#I feel sure Alexa or one of her friends

[byeolbeloved]

This one is mine

pairing ➛ stalker!sheriff!yunho × reader

genre & warnings ➛ enemies to lovers, yunho is a stalker, smut smut smut, dom!Yunho, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

summary ➛ Moving away from your hometown to escape your collage stalker, you start a new life, exploring the new feeling of being a free woman in the city. However, after a messy situation at the club you are back to where you were years ago, unable to escape him.

"No law will be able to take me away from you"

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“This is good for me jen” you yell out from the other room so your friend can still hear you through facetime as you bring two pairs of earrings to your face to see which pair would match better with your fit. 

“Yeah yeah I know and I’m glad you’re trying out new experiences but try not to jump into things so quickly yeah? City life is very different from here Y/N, especially when it comes to partying.”

City life was a drastic change from your hometown. You went from knowing everyone from your street and practically growing up with your neighbours and their kids to now rushing down the bustling loud streets of everyone minding their own business. You admit it was an overwhelming change, especially since you’ve never been much of a people-person. Large crowds of people were never you thing. However, after graduating from college, you wanted a change. To experience something new other than being a people-pleasing goody two shoes and to finally start doing things for yourself and connecting with your needs. 

Or at least that was what you told people when they’d ask you why you decided to switch to city life. The dark truth was you needed to escape him. Him and his tall figure that shadowed behind you. His chocolaty soft hair that complimented his milky skin. Those eyes that looked so pure but you knew so well they weren't.

Jeong Yunho.

The man who was so obsessed with breaking you. 

“I’m going to be in safe hands jen. David and alexa are really nice” you said with a smile posing for her in front of the camera “how do I look?”  

“Drop dead gorgeous babe let me know how many guys drool over you” you giggled at her response. You were wearing a black spaghetti strap silk dress that hugged your body frame perfectly. Your hair was curled and your makeup wasn’t too heavy but complemented your facial features. You didn’t have much experience with clubbing but David and Alexa took you to a few bars with a similar atmosphere to a club, it was their way of slowly introducing you to club life. You met Alexa at the coffee shop she works at that happens to be by your house. You went there regularly for breakfast and that's how you two started talking. Shortly after she introduced you to David, they’ve been friends since middle school.  

For your first time clubbing, you were actually having a lot of fun. You thought you’d feel overwhelmed as the flashing lights and loud music first made you feel slightly anxious when you first stepped in the club. However, just as David told you, after a few shots, you let loose- enough to get you on the dance floor. 

You 3 years ago would have found dancing at the club cringe. You never understood the fun of jumping around sweaty crowds with loud music. You would have rather listened to your music through your headphones on the bus home- maybe even imagining a little scenario in your head matching the type of song you were listening to. But the adrenaline you felt as the loud music vibrated through you, making you feel it shaking your heart, the crowd yelling an “o” as the beat was about to drop and most importantly, Davids really bad dancing- it was the most fun you have had in a while. 

However the night didn’t last too long. It was only 11pm, which to you would have been way past your curfew, however you were made sure that 1am is “demon time” as Alexa told you many times before coming to this club how she wouldn’t allow you to leave any earlier than 3am. People were advising one another to leave the club as apparently police came in and found illegal substances that someone sneaked in.

“Y/N follow me I know a back door we can go out from” Alexa said raising her voice a little since the music was still loud. 

“What about David?” by the time whispers were set out David had left in a rush. “He’s going to get some other people, don’t worry about him, he'll text us when he’s out” she said, now leading the way to the back door.

But as you were trying to keep up with her, people kept getting in your way, causing you to lose her in the blink of an eye. You tried to keep pushing forward in hopes of reaching a wall and finding a door, or any door to get into so you can quietly pull out your phone to text Alexa as you were scared you’d end up losing your phone in the crowd too. However, you felt a hand grasp your wrist and when you turned around your heart sank.

Jeong Yunho.

What was he doing here? Your thought was cut off as you glance down from his face only to see him in police uniform but not just any police uniform. You look at his chest to see a sheriff badge. He was the sheriff? And out of all places… here? You knew instantly this was no coincidence. Stalker Yunho never stopped stalking you. Even after running away. 

“You wanna bring her in Jeong?” a voice sets you out of your thoughts, looking over to see it belonging to a cherry red haired man, shorter than Yunho. He was also wearing a police uniform, must be his partner.

Glancing at his partner then back at you, this time clicking his tongue to the side of his cheek with a slight smirk on his lips, he eyed you up and down, eyes resting on your chest for a few seconds he said “Yeah, this one is mine.” 

They shared a few other words but you didn’t pay attention. Your eyes were glued on Yunho, you were sure you looked dumb right now with your mouth open and probably lost colour from your face but what the hell. You couldn’t believe he still managed to follow you after your big move that felt so right.

You were mad. You wanted to rip that smug look on his face off. But as always, you also felt small. Especially with his hand still grasping your wrist. Your body didn’t react to move it away. You felt a slight heat sensation running down your core. This is the effect Jeong Yunho had on you. 

“Have a good one sheriff!” his partner says. Anxiety flushes through your chest as you realise this is his time he’s going to finally have you to himself. Again. Like always. 

Pushing you through the crowd, you realise his hand never left yours. His grip on you was actually soft and gentle. Gentle enough for you to easily break free from his grasp. But he knew you wouldn’t. Which is why he confidently held you with that grip. As he’s pushing through the crowd, his back is facing you and you take in his figure. He has definitely grown, not only in height but also in his physique. His shoulders seem bigger and broader. You can deny he looks damn good in his uniform too. 

You’re now in his car. Words have not been exchanged yet. Until he breaks the silence with a chuckle. You nervously look at him, confused as to what could be so funny right now while you’re sitting over here about to piss your pants in fear.

“You’ve seemed to adjust well here Y/N” god hearing him say your name sends shivers down your spine every time. The way your name falls out of his mouth almost feels as if he’s cursing you with a spell.

“Good choice with those earrings, the others seemed too tacky” he leans into your ear and whispers. You freeze. 

What.

“You know where I live?” your voice sounded weaker than how you wanted it to come out, cursing in your head knowing he’s probably getting excited from that.

He lets out a laugh. “Oh Y/N, you’ve known me for all those years yet you’re surprised. I will say though, I was a bit hurt since you didn’t tell me about our move.”

“You mean my move”

“Our baby, you’re still mine” suddenly he speeds up his car causing you to jolt back in your seat. “And I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon” he snakes his hand on your thigh.

“You’re sick. You need help Yunho, you’re a psychopath” you have no power in this situation.

“And yet you’re in the sick psychopaths car” he looks at you and you move your head away. You move your head away because you’re embarrassed. Embarrassed that he’s right. It has always been like this. Yunho has never been rough with you, forced you to do anything. At the end of the day it’s you who accepts him. Who melts in his hands.

You’re now pressed up onto the wall of his apartment. His hands are on each side of your head and he’s staring straight down at you. As if you were his prey. Eyes filled with hunger.

“Let go of me” you try pushing him off

“Let go of you? You’re the one who’s touching me baby” he chuckles out slowly leaning in closer. Your eyes avoid his and you feel the heat rushing through your cheeks. He’s right again.

“Why do you do this? For god sake you’re a cop- a sheriff even. You should know this is wrong” you’re now aware about the fact that you indeed were the one touching him, keeping your hands to your sides, he surely noticed that because he's now dangerously leaned down close to your face, nose grazing yours.

“No law will be able to take me away from you. I’ve made it very clear that you are mine” his lips are now brushing against yours.

Your lips naturally part and you’re now eager for a touch. A kiss. Anything. 

“You really want this to end? Even though you’ve came on my hands and face? You’ve yelled out my name with such lust, should we tell that to the judge once you take me to court? Are you gonna visit me in jail and have me fuck you through my cell?”

His fingers are now trailing over your body. Starting from your hands, going all the way up to your arms, he caresses a line across your collarbone and circles down to your boobs, one hand stopping to pinch a nipple and the other hand sliding straight under your dress instantly feeling your wetness. 

“Does it excite you? Fucking you through my cell?” he breathes onto your lips.

“Yunho…” you breathe out, a hand sliding on the back of his neck while the other tangles in his hair slightly pulling him more down “please kiss me”

Without another word his lips crash onto yours. Hungry, needy, rough as if he’s been waiting to do it for ages.

You whine at the loss of touch as he moves away from you for a second before swiftly lifts you up and takes you to his room.

Clothes were off in a matter of seconds. Or should you say ripped off. “Yunho!” you shriek when you hear your panties and dress rip and glance at them on the floor.

“I’ll buy you other ones” he lays you down on the bed connecting your lips once more “although you won’t be needing them around me” he chuckles out before sucking a harsh hickey on your neck, causing you to moan. You feel his smile on your neck as you start unbuttoning his shirt. You let out a frustrated huff struggling at removing his gun belt and pants so he helped you remove them.

“Look at you so eager to rip off my clothes. You were demanding me to let go of you minutes ago” he teases as he wiggled out of his briefs, now exposing his hard on, gulping at the idea of it fitting. You’ve done this many times but it’s been so long you almost forgot the sting of pain you’d feel at the beginning.

Sitting up he grabs his cock in his hands. You think he’s about to slide in but instead you feel him sliding his tip between your folds, causing you to grip on the bedsheets and let out a loud whimper. He slides his tip up and down your folds before ribbing circles around your clit with it, both of you shuddering at the sensation. 

“You wanna run away from me Y/N? Hm?” he now leans close to you supporting his weight with both hands by the sides of your head. “Let’s see how fast you run from me.” he says before you feel him slowly entering you.

“One…”

“Two…” he pushes deeper

“Three..” deeper

“Four…” even deeper

“Five” what is he counting

“Six….” oh my god hes counting how many inches hes putting inside you

“Yunho please” you whimper out grabbing his ass and pushing him into you deeper earning a loud grunt from him. He slams into you and starts thrusting.

“Y'know I was gonna play nice guy with you today… even though you left me like that… wanted to make you come back to me.. ah… but that fucking dress didn’t help fuck” he now grabs your hips keeping you in place as you were squirming around.

“Ah Yunho please d-don’t st-ah op” he’s practically drilling into you now and you roll your eyes back. 

“I won’t stop… I never will ah when will you accept me Y/N accept that you’re mine, even your pussy knows this by the way you’re sucking my cock right now god so tight” 

“Mine all fucking mine” he’s whispering in your ear over the sounds of your skin slapping and squelching echoing in the room.

Although his thrusts are rough and hard, there’s a hint of passion in them, your bodies are so close together, skin rubbing against each other, almost as if he’s trying to merge your bodies together.

“Yunho I’m gonna-” you don’t finish your sentence before you feel the familiar feeling on heat rush out of you and soon later you feel his trusts get sloppy before he fills you up still chanting “mine” in your ear. 

You spend a minute there, catching your breaths before you reach your hand out to his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. Your body wants him. Seeing him on top of you right now, his eyes sparkling at you. You are reminded of why although you ran away from him, you always accept him.     

“You’re not going anywhere” kiss

“You can’t run away from me” kiss

"I’ll make you fall in love with me” kiss

“and its gonna happen tonight” thrust.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez smut #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho imagines #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho x you #yunho hard thoughts #yunho scenarios #yunho ateez #ateez yunho #jeong yunho smut #jeong yunho imagines

[harmoonix]

I N S P I R A D O R A

☀️ (Astrology Observations) ☀️

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☀️~ Ray of Light ~ ☀️

☀️ - Sun conjunct Venus/Neptune natives really share a very beautiful personality, they're very positive and full of life

☀️ - Mars aspecting Lilith (h12) or (h13) = Bad bitch vibes, you do you and you don't accept nobody's disrespect

☀️ - Mercury - Moon aspects may really enjoy music like a LOT, and especially if you have one of these in air signs 100%%%%%%%

☀️ - Saturn aspecting Pluto can really have an overwhelming life, things can sometimes get down and you can feel hopeless at times. But you don't have to forget that you are strong and don't let their things put you down

☀️ - Sun at 6°. 18° degrees natives analyze everything they see. They can read people on their face, idk is like these natives have the power to see what's behind someone's emotions

☀️ - Neptune aspecting the ascendant natives sometimes have a hard time thinking about themselves, because they tend to prioritize others more than themselves

☀️ - Moon in Libra often gives the native fox face/ fox eye figure. for example watch out Madison Bee, Ariana Grande and Alexa Demie have Libra moons and their eyes are close to fox eyes

☀️ - Sagittarius Sun natives will be the people to call out all the lies, they can't accept to be lied on. I know numerous Sagittarius Suns who rather prefer to hear the truth than to be lied on

☀️ - If your boyfriend has an Fire Venus, be sure he'll be very passionate in everything he does. Venus in Fire Signs usually has a spark in their eyes when they do something with passion

☀️ - Mars square Moon/Sun has very strong emotions when they're getting angry, they will probably need some time alone because their personality can be destructive at times

☀️ - Erato (62) - aspecting Juno (3) = Very erotic relationship, and you can seek for eroticism in your life. Very erotic spouse aswell and I feel the tension already...

☀️ - Be careful at natives with Sun - Jupiter aspects in harsh aspects because their pride and ego sometimes it can be bigger than everything, I know someone with those aspects and omg she always thinks she's better than others (I need Maddie from Euphoria to slap her to reality)

☀️ - Neptune in the 12th house can often experience deja vu, they are spiritual and connected to their higher self

☀️ - Mercury at 10°, 22° degrees can be really into singing/ Capricorn degrees can influence and grant you success if you try your best

☀️ - Moon/Sun in the 9th house can be into occult/religion/witchcraft and they can share a communal love for Gods (if they believe in a God/source/universe etc)

☀️ - Sun/Venus/Moon in the 11th house make the best friendships, they connect with people so easily and they're so nice with people, is very hard to not be friends with them

☀️ - Mars conjunct/square/opposite Midheaven (MC) can cause others to see you as a competition and mostly jealousy. So most times is just better to mind your business and to not enter in a contact with people who can seem envy from the first sight

☀️ - Natives with Sagittarius Venus/Venus in the 9th have chances to be in a relationship with someone foreign/ far from home/ your spouse can be from another country/culture and honestly is so cute

☀️ - Saturn aspecting Venus can worry so much in relationships, some of these natives can even be over thinkers for their own reasons, I think another great lesson of theirs is to learn how to love without having difficulties

☀️ - If you want to have very chatty people in your life find someone with Gemini/Aquarius Moons because they are the most communicative out here,you can really talk about everything with them

☀️ - Capricorn Mars/Venus Men are really the gentleman of the zodiac, like the damn sir you really are a king (My Venus doesn't match with this one sadly but I met so many men with those placements and they were really amazing people! sorry my Venus doesn't match with it)

☀️ - Virgo Risings can attract really lovely people in their lives because of their 7H in Pisces, I love these placements so much, because your 7H is also ruled Jupiter who gives you so much luck

☀️ - 1st house ruller in the 6th house can be a big indicator that, these natives need to focus on themselves pretty much in their lives. You'll experience a lot of things that's for sure

☀️ - 1st house ruler in the 10th house on the other side, will mostly prioritize their job/career and that can grant them success in their lives

☀️ - 1st house ruler in the 7th house can prioritize relationships pretty much in this life, like they'll be always searching for that type of person who can be theirs forever, and be careful at enemies too most times they can be hidden

☀️ - Mercury at 3°, 15°, 27° degrees can indicate someone who likes to talk a lot, or just someone who needs to talk more

☀️ - Mars at 8°, 20° degrees makes the person attractive to the opposite sex (even if sometimes they don't want that) it's just attraction

☀️ - Natives with Midheaven (MC) at 2°, 7°, 14°, 19°, 26° degrees can make a good a first impression to the people who approach them

☀️ - Cancer Placements/4th house placements can be the best emotional supporters or the best emotional manipulators, it really depends on these placements and how act towards people

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☀️ Sun is such a very beautiful planet, Leo Risings are so lucky for having this gorgeous planet as their ruler 😭☀️💞

☀️ Have a very beautiful day full of light and full of love, let the Sun ☀️ rise on your street to make you feel better and to bless you ☀️

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- Harmoonix ☀️💞

#astrology #astro observations #astrology fyp #feelings #birth chart #astro notes #astrology observations #placements #astro community #horoscope #ascendant #venus #sun #sun aesthetics #sunlight #aesthetic #gold #leo #leo placements

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Double Trouble

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summary: when you’re pregnant with the quarterback of the cincinnati bengal’s twins, you just have to incorporate your husband’s teammates into your gender reveal.

warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy

pairing: joe burrow x reader

Imagine universe: into the mystic

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(y/n's pov)

"good morning, mamas" - joe grinned

i opened my eyes to see joe walking into our bedroom holding a tray with breakfast on it.

"morning, baby" - you

i leaned up and joe placed the tray on my lap.

as soon as he knew i was situated, joe got under the covers and sat in bed next to me.

"how'd you sleep?" - joe

"not bad, the babies were kicking though so that was distracting" - you

"they're kicking already?!" - joe

"yeah i'm 17 weeks, that's when they start kicking joe." - you

"do you think i could feel it if i put my hand on your bump?" - joe

"probably. here, give me your hand" - you

joe stuck his hand out and i took it, placing it on my bump.

i felt one of the twins kick and joe did too, his face lit up and he stared at me smiling.

“that feels insane, it’s so cool though. it’s really reassuring.” - joe

i watched joe lay his head on my bump, trying to get closer to his babies.

"you're so cute" - you

joe leaned up for a second and smiled at me, his head then went back down to my bump and he placed to kisses on it. one for each twin.

after he was done, joe laid next to me and put spongebob on.

i just enjoyed watching it as i ate the breakfast joe prepared for me.

"do you think we’re having two girls, a boy and a girl, or two boys?" - joe

"girls" - you

"i think it’s two boys but we'll find out tonight, right?" - joe smiled

i nodded and kissed his cheek before i finally started eating. joe was preoccupied watching his show while laying on my shoulder and tracing small shapes on my bump.

after the episode was finished and i was done with my breakfast, joe rolled over to give me a kiss before standing up from the bed.

"i guess i’m gonna leave you alone now so that you can get ready for the party" - joe

"thank you for breakfast, i love you" - you

"you're welcome, i love you too" - joe kissed you

joe retreated to the living room, leaving me some peace and quiet to get ready for the twins gender reveal.

i was wearing a flowy white dress that had little pink and blue flowers embroidered in it.

the cut was low, so i knew joe was gonna love it.

i curled my hair and waited for alexa to arrive for her to do my makeup.

*time skip*

i was in the kitchen helping my mom put the gender reveal oriented treats out when joe walked in through the back door.

“baby, the decorations are here and i have literally no idea how you want them set up so.." - joe

“you need help?” - you

“yes” - joe grinned

“joseph! you’re really going to make your pregnant wife help you with those heavy and big decorations?” - robin walked in

i couldn’t help but laugh at joe’s annoyed face as he was scolded by his mother.

“i’m still the one moving them mom, she’s just telling me where they go. i promise she won’t have to lift a finger.” - joe

“good.” - robin

as i moved out of the kitchen and up to joe his hands found their way to the small of my back as my hands rested on his chest.

“i love you.” - joe smiled

“i love you too.” - you met him halfway and kissed his perfect lips

both of our moms stood in the kitchen smiling at the sight of their kids in love.

“i’m not gonna lie i’m kinda nervous.” - joe

“that’s expected, joey. we’re finding out the genders of our first kids, that’s kinda nerve racking.” - you

“it is. i’m also so excited and very happy though. we’re gonna be such a good team when it comes to parenting.” - joe smirked

“duh.” - you smiled back

we stood there for a few more minutes, flirting with each other even though we were literally married till my friends started to arrive.

there were pro’s and con’s when it came to joe’s job in the nfl. it sure did cause us both anxiety, but i loved watching joe live out his dreams and the relationships it’s given us are irreplaceable.

my best friends (not including joe) were all girls i had met because of the bengals. gracie mcpherson, evan mcpherson’s wife. jess koehler, sam hubbard’s girlfriend. one of my college friends had also found themselves in love with a bengals player. alexa was one my closest friends while at lsu since she was my roommate, i was already dating joe so as she started tagging along to more games she developed feelings for ja’marr chase. she didn’t end up confessing to him till his senior year but they’ve been together ever since and live not that far from joe and i.

alexa, jess, and gracie all arrived at around the same time with their boys.

ja’marr held his 7 month old son on his hip, he was ja’marr chase jr. but we all referred to him as jj.

he was the most adorable thing ever and his love for joe is what makes me secretly want a boy so bad. i thought i was carrying two girls, but lately the thought of a mini version of joe running around usually ended in me crying.

alexa, jess, and gracie all gave me a hug while joe was occupied talking to the guys.

“wanna help me set up?” - you

all the girls nodded and followed me outside, i turned around when i remembered that joe still had to get ready.

"joe can you please get ready?" - you

"i am ready?" - joe

i examined joes grey skinny jeans and black t-shirt pairing before shooting him a “really?” look.

"your outfit is hanging up in the closet" - you

"what's wrong with what i have on?" - joe

i turned around and answered his questions as i walked off.

"your outfit is hanging up in the closet!" - you

as i walked into the backyard i could hear the guys laughing and giving joe a hard time.

about 10 minutes of us struggling i decided it was probably best to get joe to help us actually move everything while i just directed him.

after sending him a quick text asking him to report to the backyard, he was walking out the back door in less than 2 minutes.

joe smiled to himself as he watched the golden hour lighting hitting your soft skin, accentuating the bump you’ve both come to love so dearly.

"do i look alright?" - joe

he walked up to me and did a little spin, showing off the outfit i picked out for him.

after his spin he put his arms around me and pulled me to him, my hands naturally falling into his chest.

"you look amazing" - you smiled

he kissed me but while he pulled away he whispered something in my ear.

"you look pretty good too baby, love the cut of the dress" - joe whispered

"ewwwwww" - alexa

i laughed as i laid my head on joes shoulder.

alexa took a picture of us and snickered before saying, “y'all are obsessed with each other."

"do you want me to get jamarr out here too? you'll stop complaining then" - joe

as i was laying on his shoulder i looked up at him and noticed the stubble on his chin.

i loved joe’s beard, loved. after him recently growing out his hair i didn’t think he would be growing any facial hair, just keeping the fade and freshly shaven face.

"joey, when was the last time you shaved?" - you

"three days ago. i’m thinking about growing it back out. what do ya think?" - joe

joe knew full and well that i loved when he had his beard so in return i placed kisses along his stubbled jawline.

"i’m gonna take that as a yes to growing it back out?" - joe chuckled

i leaned away from him and nodded, alexa and gracie stood a few feet away. they thought the moment was cute but we’re slightly annoyed that joe and i were more of a distraction than help.

"are y'all gonna stand there and fawn over each other or help us?!" - alexa

joes arms fell from my waist and he took my hand, walking us over to help alexa.

it wasn't long till ja'marr walked out to help too, so alexa and i directed the boys as they put the decorations up.

about an hour later everything was set up and ready and people started arriving.

our backyard was pretty spacious so we had many tables for guests to sit at and tables for food.

since joe and i were more than fortunate we asked for people not to buy us gifts because we were perfectly capable of buying everything for the twins on our own.

by the time that all the guests had arrived, joe and i made our rounds to all the tables to thank everyone for coming.

once family and friends were done, we walked over to the long table specially for the team. they were all in attendance, including coach taylor.

they were going to be apart of the reveal.

after everyone was done eating and playing games i herded the football team inside the house to explain to them what they were going to do.

they all stood in a circle, me standing in the middle explaining everything.

"okay so just get into position like you guys are scrimmaging at practice. ted when i give you signal snap the ball to joe, joe you throw the ball to ja'marr and you better catch it because as a celebration you'll spike it on the ground and it'll explode blue or pink. that's for twin number 1. now for twin number two this is just evan. i have a tee set up and you'll kick the ball like you're kicking a field goal. whatever color comes out, blue or pink, that's twin 2" - you

"that's so cool" - evan

all the guys clapped and cheered causing me to smile.

"who came up with this? because it definitely wasn't joe" - sam (h) chuckled

"i did" - you grinned

"figured, lord knows burrow isn't the party planner type" - tyler b laughed

"hey now, i picked out the food" - joe

"yeah now answer this. who picked out your outfit?" - tee chuckled

"y/n.." - joe sighed

"knew it!" - tee laughed

the whole team erupted into laughter but joe rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"okay okay okay everyone calm down! do you guys know what they're doing?" - you

"am i allowed to sack joe?" - sam (h)

"no, d-line i swear don't try to sack joe" - you

"okay. now does everyone understand?" - you

everyone nodded so the circle opened for me to exit, the boys following behind me.

once we were all outside and the boys were in their positions alexa and gracie got everyone's attention.

"okay everyone! if you'd direct your attention to the children- i mean team." - alexa jokes

everyone laughed as gracie continued on

"the ball will explode pink or blue revealing the gender of twin 1" - gracie

they moved out of the way and joe gave me a quick kiss before i handed him the ball.

i backed up a little and joe handed the ball to ted.

all the players got into position.

"set hut!" - joe

ted snapped the ball to joe who threw it to ja'marr.

ja'marr caught it and ran to the end of the yard.

he spiked the ball and blue powder came flying out.

the entire team started jumping up and down excited.

they all ran towards joe but he bypassed them and went straight for me.

he picked me up and spun me around as my arms went around his neck.

"we're having a boy!!" - joe yelled

i was literally crying at this point, from the excitement from joe + the rest of the team and a mix of hormones.

when joe and i pulled away from each other we looked at each other and noticed we were both crying so we laughed for a second then wiped the tears off of the others face.

the team moved over into a corner, giving evan plenty of room for his kick.

"now shooter over here is gonna kick the ball like he's kicking a field goal and again the ball will explode either pink or blue" - gracie

evan set the ball on the tee and took a few steps back before running up too it and kicking the ball.

it exploded and blue powder filled the sky again.

the boys all jumped up and down again and joe pulled me back into a hug as we both cried more.

"two boys!" - you

"i've never been so happy" - joe smiled

"aww joey" - you kissed his cheek

i don’t think i’d ever been so happy either. there were two little mini joe’s that were going to come into the world in around 4 months and with actual joe by my side, i knew i was set to be one lucky momma.

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author’s note: lil fluff imagine todayyyy.. smut is probably next 😏😏😏

(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT JOE HAS STUBBLE IN HIS PRESS CONFERENCE TODAY??????? TALK ABT HOT.)

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #cincinnati bengals #joey b #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow series

[pandorasworkshop]

🌕The Bedrooms of the Moon Signs🌕

Pandorasworkshop

Okay so the moon rules the fourth house which is the house of comfort, mother and the home. So looking at people's moon signs is a great way to grasp what their bedroom may look like or what they feel comfortable in. Disclaimer: aspects other fourth house placements and what house ur moon is can affect this.

Moon in Aries: neat and organized or veryyy chaotic, they may have a little corner of their room dedicated to an interest of theirs. Some friends have dumbbells in their rooms as well. Whatever house their moon is in may show be more prominent in their room. Do you guys know those pretty minimal rooms on Pinterest (not the beige) thats what this placement reminds me of and also very chaotic rooms where there are collage walls.

Moon in Taurus: they payyy attention to the little things, they know what they like a value being comfortable, some of my friends with this placement spend a little more on their rooms to make sure everything is up to their standards. Usually have nice bedsheets too. Think nice fabrics. Most likely to have a mini fridge in their room. Their rooms always have a luxurious undertone even if that's not their aesthetic.

Moon in Gemini: techy room three friends of mine have an Alexa in their room and two have a record player. May spend money on gadgets for their room. Naomi Campbell has this placement and her house is literally the shape of an eye. Most likely to focus on lighting in their rooms (led, sunlight lamps, fairy lights). Lot of kpop fans with this placement. Could have multiple journals or sketchbooks all around their room. Tall windows.

Moon in cancer: they like being cozy, literally every single person I know with this placement has a veil hanging from above their bed. Ambient lighting and the starlight projectors. Appealing to all the senses to feel comfortable is important to them. May use candles, diffusers, or incense. Stashes food in their room. Weighted blankets. If they aren't doing well their rooms show their emotions. Most likely to have stuffed animals on their bed.

Moon in Leo: whatever hobbies they have you WILL absolutely know once you step foot in their room. One friend of mine with this placement is a guitarist has seven guitars/banjos/bass hanging on her walls plus pedals and amps all her posters are of bands. Another friend is an artist she paints and likes to bejewel stuff those shiny rhinestones are EVERYWHERE and her walls are painted with her art. Another friend is a nail tech/makeup artist all the tables In her room are filled with supplies and makeup. Look in the cabinet oh more nails. I feel like these placements pets love to hangout in their rooms as well.

Moon in Virgo: their rooms tend to be very organized. Many influencers online who tend to do those organized videos tend to have this placement. Most likely to have one of those carts that wheel around and are a container. Two friends with this placement both have veryyy coordinated bookshelves. Bullet journal and they may have lots of pretty pens. Anything they buy for their room is always useful. Tend to be plant parents as well and a friend and my cousin with this placement both have a yoga mat surrounded by plants. HIDDEN CABINETS. You can tell where they are mentally through their rooms. Really polished rooms even without trying.

Moon in Libra: may have had to host people a lot in their rooms so their rooms have multiple chairs. Their room either looks straight out of a catalog or there is clothes thrown EVERYWHERE. May have a specific area in their room they get ready in. May have framed photos of their loved ones or Polaroids. If they get flowers from somebody they may incorporate them into their room decor by putting them in a vase or drying them. Libra is ruled by Venus so their rooms always like pretty and almost refreshing.

Moon in Scorpio: every single person I know with this placement is metal/goth 😭 really living up to the stereotype. But Scorpio rules the 8th house and 8th house is about secrets, occult and obsession. Many of my friends with this moon placement when they have it they reallyyy lean into their aesthetic. All five of my friends have their walls covered with things and a typically goth aesthetic they really lean into. Something though I feel like is not talked about with Scorpio is their lighter side. Scorpios sister sign is Taurus and Taurus is very light. Both of these signs can embody one another. A girl on tiktok has a Scorpio moon and Venus and her room is very coquette but her walls are still covered with all sorts of things and she really leans into her style.

Moon in Sagittarius: might have a lot of funny things in their room or just plain out strange things. A friend with this placement has road signs all over his room, a random urinal(don't ask me how he got it idk), life size Bigfoot cutout, and a singular poster of the movie white chicks. Another friend with this placement is really well traveled and she has all the cool souvenirs from all over the world and collects them, she also has a few of those educational posters that are pretty.

Moon in Capricorn: antique but not antique in the way Pisces can be. Lots of nice wood furniture, maybe a bit of a masculine undertone with neutral colors. Moody style and coloring. Capricorn is the sister sign to cancer so their rooms are also very cozy. Whimsigoth or academic. Neutral colors or colors that are darker in shades. Knit blankets remind me of this placement. Leather reminds me of this placement as well. Think of retro made new.

Moon in aquarius: do you guys know those blue/white futuristic technological themed rooms people have on tiktok. That's what this placement reminds me of. People I know with this placement tend to have nice ass pc set ups. You may like to sleep in the cold so they can be extra warm in their blankets. Rooms may be more minimal. Nice wallpaper with celebrities who have this placement.

Moon in Pisces: Antiques but in that almost magical way. Women on tiktok with this placement have these beautiful gold gilded mirrors. My friend has this gorgeous antique wardrobe. Most likely to thrift their decor. Florals remind me of this placement. If this person is really religious or really spiritual then you'll know when you go into their room. One of my friends is Christian and her room is filled with beautiful antique crosses. Another friend is Hindu and she has a nice altar in her room. If this person is a smoker they might have decor that relates to that. Witch friend has a lot of themed decor like moon shelves and a whole bookshelf dedicated to her craft. Pisces rules twelfth house which rules religion, substances, and spirituality. Pisces is also the oldest sign.

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[thisismeracing]

millie! can i request #5 for sharlssss?

nonny!! of course! 🥰🥰here you gooo, sorry for taking forever *mwah*

From the Quick Prompt List: 5. “You're too overprotective”

word count: 0.5k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x charles leclerc

warnings: fluff, mentions of skiing, mentions of losing someone you love (but its fairly quick), not proofread.

"Did you get all your clothes? Are you warm enough?" Charles asked doing a once over Yn to make sure she was wrapped around the thick clothes.

They were going skiing together, something Yn never did before. She also wasn't the biggest fan of the winter season, she wasn't against it while at home near the fireplace with hot cocoa on her hands, but walking around snow? playing around in the snow? it could be too much, so she usually let it pass. However, this time she wanted to go skiing, she wanted to do something different and of course, Charles would follow her around.

"I did, sharls," she theatrically rolls her eyes and one of their friends chuckles.

"It seems like you cannot worry about your own girlfriend anymore nowadays," the moneguásque quips before grabbing his things.

It was only an hour after they got into the ski resort when Charles asked, "Mon amour, you should drink some water, it's easy to dehydrate in this weather too, you know?"

Yn huffed but grabbed her water bottle taking a long gulp before directing her attention back to her gear again. And Charles being Charles did the same: paid attention to her gear. He strapped everything and made sure her helmet was in place. When all their friends were ready to go they took the chairlift to the top of the hill, Yn admired the sight and tried to remember all the instructions given when they got there, instructions essentially for her and a small group who were not used to the sport, meanwhile, Charles and the others were just fine having done it since forever.

"Maybe we should go to the smallest mountain," Leclerc suggests when Yn wobbled on her feet almost hitting the ground without even starting the path down. "Or maybe take some classes before trying it, it should be safer," he adds.

"Stop it, Charles! You're too overprotective! I'm fine, I will be fine, it's not the first time I try something new, you gotta give me space to be," she states, and although her words are assertive, she uses her soft tone because she's well aware he wasn't doing it on purpose. The thing was, Charles was afraid of her getting hurt, or worse, losing her, so he would always make sure she was safe, he would move heavens and earth so that Yn would feel ok because he knew exactly how it felt to lose someone you love.

"I'm sorry," he says before dropping her mask to touch their cold lips in a kiss. Yn brings him closer and deepens it making sure he knows she got him and that she would be safe, there was nothing to worry about, that was what she tried to say with the kiss.

And that's exactly what happened: they were safe the whole day skiing around the resort. Yn fell on her butt and rolled down some feet, but so did their friends, and eventually so did Charles. It was a fun day, and Charles knew Yn would eventually fall again, but he would be there and that was the most comforting thing, for her, to know that someone was there to catch you or to console you; and for him, to know that he was that someone for her.

-ok alexa play We are the champions by Queen cuz millie finally finished the quick prompt list party yayyyy hope you guys liked it <3 lmk your thoughts, gimme your likes, reblogs, and comments, I appreciate it *mwah*

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[eyeliketoeatpoosay]

CONGRATULATIONS ~ chris sturniolo.

part 2

pt1

summary ~ you and chris have been dating for quite a few months and you’ve only had sex a few times. but, chris is fine with waiting for as long as you need because he loves you.

warnings i! ~ fluff & smuttt, riding, oral (male rec), makeout, etc lmk if ive missed anything !! , use of baby & y/n (NOT PROOFREAD)

a/n ~ my first smut AHHH im scared dont kill me pls pls pls pls🐱🐱 - this is part 2!! -

“but i swear that ass is what heavens like, and when i’m in that pussy it’s a better life.”

when you guys arrived at the party, you were greeted by tara. you can never turn down a tarayummy party. you brought her into a hug and squealed. “tara! i missed you so bad.” you smile, following her to the drinks bar.

chris was stood beside you, his arm around your waist. you were both poured a vodka shot each, shot after shot. and by the end of it, you were feeling pretty tipsy.

matt was off talking to some random girls, nick hanging around jake webber and johnnie guilbert. you found some girls that you were friends with from social media and danced with them. chris had left your side awhile ago, but you had no idea where he was.

you knew he wouldn’t do anything illegal or disloyal, so you didn’t let it get to you. one of the girls random spoke up, dragging your little group to the couches. “okay, so. let’s play truth or dare.”

you grinned and nodded, “sure! who’s first?”

“i’ll go first. y/n, truth or dare?” abigail asked, looking directly at you.

it’s always safest to pick dare. “dare.” you smirked.

abigail grinned, “i dare you to.. go give that guy a lap dance.” she pointed at some influencer. did she not know about you and chris? layla nudged her, shaking her head. “girl, she’s with someone.”

abigail laughed, “so? a dares a dare. do it.” you mumble a ‘fuck.’ before you look at her. “i’ll just do truth.” maybe dare wasn’t always safe.

abigail groaned and rolled her eyes. “fine. who are you dating?”

“chris sturniolo.”

“does he give good head?”

what the fuck?

your face soured and you shook your head, “that’s two truths. also, i wouldn’t know. we’ve only ever had sex like twice.. never done anything else.” you admit shamefully, looking down at your dress that was somehow mostly up your thighs.

abigail laughs, “you gotta get out there, kid.”

layla slaps her arm, shaking her head in disbelief. “abi, quit it. the girls only 21 for fucks sake.”

“so what? it’s embarrassing! she’s 21 and hasn’t fucked more than twice. insecure much?” abigail giggles, looking you up and down.

you take a deep breath and stand up, “i’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” you laugh awkwardly, pushing your way through the crowds of dancing and drinking. on your way to the restroom, chris stops you and hugs you. “where have you been, y/n?”

“with some friends. we played truth or dare, it lasted a round.” you shrug and smile, “can we leave?”

chris furrows his eyebrows, grabbing your hands, “why what’s wrong?”

“i just want to go home.” you say over the music, looking towards matt. “matt, come here!”

“what’s up?” he smiled, a cup of fruit punch in his hands.

“have you drank any alcohol?” you asked and he shook his head, “can you drive us home?”

matt and chris chuckle, “y/n, we got an uber here.”

you sigh, “right.”

“why do you wanna go so bad?” chris places his hands on your shoudlers, looking down at you.

“just not feeling up to party.” you lie. he nods and grabs his phone out, dragging you to the front yard and calling an uber.

-

you kick your heels off into the middle of your bedroom, throwing your purse onto your chair and plopping onto your bed. chris followed behind you, shutting your bedroom door and sitting next to you on your bed.

“alexa, play congratulations by mac miller on spotify.” chris says to your device, smiling at you. his hand runs up your thigh, his finger moving your face to his. he presses his lips against yours, moving them at a slow pace.

your hands come up to his hair and his neck, sitting on his lap and already feeling his warmth beneath you. you move your head back slightly, leaving room for chris to plant kisses along you neck and jaw.

— “but i swear that ass is what heavens like, and when i’m in that pussy it’s a better life.” —

you moan softly at his touch, grinding gently on his lap, earning a groan from chris. you lift your dress up over your hips, resting on your waist.

chris looks at you, a little sparkle in his eye, “you sure, baby?” he asks, knowing how slow you like to

take things.

you nod, “i want to.” you pause, “but i want to be in control.”

chris chuckles and nods, “okay, baby.” you shuffle off his lap and pull his jeans down, along with his boxers. his already hard dick springs out, leaking with precum.

you take a deep breath as you look at the sight, chris taking notice and lifting your head up. “you don’t have to do this, you know?” he says softly.

you shake your head, looking at him with an innocent face. “no, i want to. i wanna make you feel good.”

chris nods, “okay, baby. if you’re sure.”

“i am.”

you spread it across his tip, pumping your hand slowly. he whimpers quietly, tilting his head back. you lean your head down, taking what you can in your mouth and using your hand for what doesn’t fit.

he moans, gripping your hair and gently pushing you down, not wanting to overwhelm you. “f-fuck.. that’s good baby.” he hushes out.

you bop your head down faster, looking up at him as you suck his dick. he clamps his eyes shut, already feeling himself close to his climax.

“you’re doing so well, baby.. just like that.” he praised, making you want to make him feel even better.

“so close.” he mumbles, with that you move faster, swirling your tongue around the tip. without warning, he finishes in your mouth. you sit up and scrunch your face up, swallowing. he lets out a deep groan as he does so.

“you gotta drink more water.” you both laugh as you kiss him, climbing back onto his lap. your hands wrap around his neck as you press your lips to his. “nuh uh.”

chris lifts your dress over your head, running his hands down your body. he smiles softly, “so beautiful.”

you push your black laced underwear to the side and slowly sank down onto him, gasping at the feeling. only having sex twice meant you were still adjusting to the feeling of a man inside of you.

chris looked up at you, “you okay, baby?” he ran his fingers through your hair and smiled. “we can stop.”

“no, i’m okay.” you shook your head and bottomed out. you let yourself adjust to the feeling of being so full and slowly moved your hips up and down, you bury your face into his neck and hold his hand.

“fuck.” you moan, already getting tired. your pace slow down and chris’ hands come up to you hips, pushing you up and down for help. he groans into your ear, “you close baby?”

you nod and whisper, “s-so close.” you feel the familiar yet so unusual feeling in your stomach, like theres a knot that’s about to snap.

“let go, i’m right behind you.” chris breathed, and you did. you let go all over his dick as he lifted you off him and he finished on your thigh.

you panted and dropped down next to him as he kissed your cheek. he stood up and grabbed a towel from your en suite, wiping your leg and himself.

“i love you so much.” you say softly, pulling him down and kissing him. “was i okay?”

chris chuckled and pulled his boxers back up. “more than okay, baby.” he planted a kiss on your cheek and grabbed you some clean underwear and sweatpants from your drawers. he lifted his t-shirt over his head and handed it to you as you put everything on.

he had some pajama pants in your room, so he slipped them on and climbed under your blankets beside you. you let your head drop onto his chest and your arm wrap around his torso.

“i love you too, by the way.” he whispered and closed his eyes. you listen to the pattern of his heartbeat and sigh deeply before shutting your eyes and letting sleep take over.

this was super scary. i hope it was ok for my first smut and also a virgin💋💋💋💋💋 ok bai pls domt dox me pls dony kill me pls just get wet !!

@mattslolita 🐇 @mattsturnioloisbae 💌 @sturnzsblog 🎀 @thestoryofusstan 🪩 @sturnslcver 💋

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #angst #christopher sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #smut #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut

[riordanness]

enchanté — [n.sheff]

wordcount: 1.2K

warnings: none

requested: no

tags: @honey-ambrosia my wife <33 (send her love or else)

a/n: idk?? i just had a random idea while watching this movie for the first time so enjoy i guess. nic is defo ooc, doesn’t do drugs in this fic either, and i know basically none of the movie plot yet. feel free to request nic sheff fics tho! <3

“Nice to meet you.” I smile; and shake my new roommate's hand. He seems nice enough, with pretty green eyes and curly brown hair.

He smiles back, then heads into our dorm room. I turn back to my conversation with the other girls in our hallway. Turns out there wasn’t an even number of girls or boys this year, so I got shoved into a dorm room with a guy. Not that that’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to me; he’s kinda cute.

One of the other new girls, I think she said her name was Alexa, nudges me. “Damn, I wish I was the not-so-unlucky girl stuck with a boy. He is hot.”

I shrug. “He’s not bad. He’s probably got a girlfriend though. Or he’s gay.” I nudge her back. “Doesn’t matter that much; he’s probably the kind of guy who spends all his time not in his dorm room. More time alone for me.”

I say goodbye and turn towards my bedroom door. I stop just before it, though, when I hear voices.

“Yeah, she seems nice, she’s just in the hall,” I hear my roommate say. I’m not entirely sure who he’s talking to, but then another person speaks, a much older man, and I remember his father is here.

“I feel for you though…” His father laughs, and I hear the sound of cds clacking together, and I realise that they’re my cds.

I internally cringe. Why did I decide to set up my cds? My roommate definitely thinks I’m a total loser freak now. I visualise my collection. Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Chase Atlantic, Melanie Martinez, Joshua Bassett, and the Chainsmokers. Pretty much screams ‘basic white girl’ doesn’t it?

I knock on the doorframe, stepping into view. “Hey,” I say, waving a little at his father. “Nice to meet you.”

My roommate’s father hastily shoves my cds back onto my desk. “You too. I’m Nic’s father.” He stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, offering a smile.

“Well…” Nic’s father pats his pockets. “I’d best be going.” He gives his son a hug, who stands and grips his father tightly.

I feel awkward, like I’m interrupting something.

“Everything,” Nic whispers.

“Everything.”

Though I have no idea what that means, I think it’s adorable.

His father leaves, and the two of us stand for a moment. Then I drop my bag on the floor next to my bed and flop myself onto it.

“What’s your name?” Nic asks quietly. “I’m Nic.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I know. I’m y/n.”

He nods. “Cool.”

There’s silence for a couple more seconds, more than feels comfortable.

I blow out my breath. “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

He laughs in surprise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No.” I glance at him. “She literally does think that.”

“Okay.” Another pause. “My dad thinks your music taste sucks.”

I glance over at my cd collection, which is now in an unorganised pile on my desk, compliments to Nic’s father. “Mm.”

“It’s not bad, though,” he offers. “I love Chase Atlantic.”

I raise an eyebrow, and meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm. Vibes, Into It, Friends, Meddle About, CALL ME BACK, Church, some of my favourite songs ever.”

I make an impressed face. “Okay, okay. I’ll accept that.”

“The other stuff though?” He makes a face. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

I sit up. “Yes. Taylor Swift really.” I grab my notebook out of my bag and relax onto my pillows. “Now shh while I write this idea down.”

He suddenly looks interested. “You write?”

“Duh.”

“No, no,” he tries to backtrack. “I mean, I write too. That’s why I’m here. To study writing.”

I look at him over the top of my notebook. “You? A writer?” i don’t mean to sound incredulous, but I probably do.

He nods sincerely. “I love to write. What kind of things do you write?”

“Umm…” I stare up at the ceiling. “All kinds. Poetry, fiction, lyrics, fanfiction, essays, critiques, anything really. I just love anything to do with words and writing.” I swing my legs over the side of my bed, facing him. “What about you?”

“Me too. Anything.”

I nod. “Can I read something of yours sometime?”

He shoots me a crooked smile. “Only if I can read yours.”

“Deal.”

We shake hands, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter a little.

It’s been six weeks of sharing a dorm with Nic Sheff, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second.

Turns out, he’s amazing. At like, everything. His writing is incredible, at least the little I’ve seen so far. He can skateboard like nobody’s business. He can sing, speak French, and apparently, braid hair. (I know from experience, trust me on this).

“Hey, tresses,” Nic says, throwing his backpack on the floor, and himself on my bed.

I was at my desk, trying to study. “Hey,” I reply absentmindedly.

“You got class this afternoon?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

“Same one as me?”

“Probably.”

“Y/n…” he whines, picking up my Spider-Man squishmallow and throwing it at me. “Pay attention to me.”

I glance up. “What?”

“Do you have the poetry class in twenty minutes? The one we both take?” He asks the question slowly.

I read my timetable quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, it’s a bit of a walk and we do not want to be late.”

I shut my laptop. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

He jokingly offers me his arm, and instead of taking it like a lady, I hit him. “Ow, y/n!” he complains.

I giggle. “Come on, Nic. We don’t wanna be late.” I mimic his earlier words.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re awful, tresses.”

“You love me.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

“Alright, Mr Steff, would you like to read your poem aloud now?” Mr Day asks the boy.

Nic glances nervously at me, for some reason, then stands as he nods at our teacher. “Yes, sir.”

He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and licks his lips in the cute way he always does when he’s worried or nervous.

“Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘je vous aime’,

well, ça me tue à l’intérieur.

j’ai été enchanté de te rencontrer,

mon amour.

je pense que tu es á ma place.

Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

Je vous aime.”

A brief silence follows Nic’s poem, then a round of applause, louder than any I’d heard here before.

He looks at me, and for a split second I don’t know why. Then it clicks.

“Me?” I ask weakly. “You wrote that… for me?”

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

The whole class cheers, and we get another round of applause.

My mouth is open, and my heart is racing, but I know I want to say it too. But for some reason, when I open my mouth, the words won’t come out. So I do the only other thing I can think of.

I stand up, grab Nic by the collar, and pull him into a kiss.

The cheering gets a whole lot louder after that.

translation:

“My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘I love you’,

Well, it kills me inside.

I was enchanted to meet you,

my love.

I think you belong with me.

My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

I love you.”

#nic sheff #nic sheff x reader #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #beautiful boy #timothee chalamet x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #beautiful boy movie

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Alexa, play Hey, Jealousy

This whole scene, Kang is obviously feeling jealous, because Pimfah is listing reasons why she likes Sailom. But! It easily reads as Kang struggling to confront the truth of what she's saying. Because he knows all these things about Sailom, he feels the same way about him, but he hasn't allowed himself to contextualize those feelings as "why I like Sailom".

That reality is why Kang is struggling to maintain his friendly interaction with Sailom after.

This is pretty straight forward jealousy.

Except that Kang got more upset when Sailom said that he pushed him to the cheerleading thing so that he could have a shot with Pimfah.

Kang thinks he's upset because Pim likes Sailom, but he's also upset because if Pim likes Sailom, then obviously Sailom will date her, she's great, but then Sailom will be dating her. And those feelings are very big and very confusing. Which we see here:

For Kang, Pim and Sailom dating was the logical conclusion. Sailom is a great guy, and Pim is the best, of course they'll get together.

When they don't, it's a threat to the narrative he's created, where he's jealous of Sailom, not because of Sailom. Where he can put everyone and all his feelings back into little boxes if his two friends just get together like they should. Where he can deal with the blow to his plan to give his dad what he wants, and marry someone who can give him kids, if everyone would just behave like they're supposed to.

This one is... this is the start of Kang figuring his shit out.

Guy literally rips Sailom away from Kang, and Kang can't even argue that Sailom is his friend, too, because he's very much not been a friend to him, and Sailom is actively keeping his distance.

Kang arrives with breakfast excited -- his body language is a little nervous, but almost giddy as he runs up the stairs with that cautiously optimistic smile. He's ready to mend fences and probably apologize, and reestablish their friendship (and ignore Sailom's confession, because Kang is Not there yet).

And there's his future best friend in law Guy, taking care of Sailom the way he wants to be, and he's hurt, but he's also angry that he's missed his chance. This is where he's fully aware of the cause of his jealousy.

THEN! THIS!

THIS BEAUTIFUL SCENE!

Kang's friends are sure he's upset about the seniors being shitty to him and not acknowledging his contribution to the game. They're offering reassurances that he's earned his spot, but Kang hears none of it, because all he can see is Sailom hugging and congratulating Guy, smiling and being happy with Guy.

And here's where it all solidifies.

Where "Sailom works so hard, and he makes me feel like I should work hard, too" and "she likes you (why does that make me so mad)" and "I like you" and "he's my friend" all coalesce, and Kang gets it.

He understands that what he's feeling is romantic interest. That he needs to fix what he broke right now.

Of course, he's still 17/18 and dumb, because what he opens with is this:

Which like, yeah baby, we know. But that's not the important information from that little revelation. And Sailom, bless his little angry gay heart, rightfully responds with "And? Who tf do you think you are?"

Kang is clearly struggling. Struggling with Sailom's anger, and with finding the right thing to say that will appease him and also be true-- the thing that will quiet the screaming in his heart, because big feelings are not his forte.

And then Sailom deflates a little, and says "Please, can you just tell me?" and asks tiredly if he's somehow made Kang feel guilty again (because why else would Kang be there, there's nothing between them, right? They're not friends, Kang just feels guilty about how he's treated Sailom, right) And then, Kang knows what to do.

(it's also Very Interesting to me that in an episode that told so much of its story in flashback montages, the one that we get right when they kiss is "I used to hate it, but I think I'm starting to like it", because despite everything, Kang has never hated Sailom. Dude has been obsessed from the start)

Anyway, this was going to be a funny post with just the pictures of our boy being jealous, and then figuring out why, but obviously I'm not normal about them and this happened. *shrug emoji*

#dangerous romance the series #dangerous romance #kangsailom

[ughgoaway]

we went to winter wonderland // day 2

content warnings; swearing maybe? I think that's it??

a/n; day 2!!! I have only been to Winter Wonderland like once, so if this is inaccurate... oops! but I did have a good time despite it being a bit shit, which is how I felt writing this fic too lol. also I did use a quote in here I saw online, but I can not for the life of me find who wrote it, as soon as I do, I will edit this and credit them!!! <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place pre-relationship)

12 days masterlist

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“Alexa! Play Daddy's song!!” Matty hears his daughter shouting at the Alexa from the kitchen. He smirks to himself once he understands what she means.

Matty was careful what songs he showed Annie, knowing she was at the age of endless questions, and he didn't exactly feel like explaining the intricacies of some of his songs. 

But last week, Matty had to run into a meeting and left Annie in the studio with Ross and George. As they sat there and planned the setlist, any time Annie heard the title of a song she didn't know, she would pipe up and say, “What does that one sound like?” and either George or Ross would play a small bit of the song. When Me and You Together song was brought up, they thought it was about as harmless as 75 songs can get, so they played the whole song for her.

They watched her eyes light up as the song played, and by the end, she was dancing around the room with them both and singing along, but once it stopped, she asked for it again. And again. And again. Now it was a week later, and Matty was sick of the sound of his own voice, which is not something he thought was possible.

As Matty strolls into the front room to see Annie looking grumpy at the Alexa for not understanding her request, he scoops her up and sits on the sofa with her on his lap. She shrieks as he picks her up and crosses her arms over her chest once she's sat down. 

“Annie, sweetheart, im so glad you like my song, but im not sure we need to listen to it again,” Matty says gently, trying not to upset his daughter. Annie huffs in his lap and immediately pouts, and it almost breaks him. But he manages to stay strong. 

“Why don't we do something else instead, hmm? You could show me some of your new toys? We can even play Barbies if you like?” Matty says, trying to bargain with Annie. He wasn't very good at the whole discipline side of parenting. But how could he be when Annie gives him those puppy dog eyes and a shaky bottom lip?

But before either of those comes out, her face lights up with an idea, and Matty knows that doesn't bode well. “Okay, we can stop listening to my most favourite song if we can go to Winter Wonderland like it says!!” Annie says, stressing most favourite in an attempt to guilt trip her dad, and it works.

They had gone to Winter Wonderland last year, and Annie had the time of her life. Some of the kiddy rides made Matty feel his age though, and after a 3rd go on the teacups, he had to sit stationary for a good 15 minutes. Despite that, that day was one of Matty's favourite days with Annie, seeing her face brighten at the rides and all the people, watching her sit on Santa's lap and ask him for a new dog, “my doggy mayhem needs a friend!!” but nothing compared to their trip on the Ferris wheel. 

Watching the skyline of London reflect in her eyes was a sight Matty would never forget, her giddiness as she tried to spot their house (she insisted she found it, and who is Matty to disagree?) and the different colours of light slide over her ecstatic face. The purple and pink lights shining in her wide eyes as she stared at the people below giggling was the highlight of his Christmas. 

Annie sat on his lap as they went down on the wheel, and before they even reached the bottom, she was fast asleep in his arms. Watching her eyes flutter on the train home made Matty's heart swell in a new way. He didn't think he could love something this much.

So when she asked, Matty couldn't help but nod his head and get attacked with hugs and squeals.

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The sun had gone down about 20 minutes ago, and Annie was determined it was now time to go on the Ferris wheel, “I need to see all the pretty lights, Daddy!” she says, dragging Matty over to the queue.

Matty laughed and followed behind her. A giant stuffed bear obstructed his view slightly, but he blindly trusted Annie's directions. After a long day of rides and fairground games, Matty wouldn't mind a gentle spin around the Ferris wheel.

Little did he know you were thinking the exact same thing, only a few people ahead of him in the queue. 

You hadn't planned to go to Winter Wonderland that day, not even thinking about it before you were in central London. But on the tube, you saw a poster and suddenly felt drawn to it. The hustle and bustle of people and the decorations were sure to make you feel a bit less shit. 

You couldn't go to Christmas at home this year, not being able to travel due to severe weather warnings, so you went up to your mum's house a few weeks before for an early Christmas dinner. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but how wrong you were.

The whole family was invited, and you were inundated with questions about a significant other, “Oh do you have a boyfriend yet love?”

And then, having to cope with the sad eyes and the pity after you say no, “Oh don't worry, sweetheart. It'll happen for you eventually.” 

They all said the same thing, pity followed by an attempted set-up, “Actually… if you're still single, there's a lovely young man I work with that would be perfect for you!” 

And thus the spiel began, describing a man who you're sure is nice enough but definitely wasn't perfect for you. Even if he was, you couldn't date right now anyway. You were well and truly stuck on Matty.

You can't think of anyone else. Your head is full of him. Your heart is full of him. You think of him when you wake up, what he's doing right now. Whether he's making breakfast for Annie, or maybe if he's at the studio already. Throughout the day, small things remind you of him. The guitar that sits in the corner of your room, an abandoned attempt at a hobby, now sat as nothing but a reminder of the man you were violently in love with. You turned on the radio each day to distract yourself, but now something as basic as music has you yearning for him. One day, as you were getting ready to go out, one of his songs came on, and you froze on the spot. You didn't end up going out that day. You stayed home and ached over a man who you could never have. 

The worst time was at night. You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the ticking of the clock teasing you. Reminding you that each minute you don't sleep translates to an hour of grumpiness tomorrow morning. But you couldn't help it. Your mind was swimming in him. You thought of lying in bed together, chatting, and giggling. And falling asleep in his arms. You'd be able to listen to his heartbeat rather than the tick tok of that fucking clock.

So you lie, you say to your aunts, “Oh I don't need romance! Im perfectly happy.” But you say you don't need love like a woman on a diet says she doesn't want dessert, you long for it but you don't think you deserve it. 

To try and distract yourself, you dragged yourself out of bed and into central London. The poster convinced you, and soon enough, you were standing in front of Hyde Park with a ticket booked. 

For a solo adult, you had a pretty fun day, going around to all the stalls and buying unnecessary treats for you and your loved ones. You ate some overpriced food and went on a few rides. But you were waiting until the sun had set for your favourite activity, the Ferris wheel. 

You get loaded onto a carriage, and you hear the ride operator ushering more people on saying, “There's only one in here so you two can join her, okay?” You keep focused on the view outside, not too worried about who you're going to be spending the trip around with.

That was until the door shut, and you heard a breathy voice say, “Hi.” 

Why do you recognise that voice? Oh- OH. you turn, and you're met with the same pair of eyes that run through your mind all night, the same eyes that seem to follow you wherever you go.

A few hard blinks later, you assure yourself you're not dreaming, that is Matty Healy standing in front of you with a bear almost the same size as his daughter.

Speaking of his daughter, you catch her in your arms moments later, Annie had thrown herself in to hug you; clearly over the moon with your presence.

“Well hi guys!” You say, somehow managing to keep your voice even, “So nice to see you both” Your eyes flick from Annie's up to Matty, who simply nods, dumbfounded. 

You make a slightly awkward conversation with the two of them, both you and Matty reeling from the surprise encounter. But Annie wasn't phased, easily recounting her whole day to you and laughing when she detailed how ill Matty got on the teacups. 

“In my defence,” Matty says, already smiling at your poorly suppressed giggles, “they spin really fast, okay! Im getting too old for teacups,” he says with a flick of his hand.

Just as you say, “No!” Annie says, “Yes! Too olddddd” dragging out the last letter. All of you burst out laughing, Matty gives Annie a pinch and calls her cheeky.

Once you reached the top, you, Matty, and Annie all quieted down and stared out at the view, all immersed in the London skyline sparkling back at you. Annie stood below you with her face pressed into the window as you and Matty had a quiet conversation. 

“I always wait until it's dark to come up here, I love the lights too much to come up during the day” you whisper to Matty.

You don't turn your head to face him until the silence is too much, and you almost jump when you see him already looking at you. 

But all Matty wanted to do was look at you. The way the lights glittered in your eyes, your smile as they flicked over the view. The way you squinted and leaned in closer, trying to figure out what landmark you were looking at. He especially loved the way your hand was subconsciously stroking Annie's back the whole time. 

He felt like a real fucking family. And god, it hurt. 

Nevertheless, he couldn't stop staring at you, willing to endure any pain if it meant he could continue living in this delusion he had created. 

Any beautiful view was lost on the two of you now, just staring at each other with dopey smiles on your faces. Tracing each feature with your eyes, desperate to memorise this. To live it over and over again. 

Annie tugged at her dad's leg, and that finally pulled his attention back. You were nearly at the bottom of the wheel, and Annie's eyes were heavy with sleep. She rubbed at her face with closed fists and then stuck her arms up. Matty immediately scooped her up and held her close, letting her eyes shut and resting her head on his shoulder. She was falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

Neither of you spoke on the small remainder of the journey, not wanting to wake her up. But as he walked off trying to balance both Annie and the bear, Matty gave you a small smile and a wave. You did the same and walked in the opposite direction.

That night, it wasn't just you staring at your ceiling. Matty was up until 3 am watching the moonlight dance and fantasising about the life he had for 10 minutes. A life with you.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au! #i am unsure about this fic but thats not a new development #m&yts remains one of their best songs

[yandere-daydreams]

i swoon at your power to take ideas and make them great fanfics. the lyla one was awesome, whoooo! 😤 thanks for running with my suggestion. perfect for my wlw wednesday

i love imagining those little tense moments before the pictures and videos appear that miguel KNOWS somethings up and lyla looks SO SMUG while glancing over at darling and they're (maybe ever so slightly) shivering. but is much too afraid to say anything out loud.

oh especially if in the beginning of their capture (before lyla actually began her sessions) when miguel was out darling hoped lyla could offer a sense of reprieve and friendship, hell, maybe she could help darling escape!

and that was their first mistake, hoping.

it's almost perfect, the unintentional good cop bad cop dynamic lyla and miguel had. if only they had planned it earlier, coordinated better darling could have been mindbroken even faster. but it's mors fun when they struggle, isn't it? Lyla thinks so.

tw - non///con, kidnapping, physical/sexual abuse, and consensual recording.

difjisjflksjdflk i actually usually hc that lyla's the one who takes care of, like, the majority of your upkeep while miguel's off repressing his emotions and fighting anomalies, so i can picture a scenario where the reader is desperate enough to try to befriend lyla despite knowing she can't go against miguel's orders and is very likely reporting everything you do or say back to him. you know she can't help you escape, but with such limited options, you're forced to confide in her, to treat her as something resembling a friend, and to rely on her as your only real support in this fucked-up scenario. it's not much, but it's what you have. if that means you have to trauma-bond with your kidnapper's alexa, then so be it.

which means it really, really hurts the first time she pins you down with mechanical arms and makes you cum until you go blind on a vibrating attachment, all while recording a little something to make sure miguel doesn't feel like out. you can't be sure if it's something he asked her to do or just a robotic whim meant to pass the time she has to spend with you, and so you're trapped in this bleary, constantly exhausted twilight zone between begging him to make her stop and not wanting to put yourself through the punishment that'd follow trying to avoid his twisted affection. the result is, unhelpfully, not saying anything at all and trying to recover in the few, sparse hours can find between lyla's sadistic "enrichment time" and miguel's never-ending lust. they might eventually come to a consensus, be able to talk about the way they both treat you openly, but there's a good chance that you'll just find yourself caught up in a cycle of being fucked unconscious by lyla and her toys, having her send pictures of your ravaged body to miguel, and finding yourself speared on his cock a few minutes later when his hand inevitably fails to sate him - a reaction which, of course, just makes lyla want to rile him up more. either way, you're not getting a break anytime soon <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara

[skiller0dani]

The Noble House of Gaunt | Ominis Gaunt

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angst | slytherin!reader requests info w.c | 4.9k summary | An unexpected visit proves to Ominis that as long as you, a Muggle, love him...you'll never be safe.

Alexa play Ready to Run by One Direction & All I want by Kodaline.

My Aunt Tara passed away from cancer in December, so I chose to name your characters Aunt after her. Love you Aunt Tara.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Blurb

Ominis always knew that being with you would put you in danger, with him being who he is and you being who you are. Blood status has never mattered to him, he knew you were a Muggle before you presented a magical ability when you turned 15. He knew you knew nothing of magic before coming to Hogwarts, and he didn't care. He had every intention of keeping his distance when you were sorted into Slytherin- as he did with most people. Ominis has a reputation among most of the students who attend Hogwarts. They knew who his family was, knew that they did to Muggles. He was ashamed to have their name.

The only two people who didn't flinch away from Ominis in the hallway's or duck into empty corridors to avoid him were Sebastian and Anne. The siblings he desperately wished he had instead of the family he was stuck with. It was halfway through First Year when Ominis stopped going home, and yes he had received more than a few Howlers from his Mother as a result. By the time they were in Second Year, most Slytherin students had dropped all misconceptions of Ominis, the rest of the school remained wary however. He didn't blame them.

Ominis had planned on keeping his friend circle fairly small, he wanted to pass through Hogwarts as small and unseen as he could. He spent most of his time with the Twins, and Imelda occasionally. He spent 4 uneventful years at Hogwarts, save for Anne getting cursed by the Goblins. As soon as Sebastian lost his Twin, he became obsessed with curing her. His obsession was slowly leading him towards the Dark Arts and down a path Ominis wasn't sure he could follow. His already small social circle seemed to keep shrinking and there was nothing he could do about it. It was a maddeningly helpless feeling, although not one Ominis was unfamiliar with.

Being born blind meant Ominis was born at a disadvantage. He was behind most of his pupils and that meant he had to work doubly hard to catch up. Learn how to do things differently, and it was important for Ominis to be independent. He was determined to figure things out on his own, he was nobodies burden and often rejected help if it was offered to him. Maybe it's because he's stubborn, maybe it's because Ominis has a hard time trusting other people. His Mother drug him all across England in search for anything that could cure his blindness, but time and time again his Mother was told there was nothing that could be done for him. That perhaps if his family hadn't partaken in incestuous habits, then Ominis wouldn't have been born with this defect. Hearing that made Ominis hate his family all the more, he's blind and they are to blame. Paying the price for a choice he never made, it wasn't fair.

By the time Ominis turned 11, he had received his Hogwarts letter and went to get his very own wand. Apparently the wand that chose Ominis had been sitting on the shelf untouched for many many years, harshly rejecting any that attempted to buy it. It was meant for you boy Mr. Ollivander had told him. The wand chooses the wizard, that much Ominis knew. His wand was different, even Mr. Ollivander seemed in awe of the bond between Ominis and his wand. His wand became his eyes, it helped him navigate the world, and every spell he cast would hit its target. The wand would help correct Ominis's aim, would pulse if he were about to bump into something. His wand began to feel like a friend. Ominis was very excited about his wand, his Mother was less so. She wanted her son to be perfect, not blind with a wonky wand.

Going to Hogwarts felt like a blessing, he could spend 10 beautiful months away from his family. Luckily Ominis's older siblings had all graduated by the time he started Hogwarts, he only shared one year with his older brother Marvolo who was a 7th Year when Ominis started. After he graduated Ominis knew he was finally free, and for once he felt like happiness was finally possible despite the horrors he endured during his childhood. Then he met you, and so many things seemed to fall into place.

He originally met you through Sebastian, who you'd beaten in a duel on your first day. He was rather prickly when you first met Ominis, but Sebastian reassured you that Ominis is like that with everybody. You made it a personal goal to break down Ominis's walls, his heart was more well guarded than Azkaban. But unfortunately for him you were never one to back down from a challenge, and you knew there was something about Ominis you were helplessly drawn to. You spent nearly every waking moment with Ominis, well when you weren't running around crypts with Sebastian.

You spent a lot of time reading to Ominis, and while he didn't need your help reading he liked the sound of your voice. He read braille books, and Madam Scribner had been more than gracious enough to order over 150 braille books specifically for Ominis, seeing as he was the only blind student attending Hogwarts. But sitting down in front of the fireplace with you while the soft sound of your voice read whatever book you were reading aloud was addicting. Sitting close enough to smell the scent of your shampoo, the strawberry tarts you so loved, the smell of old parchment as you flipped through the book. Ominis was developing feelings for you before he had a chance to stop it. By the end of 5th Year, the two of you were inseparable.

Then he learned you were Muggle born, though it wasn't something you were trying to hide. You never mentioned it before because nobody had ever asked. You lived with your Muggle Aunt before coming to Hogwarts, both of your parents had been killed when you were a small child. Perhaps that's why you bonded with Sebastian so quickly. To say that Ominis was panicked when he learned of your blood status was an understatement. What if his parents found out he was dating a Muggle? What would they do to you? He couldn't care less what they thought of him, what they did to him. All that mattered to Ominis was you.

"You sure you're okay?" You ask Ominis again, bumping your nose tenderly against his. Something you learned about Ominis after you started dating him is that physical touch is very important to him. He always has to be touching you in some way, holding your hand, pressing his forehead against yours, light kisses when nobody is looking. Besides his super sonic hearing, touch was one of his strongest senses. It's how he navigated the world, through touch and after you got together you'd allowed Ominis to run his hands over your body. His fingers gently feeling out the shape of your face, down your arms and across your back. Goosebumps had risen on your skin, and your face flushed hotly. If Ominis could see, then he would have known where your thoughts traveled to as he innocently felt the shape of your body. All he was trying to do was get a sense of what you looked like, to picture every curve of your body the best he could. You were head over heels for him, no doubt about it.

"Yes of course, couldn't sleep last night is all." Ominis answered, his chest warming as you gently nuzzled your nose against his. You leaned forward to tenderly press your lips against his, your hand squeezing his before you stood from the couch. The common room was bustling with people, Ominis was a tad overwhelmed with so much noise. Large groups of people are when Ominis struggled the most, his hearing was very sensitive and listening to so many people talk at once was sometimes disorienting. Which is why he spent so much time tucked away in the abandoned corners of the castle, where everything was soft and quiet. He could no longer feel the heat of your body pressed against his, you hadn't even said goodbye yet and he already missed you.

"Gotta go meet Imelda, wants my help preparing for Quidditch tryouts- y'know now that Black has finally lifted the ban. See you at lunch!" You explain, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before he hears your footsteps heading towards the stairs. Ominis sat on the couch, nervously fiddling with his fingers before he finally stood. He thought about finding Sebastian, but he wasn't quite ready to forgive him for the events of last year. Anne is still utterly devastated, and Ominis felt a pang of guilt when he thought of Anne. He had gone to check on her during the break between 5th Year and 6th Year, and she had confessed to having feelings for Ominis. He remembered his cheeks burning all the way to the tips of his ears as he stammered out that he'd been dating you for a few weeks already. He'll never forget how Anne deflated, how he had caused it. He felt awful about it for days.

Instead of looking for his used to be best friend, he decided to take a stroll along the castle grounds. It was nice outside, you had told him. The sun was out and the breeze was light and warm, and sometimes being outside helped clear his head. You still hung out with Sebastian, you cared for him which worried Ominis at first. He never thought of himself as the jealous type but seeing you spend so much time with Sebastian genuinely worried him. Until you reassured him with a kiss that Sebastian was practically your brother. You were an only child, had no extended family beyond your Aunt Tara. Ominis didn't like to admit it, but he often felt inadequate compared to other guys. He had a defect...he was defective. He knew you'd scold him heavily for ever thinking of himself in that way but its true. Sebastian had described you to him during 5th Year, and Ominis so wished he could see your radiant beauty he'd heard so much about from other people.

You usually reminded him that he could see a beauty in you that nobody else could see. Told him he could see into your soul, that he could see what truly mattered. That usually made him feel better.

Ominis stepped through the front doors, thanking the person who had held the doors open for him. It was easy for other people to assume that Ominis couldn't do basic things, like figuring out how to open a door. He reveled in proving them wrong. He felt the warm breeze you described to him, and would respond with a smile as people greeted him. The rest of the school had warmed up to Ominis considerably after discovering that he was dating the 'Hero of Hogwarts'. You made every part of his life better. Although it was slightly irritating having to converse with people so often, they felt the need to incessantly talk to him. He wasn't trying to be rude, he just preferred to keep to himself. Oh come on Ominis, don't be like that. He can hear your gentle scolding in his head, so he continued to smile politely every time someone said hello.

"Hello Ominis dear, I've been looking everywhere for you." A smooth voice spoke calmly from in front of him, and Ominis prickled at the sound of her voice.

"M-Mother?" He stammered, he suddenly felt very small and helpless. The hand holding up his wand dropped limply at his side, his entire body was shaking from head to toe. Why is she here? What could she possibly want? There's no way she found out about you...no this can't be happening.

"It's been a long time Ominis, you wouldn't be avoiding us would you? Your own family..." Her voice was worryingly calm, it put Ominis on edge. He heard the click of her heels as she took a few slow steps forward, her cold finger running along his jaw.

"I've heard some troublesome rumors Ominis, troublesome enough to warrant a visit." The venom was beginning to seep into her tone now, but she was still far too calm. There must be people around.

"I've heard you've found a special someone, and you didn't tell your own Mother. Ominis I thought I raised you better than that...consorting with a Mudblood. You haven't mated with it have you?" She asked, tutting at him. Her finger turned his jaw up, forcing him to face her. She stared into his glassy eyes, fogged over and covering the beautiful blue of his eyes. She could see the fear in his face, could feel his body trembling. It brought a smile to her face. Ominis's chest tightened, she is here because of you. If Mother is here, then so is Father and likely so is Marvolo. He had always done all he could to please his parents, he was just as evil as they were- if not worse. His other siblings were likely off causing strife and misery elsewhere.

"I...we-" Ominis stammered, his voice shaking. He needed to somehow convince her the rumors were wrong. He wasn't dating a Muggle, no no the rumors were wrong. That's the only hope you have of being safe. "No, no I'm not seeing anyone."

"Don't lie to me you pathetic child." She snapped, her nails digging into the skin of his neck. He's sure her other hand is curled around her wand, the spell he's the most afraid of dancing on the tip of her tongue.

Crucio.

His heart drops into his stomach, he loves you. That was incredibly selfish of him, he put you in danger every time he spoke to you, held you, kissed you and yet he continued to do it. He couldn't stay away, you made his life so much better. He should have stayed away.

"The Mudblood has corrupted you Ominis, did you not take pleasure in their screams? You remember don't you Ominis, what it felt like to hurt them." She sneered, a lightness in her tone as she spoke of the torture Ominis tries to desperately to forget. His jaw clenches and his palms twitch every time she calls you a Mudblood. He could never see you that way. His Mother is going to hurt you, and it's because of him. All of this is Ominis's fault.

"As fun as it is to catch up, I'm here to warn you dear. In 5 days I will return with your Father and your dear brother Marvolo. You have until then to severe all ties to this Mudblood, or we will deal with her ourselves. I don't like you'll approve of our methods of removal." She explained, turning Ominis's blood to ice. Crucio. He can't let that happen to you, he can't. The thought of breaking up with you made him feel nauseous, but the alternative is much much worse. Her hand ran along his cheek, feigning the touch of a loving Mother. She leaned down to press her cold lips to his forehead.

"Don't disappoint me again Ominis, or your precious little Mudblood will pay the price. I do wonder what beautiful screams we can pull from her lips..." She muses before the air changes and she's gone. Ominis slowly crumples to the ground, tears falling from his eyes. Sometimes he thinks it would have been easier if he'd never been born.

When lunch time came around, you looked around the Great Hall for Ominis but couldn't see him anywhere. You feel a pang of anxiety in your chest as you hesitantly sit with Imelda, your eyes glued to the doors, hoping you'll see him. Ominis is never late, never keeps you waiting. He always meets you when he says he will, always. So the fact that you're nearly halfway through lunch and you still don't see him is making you panic. Imelda eyes you curiously, at first you hated Imelda. She was unbearable and rude to you but once you'd beaten her fastest times she softened. She's become one of your closest friends, as has Poppy. Imelda watches you nervously chew on your cheek, your eyes still searching for him.

"What's wrong with you?" She asks, watching your distracted eyes flicker to her for a second.

"Ominis, he isn't here." You say nervously, forking another bite of mashed potatoes into your mouth.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's smart, and he wouldn't put himself in any danger." She tries her best to reassure you, but you're not really listening. You wait a few more minutes before you're standing from the table and heading back to the common room as fast as you can. You don't know why you're so worried, surely him forgetting this once doesn't mean something bad has happened. He's fine you know he is, and yet your heart will not stop hammering against your ribcage. Your palms are shaking as you push the doors to the common room open, you will tear this entire castle apart to find him if you have to. Ominis is easily the most punctual person you know, never late to classes, turns in assignments on time, and always meets you when he says he will. Always.

You find him sitting in front of the fireplace, his shoulders slumped and traces of dried tears on his cheeks. Your entire body tenses, panic crawling up your neck. Something happened, something bad. Ominis never shuts down like this, and he never shuts you out but now...you feel like a wall has been built between you two. You can't read him as easily as you could before, he's retreating from you and you don't know why. He can hear you before you sit next to him, can smell the sweet scent of the shampoo you use. You always smell like sweets and flowers, he's going to miss that.

"Ominis, my love what's wrong? You didn't meet me for lunch..." You ask hesitantly, reaching for his hand. He doesn't say anything, doesn't turn his head at the sound of your voice like he usually does. Ominis knows that if he speaks, the only thing he will say is going to break your heart- and his own. He has no choice, but he wants to put it off as long as he can. He feels you reaching for his hand and he lets you take it. He wants to feel the warmth of your skin, of your love, until he can't anymore.

"Ominis please talk to me, you're scaring me." You plead, and he can hear the emotion in your voice. You try in vain to keep the tears at bay, but they continue to fall every time you blink. Something really bad happened, you can see how shaken up he is. Please don't push me away you beg in your head, screaming it so loud hoping somehow he will hear it. He won't even move, his gaze downturned and his entire body slumped against the couch. Who did this to him? You feel anger surge through you, somebody hurt him. Somebody did this to him.

"I can't see you anymore." The words are whispered so quietly you almost miss them. But as soon as he says it, he's pulling his hand from your grasp.

Wait, what?

"Ominis..." You trail off, you feel frozen. Your heart is breaking and you can swear you feel the pain of it. He turns his head away from you, building his wall brick by brick, the wall you spent so much time tearing down. You need to know what happened, everything was fine this morning.

"Why?" Your voice sounds so small, so broken, nothing like the strong girl he's come to love. He hates that he's doing this to you, but then Ominis can hear the echoing screams of the Muggle's his family has tortured in his head. Reminding him why he's doing this, why he has to push you away. Why he needs to make sure you stay away.

"I'm better alone, I always have been." Ominis says, keeping his voice void of emotion. Maybe that used to be true, but it isn't anymore. He knows he's going to be lost without you, but he needs to keep you safe. He has to. He stands from the couch, keeping his back turned to you. Ensuring you can't see how broken he is, how much this hurts him too.

"No, I deserve a better explanation than that. There's more to it Ominis, tell me the truth." You plead, voice wavering as tears continue to cascade down your face. He can't tell you, he wants to but he can't. He doesn't want you to be afraid, but more importantly he wants you to stay away from him. If he tells you the truth... you'll try to help him. Try to protect him, you'll stay with him regardless of the danger.

So when you say, "have you found someone else?"

He doesn't deny it, he simply nods. He could never find someone who could compete with you. Nobody on this useless planet could ever come close, but if you believe he's a scumbag who cheated on you then you'll definitely stay away. Which is what will keep you safe. He can hear you gasp, as if he's wounded you. In a way, he has. Your hand clutches your chest, feeling it tighten. You never thought Ominis was capable of...of this. Of hurting you in this way, you trusted him. All this time he's been falling in love with some other girl, holding your hand while thinking of her. You feel sick, so sick you can't stand to be around him any longer. You turn and rush up the stairs to your dorm room, slamming the door shut behind you. Ominis hears you leave and he slumps against the couch again.

He hates himself, and he loves you. Not like it matters anymore.

The next 5 days were spent with you actively avoiding Ominis whenever you saw him in the common room or hallway. You barely ate, hardly left your dorm except to go to classes. You spent most of your time crying or sleeping. Imelda tried to talk to you, but you always brushed her off. She even tried reaching out to Ominis but got nearly the exact same response. You told her what Ominis said, that there was somebody else but she thinks that's a load of crap. For the last few days, Ominis has been sulking around doing the same thing you were doing. Not eating, not leaving his dorm and going to classes. If there was somebody else, wouldn't he be with her? Not sitting in the common room with a kicked puppy look on his face?

Imelda couldn't even bring herself to be angry with Ominis because anybody with at least 1 working braincell could tell that Ominis most certainly didn't cheat on you. There's more to this, she knows there is and for your sake she wants to find out what's going on. He's never been seen with anybody else, doesn't really have friends except the Twins and he hadn't even been seen with Sebastian lately either...an idea struck Imelda then.

Sebastian!

If anybody could find out what's going on in Ominis's head, it's Sebastian. Last she saw he was heading towards the Library, so Imelda stands and exits the common room, finally leaving Ominis alone. He knows it's nearly time for his wonderful family to drop in and make sure he's taken care of the...problem. So he stands and straightens his cloak and does his best to look like he isn't stuck in the deep pits of depression. If he looks heartbroken they'll know you matter to him, and they'll punish you for it. He hears your cries every time he wanders by your dorm, he knows you never leave the dorm, knows you're barely eating. Its beginning to scare him, he doesn't want you to hurt yourself because you're so heartbroken. Ominis never meant to hurt you, he wished he could tell you that.

Imelda finally found Sebastian tucked away in the upper levels of the Library, sitting near one of the windows with a book he isn't reading in his hand. She quickly makes her way towards him, plopping herself down in one of the chairs next to him before he could protest. One of his brows raised in surprise, his expression apprehensive. Imelda never talks to him.

"Imelda." He says simply, his eyes turning to his book.

"I need your help." She says simply, causing Sebastian to look back up at her, signaling that he's listening.

"Ominis broke up with Y/N, and they're both totally devastated. He said it was because he met someone else but I think he's lying to cover something else up." Imelda rushes out, causing Sebastian to finally put his book down. Sebastian's eyebrows pull together, met someone else? No way.

"Ominis practically hates everybody except for Y/N and Anne so its unlikely that he met someone else. Why do you think I can help?" He asks, he wants to help. He loves Ominis, he's practically Sebastian's brother and you're practically his sister. He cant sit around and do nothing while you're both suffering. But he doesn't think Ominis will want to speak to him right now... not after last year.

"Uh because you're his best friend? Talk to him, please." Imelda asks, her tone pleading. Eventually, Sebastian nods and stands to go find Ominis.

Ominis however is pushing his way out the front doors, making his way through the castle grounds. He isn't sure exactly where his family will meet him, but he's sure it'll be somewhere away from the castle grounds. He continues to walk, his ear straining to hear anything when he hears the familiar sound of someone apparating nearby.

"Hello brother." Marvolo taunted, and Ominis knows Mother and Father are here as well. Ominis's body went rigid, but he did his best to stay calm. As long as he tells them what they want to hear they won't hurt you.

"Marvolo." Ominis's tone is clipped and he hears a chuckle from behind him.

"Come now Ominis, don't be like that." His Father says, his words mirroring your own and causing a pang of pain through his heart. A hand is placed on his shoulder, icy cold.

"Hello dear, have you handled your little problem?" Mother asks, running her hands along his shoulders and he can feel her breath fanning on his neck. She must be leaning close to his ear from behind him.

"Yes Mother I have." Ominis forces his voice to sound certain and unwavering. He can't allow any emotion in his voice or on his face when he talks about you.

"And how do you feel now my darling?" There's that tone again, the tone she only uses when he's said something that makes her happy. When he's being the cruel boy she expects him to be.

"Much better, you were right all along about her." Ominis says simply, feeling sullen and dejected. Her hands cup his face, forcing his head up to look at her.

"Your face looks sunken in dear, have you been well?" His Mother asks, although Ominis knows she doesn't really care.

"Yes Mother, quite." He responds robotically, and it seems to be enough to satisfy her. A groan comes from Marvolo, who's crossed his arms like a pouting child.

"Does that mean we don't get to torture the Mudblood?" He asks, sounding genuinely put off.

"Oh hush now Marvolo, we shall find another for you to play with on our way home. Care to join us Ominis?" His Mother scolds lightly, her tone gentler when she addresses Ominis. He feels his stomach turn.

"No Mother, too many assignments I'm afraid." He says calmly, hoping she accepts his no and lets him go. Please just go.

"Very well, we will continue to check up on you Ominis. To ensure you don't fall pray to weakness." His Mother says, her voice sharp and dangerous at the end. He merely nods and a few moments later they're gone.

"So that's why you did it." Sebastian says from behind Ominis, causing him to jump slightly.

"I don't know what you mean." Ominis says, his tone turning icy. Sebastian knew he wouldn't be happy to see him.

"Ominis, your family threatened Y/N didn't they?" Sebastian questions, causing Ominis to freeze.

"And what of it? I've dealt with it." Ominis snaps.

"What about Y/N?" He asks, and just hearing your name makes Ominis's heart clench.

"What about her? We're over Sebastian, and that will never change. So long as I'm a Gaunt, she will always be in danger. We can never be together, I should have known that." Ominis says bitterly.

"That's not true, if you love her then-"

"Then what Sebastian? Sometimes when you love somebody, you have to make sacrifices. Not like you would know anything about that." Ominis snaps, his shoulders rigid. He turns and makes a beeline for the castle, leaving Sebastian standing in the courtyard.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

#ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy spoilers #angst #breakup angst

[ohthewh0rror]

WE’LL MEET AGAIN SOME SUNNY DAY.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — “If I can’t love you in this lifetime I will wait for you until the next.”

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

A/N: Alexa, play For Her by Whatsaheart. Which totally has nothing to do with this fic, but the song is 1000% a Tom/Reader song. Also this connects to a previous Tom POV in a way, I might make a part 2 to this tbh.

So this is what it means to lose? To accept you’re at the end of your rope? This sense of hopelessness, knowing there was nothing I could do to change my fate, carved a pit into my chest, hollowing out the center where my heart once lay and burrowing itself in its place. I stood at the top of the grand staircase, sunlight coming through the windows, setting the room alight in a soft glow. The home itself is silent, but I swear I can hear the inkling of laughter in the distance, it feels just out of reach as I continue to make my way to the bottom of the stairs.

I try to follow the sound, but it feels like the sound is teasing me, dancing in and out of each ear, beckoning me closer just to drift away again. Before I know it, I’m standing in front of the door. The need to open the door is overwhelming, but a voice in the back of my head is attempting to dissuade me from grasping the handle.

As I hesitate, my hand hovering just above the handle, I hear it again. The sweet sound of laughter; something so familiar, so inviting, it gives me the strength to dismiss the voice in the back of my mind. Grasping the warm knob of the door, I give it only a slight twist before it softly cracks open. I can hear the laughter more clearly now, it’s here just on the other side of the doors. I stand, still hesitant to open the door fully and step out, when I hear her.

Her? Who is this her? She’s calling out to me, telling me it’s time. I open the door fully, and the glow of the sun is suddenly blinding.

Tom awoke with a gasp, confused, as his heart thumped painfully against his chest. He laid there for a moment, taking in where he was, making sure he was in fact in his London flat. He let out one last shuddering breath as he sat up, realizing he wasn’t in some manor, but instead his bed.

What kind of dream was that? Was it a dream? It felt so real, almost too real. Tom was internally grateful when the clock on his bedroom wall chimed, letting them know it was time to get up and get ready for work.

Tom hurried through getting ready, skipping breakfast entirely, intent on getting out of his flat and to his job at the Ministry as soon as he could. The dream unsettled him to his core; the feelings of hopelessness, acceptance, and dare he say longing left him feeling suffocated. He needed a change of scenery and the monotony of work to take his mind off things.

But, as the day wore on, the dream continued to haunt him. Especially the voice of the woman calling out to him. It wasn’t a voice he had heard before, yet it sounded so familiar to him still. It wasn’t until he was out with a few of his coworkers later that day, getting drinks when he finally found her.

He heard her laugh before he saw her face, the sound causing his heart to plummet, as he desperately searched with his eyes for the source of the sound.

And there she was, standing across the room with what seemed to be a friend of hers. An intense feeling of déjà vu washed over him as he took in the sight of her throwing her head back, laughing at something her friend had said. It made no sense to him, as he doesn’t know this woman. He doesn’t remember seeing her a day in his life, and yet looking at her now, he feels as if he’s seeing an old friend again for the first time in a long time.

One of his coworkers, Rafferty, must have noticed he wasn't paying attention and took it upon himself to see what had Tom so spaced out because the next thing Tom knows there’s a heavy hand on his shoulder. He hears Rafferty’s gruff voice in his ear a moment later, “that’s Y/N, she works at the Ministry too, Department of Mysteries.”

Tom nodded absentmindedly, contemplating just leaving it at that. To let that supposed dream remain a mystery for the rest of his life, a perpetual ‘what-if’ in the back of his mind. But it seems as if he didn't have a choice, when Rafferty, the annoying brute, called out to both Y/N and her friend over. As they made their way towards the table, Rafferty turned and gave Tom a wink, giving Tom half a mind to hex him into the next century.

His aggravation seemed like a footnote once Y/N had made it to the table. After she greeted Rafferty and his two other colleagues, she finally turned to him.

Oh…oh no.

Tom truly hadn’t believed in love at first sight. His whole life he figured it was a load of rubbish, just something in children’s storybooks to inspire their imagination. But now, at the age of 26, he can say that love at first sight was very much real. Seeing her was like breathing in your first gulp of air after nearly drowning, painful yet so relieving.

Relief?

Yes. That’s what Tom felt holding her hand in his as he introduced himself, Tom felt like the part of his life that had been missing finally fell into place as he looked into her (Y/E/C) eye’s. Tom didn’t know what Y/N was thinking, but if the look on her told him anything, she was feeling the same way he felt in this moment. Y/N seemed almost reluctant to pull her hand away, but ultimately did. Still, neither of them looked away from each other.

As their introduction led to casual conversation, Tom and Y/N’s conversation continued on late into the night, even long after their other companions had left. As the bartender made the last call, Tom offered to walk Y/N outside to an appropriate apparition point. They fell into comfortable silence, one you’d expect from two people who had known each other their whole lives.

And maybe they had, just at another time, in another life.

#I SUCK AT ENDIIIINNNGGSSS #god #someone shoot me #this might need a part two #the ending just doesn’t hit right I feel like #tom riddle x you #tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n

[itaehynz]

love yourself or no one else will. — c.bg ･ ⟢

╰ pairing: choi beomgyu x afab!reader.

╰ genre: pure angst.

╰ warnings: very little profanity, cheating, crying, betrayal.

╰ summary: the night of your anniversary, the night you wished the best for. you and beomgyu had your ups and downs but you never would have thought it would’ve escalate this far.

part 1 | part 2

you and beomgyu have been together for two years. there’s been quite a few ups and downs, but nothing you two can’t get through.

there’s been a few ‘oh, she’s just a friend.’ and ‘oh, i’ve known her all my life. she’d never become an obstacle for us.’ on beomgyu’s end but again, nothing you two can’t get through.

beomgyu seems to really love you more than life itself but these days, he seems a bit… off. like there’s something he’s not telling you, something he may be hiding or maybe a surprise! he would never hurt you in anyway, right?

anywho, today’s your two year anniversary with him. you texted him that you’d be working late tonight in order to surprise him and get everything set up for dinner at your shared apartment. he responded with an ‘okay babe, i’ll see you later’ considering he was working.

when he responded to you, you hearted his message putting your phone to the side and starting cooking away. you decided that it would be great help if your best friend would be able to help you get everything ready, but apparently she was busy with something.

‘it’s fine’, you think to yourself. you can do this within a 4-hour time span, beomgyu usually doesn’t come straight home after work anyways so you’re sure it’d be nice if he were to walk in on a beautiful dinner after wearing himself out with a long day’s work.

you continue to cook, yelling for alexa to turn on your playlist. this should help you move quicker.

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it’s finished. everything is perfect. there’s a trail of rose petals leading from your front door to your dining room table. there’s a fresh wine bottle sitting atop the beautifully decorated kitchen island, cork waiting to be popped off in celebration. lights dimmed for a sultry mood, and the food. everything looks amazing.

you finally take off your apron and rush to your shared bedroom to dress in your best attire. you put on a beautiful, skin tight silk black dress, something beomgyu has always loved seeing you in.

you sigh in content waiting for beomgyu to walk through that door in his work attire, a suit with the tie that he pulls at all day, trying to make himself more comfortable as he sits behind a desk for hours.

finally, you hear keys jingling at the door. ‘it’s beomgyu.’ you think to yourself with a bright smile painted on your face. you quickly grab the flowers resting on top of your kitchen counter, waiting for beomgyu in front of the door.

you assume he seems to be having a hard time unlocking it as you hear him grunting lightly behind the door. once you finally hear him unlock it, your eyes glisten with delight and love.

until they walk in.

‘they’ as in beomgyu and… your best friend.

your eyes turn from what was delight to pure disgust. beomgyu and your best friend both stop in their tracks, eyes blown out as if they’re deers that were caught in headlights.

“b-baby… i can explai-” beomgyu breathes out, obviously tired from the full on makeout he was once having.

“e-explain what b-beomgyu?” you say, tears brewing in your eyes. you cannot even begin to explain how you’re feeling right now. anger? sadness? distress? probably a mix of all.

“h-how l-long has this b-been going on f-for?” you mumble with tears now streaming down your face. beomgyu and your (old) best friend share a look, one filled with despair and knowingness. you expected something bad to come out of beomgyu’s mouth but you never would’ve thought it would be this bad.

“after our first argument, i went to her and ranted but it escalated into something more. i didn’t expect our relationship to last this long, i’m sorry y/n.” he utters looking down at his feet, disgusted with himself for how long he let the hookup carry on for.

you suddenly feel a turning feeling in your stomach, you think you’re gonna be sick. you feel extremely dumb for not noticing his change of actions and words. the way he’s been cancelling on your dates, claiming “something came up” at work and the way he’s been talking to you, rushing through the conversations as if he had somewhere to be. you guess he did have somewhere to be… with her.

you’re deep in thought before you hear the slight shuffle of your best friend’s feet causing you to look at her with narrowed eyes. making eye contact with her, she seems to have tears brimming her eyes which makes her look away abruptly. you look back over at beomgyu and then her again coming up with a plan, “you know what,” you interject, “you two can eat, i’ll be in the room if you have anything else to say.” you add before turning around and walking back to the shared bedroom.

once you reach your bedroom, you start your plan: gather all of beomgyu’s shit, put it in a suitcase and kick them out once they finish eating.

you don’t know how you’re going to build up the mental strength to do so but you know it’s what you have to do. you can barely look at her or beomgyu without wanting to cry. this is one of the downs you and beomgyu will not be bouncing back from.

you hear beomgyu and your now ex-best friend talking, trying to come up with ways to come back from this situation and have everything go back to normal. you silently scoff, finding it silly how beomgyu thinks he’ll always be able to get what he wants. it’s not happening.

you hear them finally put their plates in the sick just as you finish packing up every single last thing that beomgyu has ever owned. you begin dragging the suitcase out of the room, causing them both to look at you in shock.

“y/n, you’re not serious right?” beomgyu speaks, true sorrow laced in his tone. you look up at him with tears threatening to trickle down once again, fiddling with the suitcase handle. “yes. i am, i don’t want to see either of you ever again.” you say, looking between them both.

beomgyu’s now blinking rapidly, trying to rid away his tears. “y-y/n, p-pleas—please” he sniffles, “i’m r-really s-sorry.” you stare at him, unpleased with the way he’s acting. he’s trying to get what he wants again. your ex-best friend is now looking at you with sad eyes, tears brimming at her eyes.

“LEAVE. both of you,” you yell, voice cracking trying your absolute hardest not to cry in front of them. they both jump at the sound of your voice, beomgyu’s officially given up. he’s still sniffling but he’s not saying anything. instead, he reaches over for the suitcase, hand lightly grazing yours.

he tries resting his hand on yours but you snatch your hand away, looking up at him “go.” you say, voice laced with faux ferocity.

seeming as if they finally got the memo, beomgyu takes the suitcase and walks to the door. your best friend follows suit and waves back at you, knowing this is the last time she’ll ever see you.

“wait,” you say. beomgyu perks up his head quickly, hoping you’ve changed your mind about all of this.

“leave your keys, i don’t want you thinking it’s okay to come back.” you add, leaving beomgyu with no choice but to lower his head once again and placing his keys on the kitchen counter. they both begin walking out the door again, not gaining the strength to look back at you.

once the door slams, your knees give out. you’re on the floor, sobbing profusely. you never would’ve thought things would end this way and that’s not what you were hoping for. especially not on your anniversary. the dress being worn right now, the dress beomgyu apparently loved on you, a dress that you now hate. you’re filled with anger yet sadness at the same time, mad at yourself for not seeing how weird he’s been acting but sad for having things end this way.

now looking back on all of the things that could’ve been or should’ve been if you hadn’t wasted your time on a lost cause also known as your relationship. it was obvious beomgyu had stopped loving you a while ago, but it just hurts you to think about.

if it was so easy for him to hide things from you, why was it so hard for him to let you go? he never loved you. you guess it is true what they say.

love yourself or no one else will.

2023 TTYUNZ.

╰ author notes: i hope you guys enjoyed this one! just a little something to get you guys by as i get close to finishing “icrtfy” <3!

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[babydollmarauders]

LAVENDER HAZE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

specific lyrics: “i been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully. all this shit is new to me.” and “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.”

not my gif

“y/n, when are you and Trevor gonna get married?” a reporter asks as i walk through the hallways of Honda Center, away from the Ducks dressing room and up towards the seating. i send a stiff smile their way and continue walking, effectively ignoring their question.

i’ve been dating Trevor since we were sixteen. five years together and you’d think i would be used to this by now, but it’s harder than one would think.

of course Trevor and i have talked about marriage, when you’ve been together this long, it’s inevitable that you’ve talked about it. but we’ve mutually decided to wait until it feels right for us. we’re only twenty-one after all. but it seems that it’s the only question i get asked nowadays.

sure, when i ran into reporters in the past, they may have asked me this question a couple times, but usually they just asked me what it was like to be high school sweethearts with an nhl player or what kind of things Trevor does at home to get ready for a game. but now it’s always ‘when are you guys getting married?’ and ‘y/n has Trevor proposed yet?’.

having been dating Trevor since his USNTDP days, it’s definitely different dealing with him now having real fans and him being approached at restaurants for pictures. i don’t mind it, but it can get to be a bit much when with his fame comes hate towards me. girls telling me i’m not good enough for him or that they could treat him better and whatnot. every photo i post on instagram has at least twenty comments saying such things.

**

i’m sat on the couch waiting for Trevor to get home from his game. i left right after it ended, Trevor texting me that he had to do interviews and that Jamie would drop him off at home.

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@y/n11: the secret is out, i’m actually just @trevorzegras personal photographer 📸

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@user1: y/n using her boyfriend for clout again lol

@user2: alexa play treat you better by shawn mendes

@jackhughes: i’m stealing Louie next time i visit

@y/n11: good luck, Trevor might actually disown you as a friend if you try

@jackhughes: @y/n11 sounds like a win-win situation to me

@user3: how has it taken me months to realize she changed the number in her username to match Trevor’s jersey number? didn’t she used to be y/n46?

@user4: yeah, and before that she was y/n9 to match his usa number. they’re so cute 😭 i wonder if she’ll change her username to y/nzegras when they get married

@trevorzegras: and you’re the cutest photographer there ever was

@y/n11: i wanna smooch your face 💋💋

@_alexturcotte: whipped

@trevorzegras: @_alexturcotte i don’t see you with a girlfriend so which one of us is really winning here?

@user5: oh look, another post of Trevor. anyone wanna take a guess on what her next post will be? hint: it probably won’t her ugly ass

@_quinnhughes: miss you! come visit soon!

@trevorzegras: aww miss you too Huggy!

@_quinnhughes: @trevorzegras did it look like i tagged you? you can stay in Anaheim

@y/n11: miss you too Hugs! i’ll come with Trev on their next game there and root for you! 🧸

@user6: lmao she’s rooting for another guy? slut. bet she’s bounced around to all Trevor’s old teammates + Quinn

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i scroll through the comments on my recent instagram post, seeing all the girls insulting me or saying i use Trevor for fame. am i not allowed to post my boyfriend anymore just because he’s in the NHL?

i didn’t realize i had tears welling in my eyes until one drops onto my screen. wiping it off, i hear the front door open and shut, Trevor arriving home. i listen to the mundane sounds of him slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys into the dish by the door before i hear his footsteps coming towards the living room. i hastily wipe away my tears and sniffle before he can see that i’ve been crying.

“hey, baby.” i say, my voice not quite recovered from my throat being closed up while i was crying, but Trevor doesn’t seem to notice. he takes the seat next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so my head lays on his chest.

“hi, love. did you see that goal i made for you?” he asks and i chuckle.

“i did. you did amazing, babe. i’m so proud of you.” i tell him, wrapping my arm around his waist and squeezing him tighter to me. he drops a kiss to the top of my head and i can feel the smile on his lips.

“lemme see that pretty face.” he whispers, nudging my chin up with his hand. but when i look up at him, his smile drops. “hey, what happened? why were you crying?”

he rubs at my cheek with his thumb, tracing my puffy under eye with the tip of it. i shake my head slightly.

“it’s nothing, Trev.” he shakes his head and scowls.

“it’s not nothing if it made my girl cry. now tell me.” he says.

“it was just the comments on my instagram post. there were these girls—” i cut myself off, not knowing if i want to tell him what they said.

“hey, what? ‘there were these girls’ what?” he asks softly.

“these girls were commenting that i was using you for clout, and that i was ugly. and another one said that i’ve probably gotten with you and all your friends.” i whisper. his face contorts in disbelief before dropping into an angry frown.

“don’t listen to them.” he tells me. i open my mouth to rebut but he speaks again. “i’m serious, y/n. don’t pay them any attention. i know you’re not using me. i mean, you put up with my annoying, class clown ass in high school. if that doesn’t speak wonders then i don’t know what does.”

i giggle and land a light smack against his chest.

“i happen to have liked your annoying, class clown ass.” i tease.

“and i still wonder why.” he shrugs. “as for the other comments, you’re gorgeous, princess. you’re so beautiful. i still can’t believe i get to wake up every morning and see that pretty face. i can’t understand for the life of me, why you stay with me when you’re so out of my league. but i’m so grateful that you do, because i can’t imagine where i’d be and what my life would be like without you.”

i smile at his sweet words and lean up to kiss his lips.

“i love you.” i mumble against them.

“i love you too, babygirl.” he presses one more quick peck to my lips before pulling away “also, i know you’ve never been with any of my friends. i mean, c’mon, why would you want them when you can have this?”

he sweeps a hand down his body and i bark out a laugh. he smiles down at me, running his hand through my hair before he stops it at the back of my neck, pulling me in for another, deeper, kiss.

“you know, i’ve been thinking.” he tells me when he pulls back.

“oh that’s never good.” i say.

“ha ha ha.” he narrows his eyes at me, slipping the hand from the back of my neck in order to use it to shove my forehead, making me fall back onto the cushion of the couch behind me. “i was thinking, maybe next year?”

“maybe next year what?” i ask, face contorting in confusion.

“maybe next year we should get married.” he says. i pop back up into a sitting position quickly, nearly hitting my head against his. he chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Trevor Zegras did you just propose to me?” i ask, my tone incredulous. “on our couch?!”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he says. “what do you say? you wanna be my wife?”

“i could hit you right now.” i tell him.

“so, it that a no?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in questioning. i shuffle onto his lap, straddling him and grabbing his face in my hands.

“there is nothing in this world that i want more than to be your wife.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

“oh thank god.” he sighs. he sticks his hand in his pocket, shuffling around in it before pulling his hand back out in a fist. he opens his fist to reveal a ring box. “because i’ve had this ring since we were eighteen.”

tears sting my eyes, my heart leaping in my chest as i pull my head back from his. he opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a pear cut diamond and a twisted halo design.

“since we were eighteen?” i ask. “but that’s the year that we were fighting all the time.”

“yeah, and you stayed. despite all the stupid arguments, you still made sure we never went to bed angry at each other, and you stuck by my side.” he takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto my finger before pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“i love you so much.” i whisper before capturing his lips with mine. he pulls back a second later to mumble out his own ‘i love you’ before he resumes kissing me.

but then a thought pops into my head and i pull away, furrowing my brows at him.

“why did you have the ring in your pocket right now?” i ask him.

“well i had this whole plan that i was gonna bring you out on the ice before warm ups and ask you there but, when it came down to it, it didn’t feel right. i wanted the right moment. and now felt right.”

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@y/n11: forever with you sounds pretty great @trevorzegras

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@trevorzegras: i’m pretty damn lucky that i’ll get to call you my wife 🤍

@jackhughes: finally! i was beginning to think he would never use that damn ring! congrats guys

@y/n11: you knew about the ring?!

@jackhughes: @y/n11 who do you think helped him pick it out?

@colecaufield: congrats you guys! can’t wait to be the best man

@jackhughes: think again bud, i’m gonna be the best man

@_alexturcotte: @jackhughes i think we all know that I’M gonna be the best man because Trevor likes me best

@y/n11: @jackhughes @_alexturcotte thank you cole! and i hate to be the bearer of bad news but the best man will definitely be Louie … gotta go 🏃‍♀️

@_quinnhughes: congratulations! so happy for you two!

@y/n11: thank you Huggy! get ready to go suit shopping because i can’t imagine anyone else being my man of honor

@lhughes_06: damn, Z beat me to it. i was gonna ask you this summer at the lake house! happy for you though 🥲😪

@y/n11: aww sorry Moosey! keep an eye out just in case forever doesn’t work out

@griffinzegras: can’t wait for you to officially be my sister!

@y/n11: aww you’ve been my baby brother for 5 years but now it’ll be legally true! can’t wait to boss you around!

@griffinzegras: @y/n11 i take it back @trevorzegras any way that you wanna take her back to the pound?

@trevorzegras: @griffinzegras nah, i like this one. i’mma keep her

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[sweet-villain]

I Had To Fall To Lose~E.M

Words: 7.8K

Warning : Angst, mention of cheating

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Heyy!! I don't know if you still get requests, if so, here's one, and if not, I'm sorry! so, Eddie and Reader have been dating for a long time, and Reader discovers that she is pregnant, but when she goes to tell Eddie she catches him cheating on her

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Your hands shook as you closed your eyes taking a deep breathe trying to erase the image in your mind of what you just walked into. Your fresh tears streamed like waterfalls down your cheeks onto the chipped table in Benny’s. The chatter of customers walking in and out didn’t pay no mind to you. You don’t care who saw you like this. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to scream across the ocean, across the universe and shout about all the pain you were feeling. You felt so stupid for trusting him. For loving him. For letting him into your life. 

“ Here you go, kiddo” a milkshake was place in front of you. Your teary eyes looked up looking to see Benny standing there with a thin smile on his lips as he looked anywhere but at you. It broke his heart to see you like this. You were on of his favorite customers that has been walking in twice a week, greeting him with a smile and never causing any trouble. 

“I-“ you were about to tell him that you couldn’t pay for it sine you didn’t bing any cash with you or your wallet. You didn’t even have the moments to stands up to get the wallet in your car. Benny shook his head as he understood what you meant without any other words needed to be said. 

“ I got it” he says. “ Looks like you needed” Benny wasn’t really good with feelings, but he understood the hurt when he saw it. It was written all over your face. 

“ Thank you” your shaky hands reached out and taking the cold milkshake into your hands bringing your lips to the straw, taking a drink. The cold milkshake makes your dry throat feel a little bit better but you can’t seem to like the drink as you feel the pain in your heart ache. Your hand drops down to your stomach as you remember the real reason you wanted to talk to him. The person you thought was the love of your life. 

It was all a lie. 

You were only starting your senior year when you walked into your English class making your way to the back of the classroom setting your books down and taking a seat is when you met him. He’s been to busy doodling in his notebook to take notice that you had sat down in the seat next to him.

The sweet scent hit him when he was coloring in one of his drawings and he turned his head to look around the room to spot what that smell is. His brown doe eyes dropped onto the seat next to him, on you that was taking out a pencil from your pencil case you had. His eyes fall over your chosen outfit and his eyes light up like a Christmas Tree. 

A smile grows on his face as he leans back in his chair.

“ Eddie” he offers his hand to you. Your suddenly surprised he’s talking to you, and looked around the room to make sure he’s been talking to you. You know you were only being silly but you had make sure you weren’t seeing things. 

“ Y/N” you mumbled your name and shook his head. The person in front of you turned around, scrunching their nose at the sight of Eddie and turned to look at you. 

“ You don’t need to make friends with the freak” he spatted. Eddie jaw clenched as he snapped at him, “ Turn around Carver, you might learn a thing or two.” 

“ What did you say to me?” Jason Carver stood up, towering over Eddie’s desk when your voice spoke up bringing both their attention to you 

“ Leave him alone, blondie” Jason turned to glance at you as he scoffed eyeing you up and down. “ And what are you going to do about it?” He snickered. You stood up from your chair to face him. The whole class was watching as this plays out with the teacher still not walking  in class. 

“ This” your foot rose up and stomped hard on his foot. Jason winced as he gripped while you quickly sat back into your seat just as the teacher walked in. Eddie was laughing when Jason fell over his desk too gripping his leg in pain.

“ Mr. Carver, class hasn’t even begun and you’ve already caused trouble” the teacher said with her hands on her hips. Jason was muttering underneath his breath gripping his leg in pain as he pointed a finger at you. 

“ I don’t know what your pointing at but get back in your seat Mr. Carver before you get detention” Jason slide into his seat muttering how you caused his pain and that you should be the one in trouble. 

He turned around to glare at you with his eyes in slits as he gritted his teeth. 

“ This isn’t over, nerd” he says and turns back around. Eddie has been smirking in his seat as he turns to lean over to you. 

“ That was really awesome, you didn’t have to do that sweetheart” the pet name causes your cheeks to redden as you shrug. 

Eddie knew then he liked you. 

Just like Jason had said that it wasn’t over. At lunch he saw you get in line to get your lunch while he snickered with Andy and Patrick pointing at you as he talked to them. They were planning something and Eddie saw them looking at you. He quickly stood up from his seat to watch in cast they tried something.

As you were looking around to sit at the table not taking notice as Jason stuck his foot out an you tripped sending your tray flying. The whole cafeteria erupted into laughter. You had your hands out in front so that you don’t plant on your face. 

“ Sorry didn’t see you there” he snickered. You glared at him when you turned over. 

“ Oh do you need help?” Andy asked you. “ You look really sad, let me help you” he says taking the milk off his own tray and pouring it over your head. Your mouth dropped in shock feeling it run down your hair and some on your face. You felt embarrassed when you heard a loud yell and Andy was tackled by a mane of curls and a Dio vest that you were familiar with. 

Eddie had came to the rescue. Jason and Patrick were about to take him off of Andy when they were tackled by two other guys that you had no idea who they were. A pair of hands were helping you up. Two boys. One had a hat on with curly hair while the other had black hair. 

“ Come on” one said taking your wrist and running out with you in the hall followed by the other as the two rounded the corner. You thought you were in the clear with them trying to catch your breathe with your hands on your knees, hunched over but you spoke too soon as you heard pairs of feet running. 

A hand reached out to grab your wrist and you were running again. This time a mane of curls were in front of you, running with you to the football field and behind the bleachers where he fell down on the ground with the others. You stood to the side catching your breath and leaning against one of the poles. 

Laughter filled your eyes. They were laughing. 

Eddie sat up once he caught his breathe and catching your eyes. 

“ Are you okay?” He asks once he got his breathing back, the laughter had stopped as you noticed all eyes were on you. Your cheeks redden from the attention of them. 

“ Y/N these are my sheeps” he points to his friends, introducing each one and they wave to you. “ Guys, this is Y/N” he says to them, introducing you. 

That was the firs time you met the Hellfire Club guys and they became your friends too. 

There has been many encounters where the boys have defended you against Jason Carver and his basket ball goons and the other way around. You were always there and even though you weren’t part of the Hellfire Club, you were always welcomed with a spot next to Eddie at the table. 

Eddie grumbled underneath his breathe, one of his hands were in his hair as he gripped while erasing the problem he’s been working on. He couldn’t understand any of it. He listened in class and wrote down notes but they weren’t really understood. He had messy writing and he always got distracted by working on his drawings that he was going to use in his next campaign. 

“ What’s the matter?” You asked, leaning over to look at what he has written down. He has been erasing and rewriting too many times that you notice the spot where he was suppose to write his answer is grey. Blood rushed to his ears when he noticed how close you were. He could smell your sweet scent and bite the inside of his cheek holding himself back from grabbing you and planting one on you.

He was having a hard battle inside his mind preventing from screaming out that he was into you. He was afraid that you’d laugh in his face and tell him he was one big joke. 

You looked over the problem, humming to yourself as you worked it out in your head. Eddie watched you as he turned his head in wondering hearing you hum. He was used to hearing it and it was always when you figured it out or you were working things in your head. He found it adorable and funny at the same time. 

His nose scrunched up when you took your time and kept him waiting. He rather you show him how it’s done that he could have you close to him rather than listen to the teacher explain it to him again. 

“ You thinking too hard up there, sweetheart” he tapped the end of his pencil against the side of your head. Your cheeks flushed as he tapped it and playfully pushed at his shoulder. 

“ Shut it, Eds. I’m trying to help” He nodded, dropping his pencil and leaning his head on his head as he watched you. You took out some scrap paper, a piece from his notebook that he has yet to notice. You began to work on the problem with the tip of your tongue peeking out as you focused. 

Eddie did the same thing when he was focusing on something. He hasn’t even noticed that you were snapping your fingers in front of his face. His eyes blinked up a couple of time too busy staring at how beautiful you were to notice you were done. 

“ Eddie? Earth to Eddie Munson?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face again tying to get his attention. When his eyes fallen on the paper and he took notice of the small drawings on the edge of the paper you used, he wasn’t upset but he was happy that you used his paper. 

“ Huh?” He asked, “ Oh.” His cheeks flushed as he looked over your work, his eyebrow knitting together as his eyes scanned your work. His eyes brightens when he understood. 

“ I see where it went wrong” he nods as he works on the problem on his own, but not before he reached over and placed a kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks flushed feeling his lips on your skin. You had to pause a moment as you took a deep breath forgetting for a moment you were in your room with him, alone while working on homework. 

Homework was something Eddie Munson didn’t like to do. But with you, he was trying. He wanted to graduate and make you proud of him. He wanted Wayne to be proud of him. Eddie didn’t take notice how you smiled over him looking at him like he’s given you the moon with one kiss on the cheek. 

That was the first time he kissed you. On the cheek. 

“ What is this place?” You asked looking up reading the sing that said “ Family Video” as you never been here before. Eddie hopped out of the van as he drove the two of you to stop by to rent movies for tomorrow night, thinking you should pick out what you wanted to watch and meet Steve. 

“ You’ve met Robin in school, she works here” he says not bothering to mention Steve works here too. He wasn’t going to say how he thinks that Steve has the better hair than he does. He kept it to himself as he opened the door for you. 

“ M’lady” he asked, bowing down. You let out a giggle and stepped inside. 

“ Welcome to Family-“ Robin cut herself off as a bright smile appears on her face at the sight of you. “ Y/N! Munson!” She shouts. Steve ends the phone call and hangs up the phone as he turns his head seeing you. 

He runs a hand through his hair making sure he looks good. Eddie frowns watching as Steve stood straighter, fixed his vest and ran a hand through his hair once more. 

“ Well, hello” Steve greets you. You pass to look at Eddie who is staring angrily at Steve for some reason and Robin rolls her eyes with a sigh. 

“ Dingus, this is Y/N. Y/N this is dingus known as Steve Harrington” you rose your eyebrow at the nickname Robin had chosen for Steve. 

“ Don’t listen to her, it’s nice to meet you” Steve leans his hands on the counter as he leans a bit more in and smirks. “ How can I help you, today?”He asks. 

Eddie comes up behind you and takes your sleeve and tugs it. 

“ This way “ he says. It doesn’t pass that you took notice of the look on his face. It looked like he was jealous. Steve’s eyebrow frowned together as Robin smack his arm for being an idiot and shoots with her eyes at Eddie.

“ What are you even doing, Robin? Is something in your eye?” He asks. “Do you need to me to take a look?” 

Robin threw her hands up in the air as she can’t deal with Steve today. Instead she focused on spying you and what was going on between you and Eddie. Eddie has been browsing the shelves while you were walking behind him, looking too. 

“ That Steve guy, huh?” You were trying to start a conversation with Eddie but it looks like you hit a spot because his shoulder stiffed as his head moved down to hide his face from you with his hair. 

“ Is he your friend?” You continued to ask, not feeling like you were bothering him with this but it made Eddie feel uncomfortable. “ Kinda” Eddie answered dryly picking up a film from the shelf and turning to you. 

“ Did you find anything?” You picked up a copy of Friday the 13th randomly and Eddie groaned throwing his head back. “ Seriously? You couldn’t pick up anything better?” 

“ But this is good” Eddie sighed as he didn’t argue with you and taking the film from your hands making his way to the counter. 

“ Did you two find everything okay?” Robin asks. She eyes between the two of you. 

“ Yeah, it was fine” Eddie answers. 

“ Maybe we can watch a movie one night or I can take you to get a burger?” Steve offers you all of sudden. Eddie’s jaw clenches as he glares at Steve. 

“ Um…” you mumbled not really knowing what to say because Steve isn’t your type but you looked over to Eddie seeing the look on your face and it gave you the answer you were looking for. 

“ Thank you for the offer, Steve. But, I already have a date” Eddie was about to question on what you meant by that when your hand wrapped around his wrist to tug him. Eddie took the bag from Steve hands wit a smirk on his face like he won. 

Steve looks disappointed feeling like he’s off his game. When you two were out of the store, Robin smacks him in the back of his head. 

“ Those two like each other, stop with the lame flirting. You suck, dingus” Steve was rubbing the back of his head while glaring at Robin. 

“ Noted, thanks” he mumbles.

Eddie sits in the driver side as he looks over at you. 

“ A date, huh?” Your cheeks flushed looking out the window feeling embarrassed and caught in the moment kinda of feeling. “ I’m sorry, I just felt like you didn’t like that Steve was talking to me” you turn to glance at him seeing the surprise look on his face that he’s been caught.

“ Um.. how so?” He asked. He cleared his throat as he started the van. 

“ You were clenching your jaw and glaring at him.” 

Eddie mumbles “ sorry” underneath his breath but you hear it and reach over to place a hand on top of his. It sent him a sense of comfort and his cheeks flush red at your touch. He likes it and wants you to keep your hand on top of his. You kept it there for the rest of the ride to the trailer. 

That was the first time you knew that there was something there between you and Eddie. You felt comfortable and safe around him. 

But Eddie wasn’t the only jealous one, you have caught him staring hopelessly over at Chrissy Cunningham as she sat a few rows down writing into her notebook and catching his glances every few times sending him a smile. 

The green monster inside of you knocked and knocked on your door. The grip on your pencil had tightened while you tried to ignore the puppy dog look he’s been giving her. He softly sighed letting you hear it. He scooted his desk a little ahead, the noise casting looks from the other students and Chrissy. The teacher rose his head to tell Eddie to be quite while others were working.

Eddie stuck his tongue out in answer and turned his head to look at Chrissy. 

“ Here” you slammed your paper on top of his desk knowing he wasn’t going to work on his classwork and get anything done. The sudden slamming of your paper on top of his desk caused him to jump at his seat and turn his head to look down where your hand is. 

He rose his head to meet the small pout look on your face and the eyebrows pinched together. Why were you pouting? Did something happened? 

He looked around the classroom to see if he could spot something out of the ordinary that he didn’t catch but he found nothing. He grew concern of the slamming of the paper and why you suddenly were acting as if someone kicked you like a lost puppy.

You leaned back into your seat and twisted your pencil in your hands trying to distract yourself from his eyes on you. You looked briefly at the clock on the wall wishing it would hurry up that you would escape the classroom and escape the feeling you were feeling. Eddie took your paper in his hands and jotting down on his own paper the answer and slipped your paper back on your desk, a small thank you coming from him. 

You didn’t wave him off or anything or gave him a small nod with a smile like you usually do. His eyebrows pinched together when he noticed you weren’t looking at him even. There was nothing. He ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote down, “ What’s wrong?” 

He tossed it onto your desk hoping you’d open it an answer it. You were about to reach for it and open it when the bell rang saving you from answering the question that Eddie had hope you did. You scrambled to get your things leaving quicker than Eddie thought you would. He didn’t bother to cast a look at Chrissy even, he was more concern with what he did wrong to upset you. 

He hurried to catch up with you while you were quicker on your feet moving in between students to get to your locker to get your backpack. It was the end of the day and you wanted to crawl into bed and hide away from the world. 

“ Y/N!!” He shouted trying to catch up with you. When he did, he stood by your locker as you put in the code and opened it. The open locker shield his face from you when you were getting your things and slipping them into your backpack. You didn’t bother to look at the picture that was taped on the open side of the Hellfire and you, in the front it was you and Eddie looking at each other and doing a silly face. 

You slammed the locker shut and threw your backpack over your shoulders and onto your back as you held onto the straps turning to slip past Eddie. But he side stepped you and blocking you from letting you pass or go anywhere. 

His lips were in a deep frown and his brown doe eyes pleading with answers. 

You sighed, “ Eddie, move.” 

He shook his head, his mane of curls bouncing as he shook his head. 

“ What did I do?” He asked, his voice sounded broken that he hurt you in some type of way. 

“ It’s been a long day and I want to go home, Eddie.” You didn’t make any eye contact with him as you wanted to quickly get away from him as quick as possible. The feeling of jealousy was growing more and more inside and was ready to burst any minute now. 

“ Let me drive you home then, sweetheart” 

“ I’ll walk” 

A sweet voice interrupted the conversation and you weren’t surprised on who it was. 

“ Eddie?” Chrissy Cunningham stood with her books in her arms holding close to her chest as she shyly smiled at Eddie. You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Of course it had to be her. 

Eddie’s eyes turned to glance at her as she begins to ask him a question but you didn’t hear it because you walked around and started to head towards the door when Eddie looked around after answering her question that you were no were in sight. He spotted the back of your head just as you walked out the doors. 

“ Shit” he muttered to himself chasing you down. He caught up to you just as you were headed a little past the first row of cars and gabbed onto your wrist which you snatched it away. 

“ What?” You shouted, turning around to glare at him when his eyes grew wide as saucers and he stepped back. His eyes blinked not very used to you yelling. 

“ Let me drive you home” he tries again, softer tone and his face softens. He looked adorable but right now you didn’t want to be around him. 

“ Y/N!” You heard across the parking lot. Your head turns seeing it was Robin waving her hand at you while he stood next to a car. Inside of the car was Steve Harrington as you could tell from the hair. “ You need a ride?” She shouted. 

“ No she doesn’t!” Eddie shouted answering for you. 

“ Yeah I do!” You answered at the same time. Eddie shook his head. 

“ Let me take you home” he pleads but you walk past him making your way over to Steve. Eddie balled up his fists to the side as his jaw clenched, letting out a sigh seeing you completely ignored him. He watches as you greet Robin with a hug and wave to Steve slipping into the back. 

“ That’s got to hurt” Dustin says as he watches with Mike standing next to him.

“ Shut it, Henderson” Eddie mutters making his way over to his van with a groan added. He wasn’t too happy that you took the ride from Steve. 

It wasn’t until later that he came knocking on your door trying to find out what he did to fix it. Your mom answered the door greeting him with a cheerful tone while you groaned in the kitchen finishing up washing the dishes. 

“ She’s in the kitchen” your mom tells him as she closes the door. 

“ Thank you Mrs Y/L/N” Eddie says making his way into your kitchen seeing you were piling them on the dish rack for them to dry. It wasn’t many and you were just about done. Your back was to him as he stepped in. 

“ You didn’t call me to tell me you got home safe” he says breaking the silence between the two of you. 

“ I didn’t know I needed to inform you” you mumbled, rolling your eyes in a dry tone that pissed him off. 

“ Okay whatever this, whatever I did to make you upset. It ends now. Talk to me” he says and this time he’s right besides you leaning with his hip against the counter trying to look at you from the side. You don’t bother to glance at him when you finish up and dry your hands with a nearby towel. 

“ I don’t want to talk to you” you mumble again but loud enough for him to hear. “ Just go talk to Chrissy, I’m sure she’s better company than I am” you added with spite in your tone. 

Eddies eyebrows pinched together until he put two and two and he chuckled. You turned around quickly hearing him let out a chuckle. You put your arms across your chest and not finding it anything funny about it. 

“ What’s funny?” He made his way over to you where he boxed you in between the counters and his body. Your eyes grew wide seeing how close he was. His breath fanned over your face. 

“ Sweetheart” he started reaching up with his hands and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. “ Are you jealous?” He asked, a hint of joy in his tone. 

“ What? No, I’m not jealous” you shook your head averting his eyes and looking elsewhere but his face. Two fingers cupped your face and brought you back that you were looking back at him. He had a big smirk on his face where you were more happy to wipe away if you could. 

He looked like he won something. 

“ You’re jealous. Admit it, sweetheart” you shook your head with a small pout. The small pout was cute and it melted his heart whenever he saw it. 

He poked your nose and giggled seeing it scrunched up. 

“ What?” His eyes scanned your face and you watched as his Adam’s apple swallowed as his smirk dropped. His whole face turned serious as he took a deep breathe. 

“ I need to ask you something and don’t lie to me, Y/N” he says. If he used your name then this must be serious what he needed to talk to you about. Your heart raced at the thought of something along the lines that he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore. 

“ Okay” you nodded, swallowing too feeling your hands gets sweaty as you waited for him to ask you what he wanted to ask. 

“ Do you have feelings for me?” you thought you were about to pass out hearing the question. How did he know? Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes scanned his face. You saw hope, worry and something else that you couldn’t place as he waited for your answer.

Eddie wanted to run under a rock and hide from asking you the question. It slipped out of his mouth quicker than he anticipated but he was out on the open and he was terrified of your answer. 

“ What? Ho-ow…Huh?” You asked feeling like you were caught off guard. Your mouth grew dry as you didn’t know how to answer him. 

He chuckled, “ You know, my sheeps aren’t exactly good under pressure holding secrets. Plus Robin pointed out that if I didn’t get to you sooner than Harrington was going to ask you out.” 

His nose scrunched up when he said “ Harrington.” 

“ You like me?” You asked and needed to know. His cheeks hinted red as he nodded, shyly pulling his hair over his mouth as he hide away feeling his heart hammering against his rib cage. 

Your lips turned into a smile at his small cute confession and it was more than enough to let you know he has feelings for you too. You never imagined getting the guy. You always thought it was in movies where the girl gets the guy she wants. Not in the real world. Not like this. 

“ Eddie” you giggled bringing your hand up to his hair that he’s been chewing on and pull it away from his mouth. “ You could of told me how you felt, you know? I’m not scary or anything. I’m your best friend.” 

“ I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my confession and you throw a hard kick too. I rather bury my feelings than tell you. I didn’t want to lose you. I know I am coward for not telling you or anything but I don’t want to run away and hide my feelings anymore.” 

“ Not when Harrington is planning to take me out” you giggled. Eddie rolled his eyes with a groan, “ He’s never going to get you because I got you first.” 

“ You’re adorable, Munson. You always had me, since the firs time you laid eyes on me” his smile widen that he felt like if he smiled even more than his cheeks were going to burst any minute. 

“ Can I kiss you?” He asks. He takes your face in his hands. 

You nodded your head giving him the go as he leans in. His soft lips brush against your own and your eyes close feeling his lips on yours as you kiss him back, holding onto his wrist as he kisses you. You never really understood when people talked about feeling sparks and fire bombs when it came to kissing someone. But, you understood now what that was about. Fireworks were going off between the two of you as you kiss. 

“ Hunny do-“ your mom interrupted the moment as she halted in her steps seeing what was going on in her kitchen. You pulled away from Eddie with your eyes widen, cheeks red and Eddie stepped back clearing his throat as his own cheeks redden. 

“ Would you look at that, you two finally are getting together?” She asks with her hands on her hips. 

“ Huh?” You asked. She let out a small laugh.

“ You didn’t think I knew about you two liking each other? Please, I know you both kids are into each other the first time Eddie came over.” 

You and Eddie looked at each other with shy smiles on your face. Months and months have pass and everything was going great, it was nearing graduation and Eddie was going to graduate. It was his year like he said it was. 

You turned in your seat looking to see how many people have came for their daughters and sons. You spotted Wayne first who happily waved at you with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were blurred with tears. He was so proud of Eddie and proud of you for pushing him to do his best. Your eyes spotted your parents in the crowd and your mom blew you kiss while your dad was smiling at you. 

Your eyes dropped to Steve and the kids in the crowd who held a big sign of “ Y/N and Eddie graduation day” and you laughed at how big and small the letters were. Dustin was waving his cap at you as he shouted your name. You turned into your seat trying to find Eddie, the two of you had made it official after your first date where he took you to Benny’s for a milkshake and a good burger like he claims. He introduced you to Benny who’s became one of your favorite people. Your smile dropped when you saw Eddie talking to Chrissy as she fixed his cap on top of his mane of curls. 

It should of been you who was fixing it for him. That green monster came knocking on your door again and your blood boiled seeing her hands touch his hair. He never lets anyone touch his hair. You’ve had been only one that was allowed to touch his hair. Now Chrissy was putting her hands on your boyfriends hair. Eddie turned his head to look if he spots you and when he does, his smile drops seeing the unhappy look on your face. 

“ Uh, thanks Chrissy” He says. He doesn’t want to make you more upset than he has done already and he steps back from her. Her hands drop from his sudden movements of stepping back. 

“ Did I do something wrong?” Her sweet voice asks, “ I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She adds. 

He shakes his head as says he needs to go. You would usually catch Chrissy and Eddie talking to each other through out the school year after the two of you got together. It was usually he was selling her some good weed, or something stronger that she needed to pass her classes or it was studying with her or something else. 

You trusted him. 

He blew you a kiss as he walked passed a few chairs but you turned your head not bothering to catch it like you usually do. His eyes turned hurt as he glanced down, shoulders dropping as he sighed to himself. 

He shouldn’t of stopped to talk to Chrissy. He should of went to you. 

When your name was called to get your diploma, you heard a bunch of “ Yes!” And shouts and then you heard, “ That’s my girl!” And you know that was Eddie as he stood up from his seat and clapped his hands. You laughed and all the feeling of seeing him with Chrissy had washed away. You blew him a kiss which he caught and put it against his heart. 

“ You both make me sick!” Jason shouted while you flipped him off. Principal Higgins rushed over and apologized as he hurried to help you off the stage. You sat in your seat and waited until Eddie was up. When he was called, he rose both his hands up and rushed to the stage accepting his diploma first. 

“ You did it!” He heard you yell. “ So proud of you, boy!” He heard Wayne shout. “ Eddie! Eddie !” There was chant from his friends and from you as he stood on stage looking like he was about to cry but he held back not wanting anyone to make fun of him. He turns to Principal Higgins and flipped him off like he said he would. 

You laughed and shook your head moving down the row to get to him while he walked off the stage. He met you at the last step and looks down at you with adoration in his eyes. 

“ I’m so proud of you Eds” he smiled, wrapping one arm around your waist. 

“ Thank you, sweetheart” he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“ Get a room!” Someone shouted. 

Eddie happily sighed as he couldn’t it anymore. 

“ I love you Y/N” he says. “ I loved you since the moment you turned to look at me in English class and I swore that day you’ve melted my heart and I don’t ever want this feeling to stop.” 

“ Oh, Eddie” your cheeks flushed, “ I love you too.” He leaned down to kiss you but he held back because he heard people shout to him and he returned to his seat. But when it was time to throw the caps up in the air, he found his way to you and interlaced his hand with yours and looked at you. He threw his cap and pulled you to him, kissing you while everyone around shouted to each other and hugged one another. 

You were happy. At least that’s what you thought you were. It felt like things weren’t the same after graduation. Eddie had found a job not too far from the trailer, he was saving for something more room for the both of you. While you moved from living with your parents and into the trailer. 

Wayne didn’t mind at all, he worked most nights and loved having you around. Plus, the trailer was cleaner when you were around and you cooked too. You left Wayne left overs from dinner making sure he ate too. 

You took care of the both of them. 

Days turned dull as Eddie came home later than usually from work telling you he’s been hold up at the shop fixing the cars that needed urgent fixing for the following day for the customer to pick up. He was one of the best employees there according to what his boss had said, you heard from Eddie. 

But one night when he came home in his overalls, his hair was pulled back and one of his overall were pulled back at his back and when he wrapped his arms around you, you smelled a certain scent that didn’t belong to him nor it smelled like something from the shop.

It was too sweet for your liking. 

“ Let me go shower and we’ll have dinner together?” He asked. He softly smile down at you while leaning down to kiss your forehead. You were silent as soon as he got home taking in his outfit one by one and trying to figure out why he stayed a bit longer than the time he said he would get home. He walked away heading towards the bathroom where you already set out some clothing on the toilet that he could wear after the shower. 

He always smiles when he sees you’ve set him an outfit to wear. As the shower ran and steam was coming from the shower you decided that you needed to know for yourself. Your hand reached for the doorknob and open the door as it squeaked a bit. 

“ Is that you, sweetheart?” He asked, standing behind the shower curtain as he showered. Of course it was you. Who else was in the trailer? Wayne was working late again. 

“ It’s me” you announced yourself to him even though he knew you were the only person in the trailer. Your eyes dropped down at his overall covered in grease and looked up at the curtain curiously bending down to reach for them to find out yourself if he has something in his pockets.

The curtain moved just as you grabbed at them. 

“ What are you doing, sweetheart? Why do you need my work clothes?” He asks watching with his hair dripping as he spit out some water. 

“ I just wanted to wash them” He shook his head. “ There is no need to wash them, I am going to wear them tomorrow but thank you.” 

“ I can put them in the room for you, on the chair so they won’t get wrinkled.” 

“ Sweetheart, I’ll take care of it” He says. “ Now drop them and come join me” a smile grew on your face with your worries gone as you stripped yourself from your clothes and hopped into the shower to join your boyfriend. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his body. 

“ Now let me show you how much I’ve missed you” he leans down and starts nibbling on your neck and moving the hair away from your neck and face. You had missed being in his arms since he started to work so much. 

The next few days you worry begin to start again when you found a rubber band that doesn’t look like it was yours. It was set on the dresser you both shared staring at you like it was the worst thing you have seen in your life. You’ve been nibbling on your bottom lip for the past hours as it stared back at you the same way you did.

It was only a rubber band, right? Eddie had many of those but there was something about it that told you that you had seen it before. It wasn’t until Eddie came home later that night with a cup in his hand surprisingly. 

It looked new. 

“ Where did you get that?” You asked once he set it besides the sink. It had the words “ Best Mechanic” written on it with yellow writing. The cup was the color green and you were certain it wasn’t something you’ve seen at his work when you visit him. You were in the office with him, every room too since he showed you around and that cup wasn’t there at the time. 

“ A customer had gotten for me, no big deal” you hummed and nodded, brushing it off. It was just a cup. If you only knew these little things that you were suspicious was, you were right about them to think they came from someone else that Eddie had eyes on. 

“ That’s really nice of them” you mumbled picking it up and twirling it around. Eddie eyed as you took in your hands to examine it. He reached over to take it from your hands not wanting you to drop it or anything. It’s not like you would and he placed it in the sink to wash it later. 

“ Let’s go to bed” He suggested. “ It’s been a long day?” He asked. “ Let’s talk about your day, sweetheart.” 

If only you knew that at the time Eddie was glad you didn’t question more about the cup or who it was actually from. Guilt began to built inside of him as he looked back at the cup not listening as you started to talk about your day but looked back and nodded as if he was listening. 

He was growing more nervous. 

It wasn’t until you decided to visit Eddie at work to bring him lunch, you hadn’t seen him much a couple of days. There was a morning kiss on the cheek and “ I love you” before he left for work and there were night time cuddles or night time sex before bed. Your relationship didn’t feel like a relationship where you used to go on dates with Eddie, spend time with him, talk, or anything as sweet gestures you did for another. 

It was sex. A kiss here and there. A cuddle once in awhile and that was it. 

You were still using your bike to this day and leaned it on the side of the mechanic shop hearing the zapping of tools and chatter. You were passing by one of Eddie’s co workers when he took a double look seeing it was you.

He cleared his throat as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you. He quickly stood up from his spot and wiped his hands on his uniform and greeted you with a smile, it wasn’t a smile that reached his eyes and you could tell there was something off.

“ What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked. “ Shouldn’t you be at work?” 

“ No, I’m off today and decided to visit Eddie at work. He’s here, right?” He slowly nodded his head but there were unspoken words he was leaving of you to find. 

“ He’s in the back” you asked, confirming your boyfriend was at work working on a car you had hope. 

“ Yeah” was the only thing you got as an answer. You turned around, gripping Eddie’s lunch in your hands and made your way into the garage where you passed other cars and other Eddie co workers. 

But what you didn’t expect is to find your boyfriend locking lips with a familiar set of hair. You knew that hair. You gasped at the sight as your eyes filled with tears. Your heart fell into your stomach and twisted in ways you thought you wouldn’t understand. The gasp didn’t came unheard by Eddie as he pulled away. 

His eyes widen at the sight of you and his hands dropped to his side. The woman he was kissing had turned around and there stood the same person you were jealous of in high school that used to get Eddie’s attention. Eddie told you many times that you had nothing to worry about and yet here you were, standing with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“ Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” He asked pushing Chrissy away as he step closer to you.  “ You were suppose to be at work.” 

“ I-I-I …” you couldn’t get the words out feeling a knife had cut through your cut by the man you thought loved you and would never hurt you. Yet again, he stands there doing nothing as he watches the hurt in your eyes and the tears rolling down. 

Chrissy’s voice brings you to your senses. 

“ I didn’t know Eddie was with you still” she says. Your jaw clenched and the bag of Eddie’s lunch dropped on the ground spilling over the garage floor. 

“ He’s not anymore, enjoy my sloppy seconds pomp pomps” she gasped as she was about to say something when Eddie stepped into the view of your vision and he grabbed onto you but you pushed him away.

“ Don’t touch me, Munson! I don’t want anything to do with you. I hate you, and by the end of the week I’ll have all my stuff out of the trailer. I should have known you would do something like this. You are a lier and you never loved me!” 

“ I do love you! I’m sorry, this isn’t what it is” He motions towards to Chrissy who gasps. 

“ I thought you like me, Eddie “ she pouted, stomping her foot. He shook his head at her. 

“ I’ve only loved one woman in my life and I’ve ruined it…” he turns his head back to see that you had stepped back and took more steps back.

“ Sweetheart, let me explain.” 

“ You’re bullshit, Eddie Munson!” Was the last words Eddie had heard from you as you turn around and ran getting onto your bike and riding off until you couldn’t anymore. 

That’s where you wounded up at, Benny’s where you sat in the booth crying and not caring who saw you. Benny came over placing a milkshake in front of you looking like you needed. He didn’t question you why you were crying in his diner. He let you be where you stared out the window wishing you turned back time and never meeting Eddie Munson. 

Your hands placed on your stomach as you were going to tell Eddie the good news.

“ Looks like it’s you and me, little one. Mama’s got you, we don’t need that man” you spoke as if it heard you. You continued to rub it hoping you’d be a good mother to your little one. 

You weren’t planning on telling Eddie now. He didn’t deserve it. 

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Rúben Dias Imagine | three

Author’s note: Wasn’t going to write anything for Rúben’s birthday, but then I got inspired after watching a reel on Instagram about a girl meeting an actor while queing to go to the bathroom, and here we are 😅 Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

And happy birthday, Ru 😁

Masterlist

"I shouldn't have had that last drink."

"Told you."

"I know you told me" Alexa says, rolling her eyes. "But if a cute guy asks, you just say yes."

"He isn't that cute."

"He is cute. And now he's probably flirting with someone else because he is tired of waiting for me. What is taking them so long? It's just a wee!" she says, looking at the queue in front of us.

"Maybe only one bathroom is working" I shrug.

"Oh, great. Just great!" Alexa says. "I'm gonna miss the chance to hook up with a cute guy, and I'm gonna pee my pants!"

"The hooking up maybe is for the better" I shrug.

"I hate you" she replies, sticking out her tongue. "But talk to me."

"What?"

"Talk to me. If I'm listening to you I don't think about needing to pee, so talk to me."

"About what?" I ask.

"I don't know. Maybe the hot guy you've been checking out since we arrived?"

"I haven't been checking out anyone.”

"We've been queuing here for what feels like an eternity, and you haven't been able to stop looking at the guy standing next to the men's bathroom."

"Ok, fine. I've been checking him out."

"Because he's hot."

"Very hot” I sigh. “And I wonder why he isn't going in. I've seen guys coming in and out and… oh. Oh!"

"Oh what?" Alexa says.

"Just wait here."

"What?"

"Wait here" I repeat, walking towards the hot guy, his eyes fixed on his phone. "Hello?" Nothing. No answer. But damn, this close he is even hotter. "Excuse me" I insist, raising my voice a bit.

"Uh?" he murmurs, finally looking up.

"Hi, sorry to bother you" I say, giving him my best smile. "Do you know if there is anyone in the bathroom?"

"I… I don't know, sorry" he smiles, scratching the back of his head and showing a bicep the size of my head. 

"Could you do me the immense favour of going in and check? The queue for the girls' bathroom isn't moving, and I fear my friend's bladder may explode any moment now."

"Yes, sure" he chuckles. 

As he goes into the bathroom, I turn to look at Alexa.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Just wait" I reply.

"It's completely empty" he says from the door a few seconds later.

"Great, thank you! Alexa, come!"

"What?"

"Come here!"

"I don't want to lose my spot on the queue!" she protests.

"Just come here" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"This wonderful gentleman here has checked that there is no one inside so you can use the men's bathroom" I explain.

"Really?"

"Yep. So go before something happens."

"Ok…" she says, looking from me to him and back at me before going in.

"Again, thank you very much" I smile.

"No problem" he smiles back. Though it doesn’t last long. "You gotta be kidding me" he says, looking at his phone.

"Did something bad happen?"

"My friends. I told them I wanted a quiet birthday, but they didn't listen, and besides dragging me to this club, now they've hired a stripper."

"Oh, wow" I laugh.

"Yeah" he sighs.

"Is that the reason why you've been standing here all alone for the past, what, 15 minutes? You are hiding from them?"

"I am, yes" he laughs. "Too lame?"

"Just a bit" I smile. "But Alexa and I are leaving. You can come with us if you want."

"You won't mind?" he asks. “We just met.”

"I know I won't" I smirk. "And I don't think she will complain either. You just saved her bladder."

"Ok" he laughs. "Where are you going, tho?"

"Not sure. Some guys we met said something about going to another club, but we don't have to go with them if you don't want to. It's your birthday, you should pick what to do."

"I should, shouldn't I?" he chuckles. "But I don't mind where we are going. What matters is the company" he says, giving me a look from head to toe that makes my body temperature go a few degrees up.

"I'm alive again!" Alexa says, storming out of the bathroom. "Oh, sorry. Did I just interrupt something?"

"No" we say at the same time.

"Are you sure? Because the sexual tension coming from you two is making me horny."

"Alexa!" I say, giving her my most murderous look. "Should we go see if your cute guy is still waiting?"

"Oh, yes! If you are getting laid tonight, so am I" she says, giving us a mischievous smile before walking away.

"I… umm… happy birthday?" I shrug.

"Happy birthday" he laughs, taking my hand on his and following Alexa.

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"Good morning, birthday boy."

"It isn't my birthday anymore" he chuckles while turning to face me, the bed complaining with the movement. How we managed to not break it last night, will remain a mystery. 

"Then happy unbirthday."

"Thank you" he smiles.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Best birthday I've had in ages."

"What was your favourite part?"

"Do you seriously have to ask?" he laughs, moving to be on top of me.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I try to shrug as he starts leaving kisses down my neck.

"Leaving that pub Alexa took us to was the beginning."

"I see… And then?"

"Then eating that pizza I shouldn't have eaten" he says, now kissing my shoulder.

"You loved it, tho."

"I did" he smiles against my skin.

"And then?"

"Then the walk around town."

"That was lovely. Anything else?"

"Kissing you" he says before doing it.

"A highlight of the night, yes. But I think that wasn't your most favourite part."

"What came after was" he smirks, starting to leave kisses on my chest.

"After?" I ask, feeling my body tensing under his.

"Coming to your place. Kissing a bit more. Taking off our clothes. Being in this exact position. And then…" he says, leaving a kiss below my belly button.

"And then?" I whisper.

"Then doing this" he says before disappearing between my legs.

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"Do you seriously need to leave?" 

"I do. I'm meeting with some friends."

"Striper friends?"

"No, not them" he laughs.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I will miss you too" he says, kissing the tip of my nose. "But we can meet again. Maybe have a proper date?"

"That sounds perfect" I smile.

"Great."

"Great" I repeat.

"Now I have to go" he says, opening my flat's door. "Thank you for the best birthday and unbirthday ever."

"You're very welcome."

“And sorry for lying earlier.”

“What?” 

“When I told you that my favourite part of the night had been… well, you know” he smirks.

“You seemed to really enjoy it. And every time we did it.”

“I thoroughly enjoyed it. But all that wasn’t my favourite part. You were my favourite part. Spending it with you.”

“Aww, that’s cute” I smile.

“I know. I am very cute” he smiles back. “And very late, so I better leave. See you soon, ok?”

"Ok. But wait!" I say, stopping him as he turns his back at me. "You are forgetting something."

"Am I?"

"This" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him as if my life depended on it. "A late birthday present so you don't forget about me."

"I won't forget about you, trust me.”

"You better" I threaten him with my finger. "Now you may leave."

"Ok" he laughs. "Bye."

"Bye" I smile as I watch him walk away down the corridor, crossing paths with my flatmate Caroline.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming and that I just saw you making out with Rúben fucking Dias" she says when we meet.

"What?" I laugh, walking into our flat.

"Rúben Dias? The Manchester City player? That was him."

"That wasn't him."

"Yes, it was. I would recognize that back and those biceps everywhere.”

“And I would also recognize him if I had spent the night with him” I say, letting myself fall on the sofa.

“Did you sleep with him?"

"I did."

"Oh my God!" Caroline says, sitting next to me. "You fucked Rúben Dias!"

"I didn't! It wasn't him!" I insist. 

"Then he now has a twin brother?" she laughs. "Did he tell you his name or used a fake one?"

"He… he actually didn't tell me his name. And I didn't tell him mine either."

"You what?"

"We were too busy talking and having fun, and when we came here there was no time and… Oh my God, Caroline. Oh my God! He said he wanted to take me out on a date and he doesn't know my name! And I didn't give him my phone number either! How will he find me?" I say, starting to panic.

"Well, he knows where you live. It’s something" she shrugs.

"I guess, yes…"

"But I still can't believe you hooked up with a guy, didn't share names because you were too busy flirting and then making out among other things, and he turns out to be Rúben Dias" Caroline laughs.

"Are you sure it was him?"

“Positive. But wait" she says, taking out her phone and looking for something. "Ha! I knew it! John Stones posted this story last night. Celebrating my mate's birthday, he says. And look who is the guy standing next to him in the photo."

"No… fucking… way.” Same messy hair, same brown eyes, same shirt with half the buttons undone for whatever the reason. It is him. The guy I've had one of the best nights and mornings of my life is... “I slept with Rúben Dias!”

“Told you” Caroline laughs. “Congratulations, girl.” 

“I slept with Rúben Dias”I repeat, realization kicking in. He was Rúben Dias. The Rúben Dias. Holy shit. 

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