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natailiatulls07 · 9 months

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Wholesome moments

Formula one grid & female!driver!reader

Summary - 5 wholesome moments

Warning - none tbh, happy crying?? Being drunk??

Reader drives for RedBull

One - Late to post race press

I was in my drivers room, relaxing after a race. Strolling through tiktok when my manager, Emma, rushs in looking annoyed. "Oh hi Emma" I offer her a small smile which seems to only annoy her more.

"What are you doing?!" Her tone angry, by now I was confused. Pointing down to my phone which had a random tiktok playing on repeat. "You have the post race press, it was meant to start ten minutes ago but their waiting on you!" It was only then when I finally looked at the time, she was right.

Jumping up from the leather sofa, rushing out of my room toward the conference room with Emma close behind. Walking in, I could see everyones eyes on me. "Hey...so sorry for my tardiness" Laughing at myself awkwardly whilst everyone soon joined in with laughter.

Sit down in my seat between Fernando and Carlos. "So tell us Y/n what was so important that time fell away from you?" Turning my head to Daniel who had a smug smile on his face.

"Well if you must know Danny, tiktok has become very addictive recently" I wore a sheepish smile on my face as the room once again erupted in laughter.

"See kids these days, hooked to their phone" Daniel replied, shaking his head knowingly. It wsm't long before the laughter died down and we started press with myself in attendance.

Two - Prankster

If there was one thing on the paddock that I was known for it would be my notorious prank on anyone and everyone. LIke one time, I posted a instagram announcing 'my retirement'. This meant that I had my phone blowing up, texts, comments, missed calls and etc. I remember about two minute after I posted the instagram, I could a call from Christian. "Hey Chris!"

"What the hell Y/n?! What is going on with your instagram post?" I had to surpress my laughter and acted somewhat sad. He sounded upset, this made me feel almost sad for him.

"Oh yeah I know that its the middle of the season but I found some thing better for myself.." It was going great, I loved it. After a few seconds of silence, he came back to his sense.

"What could you have possible found that is better than not only driving for Redbull but for formula one?!" His voice was soon becoming more and more annoyed, and what I was about to say would set him off.

It was really hard to surpress myself from laughing when I told him the 'better thing'. "Have you ever heard of dog food tasters?" One could only imagine what his head was going through.

Yet again there was a few seconds of an awakward silence, a silence to sit through and not laugh. "Y/n... you're kidding me, you're the fussiest person I have ever met! And you're going to from fucking formula one and redbull to a dog food taster... you won't even drink coffee, let alone dog food!"

I could no longer hold in my laughter, doubling over I could hear Chris questioning my laugh. "Oh my god! You actually believed me, Christian I'm not leave redbull or formula one. I just pranked you" Dead silence until I heard Christian chuckle.

“I should of known, you little prankster” Let’s just say for the rest of the day, my phone would not turn off. Nearly every other driver on the grid calling, anxiety coursing through their heads.

Three - the little weight

It was the yearly FIA prize giving ceremony, everyone swapped out of their uniforms for gowns and suits. Hair and makeup done.

Sat in the buzzing venue, the night of celebrations meant I had not kept track of the amount of alcohol I was downing. Until I was announced as rookie of the year.

Raising from my seat, I made my way to stage. The crowd were clapping and cheering, I could see the other drivers sporting proud smiles.

Arriving to the mic which sat in the middle of the stage, I was handed my trophy. “Oh wow, thank you! I would like to say that I love you all and I’m that I want to thank Alex Turner for this because he is hot!” All it was rambling, I continued to ramble until Lando stood up from his seat.

“Quick question! Y/n how many drinks have you had?” His voice contained both concerns and amusement.

Holding up my free hand with two fingers, almost proudly. This small gesture made everyone burst into a light laughter. “Oh god! You are so drunk..” Lando trailed off whilst climbing up the stairs before walking me off stage.

“Come on, I think it’s time we start getting some water down you and maybe getting you home” He continued to walk me over to the grand reception where we waited for a taxi and drank some water.

Waking up the next morning, I was in my bed. Looking over at my phone, I could see a text from Lando along with other notifications probably regarding last night.

‘Hey kiddo, I managed to get you back to your apartment last night. Maybe next time don’t drink as much

Lots of love your big brother’

Checking social media, I immediately got embarrassment as my drunken ramble went viral.

Four - First F1 podium

“Okay Leclerc and Hamilton have a hot 7 seconds gap between you and them, keep pushing” It was the Austrian race and I had somehow settled myself into p2.

My anxiety was on an all time high when I was racing but currently being in p2 made that anxiety worsen. “Copy..” I was focused on getting that podium.

It would be my first podium, and even if I didn’t stand in pole position I would be happy. “How many laps left?” I asked my race engineer through the radio, I wanted to finish the race as soon as possible.

“Only two laps left, you can do it!” Only two that was reassuring to say the least. I could hear crowd cheering but I didn’t let that next my focus from the p2 spot.

“One lap left! Keep pushing!” One lap. One more lap until could stand on that podium for the first time. I accelerated the car, there was no chance I would catch Max but I had to keep that distance from the Ferrari and Mercedes behind me.

“There’s the checkered flag! You can do!” I could see the line and flag waving in the distance, it was only when I crossed the line that I really let my focus go and come to the realisation that I was on the podium.

“I did it! I fucking did it! P2 baby! That’s what I like to hear!” I could my race engineer laugh at my antics of the radio, whilst also tell me that they were incredibly proud.

Standing on the podium, I looked over at the crowd. A large smile was planted on my face. “Kiddo you did it! You’re on the podium!” I heard Max who was of course in p1 exclaim beside me.

I was soon soaked in sweet champagne, I didn’t care if it ruined my hair. All I cared about was the position I finished today’s race with.

Five - P1…oh how I like this view

Once again I was sat in the redbull car, awaiting for my the race to begin. I was very lucky to be granted pole position in Monaco of all places. It was tense as we all waited for the five lights to flash out.

And when the did, I was off leaving the wait line in no time. Tackling every tight curve, accelerating when ever I saw someone even get close to me.

I could feel the blazing sun down on my race suit. I could smell the scent of burning rubber. I could hear crowds who had lined the tracks. I could taste the exhaust filled air. But I felt like I had gone blind, just focusing on the track and maintaining my car from any possible damage.

Whilst in pit stop, my anxiety ran through the heavens. Just wanting to get back on the track and end with my win.

I was up against some of the best of the best. And I had to hold onto the pole position, hold onto that winning position.

“Verstappen is just over 5 seconds behind you so not much of a gap, keep pushing when you can” My race engineer was aware of anxiety when it came to racing, but she was also aware of my hunger for that winning position.

“Copy, how many laps?” Once again I was twisting around the narrow corners.

“Three, if you push the gap bigger you’ll probably win!” That’s was all I needed to give me motivation to push as hard as I can.

Pressing down on the accelerator, I heard the rumbling of my car increase in sound.

After three agonising laps, I could see the checkered flag being waved. Tears were welling up on my waterline. It was only when I cross that finish line when I then let them fall down my cheeks.

“I did… I’m first” I whispered, so only myself and my face engineer could hear. It was barely audible over the loud crowds who were cheering me on for my first win.

Finally standing above the number felt great. I felt tall, empowered, unstoppable and proud. Everyone was cheering as I was handed the trophy. Off to the side were the rest of the drivers who hadn’t won podium stood smiling up at me.

I felt that familiar family love once again. I always did whether I didn’t place top ten or if I had gotten to that first place position. I would be lying if I didn’t feel that love to them in return.

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dilflover-4ever · 9 months

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“Just help me forget...” t.k

Summary: When something happens and all you need is your bestfriend to help you forget about it, even if it��s just for one night.

Content: lil bit of angst, smut (17+), comfort/fluff, sweet Tom, upset reader, slight sa/mentions of sa

"SCHREEEIIIIIIII" is all I heard before the crowd around me erupted into cheers and screams. I jumped up and down clapping my hands from the front row, the amazing spot gifted from my friends a.k.a the band. "GO BILL" I yelled out, knowing how hard that last scream was to hold. After a second of looking into the crowd and catching his breath, Bill started his thank you's and goodbye's, with the rest of Tokio Hotel waving from their spots. Tom found me in the crowd and waved me back, knowing this was my sign to meet them backstage I started heading there.

It was always "tradition" for me to meet them backstage. I guess you could call me somewhat of an assistant manager because truthfully I did help plan and organize some things but the only reason I toured with them was because I was their closest friend. I was definitely closest with the twins but all four of them are my most trusted and reliable friends.

Finally getting past the screaming fans I made it to the back door. The security guards gave me a look and before I started explaining why I was back there, the door flew open and Tom came out, arms opened wide. I ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso. I felt his arms wrap around me almost immediately, shoving his face into my shoulder. "Tom that was so good! Y'all performed so well!" I told him pulling his face out of my shoulder and kissing his forehead. I slid off of him as he placed my feet back on the ground. "Thank you! I saw you singing in the crowd, you were so into it," He said while laughing. He was looking at me? I thought to myself. "Come on I know the others want to see you." He says dragging me through the door.

As soon as Bill saw me he ran up and hugged me, squeezing so hard I had to take a minute after he set me down, to breathe. "Oh my God you look stunning tonight! I love your outfit!" Bill says, I look down at my black mini skirt and short black, rhinestone tank top, literally my most basic outfit ever. "Aw Bill says you" I say and point to his hair and makeup, I lean up and kiss his forehead. I leave Bill and walk over to Georg and Gustav who are sitting on one of the couches, conversing with one another. I kiss each of their foreheads and pat Georg on the back, then give Gustav a shoulder hug. I sit next to Georg and start talking to them about the night, unknowing of the conversation behind me.

"Bill what the hell was that, 'You look stunning'? what were you trying to do? You know how I feel about her!" Tom whisper-shouted to his brother. Bill scoffed with an eye roll and shoved his brother. "Tom come on you know I don't think about her like that! I was just complimenting her outfit for christs sake!" Bill sighed after saying that. "Didn't seem like it!" Tom quipped back.

I turn away from Gustav, Georg, and I's conversation, hearing hushed conversation behind us. Tom looked mad with Bill just annoyed. "Will you guys stop arguing and come over here so we can figure out what we're going to do tonight!" I yelled over to them. The twins' conversation stopped as they both looked over, Tom leaning back to whisper something into Bill's ear before walking over. Tom sat next to me, pretty close at that, our bodies basically pressed to each others, his arm on the back of the couch behind me. Bill followed behind him, sitting next to Gustav.

"Guys, it's our last night in town, we HAVE to do something." Bill exclaimed. I quickly agreed with him but what I didn't expect were the groans of disagreement from the rest of the group. "Come on Bill we've gone out every night in this city." Georg said, scrunching up his face. "Yeah and we have a long day of traveling tomorrow." Tom added on, which was followed by 'yeahs' from the other two. Bill looked forward, trying to think of something they could do. An idea popped into my head, "What if we just hung out here for the evening, maybe have a few drinks." I said pointing to the mini fridge with a suggestive smirk. "Sure! We can do that." Bill said clapping his hands together and standing up. The other boys agreed and Bill came back with some shots for all of us.

We all held our tiny glasses into the air and toasted, "TO THE START OF A NEW TOUR!" we all said together, cheering then quickly drinking the liquid.

We did that quite a few more times, more than a few actually because now Gustav and Bill were up on the coffee table dancing. On the side me and Georg were tossing a bra, tossed on stage by a fan, back and forth to each other. I felt a warm hand on my thigh, I looked down and saw Tom's hand resting up near my knee, I looked back up at him and gave him a warm smile. He returned a lazy smile back, he was being awfully calm tonight, maybe he's just tired.

Another two hours of us jacking around passed, Bill, Georg, and me almost painfully drunk, with Gustav and Tom just being tipsy. Georg headed out murmuring something about wanting to call his girlfriend, I shook my head knowing she would not want a drunk call in the middle of the night. I looked down at my small cell phone, seeing the time I realized we have to be back at the hotel soon otherwise tomorrow would be hell. "Guys we ha-" I was cut off by the sound of somebody throwing up, looking into the left corner of the room I saw Bill, two feet away from the trash can. "Oh god Bill!" Tom yelled plugging his nose.

That sobered everyone up as we realised we needed to get him back to the hotel. "Hey you guys take him back I will be right behind y'all, I need to clean this mess up." I gestured to the trashy room. Thankfully the hotel was only a block away so Tom and Gustav had Bill supported on their shoulders, helping him walk out. Tom turned back towards me, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay? It's late and I don't know what kind of people are wandering about." He asks. I give him a reassuring smile and say, "Yes I promise I will be fine, the hotel is right there, you don't have to worry about me. Plus I will be two minutes behind you guys." Tom mumbles ok and starts off with Bill and Gustav again.

Ugh Bill that was so disgusting, I thought, throwing away the final paper towels and putting the cleaning spray back into the small maintenance closet. After sanitizing my hands I checked my phone to see it had actually been 35 minutes and not just 2. I knew the boys were already back in their rooms. Probably asleep by now, I figured they were tired from their show.

I grabbed my bag and headed towards the street, shivering from the breeze. Unknown to me as I walked, Tom was on the verge of falling asleep in his hotel room, phone in hand waiting for a call from me. "God where is she, she should be back by now." He spoke to himself. I was walking for a few minutes about to turn the corner, onto the street the hotel was on. Before I could turn I felt a hand harshly grab my upper arm. I dropped my phone onto the pavement. "Why are you walking around the city alone sweetheart?" I heard a gruff voice grunt into my ear, the smell of booze and cigarettes filling my nose. My eyes shooting wide and looking frantically around as i'm being pulled into a small closed off alley. Finding the eyes of the perpetrator I saw a dirty looking man. I couldn't speak, I couldn't yell, my throat closed off as harsh breaths heaved my chest. My lungs expanding so much, yet I couldn't pull in any air.

No, no, no, no, no, I can't let this happen again. Images of my ex best friend, a guy who I once would've given up my life for, a man who I trusted with everything in me. Images of him, forcing himself onto me in my own bedroom, a place of comfort, a place of my own, now ruined. Him gripping my throat and holding my mouth closed to cover my screams. Then images of him, minutes later, shrugging his pants back on and threatening me to not tell anyone then walking out of the door.

I snapped back to reality when I felt another hand on my waist, a bruising grip trying to hike my skirt up. I screwed my eyes shut and started thrashing around even more. Until I felt his hands leave my body and a voice yelled out behind us. "Hey what's going on over there?! Man get your hands off of her!" The guy ran around the corner leaving the scene before anything could happen, yet his scent still lingered.

I heard the voice again, "Ma'am are you ok? Do I need to get the cops?" I stumbled back, eyes blurry with tears as I shoved past the man, grabbing my phone and started lightly jogging down the street desperate to get back to the hotel, back to my room, no that's not where I wanted to go. Entering the elevator I hit the button to our floor, wiping my eyes and trying to stop my shaking hands.

Mindlessly walking down the hallway I stood in front of the door. The door of Toms room. I need him right now, I need his touch, his comfort, even just for tonight. He can forget about it in the morning for all I care but right here right now I'm pushing my feelings for him forward. I need him right now, so badly. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked, checking my surroundings while I waited for an answer.

"Hel- Woah what happened!? Are you ok? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" All of Tom's questions flooded my ears as he guided me back into his room. Once the door shut he pulled me into a tight hug. "Tom, this man he-he grabbed me and started touching m-me." I got out, shuddering from sobs. I looked up at Tom through now tear filled eyes. He didn't look into my eyes, he exhaled harshly and leaned down to kiss my forehead. He turned towards the door and picked up his shoes. My eyes widened. "I'm going to find that motherfu-" "No Tom! please just stay with me," I pulled him into me, pulling his face down close to mine our breaths mixing, "Just help me forget..."

His eyes held a concerned look, "look- are you sure this is what you want? I can just lay with you if that's what you need." He said in such a soft gentle voice. "Tom this is what I want, I want you to help me forget, I need you to take away the memory. Tom I need you." I think the desperation in my voice proved that this was truly what I wanted because soon enough his lips were on mine. A gentle, very soft, loving kiss. No rush, no forcefulness, just straight tenderness.

He laid me back onto the bed then leaned down to take off my shoes, peppering soft kisses down my legs. On his way back up his hands raked up my legs until they reached my skirt. "Are you 100%?" He asked again. "Yes Tom, it's you of course i'm 100%" I reassured him. His hands tugged down my skirt. I did the trouble of taking off my tank top, both items being discarded to the side. Tom kissed his way up my body, maintaining eye contact. "I'm gonna take care of you tonight baby, don't worry, i'm here for you." His sweet words made my eyes water, my emotions already being all over the place from the night.

His face came back up to mine, our lips meeting, less gentle than the first, yet still loving and sweet. He took off his shirt setting it to the side, on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down onto me, in a hug. I felt his warm arms slide under my body as he picked me up, turning us around so I'm sat on his lap. My legs came around his back, his body now locked onto mine. We kissed for what felt like hours. The kisses speaking so many words and thoughts. I could feel love through how he kissed me, I tried to reciprocate that back to him with my returning kisses.

Soon enough our kisses became more heated and sloppy. His hands were no longer around my back but now placed on my waist, grinding me down onto his lap. Soft moans leaving my mouth, his low groans meeting with mine in the kiss. His hands delicately reached around behind me, unclipping my bra, dropping it from my shoulders. I unwrapped my arms from him to slide it off. His soft eyes held contact with mine. "You ready?" He questioned. I nodded my head. He flipped us over softly setting me down and moving to get his jeans off.

My chest heaving softly with my breaths as I admired him. I really do love him, not just as a friend, I am in love with Tom. I don't know if he loves me romantically, like I know he does as a friend because we say it all of the time but i'm unsure if he loves me the way I love him. Before I knew it his hands were back on me, so were his lips, trailing down my neck softly sucking once he got to the base. He slid my underwear down my legs, them dropping to the floor. My hands held the back of his head as it trailed farther down my body, his warm lips capturing my nipple while his hand squeezed the other. "Mm Tom" I whispered. He looked up at me, still working my nipples. My feet found the waistband of him boxers, trying to slide them down. His mouth detached from my tit and he smiled up at me. "Babe give me a second I was gonna get there soon." "I need you now Tom, I want you in me" I whined.

His stood and stripped himself of his boxers. His cock hard and red as he slowly grabbed it leaning back down over me. "Tell me if it gets too much baby" He said before seizing my lips with his. I felt his tip at my entrance, he dragged it up and down a few times collecting my wetness. I felt the pressure at my entrance again, then him sliding into me. Our kiss breaks as both of us groan, his head dropping onto my shoulder.

He starts rocking himself slowly, allowing me to adjust. He starts moving faster, lifting himself up onto his hands. My hands thread into his dreads, resting on the base of his neck. I start feeling the build up in my lower abdomen. His thrusts are now faster and harder. He leans back on his heels, pulling my legs up over his shoulders. My eyes are shut but they open when I feel his hands reach mine that are resting by my side. He lifts them with his, locking our fingers together.

That gesture makes me melt, tears brimming my eyes. Tom leans down to kiss my cheek when one slips down out of my eye. My orgasm is coming soon, I can feel it. "H-Harder Tom." I plead, my body rocking with his. He starts thrusting harder hitting me deep, I moan out his name squeezing his hand. "Fuck Tom im so close" I tell him. "Me too hon, me too", Right as he says that I snap, moaning loudly and my pussy clenching around his dick. I know that this brings him closer because now his thrusts are so much sloppier and his shaky voice is straining out grunts and groans.

He quickly pulls out and cums all over my stomach, leaning down and kissing me hard, like really hard. Once our breaths calm down he collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his head smoothing his hair.

We sit in silence before he surprises me with his words. "I love you, I love you so much and I have loved you for so long you don't even know." a light laugh leaves his lips at the last few words. "Tom I-" he cuts me off. "No listen, I love you so so much, and I promise I will protect you from everything bad, I will keep you safe forever and ever, nobody with harm you ever again, I want you to be with me, will you?"

Overjoyed I whisper to him, "Yes Tom of course I will be with you, I love you so much and you are always there for me when I need you." I close off my statement with a kiss to his lips. He lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes, laying on my chest. We fall asleep like that, not worried about tomorrow, or the next days, just tied up with each other.

note: This was a difficult and sensitive one to write but I hope ya'll enjoyed it!

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fairysluna · 27 days

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Helloooo, thanks for sharing your writing with us, I love all of your fics specially sinners 🤍🧸⭐️

For the short drabbles could you do Maegor + asking for his niece’s favor at a tourney

this is such a cute idea! i love this so much. Also, thank you for your kind words, I hope you like this🤍✨

tags — fluff, rhaena being lowkey a hater, reader being delulu (like all of us).

The way the whole crowd roared with excitement when the royal prince came out victorious from the tournament was deafening. You were laughing excitedly, clapping as your smile couldn't get any bigger. Eyes shining as bright as stars at midnight as you watched your beloved uncle smiling back at you from afar. Your beloved older sister, Rhaena, was sitting next to you wearing an unfazed expression on her face, completely opposite to the cheerful attitude you had.

From your seat, you saw Maegor galloping slowly towards the royal family, wearing that winning smile that you loved so dearly as he rested his lance against his shoulder. The butterflies that appeared on your belly were hard to ignore when he started to get closer and closer to you. You fixed your hair, nervously played with your fingers and impatiently waited for him to get close enough to hear his voice. At your side, your sister scoffed, already annoyed by your attitude towards your uncle, with whom you wished to marry; she had heard all of it, and she was tired of hearing that man's name coming from your lips.

But you couldn't care less about it.

Your attention was all over the man on the horse in front of you, standing proudly and looking so gallant inside that thick metal armor of his, you couldn't help but to bite your lip before he decided to open his mouth and say, “May I have the honor to ask for the princess' favor?” He didn't even have to specify which princess he was talking about, for every single person knew he meant you. They all certainly knew about the close relationship you had with him.

You slowly arose from your seat, taking with you the crown of flowers that you made early that morning, especially for him. You walked closer to the railing and looked down at him, feeling the air getting caught in your throat as you saw him more up close. He removed the helmet of his armor, wanting to look into your pretty eyes before he uttered the next words. “I'm convinced that everytime the sun rises you become far more beautiful, my princess.” He spoke slightly lower, as if he wanted just you to hear. You couldn't help but to feel suddenly shy under his mischievous stare, the heat on your cheeks growing as you tried to look away from him.

“You flatter me, uncle,” you replied, managing to throw the crown of flowers down the lance. “I feel like the most beautiful maiden in the Seven Kingdoms whenever you speak with such kindness to me.”

“Well, you are, my dear.” He winked at you. “Before I leave, allow me to remind you that this victory, as well as the ones that are yet to come, are dedicated to you. My beautiful princess.” A silly, enamored smile was drawn on your lips as he turned around in his black horse and galloped away from you. He made you feel all kinds of things in such a little amount of time, including a strange, new sensation located in your lower belly which you decided it was best to ignore.

Once you returned to your seat, you found your sister staring at you with a visible frown on her face. “Could you be any more obvious? You left a path of your drool behind you.”

“I will marry him someday,” you told her, your voice filled with the purest of illusions.

Rhaena could only roll her eyes.

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aireia · 2 months

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from the stars did your kindness bleed through. — you are a spy, he is a sorcerer, a student in the very place you plan on betraying, but he doesn't know that, because he'll fall for you, the same way you fell for him.

tw/cw: reader referred to with she/her. angst with little fluff. hurt no comfort. spy! reader. spying. mentions of blood. minor violence. blades. suicide/ self harm. death. injuries. lowercase intended. author's first language isn't english. wc: 7.5K

note: riko told me to rival her 6.2k word fic, so i'm pulling up with this. (i got carried away) —masterlist

entry snippet, september 5th.

gojo introduced us to a new student today. she seems a little bit like me, but she isn’t, at least that’s what our unreliable teacher told us.she hasn’t interacted much with itadori or kugisaki, even after their pestering. i’m guessing it’ll take a while for her to get used to the new faces. not that it concerns me anyway…

the sun didn’t shine very brightly the next day. grey clouds covered the skies, the winds were getting colder, the once green leaves on trees were turning into a mixture of yellows and browns. winter would be approaching in just a few months, which meant they’d soon have those nights again, where they’d get permission to stay at each other’s dorms and have sleepovers while trying not to burn the kitchen down by making ominous hot chocolate for each other.

that morning when the trio walked into class, they were greeted by you absentmindedly staring out the window at the falling leaves. no concentration to any surroundings, considering you didn’t even look at them when they came in. yuji was the first one to say something, loudly greeting you a good morning, followed by your name, hoping to catch your attention.

you looked over to the trio, trying to take note of their expressions.

itadori yuji, who seemed excited, waving with his arm in the air and a grin as if you were worlds apart and you wouldn’t have seen him if he didn’t.

kugisaki nobara, who waved with a smile on her face. the perfect mix of crazy and calm, you think.

and finally, fushiguro megumi, who had his arm raised in an attempt to wave, but instead looked like he was raising his hand to answer a question. his expression showed nothing, something between irritated and ‘why am i friends with these people again?’

he reminded you of yourself… in a way. probably not what you were thinking about him, but something about him. maybe it was keeping interactions at minimum with people he didn’t know much about… yea. you’ll keep it at that.

the hyper duo had walked up to your desk before you finished processing your own thoughts. itadori slammed both his hands on your table, causing some of your things to vibrate upon contact.

“so, y/n, where are you from? what grade are you?” he asked.

“i’m from osaka, and i’m a semi second grade sorcerer.” lies spilled from your mouth easier than when you breathed around them the day prior. being a spy meant having to detach your identity as a person, which also meant having to create layers and layers of lies about who you actually were.

right before the cheerful boy managed to get another question in, the door of the class flew open, and gojo walked into class with nothing but happiness and positivity surrounding his aura… he was about to send all of you on a mission. you knew, even if it was just a gut feeling.

a loud clap followed by details of a new case confirmed your suspicions. a simple investigation in shinjuku about an unidentified curse that had caused deaths and disappearances of innocent civilians, as well as injuring numerous others.

“i’ll be leaving the rest of the details to our trustworthy assistant director ijichi! he’ll be waiting for you at the entrance.” gojo finished his ‘speech’ before hurrying all of you out the door.

“that gojo…” ijichi silently sighed before beginning the mission brief.

“your task is to only collect information from the residents in a specific area of shinjuku, mainly the offices around schools.” ijichi stopped speaking, only continuing after a brief period of silence. “If you happen to run into any high grade curses, please don’t try to challenge it.”

“my heart can’t take this type of stress anymore…” ijichi sighed.

the four of you began the mission shortly after, around 10am in the morning. you began by questioning some of the residents. a lot of them seemed nervous the moment anyone in your group mentioned the curse, some even running away from you. most of them didn’t have any information either.

when noon rolled around and your efforts weren’t bearing any fruits, the four of you decided to split into two groups. nobara with yuji, you with megumi. after the split up, you and megumi continued the search for anyone that might have had any type of intel. you never expected him to speak to you first.

“l/n, right? let me be straightforward about this. why did you join jujutsu high school?”

“to spy on you, obviously,” but you couldn’t say that.

“to help others,” another lie slipped past your lips.

“...did principal yaga actually let you pass the interview with that answer..?”

“no, but i doubt you’d want to listen to the speech i memorised to get in. he told me to stop before i finished it,” you sighed, remembering the amount of struggle you faced a few days before the interview. you had to ensure you had a 100% chance of getting into the school, or you would’ve been a failure as a spy. who the hell failed a mission before it even began?

megumi looked at you with a bewildered expression, though quickly shook the look off his face as you approached an ice cream vendor near one of the high schools.

“recently, less and less people have come by to buy ice cream. a lot of those were kids who would come by to get a sweet treat after school, so i have noticed quite a few of those disappearances.” the vendor placed his fingers on his chin, thinking of the customers that he enjoyed speaking to, even if their interactions were limited.

“alright. thanks for your time,” you expressed your gratitude, even though the things that the vendor had said had helped you in your investigation in… absolutely no way possible.

just as you and the raven haired boy walked away, your phones rang. a message from yuji, reading, “we ran into one of the victims that managed to escape the cursed spirit!! apparently most of the victims are people who’ve lost or cut contact with their parents. they won’t tell us anymore about it.”

“that’s vile,” you thought to yourself.

“we should meet up with them and report back.”

“so, what do we do now?” nobara whined out of boredom. ever since reporting back, there hadn’t been much to do. you all had a free day, but nothing to fill said free day with.

“we should go watch human earthworm 4!”

“no.” nobara and megumi said in unison, wanting to avoid the movie at all costs.

“oh! y/n, we should go shopping together!” nobara suggested. and somehow against both yuji and megumi’s wills, you had all been dragged to go shopping.

nobara suggested that she helped you get a new wardrobe, which ended in you trying on multiple sets of clothes. nobara insisted that you got them, and forced megumi to carry your shopping bags even though you said it wasn’t needed and felt bad that he had to help.

the rest of the day went by with a blur, and you exited the mall after the four of you had a few photos taken in a photobooth.

“my child…” everyone was walking in front of you when you heard that voice. it sounded oddly familiar, and it was calling out to you. you whipped your head around to look for the source, but there wasn’t anyone there. the call of your names continued, and you strayed from the group to look for the source of the sound.

you were almost one hundred percent positive that it was the curse you had investigated the other day. why was it targeting you? and no one else in the group seemed to hear anything either.

eventually, you were led to an abandoned building. you could feel the cursed energy leaking from it, and there was a very pungent smell coming from the abandoned structure. you briefly wonder how no one has flagged the place for an investigation yet. maybe it was, and was ignored. who knows?

the voice continued to lure you closer to the building, eventually getting you into the building and up the slippery stairs, wet from the leaking pipes around the building. your footsteps echoed in the building, the sound of your breathing in your ears.

you walked up to a room with a closed door. a heavy stench seeping from the gaps of the door, even worse than when you were in front of the building. maybe coming here hadn’t been your best idea, but you were already this close, so why stop here?

you exhaled deeply before twisting the rusty knob open. you saw the dead. blood and corpses were by the spirit’s legs. its claws were digging into the flesh of the innocent, shaking the body as if trying to toy with it more.

the report you submitted was done a week ago, and the incident started way before this. these bodies had been rotting for weeks at least. assuming the cursed spirit in front of you killed all the people around it, you were going to be next.

you entered a defensive stance, hand on the handle of your weapon, ready to fight if it pounced on you. instead, you watched as it slowly turned its head towards you and walked towards you. your body tensed, but it didn’t seem to bear any hostility.

it held its hand out, taking one of your hands, and you found yourself unable to move. even when you screamed at yourself to get out of the way, you found yourself unable to resist as it dragged its fingers along your wrist, a thin line of red bleeding out.

“l/n, step back!” the familiar voice snapped you out of whatever trance you were in before the spirit in front of you was hit with a few nails.

“you’re just like fushiguro. you really should tell us more about yourself, you know?” nobara sighed, holding her hammer over her shoulder. “oi, i’m the one who noticed she disappeared in the first place,” megumi grumbled. you looked at his hands.

so that’s how they found you.

“if anything, she reminds me of when you first came to the city, kugisaki!” yuji chirped in, seeming laid back even in this situation. he turned to look at you. “you aren’t hurt anywhere else other than your hand, right?” you shook your head.

you looked at the spirit on the ground. it was a first grade at most, but it had been weakened significantly, probably even before you arrived. it wasn’t long before you exercised it, with some degree of resistance.

as the three of them prepared to leave, you walked towards one of the dead bodies and crouched down, placing your hand over them.

while yuji and nobara had already left, megumi was curious about what you were doing. you got up and exhaled when he asked. “i don’t know if it works on those who’ve already passed, but usually, my cursed technique allows me to grant people on the verge of death a better demise.”

“it overrides the brain and erases any and all memories they have in exchange for peace, and a painless goodbye.”

“those two are probably waiting for us. we should report back.”

when you got back to your dorm, you took the picture out and stared at it. more people that you couldn’t be friends with, but they had saved you earlier… maybe you’d get it framed just to decorate your dorm.

you looked at your injured arm, which had been bandaged, and closed your eyes.

yuji itadori is physically gifted, a guy born with a set moral standard. his mental game is easily shaken, but that might change in the future. he has a ton of room for improvement. that’s what makes him scary.

nobara kugisaki is strong-willed, a woman born by the countryside. she cares for others the way she cares for herself, and doesn’t like showing her affected mental state to the world. she’s strong in her own way, and that’s just the type of person she is.

weeks passed by quickly. you continued gathering as much information as possible, while growing closer to your classmates. yuji often told you to cover up for the pranks he pulled, nobara would invite you out to go shopping with her, and you and megumi enjoyed reading together.

one morning, you saw megumi sitting by the benches eating alone. right, yuji and nobara had recently been dispatched on missions. you realised early on that you preferred to be with megumi out of everyone.

maybe it was his personality that drew you in? the both of you were paired up on missions often, so maybe the fact that you were partners helped develop your trust in each other… when he shouldn’t be trusting you at all. or perhaps it was the way he put you first instead of himself.

megumi is a selfless person that might not seem caring at first glance, but actually does in his own way. he holds back a lot, and has a mind matured enough to compare to that of a man twice his age, though lets loose around people he can truly find comfort in. that was the conclusion you came to about his character.

you walked towards him, hoping to be able to make small talk with him. instead, you were called upon by someone right before you got to him.

“so this is the location?” you and megumi had been informed of a cave infested with multiple third and fourth grade spirits. your job was simple. take care of them and go home.

“yea. be careful,” you said, gripping your weapon tightly.

you and megumi stepped into the cave, almost immediately registering that there was something wrong. a veil was lowered. were such low grade spirits capable of such a thing? you gulped and looked around. just the herds of lowly graded cursed spirits around. no signs of anything else.

“be careful.”

the both of you managed to make quick work of the spirits. a few scrapes, sure, but you were overall uninjured. now, there was only one problem. every last spirit in sight had been exorcised by you and megumi, but the veil wasn’t lifting. something was still there, and you both knew.

something in your senses clicked. “fushiguro, jump out of the way!” you screamed at him. there was something underneath you, and megumi had dodged just quick enough to not be drilled and split into two halves.

a drop of sweat rolled down the side of megumi’s face. how would he deal with this? his first thought was to have you distract it while he attacked, but that would probably be useless and would put you and him in too much danger.

“fushiguro! focus!” megumi lifted his head up, and you were in front of him. you had blocked a direct strike for him. he needed to concentrate. this wasn’t like the spirit you had dealt with at the abandoned building, where it showed little to no hostility, and had been weakened.

“are you back in your game yet?” you breathed out, the tiredness from blocking the attack and dealing with the earlier curses starting to kick in.

megumi took one look at your expression and hummed. there was something about it he couldn’t read, but he can’t let his thoughts consume him now.

you aren’t allowed to die here.

the both of you observed the curse for a little longer while simultaneously dodging its attacks. it primarily dug underground to attack, which made it hard to predict where its location was. the only warning sign was the rumbling of the ground before it drilled back up, which made it just a little easier to dodge.

it could blast balls of pure cursed energy, and with each dodge meant the interior of the cave was crumbling. you’d have to look out for falling rocks and stray boulders.

its weak point was probably somewhere other than its head, considering it used it to dig into places.

you shot glances at each other before megumi summoned his demon dogs to attack it from behind. “i have your back.”

you and megumi took turns switching on offence and defence. the one on offence would deal attacks to the cursed spirit, while the one on defence would watch out for oncoming attacks and destroy any rocks that were falling from the ceiling of the cave.

the plan worked well for the both of you. the uncertainty of when the both of you would switch out confused the curse, making it more vulnerable to your attacks. once you felt that the curse was confident on when you’d switch, you and megumi delivered one final attack to it together, letting it fall with a thump.

“is it over?” you heaved, your hand over your chest. a sudden realisation hit. the veil hasn’t been dropped. that meant–

“l/n, look out!” megumi pushed you out of the way before he got hit by a shot of pure cursed energy. you hear the sound of his body smashing against the rough walls, and his coughing afterwards. you looked towards megumi and briefly saw him cough blood out. you’re hoping he didn’t take the impact head first.

you narrowly managed to escape another blow just when your eyes snapped back onto the weakened, but still active cursed spirit. it can be exorcised in a single blow.

you rushed towards it and drove your weapon through its body as hard as possible, twisting, and slicing right through it. it’s as good as dead. you stared at the splatters on the floor that used to be a cursed spirit. you don’t have time for this.

turning your head away from the remains of your enemy, you focused your attention to megumi who was bloodied and injured. he was resting against the stone walls of the cave, and you could hear his heavy pants and breaths. you gulped and looked at his leg. it had stopped bleeding, the crimson now staining his leg.

you ripped a part of your uniform before crouching in front of megumi to tend to the wound. your eyes showed almost no emotion in the face of the situation, yet your trembling lips gave yourself away. you weren’t supposed to care for them, and yet here you were helping one of your targets.

you only spoke up once you finished bandaging his wound with the makeshift bandage.

“why would you do that?” you had unintentionally let your emotions slip. megumi looked at you tiredly. “just returning the favour. i would’ve gotten hurt if you hadn’t blocked the attack at the start of our battle.”

“fushiguro-” you started, quickly being cut off by megumi. “i know what you’re about to ask me,” he coughed a few times before he continued to speak. “you’re assuming i’m going to die? you’re cruel, you know?”

you tried to find words to speak, yet all you could say was a “no, i’m not,” turning your head away to not meet his gaze.

“i would kill myself if i died on you now,” he confessed, closing his tired eyes.

“and besides, you’re all i really want to think of right now.”

megumi went completely silent afterwards, and you heard soft breathing coming from him, compared to the heavy breaths from just a few minutes prior.

the next time he awoke, you were asleep, your head in your arms by his bedside. he felt a little sluggish, but his wounds had been properly bandaged and he was fine, aside from some soreness. you on the other hand, looked exhausted. there were creases on your forehead as you slept, and dark circles under your eyes.

there was a plate of food wrapped up on his nightstand, with a note stuck to it. “we make a good team.”

only after did he learn from shoko that you had completely gone against her instructions of two days of bed rest, and spent the time taking care of him instead.

“you still couldn’t have brought something more digestible?” megumi eyed the three of you, who had brought pizza to him. something that probably wasn’t nutritious enough for a patient in recovery.

“if you don’t want it, i’ll help myself!” the pink haired male took a slice of the pizza and began feasting on it. “oh, and since we’re already here, let’s just have our sleepover at fushiguro’s!” “itadori, talk after you’re done eating!” nobara shuddered at the sight of the food in his open mouth, while megumi looked as if he were about to kick everyone out of his room.

“we are not having a sleepover in my room,” megumi said in a deadpan voice, though the annoyance was evident on his face. “we can’t have it anywhere else because you aren’t permitted to leave your room, fushiguro,” you joined in on itadori’s suggestion.

“hypocrite,” megumi thought.

“alright it’s settled, we’ll have it here!” nobara clasped her hands together in victory, earning a sigh from megumi. “i still haven’t agreed to this,” he grumbled.

december 21st.

it’s cold outside. the temperatures have dropped significantly ever since the day you stepped foot into jujutsu tech. currently, you, alongside two of your classmates, were camping in megumi’s room. you had to admit, with so many people, the room considered spacious for one person became cramped.

you were sitting on megumi’s bed with a mug of hot chocolate in hand as you watched nobara and yuji fight over what they wanted to put into each other’s drinks. you found their sibling dynamic entertaining. megumi on the other hand, looked at you with softness in his eyes. the both of you had grown a lot closer compared to the first day you met. you were grateful for that.

maybe not in the right way, but at least you knew he was your friend, right?

the night went on with both chaos and comfort. yuji had suggested playing cards at one point, and he lost just about every single round. monopoly was going great until megumi somehow dominated the game so hard that the banker had to borrow money from him.

“i’m telling you fushiguro, it’s just this once! i’ll pay you back!” “you’ve said that about three times, itadori.”

you certainly weren’t in any place to laugh, and neither was nobara, since the both of you were basically hanging onto a thin thread, and if by any chance you landed on anyone’s property other than your own, you would’ve been out of the game from bankruptcy.

but you laughed anyway.

the night ended with all of you (except megumi) in your respective sleeping bags with extra blankets in case it got cold. it was quiet. too quiet, even with yuji’s snoring and nobara’s breathing. maybe that’s why you couldn’t fall asleep.

you slowly sat up, careful not to make too much noise. you looked at the clock on megumi’s nightstand. 11:47pm, thirteen minutes till midnight.

“can’t sleep?” a quiet and soft voice invaded your ears, and you looked over to megumi. he was lying down on his bed, staring out into the bushes and trees, which had been covered in a thin layer of snow. as a response, you shook your head and got up to sit on his bed. the both of you sat in silence for a while before you spoke up.

“fushiguro, you like the stars, right? wanna go stargazing on the roof?”

“are you crazy? it’s freezing outside.”

“we can use blankets.”

“have you forgotten that my leg’s still injured?”

“i’ll carry you up.”

that was how you found yourself sitting on the rooftops with a thick blanket around your shoulders. the stars shone brighter tonight. the cold winter wind that breezed by you every once in a while made you shiver. you looked up at the moon, it was full tonight. although the moon didn’t have an expression, you were sure it was smiling down at you and the raven haired boy sitting next to you.

come to think of it, even without exchanging a lot of words, you’d argue that you were closest to megumi out of all your classmates. when you first met him, you saw him as the moon, someone like yourself. yet you realised over the months that if you had to describe him, you’d have to say he were the stars. so pretty, yet disregarded by many as something outshone by the moon.

“y/n,” megumi’s voice broke through the comfortable silence, and you looked over at him. he had a small smile on his face. you felt him shuffle closer to you. maybe it was getting cold? the wind was getting stronger, afterall.

“yes?” megumi looked at the moon once more, then back at you. “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” the words reached your ears, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “and what of the sunset?” you questioned him back, feelings hidden behind your eyes and the convincing smile you put on your face.

“the sunset? i dislike it. the rays of the sun blind me too much for me to appreciate it as much as others do.” the sound of your soft laughter reached his ears again when he finished his sentence. “is that so…” you rested your head on his shoulder and looked towards the skies, some of the stars now covered by clouds. “really? i think the moon is beautiful too, but i’m the opposite. i prefer sunsets over moonrises.” you continued, one of your hands inching closer to him and eventually resting on top of his hand.

you exhaled deeply before lifting your head up. “fushiguro, what time is it?” he looked at you with confusion before answering. “a little bit past midnight, i’m guessing.” “oh.”

“may i kiss you?”

your question caught megumi off guard. it was expected, considering it came out of nowhere. a familiar warmth creeped up his face, and the hand on top of his now seemed to weigh heavier as you looked at him, awaiting an answer. he slowly nodded, and you leaned in to press your lips against his. the kiss was short and sweet, the light of the stars shining down upon him as you did.

“fushiguro-”

“don’t call me by my last name.” you smiled when he said those words.

“happy birthday, megumi.”

nobara eyed the both of you suspiciously, looking you up and down. “you guys could at least try to keep it down when you’re climbing onto the roof. i need my sleep,”

“i thought i was being quiet. my bad,” you apologised sheepishly. the brunette looked clearly annoyed before she sighed and let it go.

“sorry,” megumi said to you. “why are you saying sorry?” you shot him a confused look.

“we would’ve been quieter if you didn’t have to carry me.”

“oh, thaaattt,” you dragged your words out. “don’t feel bad. you were worth it.”

“how about you come with me to the cliffs sometime? maybe in the next few days? there’s a great view of the ocean and sky from there, and it’s more secluded.” the invitation fell from your lips before you even processed it.

a rare smile appeared on megumi’s face. “alright.”

“what are you two doing?! we have a mission soon, hurry up!”

he kept to his word. you and megumi ended up going stargazing together so often that yuji and nobara started questioning if you were going on dates. to them, it was blatantly obvious that you two liked each other. hell, even the both of you knew. it was just that none of you had confessed yet.

megumi always felt warmth when you guys would go together, pointing out constellations and shapes of the clouds when you did.

you on the other hand, felt the spark between you grow stronger the first few times. you tried your hardest to suppress the rising guilt. afterwards however, you spiralled deeper and deeper into the guilt you felt as a spy. you were never supposed to fall in love with him, and yet you couldn’t help but do exactly that.

you wanted– no, needed to get rid of your feelings for him. you would never want it, but you’d need it in order to get over him.

you began growing more distant. it was hard, slowly excluding yourself from hangouts and ignoring them more and more, day by day. you felt terrible. every second away from them felt agonising. you’d push them away, dismissing their help.

the fact that they noticed your distance made it feel even worse. you were going to betray them, and everything you had built up for four months, their trust, friendship, it would crumble.

you’d complete your mission and switch identities again. anyone you’ve met here won’t matter anymore once you disappear. that’s what you reminded yourself.

january 25th.

“oh, you’re here,” you approached megumi from behind, sitting down beside him. the skies were dyed with violet and orange hues, the sunset that megumi had once described to be too bright.

“i was waiting for you. you’ve been quite distant lately.”

“i thought you said you hated the sunset?” you asked, changing the subject to avoid the question. “don’t try to change the subject, y/n. answer me, please, tell me what’s going on.” you could hear the alarms in your mind go off. you wanted to get up and run away. hell, you should’ve never succumbed to the burning feelings in your heart over your mind.

“it’s really nothing. i’ve just been more busy lately, i guess,” a lie rolled off your tongue again.

megumi sighed. he could tell you were lying, but he didn’t want to push it. “you said the sunset was pretty. i thought the other day that maybe it was because i never took the time to appreciate it, but…”

“hm?” you hummed, looking at megumi.

“i still can’t see why you like it that much. i still prefer the night skies better.”

the soft laughter you let out afterwards had goosebumps pricking on his skin. he watched as the light of the sun glowed on your skin, and you looked at him. “i personally prefer the sunset…”

“but if you like the stars that much, i’ll be sure to hate the sun and love stars the next time i’m reborn.”

a light shade of red appeared on megumi’s face, and he turned to look away from you. in reality though, he’s glad. there’s the girl he fell in love with. “you don’t have to do that. we can like what we want.”

“and i want to be able to truly love the stars.” you said, your tone sullen.

night fell not long after, but there was no moon that night. the waves underneath you didn’t seem calm either. it was especially cold this winter night, and you and megumi found yourselves bidding goodbye to each other in front of the dorms earlier than you expected.

mental entry, january 25th.

i wasn’t planning on seeing megumi at the cliffs today, but he was there. i was planning on spending the last day at jujutsu high alone. megumi and i really are alike. It’s a fault on my part, i guess. i grew too attached to them.

i don’t want to do this anymore.

you gulped, and just before he was out of earshot, you called out to him, grabbing his attention. he turned around to look at you, only for you to mumble a “nevermind” before quickly apologising and running back to your dorm. you couldn’t bear to tell him.

megumi was confused. why’d you suddenly call out for him? he decided not to dwell too much on it and went to bed. and the more he thought about it, the more he felt as if he had lost the chance to speak to you about something important, because you disappeared the next day.

you stopped going to classes, training, and you weren’t responding to texts either. any calls were immediately sent to voicemail, and other than the picture that the four of you took at the mall months prior, which was framed on your nightstand, your dorm had been completely emptied out.

megumi was the last person to see you.

the week following your disappearance, it was raining every day. although the higher-ups had confirmed to have launched an investigation for you, megumi was sure that they were looking into things much deeper than just your status as a missing student. he just wasn’t sure what it was.

the first day you were introduced to them, he felt that you were different in a way. was this connected to it?

the higher-ups had also told the first years to not worry, and that they’d take care of it. as if they’d ever listen. they had discussions every single day about where you might’ve gone, if you were okay or not, and why they couldn’t see signs of this earlier.

they got confirmation shortly after that there were no signs of cursed energy from your dorm. it was as if you had never existed, and had it not been for the pictures you’d taken together, along with the texts you’d exchanged with each other, he probably would’ve believed it.

february 26th.

JUJUTSU HEADQUARTERS NOTICE

one, y/n l/n has been confirmed to be sharing confidential information to third party sources. she has hereby been expelled from both jujutsu high and the jujutsu realm as a sorcerer.

two, the penalty of the crimes committed by y/n l/n is death. the execution will be carried out promptly.

three, second grade sorcerer megumi fushiguro will serve as the executioner for y/n l/n’s death penalty.

a full month after your disappearance, a notice was released by jujutsu headquarters.

megumi’s head was pounding. he had just returned from a meeting with the higher-ups, and throughout the entire time he was in front of them, he wished for nothing more than for whatever you were accused of to be false. he was hyperventilating, his face in his hands. megumi swore he heard loud footsteps outside his room before loud knocks echoed through his room.

“fushiguro, open up!” the familiar voices of his classmates rang in his ears. no. as much as he wished to find comfort in his friends, he didn’t want them to see him in such a terrible state, so why did his legs move to help him stand and walk towards the door?

megumi doesn’t know whether to regret or to thank his decision of opening the door. his mind couldn’t register that it was yuji who placed his calloused hands on his shoulders and told him to snap out of it. even when they questioned him for details about you, whether he knew about your intentions, and if it was the reason you had grown distant the few weeks before you vanished, he answered vaguely. all he could think of was that it was over. you’re gone, and you’re never coming back.

megumi wanted to run into the pouring rain and let it wash his soul away so he wouldn’t have to face reality. he wished he’d wake up and realise it was all just a dream, and he could still see your face when he walked out of the dorm in the morning. he remembers the words of the higher-ups so clearly, he was to carry out the execution without delay. he wants to be selfish and give the responsibility to either nobara or yuji, yet the better part of him stopped him from doing so. he can’t do that to them. for once, megumi wished that he would stop loving you.

that night, megumi had trouble falling asleep. he found himself tossing and turning in bed, his head constantly clouded with the many things that would follow this incident. it felt like hours before he managed to go to sleep.

he saw you, right there by the cliffs. you were looking at the sunset again. now that he thought about it, how many of the things you’ve told him were lies?

megumi walked towards you, standing beside you as he watched the sunset with you.

“megumi, i understand why you dislike the sunset now,” you said to him, earning a puzzled look from him. “i thought you loved the sunset?” he asked. the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks reached his ears, and you turned your head to look at him.

“it really is too bright. it doesn’t suit me.” you replied.

“megumi, have you regretted it yet?” you questioned him back, and he gulped. “regretted what, exactly?”

“us.”

megumi wanted to say yes. he did regret it. he regretted that he loved someone whose purpose was to eventually betray and leave him. yet, his answer was stuck in his throat, and he said he never did. not for a second did he feel that you weren’t worth his time. he looked towards the horizon, where the sun had now fully set, then at the sky, where the moon was supposed to be, and finally, back at you.

“you made me fall in love with the moon.” you chuckled at his answer.

“i thought you loved the moon from the start.” a brief silence ensued. one that felt comfortable. something he couldn’t feel for the past month when you were brought up.

“would you let me substitute the moon in your sky?” your voice pierced through the silence, and he responded almost instantly.

“always.”

a content smile appeared on your face. “i’m glad.”

megumi’s eyes fluttered open, the sun shining in his eyes. the male rubbed tried to rub the sleep in his eyes away, only to be met with a damp feeling. tears? what was that about? his mind was hazy, and he swore he dreamt, but he couldn’t remember what it was about.

he could remember the curve of someone’s lips. yours? yea, it was. even if he went through hundreds of lives, he doesn’t think he’d mistake someone else’s smile for yours.

he didn’t have time to think about that. through the hours of lost sleep, he had convinced himself he was ready to serve his role as an executioner, and he had a feeling in his gut he knew where you were already. at the place he had refused to visit. his mind told him that you had been going there every single day, waiting for him.

“you’re finally here.” megumi could feel his heart clenched as he heard your words, and the eerie silence that followed creeped him out. you had a smile on your face, arms behind your back as you looked at him.

“why aren't you moving?” you turned your body to look at him and spread your arms out. “you need to do your job, megumi.” the smile on your face dropped when you noticed he wasn’t going near you. there were no signs that his shikigami were active either.

one step, two steps, you walked towards him instead. a part of you felt as if you were walking towards your death. you felt him flinch when you used a hand to cup his cheek. his skin felt cold and slightly damp to the touch. he had been sweating. you looked down. his blade was just inches away from your stomach.

you took his expression in, and you couldn’t help but hold back your laughter. megumi’s eyes widened when you suddenly laughed. he felt guilty for loving it. was it genuine? or another one of the things you did as a spy to toy with his feelings?

“megumi, you’ve grown attached too, huh?” it only dawned on him then that you felt just as guilty for everything you were.

“do you know what would’ve happened if you sold us out?” megumi spoke with poison laced in his tone, and a lump formed in your throat. “the world would’ve weeped for your sins, y/n.” your expression dropped completely. “i know that better than you do, and here i am, giving you a chance to end my life. yet, you’re hesitating,” you retort back.

“so hurry up already.” you looked at him with sharp eyes, looking for any signs that he might finally give in to the orders given to him. megumi’s hands trembled as he tightened his grip around the handle of his sword. “it’s not that easy to just…” he groaned loudly.

“megumi, do you want to know why they chose you to execute me instead of anyone else?” you sighed and stared directly into his eyes. “they knew i would have resisted had it been anyone else but you.”

your hands went to wrap around his. then, you slowly pry his fingers off his blade and inspect it for yourself. “you sharpened your blade. were you hoping to finish me off in a single strike?” megumi almost choked on air in response, and nodded.

your eyes softened. “how nice of him,” you thought.

“how about this?” you stepped further away from him and pointed the sword at your skull. “i’ll be the one to carry out my own execution. then,” you pointed your finger at him. “you won’t have to bear the burden of killing me.” you could hear megumi’s heavy breaths. it seemed that reality had yet to crash into him when he first found you here. “megumi,” you whispered as you took one final look at him, “i think you know better than i that i wasn’t trying to give you an option.” you gripped the sharpened blade and winced at the pain as your hands bled, then flashed him a quick smile before you slashed your eyes.

you groaned, holding back the scream threatening to release itself in an attempt to sooth the pain in your eyes. you had no right after all the hurt you’d caused. you couldn’t open your eyes. it hurt like hell, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face either. you convinced yourself it was worth it.

megumi felt as if he were frozen during the entire duration of your encounter with him. what was he doing? he was spiralling into his own thoughts, and here you were, handling your own execution because he was too much attached and too much in love with you.

every nerve and muscle in your body seemed to scream at you as you gripped the handle of megumi’s sword tight. even then, your ears couldn’t mistake the heavy footsteps of your beloved as he ran towards you just as his blade pierced your abdomen. his scream rang through your ears when crimson spilled from your wound.

ah, it seemed that blinding your eyes wasn’t enough to keep yourself from thinking of his panicked expression and guilt ridden face.

then, everything went black. you weren’t sure how long you were out for. a few seconds, perhaps a few minutes? your entire body stung, as if you were laying in a tangle of thorned roses. one thing was for sure, you were dying.

you felt something soft under your head instead of the grassy surface the rest of your body laid on. “megumi…?” your voice sounded tired and hoarse. “is that you?” there was a brief period of silence that made you doubt his presence, but a hum from him confirmed that he was indeed still there. a smile tugged at your face even through all the ache.

“i can’t see right now. look up.” megumi looked up, and realised today was the beginning of a new moon. he could barely see anything. “could you tell me what the moon looks like?”

“a blood moon. it looks as if roses had bloomed on the moon.” liar.

“it’s not good to lie, megumi. but it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“very.”

you didn’t exchange any words to each other for a period of time after that. by now, your breathing had calmed down, and everything around you seemed hot and cold at the same time. something in you told you to let go of your consciousness, and another part wished you’d stay awake longer to feel megumi’s touch. be a little selfish, you told yourself.

you shakily reached your hand up towards the skies. you balled up your fist, a part of your childish mind hoping you had caught a star.

megumi could hear his heart thumping in his chest, and he pulled your body closer to him. he thought to himself, even if there had been that satellite in the sky, his moon was going to stop shining soon. he couldn’t help but wonder if the stars in your sky had burnt themselves out.

maybe all of them, except for the one that willingly let the moon outshine it.

“y/n, can’t you use your technique to give yourself a better death?” megumi asked, his hand supporting the weak, quivering fist you held up, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“i can,” you replied back without hesitation.

“but i’d have to erase everything that’s in my mind. and besides,” you flashed him a pained toothy grin.

“you’re all i really want to think of right now, megumi.”

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

fun fact: i actually invested sm into this fic i made sketches of the one of the curses

#signed by aireia!#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk imagines #megumi fushiguro x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #this took 11 days to write believe it or not #also the first thing i uploaded in 3 weeks #how is everyone :D

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live-love-be-unique · 3 months

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For the lovely @deadbranch 💕 This was inspired by the 50 word challenge and felt too good not to expand on a little more!

Price Gave You An Order

Your teammates could only stand and watch in horror as the helicopter you were piloting was hit in the tail rotor and went into a tailspin before crashing into the cliff face. Price had called in the air strike, they were cornered and needed immediate cover if they were going to make it out alive. He’d expected one of the other pilots to show up. You’d answered the call as soon as Laswell had called it in.

You’d managed to evade a number of enemy attacks but one had taken a lucky shot and it had nailed you. Your helicopter, which you’d named Boudica after the famous warrior queen who took on the Romans, was destroyed on impact.

Just as the team believed you had been.

Your dejected teammates were safe, the explosion of your helicopter took out the remaining enemy but at a great cost. Price stood, his body felt like cement; he’d just watched you die when this morning you’d been discussing dinner plans.

Ghost had to physically drag him from going into the burning wreckage to search for your body “no!” He shouted “I’m not leaving her!” As he tried to run towards the burning wreckage.

Soap had heard it first. Movement in the scrub behind them. He grunted, raising his gun, preparing for a new onslaught of bullets. “You’re alive?!” Soap cried out incredulously. The rest of the 141 turn to see you; stumbling out of the scrub, still strapped into your parachute, struggling to make your way towards them as it snagged on a branch. You’d managed to ditch right before you hit the cliff.

Soap and Gaz clapped you on the shoulder, cheering “that was badass bonnie!” and “so sick!”, even Ghost offered a “nice job” for your actions. Price stood off to the side, stock stil, watching with a grim look on his face before turning at the sound of another helicopter approaching your position for evac.

Not a word from Price the whole flight back to your makeshift base either as you made small talk with your teammates and the pilot.

Landing, you were immediately dragged into a briefing. For the loss of your helicopter the mission had been successful, the enemies base destroyed, congratulatory praises were passed around the room before Price rounded on you, glaring daggers into your eyes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I was doing my job!”

“I gave you an order!” Price bellowed as your teammates cleared the room, not wanting to be in the firing line when mum and dad were fighting.

“I followed it!” You shouted back. A deep sigh passed his lips as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I’m not talking about the mission” he conceded “I told you to come back to me alive…I almost lost you” he said, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, thumb stroking against your warm skin.

Leaning into his touch. His hand moved to the back of your head as he brought you against his warm broad chest. “I need you love, I can’t do this without you anymore” his voice cracked as he held you close.

“John” you sigh “I wasn’t going to leave you there, if anyone was going to bring you home it was going to be me”

Price leaned his forehead against yours “stubborn bird” he smirked.

“Grumpy old man” you laugh “plus you owe me a new helicopter”

His chest rumbled against your cheek as he laughed “I’ll see what I can do”

#john price x reader #price imagine #captain john price x reader #cod price #captain john price #john price #cod mw #cod modern warfare

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luvtsumu · 11 months

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could yall imagine msby4, osamu and suna all at your grad at the same time!!!! i think it'd be so hectic and endearing :-(

they'd all come with their own boquet of flowers, probably having coordinated prior on what they're getting you!! the agreement was definitely small bouquets so that you'd at least be able to carry them all (BUT???? WHY WOULD BOKUTO NOT GIVE YOU AN ENTIRE GARDEN???? YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!)

atsumu is def a bit annoyed that bokuto got a bigger bouquet for you, BUT atsumu is the only one who got you a cute helium balloom!!

they'd be early to the ceremony, seeing you before and after!! you told them that it wasn't important for them to come so early (you had to be there 90 mins prior to the ceremony itself to get your gown, degree, and professional photos taken) but they insisted

they as in hinata, bokuto and atsumu... they just couldn't wait

sakusa, osamu and suna were more than happy to arrive on time... but for carpooling purposes and actually being able to find parking, going all together was the better choice

but what's 90 minutes?!?!??! time went by so fast with the number of pictures you got with them even before you got your gown

you'd obviously get solo pictures with everyone, all of them smiling in their photos that'd let everyone know how proud they are of you!!!

hinata definitely has his cheek pressed up against yours (careful not to smudge any of your make up though if you're wearing any!!), has an arm around your shoulders, and has his other pointing at your degree with you hold it! his smile is so bright and his eyes squint up. he giggles as you two take the photo which ends up making you laugh and show the camera a cheesy smile.

bokuto would have an arm around your shoulders too!! resting his cheek on top of yours and practically caging you as he gives the camera two thumbs up!! you'd smile big and mimic his pose which gets everyone laughing since you honestly give off "mini me" vibes with him

atsumu for sssuuurrreee sticks his tongue out in his photo with you. arm around your shoulders--not really since he puts up a peace sign behind your head to give you bunny ears--and his other hand pointing towards you. he'd wink at the camera too and they'd end up catching a photo of you rolling your eyes at him (that's the one he'd post LMAO)

sakusa, of course, is a little more reserved--but he's so proud of you and your accomplishments!! his arm still wraps around you respectfully and he smiles for the camera. he takes off his mask completely for you so you both get a good photo. he's definitely the most formal when it came to taking a photo with you (but anyone would be able to see how happy he is to see you graduating with the way his eyes squint up and his smile looks so natural)

osamu is super natural when taking a photo with you!! he's got an arm around your waist which atsumu calls him out for (he flips atsumu off LOL) and you laugh. someone gets a picture of this before the actual proper pose hahahaha. he'd tilt his head towards you and point at your degree, his smile cheesy and body language proud

suna, same as osamu tbh, but he practically headlocks you with how close he brings you with his arm. he smiles, rests his cheek against your head, and smiles at the camera while pointing at your degree. his smile is smth everyone gets caught off guard with--since when was he so soft?!

during the ceremony, the rowdy ones get restless because why the hell is it taking so long ahlddjsjdjdjdj but!!!!!

as soon as they see you getting ready to walk, they're EXCITED

everyone is up from their seats, clapping and cheering for you as loud as they can (except maybe sakusa, but he's still definitely standing and clapping obnoxiously loud) as soon as your name is called and they cheer allllll the way until you walk off the stage

the rest of the graduates and audience laugh at their enthusiasm, but, of course, find it endearing as they're yelling things along the lines of "that's our graduate!!!" "walk that stage y/n!!!!" "i love you!!!! give me your autograph!!!" "thats 40 thousand dollars right there!!!!"

and of course some people know who they are!!! you're definitely the talk of the town and some people are jealous you've got the rowdy volleyboys cheering you on so excitedly!!

after the ceremony, more pictures are taken (lots of group photos and silly ones too!!) and this time even with your family.

your family thanks them for coming and comments on how hilarious it was to hear them cheering. it gives them a great feeling (esp one of comfort!) knowing that you are loved so dearly by others!

the boys are also invited for dinner and who are they to say no?!?!?!?

later, they're definitely all posting photos on instagram!! hinats posts on his story and makes an actual post for you--he filmed your walk and definitely posted that, probably captioning it with "slaying their best slay rn 😫" LMAO,,, he also makes a cute collage of you, obviously wanting to highlight YOU as the graduate, for his story. for his post, he makes a photo of you two together the first photo, followed by a bunch more, a group photo, and then his favourite solo picture of you giving a cheesy smile to the camera as you hold up your degree!! he'd caption his post with a short cheesy paragraph about being proud of you and knowing you'll have a great future

bokuto also posts a video of your walk on his story and his yelling is so loud 😭😭😭 everyone who watches it definitely turns down their volume LOL but it's super sweet!! he follows it with a photo of you two together and just sticker bombs it. he also makes a post, making the first picture one he took of the bouquet he got you, then his favourite picture of the both of you, following it with more duo photos, a group photo, and even a photo of him and the boys while they waited. he captioned it with "SO HAPPY FOR @ YNUSERNAME !!! CONGRADS AND REMEBER ME WHEN YOU'RE FAMOUS!!! LOVE YOU!!!!!!!"

atsumu spams his story of your entire graduation actually LOL it started with him getting ready, him with osamu, the both of them getting you each a bouquet, him getting a balloon, them meeting up with the other boys, the hectic car ride that consisted of a loud karaoke session much to sakusa's (the driver) dismay, a video of them seeing you for the first time and how your face lit up, two 6-photo collages before the ceremony (mostly pictures of the both of you striking many different poses), a video of you getting ready to walk and him saying "it's happeenninng!", a video of you walking and his screaming (he's the one who yelled that he loves you and wants an autograph for suuurree), and bunncch of photos afterwards. he posts one group photo followed by his favourite photo of the two of you on his feed and captions it with "so proud of this scholar!!! c's get degrees!" and you're definitely defending your honour in the comments when you eventually see the post LMAO

sakusa, more reserved tbh, posts a picture of you walking the stage on his story! he has a video but thats for safekeeping and he fucking hates how loud atsumu was jsdkdjshdkdjsjdj anyways,,,, he tags you in the story, follows it with a cute photo collage with a couple cute stickers that said congrats! and some confetti, and he also posts a group photo on his feed. he captions it with something sweet and simple! "congradulations to @ ynusername. so proud of you and your success :-)"

osamu posts a video of you walking on his story (volume included LOL) and he's also cheering for you! a part of the video he posts, the camera turns to him and suna and they both exaggerate their cheering. they laugh together but it gets cut off (((and everyone who views it replays it just to see that part again))))). he posts a lot of pictures on his story, so obviously proud of you, and he also gets pictures at dinner! he's late for the actual feed post because he forgot LOL and the first picture is of him, you and atsumu together! it's a silly photo, of course, and it's follow by proper ones, duo photos, a group photo, and a cute picture of you! he captions it with "sry it's late :P happy grad to our happy grad <3" and ofc the boys put him on blast for being late

suna is similar to atsumu (not surprisingly) but not as aggressive. he definitely makes it more mysterious as to where he's going on his story as he posts a mirror selfie of him all dressed up (practically a thirst trap ugh....) and even posts the cute bouquet he got you without context LOL. after that, the next story post is a video of you scurrying over to him and the rest of the group. he posts a picture of the two of you together (def a .5 pic) and captions it with a simple "with the cutest graduate" !! of course he films your walk, posts it, and follows it with a collage of photos! his post for his feed is of the two of you (his favourite photo ofc), followed by a group photo, one with the boys, one with osamu and sakusa, a selfie, and then a silly one of you (probably a picture of you zoned out during dinner because of how tired you were LOL). he captions it with "cograds @ ynusername B] slay your best slay 🫰🏼"

anyway 😭😭😭 grad with these guys would definitely be so much fun

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haunted-headset · 4 months

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📱 Going Postal At The Party 📱

summary: Wilbur thinks you're cheating on him at a party. Turns out he was very wrong.

a/n: this was based off of either a Chris or Matt Sturniolo fic that I read that I can't remember the name of, if any of you know what this fic is, plz lemme know!

contains: cursing, angst with a happy ending, flirting, crying, texts, use of Y/N, pet names, jealousy, Wilbur's a bit of a dick, mentions of bad exes & thought of cheating (let me know if i missed anything!!

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

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You had dragged Wilbur to a house party your friend invited you to. You could tell he didn't want to, mainly due to the fact that his mind would be plagued by the idea of other people hitting on you or trying to get with you. It also didn't help that you looked drop-dead gorgeous; you had a white button-up shirt tucked into short, tight denim shorts with a black tie & fishnets; truly a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?" you said to Wilbur, who had his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, love. Be careful. & come back quickly," he told you, kissing your forehead. You smiled & left for the bar. You told the bartender the drinks you wanted & you sat on one of the sticky stools, waiting for your drinks to be prepared.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" a cheerful voice said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Claude, an old coworker back when you used to work at the coffee shop across the street from your shared apartment with Wilbur. "It's been forever, girl!"

"Claudy!" you said happily, giving him a hug. "It's been ages! How's life been?"

"I got engaged!" he said, showing you the ring on his finger. You gasped & clapped happily, holding his hand to examine the ring. "He's such a good guy. His name's James, 6'4, plays the drums, & he loves cats & rain."

"Sounds like a Wattpad dream man," you teased. He playfully swatted your arm with a laugh.

"How's your relationship with Wilbur been?" he asked. "Last time I remember, you were head over heels for him, right?"

"He's the best," you said dreamily. "He's such a gentleman, & he's so good to me."

"That's good!" he said, his hand now resting on your arm. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve him. & this is a reward for having to put up with shitty exes."

"Oh my God, you're so right," you said, resting your hand on his arm, too. "Remember Jared?"

"Oh. My. Days," he sighed. "Such a dickhead. Girl, I have no idea how you survived being in a relationship with him. Give me some of your patience right now."

You laughed & were about to say something when you felt your phone buzz. "It's probably from Wil," you told Claude. You opened up the text.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Did he actually think you were cheating on him?

"You okay?" Claude asked. You didn't respond.

Claude had seen the texts & let you leave without a word. You walked outside & it was pouring rain, which meant you had to stand in the rain for at least five minutes until your ride came. Great.

When the Uber finally arrived, you were shivering & dripping with rainwater & the smell of petrichor hung on your skin, & you got into the car as you tried your hardest not to cry.

"How's your night been?" the Uber driver asked.

"It's been alright!" you lied, putting on a fake happy tone. "How about you?"

"Eh, not too bad," she said. "My girlfriend didn't want me to take any drives tonight because of how rainy it is." She laughed slightly. "She's always so worried for me." You laughed in return & you two didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

When she pulled up to the house, she politely bid you adieu & made sure you got to the door before driving off. You opened the door to the apartment & looked around. He wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. Maybe he hadn't gotten home yet. You took off your shoes & left your bag on the kitchen counter as you trudged upstairs.

"Darling!" Wilbur sprang up from the bed when you entered the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees & kissed the backs of your hands, the palms, the knuckles, & the wrists while telling you how wildly sorry he was.

"What's on the bed?" you asked, looking over at the bed, covered in objects.

"Your favorites," he told you, standing up. "Snacks, candy, drinks, & your favorite flavor of ice cream. I also got you those new slippers you had wanted the other day when we were at Target, a blanket, & a few stuffed animals, too. There's a cat, a Pompompurin,--I'm pretty sure he's your favorite Sanrio character, but, if I was wrong, I got you a Keroppi plush, too, & a My Melody one--& a green dinosaur that looks like Dino from that one game you like...what was it called? Oh, yeah, Like A Dino. I also restocked your skincare stuff & your hair stuff, since you told me you were running out."

Without even realizing it, you started crying. You brought a hand up to your mouth to hide the expression you were making when you cried.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" asked Wilbur, kissing your hairline & your forehead repeatedly. "Why're you crying?"

"I-I just--I got so mad at you over text & you still got all of this for me," you hiccupped.

"You had every right to be mad at me, my moon," he whispered, removing your hand away from your mouth to press a light kiss to your lips. "I was a bitch & I was being so rude to you, & you didn't deserve that." Without warning, he picked you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp & immediately wrap your arms around his neck.

"C'mon, sweet baby. Pick a movie & let's go cuddle."

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justanamesstuff · 1 year

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Unrequited love (birthday party) - Matty Healy

Part 3 of Unrequited love at the studio.

A/N: Guys, there's no way I can thank you enough for all the support the fic/concept/miniseries is receving...THANK YOU SO SO SOOO MUCH ♥ I hope you enjoy this part as well!

Warnings: maybe a little swearing, FLUFF, typos.

Word count: 1.8K

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Y/n opened the front door of her flat. Her sight fell on George and Charli, smiling happy and all dressed up for the occasion.

“Happy birthday!” Charli wished her, going to engulf the girl in a bear hug.

Y/n took a step backwards when Charli’s body coiled with hers. “Oh, thank you, Char!” Y/n thanked her, full of excitement. “Come in, come in!” she instructed.

Once G’s girlfriend was inside, standing just behind Y/n waiting for her to lead the way, George went to hug Y/n.

“Happy birthday, love!” George shouted on her ear.

She laughed at his actions. “Thank you, big guy!”

“Here.” he said, detaching himself from her, extending a bottle of expensive Champagne.

“No, George!” Y/n took it despite being against receiving it. She inspected the complex drawing on the label. “You shouldn’t…” she mumbled, feeling thankful for the gesture.

George brushed her off, “Shut it!” G placed his big hands on her shoulders, comfortably. “It’s the least I could do, since you didn’t want presents.” he expressed in a reprimand tone, even though she knew he was joking.

“The real present is having you guys here.” Y/n said, looking at both of them.

“Yeah, right!” Charli scoffed.

Y/n laughed out loud, feeling happy about how her birthday party was starting.“Come in, Matty is already here…”

“‘Course he is!” George teased her, getting inside.

Y/n glanced at him, “Don’t start!” she warned her friend, closing the front door.

“Right, right.” George raised his hands in surrender.

Charli stared at them. Feeling left out, she asked, “Did I miss something?” Y/n looked at her eyes, feeling how her body temperature was rising.

“George is delusional.” Y/n said, trying to get out of it.

“I’m not!” George protested. “It’s what I told you, babe.” he continued, speaking as if Y/n wasn’t there.

Charli was confused. “About?”

“Matty and birthday girl.” G grinned wide, enjoying teasing his friend.

Even though, before the conversation developed, Matty interrupted the little gathering at the entrance of Y/n’s flat.

“Are you coming in or what?” Matty whined.

Charli’s face turned after looking at Matty. Her head whipped to look at George. “Ah, yeah, I remember!” she shouted.

“What?” Y/n asked, looking from one to the other. Matty just stood a few meters away, taking sips from his drink.

George said nothing, going to greet his mate. The boys indulged in a conversation, leaving Charli and Y/n behind them. George’s girlfriend took the opportunity to whisper in Y/n’s ear.

“We’ll talk about this, bitch” she let Y/n know.

Y/n wanted to disappear. “Oh my god!”

She tried not to freak out about the fact that George told Charli, which included the possibility of the rest of the boys and girlfriends –and who knows whom else– knew about her feelings for Matty. Y/n tried to collect herself and enjoy her birthday party, ignoring the rest.

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The lights were off, Y/n's face was illuminated by candles on her birthday cake that Carly baked for her. All of them started clapping, while Y/n stood before the cake on the table. She never knew how to stand during those moments. Y/n was happy to be around closest friends, either way she would melt on her place from embarrassment.

“Happy birthday to you…” the group started singing.

Matty noticed her body was stiff, without stopping singing, he approached her. His right arm rounding her shoulders, moving their bodies from side to side. Y/n laughed, hitting him slightly on his chest. Matty noticed her body relax.

“Happy birthday, dear Y/n/n! Happy birthday to you!” they finally sang.

The room erupted into cheers and whistles. Matty brought her for a side hug, kissing the crown of her head.

He took advantaged the boys were bickering about who whistled better, to wish Y/n, “Happy birthday, my darlin’” Y/n eyes filled with happy tears.

“Thank you, Matty.” she replied, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Quick, Y/n!” Ross called her. “Think about your three wishes!” he rushed her.

Y/n moved far from Matty’s side, coming closer with the chocolate cake waiting for her. The candles burning while she thought about what to ask. Y/n moved her hair to a side, looking around to her friends and finally Matty. She smiled wide, and leaned down.

The birthday girl closed her eyes and blew the candles.

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Matty left a few used glasses in the sink. He took a glanced around, the mess all over the kitchen was terrifying. He turned to look at Y/n, who was throwing leftovers in the trash.

“You should’ve let me host…” he reproached her.

Y/n chuckled, looking around. “No, it’s fine.”

“I’ll help you tidy tomorrow.” He promised.

Y/n stopped her movements, “Are you staying?” she asked, surprised. It had been a hot minute since Matty stayed at her flat for the night. And usually when he did, they slept on the same bed. Y/n felt her stomach flip.

“‘Course.” Matty replied without hesitation.

“Okay.”

Y/n continued tidying here and there. She knew they would have to do the hard work in the morning, but tried to do the small bits.

Matty approached her when she whipped her hands with a towel after cleaning her hands. “Did you have a nice time?” he trapped her with his arms.

Y/n threw the cloth on the closest surface, being called by Matty’s warmth to lean in. She rested her head on his shoulder, which allowed Matty to increase his grip.

“Yes, a great time.” she mumbled.

Matty’s voice made his body vibrate when he said, “Happy to hear, darlin’.” Y/n let herself enjoy his closeness.

Y/n was beyond exhausted that the solo body heath of Matty’s body rocked her to sleep. Her lids heavy, ready to drift off completely. Matty noticed.

“Okay, it’s bedtime for the birthday girl.” He stirred her awake a little.

Y/n admitted, rubbing her eyes. “Please, I’m exhausted.”

“But before that,” Matty started saying. “I have something to give you.” he admitted, detaching his arms from her body.

Matty disappeared from the kitchen, leaving a confused Y/n behind. She had a presumption about the truth behind the mystery.

When he returned with a squared item, Y/n knew her bets were correct.

“What did I tell you, Healy?” Y/n folded her arms, looking at his eyes when he was close again.

Matty faked to think about it. He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t remember.”

Although she knew he remembered, Y/n remind him, “No presents.”

“Ring no bell. Sorry!” Matty teased.

“Matty, you really shouldn’t-”

“Shhh…” Matty made her shut up tenderly, touching the apple of her left cheek. “Here” he extended the package. “It’s something I wanted to give you for a long time. I’ve managed to grab a hold of it not so long ago.” he took her hand to place it on the gift. “Happy birthday, Y/n.” Matty concluded.

Y/n stared at their hands on top of the item, until Matty hid his hands on his back. With his actions, Matty forced Y/n to hold the gift. It didn’t weight too much. After one more look at his face, Y/n started to rip the wrapping paper.

The old book looked directly at her, the emerald tone cover with the gold letters brought Y/n’s attention. She let her fingers’ tip ran through the letters stating her favourite author's name. It was a book she owned, one she read several times. The difference relied on the edition, it was a vintage one.

Y/n opened the book, looking at the first pages, no one looks at. It was first edition. Y/n gasped, “Matty!” she dare to look at him. “You didn’t-” the girl hid her mouth behind her hand.

“Do you like it?” Matty smiled wide at her. The excitement was all over Y/n’s factions.

She ignored him, saying, “It’s really…” and proceed to take a second look. Finding something else behind the first page. “Oh my god!” Y/n exclaimed, without believing it. “This is?”

“Yeah, it’s her signature there…” Matty touched the place of the page the signature was in. “I was going to leave a dedication for you, but I didn’t want to ruin it.” He let her know.

Y/n looked at him in awe. “Matty, I don’t know what to say.” She couldn’t maintain the eye contact, way too emotional about his gesture. “This is- This is my most prized possession now…thanks to you!” Y/n hugged the book, without fully understand it.

“So you do like it?” Matty tried again.

Y/n snapped out of her shocked state, screaming, “Handsome, I love this! Thank you so much!” she didn’t contain herself and went to hug him. Her free arm –the one no holding the book– round him over the shoulders, bringing Matty’s body close again. “I don’t know how to thank you for this…” Y/n breath out.

Still dizzy by her perfume around him, Matty leaned back a few centimetres. “You don’t have.” he stated, slowly.

Y/n gripped the gift, feeling suddenly nervous about his proximity. Their faces were inches away. She sensed him swallow.

She looked at his hazel eyes, “I want to…”

Matty couldn’t help the urge to lean forward, touching her nose with his. Neither of them was sure what was happening, although neither of them wanted to move away. Y/n let her hand touch the curls at the nape of his neck. Matty breathed deeply, looking down at her lips.

Y/n titled her head, an action that Matty copied. That was it, it was going to happen.

The sound of a glass shattering into pieces came from behind Matty’s body. Y/n and the singer rapidly moved to different points of the kitchen.

“Shit…” George said from the door. “Sorry, Y/n!” he apologized for the glass he broke.

Y/n cleaned her throat, “It’s okay.” she told G.

George glanced at them. Faces all red, sights on the floor. He chuckled uncontrollably due to his drunkenness still lingering.

Matty started to scratch his head, uncomfortably. “We should all go to sleep…” he proposed.

“Yes!” Y/n exclaimed way too excited about that way out of the situation.

The frontman went to grab the pieces adoring the floor, “Okay, I’m going-”

“Thanks- Yeah, I’ll go to sleep.” Y/n rushed out of the kitchen.

George saluted her, waving his hand. “Bye, Y/n!”

Once she was out of sight, G started laughing, resting his back on the wall. Matty shook his head at his best friend.

“Come on…up to bed.” Matty instructed, helping George to walk out of the kitchen.

The drummer couldn’t stop laughing during the short way towards the living room. Once secured on the comfy couch, Matty let his body rest on the opposite one. He stared at G giggling like a child making kissing sounds. Matty groaned, feeling frustrated about how close Y/n and him were to kissing.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 2 months

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Sister Knows Best

Part of my Birthday Bash!

Request: “My sister thinks we are dating.” With Roy

Roy Kent x Reader

0.6k words

Warnings: Language, fluff

“Go Pheebs!” you shouted. When the little blonde scored an impressive goal, you clapped your hands together and let out a few enthusiastic cheers. Your eyes locked with her coach, who rolled his eyes at you teasingly. In return, you stuck your tongue out at your colleague-turned-friend (and secret crush), who had invited you to come see Phoebe play in the first place.

“How’re you and my brother doing?” a voice next to you asked.

You hoped Doctor O’Sullivan didn’t see the way your eyes widened at her question. “Doing?” you echoed. “I’m fine. He’s fine, I guess. Almost seems to be enjoying his job, which is nice to see.” You cleared your throat and directed your attention back to the field. “And you? How are you?”

Her eyes bore holes into your head for a moment before she shrugged and joined you in watching the game. “Oh. Yeah, I’m good, thanks.” She barely spoke to you for the rest of the afternoon, except to comment on the match and thank you for coming afterwards. Usually, she could be counted on to chat and joke with you whenever the two of you saw each other; her silence was deafening.

The interaction was still bouncing around in your head when you sat next to Roy in a pub, sipping pints and deciding what to get for dinner. Roy could practically see the gears turning in your mind.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” he teased over the top of his glass. “Upset that Phoebe only scored three goals?”

You shook your head. “Just… your sister was weird today.”

You swore something in Roy’s expression faltered as he leaned back and cleared his throat. “My… my sister?”

“Yeah.” You traced the rim of your class absently. “She was all ‘How’re you and my brother doing?’, and when I told her that I’m fine and that I think you’re fine, she got kind of quiet.” After a moment, you added, “Is everything alright with her?”

Roy stared at you for a moment, mouth half-open, before letting out a huff. “My sister… thinks we’re dating.” He winced, waiting for your eyeroll, or sharp laughter, or wrinkled nose, or some other expression about how ridiculous the one thing he really wanted was.

He was taken aback by your surprised expression, eyes wide and jaw dropped. If he wasn’t suddenly so nervous, he would have thought you looked particularly adorable.

“Why would she think that?” you asked, your voice small and timid.

Roy licked his lip, wondering how to say this carefully. “Well.” He cleared his throat and sat up straight. “She knows we hang out. And I don’t fucking yell at you the way I do at everyone else at work.” His gaze shifted downwards. “Apparently I talk about you a lot,” he mumbled. Still not quite looking at you, he gave a little shrug. “I… I’ve told her we’re just friends, but…” He finally met your gaze. “She doesn’t quite believe me.”

“Someone should set her straight,” you said softly, your gentle voice not at all convincing him that you meant what you were saying.

“Someone should,” Roy hummed, casually placing his arm around your chair. “Unless…” He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Maybe, just this once, I let my sister be right?”

His words jumbled around your mind for a moment before you finally nodded. “She is a doctor,” you joked quietly, letting yourself lean close. “I’d hate to tell a doctor she’s wrong.”

“In that case-”

As Roy gently pressed his lips to yours, you couldn’t help but think that you and his sister would have a lot to talk about the next time you saw each other.

#tally's birthday bash #request ❤️#he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Campeon

Summary: Celebration after Pablo's very first title for the first team. Siempre Visca Barça!!!!! <333

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader x fc Barça

Warnings: ENJOY!!!

You were on the stands celebrating with Becca when the Espanyol fans started throwing things at everyone before rushing on the pitch making the Barça players stop their celebration to run to the changing room.

You were a bit worried but seeing that Pablo safely ran away from the crowd you kept celebrating with your friend before gripping onto your family pass and walking off the stands.

"Amor!" you heard his familiar voice pushing past the crowd and running up to him before jumping in his arms wrapping your things around his waist as he twirled you around cheering loudly.

"Tu eres mi campeon!" you said kissing him all over his sweaty face not caring about it feeling so overjoyed and proud of him in that moment. You knew how much time he spends training and working his ass for this win so it was definitely deserved.

"Vamos!!" Pedri joined in with Becca and the four of you celebrated while they walked us (well Pablo carried you lol) towards the secluded area noticing that some Espanyol fans were trying to get through.

"You must be exhausted. Let me down Pablito" you say moving his sweaty hair from his forehead but he shook his head jumping up and down with you still in his arms happily.

"Chicos! Vamos!" Xavi called and Pablo still held you in his arms before starting to walk towards the changing room as you reminded him that girls weren't allowed to go there.

"Esta bien!" Xavi laughed as he let you all walk inside and everyone suddenly surrounded the four of you jumping around you while singing 'campeones! campeones!' repeatedly.

Pablo finally had to put you down and drink some water while you collected his wet jersey from the floor folding it properly before his arms wrapped around your body again and his chin was rested on your shoulder.

"Te amo nena..you gave me strength!" he said and you smiled widely turning around in his arms cupping his face and kissing his lips sweetly while everyone was clapping their hands.

"Te amo Pablo! I'm so proud of you!" you said as you pulled away an he rested his forehead against yours nodding his head finally realizing that it was really over and that they have won! He won his very first title!

Once you returned home, Pablo told you that there was a celebratory dinner he would like you to attend with him since all the players were bringing their partners.

"I'd love to Pablito! Let me just pick a dress" you say pecking his lips before rushing to your walk in closet to pick something but he was quickly there behind you snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him and you could already feel that he was 'excited' to be home.

"Can I choose the dress amor?" he said and you smiled moving your head to the side sightly so that he had enough access to leave soft kisses on your neck.

"Of course you can mi campeon! Tonight, you can have whatever you want!" you say and to that he smirked moving his hand down to your hips touching your ass in process which made you smirk a little.

"Everything?" he whispered into your ear licking it a little and you moaned nodding your head before he turned you around in his arms and captured you lips into a heated kiss.

"A..amor..we need to get ready if you wanna go?" you pulled away from a heated make-out session with swollen lips and he nodded pecking them one more time before letting you go.

"To be continued nena..." he smirked and you nodded winking playfully while he looked through your dresses choosing a beautiful silky red one (one he got for your birthday).

"Hair up or down??" you asked after you were both dressed and your makeup was done and he looked you from head to toe before walking closer asking you to show him what it would look up.

"Up..that way I can do this easily!" he said leaning down and kissing your neck which tickled so you giggled nodding your head and putting your head up in messy curls bun.

"I'm done" you say and he twirled you around kissing your lips one more time before fixing himself up.

"Perfecta princesa! Vamos!" he took your hand and you were on your way to the restaurant. Pablo gave a few pictures and signatures before driving you in his new Maserati which by the way was such a beautiful car but he still says you were his primary girl ;)

While driving, Pablo's hand went to your inner thigh and you felt yourself getting turned on while he rubbed circles into your skin smirking to himself knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Mm it's good to be a campeon" he said moving his hand upwards but you grabbed his wrist giving him a warning look to which he only smirked holding your thigh tightly in response.

"Didn't you say I can get everything I want tonight princesa?" he said pulling into the parking lot.

"Don't start something you won't finish Pablo.." you say as he parked his car turning off his engine before turning in his seat and leaning over to give you a passionate kiss, one of those he does when he has something to prove.

"Have I ever not finished you before??" he smirked and you shook your head knowing that when it came to Pablo, your pleasure was always above his own but you didn't want to be teased knowing you had to wait hours before getting what you craved.

The restaurant was very nice and food was delicious but Pablo would stop touching you to the point that you whole face was red and your friends wondered if you were alright.

"I'm gonna go the bathroom with the girls, six my lipstick..be good mi campeon" you said pecking his lips quickly leaving before he could protest feeling like you needed some time to breathe.

"He keeps teasing me! Ugh! I'm so red!" you said and Becca brought forward a good point so when you got back to the table, you started to do the same thing to him to show him how it feels.

You sat next to him as he immediately grabbed your thigh and this time your hand rested on his knee moving slowly upwards until he gave you a warning look that you of course ignored. Two can play that game Gavira!

"Stop it!" he whispered into your ear while everyone was talking amongst themselves drinking and laughing about the victory. You smirked moving towards his ear and licking it which made him get up abruptly catching everyone's attention as you chuckle.

"Everything good hermano?" Balde asked and Gavi quickly nodded saying that the two of you should head home. You smiled nodding your head and getting up as well saying quick goodbyes before taking Pablo's hand and walking towards his car.

"Not so fun when you get teased huh?" you tried to touch his knee again but his grip on your wrist was thigh and the moment you arrived to his apartment he had you pinned against the wall devouring your neck and leaving his marks wherever he could find a space.

"I am a campeon and you will treat me like one tonight!" he said sternly while you slowly got on your knees pulling down his pants and boxers before straining to suck him off like your life depended on it.

He groaned and moaned holding your hair in the makeshift ponytail slowly bucking his hips and making you gag around his long length. Soon after wards he grabbed your body making stepping out of his pants and underwear before tossing you onto his king sized bed.

He pulled your legs towards him and you giggled licking your lips before his were on yours into a heated make out session while he rested comfortably between your legs.

In the next three seconds, he rubbed your dress off your body as you whine that being his gift and therefore very special to you.

"I'll buy you a new one! Fuck I'll buy you everything you want just let me have a taste!" he said smelling your body while playing with your perky breasts before finally pulling down your red lacy panties and starting to lap and your core like a starved man.

"Ahh P..Pablo.." you moaned arching your back while he kept you hips pinned eating you out and just as you were about to reach your orgasm he pulled away. Before you could curse him out he entered you fully making you lose your voice form the pleasure moving in just the right speed to hit all the perfect spots.

"F..Fuck..this is the best celebration!" he said almost pulling all the way out just teasing you with his tip before filling you up completely making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

"Are you close my amor?" he said feeling your whole body contract around him smirking proudly from how much pleasure he was giving you right now.

"Si.." you moaned out as he turned you both around making you be on top and bounce on his cock fast and deep until he pulled you against him as you both reached your highs.

"Te amo mucho princesa.." Pablo said into your neck while still buried deep inside of you and your thighs were shaking from the intensity of your own high.

"Yo tambien mi campeon.." you menage to say before you both fell asleep from exhaustion never feeling happier!

What a WIN for Barça!!! Amazing game!! Very proud of Pablo for getting his first title win playing for the first team! This is only the beginning for the Golden Boy! VAMOSSSSSSSS!!!

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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A/N: Proposal trend now?

I headcanon that Steve knows exactly how to play D&D, he just likes to fuck with the kids. Eddie picks up on that pretty quick into the relationship. He decided to let Will in on the secret and told him that he wanted to create a one-shot adventure that he wanted to be DM on. He let Will know why, and the teenager eagerly agrees to help write it.

So when it comes time to play, the throne is left open. Eddie was confused because he thought for sure that Will was going to DM, but he sat down with the rest of them. Max and Robin were there to play, too. (Steve had to get on his knees and play. He didn't have to beg with El.) The door to the drama room opened, and Steve strolled in wearing a Hellfire shirt that Eddie had given him. Steve grinned at their confused faces and plopped down into Eddie's chair. The boys exploded into protests, claiming that he didn't know how to play.

"Get ready to eat your words, Henderson," Steve would reply.

They were deep into the game, and the guys were stunned.

"You know how to fucking play! All this time!" Dustin yelled, and Eddie giggled. "You knew! Traitor!"

Eddie sat at the head of the table, right by Steve, where he could get a clear view of him. Let's just say he got distracted throughout the game, something that Steve had planned on happening. Eddie's character ended up being separated from the party and into an empty room littered with candles, exactly how the drama room was set up now. That's when Steve integrates himself into the story, and Steve asks if Eddie would like to do something very illegal with him. Eddie eagerly agrees.

"Lord Steven, gets down on one knee and takes his hand," Steve said, doing exactly that. "He asks him a very important question. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! He eagerly accepts! Wait, hold on, is this real? Is this you really asking me?" Eddie asked.

"Yes, Eddie, I'm really asking you," Steve laughed.

"Then hell yes!" Eddie exclaimed and swooped down to kiss him.

The rest of Hellfire burst into cheers as they stomped their feet and clapped their hands. Robin cried and hugged the both of them.

"If I am not your best man, I will kill you!" Robin exclaimed as she wept.

"Oh my God! This is so awesome!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I can't believe you proposed to me with D&D, what the fuck? How did you get more perfect? How is this possible?" Eddie said as he wiped away the tears.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without Will's help," Steve replied.

"And you didn't ask me?" Dustin asked, pouting.

"And have you sitting there grinning like an idiot? I love you, man, but your face would have given the whole thing away," Steve replied, and Eddie giggled.

"Yeah, you have a point," Dustin said.

"Congratulations!" El and Max exclaimed as they hugged the both of them.

"Thanks, Red, Supergirl," Eddie said and was surprised when Max hugged him. "You wanna be flowergirl?"

"This is the thanks that I get for letting others see me hug you?" Max asked. "I fucking will not be flowergirl."

"Okay, my groomsman then," he replied.

"Can I wear a suit?" She asked.

"Hell yeah, Red," he replied.

"You know, I was wondering why there was a video camera in the corner," Lucas said.

"There's a video camera? You filmed this, Stevie?" Eddie asked, his arms wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah, well, Wayne figured that you would have known something was up if he showed up to the game, so he made me promise to film it," Steve said.

"Did you ask for my hand?" Eddie asked with narrowed eyes.

"No, I told him that I didn't really need his permission, but it would be nice if I had his blessing, which he gave me," Steve replied, blushing. "He said there was no one better for you than me."

"No shovel talk?" Eddie asked teasingly.

"He said that I didn't need one," Steve replied.

Eddie cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

"I can't believe I get to be with you forever," Eddie said. "Fuck. Let's go home and make a baby."

The rest of Hellfire and the party hollered as they put their fingers in their ears.

"If I have to hear about Steve’s breeding kink ONE more time. . !!" Robin exclaimed.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #ficlet #the party #the hellfire club #steve proposes with d&d

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turquoisenintendo64 · 14 days

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New Year’s Day

in which: leo valdez has always been pathetically in love with you, and he finally confesses on a porch at a frat party

fratboy!leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader

warnings: language, use of y/n

requested: yes/no

a/n: english is not my first language, so sorry if there’s any typos!! :)

leo was sitting on the couch, holding a half-empty paper cup in his hand, observing all the people at the party. his friends, people he didn’t even know, and people he had seen two or three times in college and greeted with a head nod. but you weren’t there. or at least he hadn’t seen you yet.

his best friend, jason, flopped onto the couch.

“why are you here alone?” he asked.

“this party sucks,”

“you haven’t seen y/n, huh?”

leo looked at jason. he had lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck.

“someone had a good time,” leo said, pointing to jason’s face.

“shut up.”

leo sighed and looked at the front again. everyone was dancing to the music, happy, joyful. some holding onto someone’s waist, some not. some kissing someone, some not. some probably fucking someone on the rooms upstairs, some not.

“she said she’d be here,”

“maybe she is,” jason reassured, “but you haven’t seen her yet.”

“the house is not that big,” he chuckled.

“piper said she’s here.”

“maybe she left.”

“for the gods’ sakes leo,” jason hid his face in his palms. “go search the girl, you are not doing anything sitting here.”

jason got up and walked towards piper again. leo took a sip out of his cup. he drummed with his fingers in his left thigh.

he was waiting for you. waiting for a text, a call. something. waiting for you to suddenly sit down next to him and tell him (at last) you love him.

you two met at camp. chiron told you to show him around and you got closer after that. you were always together.

leo saw his phone screen lit up. it was a text. from you.

“porch :)”, it read. he smiled and got up.

jason winked at him from the distance, and something told leo jason already knew you were outside.

he opened the door slowly, and saw you facing away. he approached you, quietly.

“so…” you faced him, “good evening.”

“good evening.” he leaned against the fence, like you, by your side. “i thought you wouldn’t come.”

“and miss percy doing karaoke drunk? hell no.” leo laughed. “also, it’s new year’s eve. i wasn’t going to rot in my room the whole night, evidently.”

the chill air of the night brushed through your hair. leo was low-key staring at you, but could he help it?

you fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. you rested your head on leo’s shoulder, feeling his body warmth.

you could hear the before loud music now faint, the only sound that mattered to you being leo’s calm breathing. he could hear his own heartbeat going faster, and prayed to his father you couldn’t feel it.

“i heard you were going out with a boy,” he said. you looked at him. “what was his name… lucas?”

you laughed, “luke. no, no, i’m not going out with him, we’re just friends. maybe just study buddies.”

then something crossed your mind.

“are you going out with someone?”

you mentally prayed to your mother that he wasn’t.

ever since camp, you’ve had a crush on leo. when late at night you helped him with summer homework. when you reassured him after a bad nightmare. when he forced you to help him with his inventions. when your lives were so miserable you didn’t have time to think about feelings. and now, that your lives were remotely normal and you did have time to think about relationships, it would suck to know some other girl was faster than you.

“no”, he said, and you breathed out even though you didn’t know you were holding it, “i’m not dating anyone.”

“would you like to?” you asked, hoping for him to take the hint.

you heard cheering inside the house, clapping and the music got louder. you checked the time in your phone. 0:00, January 1st.

“happy new year leo,” you smiled sweetly at him, his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.

“happy new year. and i would love to,” he said. “to date someone. well… not someone, you. i want to date y…”

you cut him off by kissing him. he hesitated a few seconds, but then he kissed you back, placing his hands in your waist. you placed yours in his neck, gently touching his curls.

you felt his smile on the kiss. you imagined your first kiss differently, but this was perfect.

now, you didn’t have to save the world. to risk your lives everyday. so you could dedicate entirely to love each other properly.

on the distance, you heard everyone shouting.

“to new beginnings!”

#leo valdez #leo x reader #leo valdez x reader #athena #pjo #heroes of olympus #new year’s day #taylor swift

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wol-fica · 8 months

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-𝕎𝕠𝕖 𝕀𝕤 𝕄𝕖?- ℙ𝕋𝟜

pairings - wenclair x daughter!reader

summary - closer comes with apologies to your mothers, but will that peace last?

warnings - none

an - you can read this while you wait for the new smut fic

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Humans are creatures of prescribed non-perfection.

No matter how hard one tries, they will never be the best version of themselves. They will never fit the puzzle piece of a perfect society member, and they will always have at least one thing wrong with them.

With you, your imperfections came at an alarming rate and were exceedingly wrong in most people’s eyes. Instead of playing with barbie’s as a kid, you played with knives and ouija boards. Instead of running around at the playground with Luka, you chose to snatch kids and drag them into the woods while they screamed and cried for their mommies. While every other “normal” child grew up to do normal things, you stuck with the abnormal side of the world.

In simple terms, you were just weird.

“I don’t understand.” Luka said, eyeing you carefully while you ate your salad, “You told mom and mama that you didn’t love them anymore?”

“Contrary, I just told them I wish they weren’t my parents.” You replied, chewing on a cucumber while you read your book.

“Basically the same thing.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Ehhh it sounds the same.”

“Luka.” You said, setting your fork down and turning to him, “Stop pestering me about it.”

“But-.” He started before trailing off when he saw the look you were giving him, “Okay.”

You nodded, reaching over to give his shoulder a gentle pat. He smiled at you, then turned back to his own lunch; raw cow thigh. It was still parents weekend, but the rest of your family wouldn’t be joining you until later for the carnival hangout.

You weren’t nervous, that’s not the word you would use, but you definitely were feeling uneasy about being around your parents. You knew how your mothers temper could get, especially if your mom was upset about something. You’ve never been in the line of fire with her temper, but you have witnessed the twins getting the heat on their necks from time to time.

To say it’s scary is an understatement, the way she yelled at them was a terrifying sight to see. Your mother was one of the very few things you were afraid of, hence why you steered clear of getting into trouble with her when she was angry.

Unfortunately, now you were the center of her frustration due to your honest comments about how you felt neglected, which ultimately leads to her being salty with you all of the carnival day. At the moment, Luka was dragging you around to each and every game he could find, your brothers are your heels while your parents trailed behind.

“Oooh, Y/N look! You could totally beat that one!” Louis said, pushing you towards an archery game.

You scowled, shrugging his hands off of you to turn to face the game clerk. He held his hand out for money to play, and Luka slapped five dollars into his hand with a smile.

“Our sister is gonna dominate this game.” Louis yelled, sneering at the game clerk.

“And she will make sure none beat her name.” Leo added on, a devious smile on his face.

“Ten for ten?” Luka asked from your right, watching as you picked up the cheap bow, “Should I bet on you?”

Your lips quirked into a small smirk, your eyes flickering to him, “If you do, you’ll definitely be rich.”

You drew back the first arrow, staring into your brother's icy blue eyes, and let go. The arrow flew forward, and pierced right through the center of the first target. Your brothers cheered, clearly happy with how your first shot went. To your left, you could just barely pick up on your mom lightly clapping, while your mother brooded next to her.

“Yeah, you will be rich.” You mumbled to Luka before hitting the next nine shots perfectly.

“That’s why you’re my favorite sister.” He chuckled, taking the large teddy bear from the now butthurt game clerk.

“I’m your only sister.”

“Exactly!”

You rolled your eyes, taking your bag from him and slinging it over your shoulder. Louis and Leo hurried past you and looped their arms into Luka’s, dragging him away towards an ongoing hotdog eating contest. You turned, just in time to see Wednesday hurry past you to follow them. Soon you were left alone with your mom, an awkward silence between the two of you.

“Your archery has gotten better.” Enid said, walking closer until she stood beside you, “Have you been practicing with Xavier’s daughter?”

“Yes, Mika has been giving me tips.” You replied, eyes trained on Luka stuffing his face with four hotdogs.

Another pregnant pause, one that made a bubbly feeling of anxiety rise in your throat. Your hands started to feel clammy, but before you could say anything, your mom beat you to it.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said.” She murmured, staring at you with warm eyes, “At least I hope you didn’t.”

You nodded, silently agreeing with her words. She smiled, and moved closer to bump her shoulder against yours in a playful way.

“Wednesday is upset,” She began, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “But I’m positive she would be happy if you apologized.”

You nodded again, sniffling softly as tears made their way to your eyes. Your mom picked up on that, and was quick to pull you into a hug. Your arms immediately went around her body, nuzzling your face into her chest for comfort as you tried to suppress your sobs.

“It’s okay.” Enid said, her lips pressing to your temple, “You are always allowed to cry.”

At her words you broke, letting the tears fall down your face and into her sweater as you hiccuped and cried into her chest. She rubbed your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear while she held you.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on her, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I know, I know.” Your mom cooed, softly cradling your head, “It’s okay, I forgive you baby.”

You cried quietly, your sobs soon shrinking down to sniffles against her colorful sweater. She held you close, gently swaying from side to side to help calm you down. You vaguely heard footsteps approaching, but your senses were overwhelmed with tears and your mom that you couldn’t comprehend who they belonged to.

“Hey Y/N/N.” Enid whispered, giving you a small squeeze, “Wednesday is here.”

You sucked in a breath, leaning back to look up to your mother, meeting her black eyes. Her gaze was softer than usual, yet still held its brooding demeanor. You gulped, choosing to stare at the ground instead of her.

“I’m sorry…for saying what I said.” You mumbled, playing with your hands, “I didn’t mean it, and I never will.”

Enid had her hand on your back, gently caressing up and down to help calm you. You stood in silence, expecting your mother to rain hellfire down on you, but nothing came.

Instead, she moved forward and pulled you into her arms, giving you a tight hug. You stiffened, unsure of what to do since your mother almost NEVER gave hugs. She held you, pulling your body close to hers.

“I forgive you.” Wednesday said, pulling back to look at you, “Thank you for apologizing.”

You nodded, feeling a bit awkward just standing there. Enid came up next to you, leaning over to whisper something in your mothers ear. She smiled and nodded, but before you could even question anything, Luka comes barreling out of nowhere with a trophy in his hand and mustard all over his face.

“I WON!” He screamed, almost tackling you to the ground, “158 HOTDOGS!”

“Amazing.” You said sarcastically, pushing him off of you, “You smell like mustard, get away from me.”

He gave you a cheesy grin and turned to your mom, showing her the trophy in which she squealed to. The twins ran up with their own miniature trophies, and soon the four werewolves were jumping up and down in pure joy. You scowled at the sight, glancing at your mother who wore the same exact look, and let out a little laugh.

“What’s so funny.” She asked, turning to you.

“None of your business.” You shot back.

“It is my business if you’re laughing at me.”

“Who said I was laughing at you? Is everything about you?”

Wednesday snorted, pulling you into a side hug with a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed, leaning your head on her shoulder while your arm went around her.

“Thank you for forgiving me.” You said, looking up at your mother.

“Of course, I’ll always forgive you.” She replied, a small smile at the sight of her family in front of her.

“I…I love you mama.” You mumbled, tucking yourself closer into her side.

Wednesday froze up, and looked down at you, taking in the fact you said that before smiling warmly.

“I love you too, bonita niña.”

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I don’t know what type of magic you posses but Blanche has been like digital therapy I’m losing the stress I didn’t realize I had.

Like??? Why does reading about him make me feel so calm??? What’s happening????

It would be so cute if you knitting sessions with him and at the end exchanged the things you made

Also I think Yves could work as a middle child🤔 I’m an older sister and while Yves could work as the oldest, Blanche kinda out older brothers him imo

Tw: implied drugging

He would be hopping in joy when you agree to sacrifice your weekend to spend time with him. Blanche would excitedly clap his hands as he cheers, successfully winning you over instead of that indecent hussy who usually invites you to those raunchy home parties. It was also a smart move to choose him over some boozy party, as he was on his last straw. He would have sabotaged it out of spite, causing a casualty or two to scare you off.

"Oh, you are such a sweet little angel! Thank you, thank you!" Opened his arms, you would jump in and then he would gently twirl you around. Giggles resonated throughout his living room as he continued playing with you with such glee.

He carried you on his hip as he made his way to the sofa. Blanche set you down and stroked your hair, kissing the crown of your head before leaving for the stairs. You turned your head to see him taking his first step, using his trusty wooden cane.

You told him that you could help him take whatever he's trying to retrieve. He doesn't need agonizingly go up a flight of stairs for that.

He smiled. "Well. If my helpful darling insists, could you be a dear and bring us the 'box of Jolly and Joy'?"

You nodded and hopped off the couch, Blanche chuckled deeply as you bolted past him, rushing up the stairs.

"Oh, my sweet. There is no rush, there is no need to run. You could trip and fall, that wouldn't be ideal. Would it, dear?" You're already out of earshot before you can even hear him finish his sentence as you heard it more than thrice.

The box of Jolly and Joy is a large but lightweight wooden chest. It contains a random assortment of items, which includes at least two sets of knitting needles and a wide array of yarn. It definitely contained your favourite colour and in your favourite shades. It had other items in there, like his past wood carvings and relevant equipment, art supplies, bobbins to make lace, ribbons, music boxes, musical instruments, pottery tools, scrapbooks, stickers, VHS tapes of old, popular movies, embroidery and its relevant objects... He basically has every homely and vintage hobby contained in this chest.

"What can the box of Jolly and Joy offer you today, my flower?" Asked Blanche, as he sits with his legs together. He rests his hands atop his lap.

You rummaged through it, taking your time deciding what to do. Too occupied with it to realize that he is jotting down something in his notebook while his pocket watch is out.

You pulled out the knitting needles and yarn. Handing him a set while you held onto yours.

"Ah, wonderful choice. Thank you, my love. Thank you, box of Jolly and Joy!" He began casting a few loops onto his needle using the colored yarn you picked out for him. "What would you like me to make, my dear?"

You told him whatever he wanted. You said that you're going to make something for him.

That earned you a kiss on the temple. He said nothing else as he bent down to pick up a few more colors of yarn. You noticed that he also picked up a tattered, square sheet. Which you then recognized as the cover of a Vinyl Record disc.

You already started knitting as he stood back up, walking to the gramophone nearby and setting it up so that it could play the music he wanted.

Half a minute after he set the needle on the rotating disc, soft, crackly music started playing. A slow, calm, and elegant Valse Serenade sets the tone of the room to be lazy, carefree, and lax. There was a strange sense of longing, melancholy, and nostalgia that you didn't truly understand while listening to it, but it was so mild, that it became negligible. You let your muscles relax as you felt the burdens of the world evaporate from your shoulders, all you had to do was knit and enjoy.

"I shall prepare us some delicious snacks and cups of hot, herbal tea to enjoy." Said Blanche as he held onto his cane for support. You shot up from your seat and dropped your work onto the seat, you said that you could do it for him.

You told Blanche that you wanted him to stay here and rest his joints.

"Oh, my dove. You pamper me too much." He smiled, caressing your cheek. "What about preparing them together? You can choose your favorite types of treats."

And so, you agreed. Walking to the kitchen with him and chatting about the cookies and pastries he baked while you're away. You had a lengthy list to choose from: classic, chocolate chip cookies, raisin scones, lemon squares, palmiers, gingerbread shapes and men, pecan rum bars, oat cookies, mini rhubarb pies, slices of fruitcakes, strawberry and creme whoopie pies, shortbread and blueberry muffins, fudge brownies and finally, meringues.

They're all apparently baked fresh, this morning and yesterday. It's unbelievable, with his snail-like speed and capabilities, but you're not one to question a good thing. Whatever he makes, it's bound to be heavenly.

While he's brewing the tea and filling the kitchen with pleasant floral and earthy scents from his special blend of herbs, you were building the treat platter; choosing the ones that you like and the treats that you think Blanche would want.

He sets up the coffee table in the living room with saucers and small dessert forks. Blanche would return to the kitchen when he heard the kettle whistling loudly, he took it off the heat and poured it into two quaint teacups.

He giggled at how you decided to pile the plate with his baked goods, it was heaping over like a mountain. Blanche is always happy to know you enjoy his cooking.

The vibe was undeniably cozy. The warm, orange lights from his incandescent lightbulbs illuminated his cottage. The doors were shut to not let a draft in from the heavy rain outside in, but it was still a bit chilly. So Blanche took out a massive, weighted blanket from his 'Chest of Comfy' next to his gramophone. The two of you had it draped over each other's laps.

You hadn't restarted your knitting project yet, as you were too busy stuffing your face with Blanche's godly desserts. A knowing smile rested on Blanche's charmingly handsome features as he took a sip from his tea, his pinkie lifted up gracefully. In a few seconds, you will be asking if you could drink from his cup.

And he was right. Of course, he agreed. Anything for his beloved dove.

The rainy afternoon passes by with him knitting, while you're mostly eating and drinking. Making multiple trips to his kitchen to refill your cup and his, and the snack platter too. The record Vinyl played numerous other songs, all of which were vintage, gentle, kind, romantic, and easy in nature. Sometimes it would make you somewhat sad, but you think that's just how it sounds like back in the olden days.

Blanche would have been done in fifteen minutes, but he wanted to prolong the time spent with you as long as possible. So he pretended that he needed quite a bit of time to finish. Whereas you barely even started, not even 10% completed. But that's alright, he knows that you felt great and entertained, as his tea should make everything extra amusing to you no matter how mundane or boring. You're in your own bliss and he is in his own as you decided to knit while being perched on his lap. Blanket wrapped over the two of you.

However, when a certain song began to play, he would set his work down and have a joyful, toothy grin. "Oh, how fun! It's our favorite song to waltz to, can we please do that?" He watched you with such large and pleading eyes as he clasped his hands together in anticipation.

You mirrored his smile, hopping off his lap to humor his request. He would rise up, abandoning his cane and leading you to the clearing in the living room, made especially for waltzing between you and him.

He pressed a hand against your back while he had to slouch since he was too tall for you to comfortably reach his shoulder. You and he intertwined hands and soon, the steps were synced and fluid. Following the beat of the music and leisurely slow dancing around the room.

It's incredibly easy as you had practiced this numerous times with Blanche before, you could even do it with your eyes closed. You felt floaty and loose, eternally grateful to experience this magical moment with someone who you love, someone who actually filled the ominous void in your life.

You rested your head on his chest. This is your paradise and Blanche's heaven.

He let his curls sway to the rhythm of the music, occasionally it would brush your leg due to the close proximity. Neither of you spoke, only letting the rich vocals and melodic piano notes course through each other's blood.

Your project and his were left on the sofa, incomplete. But that only means you and Blanche would be spending much more time together to complete them.

Blanche lets out a soft sigh of delight.

All he ever wanted was dancing with him, in his arms.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #tw yandere #yandere concept #yandere x you #oc blanche #male yandere x reader #whoops did not realize i forgot to reply to everything else #yeaa blanche do be calming #might be the herbs he put in his tea #and thanks 4 the ask cool insight as an older sister

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