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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 16 days

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Mentions of being drunk.

Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who showed up at your work in the morning with your bagel and coffee like he did every time when you had Gabriella for the week. Knowing how you hadn’t eaten anything, waving off your concern about him going out of his way to bring it to you.

Baby daddy!Miguel who, despite knowing he will probably be late to work due to traffic this morning being abysmal, he still lingered around your work desk after dropping off your food. Not-so subtly hinting about talking about what happened during the weekend. Shooting him a glare to shush because you know how nosy your coworkers can be.

Baby daddy!Miguel who finally leaves for work, but not before you agree to discuss the unignorable conversation, later on of course, away from the ears of your coworkers and definitely not around the nosy girl that was your daughter.

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Once the elevator doors closed behind him, you haven’t even gotten a chance to blink, let alone gather your bearings before your coworkers started up.

“Who was thaaaat?”

“Her ex-husband.”

“No, they never got married, remember? That’s her baby daddy.”

“Giiiirl, a man like him? One can dream.”

“I know right? Those muscles put my husband to shame, and he’s a firefighter. Why does a scientist need to be that jacked anyways.”

“Okay are you guys done ogling at my ex?” You finally spoke up, irrational so apparent that it made the other three girls quiet down almost immediately. You couldn’t help but feel your chest burning a bit as you took a bite of your bagel.

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Baby mommy!Reader who finally got to clock out after a long day of work. One foot already out the door once the clock struck 5pm so she could go pick up Gabriella from after school soccer practice.

Baby mommy!Reader who listened to her daughter rambling about her day at school and practice, telling her all the juicy middle school gossip she learned on her first day while the two sat in the afternoon traffic.

Baby mommy!Reader who felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up when she turned the corner into her hallway and saw her ex sitting in front of her front door. Clearly not sober.

No, not Miguel, the other ex.

Baby mommy!Reader who hurriedly guided her daughter back towards where she came off the elevator, thankfully he didn’t see either of them turn the corner. Ignoring Gabi’s voice questioning why she turned away once she saw Henry, rather than walk up to him and greet him with a hug and a peck on the lips like Gabi had grown used to.

Baby mommy!Reader who assured her little girl that she’ll explain later. Before pulling out her phone, and opening up the messages app.

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Miguel. -You

?? -Miguel

can you do me a favor? -You

What’s the favor? -Miguel

Henry is camping outside of my front door and me and Gabriella can’t go inside without facing him. He looks drunk. -You

I’ll be there in 20, stay in the lobby. -Miguel

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Ten minutes later, Miguel came marching through the front door of the apartment building. Letting his scowl fade away so as to not let his daughter catch it. She didn’t need to know what he was about to do to Henry.

“Hey honey,” he scooped down to give Gabriella a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before standing up straight to look at you. Pulling you into a hug as well so he can whisper his next words. “He didn’t touch either of you, did he?” You quickly shook your head no.

“Didn’t even see us.” You whispered back.

“Good.” He finally let his arm leave the small of your back, leaving the cold air to hit your back once more. “ Gabriella, you and mom are gonna go down to that nail salon down the street, and get some manicures and pedicures. We’ll explain everything when you get back.” He explained calmly, too calmly, as he reached for his wallet and pulled out a few twentys from it, handing it to you. You didn’t even get a chance to protest the action because he started to gently push you both back out of the complex building.

Now I can deal with this stupid rat once and for all.

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ayeyolooo · 4 months

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Memory lane

This is part 2 part one is here!

Please excuse any grammatical errors 😥!

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"MAN ION LIKE BOYS BUT who was that fine ass boy you was talking to at the mall yesterday n/n?" London asked. "Oh he's someone from middle school." You shrugged and smiled.

"One of them kids that made you leave?" You nodded. You clacked your nails together as london mugged you. "No no he was the one who made them stop." You said defending armin.

"Ohhh okay." She said. "I'm happy that you found someone my love." She said smiling and wrapping you into a hug. Paris was sleeping cuddling with your dog kody who was also sleeping.

"I wanna see how they look now." You mumbled and laid on your stomach before opening instagram and clicking armin's page. You scrolled on his page.

"But maybe imma see them later." You said. "Girl you over there worried bout them,youn got nothing to be worried bout." London said. "Okay?" London asked. "Okay." You said clicking your phone off. "Now let's go do summm." She said smiling and getting off of your bed. She grabbed your beats pill speaker and grabbed your phone. She unlocked it and clicked shuffle on your playlist.

'Run tha streetz.' By Tupac started to play as you both of you starting singing. "YOU COULD RUN THE STREETS WITH YOUR THUGS ILL BE WAITING FOR YOUUUUUU." The both of you began singing outloud and laughing.

London went on her Instagram and began to go live.

User1: ouuuu who is thaaaat?

3rennn joined.

Mi.mikasa joined.

Meelasplayhouse: ouuuuu she reall prettyy.

"I know right!" London said bringing your face into the camera. You just smiled and lip synced to the song.

Armin.alert joined.

"Ohhh y/n there go your mannnnn." She said as you jerked your head back before looking closer to the phone and seeing that armin joined. Your face went hot as you just sucked your teeth."Girl that's not my mannnn." You said. "Yet." She whispered.

Niseyuserlol: whoooooo!?

^gossipqueennn: that basketball player armin alert.

Jaecomments: no way she talks to armin alert.

"That's cause I don't." You said throwing some hair over your shoulder.

You pulled your pants up and buckled them finally after jumping just to get them up. You took a breath out and just laid on your bed out of breath. "Lord have mercy." You sighed out and stood up before you walked to your dresser and grabbed a shirt and slid it on.

You walked to your closet and grabbed your jordan 4's before abusing your finger trying to put your shoe on.

You grabbed your bookbag and threw some blank journals, a binder,some mechanical pencils pens and some paper in it. You grabbed your France fragrance perfume by Victoria secret and sprayed some on you before placing it into your bookbag.

You grabbed a hoodie and made your way downstairs. You seen your mom throwing last minute things into her purse before looking up and seeing you.

"Oh hey baby you look beautiful as always." She said kissing your forehead. "Thank you ma." You said cheesing. Your mom grabbed her phone and held it up. "I need my pictures,this your last year mama." She said.

You groaned. "Maaaaaaaaa." She shook her head. "Ion wanna hear it,now pose." You did a pose with a fake smile and she clicked the button making the flash shine bright in your eye. Your eyes watered as she took a thousand more pictures.

"Okay ma. It's getting late." You said looking at your Apple Watch. "Okay fine."she said smiling at the pictures she did get. "Ahhhh my baby got so big." She said. You sat in the front with her as she started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Okay here's your schedule,just ask around and someone would point to where you have to go okay?" Your mom said handing you your schedule. You nodded before taking it from her.

You looked at it and scanned for your first class. "Psychology." You read outloud. You walked around asking for directions as everyone pointed to where your class was. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you knocked on the door.

Someone opened it as your heart was beating out of its chest as you walked to the teachers desk. She had glasses with a ponytail and a green suit on.

"Hello." She greeted as she took your schedule. She scanned it and nodded. "Okay you can sit in this group right here." She pointed to a group that had one seat missing. You nodded "thank you ms...." You trailed off you her name. "Oh it's hanji! Don't worry students always have a hard time pronouncing my name." She said smiling.

You just gave her a little smile before you turned and made your way to the back where you sat down in the seat drawing attention to yourself. "My goodness she's so pretty." One of the girls whispered to the other who just nodded in agreement.

"Y/n?" You heard someone call you. "You looked around and seen the familiar blonde. "Armin?" You asked scooting over to him and hugging him.

"Wait your name is y/n? As in y/n l/n?"the boy with a buzz cut asked as you nodded hesitantly. All of their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

"Pick ya jaw up off the floor before someone step on it." Armin said mugging them. "How do you know that?" You asked them tracing your forearm tattoo. "Um I'm Connie,that's mikasa,Jean,Sasha and eren." Your body went hot as your eyes widened.

"My bad man we didn't mean to run you away." Connie apologized. You just shooed it off. "You good,I just hope that we're passed that point." Everyone eagerly nodded as you just chuckled. "You're so fine." Jean said as you just smiled. "Thank you." You said. Armin just chew on his inside cheek.

"Okay class so we're going to be talking about the mind responds to different things." Hanji said titling the board. "Make sure you take good notes and use a pen,do not write with a pencil in my class." Hanji said pushing her glasses up and turning around.

"Y/n." Armin lightly nudged you. "Hm?" You asked looking at him. "You're left handed?" He asked looking at you holding your pen. You just chuckled and nodded yes. "That's so cool." He said with a pearly smile.

His pink plumped lips looked so kissable right now. "Wanna go catch up wit you." He said. You nodded "yeah when?" You said bouncing your leg up and down. "Today after school." You nodded. "Yeah but you gotta come get me cause ion gotta car yet." He nodded his head. "Ight imma come get you around what? 5:30?" He asked. You nodded. "Bett." He smiled.

My kitty kitty meow meow is not meowing right now. It's growling,barking and waterfalling. Heyyy do you like hello kitty cause my kitty wanna say hi to you lollll.

His nose is so rideable. I can see his abs though his shirt. I should ask him what size shoe he wear for research purposes..

"Y/n you good?" He asked you "I'm good." You cleared your throat and continued to write the notes down.

"Okay so now that we're done with the notes! Please review with your partner what you've taken down. And exchange some information between the two. After that please give me two examples of the different types of responses and stimulus's" hanji said writing on the Promethean board.

You were sitting beside Sasha and armin. "Hiiii." She exitedly waved as you smiled and returned her wave. "Okay so I'm just going to let you know nowww,I'm INLOVE with you." She said. You just laughed and covered your mouth. "Thank you." You said barring your false eyelashes at her.

"Girl I'm so serious." She said with a serious expression before the both of you buses out laughing. "Na I'm just playing but wanna work with me?" She asked. "Yeah sure." You said.

Both you and Sasha exchanged socials and phone numbers before getting to know eachother. Hanji had to ask you two to quiet down more than once,which was horrible due to the both of you laughing out loud.

"So what's something you've been interested in?" Sasha asked you as the wrote down the answers "I've learned how to do hair." You replied as you worked.

"Ohhh that's niceee,I know how to do nails." She said showing you. You gasped and grabbed her hand as you looked at her nails. "Girllll these are so cuteeeeeee." You said looking at her short nails that were black French tipped with little planets on it.

"These $45 for you ma." She said with a little wink. "Ouuuuuuu." You covered your mouth from being excited. "So y/n..." Connie drew attention to you as they all started asking you questions until class was over with.

You placed your things in your bookbag and you looked up to see Sasha waiting for you at the door. You just smiled as you walked next to her. "I didn't think you was going to wait for me." You took your beats out and placed them around your neck. "Why?" She giggled out. "Becauseeeee." You trialed off.

"Listen I'm truly sorry for how we all treated you in middle school,but I promise you that we aren't like that anymore." You just played with your lanyard that held your id in it. "Okay." You said with a small smile.

She wrapped her arm in with yours and walked with you to where everyone was. "Y/nnnnnn!" Connie said running up to you.

This was honestly so weird. "Yes?" You asked looking for Armin.

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m00nsbaby · 9 months

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Already over.

Main Steven Grant x F! reader. ( + Marc Spector x F! Reader)

Part 2. Sleepwalking.

Warnings & tags. ANGTS!! Cheating kinda but not really?, hurt, and all of thaaaat.

Word count. 3.4k

Summary.

We been talking for hours About how we shouldn't talk for hours on end. Kissing after a conversation About how we'd probably be better off as friends. Same time here next weekend Say, "We won't do this again" Make me fall where I stand Only like you can.

It had been a while since Steven and you had accepted your positions in Marc's life. Both of you were external parts of something larger, like small protrusions on a road that led nowhere.

You decided to understand it when you realized the burden Marc had to carry. Khonshu had taken hold of his psyche and shattered it as he pleased, although he was aware of his dissociative identity disorder, he had started to lose control a long time ago and this resulted in Steven finding out in the worst possible way. It was as if life itself had decided to break him in every possible way.

Hadn't he suffered enough already? Steven and you weren't going to take away the last thing he had.

The love of his life. Layla El-Faouly.

You envied her in different ways. Living a life of adventures with the man of your dreams sounded like something out of a book. She was a strong woman and the first in Marc's life, and therefore also in Steven's, but if there was something that broke your heart in half, it was knowing that she was happy with him.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't happy with Steven. He gave you all of himself and loved you in a way he never tried to hide. But for years now, you had been the one picking up the pieces of two broken people and putting them back together. And then, there was Layla, who didn't even know about the existence of her husband's alter ego, enjoying the best part.

The carefree part that stood above all the atrocities of daily life, simply having a nice date or the official title of his wife, with a ring and legal documents.

"Do you miss working at the museum?" Steven's fingers traced your waistline, occasionally pausing to press on the moles peeking beneath the fabric of your short shirt.

"You have no idea how much." You could never tell him how much you appreciated that he didn't lie to you. You knew he comforted Marc by telling him that life was perfect just the way it was.

You were face to face. You admired Steven's face in front of you.

Anyone would think that once the issue of his fake sleep disorder was cleared up, he would look less tired. Although there were still hundreds of nocturnal missions, and Khonshu destroyed the mercenary's body until an exhaustion beyond description, now Steven could sleep a few more hours, the ones where he used to force himself to read until the letters danced before him.

Nothing had changed at all. In fact, you could swear that the dark circles under his eyes were becoming more noticeable.

"I love you, Steven." You said suddenly, resting a hand on his cheek. His skin had always been so soft and delightfully warm.

You brought a smile to his face, the one that momentarily makes you forget that both of you feel that time is running out.

The one that makes you forget the slight resentment you have towards Marc.

"I love you…" He whispered before leaning forward, just enough to brush his lips against yours, a gentle touch as his hand rested on your waist, and his thumb traced circles on your bare skin.

He wasn't lying; Steven never lied.

You spent the rest of the afternoon kissing and chatting about what had happened during the week you couldn't see each other. You asked about Layla as you always did, he shrugged, and you wondered if he felt the same resentment towards her that you felt towards Marc.

"The idea of vegan hot wings is stupid," you laughed as you bit into the vegetable in your hand, the one that was trying to deceive you and pass for something else.

"The sauce tastes good!" Steven laughed with you, playfully pushing you with his shoulder. To hell with sitting face to face in restaurants; if your bodies weren't close enough, neither of you were comfortable.

"It's a fraud."

"It's delicious." Seeing you take another bite was enough to feel that he was right without you explicitly saying it.

"Do you want to come to my apartment later?" You sucked your thumb to clean the sauce from it. "Yesterday, I accidentally stumbled upon a garage sale and bought the dumbest movie I've ever seen, I got it for us. It's called Rubber, and it's about a homicidal car tire."

Under any other circumstances, Steven would have laughed with you, but he gave you that look that you already knew too well.

"I'm sorry, love." Suddenly, the fake wings didn't look so appetizing. "Marc is feeling better."

Ah. That.

That was the signal that he would be spending the night with Layla.

"That's fine." You nodded immediately, and you also felt disgusted with the food in your hand.

How much longer could you go on like this?

After a few seconds of silence, you cleared your throat. You had some time to come up with a change of conversation.

"What happened to your hand?" Your index finger touched Steven's injured knuckles.

"Marc didn't keep the suit on long enough; the larger wounds healed, but the rest didn't." He never lied, although this might be the exception. A minor injury to prevent a bigger one; he wouldn't ruin his life over a trivial matter.

You nodded slowly, planted a kiss on his shoulder, and continued with your attempt at a date, which was going perfectly until you remembered where you were standing.

The truth was that the night before, Steven had had a fight with Marc, one of those that hadn't happened since they threatened not to switch bodies back to each other.

"Are you two together, Steven?" He was about to explode, about to go crazy. This was the last thing he needed right now, adding more lies and involving more people. "I already told you, no!" Ever since you considered the possibility that Marc might find out, you had decided that if it was a panic situation, you would opt for the most efficient plan: Deny, deny, deny, deny. "Don't lie to me, not to me!" He never yelled; he was the calculating, quiet, and careful type, but even he had a breaking point, and if Steven was going to shout, then he would too. "Do you think I'm stupid, Steven?" It's funny because he hadn't had any doubts until a few weeks ago, so maybe he was a bit stupid, but he wouldn't say it out loud. "No, no, but…" "But?" "We're not together, Marc; she's my best friend." The second part was at least not a lie. He exhaled heavily and mentally thanked for being in front because dealing with anger, panic, and fear without having control over your body was a nightmare he had experienced before. Why did he ever buy so many mirrors? Marc's accusing gaze followed him around the apartment. "And you like her," Steven completed, another thing that wasn't a lie. "If I lose Layla because of you two, I swear I'll…" Adrenaline rushed through him; he lost control of his hand, which ended up against one of the mirrors, breaking it into a thousand pieces. "Marc!" The other didn't say anything, he watched from the reflection of some glass pieces as Steven's hand now bled, and tears filled his eyes. His body was used to large doses of pain, but emotionally, he wasn't used to seeing himself bleed or handling loud noises well. "We. Are. Not. Together." It was the last thing he said as he stretched his fingers and watched the blood flow between them. Marc was no longer in the reflection. He didn't want to object.

"Will I see you the day after tomorrow?" You could still see him tomorrow, but the idea of him coming to your place smelling of Layla's citrusy perfume always disgusted you. It was as if an extra day would be enough to erase any traces of her from his body.

"The day after tomorrow, without fail." Steven knew; he didn't question you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, Steven."

"I love you, sweetheart."

Receiving calls or visits at midnight was always terrifying, especially when you knew your partner was constantly at risk, and this time was no exception.

The strong knocks on the door woke you up, and knowing it could be no one else but him, you opened the door without hesitation. Clad only in Steven's shirt that barely covered your thighs, with messy hair and half-closed eyes because the hallway light bothered you in the darkness.

Marc's tearful eyes met yours, along with the strong aroma of whiskey that Steven had told you about before, the one that stung his nose.

"Are you okay?" It was the first thing you said as he analyzed you from head to toe. He hated you, hated that you looked so good in the middle of the night, and hated that he felt a sense of ownership just from seeing you in a shirt that was originally his.

He didn't answer, he walked straight into your apartment, and you could only step aside to let him pass.

The way he walked past the sofas to sit on the floor was frightening; you had spent time with Marc during bad moments, but you had never seen him like this. You didn't say anything, didn't press, you just walked behind him and sat down beside him on the cold floor.

Your mere presence was enough for his eyes to fill with tears again.

"I didn't know where to go," he whispered, breaking your heart into a thousand pieces with just a few words.

"Oh, Marc." You knelt beside him to have better access to his body, and within seconds, you had your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "I'm here, calm down."

You didn't get more words from him for a while, just sobs and those annoying chest contractions you get when you try to breathe through crying. You could even feel the fabric of your shirt damp at the shoulder level from his tears.

"I'm scared." His voice was broken, trembling.

"I'm here." You repeated as you held him tighter.

He didn't have the strength to tell you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of the dreams where he saw himself with you, afraid of the way his heart raced the few times you crossed paths, afraid of losing Layla because of his feelings, and afraid of change.

He was terrified of the mere idea of his life changing completely again.

You played with his curls and stayed on your knees until they hurt, with him in your arms whimpering like a little kid.

"Let's go to bed, Marc." He didn't resist, and you led him by the hand.

Nor did he object when you helped him get rid of his clothes just so he could sleep a little better. He almost felt guilty about how comfortable he seemed to be in your bed.

You hugged him from behind, your two hands resting on his chest where you could feel the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his breath. Your cheek enjoyed the warmth of his back.

When you woke up, there were no traces of Marc anymore.

"Meanwhile, Osiris' wife, Isis, searched tirelessly for his body and then…" The way you were looking at the ground while walking had caught Steven's attention for quite a while, but he didn't confirm his suspicions until he noticed you weren't participating in his narration as you always used to do. "Lovey?"

"Huh?"

"You seem distracted today."

"I'm sorry, I, it's just…" You cleared your throat while forcing a small smile on your face.

"Do you like it here?" He interrupted to finally point out an area in the park that seemed perfect for your plan. You immediately nodded with that fake smile, and both of you sat down carefully on the grass. You placed the book you had been carrying in one hand aside.

Steven handed you your ice cream and kept his own in the other hand.

"Can we talk?"

"Nothing good ever comes out of that, I've seen it in movies." Steven tried to joke, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him sick to his stomach. Slowly, he rested his head on your lap.

Your hand, as if drawn by a magnet, went straight to his tousled curls. He closed his eyes and smiled; you had always compared that gesture to a puppy seeking more affection.

"We can't keep doing this to Marc, love." Your voice broke as you gave him those caresses he loved so much. "Nor to Layla, it's not fair to them."

Steven was looking at you again, with a terrified expression and a slight pout on his lips.

"And is it fair to us?" he snapped. Needless to say, both of you had long stopped paying attention to your sad ice creams; they were already melting into the grass.

"If Layla finds out, we'll ruin Marc's life." You tried to be the rational one between both of you, but with Steven's puppy eyes fixed on you, it was almost impossible to think clearly.

"And if we end… this, mine will be destroyed." Well, he had a point. "Please." His two hands went to your cheeks and pressed them gently, his forehead now resting against yours. "We can't. You can't." His lips claimed yours within seconds, and you could only respond as if life were slipping away.

Whom were you fooling? You were selfish enough to give in. After all, every night you created scenarios where Layla found out and left Marc, knowing that it would destroy him, but in your scenarios, you were there to comfort him, to prevent him from falling apart.

"I love you, Steven." You didn't get a response, but you didn't need to hear it; feeling the strength with which he held you was more than enough.

You were all he had, and he was all you had.

Life was better when you both pretended to have a life that wasn't yours. When you fantasized and made plans for a future you would both do anything to have.

"What do you think of that one?" You both looked like kids with your foreheads pressed against the glass that separated you from the kittens.

"They say the orange ones are crazy, lovey." The fact that Steven was just as interested as you in this fed your good mood entirely. "How about that one?"

"I like his or her fur." You pressed your index finger against the glass to try to get the attention of the kitty that was completely distracted playing with another.

"Love, love, love." He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh, so you looked at the opposite side, another part of the store.

You gasped.

"THAT ONE?" You had to cover your mouth when the tone of your voice caught the attention of other people in the place.

There was only one cat in the area reserved for senior cats. You knew it was harder for them to get adopted compared to the kittens, it was as if he was destined to be there.

"It's just a baby." You pouted slightly as you pulled Steven's hand, both walking straight towards the spot where the little cat was staring at you.

He was white, although half of his body was covered in black spots, reminiscent of a cow's fur. When you got closer, you noticed that the tip of one of his ears was missing.

Love at first sight.

"Hiya, mate." The guy next to you was as enchanted as you with the animal. "Uhm, what do you say?" He tilted his head towards the glass. The meow completed his performance. "Look how curious, he says he's looking for new parents."

You laughed, genuine happiness coursing through you. You didn't give Steven time to react before jumping into his arms; he lifted you a few inches off the ground in the middle of the hug.

You didn't care about drawing attention. In fact, having witnesses to your love made it feel more real, reminding you that it wasn't just a product of your imagination.

After he kissed your lips, you could feel the ground under your feet again. You couldn't stop smiling.

"Come on, let's fill out the form." Steven's heart was about to burst with love at any moment.

The instructions were clear: fill out the corresponding paperwork, a few days of socialization with the cat to make sure he felt comfortable with you, and by the following week, he would be yours.

"We'll come to see you, okay? And then we'll go home."

"See ya, buddy." Steven said his goodbye too. "Next week, you'll have the best home, the comfiest bed, and the best parents, I promise."

"What's wrong, Marc?" There was something scary about the idea of being alone with him without him being intoxicated or injured. You were taking off your scarf to leave it on a sofa while he watched you from his table, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

It was impossible to read his expression because Marc always seemed tense.

"She knows."

Your heart sank in seconds, and you looked at him in surprise.

"Ah?"

"She knows," he repeated. You swallowed hard, and for a moment, you thought this was one of those silly dreams that sometimes distorted your reality.

"Knows what?"

"Please, don't treat me like I'm stupid." His tone of voice was enough to make you tremble. You immediately looked at the bathroom mirror.

Steven had told you that while one had control of the body, the other could be reflected in different surfaces, but of course, that only worked between them. No matter how much you looked, hoping that Steven would appear to save you, it didn't happen.

You didn't even know if he was aware of what Marc was doing.

"I don't…" Your voice died down slowly, and you refused to get closer to him. "What does she know?"

"About you." He took a step closer, and you felt immobilized. "She thinks you're my lover, like any sane person, she knows nothing about Steven."

You swallowed the lump in your throat as tears filled your eyes.

"You have to tell her, Marc, explain to her she…" He interrupted you in seconds; the way he raised his voice made you flinch.

"'She will understand?' Is that what you want to say?" He was getting closer, and you felt like he was taking your breath away. Why were you suddenly so afraid? "Yes, I'll tell her every damn thing that's wrong with me so that you can be happy."

Ouch.

"I-I'm saying it for you, Marc." Tears were already streaming down your face, and you mentally cursed yourself for the mere idea of showing so much weakness. "She has to know, it's best for you." And it was, of course, but you were resorting to your last resort to not lose Steven too.

And maybe, not lose Marc either.

"You don't know what's best for me, you have no idea." His sarcasm cut deep as he took the last step to confront you.

"Please, please, don't do this." You pleaded through sobs; your hands ended up on his cheeks. "Please." You pulled him closer to you.

He seemed to relax under your touch, at least for a few seconds. Your heart stopped when one of his hands rested on your waist.

"Don't make this harder, you're killing me." He was also begging, even as his forehead pressed against yours.

"We can get through this, Marc." You sniffed. "I promise, we can…"

A kiss. A desperate and painful kiss silenced your words; it was the only one Marc and you would share.

"Go," he whispered against your lips, still planting small kisses on them. "Please, I beg you, go."

And that was the final nail to seal the coffin between you both.

His hand made you take a step back, a very gentle push.

"I'm choosing her." He knew you better than he'd like, knowing that you wouldn't stop insisting unless he caused you permanent harm. Besides, how could he convince himself he wasn't in love with you if he didn't do this?

You looked at him incredulously, not believing his act, but there was nothing else you could do.

This time, you begged that Steven was present to hear everything that had transpired between you both because you wouldn't have the strength to end it after this. In fact, you didn't even know if you'd have the strength to live without him.

You didn't say anything more, you didn't look back at him, and he didn't change his mind. You left his apartment, leaving your scarf on his sofa as a final reminder of your presence in his life.

sorry, i got tired of happy endings

Part 2. Sleepwalking.

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midniiights-garden · 4 months

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I love your hcs for modern au! mizu, could you possibly write some headcanons relating to her getting into a relationship?

(A/N: YIPPIEEEEE AN ASK!! Omg I think this would be interesting and there's a bunch of other HCs on this but imma put my own spin on it ^^)

Possible TWs!!: Mentions of sex, internalized homophobia, sexisim, racisim, grooming (??)

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Ok so first of all yeah, I wanna flesh out her past relationship with Mikio in this AU. I think it would be important in shaping Mizu's view of her future S/O.

So, as I said in my last post she probably met Mikio when she was in University, he would probably be a teacher or something. Lowkey, considering the age gap, in this AU he would have probably either been some kind of forced relationship like in the canon or he groomed her in some way.

Either way, it made moder!Mizu really wary of kindness, now viewing everyone who is nice to her as a threat.

I'm also basing her trauma responses based on my own so I hope this isn't too OOC, I'm just tryna work off of what I know lol

So when you came into her life (probably introduced by Ringo because he's a cutie patootie ray of sunshine), she was more than skeptical.

It'd be rocky. You'd try to talk and she would only give short, curt answers. Much like canon Mizu.

It'd probably take a consistent half a year of talking to her for her to finally crack. Either that or you'd do something really nice for her like caring for her whilst she was sick or prepared something for her birthday or something of the likes. Either way, you'd have to really make an effort to befriend and win her over, it's more of a her problem then a you problem.

But once her initial coldness has melted away you find a pretty sincere, caring woman. She's only strict with you if she cares. If she doesn't I believe she's the kind of person who would probably just go "eh, whatever" if you did something stupid. But if she cares she'll be like "DO NOT DO THAT".

She'll realise she's in love probably while she's sick lol

Like, she'll see you helping her at her worst, holding her hair back whilst she throws up or something and be like "...oh my god".

Mizu wouldn't confess too soon after realising, she'd take her time to really think about it. Was she ready for a potential heartbreak? Was this worth it? You might find that she'll pull away a little as she thinks. It isn't intentional, but it will probably happen.

You'd probably have to confess first.

She'd secretly be elated but she wouldn't show it too much at first. Actually, she'd be hesitant to show positive emotions at all in the beginning. But as your relationship progresses she realises you aren't like Mikio. You aren't there because of some made up image of her. You're there because you love her. Not an idea of her, but herself, flaws and all.

She's gonna marry you lol.

(A/N: THAAAAT'S IT!!! Also im so sorry for taking so long with this. my gf left me and its my bday today so ive been like moping and playing sdv lmfaoooo. HAPPY NEW YEARS POOKIES <3)

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #i love women #wlw #i love fictional characters #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu come home the kids miss you #x reader #mizu x you #x gn y/n #gn reader #x fem!reader

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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The Epitome of Okay

Request: can i get a christopher bang and #12. thank yooou!

Prompt:

12) Your bias needs a fake partner for a family event. Are you up for the task?

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Your sister hates me," you muttered, trying to adjust yourself in Chan's bed.

"My sister doesn't haaate you," he hummed from his pallet on the floor beside you. "She just takes awhile to warm up to people."

"She knows, Chris," you grumbled, flopping over moodily so you could face where he was laying. "I don't know how, but she does."

Your stomach felt hollow as you replayed the afternoon's events and how exactly the two of you had landed in this situation. It was nearly a month ago now that Chan had casually asked you over coffee if you wanted to visit home with him for his brother's graduation. After you had kindly declined, he went on to list the reasons why this was such an important thing.

Namely, that he had told his parents that he had a partner in order for them to get off his case about it.

"They feel like I work too much," he grumbled.

"You do," you had agreed knowingly.

Chan shot you a dirty look. "And getting into a relationship would help me take a step back and enjoy myself, but I enjoy myself just fine!"

"Oh yeah, sleeping three hours a night and being in chronic pain is a blast," you muttered, stirring your coffee with a straw.

"So you agree with them," he had smiled. "And therefore, you volunteer?"

And you had. During the ten hour flight, you tried not to think too hard about what you were actually doing, but Chan had made it difficult. Sitting beside you, he rattled off facts and memories of his family that he thought may come up in conversation that you should know. Granted, you were friends, so you had always had at least a surface level understanding of how his family dynamic worked, but now you'd really be put to the test.

It seemed as if as soon as you had set foot on Australian soil, the nightmare had began. Of course his parents were overzealous with excitement that they got to meet you, but his siblings? Not so much. His brother stayed pretty detached, while his sister could only look at you warily. You weren't sure where you went wrong. You had sucked it up and allowed Chan to hold your hand, let him put his hand on your lower back, and even kissed him on the cheek once. All things considered, you should've gotten an Oscar for your performance. It didn't matter if the simple skin to skin contact had repeatedly sent shivers across your body and caused your face to warm. You wouldn't examine that part too closely.

"Maybe we're not laying it on thick enough," you whispered more to yourself than to Chan.

"And how do you suggest we do that?" he chuckled. He rolled over to look up at you from his floor-bed. "More skinship is only going to make her make fun of us, Y/N."

"I'm not talking about skinship..." you said slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. "I'm talking about familiarity."

From the dim lighting of the mood lamps behind the bed, you could see Chan's face contort with confusion. "We are familiar with each other."

Taking a deep breath, you leaned over the edge of the bed to look at him more directly. "Physical familiarity, Chris."

"Why do those two words together make me blush?" he laughed nervously.

You rolled your eyes. "I mean, we don't act fluidly together. We're not used to cuddling, or holding each other's hands, or knowing how to act completely comfortable around one another."

"I get what you're saying," he nodded. "We don't know how to interact when we're sharing the same space."

"Exactly," you said, relieved he had caught up. "What did you think I meant?"

"It would be better if I didn't say it out loud."

You laughed, trying to maintain your courage. "Would you be okay with sharing the bed with me?"

"When you say it like thaaaat," he sang. "I'm not too sure if my first thought was entirely off base."

"I'm not trying to corrupt you!" you gasped. "Not like you need any help in that."

"I am the picture of innocence and purity, thank you very much." You didn't have to look at him to know he was grinning.

"Did those words burn as they were leaving your mouth?"

"Okay, first, rude," he said, finally sitting up. "And two, why am I getting into bed with you then?"

"I, uh," you said quietly. "Want to try something."

"Sounds not suspicious at all," he sighed. Throwing off his covers, he got to his feet, and moved slowly around the bed. Crawling under the blankets, he lay flat on his back, eying you skeptically. "Now what?"

"Umm..." you hummed, totally winging it as you went. "Roll onto your side?"

"Rolling," he confirmed as he faced you. Your bodies were so close at this point, it made the next action easier. Scooting forward, you nestled your body into his.

"Is this okay?" you whispered, refusing to look up. Your eyes remained level with his collarbones and you were going to keep it that way until you could tell your heart to calm down.

"Yep," he said a bit too loud. "Totally fine. Why wouldn't it be?"

You attempted to keep your breathing even, but it was difficult when he was breathing erratically himself.

"I...uh...I don't know what to do with my hands." His voice was a bit more rough than it had been previously.

"Do we cuddle? I assume you've cuddled before?"

"Of course I have!" he said quickly. "And I've had no complaints!"

"Then maybe, you know, we should try doing it?" you winced. You could practically hear Chan's gears spinning as he tried to sort things out.

Swallowing loud enough for you to hear, Chan wrapped his arm around your lower back and pulled you close, eliminating what little space there had been between your bodies.

Your face was now tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and god, did he smell good. Something musky with an undertone of vanilla mingled so well on his skin that you couldn't stop sniffing.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly.

You were more than comfortable. You didn't know if you had ever felt this safe in your entire life. Chan had always been a protective friend who you admired greatly for his work ethic and morality. You had always kept any romantic thoughts at bay because of that. He was your friend, Chan. Not this wildly hot and respectful gentleman, Chris. You could never even fantasize about that side of him because it would never happen like that between the two of you...right?

"Very," you finally answered.

"I can see your point," he continued, his voice barely above a breath.

"My point?" you asked. Your head was swimming with every inappropriate thought you could imagine, not how the two of you had gotten there.

"How realistic can we be if we've never actually been this close? How can I act like I know how your skin feels on mine without actually holding you?"

"Right," you croaked. "This. Totally great idea by me. You're welcome."

You could feel the laugh rumble through Chan's chest. "Are you sure you're okay? If you're uncomfortable, we can-"

"Chris," you whispered. "I am irrationally comfortable right now."

"Oh," he said quietly. His fingers had began to move in small circles on the section of your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. "I was thinking..."

"I didn't see the smoke coming out of your ears," you chuckled.

"You'd have to look at me first," he said, a bit more seriously than you had expected.

Blinking up at him in surprise, you tilted your head back so you could actually hold eye contact.

"Much better," he managed. His voice was more gravelly than you had ever heard it before. "I was thinking maybe I could try something? But I need to make sure you're okay with it first."

"I told you-"

"No," he said finitely. "This is different."

The words you were going to say evaporated from your throat immediately. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay," you confirmed.

"Okay," he repeated.

Tilting his head slowly down, the realization hit you. He was going to kiss you, and you were far more excited than you should be.

Moving your face forward as well, your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the inevitable contact...until you felt the smallest kiss...

On the tip of your nose.

Letting out a surprise laugh, you opened your eyes again to find him grinning at you.

"I just wanted to see if you were really okay," he laughed.

"You absolute tease!" you groaned, embarrassment flooding you at his small trick.

"Can I try again?" he asked, biting his lip. You could see the amusement and hope bright in his eyes.

"If you must," you nodded.

This time, Chan moved much less slowly as his lips finally met yours. Catching your mouth and tilting your face upward just by the pressure of the kiss, you were surprised to hear a small groan slip from the back of your throat. Seeming to give him the boost of approval that he needed, Chan's hand moved from your waist to your neck. His fingers were a whisper against your skin as he chose that time to deepen the kiss. Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, it was his turn to groan as he roughly let go and caught your mouth again. You had never been kissed like this. It wasn't casual and it wasn't fevered, but something more certain. Chan wanted you to know what this meant. He wanted to you to realize that if you were going to do this, you really would be. No more pretending. He was staking his claim here and now.

Trading kisses for what could have easily been ten minutes or an hour, you couldn't be sure, Chan finally kissed the corner of your mouth before withdrawing his face from yours.

"So maybe," he hummed, his voice the embodiment of positivity. "We don't have to fake it anymore."

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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5 and 8 with Joe Quinn please

🫡🫡🫡🫡

5. You wanna come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? How about all of them?

8. This pussy belongs to me.

Joseph Quinn x female reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), oral (f receiving), over stimulation, slightly dom Joe if you squint, squirting, unprotected p in v sex (don't do this), creampie

Hoevember/Dickcember masterlist

"You wanna come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? How about all of them?" Joe grunts as he places sloppy kisses down your neck, latching on and sucking the skin at the base of your neck.

"You're ambitious," you giggle, moaning as he nips you.

"You know I can make you do all 3 baby, besides, I've been away for weeks, if we skip the foreplay and just fuck I'm definitely not gonna last."

"And you're gonna last if you're humping the bed when you eat me out?"

"Oi, less of the backchat, cheeky." Joe smirks peeling off your underwear, the last piece of clothing keeping you from being completely bare in front of him. He chuckles at the sight of strings of your arousal clinging to the delicate lace of your underwear as he pulls it away from your pussy. "I think she missed me, darling."

"Shut your cocky ass up and do something," you whine, trying to buck your hips into his touch. He chuckles again, holding you down.

"You know I'm only cocky because I have something to be cocky about, babe."

"I'd say...8 reasons to be cocky." You smirk, cocking your eyebrow and looking down at his stiff cock.

"8 and a half, 9 on a good day." Joe quips back, making you gasp and shudder as he runs his fingers along your soaking pussy. "Now, I said fingers first, didn't I?"

You nod, whimpering as he sinks two thick fingers into you, his thumb grazing over your clit. "Didn't touch yourself whilst I was away, did you baby?"

"No, Joey," you shake your head. "Was a good girl."

"Yeah, that's right, you are my good girl, aren't you?" Joe hums, setting a decent rhythm with his fingers and thumb, and you feel your orgasm drawing close embarrassingly quickly. You really hadn't touched yourself for the entire time he'd been away; it was a stupid pact you'd made before he left because you knew the sex when he got back would be mind blowing. Well, even more mind blowing than usual. So, you both resisted the temptation of a cheeky FaceTime wank sesh in favour of tonight.

"Joey..." you moan, head flung back onto the pillows. "Don't stop, gonna cum-"

"Already? Fuck, babe, can feel it, come on love, soak my fucking fingers, that's it, thaaaat's my girl, so pretty when you cum-"

He talks you through your orgasm that hits you out of nowhere, your pussy clenching almost painfully tight around his fingers, your juices gushing over his digits. He waits until you've stopped twitching with it, slowing his fingers right down, the squelching of your pussy making your cheeks flush. "Aw, is my baby embarrassed? Don't be, darling, s'fucking hot knowing that I can make you this wet..." Joe growls softly, removing his fingers. You grab his wrist and shove his wet fingers straight into your mouth, cleaning his digits and sucking on them as if it was his cock. "You're so fucking naughty," he grins. "I was gonna do that, guess I'll have to taste it straight from the source, hm?"

"Guess you will-!" Your sentence ends with a soft squeal as Joe licks your pussy from hole to clit, groaning against you at your taste. Your hand flies to his head, immediately tangling your fingers in his curls and tugging on them just the way he likes it. You smirk to yourself when you hear him let out a little whimper against your pussy, his dominant demeanour cracking a little.

Joe pushes his tongue inside your pussy, fucking you with the muscle as if it were his fingers. His nose bumps against your sensitive clit and you moan, loudly, rocking your hips against his face. Joe groans right along with you, grinding his own hips into the mattress, seeking some friction for his aching cock. He knew he'd leaked precum through his boxers and onto the sheets below, but he honestly didn't fucking care. Not with you riding his face.

You cum again, quickly, the overstimulation of your swollen clit and Joe's tongue filling you just right had you sobbing out another release, a fresh wave of arousal spreading over his mouth and chin. He laps it up happily, sighing at your taste. He lives for it. He sits up, wiping at his face with the back of his hand even though he knows you don't mind tasting yourself, and whips off his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach, angry and weeping.

"Ride me, yeah?" Joe asks you and you nod, immediately pouncing on him once he's laid down. You line his cock up with your pussy and sink down, taking all of him at once and hissing at the stretch after not having him for a while. "Shit, baby, be careful!" Ever the sweetheart, even when he's balls deep.

But you don't listen to him. You start to move, rocking your hips against his, the coarse, tidy hairs at the base of his cock brushing over your clit in a way that made you sigh happily. Joe's fingers bite into your hips as he watches you ride him, his eyes occasionally flicking down to where your bodies were joined, and then back up to your face. You switching from rocking to bouncing and back to rocking, Joe's moans and curses only spurring you on further.

"Shit, fuck, you're so....you feel so good, baby, such a perfect pussy, take me so well, s'like you were made for me, fuck. This pussy belongs to me."

You shiver and whine.

"You like it when I say that baby?" Joe asks and you nod enthusiastically. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"Y-you, Joey, you!" You call out as he pinches your nipple roughly, sending a spark of arousal shooting through you.

"Yeah it fucking does, nobody else, just me. Only I get to fuck this tight little cunt." He's babbling beneath you, which means he's close. "Gonna cum soon, baby, can you cum for me once more? Need to feel you cum on my cock."

You nod, biting your lip and snaking your hand down to your clit. Joe immediately pushes your hand away and replaces it with his own, his thumb drawing messy yet perfect circles on your clit. His cock repeatedly hits your g-spot as you move on him and the build up to this orgasm feels different.

"Joey, I think I'm gonna-"

"Do it baby, please...make a mess on me like a good fucking girl, yeah?" He knows exactly what you're trying to tell him, rubbing your clit harder and quicker to match your faster movements. "Come on baby, cum for me then I'll fill you up, yeah? Give you my cum in that perfect pussy."

"Joe, Joe, fuck yes, fuck, don't stop, don't stop" you chant, the pressure building inside you finally breaking and you cum, a stream of clear fluid leaving your pussy and soaking Joe's cock and lower stomach as you scream his name and shake with the force of your orgasm.

"Holy shit!" Joe grunts, slamming your hips down on him one last time and unloading inside you, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum that floods your pussy. He grabs you and smashes your mouths together, it's less of a kiss and more just your lips touching as you pant and moan into each other's mouths, but it becomes more of a kiss as you both come down from your highs, your tongues finding each other as your lips move in tandem. "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you," you collapse on top of him, keeping his cock inside you. "I'm staying here now."

"Nuh uh, baby, gotta get cleaned up so we can eat, then I'm gonna bend you over the kitchen counter and make you do that again, sound good?" Joe smirks against your neck as he peppers soft kisses along the sensitive skin.

"Hmm, go on then."

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #kats dickcember event #kats hoevember event

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aftrshour · 7 months

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POSH AND BELLS — JUDE BELLINGHAM

summary: you’re a famous singer and he’s a famous soccer player.

fc: halle bailey

W/N:basically david beckham and victoria (from spice girls) story. i have a fanfic about that on wattpad!!! excuse me for my bad english, not my first language

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ynposh living a dream!!!

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yfnsporty living this dream togetheeeeer!

ynposh my sisters 🩷

sabrinacarpenter oh i’m in love w you

ynposh STOP 🛑 ✋

spicegirls shout out to our posh one!

user now i understand why is she the posh one

user1 not jude liking a spice girl pic

user2 leave my baby alone from these soccer drama

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ynposh incredible experience, even if i don’t understand what was going on

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yfnsporty i tried to explain but she kept asking WHY

ynposh I’M SO SORRY

yfnbaby not you going to a football game just bc of the VIEW

ynposh yeah… the view…

user4 GIRL

dovecameron girl i feel u

ynposh and it’s all good u know

realmadrid she didn’t understand but the girl CHEERED

ynposh I LOVE YOU MADRIDISTAS

judebellingham i can teach you

ynposh 🧐

user i mean the man shoot his shot

vinijr he definitely did 😂

user TELL US MORE

user1 i’m so invested in this

user2 ong jude why a spice girl

user3 bc she’s the prettiest girl on EARTH

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ynposh celebrating in madrid!!!

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yfnscary they know how to party

ynposh THEY DOOO

yfnginger girl i saw u, what was THAT

ynposh the man loves his family and that’s BEAUTIFUL

user not posh simping over a football player

judebellingham im keeping the ticket

ynposh read the number in it

user1 man that’s REVOLUCIONARY

user2 they’re elite

user3 not the football player, yn!!!

user4 let the girl LOVE

user5 who is the guy?

user6 i feel like this is a joke

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ynposh WHO IS THAAAT?

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yfnsporty yn wasn’t sleeping and i thought “that’s suspicious”

ynposh yeah, i slept on the car, couldn’t resist

yfnbaby the caption is literally all the internet rn

ynposh yeah we know 😂

sabrinacarpenter listening to the weeknd, right?

ynposh GIRL you nasty 👀

judebellingham WHO IS THAAAAT?

aurelientchm that’s literally u man, and coach is going to KILL u for driving 6 hours to see her

vinijr 😂 how dumb can i person be????

ynposh don’t say that about my fav one! love u tchouameni

user i mean this is getting interesting

user1 tea time: coach doesn’t like posh

user2 tea time: i think jude doesn’t care

user3 we’re gonna have songs about this

user4 welcome to the best team in the world, posh

user5 u crazy?

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judebellingham posh and bells

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vinijr what a couple!

aurelientchm the man manifested when we saw her concert and he said “i’m gonna marry the posh one”

brahim THE COUPLE 🔥🔥

joselumato THEM

camavinga i called that when i said to him that yn was watching our game that day

lucasvazquez91 just to say… they’re royalty

jobebellingham yn >>> jude

spicegirls HEY JUDE 👋

ynposh bells and posh 🤍

user they’re the moment, and we’re just living it

user1 the fact that they’re the most successful in both careers

user2 adopt me PLEASE

#jude bellingham #social media au #imagine #real madrid #social media #fanfic #soccer #england #england team #football

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theshimadaslovers · 6 months

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(IBA - INSPIRED BY ART)

BAD GIRL

(HANZO X YOU!FEMREADER)

Summary: Party + you = drunk asf, but you boyfriend is there to take care of you :D Enjoy this random context!

Cass- Hanzo! *in the background* Hanzoooo!

Hanzo- ?? *Looking around holding drink* Is that Cassidy?

Cass- Dude! *running to him and laughing* Yo! Y/n is so fuckin' drunk! She enter the pool!

Hanzo- She did what?!

Cass- She jumped in the pool! With clothes and everything!

Hanzo- She can't swim while drunk! *give his drink to someone random and ran* Where's the pool?!

*Get to the pool and saw you trying to swin to the edge while laughing ou loud*

Hanzo- Y/N! *Take off his jacket and shirt jumping in the pool* GET OUT OF THE POOL!!

You- I'm drowning! *laughing and he hold your waist pulling to him* Oooh...Romantic~

Hanzo- Why did you do that?!

You- Is hooot~

Hanzo- Not the pool! Just NOT the pool!

You- You want me to do what? Take off my clothes? I can do that...*starting to pull your shirt and he just hold your wrist* What?

Hanzo- Get. Out. Of. That. Pool... *he looked at your seriously*

*Later, you both were inside the house sitting in a table, you were wrapped in towel, still wet*

You- Hey! I want more whiskey... *raising the cup*

Hanzo- *take the cup out of your hand* Enough!

You- Whyy??~~

Hanzo- You're drunk already! Enough of drinks tonight!

You- You're not my dad!

Hanzo- I'm glad that I'm not! *sighs and you just lie on the table* Are you sleeping now?

You- I'm angry with you! You don't let me have fun!

Hanzo- *deep breath* I need to watch over you! I'm the one taking you home! You almost drowned and I looked away only for 4 minutes to talk with Genji! *no answers* Ok! Let's play something, shall we?

You- *look at him* A game?~ *smiles* The dart! *you stand up almost with no balance grabbing the darts on the wall and running back all happy* Hihihi! If I win! I get another drink!

Hanzo- *laughs and stands up* If I win... *serious* we go home.

You- Fine! I can do that!

Hanzo- I doubt that, you're drunk *smirk* You can barely see the center!

You- Haha! In your dreams! *hiccup*

Hanzo- Ok, I'll show how right I am! *go in front of the target putting his hand in the center* See?

You- *laughs* You're going to hurt yourself, idiot...

Hanzo- Go ahead, I'm confident enough to know that yo- *felt something hit the palm of his hand* .... you're joking, right?

You- *surprised* I... I wasn't aiming at your hand...oh God! Is bleeding!

Hanzo- *look at the dart on his hand* Right... it hurts.

You- I'm so sorry! *run to him and grab his hand* I'll take it off!

Hanzo- Wait wait wai-!! *take it off* Ouch...!

You- There we go! *smile worried* Can you move your hand?

Hanzo- Yeah... let's go home.

You- Waaait... I won.

Hanzo- Baby, no! No more drinks.

You- That was the rule!

Hanzo- You're going to vomit and you're going to cry because you hate vomiting! Let's go...? *sees you going get another drink* Wha-?! Y/n! *you open a bottle of vodka* Don't! Don't you drink from the bottle...!

You- After that, we go home~

*cut to a scene of him holding your hair while vomiting outside of the party, he only sighed*

Hanzo- You're done?

You-...*stands up starting to cry* I hate thaaaat!

Hanzo- Yep, you do...*fixing your hair* Let's go ho- *you bent over vomiting again and he holds your hair* Come on, baby...! Argh!

*cut scene at you sleeping in the back sit of the car while he drives*

Hanzo- *look at you from the mirror* You bad girl...*sighs and smirk* You're lucky to have me around.

*arriving at the apartment, he picked you up like a bride locking the car, go to the elevator calling and he waits taking a deep breath. The elevator door opens and two old ladies was standing there judging the situation right away*

Hanzo- *surprised and entering the elevator* Ah... could you press the floor 5, please, ma'am?

Ma'am- *look at him up and down then to you* You're taking a young girl to your apartment...

Hanzo- She's my drunk girlfriend, ma'am...*sighs* Please, she needs to rest.

Ma'am- How can I trust you?

Hanzo- Oh my God, ma'am, I live here have at least 5 years!

Ma'am- Mm...Oooh! *surprised* I remember you! You're my daughter's crush!

Hanzo- ...Right.

Ma'am- You're really handsome! Sad that you have a drunk girlfriend, that's very problematic.

Hanzo- *struggling to press the bottom* Is not...! *press it and sighs in relief*

Ma'am- You should meet my daughter, she would be a great wife! *happy* She's your neighbor, she dosen't drink or smoke, is a perfect lady! She would love to hang out with you someday, she never dated before.

Hanzo- Yeah, I see the reason why... *get to the floor and the door opens* Nice to meet you, ma'am *walks out*

*He gets in the house putting you to bed, he takes a long shower and the moment he steps out the bathroom wearing only his soft pants, he heard the doorbell*

Hanzo- Come on...! *throw the towel in the couch answering the door, it was...his neighbor* ...Can I help you?

Emily- Hi, I'm Emily! I came to apologize for my mother today.

Hanzo- Oh yeah, sure, is ok *sighs*

Emily- Do you have a minute to talk? *she looked at him a little too flirty*

Hanzo- Actually I'm really tired right now...maybe another time, good night *try to close the door, but she holds*

Emily- Wait! I really want to apologize!

Hanzo- ... *processing* What? I'm ok with this, really!

Emily- Is your girlfriend still there?

Hanzo- Yes! She practically lives with me! *impatient*

Emily- I mean...she still drunk?

Hanzo- I don't know and I don't care what do you want, but, good night! *she hold the door again* What?!

Emily- Hanzo Shimada! I need you! *she fell in his chest whining* Please! I need a man like you!

Hanzo- Is not me! Get out! *trying to push her* BAAABY!

*In a second...you were standing behind Hanzo watching Emily grabbing him, she noticed stepping away from Hanzo*

Emily- Oh...! You were awake! *laughs nervously* Hi!

You- *look at her up and down* ... Get. The. Fuck. Out.

Emily- I was...! Only...I mean! I! *nervous and you start to push her out of the apartment* Wait! I can explain! *she turns around trying to speak but you immediately shut the door*

You- *look at Hanzo*...

Hanzo- She came here because of her mother! *scared*

You- I need... medicine.

Hanzo- Headache?

You- Yeah and come lay down with me... *going back to the room*

Hanzo- ...*smirk* Are you regret it?

You- I don't wanna talk about it!

Hanzo- *laughs* I'll get the pills.

He's just adorable :)

#she/her #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you #hanzo shimada #hanzo x you

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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Girl i neeeed a snippet from clear a bitch chris evans x reader 🤣🤣 with a title like thaaaat 👀

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

It’s not edited, so please excuse any mistakes.

Snippet: “Clear a Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black!Reader

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

If it happens again I’m going to cause a scene in this bitch, Christopher.

“I love how you’ve touched up the beard. It always looks so soft and silky.”

Did this bitch just tug and run her fingers through MY husband’s facial hair?!

Leaning in closer she boldly sniffs him and all but moans. You started to open your mouth to let this bitch have it, but decided against it. Chris had given you a gentle squeeze on the hip. You knew he was signaling to remain calm. Also to remind you that you were in the middle of the red carpet. No need for you all to make your debut on TMZ. Not over this mad ass bitch.

“Mm, and that aftershave. You smell amazing.”

Chris tensed a bit, looking extremely uncomfortable. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your husband pulled you into him, placing a protective hand on your hip. Knowing your temperament, Chris did his best to diffuse the situation. He attempted to change the subject but was cut off once again. The washed up actress sucked in a breath at the irritated glance he gave her. However, it still wasn’t enough to deter her. She reeked of jealousy. Glancing at the protective grip Chris had on your waist, only pissed her off. The desperate, thirsty woman gave you an irritated glance that quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Y/N what a lovely ensemble that is. I didn’t know Lane Bryant made evening gowns.”

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

#berberriescorner #clear a bitch fic #asks #asks open #wip game #snippet #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans #zaddy cevans #daddy chris evans

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So one of my fav fic author, just wrote a non-power AU of GoYuu (gojo/yuji) & SukuFushi (sukuna/ fushiguro) and...... I don't know what to feel. Like, have you know someone who ship them (it's the first for me) ? The fic's not underage, yuji's and megumi's age had been aged up by the author, but still the age gap, the dynamics, right? Can you think the reasons to ship them? Well, creativity really knows no bound.....😂😶

Oooh I have actually come across both of these ships very often on ao3. The ItaJun tag has a bunch of them on top hehe. I actually used to ship Sukuna and Megumi a little back when the anime was first airing(not anymore though).

For Gojo/Yuuji I think the first episode scene where their faces are super duper close probably kickstarted it

(Gojo: tf is personal space??? what's thaaaat???) GoYuu has a very popular ship dynamic I've observed in many fandoms; Student x Teacher. There's always a kind of jaded, aloof and distant teacher-figure who's shipped with the cheery, open-minded and sunny student-figure. I've heard that dynamic is really popular in East Asian fandom spaces(it appears a lot in danmei novels I've read). GoYuu was apparently the most popular ship in Japan (it beat out SatoSugu). Gojo argued to keep Yuuji alive and gave him time, so that's probably a point of appeal too. Gojo usually has no serious reactions to anything, he could have easily killed Yuuji and been done with it but he wanted him to live(Megumi did but eh, technicalities). What made this distant and carefree person take interest in the well-being of this stranger? Why would he risk the world for this one boy? That's probably the start of it. And then in the development, it's probably about how Yuuji can break down Gojo's walls and make him be more honest in his emotions.

2. Sukuna/Megumi: I used to ship it because I thought Sukuna was interested in Megumi as a person, assumed he'd be someone who can give him a good fight or wanted him as an ally.

Also this probably, look at that aesthetic appeal:

(Damn Mappa had a thing for these, ItaJun also had this. Why???? Fuel fujo-bait??? I thank them for the ItaJun version)

Right before this Sukuna's all giggling laughing asking Megumi to give him more(to fight against, but like, SukuFushi enjoyers probably enjoy taking that to mean something different). I think we all assumed he was interested in Megumi's evolution as a sorcerer. He takes joy in fighting and if anyone can catch his interest, it'd be someone who's struggling to get stronger and sees him as a rival.

It seems like he doesn't give a shit about anyone but Megumi. Like that one time he verbatiom said "Aside from him, I truly don't care". Also in Shibuya arc he heals Megumi and fights Mahoraga and everyone though it's because he cares about him(I was a fool).

On Megumi's end, okay idk what the current SukuFushi shippers expect but I personally wanted Megumi to kill Sukuna even when I was shipping them. Enemies to lovers except one of them is permanently in the enemies phase. As far as I've seen, there's always this non-con element to it? Like Megumi is extremely reluctant, Sukuna is unrelenting in pursuing him, and Megumi goes through a bit of a corruption arc and Sukuna.....well he isn't redeemed but he tones down because Megumi asks. A Beauty & The Beast situation.

I was talking about it to my bff and she was (rightfully) roasting me like we were joking around. Me: "Sukuna wants him for his body.....but like literally he wants to be inside him." My friend: "You mean possess him???" Me: "That's the word yes!"

The age-gap thing for SukuFushi feels more okay because I grew up on a bunch of fantasy shojo manga where a high school girl fell for an ancient spirit with a minimum age of 100. This isn't even an animanga thing, it's there in western media too(....Twilight). A lot of people just don't see the point of mulling over age gaps when the differences are centuries, even if the other half is a minor.

As for GoYuu, well I guess it's fiction, they're just lines on a page at the end of the day and it's less about the legalities of the gap and more about the dynamics it brings to the table that people can find interest in. The power difference, the difference in ways they view the world, the younger one is always more innocent, etc.

I personally don't find these to be my interests 99% of the time but I get why others would enjoy it (my few exceptions are Scum Villain and ErHa but if I start trying to explain THOSE messes we'd all lose it).

I guess people would be confused why I'm still hung up on ItaJun too huh? XDXD But as you said, fanon and creativity has no limits and people do as they like and enjoy.

#riki asks #goyuu #sukufushi #jjk

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