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rowdyslove · 8 months

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎. | luke hughes

꒰ pairing: luke hughes x genderneutral!reader

꒰ genre: angst + fluff (slightly suggestive towards the end) + hurt/comfort ;established!relationship!au | oneshot

꒰ synopsis: after deciding to avoid the boy for weeks, you finally show up at his door the night before he has to leave the city and head off to new jersey to accompany the devils in the playoffs.

꒰ word count: 4k

꒰ author’s note: wrote this in less than 2 hours.. its currently 3 am rn :/ i’m surprised i even had the energy to write this in one shot

whenever you thought about it, you would always start getting emotional over the thought of when luke would be leaving. whether it was for summer vacation over at his family’s lake house, or just a simple few week visit to his brothers in new jersey or vancouver.

you would get emotional one way or another, no matter how long he was leaving for.

not specifically a dramatic kind of emotional, of course. it wasn’t like you would be completely sobbing tears or throwing temper tantrums over not being able to see him for the periods of time he was gone; if that was the case, then luke knew for a fact that he would never be able to handle leaving you alone for as long as a single hour. especially since those days of his summer absence happened every single year.

but now, he had the chance to play in the nhl with his brother, jack. even though it was only for the playoffs, to him it seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

every single time he left to somewhere though, you would just get a little clingy. clingy in a caring way though, reminding him to take care of himself while he was away, making sure he was having a good time, or telling him to think about you when he was gone.

and luke did. he always did. whether it was a night in his soft bed after a day full of wakesurfing or simply just spending time alone studying in his dorm room. he always kept a big space for you in his mind, and he had always shown that he was thinking about you by sending you pictures of the sky and texting you about how his days were.

there were even times when luke became the clingy one, spamming you with all the pictures he took from his trips. you still remember all the times you playfully joked about blocking his number after he sent you frame-by-frame pictures of his brother jack falling off the wakeboard and into the water. you could see the exact moment when jack realized he was about to fall, his eyes widening more and more in each frame before his arms started flailing out in a poor attempt to keep his balance. when the three brothers came back home at the end of summer that year, you made sure to give jack a pat on the back and a ruffle to his hair.

for some reason, instead of getting emotional about luke’s departure this time, you felt different. not in a sense that you weren’t feeling numb to the idea of him leaving; you just simply felt different.

you were over-the-roof ecstatic the first moment you heard that luke got drafted to the new jersey devils and got to finally make his lifelong dream come true. it was always a dream of his to play in the same league alongside his brothers jack and quinn, and you were beyond proud of him to achieve such an amazing opportunity.

it was only until he broke it to you that he would have to move out to new jersey when the full season finally came to actually pursue it, when the realization finally came to you.

he had to leave. he wasn’t breaking up with you, but he did have to leave. it was just for a week for now. but to you, that week would feel like hell, with the tight schedules of training day to day and the long distance. you had no idea how you were going to handle the next hockey season when he would have to leave you for a whole six months straight.

luke was only leaving the city, but it felt like he was leaving you entirely.

after he told you the news, you left him to his own devices. stalling and wasting away the time you could have been spending with him, to spend by yourself. you put a pause on all the clinginess and caring reminders, and left him with unread messages and missed calls.

all of the thoughts that came to your head became too much for you—too many things you were uncertain of.

what if you couldn’t be patient enough to wait for his return this time? what if he found someone else while he was away? what if he couldn’t find the time for you because of how busy he would be? what if he completely forgot about you?…

luke zipped up his suitcase and plopped his hockey bag right in front of his dresser before he heard a sudden knock. he barely spared a single glance over his shoulder to his bedroom door, his back slightly arched in exhaustion from the depressive feelings that had been taking a physical toll on him for the past few weeks of you not talking to him.

it was his last night in his family home. his last night in his hometown before he had to go. all of that alone was enough to make him start feeling homesick.

but absolutely nothing had helped him prepare himself for the tragic ache his heart would be in when he realized that he might have to leave without seeing you, without touching you, and without hearing you say how much you love him one more time.

the impatient knock he once heard came again and he finally stood up, straightening his back the best he could, his brows furrowed with annoyance. he stepped closer to his door, ready to just tell his mom for the fifth time now that he had all of his hockey gear packed and would be bringing enough clothes with him. but when he swung open the door, he was met with you who he saw standing on the other side instead.

“hey luke…” you mumbled, clutching your jacket shoulder tightly in your hand.

his mouth opened, but only to be met with a breath being released. you seemed to be just as tired as he was, and he could tell by the puffiness around your eyes that you had been crying for what must’ve been the past few days.

as much as he did want to immediately wrap you up in his arms, to feel your chest against his, he found himself just stepping aside and giving you the space to come into his room.

his room was just as dim as it usually had been during the late night hours, since luke had a habit of turning off the main light that hung from the ceiling and just flipping on the lamp that stood upon his bedside table.

the first thing your eyes landed on was his hockey bag and suitcase on the floor, fully taped hockey sticks stood again the wall and luggage all packed up and ready for when he needed to leave in the morning. your heart dropped a slight bit at its indication of his departure, but you took a deep breath in and exhaled, relaxing yourself. you talked yourself through this, you thought about this whole situation and you wanted to give him your full support of his dream, instead of just dwelling in sorrow and misery before all your sadness replaced itself with guilt and missed chances.

“i see you’ve already packed.” you spoke up, gesturing towards his bags before you turned to face the boy.

“yeah umm,” luke started with a nod, “i leave for my flight tomorrow morning.”

you hummed in acknowledgement, feeling defeated by the last words. the tension between you two felt more like craving than it felt awkward, the air around you just waiting to be broken out of its restraint. turning to gaze at his open closet, you raised a brow at the pile of empty hangers lining up the left side of his closet before your eyes landed on one of his few hoodies he actually liked that was hung up in the very far right corner. a light baby blue hoodie hung all alone away from everything else.

you sighed sheepishly as you brought up a finger to point at it, making sure to keep the sobs that clung at your throat down. “you’re forgetting your favourite hoodie.”

luke looked over to the point of your finger, his own fingers fiddling together nervously as his mouth slightly hung open in a poor attempt to explain why he had chosen to leave it there. his mouth fired out the words quickly as he just stated out the obvious. “i’m going to leave it here.”

you frowned at the boy, your lips curling downward. luke softened at your pouted lips and curious eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “but why? you look so good in it and it’s your favourite one too.”

his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip as a faint smile blossomed on his face, “i know it’s your favourite one too.”

you sucked in a choked breath, understanding the meaning behind why he wanted to leave it behind. he wanted to leave it for you, as something to remember him by while he was gone. it was a way of him telling you that, even down to the last second, he was always thinking of you—a way that didn’t require the usage of spam texts and well thought out confessions of his love for you, which he was never really good at anyways.

just one hoodie and a few stray t-shirts in an otherwise empty closet, all of them covered in his comforting warmth and lovely scent.

you bit down on your lower lip as you tried the hardest you could to hold in a sob as you walked over to the closet slowly. it was alot less messy than it usually looked, which felt very out of place for you. actually being able to see the stack of shoe boxes stuffed at the very back of the closet was very unfamiliar—they were all usually covered by clothes he threw over top. occasionally those shoe boxes would only ever see the light of day when luke plowed through the clothes to find something to wear or when you would go through to steal one of his oversized shirts.

peeling the blue hoodie off of its hanger, you carefully threw it over your head, marvelling at the way it hung so loose around your torso and almost down to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. you felt content and warm wearing it. bringing up the sweater paws that had taken over your palms to your face, you inhaled at the smell of them and closed your eyes. the smell of his mother’s flowery detergent mixed with luke’s musky cologne overcame your senses.

it was like a match made in heaven; a smell that you could always recognize. it was a scent that had become like home to you, and it still felt like home to you even now.

would you ever end up forgetting the smell? would you still remember it if he ever stopped feeling like home to you? would your heart end up losing him from the time and distance soon to come between you two?

luke sighed from the feel of his heart shattering in his chest when he heard you choke out a sob. he knew you had began to cry, your tears now staining the hoodie sleeves as you weeped away with your thoughts and fears, and he wasn’t really sure what to do. he was never really the best at helping others with their emotions, because he was never really put in the position to.

“y/n..” he took a quick step forward but halted his movement when you turned around.

“i’m so sorry for ignoring you these past weeks.” you said, your voice timid and cracked, but still loud and strong enough to make luke’s heart pound heavily against his ribcage. “i’m really sorry if i made you think i didn’t support you or your dream. i need you to know now that i do and if you have to leave me in order to do it, then you should.”

to be honest, the thought that you didn’t support him never crossed his mind. he just somehow knew that you would support him no matter what. you had always been there for his university games, and you listened to him pour out his feelings whenever they encountered a loss, yet you never failed to praise him on how well he did and how proud of him you were—you were always the first person there for him when it came to him and his passion for hockey.

you were upset, and he understood that. he knew how your head worked. he knew that you would be having thoughts of uncertainty, constantly wondering if your relationship would work out in the end. since he got drafted, he knew that he would end up having to leave you for much longer than just this one week alone, and he knew that you were not ready at all for that.

he didn’t carry any amount of anger towards you for avoiding him until the last minute like you did. for one, he did understand your reasons why. and second, he couldn’t bring himself to get mad at you at a time like this, when he needed his last few moments with you to be nothing but pure love.

heaving a heavy sigh, he sat right down the middle on the edge of his bed, opening his arms wide and beckoning you over to him softly, “come here sweetheart.”

and you did, stumbling closer and closer to him until your thighs met with his knees. he leaned to grab your hands, giving your hands a few loving squeezes before he pulled you onto his lap, settling your knees on either sides of his thighs and circling his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you sniffled when he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, soon lightly giggling when he grimaced at the faint taste of salt from your tears. you burst into another fit of giggles when he went back in to kiss your cheeks again, mending away all the trails of tears that fell down from your eyes.

“i missed you so much,” you muttered, your voice almost completely giving away as you cupped his jaw in your palms and stared into his wide almond-shaped eyes, thumbs grazing his cheeks lightly.

“i missed you too,” he mumbled under his breath, bringing your chest closer to his, “i am so sorry for making you cry my love.”

you hummed in disagreement as you shook your head. your fingers pressed against his cheeks, almost clinging to them and hugging his face carefully, and luke never wanted you to let go. your accepting smile made him fall more and more in love, over and over again. he physically had to compose himself to not plunge into you with rough kisses right then and there.

“i’m sorry for waiting all this time. we could have been this close like this every night if i didn’t.” you said quietly, trailing over his features with your glazed eyes. “i hope i’m not too late.”

luke smiled, his eyes squinting with a small crinkle of his nose. you could never be too late for him. his heart was always ready for you at any moment in time, whether he was just thinking about you in silence or having you pressed so close to his body.

luke would always be ready for you. for all that you would give him and for all that he wanted to give you.

“you know, it’s never too late to kiss me sweetheart.” he whispered closer to your face, breath fanning over your lips, feeling you lightly squirm under the weight of his words.

rolling your eyes at him playfully, you squeezed his cheeks before gladly leaning in so you could press your lips against his. his fingers gently clawed at your lower back as his other hand flew up to hold the back of your neck, quickly finding any way he could to touch your skin.

oh gosh your lips. your soft, soft lips. luke could preach over a thousand words about how kissing you always made him feel so needed and loved. how your kisses made him feel like there was nothing else in the world he couldn’t do.

they opened a kind of gate to his heart he didn’t even know he had, and it was one that could only be opened by you.

with the influence of desire that filled his chest, luke suddenly started grazing your bottom lip with his teeth, his brows furrowing with passion when he caught your lip between his teeth. you let out a breathy moan in surprise. pushing yourself further, you opened you parted your lips, allowing luke to connect your tongues in a more fiery kiss.

adrenaline coarse throughout your lungs, causing a ruckus of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. he never kissed you with such urgency before, silent pleads piercing the tip of his tongue and desperately longing for more and more of your lips lustful movements against his. the way he kissed you made you breathless.

luke kissed you, intending to let his lips linger on you even after whenever he decided to pull away. he wanted the shape and taste of his lips to haunt over you every day and night that he would be away. and damn, he was doing it well so far even while he was still there. you were being drenched in bliss, letting him take full control over you.

through the heated moment, luke forced himself to pull away from the kiss for a brief moment to allow his hazy mind and breathless lungs to settle down. both of you were feeling hazy, drifting somewhere away in paradise and neither of you had any plans on leaving that paradise any time soon.

you kept yourself close to him, your upper lip positioned tenderly against his, taunting him and daring him to let go. your eyes were just as gone as luke’s were when you stared into them, and you worshipped the way his green irises could always pull you into him so effortlessly.

“i love you, okay?” he stated breathlessly, his tone filled to the brim with sincerity. “and i’ll keep loving you, even in ten years from now.”

ten years from now, whether he only got to talk to you every weekend or every three months. even if he had to fight through struggles of finding the time in his busy schedule just to catch up with you. luke loved you, and he would wait forever until he could physically love you again.

“wait for me to come back please.” he pleaded, the mossy ocean in his eyes seemed tearful and ready to spill like a waterfall, causing heartache to pool in your chest. he was clutching the hoodie that covered your frame and keeping your hand pressed to his cheek, his shaky movements only calming down your want to break down again.

wait for me. remember me. hold on to me.

luke was pleading to you over and over.

you felt like crying again. the eruption of sadness stayed no matter how many times you convinced yourself that things would turn out just fine; that you could live without him being near you for whatever amount of time that may be.

you could deal with the quiet for a while. you could deal with not being in his presence when you came to his house. you could deal with the untouched skin and unkissed lips.

you could. you just had to.

“i will, i promise.” you replied in a hushed whisper, resting your forehead against his. “i’m going to miss you so much.”

luke pressed his thumb onto your cheek, swiping across the underneath of your eyes and wiping away the wet trails before they could fall, making you smile softly as you leaned your face into his palm, keeping your eyes on him.

“i’ll text you all the time. and if i don’t, then jack will.” he grumbled with a short scoff, remembering how it took no amount of effort for jack to get your phone number the first time you all met, while it took luke a whole week just to muster up the courage to do so. “we’ll both keep in touch.”

“you guys better,” you said threateningly, making him chuckle.

and then he kissed you again, much softer this time though. it was like a form of sealing your promise to each other. a promise between two young adults who held such genuine, tender and kind love for each other.

“when is your flight tomorrow?” you asked after pulling away, adjusting your legs to wrap them around his lower back instead. “my flight leaves at eight in the morning, so i’ll be leaving here at around seven.”

that was a much earlier time than you usually woke up at. but either way, you never really planned on seeing him off anyways. turning into a big sobbing mess in a public area so early in the morning would not look so pretty. you would much rather just leave things as him bidding a soft goodbye and a forehead kiss to your sleeping form, and maybe you would silently sob in the confines of his bed once you woke up.

“i won’t be going to the airport with you sadly,” you said with a sigh, running your hands through his curly locks before circling your arms around his neck.

luke flashed you a faint smile, a bittersweet yet endearing one. his fingers gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing the hair away from your face. “do you need anything from me before i go?”

“you should actually be the one getting something from me,” you said tapping his nose with your index finger and pressing your chest up against his for more much needed closeness. “i am very, very proud of you lukey.”

he gave you a small peck upon your lips, “thank you sweetheart.”

the two of you just looked at each other after that. affectionately drawn towards each other like yin and yang. you simply couldn’t help but whispering those three beautiful words, combing through his lushous hair as the words “i love you” left your lips, like a secret only luke could hear.

“i love you too,” he returned quickly, his eyes shutting for a brief moment, allowing him to relish in the euphoria of your fingers massaging his scalp so gently. “are you sure you don’t want anything from me?”

you thought for a moment, your brows furrowing slightly. there weren’t really anything you wanted to ask of him. most of the things you wanted were for him to not leave, which was ultimately out of his control.

“call me when you land in tampa.” you reminded him.

“of course love,” he hummed. “anything else?”

you sighed lightly, keeping your eyes on him. there really was nothing else you needed from him. all you needed was the boy himself, and you had him the moment you stepped into his room, and you were going to stay for every minute until he had to take his leave.

luke could see what your eyes were telling him. you didn’t want to spend the night with simple words. you only wanted to spend the night with love and emotions, whether they were loud or quiet, or maybe even tender or rough.

you leaned in, your eyes moving from his eyes and down to his lips. “just stay with me,” you breathed into his mouth. “until you have to leave me.”

luke wasted no time in claiming your lips once more with his, rough exhales fanning against both of your faces as he kissed you so desperately to fulfill the insane amount of lust and desire he was holding for you.

the soft lamp shade dimmed suddenly, as if it was closing its own eyes at the sight of him flipping you over softly to land on his bed, his body hovering over yours closely—like the lamp felt shy at the sight of swollen lips and soft skin marked with love, worship, and devotion.

stay with me until you have to leave me.

luke could do that. and instead of just your lips this time, he planned for his presence to linger on your entire body even after he left as well.

#—ness writes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes angst #luke hughes x y/n #nhl fluff #nhl oneshot #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new jersey devils #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nhl x y/n

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jeonsweetpea · 9 months

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Devoted to Trouble (Teaser)

Spider-Man!AU | Peter Parker!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst

rating: explicit

description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?

word count: it’s at 8k rn but will probably be 10k

warnings: Seven JK… need I say more? JK being a SIMP, JK being a flirt, the entirety of the Seven MV being Peter Parker/Spider-Man coded, JK being a dork, JK is persistent and annoying but in an endearing way, fake death, smutty smut (will add more tags later lol)

a/n: Hello! I just love the idea of JK being such an unserious Spider-Man/Peter Parker who only loves you and wants you and voila! He’s a lovesick loser basically. I’m so excited to finish it soon. :)

EDIT: I HAVE POSTED IT NOW :)))

Monday

You didn’t know why you bothered dressing up for dinner when the end goal was to turn Jungkook down. After his identity was revealed to the public (source unknown), panic set in, and you realized that a future together was not possible. However, out of courtesy, you decided not to flake on the date after promising him. The boy was ecstatic, and deep down, you suspected his ego loved the fact he won over someone like you, who had consistently turned him down.

As you approached the restaurant door, someone unexpectedly rushed past you to open it himself. Startled by the sudden action, you jumped in surprise.

“Jungkook? Oh my god, you scared me!” you exclaimed. He offered an apologetic smile, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. You noticed his heavy breathing, wondering if he had exerted himself. “Did you run here?”

“Yeah, I was stopping a heist nearby and didn’t want you to wait long,” he replied.

Your heart softened at his thoughtfulness, but it also served as a reminder of why a future together would be challenging. “You didn’t have to waste your stamina. I just got here.”

“Trust me, babe. I have plenty of stamina.”

#jungkook #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #spider man jungkook #bts x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook x original character #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #jungkook seven #teaser

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princeblue · 2 months

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I have such a bad bone to pick with the Kimetsu Gauken story, and yes it is about Genya and Sanemi and I can go into a more depth and full explanation of later but I don’t want to rn so I’m just gonna bring up my main issue.

Why the fuck would Sanemi rip up his certificate?

And I don’t mean this in “hey that’s my blorbo why” way I mean this in a “Sanemi would not fucking do that” way

Sanemi’s issue with Genya was never that he was shooting guns guys, it’s that he was a demon slayer. That was literally it, he never hated Genya, he never cared that Genya called him a murderer (and I mean it, read the light novel.)

He loved Genya more than anything in the world and if Genya had an interest in something he was talented in then he would be fucking ecstatic because it’s not demon slaying.

Now back to Kimetsu Gauken.

If Sanemi wanted Genya to be the absolute best in the school and wanted him to have every single opportunity he could then Sanemi should have been jumping up and down in joy that Genya was not only IN A CLUB but also GOOD AT IT — even their ACE if I remember correctly because these sorts of things get you fucking scholarships

You know the things that help you get into good/great colleges and can pay either half or all of the tuition?

So once again you can’t convince me that Sanemi wouldn’t have been happy and wouldn’t have encouraged him and I’m not gonna lie and say that I wouldn’t use that for angst fanfic purposes myself but I can still recognize that it was a poor choice and dare I say out of character.

#idk man their entire relationship in Gauken is so bad I hate it #demon slayer #genya shinazugawa #kny #blue rambles #sanemi shinazugawa

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zlebooks · 1 year

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A SINGLE THREAD OF GOLD (TIED ME TO YOU) 𓍯 series of events where you realize your fate with him is much more intertwined than how you initially believed it to be.

INCLUDES. 🪡 childe, thoma, xiao, zhongli (i might do a part two for ayato, diluc, kazuha !! i just wanted to get this out of my drafts as soon as possible 😭)

AUTHOR’S NOTE. you know the trope “omygod it’s annoying you’ve been by my side all the time but somehow it became less annoying… i like it even and omg i didn’t notice that what i’m looking for is you all along” ?? yes this is that trope … inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string and the movie harry met sally! both got me in a chokehold rn. also the angst levels increase the further you scroll down.

somehow friends to lovers, mentions of wedding and settling down.

childe is a friend. although, he isn’t the type of friend that you share your secrets with, not a friend who regularly contacts you to hang out, nor is he a friend that eats ice cream with you whenever you get your heart broken. childe is the friend you met through mutual connections, the one that makes you say ‘oh! what a small world’ because you just met him last week at a friend’s birthday and now he’s attending as one of the groomsmen at your distant relative’s wedding.

he’s equally surprised as you, of course he wouldn’t forget the one person that told him: “god this party sucks” when the celebrant was just literally behind the two of you. he remembers you being brazen and holding a glass of beer on one hand.

just like the birthday party, during the wedding’s reception, childe finds himself sitting beside you. he asks you how you’re doing as if a lot happened within the week you were separated.

(“you say that as if a week could eventful.”

“hey! a lot can happen in a week!”

you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to prove his point.

“like one of your friends getting married!” he gestures to the now married couple dancing.

you find yourself stupidly laughing.)

you both enjoy yourselves together. in the short period of time you sat beside him, you figured that childe was fun to be around and he basically knows everyone in the city.

that’s why, you couldn’t help but joke that you might see him again in another wedding.

(you did.)

surprise was an understatement when you saw him entering the venue. this time, you were a bridesmaid, and he was the cousin of the groom. and just like the previous wedding, childe finds himself sitting beside you, now talking about how the last two months went for you.

(“you better not tell me i can’t ask you about how you spent the last two months because it’s a short time.”

“you know how a year for a human is seven years for a dog?”

“you’re telling me i’m the dog?”

once again, you idiotically laugh.)

this time around, you found out that childe’s real name was ajax. childe was just a nickname given to him by his 8th grade teacher and the name has been stuck ever since. you figured out that he likes the nickname rather well— he tells you that it makes him interesting to which you disagree, sparking a thirty minute debate between you two.

when the party died down, and you were called to help the newly wedded bride, you both bid each other good night. this time, it was his turn to joke about the next wedding you two will meet.

(“if i saw you again in another wedding, i promise to shave my head.”

you snort, “see you at the next wedding then.”)

the moment you meet childe once again, you were a little bit disappointed that you weren’t wearing another bridesmaid dress. however, childe was more than ecstatic that he met you in a baby shower hosted by a mutual friend (once again).

the moment the couple popped the balloon which launched dozens of pink confetti to the air, childe appears right beside you almost immediately.

this time, you find out that he’s equally anxious as you to see the people in your life settling down. that your friends left and right are getting married and having kids, while you had the trouble of looking for someone to spend new year’s eve with.

(“don’t you think that all these events we’re attending are getting suffocating?”

this was the first time you wholeheartedly agree with him without the teasing.)

when everyone else was starting to clean up, and you finally put your hand on your friend’s belly to feel the baby kick, childe tells you he’s going home with a box of take outs. he finally asks you for your number, telling you that he hopes to see you again without the pressuring reminders of settling down.

(“see you on new years?”

“see you on new years.”)

five months went by without the wedding and baby shower invitations, you were glad to say the least. while you were incredibly happy for your friends, you can’t help but to feel insecure for being unable to settle down like the most of them are.

childe and you call sometimes, mostly right before bed and you always scold him for ruining your body clock. but as whiny as you can be, you never actually hung up on him.

these conversations over the phone let you discover little things about childe. like how he hates ketchup on eggs but is fine with it being on everything else, how he likes eating mint choco flavored ice cream but detests anything else flavored mint, and the fact that one of his hobbies is crocheting stuffed toys for teucer who you learned was childe’s youngest brother.

he came from a big family from the country side. he had three older siblings and another three that followed him. you learn that he was a family man; he specifically treasures and adores the three younger ones left at home.

you discover that to them, childe is ajax— the dependable big brother.

during the phone calls, ajax tells you his adventures back home. how he once got pulled into the lake after catching a fish bigger than him, how he once went home with more than enough bruises after learning how to skate for the first time. in return, you supply him the latest office gossip; how the boss and his secretary were sleeping together and almost got caught by the wife. putting things into perspective, your stories were much more dull.

despite these phone calls starting to become a part of your nightly routine, you both never came around to the idea of spending time with each other in personal.

however, the promise of spending new years with each other still remains. and when the night came, you were all bundled up in his arms from complaining how cold it was outside. it was now his turn to complain about the cold as you have succeeded at stealing his mittens and scarf.

(“you didn’t think you could dress for the weather?”

“my coats at home ruin my dress.”)

when the countdown starts and the ball finally drops, everyone starts kissing their partners while you could only stare at childe’s lips. he does the same to you, and before you knew it, you were leaning towards each other, finding the warmth of your lips.

ajax finally meets you halfway and the moment just felt right.

(the next wedding you attend to was yours. and every single one of your mutual friends were invited.)

friends to lovers, swearing.

thoma has been there for your first heartbreak.

he was there to watch every sappy romcoms known to man with you, he was there to give you a new roll of tissue whenever you ran out, and he was right beside you to clean up whatever mess you made.

thoma has been there when your first love shattered your heart into pieces just like how you’ve been there for him when his broke.

the two of you fell easily into a routine; he listens when you gush over the guy you recently met while you give him advice on how to win over his seat mate in class. he reassures you that it wasn’t your fault that things ended up that way while you listen to his frustrations about how incorrigible his girlfriend was. the two of you share a microwave meal as you both whine how relationships are tiring only for the two of you to share a tub of ice cream two weeks later, as you talk about how beautiful it is to love.

the night you call him, your words gibberish and barely comprehensible, it doesn’t take thoma very long to piece the puzzles together. you were obviously upset (upset is an understatement) about your recent romantic endeavor and it was up to thoma to cheer you up just like you’ve done for him many times.

on his way to your home, he picks up a tub of ice cream, a pack of tissue to be safe, and a romantic film that he knew would make you laugh at the ridiculousness.

he rings your doorbell to which you open the door in response, and he sees you standing in your pjs, eyes bloodshot and snot all over your nose. while this was the typical look whenever you were heartbroken, thoma is confused and left to wonder— you have yet to mention being interested to someone for the past two months.

but when a gold envelope haphazardly thrown on the kitchen counter catches his eyes, thoma gets the idea.

“he’s getting married.” you sob loudly, “he’s fucking getting married.”

the male hands you the box of tissue he bought, and you motion him to enter the flat.

“all this time, i thought he didn’t want to get married ever, but he just meant that he didn’t want to get to married to me,” you cry harder than what thoma was accustomed to, and scared that you might literally fall apart, he leads you to your couch.

“and you know what’s funny? they’re getting married on spring,” you inhale briefly, “in fucking spring thoma! that’s when i wanted to get married.”

the man pats you in the back, “he was a douche anyway; i didn’t like him.” thoma takes out the ice cream he bought, handing it to you and the spoon urging you to eat like it would make your problems disappear right away.

as if you hadn’t heard your friend, you continue venting out your frustrations. “and get this: the girl he’s marrying is hannah.”

“hannah?”

“hannah on your 21st birthday. your hannah!”

“oh.”

he sits on the couch, grabs the tub of ice cream and keeps it to himself.

and then the two of you sit in silence.

“do you think this is god’s way of telling us that we’re meant for each other?”

thoma raises an eyebrow.

“i mean, all the people that throws us away—“ thoma decides that he will lecture you on your choice of words, “—end up being together. like maybe we’re so bad that we’re made for each other?”

“which movie did you watch without me?” he teases, to which you take offense because you would never dare to watch a bad movie without him. the rest of the night continues without the topic being brushed over once again but for a moment, thoma actually considers the thought.

maybe, just maybe.

five months followed, and you never cried out your heart to him ever since. thoma, finds himself relinquishing from meeting new people, taking time to sort out himself partly. the other part knows that ever since you told him your silly theory about why your relationships always end up as failures, thoma had started seeing you more than as a friend.

he thinks that he’d make a great damn boyfriend; better than anyone else you had. he knows exactly what makes you double on the floor for laughing, the food you want to eat on certain days, and how to calm you down whenever you were anything but.

despite that, thoma waits. he waits for you to come to him, waiting for you to realize, and waiting for you to be ready. so when you call him up on a friday night, just to hang and not talk about how relationships were taxing, that was the moment he knew.

when you told him you wanted to see another romcom movie without being gibberish and snot blocking your nose, he decides that maybe it’s finally the right time.

thoma lives for the after. the after of every failed relationship because he knows that at the end of the tunnel, there is hope. that in every relationship he enters, he’ll be one step closer to “the one”. and as he looks at you, fighting to keep your eyes wide open to watch yet another sappy romcom movie, he realizes you were the after.

kind of soulmates to lovers, reincarnation, character death (but it’s a happy/hopeful ending don’t worry)

xiao dreams.

at night, dreams plague him in his sleep and he wakes up wondering what is it all about.

illustrations of what wang shu inn looked like more than 10,000 years ago visits him in his sleep, the old liyue looking so vivid as if he lived to tell the its tales.

in these dreams, xiao is always visited by the same person. their hair covers almost half of their face whenever the wind blows, their lips always chastising the “him” in his dreams, their smile was so bright that it completely unravels the heavy knot on xiao’s chest.

and xiao finds himself longing. whenever he wakes up in the morning, he yearns for this person. for him, it feels like the act of falling in love with someone you don’t know, missing somebody you never met.

(“promise that you will look for me in our next lives, alatus.”

xiao jolts awake.)

the young man has heard of that name before.

in his history class, way back in 7th grade, he had heard the feats and victories that belonged to the name. a fearless warrior that served liyue’s god, alatus was said to die peacefully years after the war yet he was all alone.

he had lived his life devoted to the god of contracts; spending his days fighting demons, alatus’ loyalty was to liyue and its people.

xiao hears that a museum nearly ten blocks away has opened to visitors. it is said it contains almost all the rich history of liyue that remains untouched, including portraits and statues once revered many years ago. there, xiao seeks answers.

he arrives at the sight of a familiar figure.

“do you know him?”

you turn around, looking at the guy bewildered.

“i’d have to be really old for me to know him,”

xiao feels his breath taken away from him as he finally confirms his suspicions; you looked exactly like the person in his dreams, only your hair is much shorter. the flurry of emotions inside of him breaks the dam; his heart pounding loudly in his chest that any louder you would have heard it, his head filled with incomplete memories, and his lungs struggling to breath.

(one night at wangshu inn, he sees you brushing your hair.

“join me and let’s look at the stars together.” you pat the space next to you.

“waste of my time.” he tsks, before muttering his breath but he finds himself taking his rightful place beside you.)

he notices the way your eyebrows furrow at him and your lips turning into a pout. “has anyone told you that you look exactly like the guy in the painting?”

true to your words, when xiao gazes upwards, he sees himself staring back at him. eyes bore into his soul, scrutinizing his every move and it’s extremely weird that such painting makes him feel like he’s being watched, and by himself no less.

below the painting, a gold plate is mounted against the wall.

a lover’s oath.

alatus in the art is holding someone. their white clothing smeared with blood, and the tears that fall from the yaksha’s face were enough to tell xiao that they were in their last moments before separation.

strangely, xiao feels a tug on his heart strings. an overwhelming feeling looks over him, and he feels like he’s about to cry.

“it brings you to tears, doesn’t it?”

(xiao in his dreams feels like his heart was ripped open.

in his arms, the only person he might have loved is already dying. the blood from the wound seeping on their clothes is a reminder that it’s only minutes away before their impending doom.

xiao, for the first time in a while, cries when he wakes up.)

“i dream of the person in white,” xiao suddenly confesses.

“they say that they might have been alatus’ friend, companion, and lover.” you tell him, reading from the standee near you.

when you receive no reply from the male, you glance at him and your eyes meet.

intrigue, you ask, “how do they look like in your dreams?”

“they look like you.”

the timeline varies but it’s mainly centered in whatever the genshin timeline is for plot convenience, references to death (still happy ending), reincarnation au, it literally takes several lifetimes for zhongli to realize he likes you, literally the “i’m god’s favorite mortal; he favors me” pipeline. ALSO i got carried away im sorry

first.

you first meet zhongli as a refugee from the waging war. the god governing your land slaughtered mercilessly by those who seek more power. your feet brings you to morax; looking for a shelter and protection.

you almost got turned away, even receiving snide remarks from higher beings for being naively brave to seek protection from a god when you were nothing but a mortal.

(but what is a god’s purpose if not to protect the nation he governs and the people inhabiting it?)

it was only in the right hand deity’s grace were you able to stay.

so like a fish out of water, you live amongst immortals, making yourself useful with mundane tasks that warriors shouldn’t be bothered with.

(when you died in the hands of the enemy, it served as a reminder why morax fights this war.)

second.

the next time zhongli notices of your presence, it was in the middle of the rise of liyue harbor. he is finally a step closer to building a safe land to house his people; long years of the war soon to be buried.

morax, now known as rex lapis, hears every single prayer made at his statues.

he feels you ardently take care of the sculptures and in return, he passionately listens to your pleas of saving your sick mother.

(on your way home one day, you find a plant you’ve never seen before. you take its fruit for your mother to eat as you hold onto your faith, hoping that this may be the answer to your prayers.

the next day, she stands up from her bed for the first time in a long while.)

third.

the first time you were able to hold a conversation with zhongli, was his first time walking amongst mortals.

he now goes by jiawei, a struggling merchant trying to strike a fortune in the harbor— at least that’s what he tells you during your introductions.

you’ve always thought that jiawei was a noble’s son. his vast knowledge on liyue’s history, his proficiency in reading and writing, and his peculiar taste for lavishness gave it away. furthermore, there were days he hadn’t been present, and you surely assumed it was due to his duties as a noble.

zhongli, or jiawei in this life, shares myths and legends of ancient liyue to you while you show him the ropes of living as a simple commoner in his land. he teaches you how to read and write while you teach him what goes on at the streets of the harbor.

(when jiawei doesn’t appear one night to meet you under the stars, you assume he finally grew out of his childlike wonder and immaturity. instead, he grows into the shoes that were his noble duties.)

fourth.

zhongli catches your reincarnation crying underneath an oak tree this time.

he approaches you gently, wishing to comfort an old friend even if you probably don’t remember him. a hand behind your back soothes whatever distress you’re carrying as he tells you everything will be alright.

zhongli learns you are bound to suffer the same fate as almost every maiden in his country.

in a few months or so, your hand will be taken and you will be forced to marry someone whom you have yet to meet.

and zhongli, for the first time, meets someone who openly cursed rex lapis.

(“trust in the lord rex lapis my foot, he doesn’t even listen to my prayers!”

zhongli purses his lips— if only you retained your past memories.)

the following week, your father shared good news that you wouldn’t have to marry to save your clan from ruin. apparently, your crops have never been better and every merchant is seeking business with you.

the next time you see the man who listened you vent out your frustrations under a tree, you thank him for the comfort you received. he expresses his happiness as you tell him that maybe rex lapis isn’t deaf after all while you don’t catch the slight tense on his shoulders.

(that life, just like any other life, you thank him with a different name yet again. zhongli feels that he’s close to losing his identity.)

fifth.

“i know you from somewhere.”

“that wouldn’t be possible; i have just gotten back from my travels.”

“i know you from a long time ago.”

“again, that would be impossible.”

the fifth time zhongli meets you, he notices that your sense of deja vu has gotten stronger.

the god gives you his mortal name that he decided to stick to, making it the first time among others that you meet him under the name zhongli.

in this life, he tells you that he’s a scholar that hails from the land of sumeru with keen interest on liyue’s rich history, and now he’s traveling across teyvat for his studies. you find yourself not believing him one bit.

he tells you stories from his travels, from the hospitality of mondstandt to the exquisite cuisine of inazuma, zhongli recounts the wonders of each nations he’s visited. but from his stories, you know that the man’s heart will always remain in liyue.

and as months passed by and seasons changed, you find yourself wishing that his heart would remain with you as well. but the god resigned himself to a much crueler fate; to walk down a path alone and by himself.

(“i think i love you.”

“it shall pass.”)

sixth.

the heart is a fickle thing, zhongli realizes.

in your previous lifetime, he refused to return your feelings and for a while, he’s committed to it. but as he lays his eyes on you for the first time in this lifetime, he was suddenly reminded that he too, was capable of loving.

zhongli doesn’t approach you, afraid that the feelings he has locked away far deep into the trenches of his heart will blossom and turn into something as beautiful as flowers. but alas, your soul finds his, under the same oak tree that he once found you under, and you almost remembered.

(“i just know that you were special to me.”

zhongli almost caves.)

seventh.

almost a century passes by and zhongli’s feelings for you remain the same. you died and you were reborn.

he never reveals himself to you.

eighth.

ninth.

tenth.

eleventh.

(“why do you seem so afraid?”

the god does not reply, afraid that his voice might give him away.

“why can’t you give us a chance?”)

twelfth.

when zhongli is just zhongli and rex lapis was no more, he comes and finds you.

he dines with you in your favorite restaurant, he walks around the harbor with you hand in hand, and he finally takes you to places in liyue to see its beauty that the textbooks could never justify.

for the first time, the ex archon takes the key and unlocks his heart, allowing himself to love with no restrictions.

(you die from old age, and you know that your husband isn’t anything like you for his hair remained dark while yours turned white, his skin smooth and soft while yours had turned wrinkled and rough from time.)

twentieth.

liyue’s skies have been crying non stop and zhongli is to blame partly.

while he had renounced his claim to the land long ago, a part of his soul is still linked to his beloved nation.

your body remained lifeless, cold, and bitter in the god’s arms. you died peacefully in your sleep, beside your lover and zhongli feels like heart in his chest is being ripped apart slowly and painfully.

as a mortal, you were granted with infinite numbers of reincarnations. you meet zhongli, you spend your lifetime with him wondering why his touch feels so familiar, and then you die peacefully. the cycle repeats.

(zhongli is cursed; he’s sure of it.

while he remembers every waking moment with you, you were bound to forget him and the lives you spent together.

but still, even if the cycle of losing you hurts more than any wound he received from the wars he fought, zhongli continues.

for what is grief if not love persevering?)

twenty-fifth.

through the years, he has grown weary and tired. the path to godhood is a lonely one, but a path leaving his old ways whilst immortal? zhongli has never felt more alone in his life.

he ventures the lands and seas in attempt to break free from the shackles of being a god.

but even then, his path remains anything but fortuitous; his attempts were futile.

(it was his turn to swear at celestia and the higher beings.)

thirty-ninth.

zhongli finds comfort in writing.

he jots down everything about you in every life you spend with him, afraid he’ll forget one detail about you.

this is where he finds solace in when time takes you away from him. it’s what keeps him sane as he waits for you in your next life and the one after that.

as he reads and reads the words he put down into notes, he notices nothing ever changes. he always end up falling in love with you, and you always end up falling in love with him. for zhongli, may it be cruel in its own way, it is a reminder that immortal he may be, he always has a place in your mortality.

(“what are you writing?”

“just some reminders for the day darling.”)

fortieth.

zhongli, with how long he’s been living, should have known better than to leave his possessions laying out in the open.

it’s not like he’s keeping secrets from you, but even he would go crazy if he finds a journal (of his lover nonetheless) that suggests he’s already living his fortieth life.

but you were better than zhongli at handling things like this. you were much more patient and calmer, like the never changing rivers of liyue.

zhongli tells you of your past lives for the first time, and you cry.

not because you felt trapped by loving the same person all the time, but rather, sorry that your lover had to go through all of it all alone.

(“can’t you just grow old with me?”

“believe me sweetest, i tried.”)

morax, rex lapis, jia wei, zhongli. they’re all the same. they’re all slaves to love and to the dreams of spending the rest of their lives with someone they cherish.

that night, zhongli prayed, got on his knees and begged.

once, he was an enemy of celestia. now, he falls to its feet willing to do anything just for it to grant his wish.

he doesn’t sleep, eat, or drink. he just prays.

(oh how the mighty have fallen.)

a week later, your eyes squint at him and he wonders.

“is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, and without warning you pull a strand of hair from his head.

“are you supposed to have white hair?”

zhongli, funnily enough, starts bawling.

(you never thought someone would be so happy that wrinkles are starting to appear all around his face, and how the callousness of his hands become more evident.)

forty-ninth.

fiftieth.

fifty-third.

sixtieth.

seventieth.

zhongli is able to love freely. finally.

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The Bachelors and how they’d react if you asked them to start a family

Same old same old. This post is inspired by @babiebom 's post about the bachelor/ettes and how many kids they’d have :3 I’m not really a person who is too keen on children and being a housewife, but I can’t deny that the thought of a picture perfect family does warm my heart, girlies. Enjoy 💅🏻🍼

Some answers are gender specific. I hope to anyone playing the game as a same sex couple that you can look past that 🙏🏻

Sam:

-he’d be boots the house down in total shock

-don’t get it twisted, he is ecstatic, but damn he didn’t expect it to be this soon

-of course he is excited about every life stage of his potential little ones, but he can’t wait to have someone he can teach how to skate

-„really? A-and you’re not joking or anything? RAD!“

-maybe he is a bit too excited as he‘s definitely ripping his pants off his body as soon as the message sunk in

-„Oh you didn’t mean we should start it right now? Sorry my bad 😅“

Sebastian:

-he is happy but can’t really show it

-anxiety is kicking hard rn

-it’s not that he doesn’t want this, but he has so many worries, after all he had lived through himself

-he definitely needs some time to think about this

-„Y/N, I’d really love to have this with you one day, but please give me time to adjust to this. It’s a lot for me to process.“

-he will eventually open up about it and you agree on not rushing things. If you’re an opposite sex couple, you agree on starting a family once you’re pregnant. No planning, just living and if it happens, it happens (it probably happened after like 2 months after you had the talk lol)

Elliott:

-„Heavens, Love! What wonderful news. I’ve been waiting for this moment. This will be the start of our legacy!“ (excuse me bruuuhh this is how I imagine him talk lol)

-he had heart-shaped eyes if you haven’t noticed

-as much as he loves the romance and allure of being a childless couple with a world to their feet, he can’t kick the idea of being a wholesome dad raising a curious child with his wonderful partner

-he emphasises on not rushing things as he doesn’t want you to feel pressure. He knows how stressful your job is so he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed though you proposed that idea first

-you can bet your ass you went to bed after that talk 👀 WHO SAID THAT 🤨

Harvey:

-he is a blushy mess thank you and amen

-he‘s so anxious but also so excited

-no way you actually proposed this to him. He actually accepted his fate as a childless bachelor

-but here he is, finally getting the happy little family he always wanted

-but it isn’t smooth sailing with him, oh no. You can bet your ass he has to calculate everything through before he feels comfortable enough starting to bring this wish to reality

-you know, you earn a shit ton of money but he is anxious ok. He needs to KNOW the child won’t end up homeless with nothing to wear once it’s here

-“Oh this is all so new and, I-I don’t even know how to say it without it sounding wrong. I just can’t grasp that this is happening. Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming”

-you didn’t sleep with each other that day but a make-out sess was in it. A wholesome one to say the least. This man is wholesome in my books 📕

Shane:

-the only thing missing here is that he fainted and fell to the floor after you popped the question

-say WHAT NOW?!

-no way. He probably heard it wrong. You didn’t just ask HIM to have YOUR children… no wait the other way around. This is what that question did to his brain lol

-or generally having kids together. He isn’t opposed to adopting because he fears the kids will inherit his messed up brain so taking in kids that are in need of a nice, welcoming home doesn’t sound bad either

-but no wait wait back to the topic; he’s a MESS

-he always wanted children and a family in general, the very boring ass white picket fence fantasy is what he longed for but kind of accepted that it’s something he cannot have. Well guess what…HE CAN

-“wait…did you- and you mean with me? Or is there someone else I should know about? Ok sorry bad joke. But you mean it?! Really? A little sibling for Jas🥹”

-just know this burly man started crying a river of joy tears. But once the tears dried and it kicked in 👀

-“ok if we want this to work out we gotta get to business 😎”

Alex:

-like Shane, he waited for this moment

-just he isn’t anxious like some of the others, he straight up jumps for joy lol

-“BABE NO WAY! I’ve been waiting for this!”

-he is a happy crier tho. Expect him to cry a little but in a good way

-but also expect him to propose the question of having a lot more kids in the future. He wants a football team of kids. But the amount is still negotiable of course (you gave him the “spouse stare” which made him go down a notch lol)

- he will babble about what gender the first kid might be, what he’d do with them depending on it and how he’d get them the smallest grid ball jerseys you’ll ever see because “LOOK THEY ARE SO TINY”

-like some of the others, he might be a bit too eager to start the baby project. Even if you can’t conceive yourself, he will live out that fantasy. You prepared yourself for this because it was very much predictable lol

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Benny weir x reader. Can you do one where Benny gets an online gf but have never met irl but she knows everything about the gang and him included the supernatural parts. Anyways Benny is like ALWAYS bragging about her but the gang fully just don't believe she's real. So reader flies out and decides to move to where Benny lives to surprise him. She tries really hard to wait to surprise him when he gets home from school but she just caught a glimpse of him while he was messing around outside the school and just couldn't resist running up and kissing him! Benny is? Shocked. The gang is? Shocked. Reader is? Love sick. Once Benny realized who it was he started to get so excited and not believing she was actually here all while Ethan is just like, who tf is this hot girl that's trying to get in Benny's pants rn?. And Benny has to literally make reader say she's his gf to make them believe him finally-🐇

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Summary: Benny’s friends don’t believe him when he tells them he has a girlfriend.

A/N: I��m having the reader move because of her parents’ work instead of just for Benny bc idk it feels a lil weird for a teenager to move for their s/o and not even telling their s/o that they’re moving

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School had just ended for the summer, and you were racing home. Your boyfriend had made a habit of facetiming you when you were out of school, but you were hiding something from him that you really wanted to keep a secret.

After greeting your parents, you went to your room. It was filled with boxes, bubble wrap, and suitcases. Your boyfriend couldn’t see this. It would ruin the surprise.

Suddenly, your phone started ringing. You pushed everything off your bed and ensured there was nothing out of the norm around you. Deciding that everything would look fine, you answered the phone. “Hey, Y/n!” His regular grin widened when you popped up on his screen.

“Hey, Benny!” You and Benny met last summer when he was taking a road trip and went through your town. You were waitressing at the diner he and his grandma stopped at. Usually, you’d roll your eyes whenever some rando tried flirting with you, especially when you were working. But there was just something different about Benny.

It might have been the fact that he was a warlock, but he insisted that it was his amazing charisma.

“So, how was your last day of school?” He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary with your surroundings, or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

The two of you talked for about an hour before you got a text from your mom. It said something about her needing your help loading boxes into the moving van that your family had rented. You sighed.

“I gotta go; my mom needs help with something.”

“Okay, Baby. I’ll talk to you tonight?”

“Of course, Bens.” After saying your goodbyes, you hung up and ran downstairs to help your mom.

“How was your talk with Benny?” Your mom asked as you carried a heavy box out of the house.

“He didn’t suspect a thing.” You didn’t like keeping secrets from someone you cared about, especially one this big. But you knew it would be totally worth it.

“What are you gonna do when we’re on the road?”

“I told him that people were fixing the power lines on our block starting tomorrow, so we can only text or call until the power and wifi are back on. But no facetime.”

“Smart. How are you gonna surprise him?”

You hauled the box into the van, dusting your hands off.

“Still figuring that out.”

***

After lengthy drives and your parents constantly switching between driving the car or the moving van, you had finally made it to Whitechapel, Ontario. Your dad was offered a promotion in one of the corporate offices of his company, which just so happened to be in the same town that your long-distance boyfriend lived in. To say you were ecstatic to hear the news was an understatement. You remember grabbing your phone as fast as you could, about to call Benny, when you paused. Something this big shouldn’t be told over the phone.

So you decided to just tell him when you saw him. Now, you were just debating on how to do it.

After unpacking a good amount of your stuff into the new house, you told your parents that you were going to explore Whitechapel. It would give you both time to think about how you’d surprise Benny and time to get used to your new surroundings.

Whitechapel was very beautiful when you didn’t think about the freaky supernatural stuff that your boyfriend and his friends encountered almost daily. Even if you didn’t have Benny, you think that you’d still be delighted about this move.

After walking through the park and getting lunch at some little restaurant, you decided to go by the school you would be attending after the summer. It was a decent walking distance from your new house, thank goodness. As you approached the courtyard in front of the main entrance, you heard lots of laughing and talking. There was a group of kids about your age messing around. As you caught the face of the tallest boy, you started to panic.

You must have forgotten that school was going for another week in Whitechapel. Because instead of hanging out at the park or someone’s house, it looked like Benny and his friends were just now leaving school.

If it was just Benny, you’d be all over him by now. But he was with his friends. And his friends were convinced that you didn’t exist. Sure, this could have easily been disproven by a phone or facetime call. But something always prevented you and Benny’s friends from interacting for some reason. One or the other being busy or faulty internet were the main things. But Benny had also shown them pictures of you, and they didn’t believe him.

You had to do something. You were just standing there like a weirdo while your boyfriend and his friends were messing around across the street. You needed to make a decision, either run to Benny or run away from him and figure out how to tell him later.

“Benny!” You yelled as you crossed the empty street. A look of recognition crossed his face before becoming confused. He heard your voice, but there was no way you could be in Whitechapel. “Benny!” He turned to the sound of your voice.

“Y/n?!” He shouted back with an incredulous tone. He started to run towards you, and the two of you met on the sidewalk. He kissed you the second you were in his arms. Months of being apart amplified the passion; you two didn’t even care that his friends were gawking at you.

“Why is Benny making out with her?” Ethan asked. “Who even is she?”

“Maybe he paid her a million dollars,” Erica replied, looking at the scene in front of her with slight disgust.

“Wait, you can do that?” Rory asked.

“What are you doing here?” Benny asked you, refusing to let go of you. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here?”

“Surprise.” You smiled. Seeing him on your phone was nothing compared to seeing him standing before you. He looked so pretty, especially when he was smiling at you with a smile that he only gave you. A lovesick smile, as if you were the person for Benny. “You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, but I wanted to surprise you.”

“Mission accomplished; this is crazy.” He kissed you again. “How long are you gonna be here?”

“Oh, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, Bens. Let’s just say you should change my address on your phone.”

“No way.” He muttered. “Are you serious?”

“Surprise again.” He kissed you to the point where you almost lost your breath, but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“This is probably the best day ever, holy crap.”

“Uh, Benny?” One of his friends called out, making the two of you remember that they were even there. “Wanna tell us what’s going on?” Benny turned around, you still in his hold. He brought you to his friends.

“Guys, this is Y/n. My girlfriend of almost a year that I keep telling you about.” His friends kept looking from you to him. “Y/n, this is-”

“Oh, don’t tell me. I got this.” You pointed to each person before naming them. “Erica, Sarah, and Rory, the vampires. Ethan, seer. And Benny, greatest warlock I know.” Your boyfriend blushed at the compliment and even more when you kissed his cheek.

“Right as always,” Benny said.

“Benny, you told her about us?” Sarah asked, somewhat panicked.

“Of course I did. That’s what you do with someone you’re dating; you tell them stuff.”

“Benny, I know that you’ve been pretty insistent on the fact that you have a girlfriend.” Ethan sighed. “But going as far as to hire someone and tell them very personal stuff about us? That’s crazy.”

“E, I didn’t hire her. She’s my girlfriend.” Benny groaned, frustrated that this debate was still going, even though his girlfriend was standing right in front of his friends. “Y/n, tell them.”

“I’m genuinely Benny’s girlfriend.” You said. “I wasn’t hired to do this; I’ve been dating him for almost a year. We met last year when he and his grandma were on a road trip.”

“I still kinda don’t believe this,” Sarah muttered. You shrugged.

“Well, it’s your guys’ loss if you don’t believe us, I guess.”

It took showing photos, messages, and even questioning Benny’s grandma. But at the end of the day, Benny’s friends finally believed the two of you. They apologized to you for not believing you were real and to Benny for not believing he really had a girlfriend all this time.

“So, besides thinking you didn’t exist, what did you think of them?” Benny asked you as he walked you home.

“They were pretty cool. I’m kinda scared of Erica, though. She has a very intense energy to her.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you. It just takes time.”

“How long did it take for her to warm up to you?” He sighed.

“Still working on it.”

#benny weir #benny weir x reader #my babysitters a vampire x reader #my babysitters a vampire #mbav #agaypanic

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peachhcs · 11 days

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samy was definitely excited and happy for will for the win but sad because her umich boys lost but she can’t wait to watch bc in the championship

one down, one to go

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

samy's two favorite teams are playing against one another with her favorite boys has her feeling a bit unsure because she knows one will lose and one will come out victorious.

1.2k words

guys i know bc just lost the championship, but let's not talk about that rn! instead, here's a blurb requested by multiple people about the semi finals win! i didn't get a chance to write this when they actually won a few days ago, so let's just use this to cheer us up about bc's loss :(

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samy didn’t know how to feel seeing her michigan boys crumple to the ice while her boyfriend celebrated in victory with his teammates. the final buzzer left umich with nothing on the scoreboard and boston with an overwhelming four points. the girl’s gaze flicked between ethan and mark in an emotional hug and the freshman trio screaming up at the boston fans who celebrated their victory with them.

she saw will skate her way, so she hopped towards the glass separating her from the ice. the boy’s large smile was quite infectious as he pulled his helmet up revealing extremely sweaty hair. the girl returned his smile—seeing him so, so happy filled the same emotions into her own system despite feeling bad for her michigan brothers.

“we won!!” will yelled.

“i'm so proud of you. congratulations!” samy yelled back. a giggle escaped her lips when the boy tossed over a puck—something he always did for her whenever they won a game.

“meet me outside of the locker room in like thirty minutes?” the boy wondered and she quickly nodded. will blew her a kiss before skating back to his boys so they could head into the locker room.

the smile never left samy’s lips watching her friends happily make their way down the tunnel, yet it faded when she finally caught gazes with ethan and mark. the two older boys managed weak smiles in her direction as they passed by her section.

it was so hard having her two favorite teams play one another in the semi finals because she knew one of them would move on and the other would have to go home. it was even worse when a lot of the michigan boys were leaving for their nhl contracts and wouldn’t be ever playing at michigan ever again.

samy followed will’s parents into the main lobby where nearly every family waited for their kid to emerge, some ecstatic while others stood near the back with solemn expressions. the youngest hughes went to her phone, texting her parents and brothers updates about the game.

“jeez, i feel like i don’t know if i should be sad or happy,” hannah found the brunette in the crowd. the two girls shared gentle smiles as the both had similar mixed feelings about the end of the semi finals.

“i know. duker’s last game, right?” samy wondered and hannah nodded.

“it’s so, so sad, but i’m also really happy for will and them.”

“tell me about it. second year in a row michigan got out in the semi finals,” samy thought back to last year’s game and how incredibly emotional everything was because luke got on a plane to new jersey immediately after without much warning.

“yeah, that was luke’s last game last year. god, i remember that,” hannah frowned a bit.

some of the michigan guys emerged from the locker room. the expressions on each of their faces were so heartbreaking and ones samy knew all too well. her and her team were destroyed after losing the ncaa finals back in december.

ethan and mark came out after one another. the brunette watched as they hugged their parents close by before finding her gaze again. all three of their faces held soft expressions as samy went to them. ethan collected her first in a tight hug.

“thanks for coming, squirt.”

“i’m sorry you lost. it was a hard game. you guys played well,” samy looked between him and mark. the two older guys nodded.

“get ‘em next year, right?” mark laughed sadly as he collected luke’s baby sister into a hug too.

“right. one more year, yeah?” she knew mark and ethan were staying on one more year to finish out college, but that seemed so much closer now that the season was over.

what would she do without them for her last two years of college?

in the mist of their hugging, the bc boys came out of the locker room in hollers. their parents greeted them in the same manner. samy glanced at the two older boys—the look in her eyes asking if it was okay if she went over.

“go, he’s probably looking for you,” ethan snickered, earning a playful eye roll from the girl.

“you sure?” she wanted to make sure they’d be okay.

“positive. we’ll be fine. go celebrate with your boyfriend,” mark grinned.

she finally took their word for it and broke away from them. it didn’t help that she wasn’t that tall to see through the large crowds. a lot of parents pushed themselves closer together as their kids came out leaving the paths to get through narrower and narrower.

“samy!” will’s voice echoed through the commotion of everyone else.

she finally saw his tall figure that was no longer in his uniform but a loosely put on suit. as soon as the crowd broke, she jumped into his arms. he swung her around, loud laughter falling from their lips in joy.

“i'm so proud of you, will. you guys played so well,” the girl gushed.

“couldn’t have done it without you. you’re my good luck charm,” the blonde littered a hundred kisses onto her cheek as he couldn’t contain his excitement nor the adrenaline rushing through him.

he’d be riding this high the entire night.

samy blushed deeply at his words and in response, will pushed his lips onto hers. he didn’t care that there were families all around them and everyone was watching. he didn’t care about the looks from others around them. all the hockey player cared about was winning the semi finals with his girl at his side.

will pushed his tongue into her mouth, lips molding into samy’s like they were made for each other. his grip was nearly bruising, but the adrenaline in both of their systems was enough to make it invisible.

loud whistles finally pulled them apart where ryan and gabe watched their friends a few feet away. even mark and ethan who caught a glimpse of the action let out their own hoots for the couple. a deep blush spread across samy and will’s cheeks.

“i would tease you guys, but since we just won, i’ll let it go for now,” ryan grinned.

“congratulations, guys. you guys played so well,” samy pulled the two boys into a hug.

“thanks for skipping class to be here,” gabe smiled.

“of course, i wouldn’t ever miss this,” she rubbed each of their arms before letting them be whisked away by their parents again.

will’s arm snaked back around her waist, putting her attention back on him, “thanks again for being here. i’m sorry about michigan.”

samy’s eyes drifted towards ethan, mark, moldy, seamus, nazar, and moldy all lost in the crowds with their parents. it brought back memories of last year again with luke losing his last ever game with his college team. athough, this year, those sad memories were slowly being replaced with happy ones as their kiss from a few minutes ago replayed over in the brunette's head.

getting to share the celebration felt like such a privilege.

“they’ll be okay. i can’t wait to watch you play in the finals,” samy grinned back up at her boyfriend whose eyes never left hers. his lips curled upwards, another smile dancing across his features.

the hockey player planted a tender kiss to her lips, more loving and slower as he finally slowed down to take everything in. the adrenaline in will’s veins fizzled as samy's lips intertwined with his. her fingers slotted themselves against cheek making the boy grow dizzy with lust.

"i love you, sweet girl," will mumbled into the kiss.

he felt the smile on samy's lips grow larger hearing his words, "i love you more, will. thanks for letting me share this moment with you."

the young couple shared warm smiles with one another, finally pulling apart for now knowing they'd have a lot more time back at the hotel.

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #bc hockey #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #will smith hockey fluff

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lovesickonmybed · 5 months

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ok hi!! hello first person i’ve seen on tumblr to actually embrace their wedgie kink. seeing you back had me ECSTATIC. so obsessed with your bully!perv!eddie rn… it has me LIGHTHEADED, the way you write degradation is unbelievable.

that said, i have this thought that i can’t get out of my head that im inclined to share w/ you. if you’re not into it, no pressure! still, picture this:

bully!perv!eddie putting you in a shoulder wedgie under your clothes and making you go through your school day like that. every wince of pain belongs to him, is because of him, and in a way he gets off on knowing that you won’t take it off when he’s not around. you’re too scared of the punishment, too scared of disappointing him. just thinking about him pulling you into corners and untucking your shirt or yanking up your skirt to make sure you’re EXACTLY how he left you. . . then rewarding you for being so good once the days over. . . worse if he makes you get out of them by making you tear them off of yourself before he rewards you.

sorry eddie and wedgies make me horny.

so glad to see u back!! 🐛

I’m hoping that posting my wedgie Eddie brain rot will get others to feel more comfortable posting it too because I know I’m not the only one on here into it. I love writing degradation and humiliation so much, it comes so easy to me. (Which says so much about me lmao.) You can send me anything wedgie related and I will more than likely be willing to write for it! I’m gonna be posting a thing for requests soon that’ll have some boundaries laid out but this is perfect and definitely going to be what I think about when I’m bored at work lmao. I thought this would be short but it’s almost 2k words lol.

Nsfw under the cut!! Warnings for humiliation, degradation, dub-con, wedgies (duh), and slight voyeurism and exhibitionism.

Eddie would find you in the morning before school, he knows you get to school early to read in the library so he’d have no problem finding you. He’d drag you with him to the janitor’s closet with a big smirk on his face. He instructs you to remove your shirt and then laughs, “You better hope you’re wearing a stretchy pair sweetheart, because this is going to hurt.” He grabs the sides of your waistband, pulling it up slowly so that you can adjust to the pain. You wince and whimper as he stretches the fabric until your leg holes are pulled up onto your shoulders like suspenders.

“You’re gonna keep this on all day for me sweetheart, if you don’t then I’ll know. I’ll check. If you take it off then you’ll be punished, got it?”

You nod but that’s not good enough for him, he pulls one of the leg holes back and then lets it go so it snaps back against your skin, causing you to yelp. “Answer me verbally, sweetheart.”

“G-Got it,” you mutter.

Eddie smiles and kisses your forehead, “Good girl, now get dressed and go back to the library like nothing happened. I’ll see you again later today to make sure you’re being good.” He walks out of the janitor's closet to let you redress. You wince in pain as you lift your arms to put your shirt back on and when you bend down to pick up your backpack. Every move you make forces the fabric deeper between your cheeks and lips and you wince every time it happens.

After second period Eddie delivers on his promise to check up on you. He pulls you aside as you’re walking to your next class and pulls you into an empty classroom with him. “You been a good girl for me, nerd?” He asks, shoving you up against the wall playfully, grabbing your backpack off your arms, setting it down for you.

“I-I’ve been good, haven’t taken it off, Eddie,” you answer.

“Oh, have you? You been a good girl and kept your little wedgie in? I’ll see for myself, nerd.” Eddie sinks to his knees in front of you and lifts your skirt up, smiling when he sees that you’re still wearing your shoulder wedgie. He flicks your wedgied cunt and smiles when you jump. “Knew I could trust my little loser, got her trained just right, huh?”

“Yes Eddie,” you nod meekly.

Eddie grabs your face and pulls you in for a quick kiss, pecking your lips softly. “Good little loser, I’ll see you again at lunch. Meet me here again, okay sweet girl?”

“Okay,” you smile.

Eddie hands you your backpack and gives you a slap on the ass before leaving the room.

You rush to class, wincing in pain with every move, biting your lip when the fabric shifts just right against your clit. Eddie catches you doing it during 4th period, he loves how you look trying to hide your pain and pleasure in front of everybody. After 4th period he grabs you by your arm leading you into the same empty classroom from earlier. He takes your backpack once again, setting it on a desk. He leans against a desk and smiles, “Turn around and bend over for me, nerd.”

You sigh and do as he says, as you bend over you gasp in pain as the wedgie in the back worsens. Eddie smirks and comes over to slap your ass, “Stand up for me.” You stand back up and he pulls you tight against him.

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you up against him, “You’re such a little goody two shoes, fuck I love it. You’re so good, you wanna follow every rule you’re given, even the ones given to you by your bully. That’s pathetic, baby.” He slips a hand into your shirt and twists your nipple harshly, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Does that hurt, loser?”

“Yes! Fuck hurts so bad…” You respond.

Eddie grabs the front of your panties and pulls up hard, causing the fabric to sink deeper into you. You let out a moan and he holds you tighter so you don’t fall over. “Good girl, you think you can get through the rest of your day like this for me?” He asks.

“I’ll try for you…”

“What a good little loser you are…now get to lunch nerd, I don’t want my little toy to be wedgied on an empty stomach,” Eddie puts his hand on your lower back and leads you out the door.

You sit with your regular friend group at lunch, trying your best to not squirm in front of them. Eddie watches you closely to see if you make any attempt at all to take out your shoulder wedgie but you don’t. He checks on you again after 6th period, pulling you into a mostly empty hallway and backing you into a corner. He lifts your skirt and you squeal and pull it back down. He laughs and pins you against the wall, leaning in close to your ear. “You shouldn’t be so loud, people are gonna start looking sweetheart,” He teases, pulling up your skirt again to look at your wedgied cunt.

“Stop pulling up my skirt!” You whisper-yell, pulling your skirt back down and trying to hold it down.

“Let me get a good look then, nerd. Be grateful I’m letting anything into your little cunt, yeah?”

“Okay…” You mumble in an annoyed tone. Eddie grabs your face with one hand and makes you look at him.

“You don’t talk to me with that tone, you’re lucky I’m not making you walk around with your panties pulled up over your head for everyone to see,” Eddie whispers angrily, “Thank me for letting you have something you can hide.”

You're silent at first but Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you and you talk, “Thank you for giving me a wedgie I can hide…” You mumble. He nudges your ankle with his foot.

“What else do you wanna thank me for, loser?” He asks.

“Thank you for…for letting anything into my…” Your face heats up with embarrassment, “into my cunt…” You’re squirming with embarrassment and Eddie is eating it up.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it, nerd? Get to class, I’d hate to see you get detention.”

You go off to 7th period and you spend the rest of the school day waiting for it to be over. You’re horny and annoyed and embarrassed and you just want Eddie to take care of it. Finally, the bell rings releasing you and you go off to find Eddie, it doesn’t take you long. He’s out by his van, smoking a cigarette while talking with Gareth and Jeff. He looks up and notices you, signaling for you to come over. You walk over nervously, Gareth and Jeff’s eyes are on you. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “We’re gonna head out boys, I’ll see you tomorrow for Hellfire,” Eddie says to them. He leads you over to the passenger side and opens the door for you. When you climb into the van, he pulls your skirt down before shutting the door. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you yelp and pull your skirt back down.

“Eddie what the hell?!” You exclaim as he gets into the driver’s side, laughing his ass off.

“I was being too nice today, I had to make up for it somehow,” He laughs.

“I’ve had a wedgie since 8am, that isn’t exactly nice,” You retort.

“Well, you’ve also been wet since 8am so you’re welcome,” Eddie says as he starts up the van.

When you get back to his trailer, he runs over to your side to get the door for you, he helps you out of the van, grabbing you by the back waistband as you jump out, worsening your wedgie. You’re whining and whimpering in pain, hands flying back instinctively to fix the wedgie but Eddie grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back. “Don’t give in now sweetheart, you’ve made it so far I’d hate to punish you now…” He frog marches you inside the trailer and brings you into his bedroom.

“Strip for me, but keep your wedgie in,” he commands. You feel his eyes on you as you set down your backpack and strip. You start with removing your shirt, then your bra, then your socks and shoes, and lastly your pretty little skirt. Eddie steps forward, smiling, “You want me to take this off for you now, nerd?” He pulls one of the leg holes back and lets it snap back against your skin, making you gasp.

“Please, please take it off me,” you plead.

“This might hurt a bit,” Eddie says before grabbing the back waistband and pulling as hard as he can. It’s beyond painful, it’s the most painful wedgie he’s given you yet, but as the fabric presses rough against your clit, it doesn’t seem so bad anymore. You squirm in his grasp, whimpering pathetically. When the fabric isn’t ripping, only a few thread popping, he takes things to the next level. He grabs you by the leg holes, lifting you into the air and beginning to bounce you, this causes your panties to rip quickly. You feel an intense pain in your lower region as the panties rip, but you can’t help but moan. It feels so good every single time you’ve felt a pair of panties ripping inside of you, it’s unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. You’re addicted to the pain of it. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist when they rip, catching you and laying you down on the bed.

“You did so well, I can’t believe you kept it in all day, you were so good sweetheart,” Eddie praises you. He runs to the bathroom and runs a cloth under cool water, ringing it out and then coming back into the room, he presses the cool cloth against your puffy red cunt. You shiver from the cold but smile as it soothes the ache.

“Feel good, honey?” He asks sweetly, grabbing your hand and rubbing circles into your skin.

“Mhm, thank you, Eddie,” you reply.

“You think you could handle a reward, sweetheart? I wanna eat you out for being such a good girl today.”

“I could definitely handle a reward,” you chuckle.

“That’s my girl.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #bully!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #mean!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #wedgie kink #imagine

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junicult · 8 months

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I love how you write harvey sm!!! You had me swooning with every words !! So sweet, short, and straight to the point but very flavorful and entertaining! i'm so happy i came across your blog !

I have a prompt that u can feel free to use!

What do you think Harvey is like when he & the farmer just got married? For example, is he very timid that he couldn't sleep when next to the farmer? Is he very hesitant to hold them? Or other things u think/headcanon? Would love to read your thoughts! Thank you so much for your time !!<3

!! harvey as your new husband

contains ; domestic fluff. another post of me rambling lol. entirely sfw! gn!farmer / gender is never implied. short drabble.

note ; i’m in a harvey brainrot rn that every time i try to sit down to write for the other bachelors, i just end up staring at my screen doing nothing 😓

when you were only dating, it wasn’t rare for harvey to come over while you were working after he found some time of his own.

even once, after you invited him over and sighed about how dirty you felt the cottage was since you hardly had time to clean—he became accustomed to do so just for you.

bringing over his own cleaning supplies just to sweep the dust, help with laundry, clean your kitchen and make dinner for you.

and he didn’t even mind doing all of it, just to help you lift the weight of your chores.

so after that one time, and you came home to see a squeaky clean home, and your excellent boyfriend after a particularly exhausting day—you could’ve cried.

not to mention, he goes the great mile. those large yellow gloves over his hands, non-slip shoes and a hardware apron over his clothes so he wouldn’t get himself dirty.

some may say it’s a bit dramatic, but he says prepared.

anyways, it became a routine he was fond of doing.

harvey came over a lot. to the point where his own house didn’t really feel like home anymore.

he hated those nights when he couldn’t come over, forced to sleep in his own bed without you by his side. it would take him longer to fall asleep if he couldn’t feel you next to him. he probably had to hug a pillow just to feel something lol.

so when you got married, it’s safe to say he was ecstatic to be moving out of his lonely apartment. especially when you made time to come help him, packing stuff in boxes.

it really made him realize how life changing it is. to see you labeling each box, sorting through his cds and tapes while talking about your future together.

“i think these would look nice in our living room, i could move my bookshelf over and we could squeeze this in…” you ramble on, face full of concentration.

it made his heart gush, even just hearing you call it our living room.

when you’d “ooo” and “aaa” at items of his you looked forward to decorating the house with, and “uhh” at the ones you didn’t. he couldn’t possibly be upset, if anything, he’d laugh at your honesty. there’s nothing that’d make him upset right now.

so when you were finally married, you had to work but he spent the majority of the day squeezing his stuff into the house like you both planned, it still felt right.

you didn’t have to be beside him, helping him unbox for him to be happy. he found everything seemed to fit in place.

settling in didn’t feel as much of a task as you both thought it’d be. there was always a cloud of sadness when he’d have to leave, so finally that experience was tarnished after the knot was tied.

there’s no leaving anymore, because he always comes right back.

at this point, his nerves being around you were fizzled, but of course he still got butterflies when he’d see you.

any moment he was intimate with you still made him feel much younger with the way his heart would pound and his palms would grow sweaty. even if you were just leaning in to kiss him.

so the first night you two were living together as a married couple—i don’t think he’d be so nervous.

or at least, not nervous in a bad way.

“which side of the bed should i sleep on?”

“harvey, we’ve slept together before. this isn’t new.” you tease.

“well we’ve never slept together as a married couple who lives in the same house. this is the start to the rest of our lives, i want to make sure we’re making the right decision,” and after he realizes what he implied, he’s widening his eyes and shaking his head, “no! not like that! as in, what if i sleep on the right side, but i sleep on my right side so my back is always turned to you—“

“harvey, honey…i’m not going to be mad at you if i wake up and you’re not facing me.” you giggle.

he really knows how to overthink everything.

but once you’re finally tucked in bed together (you on the right, him on the left) i don’t think he’ll overthink at this point.

by now, you’re both so in love that he doesn’t second guess reaching over to hold you anymore. he doesn’t need to rethink all of that.

when you latch onto him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him—he’s bound to get butterflies. you may even hear his heart beat a little quicker. but he’s not shy to give you the same treatment.

if he could, he’d hold you all day. he never wants to let go.

#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mail 💌#✎ drabbles !#no thoughts just harvey #i’ve started like 3 asks & all i could write for them is harvey #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x reader #sdv bachelor hcs

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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headcanons for roman confessing his love to you???? ur one of the only ones putting out REALLLL succession fics rn btw ….. ur numba one 🏆

this ask literally made my day like wdym I’m number one 😚 blushing and giggling and kicking my feet I’m so so happy you think so xx

literally psa i LOVE answering asks like these (and asks in general) PLEASE keep leaving them I love talking to all of you 🩷

thank you for requesting, I love you anon <3

confessional: roman

ᝰ you’re childhood friends through kendall

ᝰ even though you’re roman’s age, you and kendall had somehow become friends on a playground

ᝰ you were chasing each other around the slides

ᝰ roman was sitting with his mother, looking sad

ᝰ you’d shuffled up to him and asked him if he wanted to play

ᝰ he did

ᝰ you’d been inseparable since

ᝰ you were best friends all the way up until college, when unfortunately, you went two different directions

ᝰ he went to usc, you stayed in new york at columbia

ᝰ you spoke as much as you could, over the phone, over text

ᝰ you didn’t know it at the time, but his entire college experience, he missed you so fucking desperately

ᝰ when he came back from college after graduating, you both spent like two years working together, once again inseparable

ᝰ while you’d had a tiny crush on him through the years, it turned into head-over-heels in love with him during this two year stint

ᝰ like you were always together

ᝰ you went on unofficial dates

ᝰ you'd go to theme parks, ride roller coasters together

ᝰ he'd always hold your hand on rides

ᝰ he said he was scared; you knew he wasn't

ᝰ but you never called him out on it

ᝰ you love the way your hand fits in his

ᝰ like it was meant for just you

ᝰ he spent days upon days at your apartment

ᝰ when he got upset, or too overwhelmed, he was at your door

ᝰ and you were always, always there for him

ᝰ you’d spent countless nights pressed up together on his bathroom door

ᝰ you stroking his back, murmuring soothing words

ᝰ “roman, you’re worth so much, you mean the world to me, you’re not useless, you’re my best friend…”

ᝰ you were both falling hard for each other

ᝰ but then his dad sent him back to the west coast

ᝰ he stayed in california for like four years after that, working at waystar with frank

ᝰ you missed him badly

ᝰ but he wasn’t very good at expressing he missed you, too

ᝰ neither of you had ever gotten the time to visit

ᝰ so when you got word that he was transferring back to new york, you were ecstatic

ᝰ he only sent you his flight information

ᝰ because you’re the only one he wanted to see

ᝰ at the airport, you run across the terminal to get to him

ᝰ he drops all of his things to hoist you into his arms

ᝰ he breathes in your scent

ᝰ he’s dreamed of this

ᝰ when he’d get overwhelmed or had nightmares, his brain would trick him into thinking he could smell you

ᝰ it comforted him

ᝰ four years without the love of his life

ᝰ he wasn’t planning on confessing, but he was in too deep

ᝰ he yearned and ached for you too much while away

ᝰ “i’m so fucking in love with you,” he murmurs into your hair

ᝰ you don’t say anything and just kiss him

ᝰ he throws his arms around you again, keeping you close

ᝰ “don’t ever leave again,” you tell him, tearing up, head buried in the shoulder of his jacket

ᝰ “i swear, i won’t. i’m staying with you. you’re my life, now.”

ᝰ he doesn’t find a new apartment

ᝰ he just moves into yours

ᝰ and you couldn’t be fucking happier

ᝰ a few days after his arrival, you come home to a mess of rose petals

ᝰ “i tried making it romantic…”

ᝰ he rolls his eyes at his own work and takes your hands

ᝰ “it obviously didn’t work,” he tells you, “but it’s about time we have a proper date.”

ᝰ you capture his lips in a long, desperate kiss

ᝰ “you’re it for me, ro. i love you.”

ᝰ “i love you too. i love you more. i love you so, so fucking much it makes me sick.”

ᝰ he kisses you again

ᝰ “but i also love you so fucking much it makes me dream, it makes me hope, and it makes me love my fucking life. i love you, y/n.”

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Astray (Ao’nung!)

Ao’nung x Metkayina Reader

part 1

Synopsis: You’ve been in love with Ao’nung since as long as you can remember. And for just as long, he’s constantly pushed you away. He’s made it clear he doesn’t want you. Yet when the Sully’s arrive in Awa’atlu and the eldest boy shows an interest in you, Ao’nung starts to regret his actions.

warnings: angst, bullying.

a/n: I’m obsessed with Avatar rn & I couldn’t not write for my two boyfriends lmao

You see him roll his eyes before you’ve even approached him on the sand. Brushing the wet curls away from your eyes, you smile widely at the Olo’eyktan’s son, the same boy you’ve known since the moment you could walk. You’re aware he isn’t too fond of your presence but you’ve done your best to befriend him regardless. Being practically like a sister to his own Tsireya, that factor made it slightly easier to get closer to the boy. But still your attempts never flourished into anything besides you left feeling foolish and embarrassed.

Everytime you’ve suggested doing anything alone with him he either shrugs you off or avoids contact with you before you can even try. You’ll be making a direct beeline toward him and he’ll already be turning in the other direction, hastily trying to catch up to Rotxo and the other boys. His coldness toward you is paired with the usual ‘banter’ you share, in which he insults you and finds new ways to tease you. Anyone with good sense would find this treatment unappealing but you held out more hope for Ao’nung than he deserved.

“Ao’nung!” You call out as you step from beyond the water to approach him. The look on his face already tells you enough but you ignore the signs, ecstatic that you’ve finally caught him alone. He’s usually swarmed by Roxto and the other boys in the Reef, their uneasy presence making your job harder.

“What do you want?” He tuts, his forehead creased as he wears an agitated look on his face. You ignore it, yet again.

“I—I didn’t see you earlier at breakfast. Just wanted to talk, that’s all” You hum, your eyes lowering from his intense gaze, fiddling with the beads on your necklace nervously.

“That’s because I was hiding from you” He snickers, kicking the soft sand with his foot as he turns to glance at the marui pods at the village.

“I have an important meeting to attend to with my father. Meet me back here at night fall. We can talk then” He hums with a slight smile on his face. Before you can even respond or question his sudden act of kindness he walks off back to the marui pods and leaves you speechless.

He’s never suggested meeting you at night before, his request is strange but you don’t question it— instead you thank Eywa for finally blessing you with this. It’ll be a way forward for the two of you and maybe Ao’nung would finally feel the same way about you. A smile grows on your face as you make your way back to your own marui pod, butterflies already raging in your stomach as you thought about all the possibilities for tonight.

You wait for your parents to drift off into deep slumber before you finally leave your pod, glancing at your parents one last time before you quietly tip toe out onto the walkway. You hear your heart pounding in your ears as you walk along the beach, the waves crashing against the shore as your feet leave imprints in the sand. You feel confused as you see no sign of Ao’nung, standing exactly where you had talked earlier— you hoped he was just waiting to sneak out.

“He’ll be here soon” You try to reassure yourself as you wait a little while longer, your fingers tightening around the necklace that rested against your chest.

Defeated after waiting for what feels like an eternity, you finally stand and dust the sand from your legs before you decide to just go back home. Perhaps he couldn’t leave his home, you understood how strict his parents were, being a child of such important people to the village, you were aware of how hard they were on their kids.

As you’re walking back from where you came, you hear someone laugh from behind you. Confused, you turn— eyes meeting Ao’nung's who laughs cruelly as he stares at you. He isn’t alone, Rotxo and two of his other friends are with him and they begin to circle you.

“I told you she’d fall for it” Ao’nung smirks, closing you in so you’re completely surrounded by his friends.

“This isn’t funny guys. Leave me alone” You stutter out, almost losing your footing as you’re constantly moving— trying to find a way out of this.

“You didn’t want to leave Ao’nung alone— so why should we?” Rotxo snorts before he shoves you slightly by your shoulder, you stumble— causing them all to laugh.

“You thought he’d finally confess his love for you? I see you— is that what you want to hear from him?” His other friend mocks you, the sound of his words and the truth behind them causing your face to warm in embarrassment.

“It’s true. Look at her she’s blushing”

“Please just let me go home” You mutter, growing overwhelmed by the boys that surround you. You felt like you were being suffocated, struggling to breathe as they held you hostage.

“You’ll leave me alone from now on. You won’t follow me around like a little baby anymore and you’ll stop clinging onto me— understood?” Ao’nung says lowly as he steps closer to you, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he utters his words. You nod silently, holding your breath as you wait for him to finally pull away.

“Freak” He chuckles before he pulls away and uses force to push you— causing you to stumble and collide onto the sand with a loud thud. Your face hits the ground first, the impact causing you to feel winded and your new wound to throb instantly. You feel hot tears trail down your face as you watch them leave, laughing amongst themselves as they playfully push each other.

You knew he didn’t like you but you never thought he’d do something so cruel. You’ve been nothing but kind and caring toward him and he repays you by throwing it in your face like this. You no longer saw a boy you longed for, you had once dreamed of being his wife but now you saw nothing for the two of you. You meant nothing to him, you only realised that now. How foolish and naive could you have been.

Your hands shake as you reach for your beaded necklace only to find the space absent on your chest, your eyes widen as you quickly shift onto your knees— tears clouding your vision even more as you realise your necklace was broken. The one your mother had painstakingly pieced together for your twelfth birthday was in ruin— the beads and shells strewn across the sand.

You sniffled as you picked up every piece you could find, wiping away the tears from your face with the back of your hand as you did. You barely slept that night, your tears never ending as you replayed every moment again in your head.

The next day you pretend as though everything is normal, you lie to your parents saying that the scar on your forehead was from a graze against coral during your dive. They don’t question it and neither does Tsireya when you meet her after you’ve eaten.

“So clumsy, my sister. Please be more careful” She tuts as she smears some of her mother’s paste over the cut. I smile at her as she lovingly cares for me, far more than her brother ever had.

You pretend he doesn’t exist, seeing as the village isn’t extremely big— you were bound to run into him and his friends. You combat this problem by doing exactly as he asked, you stopped glancing at him— looking at him altogether. You wouldn’t run up to him to try and gain mere minutes of his attention and you didn’t bother suggesting anything anymore. You stopped trying to exist to him.

Ao’nung noticed the drastic change instantly. You didn’t cling onto him or call out to him unnecessarily. You didn’t even glance his way once— not even when he called out to Tsireya to ask her a question whilst you were right by her side. You just focused your attention elsewhere until he walked off.

He should feel relieved. He is to an extent, this is what he’s wanted for years. You’d finally stop nagging him and he could finally find another woman in the village to connect with without you being on his tail. He should be grateful it’s stopped, but he doesn’t feel as satisfied with the change as much as he thought he would.

It was tradition for you to eat with their family every second day, you had been doing it since you were little and Tonowari and Ronal welcomed you with open arms. You were practically like their third child and the sister Tsireya didn’t have yet. Ao’nung is confused when he enters his family’s murui pod and notices that you aren’t there.

“Where is y/n?” Ao’nung questions as he reluctantly sits down in his usual spot. Tsireya is unphased as she answers, too focused on cooking the last of the fish.

“She feels sick so she’s not coming. I’m taking soup for her later”

Ao’nung already knew you weren’t sick and it bothered him slightly that his words would cause you to distance yourself from his family— sure he’d be there but he figured he’d just stay clear of your way. He ate in silence that night, his mind too plagued with thoughts of you to try and converse with his family over dinner.

It’s been weeks since the incident and you’ve managed to keep up with your silence toward Ao’nung. You haven’t spoken a word or barely looked at him and it’s grown easier as the days have passed. You’re wading in the water with your ilu, hand caressing it’s head delicately as you enjoy the fish that swim around you. You wait patiently for Tsireya beside her pod, huffing as you wait longer than you expect.

“Apologies my sister— I was showing the Sully’s some of the village” Tsireya apologises as she stands on the dock, the Omatakiyan kids following behind her. You had heard of their arrival just a day ago but you were out diving when they had first shown up so you missed the theatrics of their arrival.

You introduce yourself to them and they do the same in return, your eye catching onto one of them in particular— one who seems to be the oldest. His eyes were glued onto you first, a look of awe on his face that caused you to look away shyly.

“They will swim with us today. I figured we could both help them…along with Ao’nung and Rotxo” Tsireya says lowly to you when she swims toward you, still keeping a close eye on the Sully kids who paddle toward you. You huff when you see Ao’nung and Rotxo approaching the water, you turn before you can gain his attention and focus on Tuk who’s splashing around.

“You’re a graceful swimmer” Neteyam says after we’ve all swam a few meters away from the marui pods. He purposely lagged behind the group to swim with you, the gesture causing your chest to warm. You smile at him as you stop swimming, causing him to do the same.

“Thank you— I never used to be. I splashed around too much, apparently I looked like I was drowning half of the time” You chuckle, earning a laugh from the older boy.

“Mistakes are what made you such a good swimmer today, you would’ve never learnt without them” Neteyam says wisely.

“You’re definitely the oldest. You are by far the wisest” He smiles at your words before questioning you.

“Do you have siblings of your own?”

“Sadly, no. I was the only child my parents managed to bore. I see the love you share between your siblings, I adore it very much” You state, noting the way there seems to be a glimmer in his eye from your words.

The two of you talk for the rest of the lesson, finding out more about each other bit by bit. Both of you learn more about the forest and Sea people and the way you both grew up— fascinated by the differences between the two. In all honesty you were too engrossed in your own conversation that you had forgotten about the lessons— unlike the others who watched you both from afar.

“I doubt Neteyam learnt anything. He’s been too busy making heart eyes at your friend” Lo’ak teases as he states the obvious infront of the whole group who sit on the rocks away from the water. Ao’nung’s feels his hands ball into a fist at the sight, growing irritated by both of you. The Sully boy had been here for merely a day and he had already won you over. Ao'nung silently wishes it were him that is making you laugh, the reason you wear a smile so big. He looks away bitterly, concealing the fact he's bothered by it.

"You breathe from here" You instruct, mirroring the actions Tsireya had been using on Lo'ak. You notice the way Neteyam's face warms at the feeling of your hands on his skin, his breathing hitching slightly under your touch.

"Just as Lo'ak is doing.... good, just like that" You hum, praising the boy in front of you. You're unaware of the eyes of the boy you had once begged Eywa to court you burning on the sight of you. Ao'nung couldn't tear his eyes away from you, he needed to interfere somehow-- he had seen enough.

"Perhaps I need help with my breathing as well y/n" You hear Ao'nung tease you from across the rocks you're all grouped on. You give him a deadpan look-- your hands still on Neteyam's torso.

"You're not funny" You scoff before turning back toward Neteyam, muttering besides I would let him drown, causing Neteyam to let out a laugh. Ao'nung catches the sight of that, huffing in annoyance he stands to leave.

The days pass and you find yourself growing closer to Jake Sully’s eldest son. You mentor him during your lessons, swim with him even after you’ve finished for the day and explore the reef with him. You both skip dinner most nights to spend that time together— something that his siblings now tease you both about. When you’re together you don’t miss the way he gazes at you longingly sometimes, admiration in his eyes as you show him the beauty of your home.

“Do you miss your home?” You question him as you both sit on the sand, legs practically touching as you both face the water.

“Yeah, I do. The forest was all I ever knew— I didn’t know how beautiful the reefs are. But I’m grateful in the change, it’s led me to you” Neteyam hums and you feel a smile creep onto your face as you glance at him— his eyes already focused on your face.

“You’re a sweet boy, Nete” You lean your head against his shoulder, harnessing the warmth on his skin for your own.

“Meet me here at night. I want to give you something” His words remind you of Ao’nung’s the night he lead you astray— lied to you and embarrassed you in front of his friends. Although you’ve only known Neteyam for a short time, you knew he would never do the same thing.

You agree to meet later before you depart, humming to yourself as you make your way to the chief’s marui pod. You felt guilty for skipping dinner with their family for so long so you decided to attend tonight— despite the fact you didn’t want to see Ao’nung, you would bare his presence for them.

“I see you have been getting along with the Sully boy quite well” Ronal hums as she passes the woven basket full of food to you. Ao’nung scoffs at the mention of Neteyam— silently swearing he would drown him the next chance he gets.

“Neteyam is kind to me and he makes me laugh. He’s a good friend and he’ll be useful here. He’s already learning well” You hum, smiling to yourself at the thought of the boy you were going to meet tonight.

“He’s a forest boy. I still think he’s useless” Ao’nung laughs, forcing you to avert your attention to him. Finally. He thinks to himself, this is the first time tonight that you’ve actually bothered to look at him.

“Skxawng. You’re just jealous y/n found someone better than you” Tsireya hisses at him, causing him to give her a warning look. Before the arguing can continue any further, their parents demand they end it and eat in peace. You stay longer than you expect, busily talking to Ronal and Tsireya— you don’t realise that it’s night fall already and you cut your time short.

“Sorry for leaving so suddenly… I forgot my mother wanted me to help her with weaving” You lie, offering an apologetic smile to the family before you hastily leave their marui pod. Ao’nung eyes you as you walk off, unaware he’s even watching you— you don’t bother pretending to walk back to your own home.

You’re pulled away and pushed up against a mangrove tree beside you, the suddenness causing you to feel winded almost as you try to make out who’s attacked you. Before you can even let out a sound, their hand clamps over your mouth. It’s far too dark to make out who it is but you recognise his features and the way his hands feel.

It’s Ao’nung.

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