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iaeriy · 4 months

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bad days, huh? // fermin lopez x reader

summary; when your boyfriend looses a match so the only option is a stress reliever.

warnings; spanish translated sentences, oral sex; f&m! rec, unprotected sex, angry fermin!, angry sex, after care.

word count: 2.5k !!

a/n; NOT PROOFREAD. soo, finally a solo fermin fic yayyy! this took two days surprisingly, christmas eve and christmas.. i just finished right now && I DONT LIKE IT. now i will be HOPEFULLY fixing my masterlist and adding more stuff to it. anywhoo, hope you enjoy! 🎀

not too long ago you were watching the girona and barçelona match, knowing girona were doing good the season, there was already bad luck for barçelona. shot, after shot after shot from fermin and the others, the game ended with 2-4, you knew you’d be getting an upset fermin or just a non talkative fermin. you turned off the match the second they lost, you had texted fermin but you got left on opened, so there was your sign. an upset fermin, who knew what’d he be bringing home with the energy. now, you were currently laying on your bed, the lamp being the only source of light after you were writing on your book marking some pages, you grabbed your phone opening it and still no message nor call from him. the sounds of cars driving by and just the wind hitting by the window were heard, everything around you was quiet until the second the door was opened then slammed loudly, you sighed before flipping the page off your book as fermin walked in and looked at you, your eyes peeking out the book as you looked up at him. “no me mandaste mensaje de regreso..” (you didn’t send me a message back..) you said as he looked at you, “¿tuve que hacerlo?” (did i have to?) he said walking to the bathroom putting his stuff in the closet, you sighed putting your book down, rolling your eyes before you got up walking to the bathroom, “no..ni te importa..” (no..you don’t even care..) you mumbled as he looked at you, “como que no me importa? obviamente tu crees que estoy en buen humor.” (what do you mean i dont care? obviously you think i’m in a good mood.) he said before you looked at him, “mkay.” you said walking back inside the room before he slammed the bathroom door again, you got in the covers as you heard him turn the shower on.

you got in the covers laying down as you went on your phone, scrolling through instagram. nothing but a bunch of posts about today’s match, you looked at the bathroom door before you pulled off your shorts, now being in the tanktop and your panties as you grabbed your book again, filling in some of the pages. you were reading through before the door opened again after a few minutes, your eyes slowly peeked out of the book watching fermín walk around shirtless. you bit down on your lip before putting your book away, inside the nightstand drawer before you went on your phone. he was wearing just sweats and no shirt before he laid next to you going on his phone as well, you looked at him at the corner of your eye. he was definitely upset, you had something in mind but it was already late, “so no me vas hablar? o te vas a quedar callado como pendejo.” (so you’re not going to talk to me? or are you going to stay quiet like an idiot.) you said putting your phone away as he looked at you, “mejor cállate la boca.” (instead shut your mouth.) he said as you tilted your head, “en serio?” (seriously?) you said before he went quiet, the volume of his tiktok just being heard before grabbing his phone placing it on your nightstand as you cradled his lap sitting on his crotch. “talk to me..” you whispered cupping his cheek as he looked at you, you looked at him rubbing his cheek with your thumb, his breathing getting louder before he flipped you over. you giggled as your back hit the sheets, your head resting on the pillow, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closely, leaning into his ear. “take it out on me..i want to feel you..” you whispered as he chuckled, “works with me.” he said as you kissed him deeply, he kissed back holding onto your waist.

your lips moving with his as he pressed his body against yours, you felt his bulge slightly growing as you moaned once he bit down on your lip, his tongue slipping inside your mouth tongue fighting with yours. you smacked his arm before he pinned your hand above your head, you whined before he grabbed your chin pulling away from the kiss. “what’d you tell me? that i was allowed to take it out on you, i’m in charge. not you.” he said before you rolled your eyes as he slapped your hip, grabbing you from your back before he laid down. you were now on his lap, you looked at him before he tugged on the shirt, you swallowed nervously now thinking. what did you get yourself into. he lifted it up slightly, your boobs barely bouncing out as you slapped his hand off. “slappy much today?” he said, you attempted to crawl off before he pulled you down now infront of his bulge. you looked up at him as he chuckled at your reaction, “it’s not going to suck itself preciosa.” he said as you swallowed down your saliva before you pulled down his joggers, his cock aching under the fabric before your hands wrapped the hem of his boxers, pulling them down as his length sprung out now laying against his tummy. you licked a long stripe around his length as he groaned tugging your hair slightly, his hand wrapping behind your hair holding onto the back of your head as you stroked the rest of his cock that you couldn’t take in your mouth, his groans began getting louder as your tongue hit beneath his balls, you held in a gag. “fuuuck cariño..” he said before pulling your shirt up as your boobs popped out, you pulled your mouth away taking your shirt off as he smirked at your actions before you placed your mouth back around his length.

you continued bobbing your head as spit trickled down, you held onto his thighs before he sat up, he pushed your head down. your head bobbling deeply as you gagged around him, your tongue swirling around the base before more spit trickled down to his balls as you moaned around him. your heart fluttering and your pussy throbbing at the sounds of his groans and low moans, he thrusted his hips up into your mouth as you moaned around him again. your eyes tearing up at the burning sensation in your throat, you gripped onto his hips. “i-i ca..can’t..” you gurgled out before he pulled his cock out your mouth, you coughed as spit fell from the corner of your lip. you looked at him before he sat on his knees, “go on..” he said as you widened your eyes nodding your head, you wrapped your mouth around him again before he pushed your head down again thrusting his hips into your mouth, he began to fuck his cock into your mouth as you gripped onto his waist before he slapped your hand off. “remember what you said earlier? hm?” he said as you gagged around him before he pulled out your mouth, a string of saliva around the tip as you spat on his chest before he glared at you.

“en serio?”(are you serious?) he said as you swallowed down nervously before he pushed you down you were now laying against the pillows, your lips all plumped and your eyes glossy from the sensation. he opened your legs, spitting down onto you before he rubbed himself against your folds, a whine escaping from your lips before he slid himself inside your glistening hole. you arched your back at the stretch as he groaned out feeling you tighten up at first, “w-wait..” you said as he shook his head, “can’t.” he said before thrusting into you, pushing your hips down as you moaned loudly trying to cover your face into the pillows before he grabbed your jaw staring down at you, “you agreed to this. now deal with—“ he pulled your hips up looking for that specific spot, “—it.. s-so fucking tight.” he said groaning loudly before he thrusted harshly as your eyes rolled back with a moan of his name, your hands gripped onto the duvet as you felt him thrusting deeply into you, his hips thrusting slowly and hardly into you causing the bedboard to hit against the wall. you bit down on your lip as he fondled with your boob, “so glad i-i have you.” he whispered before burrying his face into your neck, thrusting into you. your legs slightly opening up even more as your cheeks tinted pink at the sound of your wetness combining with the sound of your skin slapping against his pelvic bone. your hands running down his back, scratching his back when you felt the tip of his cock hit your g-spot as your legs wrapped around his waist, his thrusts getting deeper. your moans getting louder as you whined in between your moans, “i-i need..m-more of..y-you..” you murmured as he chuckled, “mi princesa..” he whispered into your ear as you breathed shakily.

he continued thrusting as you shook your head he continued thrusting as you shook your head, he pounded into your g-spot over and over and over again. the butterflies in your stomach overwhelming you before he backed away from your neck, he chuckled before throwing both your legs onto his shoulder. the angle making it much deeper for him a groan spilling mouth as he watched your facial expressions. your brain was fucked out, your moans mewling out const even stopping. you cried out as he lifted your hips thrusting into your spot, you were about to bury your face into the white pillow before he grabbed your chin you look at him, you looked up at him. your eyes all teary as you saw sparkles in fermins eyes, you whined as he chuckled, “look at me hermosa..” he said as you nodded your head, your stomach starting to slowly warm around your lower area before he felt you tighten up around him, “close aren’t you?” he tilted his head as you nodded your head, he chuckled lowering down to your height as he kissed your forehead before he held onto your your hips, penetrating mercilessly into you as you choked on the air, “fermin! o-oh my g-god!” a whiny sound escaping your lips as he gripped your boobs slapping them, “so glad we agreed to this..fuck..” he groaned feeling you tighten again as you whined, his thrusts getting slower and harder at you tightening around him.

“i..i’m close..”

he pulled out before you whimpered at the emptyness, “why’d y-you..stop..” you said attempting to catch your breath before he pulled your legs off his shoulder as he kneeled down now infront of your clit, licking all over your juices. you screamed the over sensitivity starting to hit you as he sucked around your clitoral area, his tongue licking around your folds as your hand gripped onto his damped hair. “i-i can’t..f-fuck!” you screamed as you rolled your eyes at your orgasm, your hips lifting off the bed as he held onto your ass. you rode out your orgasm as you laid there, thighs shaking and your breathing being heavy.

he grabbed your waist turning you around to your stomach as you swallowed nervously, you moaned as he slapped your ass cheeks, “you don’t under-” he said pushing himself in, pulling his hips out before slamming his hips back in harshly, first time. “-stand, how much i tried.” he said as you moaned loudly into the sheets, your face burrying in the mattress before he pulled out again, “fucking..shot after—“ he said before slamming himself again, second time. a scream escaping from your lips as you gripped the sheets. “—shot after shot, i never made it in.” third time, as he said before thrusting harshly into you.

you screamed out yet again. you were slowly recovering from your previous orgasm, he was definitely angry.. as you were left with no time to adjust, no warnings. no nothing.

“i-i saw..” you said breathlessly as you moaned loudly at him pounding into your guts, you were biting into the sheets as he pounded harshly into you, pushing your back further as he gripped onto your hips tightly. his free hand slapping your ass taking his anger out on you as he chuckled, you were slightly shaking at the pain that wasn’t really turning into pleasure. “even the keeper tried to argue with me.” he said thrusting his hips in and out of you as he spoke, you gripped onto the duvet as he continued drilling his hips into you. he sneaked his hand under your tummy before his fingertips gazed across your clit, slightly rubbing on it as you shrieked, his hand rubbing in circles as he pounded himself into you. you moaned into the duvet as he rubbed your folds, suddenly you were at a frenzy. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body trembling and your eyebags all wet. he continued thrusting into you as you felt him twitch before he smacked your clit harshly. you screamed as you jolted at every thrust, you were crying underneath him as your moans covered the sounds of your sniffling before he began thrusting his cock sloppily inside you, “dios mío, estás temblando tanto.. joder! voy a-“ (oh my god, you’re shaking so much.. fuck! i’m going to-) he said before he shot his loads inside you, his cum filling you up before he pulled out as you fell on your stomach, you had your cheek resting on the duvet as he looked at you, “ven..” (come here..) he said as you sat up, your body all shaking and limped before he pulled you closely, carrying you to your spot on your bed before he laid next to you.

your head was resting on his chest, hearing his heartbeat pounding quickly as he was trying to recover from the session, you were somewhat still slightly tearing up as he looked down at you. “está bien..shhh..estoy aquí contigo..” (it’s okay..shh.. i’m here with you..) he said wiping your tears with his thumb, he kissed your forehead as you smiled lazily. “no te duele?” (does it hurt?) he said as you nodded your head, “p-poquito..no m-mucho..” you murmured, nuzzling your head against his chest, he chuckled rubbing your back in circles with his thumb as you smiled. “gracias por pensar en esta idea..” (thank you for thinking about this idea..) he said as you kissed his cheek, “mmmm..te a-amo..” (i love you) you said as he looked down at you smiling at your tone, “te amo mas preciosa.” (i love you more pretty.) he said before you rested your head on the pillow, he burried his face into your neck as you giggled as you heard him fall asleep, his hands wrapping around your waist as you two dozed off soundly.

#fermin lopez fanfic #fermin lopez one shot #fermin lopez imagine #fermin lopez smut #fermin lopez x reader #football imagine #football x reader #football one shot #football smut

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tojisbbg · 11 months

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𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆!

❝but, you’re my baby, and i love you so much!❞

♡ rin itoshi ♡

a/n: i kept getting tiktoks on my fyp of this trend and i couldn’t help but think of him.

content: rin itoshi x reader, established relationship, gentlelover!rin, reader is a little mean, very fluffy, kinda short, not grammatically checked.

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it was almost nine and you were stressed.

every little thing in this entire world was pissing you off because you couldn’t finish this stupid fucking project your professor decided to assign you this morning. to make things even better, it’s due before the beginning of class the next morning and it’s group work.

surprise, surprise! your group mates are shit and the responsibility of the entire project was now shoved up your ass.

how beautiful.

you were barely finished with the other assignments that you received from your other classes, which meant that you’d have to pull another all-nighter.

who the absolute fuck told you that it got better in college? ‘cause right now you want to kill yourself.

you were trying to reach over to grab your binder when suddenly your hand knocked over the cup of coffee you had on your side. you gasped as your eyes widened.

it spilled all over your laptop.

“no, no, no!! fuck.” you panicked, quickly ripping a bunch of tissue to wipe the liquid away without getting it further into your device. and just because god loves you so much, your phone began to buzz.

you groaned in annoyance, leaning over to swipe the decline button. you upsettingly sighed, seeing that your laptop was already starting to malfunction, which meant that you were screwed.

“ugh, what the fuck, man. i’m gonna end my life, i swear.” you grumbled to yourself. your phone began to ring again and your face had a scowl painted on it as you roughly grabbed the small device, swiping green.

“y/n?” the familiar voice on the other end called out as you received the call.

“yes, yes, what is it rin? i’m really busy right now and your constant calling is wasting my time. couldn’t you have just texted me instead?” you snapped at him, making him become silent for a few seconds and he was trying to process what the hell was going on.

“are you okay? you seem upset.” rin responded in a worry tone, making you roll your eyes.

“no, rin. i’m actually so happy right now that i can die. whatever, why did you call?” you decided to cut to the chase, figuring that it was no use of getting too distracted right now.

“it’s fine, i’ll see you at home.” he shortly said before hanging up, leaving you with your mouth open.

“then what the fuck was the reason for calling me?!” you yelled at your screen, which was pointless because your lover wasn’t on the other line. you angrily slammed your phone on the table before going back to your mission of trying to revive your laptop.

about thirty minutes has passed and you gave up on your laptop, deciding to finish your paper assignments first and then try again later. you furiously scribbled writing on your assignments, your handwriting progressively getting sloppier and uglier as you bullshitted them.

you no longer cared if your work was absolute doodoo, you just wanted to get it done and over with. so invested in your work, you didn’t even notice when rin slipped inside your shared apartment.

he usually had soccer practice which ended later on the day during the weekdays. the 6′1 striker entered the kitchen, rummaging through some things before his footsteps came towards where you sat.

“this shitty ass laptop still won’t work!” you whined, banging your fists on the keyboard in frustration as you felt like ripping your hair out.

rin pulled the chair next to you out so that he could sit down and watch his very stressed and mad girlfriend work.

“wanna talk about it, baby?” rin finally got the courage to break the thick silence that was fogging up the entire room.

“no.” you sharply answered back, your tone nearly slicing his heart.

“you sure? taking a small break wouldn’t hurt.” he softly suggested, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair. for some odd reason, his persistence was getting on your nerves and you would then do something that you knew you’d instantly regret if not now then later.

you angrily shoved off his hand, making rin look at you with a shocked and confused face at your unusual behavior.

“for fucks sake, leave me alone! can’t you see that i’m trying to finish my work? you don’t have to worry about college like i do because you have your entire future set by kicking a stupid ball. i don’t! so just fucking go, rin!” you yelled at him, watching his face fall as he stood up from his chair. suddenly, the words on your tongue died down, your throat becoming dry.

fuck.

you knew you messed up real bad, but the damage has already been done. rin let out a heavy sigh before looking down at you with sad eyes.

“okay, i’ll stop bugging you. also, your laptop most likely won’t turn back on, so stop wasting your time on bringing something back after destroying it. just use mine, it’s in my duffle bag.” rin dryly spoke before turning his heels, walking towards your shared bedroom before you heard the slam of the door shutting, making you flinch.

“fuck you professor, i hope your wife leaves your for another man.” you swore under your breath, closing the lid of your dead laptop. you walked towards the sofa where rin’s duffle bag was, opening it to pull out his laptop for your use.

you walked back to your spot, turning on his device to begin working. it was almost midnight, so, if god was on your side then you could hopefully finish the project by two in the morning.

as soon as the laptop turned on, the first thing you were met with was his wallpaper which was set as a collage of your photos. you couldn’t help but take in a few minutes to stare at it, and as each minute passed, your heart began to ache even more.

you knew that rin didn’t deserve to hear those words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from saying those awful things to him in the heat of the moment. shaking your head to shoo those distracting thoughts away, you retracted your focus back onto your project.

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you finished typing the last word on the report and you could almost shed happy tears. you were finally done with this shit, your hands shaking and your eyes begging to close. without hesitation, you submitted the work. who cares about checking for grammar issues when your soft bed was calling out for your ass.

“not bad, it’s only one-thirty. hm, i guess i should eat before going to sleep since i’m kinda hungry.” you talked to yourself, shutting off rin’s laptop as you lazily made your way to the kitchen to fix yourself up some instant ramen.

your eyes fell on the white plastic bag on the kitchen counter, an eyebrow cocking upwards as you curiously opened the bag. you gasped as you realized that it was your favorite takeout.

“oh my god, i’m such a piece of shit.” you whispered, head hanging low as you thanked the heavens for blessing your with such a loving and kind boyfriend whom you didn’t deserve at all

you eagerly reheated up the food in the microwave before speed walking back to the dining table. you settled your food down on the table, allowing it to cool while your pack your bag and put rin’s laptop on charge so that he could use it for his classes tomorrow.

after eating and cleaning up, you decided to skip your usual night routine since you were pretty tired. you quickly brushed your teeth and went straight to the bedroom.

you quietly opened the door, noticing how the lights were off and the only source that was providing some form of light inside your room was the small lamp on the side.

tiptoeing to your side of the bed, you slipped under the covers as you sat up, leaning against the headboard. you could hear rin’s soft snores coming from the side, the cute man sleeping on his back as he faced the ceiling.

your eyes scanned his features, which every nook and cranny of your brain had memorized. he looked so cute while he slept and an overwhelming wave of sadness hit you like a tsunami as you recalled the way you treated him earlier on the night.

tears began to sting your eyes as guilt washed on your face, the warm liquid streaming down your face. without thinking twice, you climbed onto him as you straddled rin’s waist before hugging his sleeping form, burying your teary face in the crook of his neck while you sobbed.

feeling the wet and warm tears stain the flesh of his neck, rin began to squirm in his sleep as he groaned.

“what the hell?” rin groggily said, opening his sleep filled eyes as he saw a lump on top of him shaking and crying. he wrapped an arm around you before carefully sitting up, leaning against the headboard as he rubbed your back.

you decided to face him, even though you knew you looked hideous. you face was probably wet and red like a tomato.

“oh my god, you look even cuter now!” you cried even harder after taking one look at him, leaving rin nothing but confused as fuck. you peppered his face with kisses before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. you squeezed him closer to you until it was humanly not possible.

“i’m so sorry, rinnie! i was such a jerk to you all night because i was so upset about my stupid project. it’s just everything was getting me so mad ‘cause my group mates ditched me and my dumbass spilled coffee on my laptop, a-and the-then i-” you were choking on your tears and words from crying and talking to fast.

“shh, it’s okay baby. i’m not upset because you reacted that way, i know you were stressed. we’re okay, y/n.” rin’s words were gentle as it helped you calm down from your crying frenzy. you raised your face up to look back at his face, seeing a soft and warm smile painted on his lips as his gorgeous teal eyes sparkled with love.

“i know but you’re my baby! and i love you so much! god, i was so mean, how could i even say those things? i’m so, so, sorry, rinnie. i shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you i’mtheworstgirlfriendeverohmygodwhydon’tyouhateme.” you ugly sobbed, your words weren’t even coherent as rin couldn’t help but chuckle.

he knew that you didn’t mean those words and he also knew that this would happen as well. once again, your gentle boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand.

“ahh, what a crybaby. hm, you can make it up to me by giving me a smile. i want to see my girlfriend smile before i go to sleep, not in tears.” he playfully said, as you lifted your head to meet his eyes once more. the sight of such a domestic scene made your stomach fill with swarming butterflies.

fuck, you just wanted to marry him.

“i’m gonna eat you up if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” you poked his chest, making him laugh as wiped away your tears with his fingers.

“and exactly how am i looking at you?” rin asked and you mumbled.

“like you wanna grow old with me until i die.” you bluntly responded, making his smile widen.

“and what if told you that it’s exactly what i want?” he gave you a cheeky grin, making you blush as a giggle left your lips.

“then what’s stopping you, idiot? marry me! i do, i do, i do!!” you exclaimed before crashing your lips with his. you placed your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him closer to you as both of your lips molded into each other’s. rin’s arms securely wrapped around your waist, following the rhythm of your lips.

the kiss wasn’t intense, it was sweet and lasting with a touch of innocence. it was a kiss in which you both enjoyed each other as lovers. and you loved this feeling, the feeling of breathing, tasting and touching him.

your sweet, kind and gentle lover, itoshi rin.

pulling away, you looked at him with adoring eyes, swiping away the strands of hair that covered his eyes. rin looked at you like you were the most beautiful and important thing in his life.

to which you were.

“i’ll make you my wife and keep you in my heart forever. i love you so much, y/n.” his heart swelled with his love for you. your eyes nearly shape shifted into hearts upon hearing his words.

“i love you more, rinnie.” you smiled, placing a smooch on his lips, purposely making noise as he chuckled.

“come on, let’s go to sleep. you have class early in the morning, i don’t want you to fall sick.” rin said and you nodded, the both of you getting comfortable on the bed. you scooched closer to your boyfriend, wrapping all your limbs around him as you placed your head on his chest. your ear was right on top of his heart, hearing the thumping noises of his heart beating.

it brought you peace to know such a perfect man existed, alive and in your hold right now. his pulse lulled you to sleep and soon enough, you were knocked out.

rin glanced down to his chest and saw you fast asleep, his lips curling upwards as he bent his head down to place kisses on your lips and forehead.

“oh, before i forget.” he leaned over to grab your phone, unlocking the device as he went to the submission box of your project assignment. he unsubmitted the report, going to the title page as he erased the names of your group members. a satisfied smirk was plastered over his face as he resubmitted the finished project that had just your name on it.

“tch, not giving those fuckers any credit for what was all you, my love. sleep tight.” he said before ending his words to himself with a yawn, his own eyes feeling heavy. you were very warm and soft, which meant that rin would be out like a light soon as well.

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pray4byron · 2 months

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Hey Mio-!!! I know your reqs are closed rn so I'm really just leaving this here so I don't forget the idea, but I saw a tiktok that inspired meee and I was thinking what ab a reader who accidentally confesses to Vox/the hazbin people when drunk and based on their reactions maybe thinks they're turning the reader down but they aren't oki bye bye have a good weekend!!!

-🍂anon

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 + 𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐬 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

a/n: hello 🍂anon!! i’m so sorry i kept you waiting on this, i couldn’t stop procrastinating it 😭😭 also i’m sorry if vox seems more mean then normal, i feel like i’ve been writing him too victim-y and at the end of the day he’s an asshole too and i tried to show that. but i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of alcohol/being drunk/drinking/etc, profanity, mentions of sex (no smut), vox being a bit of an asshole <;/3

proofread: HAH! no. (heh, your loss) someone tell me you got that reference 😭😭

including: charlie, vaggie, angel dust, husk, lucifer, vox

tags: hazbin hotel, fanfiction, x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞

girl is flabbergasted. i mean, she’s always heard the term ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’ or something like that, but she’s surprised you would say that to begin with — true or not.

but obviously, she feels romantically about you, so if it wasn’t true and it was just something you blurted out whilst drunk, she’s gonna be a bit upset

so she tells you, if you really feel that way, you can tell her when you’re sober, and she puts you to bed :)

𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

she can only maintain her calmness for so long until she simply loses her composure, she’s not good at hiding her true feelings and/or thoughts for an extensive period of time

vaggie makes sure you get to bed safe, but she doesn’t bring up until you’re fully sober, she wants your recovery from your hangover to be stress-free and relaxing — not anything that could make you distraught

although, she may or may not dote on you a little extra the next morning…

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

angel knows what it’s like to say something you weren’t ready to whilst under the influence, he’s done it more times then he’s willing to admit

so he’s (as sweetly as he can be) stern about being 100% sober whilst making decisions to blurt this kinda stuff out

deep down, angel knows it’s true, he knows you wouldn’t lie to him about smth like that, drunk or not — but he can’t help but in awe in a way

like he’s a famous pornstar, you don’t love him for his money or body or looks, you love him for being anthony, and not angel dust, and he’s simply not used to it

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤

husker is a bartender, he’s heard everything in the book, exceeeept someone drunkenly confessing to him while he’s serving them drinks after a shitty night

it’s safe to say… he’s cautious, he’s seen a lot of drunk people do a lot of dumb shit, so he’s unsure if confession is as sincere as it can be

first, he wants to make sure you’re in the right mind before he even thinks before saying he feels the same, he’s been hurt a couple times, and he’s not ready to go through that again, whether he admits it or not

it’ll probably take him a few days until he brings it up, he’s the kinda guy who wants to reflect before making big decisions

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫

honestly, lucifer is probably the most shocked out of all them, after being divorced for seven years, possibly more, the guy eventually thought he was gonna be forever alone, especially considering he’s the literal king of hell

the thought of that you’re drunk and may not know what you’re getting into doesn’t even cross his mind, he’s had few interactions with women tbh, and most of them were mainly sexual (like with adam’s wives)

so he gets all giddy and happy and accepts your confession immediately ! it doesn’t hit him until a few months into your relationship that he probably should’ve waited until you were sober LOL

𝐯𝐨𝐱

vox, like angel, has never had someone genuinely confess their love to him. he’s had an on-and-off sexual relationship with valentino and gotten creepy love letters from fans — but that’s about it

honestly, as shitty as it he can’t help but take advantage of your drunken state, just slightly.

he sorta feeds into any praise you give him, and will lowkey force it out of you, his ego needs to be fed and it’s only getting started

let’s be real, vox isn’t the most perfect guy around, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t hold a soft spot for you, although, at this point, a solid relationship cannot be promised :(

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hoonvrs · 11 months

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FLOUR FOR YOU — enha hyung line

req for 1k event!

PROMPT [ one, 12 ] cupping your partners face in your hand before kissing them [ two, 5 ] smiling excessively, naturally and so easily around you

PAIRING enha hyung line x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 1.2k

S. NOTE this just made me wanna bake knowing i’ve never baked a day in my life. also lets ignore how each drabble starts with their name

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung knew you were easily influenced by a few videos, so when you suddenly announced your new interest was baking it didn’t come as much of a surprised. although, it took a minute for him to convince you to try baking cookies instead of a two-tier vanilla cake that you were convinced you could hack. now you’ve been in the kitchen trying to follow a ’15-minute cookie recipe’ that you found on tiktok.

for the last two hours.

“babe! they’re finished! come try them,” he heard you shout. he approached warily knowing that cooking wasn’t one of your strong suits, so maybe he didn’t have much faith in your baking either.

he walked in to see a tray of cookies placed neatly on the counter, “wow. they actually look good.”

“you have no faith in me,” you tsked, pushing him to sit and try them, “quick, try one, and be honest.”

he plucked a cookie from the batch, and cautiously bit into it. if you hadn’t been dating heeseung for a while you might’ve actually believed he liked it. unfortunately, if there’s someone, he can’t hide his true feelings from, it you. you caught the way eyes slightly squinted and struggled to swallow the cookie, “it’s bad isn’t it.”

“no, no! its good,” he grimaced, trying his best to not upset you even though his face showed everything you needed to know.

“i’ve already tasted it love, i think i mixed the sugar with salt,” you giggled, seeing the look of realisation fall on heeseungs face.

PARK JONGSEONG

jay was known as the self-proclaimed chef in enhypen and in your relationship. he would always offer to cook you different recipes he found online, and you repay him by baking some sweet dessert as a thank you. the roles of baker and cook had never switched between you two, content with the role each had. you had dabbled in cooking before which didn’t end well, so you lucked out with having jay as your boyfriend.

until two seconds ago, when jay came home declaring he wants to try make brownies cause the boys said he’d be a terrible baker. jay refused to believe baking was any harder than cooking and wanted to prove it.

even though you offered to help, just to instruct him through it he refused, convinced that he could ace it on his first try. so you left him to his own accord, waiting patient in the living room until he finished.

“it’s done!” he yelled, running over to you on the couch with the brownies still in the tray he baked them in with two forks stick out, “let’s try it at the same time.”

as he finished getting seated beside you, he handed you your respective fork with determination, “get ready to be replaced as the baker in this relationship.”

“yeah, okay.” You dismissed him, both going to take a bite out of jay’s ‘masterpiece’ – his words not yours.

jays eagerness slowly dissipated as soon as you both took your first bite. It wasn’t inedible exactly, just not completely edible. you could see the disappointment take over his face, “how about i make a new batch and you can pretend you made them to the boys, hmm?”

“you’re the best.”

SIM JAEYUN

jake instantly knew something was off the second he saw you in the kitchen surrounded by baking trays and ingredients. you’ve always had a habit of baking whenever something stresses you, which seems to be more often than not these days.

“hey pretty, what you doing?” he rounded the counter to have a better look at what you’re doing, softly placing his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m making cupcakes.” you answered, aggressively stirring your spatula through the wet batter before an intruding hand dipped in and smeared the paste onto your nose.

you turned to see jake giggling, hand covering his mouth as he slowly backed away from you. so, you did the next best thing. you dug into the bag of flour, picking up a handful, throwing it directly at his face.

he stilled for a second, processing what you had just done before speaking up, “oh, you’re on.”

thus, ensuring a full flour fight with heaps of the powder being thrown around, coating every surface white including both you and jake. your laughter could be heard through all the shuffling and playful wrestling, and although you were covered head to toe in flour, jake though you looked so beautiful.

he preferred to see you with a wide smile on your face instead of the frown and furrowed eyebrows you were sporting beforehand, and he found his body moving on its own. he slowly approached you, cupping your face in his hands gently before pulling you in.

kisses with jake were intimate, always starting slowly and usually ending in either him or you in a fit of giggles refusing to separate from the others lips, and this one was no different.

“never thought I��d see a flower covered in flour.”

“corny, boo!”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon and you decided to try out baking together. every saturday, you both meet up in your apartment and try out a new recipes, sunghoon likes to call it ‘couples therapy – baking edition’, it has confused a lot of your friends.

today, you two decide to tackle the task of icing a cake. apparently, baking the cake itself and decorating it all pretty was too much work, so you both bought two premade plain cakes, and whoever decorated it the best got to grant the winner a wish.

“i’m making mine red, so you better not copy me,” he smirked, snatching the red icing right out of your hands to try to irritate you.

you scoffed, grabbing all the colours you needed, “fine, i’m going to make mine blue. don’t be jealous when it’s better than yours.”

“you wish,” with determination and enough competitiveness between you both, you began decorating your cakes. well, until you ran into a problem.

“babe, are you sure you cut off all the tips of the piping bags? this one won’t come out.”

sunghoon looked over to see you struggling, “yeah i did. maybe if you’d come to the gym with me you’d be able to squeeze it out.”

“stop bringing that up! i’m never going to the gym with y-”

silence fell onto your kitchen after hearing a loud pop cut through the air. you heard screeching laughter before you even realised what had happened.

looking down to see the navy icing was not only in the piping bag, but over the counter and all over your shirt. sunghoon couldn’t even hold himself up from how much he was laughing, bend over with one hand on the counter and the other holding his stomach.

his laughter rang like music in your ears, a rare sound you don’t hear too often in public where he’d rather giggle quietly behind his hands, but this one was your favourite. where he suddenly loses all composer and collapses in on himself, screaming obnoxiously whist simultaneously tying to catch his breath. worrying but impressive.

maybe a ruined t-shirt was a worthy sacrifice to hear him laugh this freely around you.

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sevenpoyo · 8 months

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some brooklyn slang ik for all the ppl who wanna write for miles and kilometers‼️

feel free to add more idk everything but i i am originally from there and visit a lot this stuff i hear a lot and if you wanna add slang to ur writing this is a good place to start, not all of these brooklyn or ny exclusive but that’s where a lot of american slang starts and u prolly heard some of it b4. imma list it ne ways

don’t use like 8 of these in one sentence bc it will sound weird and i can’t really cover ny puerto rican slang or any puerto rican slang really bc my grandad is a bum so if you know some add it

the city is manhattan, not the other 4 burroughs, just manhattan, cus that’s where everything’s at

to cut ass is to roast tf out of someone , to get your ass cut is get tf roasted out of you

wyling/wilding is being outta pocket, something being absurd or crazy

yeah nah means no and nah yeah means yeah idk why they gotta make it complicated just look at the second word

good looks is like good looking out

it’s bout to be winter and i’m bout to see mad christmas fics and shit but do y’all know the proper way to describe cold ny winters?

if it’s cold as hell, it’s brick outside, not regular cold, ny winter is like nipples so hard i see em thru the bra cold

ex; “how it’s so brick outside i walk to the store wit my hair wet and it deadass got icicles in it” “yeah it’s fr brick outside today” “i’m not walkin wit u in this brick ass weather for a bacon egg and cheese?” (actual convo between my sister and me last winter break)

fronting seem kinda easy to me but is like acting or pretending i can’t explain it with out an example

“why you fronting like you wouldn’t die if they text you asking u to go out with them” “you can stop fronting like you like cars it cool if you don’t” “don’t sit there fronting like u don’t wanna dance wit me”

being tight over something is just being upset or annoyed

rj is so smart they said “We say tight bc you kinda huddle close to yourself when you tense/stressed or angry” i had no idea i just be saying it i aint know it had a reason💀 it make sm sense now.

“who got you tight like that this early in the morning?” “my momma came home tight yesterday for no reason, she threw a boot at me!” “i’m so tight this damn shift change has me working all closers this week”

jack is like claiming someone or something

i talk old as hell idk what the youths be jacking nowadays

cop is basically to get, used to be mostly 4 drugs back in the day my dad said (he don’t know why im asking him this)

“just copped me some retro 3’s” “bout to cop me a few percs in a minute”

speaking of a minute, mostly for my non americans bc that’s who get confused the most when i say this one. depending on the context this can mean a actual minute, a short time or a real long

“i’ll be back in a minute” is short “i ain’t seen y’all in a minute” is long. idk how to explain the difference besides context

bop is a good song, pretty easy but i see ppl on tiktok use it wrong

bangs/banger goes hard is kinda like bob for music but i be using it for anything fr

“this push pop is banging yo”

mad can be used normal like angry but it also means a lot or really kinda like hella ig? i usually uses hella when i would say mad so ppl can understand me easier up here

dumb also mean very in the same way

ex; “my english teacher give out mad homework for no reason.” “she be giving me mad shit over the smallest stuff” “i just had some mad good wings so i’m cooling rn” “this shit is mad spicy u sure you want some?” ''This shit got me dumb tight'' “you don’t need no jacket it’s dumb hot out here”

smacked is like high as fuck idk how to elaborate ur just high

lit is drunk

“Yuuuur!'' A signal, a greeting usually used to catch the attention of someone or something very fun greeting and very hated by schools, it’s weird anywhere outside of ny kinda at least to me.

being hollywood means u get a little fame and think ur all that or just that u got a little fame and they’re jokingly hating

ex; “i saw u on the news the other day, “the prowlers return” u must be real proud of yourself huh hollywood?” “and here comes hollywood wit his trending tiktoks”

real talk is when ur about confess something or say something serious in a not real serious setting or convo

“real talk we play a lot but i love you, my life would be boring with out you around” “real talk i’d never do that to you foreal”

go together is like go out kinda, y’all kinda match behavior cus y’all a couple, this one need a sentence 2 i think. (THIS ONE IS OLD AS HELL ONLY USE IT IF UR TRYING TO RIZZ MOMMA RIO)

“he want ur number? he don’t know we we go together or sum?” “why she wanna act like we go together, ion even know her?” “don’t we go together?”

i can’t even explain it with a sentence y’all just gotta figure this one out 💀

A bodega/deli is a convenience store ik most know this from the movie but some ppl think it’s all stores or all spanish stores when it’s just a corner store

the owners of the deli closest to my granddad house is muslim. and so we keep track of all muslim holidays when he’s closed

an ock is the bodega man, miles knows the man’s name at the deli we see him visit, but at any other store he’d call the guy ock

dipping on someone is changing ur mind last minute, usually canceling plans

ex “we was supposed to go get outfits together but they dipped on me last minute”

staticky is like wanting to fight or still being pissed after a fight

static is beef or on sight energy

you good can really be anything but imma list ones i can think of

it can mean like are you ok? or don’t worry about it, or how are you, or stop, or do you got a issue? or do you want an issue? it’s all in the tone of how it’s said fr

'Word of my moms/dads I saw/ did/did not *insert topic*'' Honest term, no lying present in statement i feel like (my cousins be putting anything on they momma fr risking shit on her for no reason)

'hold it down'' handle buisness / take care of someone or something. can also be in refrence to criminal who handles ''buisness''

NOW EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO @rashadisback BC HE CARRIED ME ON THIS‼️

i hope this helps any writers that don’t live here!

#42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv

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foreverisntenough · 1 month

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestions, smut love bombing, occasionally sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 20 - ‘You’re Mine’

“C’mere yeah? Don’t be silly.” Trent pulled you towards him in a direction away from the bar and other people.

“I’m not, it’s just still weird sometimes for me that’s all. I don’t think you understand.” You said in much more of a serious tone than he was expecting, shaking your head refusing to look him in the eyes.

“You actually upset right now?” He probed as his brows furrowed confused that you’d be jealous over him taking a picture with a fan especially after he just told you all the things he had planned to do with you once you got to the bedroom. It didn’t usually phase you. You’d oblige and happily take the photos for fans knowing you’d be the one sleeping next to him but seeing women touch him in front of you so blatantly stirred something inside you a lot more recently.

“No, but if random men just stopped me for pictures while I was out with you and had their hands all over me… would you be happy with that?” You snapped back spelling out the reality of why this did bother you a little. Imagining the roles reversed sent Trent’s brain spinning.

“They’re not all over me...” He paused looking into your eyes trying to assess if a fight was unfolding. “Men aren’t fucking touching you. That’s not happening is it? These girls… nothing. Don’t worry about it. It’s me and you.” He said, pressing a kiss to your hair trying to calm this conversation down. You didn’t want to fight back, explain to him that ultimately it was starting to bother you how anonymous you were. A fight wasn’t a good idea in the middle of his tournament, out with other people, away from home, drinks involved it just wouldn’t end well so you bit your tongue.

England was hosting a party for the families before the knockout stages began that night and the boys were granted a few days off. You weren’t nervous per say but it definitely stressed you out thinking about potential conversations about your relationship. How vocal was Trent about you to his teammates? You were uneasy at the thought and uncertainty. For some reason the anonymity of you to the public was starting not to sit right. It was some comfort that Jobe was also with you, it kind of diluted the fact you were walking into an event with two players that had curated quite a cult following online, knowing the team followed them religiously with cameras. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that helpful to come with Jobe because he was falling into their wake, he just was too young for people’s focus to land appropriately yet but it was coming in slowly. Despite your apprehension, your worries were pushed aside as you eased through conversations, Trent kept you close. He did talk about you to everyone. Everyone on the team knew of you. You knew he was proud to call you his, you knew he was just saving you from a media onslaught. It was later into the evening when you really let your angst earlier go and just relaxed. Everyone there had the same worries about The Sun or Mail running wild with stories about them, you weren’t something special. Sure, maybe you and Trent teed up perfectly for a sleazy article but it was fine, you were overthinking things and you were there to support T no matter what it meant it created for you.

Bukaya Saka had picked up a big following on TikTok the second he created an account… as expected. He was filming asking the team questions throughout the tournament. One big topic he was posting a lot of was asking what players were listening to. He was running about the party tonight filming another video only now including friends and family. His iPhone flash on, asking if you could name one song for the tournament, what it would be. Harmless.

“Saks!” You said with a big smile his phone’s flash illuminating every pore on your face as you stood next to Jude stopping your conversation about something mundane momentarily.

“What we saying? Song of the tourney?” Bukaya asked with the light still absolutely blinding you in the dark night. You gave an answer but he wasn’t happy with it.

“Nah, not having that. You two need time apart, you can’t pick the same song as him, give me another one.” He pushed implying that you had seemingly chosen the same song Trent had.

“Just in general? An all time song or a new one right now?” You peppered him with questions trying to stall to think of a good answer.

“Why’d you need so much information, cuz, answer it.” He sighed in frustration, throwing his head back dramatically.

“I feel like you’ll be disappointed regardless!” You over exaggeratedly complained.

“You've been catching up though you know… little Dave, you love Professor X” Jude squeezed your shoulder butting into the video laughing. “You've been doing good learning the UK classics.” He was teasing you but it was also true. So many boys in your life; Jude, Marcel, George, Curtis… they all enlisted and pressed so hard to ‘teach’ you the staples you had to know.

“Just give me something, America.” Bukaya teased still pushing for you to give a better answer.

“Fine, fine. I’ll give an artist I listen to a lot. Even been approved in my house.” You giggled at how silly this all was. “I’ll give you a New Yorker too, any Dusty Locane. I think you’ll like it.” You answered knowing you had introduced Trent as well and he was down.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll take it.” He was finally satisfied.

“Now get that light of my face, please! I’m blind now.” You pushed your hand to cover his camera but the video still caught your voice. The video cut to someone else’s answers. He posted an edited version of the conversation to make it shorter but the TikTok definitely included you and people were certainly interested in your cameo.

‘Tell me right now who that American girl is with?’

‘Bro Alexander-Arnold’s girl being American threw me’

‘The way my head spun when she opened her mouth’

‘American is leng, who’s is that?’

‘Dusty Locane was a wild shout. What a gyal’

Comments came piling in about your accent, nationality, leading to people pulling videos of times they’d met Trent trying to see if they’d be able to make out your voice in the background when you had been there. It wasn’t a secret but it shook people up trying to work out how the two of you connected and make a story out of it. In turn and in usual fashion, articles began to bloom across the internet…

‘Transatlantic Trent, The England star is apparently dating an American!’

‘Everything we know about the secret relationship the Liverpool and England player has with a mystery American’

‘She’s American! More about the England international player’s girlfriend revealed’

‘Who is the American at the at The Euro’s cozied up with Trent Alexander-Arnold?’

You sat with Dianne watching the semifinal. The whole tournament seemed to buzz by and you lost track of the days hiding in a hotel, barely able to see Trent, hounded by media, stories continually published making up BS about you. They didn’t even have your name yet they wrote like you’d personally given them an autobiography.

“Going to be alright.” Dianne confirmed her hand coming to pat your thigh. “There’s always a flare up and then it’ll die out.”

“I’m sorry.” You softly said watching the opposition goalie make an easy save.

“For what? Being you? You didn’t do anything hun. People love to fuss over little things. We’ll be alright.” She tried to console you.

“I don’t want to make things more difficult for him.” You shyly said worrying about the implications. The way the internet obsession may be weighing on Trent.

“You’re not. The only thing he cares about is if you’re okay. Yeah, hun?” Still trying to reassure you.

“Yeah.” You repeated her words but not with the same conviction or belief. You winced as Trent made a tackle, the balling going out of play. You sat on your hands to try to stop the nerves. You could feel the rise of your rings under your body. Your legs were shaking when the whistle finally blew for half time. People milled about but you and Dianne stayed put. The media had really ramped up the attention on you but true to the plan, you, Trent, his family, and his PR team gave nada.

You sat quiet as the last seconds of the match ran out and England advanced. The Euro’s Final arrived and you felt absolutely sick. It ended with an England defeat. You felt like your heart had shattered seeing the boy you loved more than anything in the world lay on the pitch in front of you crushed. His jersey pulled over his head. The look on his face had you trying to hold back tears. You were distraught for your T.

It was not a fun night. Trent’s sadness progressed into him just being pissed. You had never really seen him as angry as he was right now. You sat quietly holding onto his hand in the car. Not a word exchanged when his head fell on your shoulder with a sigh. You could see his skin pinch together as he shut his eyes tight.

“I know…” you whispered, pressing your lips to his temple, brushing your hand over his head.

“I…I c-can’t…” he couldn’t get words out. It was so silent back at the hotel. He had to go on the flight with the team, stand in unity despite the loss so you couldn’t even travel home together. You were set to reunite back at your house. You just felt lost anxiously awaiting until he arrived. You didn’t want to ask any specifics about times, you had a general idea from his updates but his texting was sparse. When he did come into the house it was like the sun disappeared. It felt dark, it felt cold, it didn’t feel like your happy home when he was like this. You let him mope about waiting for him to come to you… and he eventually did. You sat on the couch on your phone, a silly romcom on tv in the background.

“What’d you watching…” he asked but it was so meek it barely sounded like him.

“Nothing, you want to watch something?” You asked your heart beating out of your chest, almost jumping at the chance to talk to him. You started to get up when he moved towards you and slumped onto the cushions and you.

“Nah, can you stay here please.” His arms wrapped around your waist, his head coming lay in your lap, his body curled to fit on the couch. You only hummed. He just shut his eyes and layed there quiet while you scratched his back. Your nails gliding up his spine and back down again, tracing little shapes and figures under his t-shirt.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into the material of your sweats nuzzling his face in further, his arms wrapping tighter around you.

“Yeah? I missed you too, baby.” You cooed, trying to suppress the smile. You knew it wasn’t good he was this upset but knowing he needed you felt good.

“So much” he said so quietly you barely could hear it.

Ever since Trent got back from the tournament he was so clingy. He followed you around like a puppy dog. Asking to cuddle with you constantly and you let him. You were headed on your holiday soon and you wondered if he was going to be like this the whole trip. If the loss would really shake the group. You all agreed to go regardless but the thought of Jude and Trent sitting in silence refusing to go to the beach because they’d be in a bad mood burned in your brain. Your best friend was flying in tomorrow and you were happy but you were simultaneously plagued with worry about T.

You found yourself on the couch, another film, your fingers rubbing his back gently again, scratching his skin softly. He’d shiver every once in a while sensitive to the touch, groan or mumble something incoherent about the plot, and then dig deeper in your lap. You just smiled, placing kisses on him. As it got later in the afternoon though you’d had enough, it was time to move your bodies, you had to pack, you needed to eat a vegetable and not just lay in this feeling of defeat. He couldn’t do this to himself.

“Baby… Pretty boy, come on.” You cooed, taking your hand off his back and dragging it up to brush over his raised cheekbone.

“No.” It sounded a little harsh and you felt his body tense but he relaxed a millisecond later. “Wanna lay on you.” He whined trying to nestle further into you which at this point was physically impossible.

“Come on, yeah? Let’s go eat some lunch out in the garden, get some air. Hmm?” You sang to him pressing soft kisses all over his face.

“Baby..” he grabbed at you with little strength.

“So needy T.” You giggled teasing him. He only hummed at your hands running back over his shoulders, your nails dragging down his back. “Gonna get up for me?”

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed pulling himself up but leaned his whole body weight onto you immediately again. His head resting on your shoulder. His hands caressed over your body before coming to play with the little clovers of your Van Cleef necklace.

“You remember when I gave you this?” He whispered. His eyes looked so sad it hurt your heart.

“Of course.” You smiled at the memory sitting in his then foreign room at the time in his mum's house. He looped his finger under the necklace and pulled a little causing your head and neck to move, your lips coming to now press against his.

“I want that back.” He murmured.

“What?” You asked unsure what he meant. What did he want back?

“The nativity that I could just keep you all to myself. Like the whole world wouldn’t become as infatuated with you as I am.” He babbled a little bit, his lips ghosting over yours.

“They’re not… but I understand the sentiment. I’m always just yours though, T….” You paused anxiously rethinking if it was true. “Right?”

“Mine, baby. Want everything with you. Hmm?” A smile formed on his face. You hadn’t seen it in awhile. It was hard to forget how beautiful it was but everytime it still amazed you just how pretty he was.

“Everything?” A smile pulled on your lips now seeing his.

“Yeah, everything.” He confirmed pulling you in for another kiss. Before you could get to the kitchen to even consider what you might have for lunch, Trent pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him, your legs on both sides of him, his face directly in front of yours.

“You know I want everything with you… the lot. Build a whole life with you.” He talked slowly as you watched his lips move. You draped your hands around his neck, your nails scratching gently on his skin again.

“I want that to. You know, T?” Placing a soft kiss to his perfect lips.

“I mean it.” His hands started to caress your back under your shirt drifting higher up.

“And so do I.” You clarified. You both were beating around the bush about the pregnancy comments you had yet to address. You could feel the tension rise in the air as well as his dick beneath you. You initiated a pretty messy makeout that progressed to pulling both of your shirts off. His hand gripped some of your hair, grabbing at the nape of your neck and pulling your head backwards. He followed your mouth, biting onto your lip then pulling away. His kisses returned and trailed down over you and then sank onto a particularly sensitive part of your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth hard. You moaned in response, you could feel his tongue massaging over the spot as he continued to suck. You hissed in pain but also pure delight when you felt his teeth bite against the spot. He worked his way down to your exposed chest. He squeezed your tits lost in the feeling, loving how they looked. Your tits under his huge hands was just his favorite thing but he couldn’t stop the intruding thought of if they’d change when you got pregnant.

“You’re perfect, do you know that?” He asked pulling away eyes focused on your tits only to hear you hum in response. His hands drifted off them and his hands gripped your waist harshly as you grinded your now wet core on him. His hands softened though as he moved them over your stomach. “You’ll look so perfect pregnant.” The words fell out of his mouth, you stopping immediately in shock.

“What did you say?” You did hear what he said, but you wanted to hear it again to make sure you did hear it right. Was he being serious? He hummed, pulling you into another kiss but you just as quickly pulled away. “T…”

“Yeah, you heard me. You’d look so sexy.” He cooed. His eyes were locked on yours. He was very serious. This is not how you thought this would come up again.

“Oh yeah?” You started to giggle, a little flattered but also out of pure shock. “Is that what you want? You want to get me pregnant?” You asked, still giggling looking at him.

“Baby” grabbing your face now. Your giggles stopped almost instantly. “I’m so fucking serious right now. I want that.”

“Are we really having this conversation?” Your eyes widened.

“Yeah…” he looked at you confused in why you were hesitating.

“Can I put my clothes on? I thought we were like messing about.” You said shyly.

“No, I like you like this.” He let go of your face, his hands back on your body caressing your skin.

“T… this is serious” you tried to explain.

“…and I’m serious. I’m serious about you, about us, I want a baby with you. Do you not want that?” He asked so blatantly, he looked hurt, offended, the look of defeat back on his face.

“No…” you mumbled. His hands dropped from your body immediately. “No, no, not like no. I meant ugh.” You sighed frustrated at how your words were coming out. “I meant no, yes, of course I want that. I didn’t know you did or if what we said in bed months ago was serious, I don’t know I was scared.” Your head fell onto his chest. You felt so vulnerable.

“I know, baby. I didn’t know either but I’m tired of pretending that’s something I’m not thinking about every time we have sex now. Yeah?”

“Yeah…” you muffled into his chest.

“C’mere. I really want a family. Do you want that?” He asked, pulling your chin up to look at him. His face looked so perfect, his lips in a little pout, his eyes glistening, his skin glowing.

“I want a family with you.” You confirmed. “After Greece, can we have a proper chat about this? I don’t want to rush this, baby. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Like embarrassingly a lot but we need a proper discussion. I didn’t know if you wanted this too.” Confessing you were also really wanting this.

“I told you I want everything with you. I mean everything. I want to have kids with you. I want to have a family with you. I want it all with you.” You got shy at his words again and hid your face in his neck. “What’d you being shy for? C’mere.” He started placing kisses all over your exposed skin. “Think you would make the most perfect mummy, yeah?” He started to giggle in between the kisses.

“T…” you whined your lips rolled into a pout at how cute he was. His eyes completely lighting up at the idea.

“Would you wanna be a mummy?” His hands came to rub over your stomach as he started to laugh a little again.

“To your babies?” You looked directly at him now. “Of course. Absolute dream.” You fell into giggles beaming with the idea. You couldn’t wipe the smiles off either of your faces if you tried. You felt like you were going to cry out of excitement and joy.

“After Greece then.” He told you placing a kiss on your lips.

“After Greece.” You confirmed returning the kiss. He hugged you tight to his chest. His hands held you so firmly, he always made you feel so safe. Your cheek squished against his, his facial hair slightly tickling you.

“I love you so so so so much,” you whispered in his ear pressing your lips back against his skin. He hummed squeezing you a little tighter.

“I love you” He whispered back. You wanted to hear him say that for the rest of your life. You cuddled into his warm embrace a little more before he stood up with you still in his arms, picking you up with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him tighter. You nuzzled your face into his neck pressing soft kisses against his skin.

“What’d you want to eat, my pretty girl?” He cooed, walking with you stuck to him towards the kitchen.

“Wait, T! Wait, I need my clothes!” You yelled halfway there realizing you were still topless pressed to him. You started to giggle and so did he.

“Nah, don’t need ‘em. You’re good just like this. I like you like this” he laughed, continuing on his way to the kitchen.

It was the night before you all left for your holiday in Greece. It was going to be a decent sized group traveling together out of Liverpool. Jude, Jobe and another friend were meeting you there because they were coming from elsewhere. Your bestie, Lauren, was coming and you were giddy with excitement to see her but also after your conversation with Trent you were just generally in an amazing mood and having some amazing sex in the last 24 hours. You hadn’t spent proper time with Lauren in ages let alone gone on a holiday with her. Yeah, this was going to be different than your previous trips you'd taken considering you were now living with your serious boyfriend discussing babies but she could still do as she pleased, she was single, and she loved being single. Lauren was way more outgoing than you and brought out a more… let’s say brave… side of you, for sure. You had met in university and bonded over similar lifestyles and interests. It involved a lot of partying, stupid decisions but built an incredibly trusting loyal relationship. You and Lauren were a match made in hell for men. You filled every vice. Aesthetically, you couldn’t be more different in appearance and in taste. Lauren had a body. She was caked with a face card that never declined. She constantly flirted, it was just her natural state. She was incredibly sweet and nice, she just didn’t have a great filter. You had more of an aura. A little mysterious just given your introverted nature but people were drawn to you. You radiated a glow that had men drooling. You were pretty like a doll, like a model or ballerina. You were clean cut and politely shy… until you were comfortable and you were comfortable with Lauren. She was flying from New York to your house and you couldn’t wait to be back together.

When she arrived you practically screamed running to the front door, even though you had offered to pick her up from the airport. She had visited before but hadn’t seen the house completely finished, lived in yet. You were a little nervous about the trip mixing different groups of people but overall excited. Trent was playing some video game so you and Lauren were upstairs alone packing your bags, re-trying on your outfits for her just to be sure they all hit.

“I literally cannot wait to go out! Like I love Mykonos.. I cannot!” She gushed holding up a practically see through mini dress imagining herself in it at a club.

“I’m honestly just excited to drink and sit in the sun like pleassse.” You whined, throwing a bikini in the Rimowa. “What’s going to be your first drink?” You questioned trying to think of your own answer.

“Can I be basic? I just want tequila, rocks, lime. On repeat.. put it on tap.” She giggled.

“Oooo yeah” you hummed “That sounds so good.” You said when Lauren stopped folding some of your clothes to stand up.

“Well what’s stopping us from starting now! Come on!” This was the problem with Lauren. Her ideas never came with a solid retaliation. You couldn’t find an argument. Why not? You had nothing to do tomorrow but sit your ass on a private plane to Greece. You two giggled downstairs headed to the kitchen when you told her you’d meet her there, you just wanted to tell Trent.

“Baby…” you cooed, stepping into the room walking over to his chair dragging your hands over his chest from behind him before trailing your nails back up. He cocked his head to look at you. He was met with a bare shoulder and was a little confused. So he grabbed at your arm pulling you to stand in front of him.

“Where are your clothes…hmm?” his hand outstretched caressing your body in front of him. It was a little early for you to be getting into anything for bed.

“I was tying on my outfits” you giggled at his touch squirming away but his hand grabbed your waist firmly “this is what I ended up in, I guess.” Shrugging. You were in a little cotton bralette and satin flounce shorts.

“Yeah…? That’s why..?” He was questioning your intention of waking in interrupting his game wearing such little clothing. “C’mere.”

“No, no, no! T!” You squealed when he pulled your body towards his. “I was on my way to the kitchen! Serious!” He didn’t appreciate your resistance so he met you halfway, scooting forward, his face coming to kiss your bare stomach.

“Yeah.. what for?” He spoke against your skin, still pressing wet kisses onto you.

“We’re making drinks… was coming to see if you wanted one, baby” You said, picking his head up off your body, looking for a genuine answer. He could tell you actually were telling the truth so he just slipped his hands around you squeezing your ass, keading it.

“Not now, I’ll come in a little, okay, beautiful girl?” He cooed looking up at you.

“Mmkay baby. Love you” you said, pulling away from him, slipping away from him leaving, before running back into the room to place the kiss on his cheek you forgot. He shook his head at your childish behavior but he was happy if you were happy.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You came rushing in with a silly smile from Trent’s kisses. Lauren was sitting at your kitchen island scrolling on her phone waiting.

“He’s got you down so bad” she said, shaking her head laughing.

“Nah” You tried to deny it poorly.

“Makes me happy Y/N.” She said genuinely leaning onto your shoulder. It was a tender moment placed neatly between your usual nonsense.

You connected your phone to a Bluetooth surround sound speaker, putting on a favorite of you twos. ‘Unforgettable’ French Montana pumped through the big room.

“Stop! Haven’t heard this in a minute.” She said laughing while getting off the stool. “Okay, where’s the liquor?” she said, opening random kitchen cupboards. You pulled on her arm with a big smile on your face for her to follow you into a little enclave down the hall that was a full bar. It was gorgeous marble with gold barware. It didn’t get used a lot but it was one of your favorite looking spaces in the house. “What the fuck!” She gasped with her jaw slacked.

“Honestly... sometimes when I go to make a drink I expect to be getting some cheap tequila. I forget I’m not drowning myself in alcohol at university and am an adult.” You laughed grabbing for a big brown tinted glass bottle of Don Julio 42.

“That never happens to me. I still drink that shit.” You both broke into a fit of giggles. “Not all of us are married to famous athletes.”

“Relax, I am not his wife!” You rolled your eyes at her overzealous comment. God, did that comment get cemented into your brain though… You’d love to be his wife and after the conversation last night you started to think that could possibly happen.

“Give me a plastic cup, a beer soaked floor, an investment banker, and a dollar slice and I’m happy.” She pulled the bottle from you to pour some into a glass you placed in front of her on the marble.

“That’s just not true…” you corrected her. Lauren and you loved a crap bar as much as the next person but you both grew up comfortably, you lived privileged lifestyles, you toyed with expensive shit as if it was nothing. Everything was available to you. It just wasn’t your entire personality. Trent knew everything about you but you kept your upbringing pretty hush since you moved to the UK.

You two had made your way back to the kitchen gossiping, sitting at the island after a few shots, pulling out ingredients to make cocktails after being too drunk for more shots but too sober to drink straight tequila on the rocks. Your plan to make a drink snowballed into you two dancing around the kitchen in scantily clad clothes, drunk off tequila, screaming dirty lyrics to your favorite songs.

It started with you leaned against a counter top trying to assemble the cocktail shaker when ‘Surround Sound’ by JID and 21Savage came on and it ended with you whining on Lauren, you two in fits of giggles. Your asses hanging out of your shorts, shaking. Your hands touching on your body, rapping the nastiest lines. You wouldn’t normally dance so slutty in front of other people, your close friends I.e Lauren, sure, maybe Trent as a joke but you two were just drunk messing about.

Marcel was bringing two of his friends to Greece and they had decided to stay over at yours to make things easy in the morning for the flight. He had a key to the house so he let them inside but was confused when he heard heavy bass vibrating from the kitchen. His friends looked at him for some sort of answer but he shrugged just as confused as them.

You were still throwing it back on Lauren joking when the three boys came into the kitchen. If they weren’t younger boys, baby-brother-like figures to you, you probably would’ve been mortified but instead in your drunk state you squealed excited to see Marcel specifically, running around the island to wrap your arms around his neck, hanging off him.

“What we saying drunk girl?” He joked looking down at you clinging to him.

“You’ll drink with me right? I know you will.” Your words were laced with tequila shots. You had texted Trent to come be with you but he didn’t respond. It made you a little sad but you pushed it out of your mind with more liquor. He saw your text and heard the music but just wanted you to spend some time with your friend before he was back all over you.

You unlatched from Marcel to say hi to the two friends who were a little shocked at the scene and Marcel’s calmness in it. To the boys, there were two older girls, in little clothing, drunk, grinding on each other. To Marcel, well… he was conflicted. This came up a lot with you. You were objectively attractive. He knew that. You were like his sister, he didn’t think of you like that but he couldn’t exactly get rid of the fact that you weren’t when you were like this or in situations like when he could hear you moaning getting fucked upstairs. It was all very confusing for him, it was like his body betrayed him. He loved you like a sister so in turn his confusion transferred and just pushed the narrative of him trying to get with your friends more. It was only natural for a little brother to try to pursue them.

You completely forgot about a night out you had in London after Liverpool had won some championship last year when Lauren and Marcel had gotten handsy in some club with each other after meeting. You saw them look at each other when he walked into the kitchen. They didn’t hook up, you didn’t even think there was a kiss, just some inappropriate touches exchanged. That was kind of Lauren’s thing. She pushed men. She wanted to know she had them in the palm of her hand. Grinding on them, whispering, moaning, trailing her hands down them, dragging theirs up her, licking her lips… She called it women empowerment, you called it teasing. She had successfully gotten Marcel where she wanted him. If she wanted to fuck him, she knew she could, if she didn’t… she didn’t. It made you feel a little differently watching her do it to someone you cared about knowing the play. As she laid her mark again seeing him it reminded you that you hadn’t told Lauren yet, kind of as a joke but also so she didn’t freak out, that Jude was also coming on this trip. Obviously he wasn’t there tonight because he wasn’t coming from England. Jude was probably one of your favorite of Trent’s friends on his own but the wake he left everywhere he went could be a lot. It didn’t affect you but you watched it ensue tucked in Trent’s arms. He was beautiful, objectively incredibly hot but he was younger so you kind of drew the line there. You didn’t really want to think about the other things you knew about him…things you’d seen. Before you even met Trent you had shown Lauren a video of the two boys on TikTok. You lusted after them. The whole country of England did. It was a dangerous pair but so were you and Lauren and you thought you could handle it. It was bizarre now that it could happen in real life so you weren’t sure what to tell her and now Marcel was involved. You were drunk, the whole situation blurred in your brain.

“Picking something good, f’me” you felt your cheeks warm at the sound of his voice. You were leaning over the kitchen island scrolling through Spotify like it was a novel, reading each song carefully trying to build a good queue for everyone who were coerced into drinking heavily. Trent’s hands lacing around you, caressing your stomach, you just hummed, staring at his big hands moving over your skin. “Hmm?”

“Yeah, baby.” If he couldn’t smell it, he could hear it in your tone. You were drunk and he was only aiding and abetting the lustful thoughts about him you got when you were drunk. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck and kept them there. “You wanna have my baby?” He whispered laughing jokingly.

“That sounds perfect,” you confessed, pushing your ass back into him.

“Dangerous words to say right now, pretty girl,” he warned, smirking into your skin. He held you in his arms. You were practically stumbling around the house. The night had spiraled. Trent told you he had to go get ready for bed because someone had to wrangle everyone tomorrow to make the flight. So he kissed you squeezing your ass, you bitting at his neck.

“Come up soon. Okay, baby?” He whispered in your ear. You hummed and started to try to leave a hickey on his neck. “Okay, okay, okay. I love you, drunk girl. Make sure you make it back upstairs to your T, yeah?”

“Mmm yeah, baby.” You practically moaned moving back to his lips to get a kiss. Once Trent had left, you decided maybe it was time to wrap things up. No matter how drunk you were, you hated messes so you tried to clean the kitchen up… pretty poorly though.

There were plenty of bedrooms in the house for three boys but they all were slumped on the living room couch refusing to move, watching a rerun of some 90s footie game, they weren’t even alive for. It was weird so you just turned the lights off on them. Letting them fend for themselves until you clocked that Lauren was laying very comfortably in between Marcel’s legs. It didn’t bother you exactly, it wasn’t your place to say who could do what with who, you just didn’t want anything to mess with the holiday or let anyone’s feelings get hurt. So for tonight, you took matters into your hands because of a long travel day tomorrow and dragged Lauren to a guest room knowing she’d complain she didn’t sleep well on a couch hungover tomorrow. You both drunkenly giggled about how bad of an idea it was for her to go near your boyfriends younger brother but a part of you was sober enough to try to threaten her not to touch anyone night one

“Don’t ruin your other nights for something tonight.” You slurred laughing falling on the bed with her. You said it as if that was sound reasoning and would convince her. It wasn’t, it wouldn’t. You successfully got yourself upstairs moving slowly up the stairs carefully holding water and ibuprofen. You peeled the little clothing you had on off in your dimly lit room, trying not to wake Trent but when you saw his bare back exposed laying in your bed, you didn’t really want to put pajamas on… not at all really. You were needy. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, turned the lights off and crawled into your bed cuddling up to your sleepy boy. You started pressing pretty sensual kisses all over him; his back, his neck, his face, just anywhere you could really. He rolled over and hummed a little, waking up some.

“Baby?” He groaned quietly.

“You’re so sexy, T.” You whispered, crawling on top of him, continuing with your kisses. He went to wrap his arms around you instinctively and became very aware you were naked.

“Beautiful, what we doing? Let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. Your hand glided over his abs to the waistband of his boxers trying to get to him but he stopped you. “Baby, baby, baby, okay. Come on. Let’s sleep. Come just give me a cuddle.” He asked sweetly.

“T…” you moaned working kisses up his neck. Coming to his ear to whisper. “I want you to fuck me please. I need you.” You were essentially moaning.

“Nah, baby, not like this. You know I don’t like that. Not when you’re this drunk and I’m sober.” His reasoning was incredibly sound.

“Pleasssee, I want you.” You were desperate trying to beg him.

“You’re very sexy, baby and you’re making this really hard.” He sleepily said but you could feel him getting hard underneath you so you started to grind on him, your hips rolling on top of his.

“Yeah? I make you hard?” You drunkenly misunderstood what he said.

“Yes, you do but I’m saying you’re making this very difficult for me right now so please just gimme a cuddle and let’s sleep.” He laughed at your desperation.

“Baby…” you huffed, pressing your cheek onto his bare chest sad about the rejection.

“I’ll fuck you tomorrow, trust me okay? I’m sorry sweet girl. I love you, baby.” He kissed the top of your head.

“T…” you whined once more.

“Shhhh, sleep hmm?” He whispered.

“But T…” you tried once more.

“Okay, yeah, yeah, what is it?” He couldn’t help but smile, he was tired but you were cute.

“I want a family with you.” You whined quietly, your eyes fluttering closed as your head feel heavier on him.

“And I know that, baby. I’m gonna give that to you just not right this second.” He continued to laugh a little.

“What about getting married?” You whispered, starting to fade, lulled by his warmth and slow breathing. Trent’s eyes lit up though.

“You want that?” He asked sheepishly but excitedly. He figured you were being brutally honest right now so he thought he’d ask.

“Mmmm, want that so bad.” Your words slurred together a little so he stopped despite having a million questions for you.

“Okay, okay” he laughed. “I’ll give you whatever you want if you just sleep f’me now.” As he pressed a kiss to your head, smiling.

“Can I stay right here?” He could barely hear your question. It was so soft and muffled against his skin, you were layed completely on top of him.

“Course.” Pressing more kisses to your head.

When you woke up your head was pounding. It was terrible. You stirred still on top of Trent. He was awake stroking his hand up and down your back.

“Good morning, sweet girl.” He cooed. “Gotta get up.”

“I feel awful.” You moaned.

“Yeah, I bet.” He laughed “I’m sorry, how about I get everyone else up and let you sleep a little more than come get you. Yeah?” You could only hum in reply.

He went to wake everyone else up and was met with a very interesting surprise. There were only two boys on the couch asleep.

“Aye, get up” Trent yelled into the living room, the two boys stirring unhappy with the loud call. “Where’s Marce?” Trent asked but was met only with murmurs.

He walked to go wake up Lauren, it was then it occurred to him what had occurred to you. ‘Oh fuck’ he said under his breathe walking down the hall.

“Laur…” he called out. Knocking on the bedroom door before opening it a little. The dark room was lit by some sunlight seeping through curtains. There on the large bed, no blankets, a naked Lauren lying on top of an equally clothesless Marcel. “You’re a fucking idiot, Marce.” Trent said into the currently quiet room.

“Oh fuck…” Lauren hushly spoke. “Honestly, don’t. I know, I know…” Trent picked up a blanket and threw it at them.

“Don’t tell Y/N” Marcel told his brother.

“Don’t tell Y/N? Are you serious? Honestly…” Trent moaned, walking out of the room annoyed. He came back upstairs to you putting the situation he just walked into in the back of his mind.

“You know what you’re wearing, sweetheart? I’ll grab it.” He cooed trying to help you. You hummed telling him you had left a Jacquemus sweat set in the wardrobe to wear. Once you had pulled yourself together you sat on the edge of the bed trying to wake up. “Gonna take your bag downstairs, okay?”

“Kay. Thank you, T” you cooed rubbing your hands over your face trying to feel better somehow. Marcel and Lauren were now clothed in the kitchen and to be fair Trent was surprised that everyone was actually ready. The cars to take you to the airport arrived but you hadn’t come down yet so he went back up to grab you… only you hadn’t moved off the bed.

“Can you carry me?” You whined with a pout.

“Yeah, baby.” He laughed while picking you up under your arms. You wrapped your legs around him, kissing his neck. “Everyone ready?” Trent yelled carrying you down the stairs. There wasn’t really a response. The group all just shuffled into the cars. You felt how weird the energy in the car was when you looked at Lauren. Something was off, you knew she had been with Marcel you could feel it.

Last night, drunkenly, Lauren found herself absolutely freezing in the room she was staying in. She got out of bed and walked to look for the thermostat. With little luck, she went to the living room to see if anyone was awake and would know where it was.

“Marce” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah sort of, sweetheart, what’s up?” Quietly as he was really half asleep still. He slowly pulled himself up and walked round the couch and met Lauren. Lauren was in a little silk camisole and shorts set.

“I’m so cold, do you know where the thermostat is for around here?” She whispered.

“You look pretty cold…” Marcel cheekily said as he glanced over her figure then focusing on her hard nipples under the thin silk.

“Stop!” She tried to quietly squeal, slapping at his bare chest, covering her own. They walked down the hall.

“I thought it was around here but I’m not seeing it…” he paused. “Erm.. you know what come on, you’re staying in here?” He asked, walking further down a corridor to the room. Marcel walked into her bedroom and went immediately into the wardrobe.

“Why do you have so much stuff in here?” Lauren asked as she sat on the bed watching him.

“Usually the room I stay in when I sleepover and I do quite a bit especially when Trent’s away so I don’t know I guess it’s ’my room’ ” he used air quotes before he continued to riffle through a few things before pulling out a jumper of his. “You wanna borrow this?”

“Oh, thanks so much Marce. I’m sorry I took your room though, I didn’t know.” She cooed, leaning further back on the bed.

“It’s no big deal.” He said starting to turn out.

“Marce… do you like to sleep alone?” She asked pretty suggestively.

“Nah, not particularly.” He quietly laughed.

“I really don’t and it’s your bed, would you want to sleep with me, like share?” The question was laced with hidden seduction.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind… I wouldn’t mind” he replied with a similar tone. From there it spiraled from separate sides of the bed, to a loose cuddle, to sexual movements, to kisses, to laying completely on top of one another, to a full a make out… and the rest from there would be graphic. Let’s just say they fucked until about an hour before Trent went to wake them up.

When you arrived at the tarmac to board the plane, Trent indulged you and carried you on board. The crew took all the luggage. You got aboard and were practically ready to fall asleep from the jump, once in the air, Trent saw you squirming trying to get comfortable.

“Baby…sleepy girl, C’mere.” He cooed, gesturing you over to where he was sitting. You slugged your way over and laid on top of his lap, his arms wrapping around you tight, rubbing his hands under your sweatshirt over your soft skin. He held you close to his chest. You nuzzled into him. You hummed in contentment till you dozed off. He placed kisses on you any time you stirred whispering to you. “I got you, your Ts right here.”

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This was a little rushed so idk… ugh! Swear we have some angst coming though 😳

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hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt4

pt3, pt3.5

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

Notes: swearing, kissing, kind of smutty? They get worked up and it's described explicitly, but nothing really happens. So if you don't want to read it, stop reading after King Princess is mentioned and scroll down to the very end. Gossiping, because that's a fundamental female bonding experience and if you think Abby doesn't like gossip you're wrong.

I fucking forgot the phrase "dance studio" for the past three chapters. So I changed it here and maybe will edit it in previous chapters, just a heads-up.

Also I’m a dance nerd (duh), so I added some links to the choreos reader is dancing. Let me know if it's uncomfortable to read now.

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This evening Abby felt restless, like something was keeping her from doing anything. She couldn't concentrate long enough, switching between things - the pile of dishes was abandoned after the third cup, her homework was opened on her laptop but only finished halfway. She was bored out of her mind.

It's been a week since the party, and you've been texting each other every day: either it was a funny tiktok or complaining about classes or asking advice on the outfits (definitely not thirst traps from both of you, no) or heads-up about any changes on campus. Abby texted you first to find out if you got home safely, and after that it just snowballed into 5am drunk conversation and this conversation never stopped. Abby found you were easy to talk to and you didn't get angry or upset when she didn't reply for a long time. But during this week you both were so busy you weren't able to meet up even in the university centre - Jesse needed a change in schedule due to his job, and now the hockey team had practice at a different time.

Maybe that was why Abby felt so restless? She just missed you?

Well, Abby knew only one way to get some energy out (two, technically, but her head was filled with you, so she'd probably get even more frustrated from not seeing you), so she picked up her gym bag and went to the gym.

Somehow lifting weights got her mind in order: she needed to concentrate on her technique, but she didn't have to think any big smart thoughts, her head half-empty, Ramones screaming in her ears. Abby felt satisfied with her workout, so she took a photo in the mirror and sent it to you. You didn't answer right away, so Abby put her phone away and went to hit the showers, pretending she wasn't waiting for your reply.

The hot water helped her relax, and Abby left the shower feeling refreshed and pleasantly tired with an ache in her muscles. She changed and checked her phone - still no answer from you. Abby sat her phone aside and started packing her things when she heard music.

Locker rooms were next to the dance studio - that was one of the reasons why the hockey team had to go past the dance studio in order to enter the rink. (It was highly inefficient, but the whole building was built just to torture everyone - even the door to the dance studio was always open because the ventilation was absolute shit.)

Could it mean?...

Abby recognised the song - it was one of your more cute than sexy routines, and it meant you were here.

Abby's heartbeat picked up and she felt nervous - she hadn't seen you for a week and she wasn't emotionally prepared to see you dancing.

But Abby really wanted to see you. So she packed her things, checked if she looked good, grabbed her bag and went to the dance studio.

The thing was: the cultural studies paper was fucking insufferable. It was stressing you out, and when something was stressing you out, you did what did best - you avoided it. So after avoiding your laptop like it was infected, you decided to avoid your apartment altogether and go work on a new routine. That old Billie Eilish song you had a creative block on? Forget it, the choreo just came to you in an hour.

So you took a key to the dance studio, threw your bag on the floor and got to work. You saw the notification from Abby, but you assumed it was a meme so you decided to answer later (preferably already in bed).

You needed to warm up first and the Twit was next in the queue, so you let it play. The choreo wasn't too complicated and you purposely avoided some of the parts, so it should work as a warmup.

♪Twit twit twit twit

I don't like it

Nobody likes it♪

You started moving your shoulders in small cute up-and-downs and then moved on to your steps: the whole choreography was bouncy and wavy and kinda jumpy, but you liked that it was playful and worked so well when the moves were not exhausting or demanding, but even simple? It didn't take long to learn this dance.

The part you liked the most was closer to an end, just before the final sequence, when you could just jump around and twirl and shake your ass all you want without playing a role.

The song ended and the next song started to play and you rushed to turn it off (slumber party, uncensored, you'd die before letting it play through the whole centre). The first line played, but then music stopped and you sighed in relief.

"Do you have a dance for it too?"

You jumped, embarrassed, and turned to Abby who was standing in the door frame, smiling. She was dressed in a hoodie that looked super comfy and black joggers, her hair was tied in a bun, still wet. She clearly saw your panic and now was having fun at your misery.

But you saw her and you didn't care - all you wanted was to get closer, so you stood up and went up to her, smiling bashfully.

"I want to do one, but this song is not suitable for a big audience." You said and you stood as close to Abby as it was appropriate, enjoying the way she was taller than you, making you feel like- like a lady.

"It has a clean version." Abby smiled as she put your hair away from your face. "Hi."

"Hi." You giggled, unable to look away from Abby's face. God she was so fucking pretty. "I didn't know you were here."

"I was at the gym. I sent you a picture."

"Oh shit. I haven't seen it yet."

You ran to grab your phone and opened your dms, just to choke on air: Abby was so hot and so- so- damn there wasn't a word to describe what was happening to you. It felt like your insides rearranged just from looking at this photo.

You looked up at Abby, as she unashamedly enjoyed your reaction.

"Fuck you." You laughed as Abby tilted her head bashfully. "It's unfair."

"Seems fair to me." She grinned playfully.

"Um. Do you want to stay? I just came, and I wanted to work on my new routine, but-" I'll do anything if you stay. "I can dance something for you? Like the hockey guys list, but Abby list."

Abby's brain stopped functioning. To stay here alone with you and watch you dance what she wanted you to dance? Fuck. Fuck.

It meant watching all your arches, spins, shakes directly, not like Abby was used to, watching you from the side or through the mirror. She knew she was setting herself up with the sweetest torture, the biggest tease, but-

"Yeah, sure."

Abby put her bag on the floor and went closer to you, while you were looking for your dancing playlist.

"Obviously, if you wanna see some of Ellie's routines, I can, but it won't be as good as if it was her."

"Why?"

"I don't have the body type. It looks funny."

"No, you look amazing when you dance." Abby said, and you turned to her, your faces too close but not close enough. Abby looked at your lips, thinking if it would be a right thing to do, to kiss you now.

"You like my dancing?"

"Are you serious, (y/n)?" Abby wasn't entirely sure if it was a genuine question or if you were flirting. "You're the only reason I come here after practice."

You blushed adorably and Abby couldn't resist anymore. She cupped your face and kissed you, sweet and gentle, careful not to turn it into something more heated. She just wanted to feel you in her hands, to hold you like something precious, just because she fucking missed you.

You pulled away with a small smile, and something in Abby melted when you held her face with your fingertips, all sweet and light.

“I just thought you came here for Ellie.” You murmured, smiling and not moving away.

“I did the first time, because she deserves to be made fun of for her crush on Dina.” Abby rolled her eyes and you giggled.

“I mean, she did make a whole duet routine with that Dove Cameron song just for her and Dina, so I’m not defending her.”

“She did what?” Abby couldn’t believe what she just heard. What was wrong with Williams? “O my god.” Abby full on facepalmed, feeling second-hand embarrassment. Ellie really embraced "I'm cringe but I'm free" mindset when it came to her crushes.

“Yeah, I think she tried to show Dina she was better than Jesse? To be fair, it did work.”

“What?” Was Abby living under a fucking rock? How did she miss all of this? “What happened?”

“I don’t know what exactly happened, but she broke up with Jesse like, two weeks ago. And he’s not handling it well, that’s why your schedule changed, he doesn’t want to see Dina.”

“WHAT?” Now this shit was getting ridiculous. Jesse didn’t tell anyone! “The fuck? He said his boss asked him to work different shifts!”

“What? No, he lied. He literally told Dina he couldn’t see her with Ellie and he needed a break or something.”

“Motherfucker. It’s not like their relationship was going anywhere, just get over it.”

“Right? They were already breaking up like they had a schedule, it wouldn’t have worked anyway.” You paused as you went through your playlist. “Okay, what do you want me to dance?”

Abby blinked. She had a feeling it was a trick question, and she also couldn’t remember the names to any songs that weren’t super popular.

“Which one is your favourite?”

“It’s hard. Let’s just see what is going to play if I feel like it - or if you like it - I’ll do it.”

“Isn’t it 'Slumber Party' right now?” Abby smirked and watched how you blushed.

“I can find a clean version and just improvise if you want.” You said, now clearly being coy.

"The clean version is lame."

You laughed and started going through your playlist. Abby recognised most of them, and if she liked pain, she'd have stopped you on some of them, but she still thought she could survive this.

You wanted to dance something that Abby would like, so you tried to pick something you didn't make a lot of mistakes in. You were nervous and you didn't really know how to dance for her. Would she like a whole performance or would she like to become one with a mirror like she wasn't there?

"Do you want me to dance at you or at the mirror? Some people are not comfortable when we interact with them during performance."

Abby looked at you, taking a pause, and you got nervous if you asked something weird.

"At me, please." Abby smirked and you blushed again.

"Still no requests?" You stood up with your phone, getting ready to dance. You chose a routine, but still waited for Abby.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Okay, you think and I'll dance. Sit." You pointed on the floor right in front of the mirror, meaning: right in front of you. Abby sat on the floor, legs crossed, and you got ready.

The music started playing and you started moving, smooth and seductive, and Abby had to hold into her hoodie otherwise she'd just grab you. And then you were lying on your back, looking up at her with big innocent eyes that was obviously an act and Abby felt her stomach tighten up in arousal. The music carried on but the routine ended, so you've stopped dancing, breathing heavily.

"Did you like it?" You asked, eager to hear her opinion. Abby unfroze and looked at your happy face.

"Yeah, it was very cool." Abby needed to save herself before she needed to change her pants. "Can you do Say So next?"

That was an extremely tactical decision: that choreo wasn't too sexual and Abby really needed a breather after that. You agreed and while you were looking for it, Abby tried to calm down. She needed to keep it in her pants.

"You know, I actually really like Say So choreo." You showed a sequence where your hands go up your body but stop at a beat a few times as you move. "So easy but looks so good."

The casual show of how well you can control your body and your movements reminded Abby how skilled you were in the area she was a total zero, and she felt her heart swell with affection and pride that she got to touch someone as talented as you were.

You've danced a few more routines, some sexy some not, and you enjoyed how intently Abby watched you, her eyes following your every move, every arch and every hand. You've made a few mistakes in some of them, but it didn't seem that Abby even noticed, her wide eyes on you, unblinking. It was cute and made you feel powerful: it was your body that made her all glossy eyed, and she was only looking. She visibly tried to stay serious, but she forgot about it a few seconds into the next dance.

And then you had a naughty, naughty thought. A year or so ago you made a choreo for Holy by King Princess, and it wasn't super explicit, but it was something that fitted into the situation right now. So you stopped music for a second, trying to remember how it went without spoiling anything for Abby.

"I think you'll like this one. Especially when I remember the whole dance." You winked.

Abby laughed quietly and waited, watching you doing the "I'm remembering choreo just by moving my hands like a T-Rex" thing.

When you've felt confident enough, you turned the music on and started dancing, a little lazy but sharp on specific beats, keeping Abby's attention. The verse was easy, but you were waiting for a different part.

♪Honey, on your knees♪ - You pointed your finger towards the floor, showing Abby her place in this performance and looking just the right side of mean - ♪when you look at me♪ - you pointed back at your face, holding eye contact with Abby, enjoying her big glossy eyes.

♪I'm dressed like a fucking queen♪ - you moved your hands down your body, showing your curves, and slowly went down for a wide squat that flawlessly turned into you standing on your knees just in front of Abby, as you held your hands like a prayer, looking up and arching your back - ♪and you're begging please♪

♪Holy♪

You looked down at Abby, and something snapped. Abby could not not touch you, especially since you were so close, just in an arm reach. So before you could move away, she grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down in her lap, kissing you wet and raw, feeling your body, kneading your flesh like it was her last chance to touch you. God you got her worked up. Abby didn't move her hands down to your butt but she wanted to, fuck she wanted to. So she pulled away, desperate to get your permission.

"Can I?" Abby asked, panting, not moving away from your sweet mouth. She moved her hand just shy of your butt as she watched you blush, absolutely starving for you. "Please."

"Yeah." You whispered and kissed her again, clinging to her soft hoodie, to her shoulders as if she could just disappear under your fingers.

That was all Abby needed. She grabbed your butt, pulling you so close you felt her lower stomach pressing between your legs, practically lifting you up, her hands kneading your butt. You moved closer to Abby, chest to chest, feeling her boobs against yours as you sighed into her mouth, so aroused her one touch could explode you right now, your underwear completely soaked.

Abby pulled away and put her lips on your neck, kissing and licking your skin, not even caring you were all sweaty after dancing. You sighed, surprised, and Abby's ears tuned to your noises, hyper aware of your every breath as she nipped at your neck, every sound resonating with her own body, going straight to her crotch.

"Fuck you drive me crazy." Abby whispered in your neck as she kissed your collarbones. "Just fucking marry me."

You laughed silently, but your laugh was interrupted by your sharp inhale when Abby scraped her teeth over your skin, sending a thrill through your body.

"I'm not getting married at 21, Abby." You took her face in your hands and looked at her, adoring her. "You're so pretty."

"Go on a date with me."

You blushed and Abby groaned inside: how the fuck this is what was getting you shy, not the makeout session you too just had?

"You make me feel like a lady, Abby." You rubbed your nose against hers and she suddenly hugged you, making you yelp.

"Shit you're so fucking cute." You giggled and hugged her back, basically crushing her head with your chest.

Abby sighed, content. She could die a happy woman now.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou #hockey!abby

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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Wooo I’m feeling some kind of way recently. Stress will do that to you.

A/N: this is fluff but seriously, no minors. I mean it.

But like, paint this picture with me.

Older Eddie (Professor Munson in my imaging), remembering all the things that make you happy. He notices you’re upset because job stuff and you’re having a hard time being in your 30’s and he gets it. It wasn’t that long ago he was there and he’s been watching you ghost around the townhouse for a week. Hair clipped up and the same pajamas you’ve had on for at least three days. He still trips over himself to see you though, even unwashed and snapping and sad. Every day he comes home and searches for you, and every day this week he’s found you in the spare room you’ve slowly turned into your space.

He’s told you he’ll clear it out and get you real office furniture but that makes you sink deeper into your depression. You talk about not being able to pay him back and he’s never once expected that.

You don’t have to. He doesn’t want you to. Let him do something for you. He just wants you to feel better.

And maybe that starts a fight because he’s already got his career and his friends and his money and his home. You’re floating in a job you hate and looking for another one to bide your time in because you actually hate the degree you spent 7 years getting. You only did it to prove to everyone else you could and now?

Now you live off of your boyfriend in his big, expensive brownstone. He’s 12 years into his field and settled and also 25 years older than you.

So what is it? You only like charity cases or something? Gotta rescue the idiot?

He knows you’re mad. He knows you lash out like this. He knows you’ll push so that everyone else leaves and you can feel like you got left instead. So maybe he snaps back at you for a second. Reminds you if he didn’t want you living with him and dating him he could find someone more age appropriate (he says with an eye roll). When you stomp up the stairs to your room he yells up to you that if he didn’t love you and was 20 years younger he’d be throwing your shit out onto the pavement outside, damn the old money next door.

Maybe you avoid him till the weekend when he’s home the whole time. You haven’t slept in the same bed and you haven’t answered a single knock or text or FaceTime. He sends you little flower emojis and a string of stars. He finds a tiktok about the Mars rover that he knows you’ll want to see and sends you some screen shots of the new menu for the whiskey bar you two like to go to. While you were sleeping he slid into your room and left your Sunday morning fancy coffee on the nightstand and when you finally wake up and notice it, you can hear him moving around in the kitchen.

You still feel like shit but at least you know he isn’t kicking you out. You know he wouldn’t, not over a stupid fight like that but still. It’s when you’re wrapped up in your robe and heading down stairs to finally speak to him you notice the bedroom door open. The bedroom you normally sleep in, with a sticky note on it. An arrow pointing in with a smiley face and crudely drawn horns. On the bed there’s a little paper bag from the expensive soap place you rarely buy from and it seems Eddie has outdone himself again. The rose shower melts and the lemon soap and that stupid body pouf you like so much that smells like candy. If you cry about it in the shower you don’t tell him and he doesn’t bring up your puffy face when you finally pad into the kitchen.

He’s baking something, it smells sweet and you spot the split packaging of the orange cinnamon pillsbury rolls in the trash and you have to swallow the lump in your throat. He hates those so you know he ran these errands yesterday when he left for those few hours. Probably ran by the grocery store first and then into that boutique that he always complains smells too much. He pauses when he see you staring into the trash can, silent and still. Doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to try and catch your eye.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I don’t know what to do about anything and I’m panicking.

He just shrugs and smiles. He gets it. He always gets it. There’s something in him that always gets your mood swings and that deep seated anger. He’s never asked you to try and snuff that flame out, just helps you tend it.

It’s a controlled burn. You gotta let it get all the kindling out so new shit can grow.

Eddie pulls you into a hug and you lean into him. Breathe him in slow to try and get that lump to go away. You thank him for your shower and then gesture sadly behind you at the oven and thank him for the cinnamon rolls you know he hates. He laughs and it rumbles against you. He hums along to the music and you tuck your head into his neck and realize he’s got Neil Young on. There’s an old man joke on the tip of your tongue but then he starts singing along to Harvest Moon and you shut up. The tears you’ve been holding in since getting out of the shower push up and over and stain your cheeks and wet his old tshirt and he just shushes you. Sways you against him until the timer goes off and he sways you over to the stove and manages to get the round pan out without burning either of you.

Maybe it’s a rainy day and the drops patter against the windows. Eddie knows you like the rain and he dances you across the living room so he can crack the window so you can hear it coming down.

Because I’m still in love with you, I wanna see you dance again…

Sings quietly into your hair and tucks you up close and let’s you cry on his shoulder and when he feels you slowing down, taking those deep breaths to steady yourself, he pulls his phone out and replays the song so he can properly dance with you. He wants you to laugh so he holds your fingertip and first knuckle, acts like he’s playing a tiny harmonica. You giggle and he feels better, lighter. There’s color in your cheeks again and you’re looking him in the eye before you give him a kiss and drape back over him.

It’s cozy and it smells like cinnamon rolls and you’re swaying with him and you both are happy.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fluff #Professor Munson #my fic #my work #I’m stressed #have this

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strscrossed · 6 months

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stupid, a high school reincarnation ficlet

yes that's the title. no it's not a joke. you'll see why. this wasn't edited at all and i'm in my feels right now after tiktok put me there. ANYWAY! here's the moment mikasa saw eren for the first time!

Mikasa felt like she had no reason to be so heartbroken.

It was a rainy afternoon on a Monday in mid-October. Mina was her project and they worked well together. The project was already done and the two of them were just hanging out in the girl’s room.

“Are you on Instagram? I want to follow you!”

Mikasa shook her head, “I don’t really do social media.Tried it once, it’s way too stressful.”

“Fair enough.”

Mina went to the bathroom and Mikasa saw that the rain had let up a little bit. Well that was nice, maybe some fresh air.

Big mistake.

She didn’t know how she was going to meet Eren in this life, if she was even going to see him at all. As the years went by, the hope of it dwindled. There were other things going on in her life, so she tried not to think about how alone she was. Again.

She never thought this would be how.

Eren stood on the neighbor’s balcony and he wasn’t alone. There, on the balcony, for the world to see, he was making out with a girl. She didn’t know who and with their state of dress or lack thereof, it was obvious what they’d been doing.

Her chest constricted painfully and she forgot how to breathe. Her brain barely registered the fact that she was seeing Eren in front of her. It was now registering heartbreak on top of that. And all of that combined led her to gasp. And it was loud enough to get their attention.

This was a nightmare, it had to be. Their eyes met and before he could even run, she ran out. She had to leave. She had to go.

She heard her name and wasn’t sure who was calling it. The rain started again and she was soaked to the bone but she continued to run.

This was stupid, so stupid. She had no right to be upset. She had her share of wild nights with random guys. It still hurts though. And she can’t breathe. She’d wanted to find him for so long. Things had ended horribly for them, but there was always that promise.

See you later…

Beer couldn’t solve this. It was time to break out some of Kenny’s cheap whiskey. She almost collapsed on the sidewalk, but she wasn’t dramatic enough for that.

She never thought she’d see Eren again. Now, she wished that she never had…

Eren was panicking.

“You’re sure it was her, Eren?” Armin asked.

He scowled, though Armin couldn’t see him. He’d been forced to drive home after driving around for an hour. He knew that it was her. He’d know Mikasa Ackerman anywhere. He’d only been pining after her all this life and last.

“You think I wouldn’t be able to pick Mikasa out from a crowd. It was her, Armin. And she saw everything,” he gritted his teeth, kicking himself mentally again and again.

“Damn it,” Armin let out a deep breath. “You’re telling me she’s been around this whole time and the first time she sees you in this lifetime is after you hooked up with Lara Tybur, is that right?”

Eren made a noise, “I swear, Armin, if I have to repeat myself…”

Armin mumbled something under his breath, “Okay, I’ll see what I can find out. But you better be ready to grovel because this is just one more thing you have to make up for. I can’t believe you, honestly.”

“Yeah, I know. I already feel like shit, Armin, I’m just telling you that she’s here. I don’t know where she went but she saw me and booked it. You can punch me again at a later time. First, help me find her. That’s all.”

“Oh, I will. But Eren? She may not be ready to talk to you. So be ready if that’s the case.”

The line went dead and Eren was close to chucking it at the wall.

He was an idiot. When he met Lara again, it was awkward as hell, obviously. But she looked so much like Mikasa, it was almost scary. The attraction was there and they’d been going at it since June. The fact didn’t escape him that he went from literally eating her last life to eating her in a completely other way.

But Mikasa had seen and the summer he’d had was the furthest thing from his mind. Mikasa was the only girl that mattered to him. She was the only girl he’d ever loved, the only girl he would ever love. And he broke her heart. Again.

Lara texted him earlier and he just told her that their little arrangement was over. There was no room for interpretation, it was done. He wanted to find Mikasa. He wanted to be with Mikasa. Only her, no one else.

He just had to find her. And grovel. He was willing to get down on his knees and beg. He didn’t give a damn about his pride when it came to her.

They went to the same school. In fact, they had study hall together. What the fuck, how had he missed that? Oh right, their teacher couldn’t care less if they showed up or not and didn’t bother taking attendance.

She avoided him like the plague. He tried calling out to her and she just walked faster. It hurt, it hurt a lot but he was nothing if not persistent.

He tried to find her during break and lunch, no luck. Last life, she avoided him like the plague whenever she was upset. She was doing just that.

He did manage to run up to her at one point on Thursday afternoon, on the way to study hall. He tried to talk, he tried to say anything but she sighed. It wasn’t even a sigh of anger or frustration, she was just tired.

“I’m not in the mood for talking, Eren. Please leave me alone.”

“Mikasa, please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “I just want to talk. What you saw—”

“Eren. Leave. Me. Alone.”

She disappeared into the classroom before he could beg again. Study hall was their last period but they weren’t allowed to talk. She just ran off.

She didn’t want to talk.

He stood there. He didn’t want to give up, but he felt like the biggest piece of shit.

And maybe, he deserved it.

#ficlet #high school reincarnation au #eremika

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gamerwoo · 10 months

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hansol/mingyu: the lovers playlist

characters: mingyu x female reader (mentions of hansol x female reader)

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to maybe lovers, all 100% fluff

word count: 1,227

summary: and all i need is to be struck by your electric love

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

previous song | next song | back to playlist

Despite the way you ended up in Mingyu’s room the first time, it was one of your favorite places to hang out. There was always something cozy to you about moments like that when you looked back on them. Like laying in bed when you’re sick and watching comfort videos on Youtube, or wrapping yourself in layers of blankets when you’re sad. In the moment, it’s always awful, but looking back on it, it feels slightly warm.

Or maybe you’re just a fucked up masochist.

Either way, you always found Mingyu’s room cozy. You weren’t sure if he kept it clean because he knew you came around to hang out, or because he was actually a tidy person. His room always smelled like his favorite cologne, his bedding was always pristine white, and he always like to light candles around the room for a warm glow instead of using lights.

Just like the first time you were in there, except then, there were a few articles of clothing scattered around his floor.

But also like the first time -- and every other time -- he liked to play music. If you weren’t watching something, he’d turn his speaker on and softly play something from his phone. Like what he was doing currently while the two of you just talked. It was one of those times where you got oddly deep, with both of you talking about fears, dreams, and the future.

Candy, she’s sweet like candy in my veins.

Mingyu wasn’t even really registering the music. It wasn’t until you started softly humming along while the two of you sat in a comfortable silence that he even remembered there was music playing. He realized the song sounded familiar, and he was pretty sure it was from a handful on videos he saw on tiktok. That’s probably where he got it from.

Both of you were laying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling but occasionally turning your heads to look at each other. You were looking between all the sticky glow-in-the-dark stars the two of you had stuck up there while you were bored one night and said Mingyu wanted to look at the stars but you couldn’t see them because of all the lights outside. You informed him of the stars and the two of you immediately went out to find them.

“Y’know,” you spoke up again, “I was thinking about this the other night... I think I’m finally over it.”

Mingyu’s eyebrows raised as he turned his head to look at you, “Like, over Hansol?”

You nodded before you met his eyes, “I just...don’t care now, I guess. I don’t remember how we started talking about it but Jieun mentioned I haven’t talked about Hansol at all lately and it was like I forgot that I was even upset over that whole thing. I was kinda like, ‘oh yeah, that’, y’know?”

“That’s really good,” he smiled at you warmly. “I’m happy for you,”

“Yeah,” you smiled back as you both went back to looking at the ceiling.

After another moment of soft silence, Mingyu asked, “How do you feel knowing that you’re not hurt by it anymore?”

“Free in a way,” you chuckled. “Sounds cheesy, but I feel like it’s not constantly in the back of my mind. It makes me happy. It’s like when you’re really stressed about something like homework due the next day that you didn’t do, or something about finances. And then once you figure it out or it’s all over, you feel a weight off your shoulders. Kinda like that.”

He hummed in response.

Genuinely, Mingyu was happy for you. All he wanted was for you to be happy again, and he was glad he could be there for you while you healed. He hoped he had helped at least a little bit, too.

But there was a selfish part of Mingyu that also told him that this was finally his chance. This was when he could tell you. This was finally it.

No, he told himself, you still need to give her time. She just confided this in you. Don’t ruin it. Don’t rush it. Let her be.

“Not to sound cheesy,” you chuckled a little awkwardly, “but I should probably thank you.”

Mingyu snorted but had a warm smile on his face as he looked at you, “For what?”

“You basically are the only reason I got over it and, like, properly healed,” you told him, turning your head to look at him again. He was laying the other way, his head still by yours but his legs dangled off the opposite side of the bed from yours. He looked like he was upside down which made his smile look a little goofy, and it made you giggle. “If I wanted to vent, you’d let me. If I needed a distraction after schedules, you were there when you could be. You just made me feel...better. So...yeah, thanks. And thanks for not letting me be an asshole and push you away the first time.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, _____,” he chuckled. “That’s all basically the bare minimum.”

“But you didn’t have to. You’re Hansol’s friend first -- you’re basically brothers. You could’ve just ignored the whole situation and taken his side.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you did anything wrong. You just really liked him. And we’re friends, too. You were always so sweet and you were funny and fun to hang out with. I can be friends with both of you.”

“Well I’m glad you think that way,” you offered a small smile. “To be honest, I haven’t felt this, like...happy and relaxed in a long time. So...thanks for being my friend.”

“I told you to not thank me,” he laughed softly.

“I don’t know what else to say,” you laughed, too.

And then it was silent as you both just looked at each other, hints of smile and laughter still on your faces as the music filled the void of the two of you not speaking. Neither of you really knew what to say but it was a situation where, for some reason, you couldn’t look away.

Baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle.

Mingyu wasn’t sure if it was just him, but he felt tension. He’d never felt this tension with you. Your silences were always comfortable, not that this wasn’t, but it was...something.

But you definitely felt it, too.

I can’t let you go now that I’ve got it.

Carefulness be damned. As Mingyu stared at you, his overwhelming urge to just tell you everything about how he felt was rapidly building until he felt like he was going to burst. He wouldn’t risk the confusion like Hansol did. He wouldn’t miss his opportunity like Hansol did.

He wouldn’t let you go like Hansol did.

And all I need is to be struck...

He was moving his head toward you, and you weren’t moving away. His eyes glanced down at your lips, and you found yours doing the same.

By your electric love.

Your lips met softly; sweetly. After a few seconds, Mingyu’s hand moved to your face, his warm palm cupping your cheek.

His heart felt like it was going to explode, a smile growing on his lips that you felt, giggling into the kiss.

Baby, your electric love.

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ihatemisinformstion · 11 months

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I hate TikTok so much you have no idea how much I hate it they hear one little thing out of context and then they suddenly say it’s canon hurting like half of there own community because they hate queer black people for some god awful reason I don’t even know about the micro aggressions or the fact that people think HOBIE x miles is a proship I will say this once and I will say this again I will LIGIT clear everything on hobie having a canon age because he does not. And I’m tired of people on TikTok and anywhere else saying the same thing and I might change this into my second acc just for flowerpunk and I’ll actually put my name but I’m not gonna cause I don’t wanna have this turn into a big thing if they do confirm he’s over 18 but anyways I’m going to give all my points cause I think people see something and they automatically think it’s true

To the people saying he's 19/20 that was a director talking about his concept design and could be more based on the comics it's safe to assume that Sense another director said it's up for interpretation and Gwen said he's about her and miles age then he's most likely a teen below 18 and was aged Down for the movie and it's kinda obvious because he hangs around the teen squad don't litsen to the misinformation everyone is sayin as well as the clip that people are talking about is completely out of context and so I need you to all stop it!! I’m not even an adult and I despise pro shipping it’s one of the things that triggers me into things it’s weird and it’s weird your putting a silly ship into this horrible topic so many think it’s ok to put in because the age is unconfirmed half of you people just don’t like queer black people and I am one so for the love of god stop calling people proshippers when they view hobie as a kid!!!

Phil Lord who's also a director said it's up to interpretation/headcanon plus even likened him to Sex pistols who started off young. Alsp like I said the whole Gwen and Hobie implied/jokes about being together thing would be weird as f https://twitter.com/sillyabtspiders/status/1666405777009958913?t=ct4kf0PoYIeUHwsP3tsHDQ&s=19

Of course there’s the other video but again that is concept hobie and prowler hobie not even the hobie we See as well as HOBIE is Most likely aged down and based off teen hobie stop bringing it up because it doesn’t matter!!! I’m literally so upset with being called a proshipper and such and it’s actually really stupid that I have to fight on this because everyone other ship is fine except when there both black and queer it’s weird to how much people care and I’m so tired I’m so very tired of it. I literally cannot take it anymore it’s weird you people are just as weird I’m just so upset right now and by the way I’m writing you probably have already seen me post a bit on my main but it’s embarrassing how you all cling to one thing

I feel great comfurt in this ship I do with a lot of dynamics and I don’t even ship punkflower hard I just think it’s cute but the way you people look at soemthing and think “wow proshipper” is insane because eTHATS NOT WHAT IT IS IM SORRY ITS NOT IT MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED and I can’t tell if it’s cause I’m getting hyper fixated on this or what but I hate when this happens because wir causes so many people stress for no reason but your stupidity

Unless every single director comes out and says that HOBIE is older than 18 and not with Gwen and miles I will delete this and actually admit to it ok I’m not unreasonable I’m angry but that wouldn’t make sense because why would they tease romantic relationship as well as having hobie be with the minor coded charachters all the time

IM SO SORRY IF YOUR STRESSED BY THIS BECAUSE IM THE SAME I JUST FEEL LIKE WE WILL NEVER WIN and it’s so AKWARD I seriously hope that this whole situation gets cleared up and people will be able to ship and have there family dynamics and I’m sorry for anyone who doesn’t wanna see discourse just wanted to finally clear everything up because I know it stresses me out so I can’t imagine how other people feel

#punkflower #miles x hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #miles morales #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv hobie #rant

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d1n0m1te · 1 year

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To cut it short and sweet, this needs everyone immediate attention, and I’m honestly both upset and pissed that I hadn’t heard about it sooner. I’m sure by now a lot of people are just now hearing about it with it now circulating on social media - TikTok especially.

Right now, The Willow Project is being decided on by the Biden Administration which will basically not only be destroying native land in Alaska, wolf life, ecosystems and so on for the sake of oil and material gain, but this could also permanently damage the O-Zone layer as this project is apparently meant to hon for thirty years. THIRTY FUCKING YEARS. That damage will never be able to fixed.

We need to do something, I have two links for which you can send in letters to the Biden administration on as well as a change.org. Regardless, something needs to be done, do what you can, boost the hell out of this because this is a problem that won’t just harm us, but those in the future too. I literally had my own younger sibling come to me because she was so stressed about The Willow Project. They’re twelve. Fucking TWELVE, NO TWELVE YEAR OLD SHOULD BE STRESSED ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT AND THE POTENTIAL END OF THE WORLD.

I don’t care how you do it or where, but boost the fuck out of this, let it be known that we are fucking tired of these people I’m power who are SUPPOSED to take care and help us repeatedly keep fucking us over and making things worse solely because they’re all old and it wouldn’t be affecting them in their lifetime. How selfish. Do something, not just for yourselves, but for those in the future that will be impacted by these choices.

#stop the willow project #the willow project #Protect the arctic #environment #environmental disaster #enviromental

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gigglymarvel · 1 year

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Content and Cackles (Scarlett Johannson x Reader)

“Hi how are you can you write one for Scarlett x reader where Scarlett is upset so the reader makes hot chocolate for her and tickles her to cheer her up please?” (Word count: 1643)

Scarlett rubbed her temples, clearly tired and overwhelmed. Things were going well with the new product launches for the Outset, but she was unsure about what to do with all the options she had for roles upcoming and she missed her kids.

You had been working for sometime with Scarlett as a social media manager for the Outset. Although you didn’t see her often, the two of you bonded quite well.

You noticed that Scarlett was in the office today, but she seemed a little overwhelmed and was currently sitting on the couch. You knew you had to do something, and the first thing that came to mind was hot chocolate. So you made her some with whipped cream and marshmallows and came to join her on the couch.

“Hey, I made you this, it looks like you need it.” You told her softly. Scarlett softened immediately as she took the mug from your hands.

"Thank you, Y/n. You're so considerate and kind. I hope you know how much you're appreciated around here." She told you as you shrugged with a small smile.

“I try my best… are you okay though? You look exhausted.” You tell her straight out.

Scarlett smiled sadly, "Just a lot on my mind. Today went so well with all the product launch work, but I'm torn between acting roles and missing my kids." She admitted honestly.

You nodded, unsure about how you could help but rubbed her back. “I’m sorry… if there’s anything I can do to support you, let me know.” You told her, putting a hand on her knee and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Scarlett squealed in surprise, "Hehey! Thahat tihihickles!" The actress giggled, snapping her out of her stressed transe. You looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Seriously?” You asked, biting your lip with a shy smile as you gently squeezed into both knees now.

"Ahahaha Y/n nahahahehehe!" She squealed and giggled and lightly batted at your hands. But you just smiled a little more, feeling slightly awkward since you were a lot younger than her, but nevertheless moving to gently scribble into her ribs.

"NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!" Scarlett shrieked lightly and fell into you, making you smile a little more and shake your fingers in.

“Isn’t this making you feel less stressed?” You asked casually.

"YEEHEHES I mehehean!" She blushed madly and just laughed as you got her, you chuckled a little and moved to scribble under her arms.

"NOHAHAHHEHEHE!" She shrieked and giggled like a little kid as she fell into your lap, "NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

You watched her with raised eyebrows, unable to believe how sensitive she was as you kept gently drilling in. “Woah, you’re bad here.”

"SHUHUHUHT UHUHUP Y/N!" She squealed and blushed, but actually needed this type of break. You simply shrugged before going to gently shake into her belly, knowing you were just telling the truth.

Scarlett's giggles went lighter there, as she batted at you gently, "Y/n ihihihit tihihickles!!" She told you, making you shrug again, continuing under her arms suddenly for a little longer before pulling away.

“Well uh… how do you feel?” You asked with an awkward smile. The actress blushed, "Better actually," she admitted quietly and pulled you into a hug, "However, Y/n, I do need you to answer one question for me," she said with a playful smile.

“Of course, I was actually thinking of this idea for a TikTok if you would like to hear about it, only when you’re ready of course.” You told her, assuming her question was about work.

Scarlett smiled, "Oh I'd love to hear it!" She said sincerely and then smirked playfully, "Are you ticklish?" Your eyes widened briefly, convincing yourself you had imagined that question and shook it off.

“Basically there’s a trend going around with the Koopa Troopas, where you’re in the middle of an argument whilst the songs playing and then you stop what you’re doing and do a dance at a certain point.” You started to explain.

The blonde actress grinned, "I agree, I like it, a lot." She then squeezed your knee, "However, sweet Y/n, I asked if you were ticklish,"

“Buhut then you could be giving an important presentation then you’d stop to do this for two beats.” You said and did the dance, still avoiding the question.

"You're brilliant, Y/n," the actress grinned and leaned into you, giving your sides a few squeezes, "But you didn't answer my question,"

“I-I’ll show you an example!” You giggled out, jumping away as you got out your phone. Scarlett smiled, "Oh you are ticklish," she smirked and came close to you, placidly watching on the phone for a moment.

You just shook your head, watching the ten second video with her with a grin. “So… you wanna do it?”

Scarlett nodded, "On one condition," she smirked and shook into your sides, "I get to tickle you back first!"

You whined and squealed, trying hard not to giggle. “Wha? Nononono…”

"Oh c'mon Y/n, it's okay to laaaaugh!" She grinned playfully at you as she squeezed up to your lower ribs, causing you to squeal and fall back into her arms.

“Nohohohoho mean!” The actress simply grinned in victory, "Ohoho! You ARE ticklish here! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" She said in her mom voice, bubbly and light and teasing in your ear.

You shook your head, giggling hysterically as you tried to sit up to shuffle away from her. “Nohohoho fahahahahair!”

"Awwww but it is! Besides, you cheered me up, you deserve to smile too!" Scarlett cooed fondly and spidered into your tummy. Biting your lip, you scrunched your face up and stubbornly shook your head.

Scarlett smirked, "Oh I know how to get past this," she said and raspberried your neck as she playfully kneaded between your ribs, causing you to squeal in surprise and move to the other side of the couch. “Nope!”

The actress pouted playfully, but ceased her attempt at jesting retaliation. "Oh come here and show me that video will you, I truly do think this would be a great idea for our next product promotion," she smiled and patted the seat next to her.

You narrowed your eyes, but slowly made your way back to her again and getting the video back up. “I-it’s just a silly thing… you don’t have to go ahead with it.” You told her quietly.

"No I sincerely loved the idea from the start, I was just caught up in having fun with you too," she said as she hugged you tightly from the side. You made a face, shaking your head casually.

“I just wanted to help you, that’s all…”

"You did, sweet one," She said and hugged you and kissed the top of your head as she rubbed your back, making you sigh as you hugged her back.

“Well, that’s my job. I’m glad I can do something right.” The blonde quirked her brow, "Something? You do so much good around here!" She said emphatically and poked your sides gently.

You flinched, trying not to react as you tried to remain professional. “I try my best. But as long as you feel better, that’s what’s important.”

Her eyes watched you, "Y/n, you know we're friends, not just coworkers right?" She softened as she rubbed your back. "I wouldn't have trusted just a coworker to be that vulnerable," she smiled at you.

You shrugged. “I know… but I’m glad I could help you.” You murmured quietly.

The actress rolled her eyes, "You know people can help you too," she smirked and started shaking into your ribs again, making you squeal with laughter as you fell onto your side.

"Awww there we goo!" Scarlett grinned and spidered and shook into your tummy, squeezing your sides in between. You couldn’t help but giggle hysterically whilst attempting to poke under Scarlett’s arms, or do something to get her off.

Scarlett flinched a little but managed to keep tickling you, "Awww it's so good to see you laugh like this Y/n! I love your laugh! Ticktickticktickle!"

“I hahahahate my laugh!” You whine out, giggling even more as you tried to keep going under her arms.

The actress flinches and giggles a little, causing her to falter and grab your hips in her squeezes to attempt to keep tickling you, "Noho cheating!"

You squealed and jumped back, giggling and falling into her arms without realising. “Ahahahah nohohoho!”

The actress grinned, "Oh it's the hips for you is it?" She smirked and positioned her thumbs perfectly to squeeze into your hip hollows, making you yelp and burst into laughter. “NOHOHO!”

"Ohhhh noooo, not theeere huh?" She sing-songed as she kept pulsing her thumbs gently into the soft flesh in front of your hip bones.

“SCAHAHAHARLETT!” You screeched, pushing at her hands helplessly as you threw your head back in fits of giggles.

"Oh myyyy this is a spoooooot!" The blonde grinned and then let you go, "Okay, let's see your ideas now," she smirked playfully as she hugged you and rubbed your back.

You just blushed, taking in deep breaths as you took a moment to recover, before getting up your notes to show Scarlett your many ideas for new videos to promote her skincare range. The entrepreneur smiled as she looked over your notes with you, "At least I know how to also relax you when you've been working too hard, Y/n," she winked, "Thank you for helping me get out of my head and laugh."

“No worries, now finish your hot chocolate before it goes cold.” You demanded playfully, earning you a side poke before Scarlett finished off her drink.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ler!scarlett #ticklish!scarlett #ler!reader #ticklish!reader

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