#bleachers x lorde

[nowihatemyself]

this is so much

#taylor x lorde #taylor x bleachers #lorde x bleachers #m*

[luvyeni]

❛THE SINNER AND THE SIN❜ ( l. heeseung )

p. badboy!heeseung x fem!reader w. 4.7k+

— 𖦹 warnings. corruption kink, drug usages, virginity loss, unprotected sex, oral ( f. receiving )

authors note. this was supposed to be a short drabble but oh well ,🤷🏽‍♀️— 𖦹 ( heeseung never really liked church until he met you ) !

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

lee heeseung didn’t want a lot of things— he didn’t want to get up and go to school in the morning, or work with his day on the weekends to “keep him out of trouble” — even though that didn’t stop him from sneaking out in the middle of the night to smoke and drink with his friends

he also didn’t want to go to church with his family on sundays — well at first he didn’t, those people didn’t like him, and he didn’t care, the feeling was mutual— but then he met you, and suddenly he was ready for church every sunday; of course he never ended up staying, getting a few glimpse of you, getting up and leaving out the back where his friends waited with beer and other substances for them to try.

“the new pastors daughter? really?” his friends would laugh at him. “at least the last pastors daughter would give blowjobs to anyone who’d look at her.” jake said. “but her, look at her bro.” he’d just roll his eyes, chewing down on his lip ring as he watched you run to your next class; your long skirt flowing behind you, clutching your books as you maneuvered your way through the halls. “she’s running to class and we still have 10 minutes left and it’s gym class.” heeseung smiled to himself, the funniest thing about that is you didn’t even participate in the class, sitting on the bleachers watching everyone else.

heeseung didn’t see you that day; sunghoon suggesting they leave school to go get high at his house — but he knew he’d see you on sunday, even it was only for a few minutes.

“you know my cousin runs a camp for boys like him.” heeseung rolled his eyes at the older man in front of him and his mother. “have him fixed in no time, those scandalous tattoos and the unholy lip gone; all that dark make up as well, make him a good and respected boy, ready for marriage.” his mother couldn’t do anything but laugh awkwardly, something she always did when anyone questioned his ways. “i’ll get you the number at the end of the service.”

“put your jacket on.” his dad said. “its 70 degrees outside, and 80 in here.” he scoffed. “yeah well you should’ve thought about that before messing your skin up with all that scribble.” he said as the music started, they stood up. “you’ll sneak out in about 10 minutes anyway, for now don’t disrespect the lord with that garbage on your arm.” he threw the jacket over his arms annoyed. “thank you.”

10 minutes in and he still hadn’t seen you yet; normally you’re sitting right in front with your mother, legs covered by a blanket, hiding your legs that he'd gotten a peak of a few times before you were quickly covered up by your mother; he was sure she knew he was looking at you, of course she didn’t want her daughter being gawked at, especially by a boy like him.

his phone rang out, some people turned their heads, realizing who it was, shaking there heads before turning back. “do you mind?” his mom whispered. he took his phone out; reading the message from jay. ‘are you done staring at your girlfriend? get your ass on, jake is losing his mind without his weed.’

he tucked his phone away; standing up. his parents don’t even look at him, they’re used to this; guess he'll see you in school. walking out of place, about to make his way out the back. “you can go out the front you know?” a voice made him stop; a voice he’d only heard from afar until now. “you always go out the back, but the front is right there, they can’t keep you here, that would be kidnapping.”

he turned around facing you; your white blouse covered in red and wet. “my sister spilled her juice on me.” Your soft voice calmed him. “my favorite shirt too.” you mumbled to yourself, he smiled to himself, he was about to say something when the back door swung open. “hyung.” jake’s voice rang throughout the hallway. “hurry the fuck up, the beers are getting cold.”

your eyes widened; ready to turn and walk the other way— he was gonna kill jake. “wait.” he called out, you stopped mid walk. “here.” you turned around and he was shucking his jacket off, handing it to you. “to cover up your shirt, your shirt is white and it’s see through.” he watched your arms fly up to your chest, covering yourself, he chuckled; extending his arm out— he’d already seen it. “th-thank yo-you.” you said meekly, grabbing the jacket. “i-i’ll return it tomorrow.”

he nodded, a door swinging open again — this time it was the door to the church. “yn!” you heard your mother gasp. “mother.” you said. “yn get over here this instance.” you turned to the boy apologetically, your mother looked at the boy with disgust in her eyes, he scoffed under his breath. “see you around pinky.” he said, your eyes widened as he turned to walk out the back— your bra was pink. “what were you doing out here?” she asked. “and with that boy?” you shook your head. “nothing mother, just trying to get the stain out the shirt like you said.” you showed her the jacket. “he let me borrow this, that’s it.” You starred at the ground. “you can’t wear this, what would people think?” she exclaimed. “i have nothing else.”

“here.” she took her sweater off, handing it to you. “you are to give that boy his jacket back tomorrow and never speak to him again, you understand?” you nodded. “good, now let’s go listen to the rest of your fathers sermon.” she held your lower back, guiding you back to your seats, you held the jacket in your hand, the cute boy who you always watched leave the church; the boy you’ve watched since you moved here— he gave you his jacket.

“so?” jake slammed his locker shut. “was i wrong and is little church girl a freak?” jay rolled his eyes at the boy. “this is why we tell you not to smoke before school.” jake shrugged. “just asking a question, she looked pretty flustered yesterday.” heeseung frowned. “yeah cause she was soaked.” jake began to cheer— the people in the hall just trying to get to class, looking at the chaos the boy was causing— everyone knew where his mind went. “not like that you idiot, her shirt was soaked.” The boy high out of his mind let out a oh; the kids in the hall.

“i didn’t even get a chance to talk to her, dumbass over there ruined it and her mother walked out.” heeseung grumbled. “i gave her my jacket though so she should be coming around soon.” sunghoon spoke up. “that’s if her parents didn’t make her burn it, thinking it was cursed with some demon.” The group of boy erupted into a fit of laughter. “shut up.”

you sat your things down at your desk; you always chose to sit in the back by yourself; you preferred it that way. “hello pinky.” heeseung sat down next to you with a smirk. “wh-what are you doing?” you stuttered, he never came to first period, you started to forget he was in this class. “wanted to see what was so special about the back seat.” he shrugged. “its nice back here, might have to sit back here for now on.” he tilted his head. “that okay pinky?” you nodded, unable to speak, afraid of what would come out.

“i-i ha-have your jacket.” you said. “it-it’s in my locker, i can give it to you after school.” you could barely look him in the eye, he liked that, gave him a sense of power. “okay.” he smiled, the bell ringing, he stood up, your eyes following his tattooed arms. “whe-where are you going, class is starting, your not staying?” your eyes wide with curiosity, you looked so cute starring up at him.

“oh im not staying.” he said, watching your lips form a pout. “oh.” he smiled, did you want him to stay? “don’t be too upset baby, i just came to see you, i’ll see you later for my jacket.” your mind short circuited upon hearing him call you baby; he chuckled, watching you stumble over your words. “i’ll come find you yeah?” he said, you nodded. “good, i’ll see you then baby, enjoy your class.” you gave him a small wave as he left out the class, smiling to yourself, like a little girl given a new doll— a cute and tall and seriously tatted doll.

he had it all planned out— after a five minute curse out from jake for ruining his plans for “a girl who wouldn’t give you the time of day” — his words; heeseung ignore the boy, he finally got away from them, making his way back to the school, just in time to make it to the final bell, standing by your locker, waiting for you. “he-heeseung.”

“told you i’d be back didn’t i?” you shyly nodded, opening your locker. “h-here.” you pulled out his jacket, handing it to him. “you keep it, give it back to me when i drop you off.” Your eyes widened. “ta-take me home?” you shook your head. “my sister is home, if i show up with you she’ll tell my parents.” you frowned. “im not allowed to be with boys alone, especially.” you trailed off. “boys like me?” you nodded. “im sorry.”

“don’t be baby.” he said. “if i was your dad i wouldn’t want my precious baby being dropped off by a guy like me.” he said, lifting your head up by your chin looking you in the eyes. “he’s a smart man baby.” you felt your knees about to give out with the way he was looking at you. “w-will i see you at church?” he chuckled. “will you speak to me?” he kissed your cheek, your eyes widened. “don’t worry baby i’ll see you.” he let your chin go. “don’t miss your bus baby.” he said, closing your locker for you. “th-thank you.” you walked away, cheeks burning, his jacket still in your hand.

“you disobeyed me child.” your mother opened the door as you got ready for church. “what do you mean?” she opened the closet, pulling out the jacket you were meant to give back to heeseung days ago. “i strictly told you to return him his jacket and then you were to leave him alone.” she tossed the jacket to the floor, you picked it up, holding it to your chest. “what is this you’ve been accepting rides from him?”

it's true, after that day heeseung ask you again; and you agreed only if he dropped you off a few blocks from where you lived. “hanseuls mother saw you get out of his car, how long did you think you could hide this?” she shouted. “he’s a nice boy mother.” you said. “nice boy?” she scoffed. “you see the way he looks, hear the way he acts, he’s no good and he’s damned to hell.”

“i like him mama!” you shouted, it was the first time you shouted at your mother; it felt good. “has he done something to you, to make you act like this, has he tainted your soul?” you were frustrated. “mama are you asking if we had sex?” she gasped. “no we didn’t , he’s respectful.” You’ve never seen your mothers eyes widened. “what has gotten into you child? wait until your father hears of this.”

“nothing has gotten into me mother, but im 18, i am old enough to make these decisions on my own.” you said. “i’ll be off to college soon and i know nothing about anything, it’s like im stuck in a kids mind.” You said. “yn i- im not a child anymore.” you clutched heeseungs jacket. “stop treating me like one.”

the ride to the church was what you expect, your parents yelling at how you were pretty much damned to hell along with heeseung; that he was gonna lead you down a path of horrible decisions , to which you just starred out the window, blocking out the screaming until you reached the church.

you saw heeseung sitting outside the church inside his car, a crowed of people walking into the church— now it was your chance. “there he is im gonna get out and tell that degenerate to leave my daughter alone.” not if you could stop it; as soon as he stopped, you quickly open the door, running across the parking lot ignoring your mother and fathers calls.

you opened the door to heeseungs car; his eyes widened. “yn.” he saw you heavy breathing. “whats- please drive.” you looked out the window, your dad angrily approaching the car. “uh shit, he found out.” you nodded, he started the car. “please drive now.” your dad was about to knock on the window when heeseung sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in the wind. “shit.”

“my parents are gonna kill me.” he said driving down the street, you could no longer see the church. “screw my parents, your parents are gonna kill me.” he turned to you— you were starring out the window, much calmer than before; he smiled. “i can roll the window down if you want.” you nodded, he rolled the window down, the warm air hitting your skin, the sun shining down on your body. “it feels nice.”

“so little runaway, where to?” he said, you shrugged. “you ran away without a plan? rookie move pinky.” He teased. “it was my first time, and its blue today.” he smiled as your eyes widened; you clearly didn’t mean to tell him that. “good to know.” he said. “well you’ve already ran away and according to your dad committed 666 sins, what’s a few more?” he said. “lets go see my friends.” he did a u-turn, placing his hand on your thigh. “this okay with you?” you nodded, so he kept it.

you pulled up to a house, much bigger than yours. “jays parents are loaded and are hardly home.” he said. “this is where you always sneak off to when you should be in school?” he laughed. “little miss runaway judging me now.” you pouted. “cheer up pup, we’re gonna have fun i promise.”

“put that on.” he pointed to his jacket that you’ve been holding this time. “why?” you asked. “because i told you to.” He looked down at your outfit, your pretty white dress, these guys get off on girls like you for fun and he’ll be damned if he loses you to jay or worse— jake. “fine.” you put the jacket on. “how do i look?”

how did he tell you that you wearing his clothes made him want to take you back to his car and fuck you until the block knew his name. “you look cute.” he grabbed your hand. “will your friends like me?” you looked at him. “maybe a little too much, it kinda makes me not want to bring you in.” he said, holding your chin with his other hand. “you’re too cute for those guys to even look at.” he kissed your cheek, you giggled in response. “stop it.”

heeseung didn’t bother knocking on the door, just walking in. “his house is nice.” you said. “don’t tell him that, he hates it.” you nodded as he guided you throughout the house. “we usually hang out downstairs in his basement.” he said opening another door. “yo , jay!” he shouted. “down here heeseung.” he turned to you, fixing his jacket so it covered you. “they’re harmless most of the time, don’t worry.” he went first, still clutching your hand as you went down the steps.

“how was church?” you heard them laughing, the smell of marijuana hitting your nose. “what chapter did you learn today?” heeseung rolled his eyes. “dumbasses look up from the weed.” they turned to you, falling silent— you squeezed heeseungs hand, squeezing it. “hi.” you smiled, waving.

“yall see her too right, this not a bad trip.” all the boys turned to the boy who was laid across the couch in the fully done basement. “shut up jake.” heeseung guided you to the single couch. “sit.” he tapped his lap. “o-on your lap?” he hummed. “yeah.” he said. “or you could sit next to jake.” The boy smiled, obviously high. “i don’t bite.” jay laughed. “you just bit sunghoon.” heeseung pulled you by your waist, you yelp falling into his lap.

“yn would you like something to drink?” jay said. “jay has sodas upstairs, i can go get you one.” jake said attempting to stand. “is he okay?” you questioned. “jake? yeah, he’s under the influence baby, don’t worry about.” heeseung said, the grip on your waist becoming more tighter. “baby?” jake said. “shut up jake, don’t worry yn i’ll go get you a soda.” jay stood up, walking up the steps.

“so how did heeseung get you here, it is sunday after all?” sunghoon asked. “you are here on your own will right?” you laughed, heeseung scoffed. “she’s the one who ran away.” jake laughed. “you two are like romeo and juliet.” sunghoon shook his head in disappointment. “heeseung.” jake handed him off what you obviously knew was marijuana, that he’d been smoking and a beer. “no it’s fine, im good.”

“what your girlfriend is here and you’re trying to be a good boy.” jake teased. “jake.” jay warned coming back down the steps. “here yn i bought you a few.” you thanked him, opening one, taking a sip. “heeseung at least have a drink.” you turned to the boy. “you don’t have to hide anything, just do what you normally do.”

“you sure, i still have to drive you home.” he said. “you two can stay here for the night, heeseung normally does that anyway.” jay said, you smiled thanking him. “well then i don’t mind, my parents will have my head anyway.” he laughed, jake held out his hand containing the lit up substance. “you know you want you.”

so he did, letting himself get comfortable after a few puffs and a few beers; he was much more laid back, his legs were more spread apartment; man spreading— his hands low on your waist. “so yn are you and heeseung dating?” jake asked. “uh— yeah we are.” heeseung sat up straight, now his hard chest was pressed against your back. “chill bro, she’s all yours.” jake took a sip of his drink. “you got any pretty church friends?”

“jake put the weed down, it’s time you sobered up a bit.” jake slurred his words. “but im sleeping here.” he pouted. “doesn’t mean i want to take care of you.” you smiled, watching the boys fight the other to stop drinking and to take a sip of water. “whats so funny baby?” you felt heeseung rest his chin in between your shoulder blades. “your friends are really funny.”

“you think?” you didn’t notice to shift in his voice. “you okay?” you asked, feeling him continuously shift in his seat. “am i too heavy i can go sit on the couch.” you let out a gasp, feeling his arm wrap around your waist. “don’t move.” you finally heard the deepening of his voice. “you feel good.”

heeseung could normally control himself, but between the weed and alcohol running through his blood— the fact you’d been moving around in his lap for the past 3 hours, it was safe to say he was fully rock hard. “ar-are you getting sleepy?” you stuttered, you knew what he wanted, and you were ready— you wanted him to take your virginity. “heeseung knows where the guest bedroom is.” jay said.

“lets go to bed hee.” you stood up. “okay.” he stood up, still holding your hand. “its nice to meet you yn.” jake said, sunghoon sitting on top him trying to force water into the drunk boys mouth. “yeah good night.” the boy huffed, fighting on top of the other. “night.”

you made it to the room, opening the door. “come.” heeseung flopped down on the bed. “come lay with me.” he whispered; you kicked your shoes off, shredded yourself of his jacket; joining him in bed, sitting down. “no baby.” he chuckled, pulling you down next to him. “i want you to lay with me.”

his face was so close to yours, laying on yourside; his cheeks red from the beer, eyes matching from the weed. “so cute baby.” he fingers traced your jaw. “so cute, you ran to me today.” he whispered. “i like you heeseung.” you held his hand as he caressed your cheek. “oh baby i like you too, so much.” His breath hot against your face, making your breath hitch. “you wanna kiss baby?” you nodded, he closed the small gap.

his lips felt dry against your soft ones, but it didn’t bother you— especially with the way his hands was slowly pulling up your dress, you hips desperately trying to chase his fingers. “slow down baby.” he laughed against your lips. “i’ll give you whatever you want.” he finally found your panties, his fingers touching your clothed cunt. “just let me do everything.”

he was now on top of you, his knee in between your legs. “let me take care of this pussy.” you whimpered at his words. “heeseung.” his hand stroked your cunt. “gonna eat you.” he pushed your dress above your waist. “lets get you out of these, they’re all ruined anyway.” he pulled your panties down, almost moaning at your untouched cunt. “fuck baby, you’re so tiny down there.”

“st-stop it.” you covered your face. “don’t hide this pretty face.” he removed your hands, kissing your cheek. “i wanna see your face when i make you cum for the first time on my tongue.” soon he was face to face with your cunt. “you smell nice baby.” you let out a soft moan as he kissed your cunt. “heeseung.”

he held your thighs open, his nose brushing against your clit. “fuck heeseung!” you moaned out. “language baby.” he chuckled, licking a fat strip against your heat. “my baby doesn’t use bad language.” he pinched your thighs, diving right into your cunt, eating you up like he’d never tasted anything in his life.

heeseung was in heaven, he was no longer intoxicated because of the alcohol or the drugs— it was you; you were consuming his every being, your sweet cunt dripping into his mouth, your soft moans, your tiny hands pawing into the bed sheets desperate to hold something as he sucked on your poor clit. “heeseung it feels funny.” you moaned out. “stop please.”

he forced himself away from your heat. “that means you’re gonna cum baby.” he kissed the inside of your thighs. “don’t you wanna cum on my tongue.” you whimpered out as he kitty licked your clit, the feeling soon returning. “i-i feel it again.” you moaned, he hummed out in approval. “heeseung im gonna cum.”

the feeling was euphoric, your body felt like it was floating, your legs wrapping around his head as you came, he had to undo your legs from his head, as much as he wanted to die in between your cunt, he wanted to be first one to fuck you. “that felt good baby?”

you nodded, he took his shirt off tossing it across the room. “you want something better, you want my cock baby?” you nodded, he lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in your blue bra. “gonna take this off okay.” he unhooked the bra, letting it fall. “so pretty.” his cock twitching in anticipation, desperate to fuck you. “pretty tits.”

he toyed with your nipples, squeezing your mounds, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt. “you wanna see it baby?” you nodded. “ye-yes please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, never been fucked before, you were ready to feel it. “wanna feel it inside.”

he groaned at your words. “fuck baby you don’t even now what you’re asking for.” he quickly pulling his pants off, letting his cock free, your eyes widened, you’d never seen one before, but he was definitely big and thick. “don’t be scared baby, touch it baby.” he guided your hands down his abs, groaning as you made contact with his length. “fuck baby, wrap your hand around it.” You obeyed. “good girl, now stroke it some.”

it felt heavy in your hands, he held the himself up on the headboard as you stroked him. “fu-fuck baby if you don’t stop im gonna cum.” he cursed. “let me put it in.” you let him go, he positioned himself in between again, letting his cock slap against your stomach. “its so big.” he smirked. “yeah?” he grabbed the base of his shaft. “gonna take all of it?”

he pressed his leaking tip at your entrance, you whimpered. “don’t be scared baby.” he slowly pushed inside you. “go-gonna be gentle.” his voice quivered as he forced himself not to stuff you full of his cock— he didn’t want to hurt you, but your cunt was sucking him in. “fuck baby your pussy is swallowing my cock.”

it felt uncomfortable the sudden intrusion, his cock slowly filling you up. “heeseung.” you whimpered. “i know baby, i know.” he pushed the last few inches in. “its in baby, you took me all.” he kissed your forehead. “good job baby.” his voice quivering due to your cunt squeezing his cock like crazy. “fuck baby, calm down my dick feels like its gonna break.” he grunted. “m'gonna move now.”

he slowly moved , dragging his cock along your walls. “fuck.” he cursed. “i love this cunt already.” he groaned. “so glad i was the first one to feel you.” he started to move his hips. “you feeling good baby.”

“so-so big.” You moaned. “c-can feel it in my st-stomach.” fuck— you were gonna kill him. “pl-please go faster.” he picked up the pace, the sounds from your cunt getting louder, right along with your moans. “don’t cover your mouth, let them hear you.” He grabbed your wrist. “let them hear how i fuck you.” you moaned out louder as he sped up. “i feel you tightening around me baby.” he hummed. “you gonna cum for me?”

you nodded. “good girl cum all over my cock, make a mess for me.” you let a few gasp, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. “oh fuck.” he moaned. “you pushed me out when you were cumming.”

he rubbed his shaft along your swollen pussy , trying reach his high. “fuck, fuck baby gonna cum all over this tiny pussy.” he moaned. “fuck you’re mine now, no else can feel this pussy, it’s mine; gonna mold it to only take my cock.” you felt another high cumming, your cunt twitching. “you cumming again?” you nodded. “fuck me too, cum for me, one last time.”

Your legs shook as you came, he cursed stroking his cock until he came, coating your cunt in his seed. “there you go baby -fuck- cum for me.” cum dripping from the tip of his cock.

“fuck you’re so pretty; my pretty pretty baby.”

“fuck my parents are gonna kill me.” he said the next evening. “if the cops already aren’t waiting for me at your house to arrest me for kidnapping.” you pouted, you wish you could stay at jays with him and his friends. “don’t be sad baby.” he said. “just gonna drop you off, i’ll see you tomorrow i promise.” he said. “i don’t even have a phone to call you.” You said, your parents didn’t allow you to have one.

“take mines, i have another.” he said. “really?” he nodded pulling up to the street right before yours. “i’ll call you tonight alright baby?” he grabbed your face. “answer when i call.” he roughly kissed you, this kiss much more passionate, full of fire. “okay heeseung.” You got out the car. “you better answer my call baby.” He blew you one last kiss before watching you run down the block.

speeding back to his house so he can quickly deal with his parents, and then locking himself in his room so he spend the night talking to you.

©️LUVYENI

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" FIRST PLACE ☆ ."

pairing: e!42 basketball player miles x fem!blk reader

contents: fluff , kissing , basketball player miles , annoying ass fangirl..

a/n: when i actually give a fuck i could write like 3 fics in one day , lord im so lazy oh my goodness

Miles was a great basketball player for the school , everyone loved him. A lil too many people tho .. girls ; girls that weren't you. miles didnt have his eyes on anymore but you, however the fact that other girls had their eyes on him pissed you off a lil. actually , not a lil , you wanted to punch them in they shit but you aint have time to get suspended .. who does?

you walked down the hallway with your airpods in your ears playing your favorite playlist while scrolling on your phone. suddenly you looked up to check your surroundings , and happened to see a poster on the wall for the school basketball team. you walked over to it , reading it. "school game .. october 12th? why didnt he tell me.." miles always told you about every game he had that was coming up , maybe he forgot to tell you this time.

as you walked off from the poster , you just happened to get a text from miles. you read it in your head as it said "maa , wya? i just got to school" you giggled at the text , being that miles was always late to school. you instantly replied with "the main hallway near the library" with a smile plastered across your face.

sooner or later miles saw you down the hallway and jogged his way to you , playfully yelling your name. "(nameeee)" he yelled with a smile on his face. "hiii milessss" you grinned , hugging him and taking one of your airpods out. "you didnt tell me you had a basketball game coming up" you glanced at the poster , looking back at miles for his response.

miles looked at you with a puzzled look until he saw the poster squinting at it while his eyebrows raised after he read it. "i do???? wtf they didnt tell me this time" miles shook his head checking his phone , messages , and emails. "welllll yk ill be theree" you smiled , wrapping your arms around miles' neck.

"ik you will ma , my #1 supporter" he grinned , kissing you on your forehead.

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On the day of miles' game , you made sure to look your best even tho you'd be in a crowd FULL of people .. but who cares? your man would see you. you wore your prettiest outfit and sprayed yourself with your perfume , making sure you smelled good. you walked down to the gym when it was time for the game to start in about 10 minutes. you touched your forehead randomly because the school was hot and you were slightly sweating.

aaannnnddddd you forgot to do your edges. shit. you hated leaving the house without your edges done , it was like your finishing touch. your eyes widened as you quickly jogged back to the school bathroom getting your edge control and edge brush out your bag , struggling to close the zipper back.

you brushed your edges to your forehead while your other hand worked to unscrew the top off the edge control. after like 3 minutes , you were finally done with your edges. you scurried back to the gym , but you heard someone talking on the mic which meant the game was about to start. you walked faster and finally got to the door , but...it was locked.

your heart dropped but you were quickly cheered back up as one of the teachers came and opened the door. meanwhile , miles was on the court as the principal gave her speech , he paced around scanning the bleachers to look for you. he started getting worried when he didnt see you , what if you couldn't make it?

suddenly , you walked thru the door , which caught miles' attention and he started smiling. his eyes were on you the whole time you walked to the bleachers , as you on the other hand scanned the court for him. you looked for his jersey number , (42) and eventually you found it. you locked eyes with him as he smiled at you , and you smiled back.

after the game , you wouldn't guess who got first place .. actually yes you would. it was miles of course , the crowd cheered as he made the final shot from quite far away , but no matter how many people cheered you were the loudest.

well , you thought you were. you heard another voice yelling his name from the other side of the bleachers , making your head snap that way in an instant. you weren't the only one hearing this , miles heard it too. he side eyed the girl yelling her lungs out , and walked over to the bleachers where you were signaling for you to come down.

you got up and grabbed your bag going to miles , but as soon as you got to him so did the girl (shorty spawned outta nowhere..). "uh.." you looked at the girl with disgust , she did the same to you. but she didn't have the right to.. why does she wanna talk to YOUR man??

miles kissed you and looked at the girl with a stank face , walking off with his arm around your neck , leaving the girl to start muttering in anger.

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Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

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Royalty Wally x GN!Reader

(Art and au by @neonross + This fic is heavily inspired by and set in the world built by Emma in her Royalty Au Fic so please go check her out!)

Synopsis: As one of the few knights left under the Spade's council rule, the King of Hearts takes particular interest in you after seeing your fencing abilities, even against one of your own court.

    You took a deep breath in, calming yourself. Today the shuffling, a gathering between all four kingdoms, was holding an event. Fencing. Though you certainly didn't consider your skills extraordinary or anything, you were proud of your swordsmanship nonetheless, having trained since childhood. You looked over to the rest of your peers and nodded to Arnold, a duke and soon to be ruler of the Spades Kingdom once he reached of age and maturity. 

   Silently, you went to go stand next to the Lord, speaking softly so that only he could hear you, "Remember, you are to under no circumstances become prideful or brash in front of this audience." You look to the younger boy sternly, meeting his gaze before continuing, "The kingdom has too much relying on this shuffling going well for you to do so." You could tell Arnold was holding back some indignance at your words, but were glad he kept it under lock and key.

   Refocusing your gaze to the large hall where the fencing would be held, you took in the several platforms they had put together. You counted eight in total, all holding different duels as the audience could watch from the giant bleachers. Many had already lined up to take their seats, rows and rows of different shades of red, aqua, and green flooded your eyes and started to overwhelm your senses. 

   You shook your head quickly, reminding yourself that you must keep it together, if only to put on a good show for the nobles of your neighboring kingdoms. You heard a shriek, and swerved you gaze to face it, realizing a whistle had been blown and a man, a servant of the heart's kingdom by the look of it, was handing out the schedule for those competing. You raced over to meet the man and find where your placement was in the first round. 

   Seventh stage, with a one... Duke Below? You scoff internally at the odd name, but nod to the servant and thank them before moving away and finding the stage you'd be on. Suddenly, you feel your heart skip a beat as you realize the stage you were put on would be right in front of the tree royals. Squealing internally you think to yourself 'Lady Ebony is going to be so excited, I might be able to impress the royals and give a good name to the spades!' 

   Shaking your hands you go to the far left of the stage, facing the royals stand before finding where the necessary items for such a duel had been set. You smile to yourself, seeing the mask provided was a dark black, with a blue spade painted on the back. Your sword even had a blue handle, though it's blade was the usual silver. As you wait for the duels to begin you practice your moves, striking and slashing the air gracefully, looking like a grand opry dancer. 

   After a few moments, you begin to feel eyes on you, though, as a member of the Spades kingdom it wasn't all that of an unfamiliar feeling by now. Judgement was common among the kingdoms by now, with the death of your prior king and the Great Departure that followed it. You take their gaze and smirk under your mask almost resentfully, moving faster, and striking sooner. With a twirl to the other side, you suddenly realize why it seemed as if the stares had gotten so much more intense.

   The King. The King of Hearts was staring at you. You felt your breath hitch as your face turned a bright apple red, thankful that he couldn't see it under the mask. He looked at you in such deep thought... one might even say in admiration... 'Focus (Y/N).' You continued to remind yourself, and resuming your practice despite the faltering moment. A bell rings soon after and you straighten yourself, walking up to the stairs that lead up to the stage to meet your opponent.

   In front of you stood Duke Below, wearing white and aqua suit and mask. 'Ah, so he's a Duke of Diamonds then.' You snap back into focus as the ref nods and initiates the match. Suddenly, you are in position, dancing around the Duke as he forcefully attempts to jab you even as you move with ease out of the way. His fighting style, if it could even be called as such, reminded you of the young Lord Arnold's, vicious, offensive, barbaric even. Feeling the disappointment fill your chest as you realize the Duke wasn't as experienced as you would have expected, you frown, before aiming a quick strike to his chest and knocking him down with ease, winning the match easily. 

   After shaking the Dukes hand, you could see the anger almost radiating off of him, stomping his way down the steps and throwing his mask down with a clash. You shake your head, almost embarrassed at the man's behavior, sighing and shaking your head before stepping off the stage and setting your weapon and mask down to get some rest. Though you don't get much time to rest before suddenly a servant of the Hearts is running up to you with a cup of water. 

  "The King requested you drink some water after such a match, he is very impressed by your skill. You will also be staying on this stage for the rest of the tournament, so long as you aren't disqualified, also at the King's request" The servant curtsies and hands the water as they speak and your eyes widen, almost left without words, simply nodding at the servant before they leave. You chug the water before setting the cup down and looking back to the Royals, finding the King's gaze on you yet again.

   Clumsily, you bow attempting to show the King your thanks before nearly tripping over your own to feet. Looking up quickly to try and apologize, at least as best you could from so far away, you were surprised to find the kind chuckling at your actions, with a seemingly genuine smile. Such a smile even graced your face as you looked up to the King, shaking your head before rushing to get your gear back on as the second rounds are announced.

   This time you were put against Lord Braxter, dressed in red and white gear that showed off his alliance to the Kingdom of Hearts. Similar to the first round, you played primarily defense, though unlike the Duke, Lord Braxter was careful, calculated even with his movement. You grinned under your mask as you moved quicker, looking for any opening you could find. In a moment he switching from his piercing moves to attempt to slash your shoulder, forcing you to slide to the other side, moving to stand behind him. In a moment, your sword had pierced the back of his clothing, pride filling you at such a genius move in the moment.

   Yet again, you were declared the winner, shaking the Lord's hands as he thanked you for a good fight, but this time as you went to go take your break, you already found a cup of water waiting for you, smiling at it. Though you also noticed a small note next to it, examining the slightly rough handwriting before reading it.

Hello, Mx. (L/N) I just wanted to let you know I am very impressed by your skill and grace in these duels. Truly, your strategy and thinking is just such a delightful sight - Darling, King of Hearts

   You almost spit out your water as you read the note, unable to hide your shock. Your face turned that same bright red again before you spun your head to face the royals. Though you didn't find any gaze on you this time, thankful that they wouldn't have seen your shock or red face. Sighing through your nose you thank the spirits before looking around you. Surprised, you see that you had already reached the last four, and that the young lord, Arnold, had also made it.

   You smiled for a moment, before it fell seeing his prideful grin. You could tell his hubris was beginning to take over, fearing what might result from it. Suddenly, he was walking towards your stage. It took a moment, but you soon realized he was to be your next opponent. You nodded to him but he simply walked past you without so much as a glance, still grinning. The same disgust from earlier began to rise up, yet you kept your face cold and emotionless. You solemnly put your mask on, tightening it as you pick up the sword, feeling the coolness of the handle through your gloves as you walk up the steps yet again, meeting the young lord's stance. 'I have to keep him from winning' His pride could not be shown by a loss to anyone but a fellow Spade, you wouldn't let Lady Ebony's plans all fail because of an immature child like Arnold.

   You could feel the eyes of everyone boring into you and Arnold as the duel was signaled to begin, seeing the King's intense gaze back on you from the corner of your eye. This time, you went on the offense, dancing around Arnold as he swung wildly, yet powerfully at you. He couldn't seem to land a hit as you would simply dance out of the way each time he attempted a strike. You could feel the anger boil up in your heart as you realized this was how he had won all of his other matches. By fighting like a child, with no grace or beauty to be seen in it. You were seeing red. All you could feel was the burn of your muscles as you kept dancing around the young man, playing with him like cat does a mouse. Just like he did with all of his other opponents. You could see him getting weary, slowing down and making weaker strikes.

   Suddenly, there was a gasp among the crowd. Arnold was on the ground, several yards away. You struck him. Hard. You almost felt guilty, but it faded soon when you remembered how he treated everybody else. You held your chin up in victory as you walked softly to the center of the stage, watching Arnold clutch his abdomen where his clothing was slightly ripped. He limped over to you as he shook your hand. You could feel his intense glare and embarrassment as he looked at you through the mask. Though above the noise of the audience, a loud clapping could be heard as you walked off the stage. Turning around, you saw the King of Hearts clapping to your victory. 

   Your heart soared at his approval, feeling your face move to be a large grin. As you move down you find yet another full cup of water, but no note or servant this time, almost grateful for no more surprises. You chugged the water quickly, thankful for the cool relief it brought as your muscles ached and burned. You could hear Arnold's voice complaining, indignant to his lost against his own night and shook your head. You would've gone to talk to him about it, but you knew Lady Ebony would eventually discuss the actions he should take going forward anyways. Shaking your head you look down, before jumping up as you hear a deep, monotone voice from in front of you. 

   "Hello there, Mx. Hedrick." You look up, absolutely flabbergasted as you see the King of Hearts in front of you. Talking to you. A Knight of Spades. Your brain short circuits for a moment as you mumble out stutters and the King smiles at you, chuckling at your surprise. After a moment of pure confusion, you're able to configure your words properly.

   "Oh um Your Highness! May I ask why you are here?" You couldn't hide your nerves no matter how hard you tried, your voice was too loud, too unnatural. You felt internal embarrassment and cursed yourself for being so strange around the King. Thankfully though, he didn't seem to mind.

   "Well, what kind of host would I be if I didn't personally congratulate the winner, my dear?" Your brain officially stopped working at that point. Winner? There was supposed to be one more match, you were sure of it. It seemed the King noticed your confusion and elaborated quickly. "The other two were forced to come to a draw as one was cut past their protection and the other seems to have broken their leg." Your eyes widened. At a loss for words you simply nodded at the King. He chuckled, his usual monotone, adorable chuckle. You could feel your face heat up at his chuckle, looking down to try and hide it, thanking him for his congratulations.

   "T-Thank you, your Highness, I appreciate your thought" He looked down at you and kneeled to meet your height, surprising you as you realized he was doing this in front of everyone. Suddenly, the trophy was in your hands and you smiled, thanking him again before setting it down next to you. "The Spades appreciate you being such a delightful host" You bowed as best as you could from you sitting position. Wally grabbed your hand gently, kissing it and making your face light up on fire.

   "Your welcome M'lady." You felt yourself internally die at his words, not believing he would treat a simple night as such. Much less one from the Spade's Kingdom. Just as quickly as he came to you, he left leaving you with a trophy, and a face redder than the most delicious apples of the Heart's Kingdom. 

   "A King... Just kissed me..." You stared out into the distance, absolutely astonished at the day's events.

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Small Encounters

Itadori Yuji x Reader

!Basketball College AU!

You attend Yuji's Basketball game.

☆*:.｡. o(Third Small Encounter)o .｡.:*☆

INCOMING CALL - NOBARA

The blood drains out of your face, you had forgotten to text Kugisaki, telling her Itadori was driving you to the game. You pick up the phone, and as expected Kugisaki is yelling at you from the other side.

“GIRL YOU HAVE ME WAITING OUTSIDE OF YOUR FUCKING APARTMENT FOR THE PAST 10 DAMN MINUTES. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU.” You pull the phone away from your ear a bit, your brown haired friend's voice was a bit too loud for your liking. 

“Nobara” you elongated her name and softened your voice, in an attempt to ease her anger. “I’m so so so so sorry I was in such a rush I totally forgot to text you.” You let out a soft sigh, trying to get your friend to understand you. “ Your friend Itadori gave me a ride. I hope you're not mad babes, I'll treat you to a nice western breakfast whenever you please.”

Kugisaki was always stubborn and when someone gets her angry, she will ignore them for the next few days. You’ve known her since the beginning of the year and since then, you had learned one way to get back into the brown haired girl's heart. By bribing her.

“Ugh, fine.” She dragged out the word, showing her annoyance with you. “I'm only accepting your apology because you're buying me food. I'm still pissed at you.” You laughed at her cute angry attitude towards you. “I'll see you at the game, love you bye.” 

You hung up the phone and slid your phone back into the pocket of your pants. Not knowing what to do, You just stared at the door waiting for Kugisaki to walk through them. ‘She's probably stuck in traffic’ You thought to yourself after waiting on your friend for the past 15 minutes. Your foot rapidly tapped the bleacher floor, as you continued to wait for her. You rested your elbow on your knee and placed your face on your cold hand. Letting your eyelids shut as you grabbed your airpods out of your jacket pocket. 

As you were putting in your airpod, you heard someone calling out your name. “YO L/N” Slowly opening you E/c eyes, you notice the pink haired basketball player walking up to you, now in full uniform. “What’s with the long face?” Itadori said as he took a seat next to you on the metal bleachers. 

Your head remained in your palm as you explained to him the phone call between Kugisaki and you. “ And now I'm just waiting for her to get here. No offense, but it's so boring just being by myself” you lifted your head up to look at his brown eyes. He gives you a tight lipped smile before resting his large hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll just wait with you till she gets here, I’ll start warming up in like 10 minutes thou-” His words were cut off as a hand behind him smacked the back of his head. His whole body had fallen into the row below you. A small yelp escaped his lips as he landed on the cold metal of the bleachers. “Ow! You're gonna injure me before the game starts bro.” You were left in complete shock, mouth slightly agape after seeing Itadori get smacked. You look up and see Nobara standing right where Itadori was sitting. 

“Yuji Itadori dont lay a finger on my precious girlfriend!” She craned her neck down at him, her glare sending sharp daggers towards Itadori. She rolled her eyes before slightly nudging him to get him. “ She doesn't need a bum like you” 

You helped Itadori up as you let out a small laugh at your friend's overprotectiveness. “ Thanks Nobara but it's okay, he was just keeping me company while I waited for you.” Nobara takes a seat next to you, you place your cold hands in her warm soft hands. 

“If you say so” Her face tilts to the side to get a better look at the boy who cowed behind you. “But I swear to the lords above, if you touch her again, I will rip out your throat.” she pointed a finger at his face before flicking his forehead. Itadori hunched over in his spot, mumbling some remarks towards Kugisakis “Bitchy attitude”. 

“Whatever,” He rolls his eyes at the brown-haired girl. “I gotta go, yall better cheer for me!” He gets up from his spot next to you. Sending you and Kugisaki a closed eye smile. 

Shortly after, the game begins. The match is against some other college from Utsunomiya (UM). The game starts with Utsunomiya grabbing the ball first and dribbling it words Tokyo's basket. The power forward from Tokyo’s side quickly steals the ball away from UM and passes it towards Itadori. He takes an opening and runs across the court at incredible speeds, he's quickly followed by his teammate, a black haired boy with predominant eye bags, number fourteen. Itadori passes it to him and he shoots it towards the basket, a clean swish from the net is heard throughout the gym. The crowd roars as Tokyo gets the first point of the game. 

Nearing the end of the first quarter. Itadori rushes over to UM’s basket, he jumps up and dunks the ball. The rim of the basket shakes as he hangs from the hoop, his feet dangling in the air. He lets go and lands on the ground effortlessly, echos fill the gym as people cheer for him. He runs over to the section you are seated at, high fiving a few spectors from the lower bleachers before smiling at you, his smile is as radiant and bright as the sun. You smile back at him and throw him a thumbs up, mouthing, ‘ good job’. Itadori flushes in a pale pink across his face as he scratches the back of his nape. He runs back to his team to finish the quarter. As he runs back, you feel eyes stare right at you. You turn your head to the left and see a group of cheerleaders mugging you. You see them whisper between each other as your hands start to get sweaty, ‘Are they talking bad about me?’ You quickly wipe off the sweat of your hands on your pant legs, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. 

You put in your airpods as you try to brush off the uneasiness those cheerleaders gave you. You haven't gotten into major drama, and especially with popular people like cheerleaders so having them stare at you with hatred, left you confused and worried. You enter the women's bathroom and walk over to the mirrors to reapply some mascara. As you brush the wand along your lashes you hear the door swing open and two girls walk in. You didn't want to invade their conversation so you quickly left the bathroom. As you were walking out the door, you heard them mention Hinata, the girl in your music class, and Itadori.

You shrugged it off, ‘They’re probably talking about a different Hinata and Itadori.’ You thought to yourself as you walked back to the bleachers. As you walk up the steps, you once again feel the strong sharp daggers the college cheerleaders send you. All of them were staring at you up and down as you continued to walk up the stairs. Your eyebrows knitted as you stared back at them, judgment in your eyes, earning them all to roll their eyes and face forward after hearing their captain call out some cheers. 

“ Nobara, those cheerleaders are staring at me so badly. It's so annoying.” You sit down next to Kugisaki and place your head on her shoulder, she puts her cheek against your hair and the both of you continue to watch the game.

“ Ignore them, some of them are some soulless ugly ass bitches, don't let them affect your mood babe.” She places a soft kiss on the top of your head, a small smile creeped up on your face. You muttered a quiet thanks to her and put your focus back on the game. 

Second quarter went by quicker than you thought, it was now halftime meaning you had some time to get some fresh air. Kugisaki went to talk to a green haired girl and you decided to leave the gym. As you exited the gym, the cold air of the december night made you pull your sweater closer to you. Although it wasn't giving you a lot of warmth you weren't as cold anymore. Your sneakers crunched against the gravel outside the gym as you made your way to the side of the huge gym. It was a quiet area that no one really went to, but as you leaned against the wall, You heard a voice call out for you. You move your attention from your phone to the black haired girl that stood in front of you, Ogami Hinata.  

“Hey L/n, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She leaned against the wall right next to you, shoving her hands in her pockets to prevent herself from getting any colder. 

“Yea, my friend invited me and I had nothing else to do today so I decided to come with her.”  Silence followed after, leaving an awkward atmosphere for the two of you.

“So Itadori didn't invite you?” Hinata abruptly said, her question catching you off guard ‘What’s up with this girl and Itadori.’ you thought to yourself as you let out a long sigh. Your phone buzzed, ripping your attention away from the black haired girl. You fished it out of your pocket and saw you had received a text message from Kugisaki.

Nobara

Nobara - the game gonna start soon

Nobara - wya 🙄

Comingggg - You

“Can you stop asking questions about Itadori, I just met him.” a soft chuckle escaped your mouth in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere. “ I gotta go, I'll see you later” You pivotied away from the girl, leaving her alone with her own thoughts. You yourself were also deep in your thoughts, wondering why she kept wanting to talk about Itadori with you. You entered the gym and took your seat next to Kugisaki and her friend she had brought over. 

The game had ended faster than you had realized, your college ended up winning by 9 points.The team huddled up on their side of the court before they broke it off and cheered. You hadn't noticed that Kugisaki and green hair friend had left during the fourth quarter. Leaving you by yourself. You grabbed your phone as you started heading down the bleachers. Opening your messages you see Kugisaki texted you

Nobara - The game got boring so i dipped lmao, see u tmr babes 

Okayy text me when u get home - You

As you're walking out of the gym, you feel a warm hand grip your wrist. “Leaving so soon L/n?” Itadori pulls you to the side into a small quiet hall that connects the gymnasium to another building. “ Did you like the game? I could've done better if Imma be real.” Itadori sulks. His hand still wrapped around your wrist.

“Yeah you did great Itadori! I’ll go to the next one if you invite me.” You look up at the tall pink haired man. A small blush appears across his cheeks. He lets go of your wrist and cracks his knuckles, trying to seem unflustered by your comment. His actions earn a small quiet laugh from you. Itadori rocks on his heels as he grabs his phone out and shows you a picture of a flier.

TOKYO HOOPERS AFTER PARTY

“I was wondering…” Itadori stammered over his words. “If you wanted to come to this party with me? It’s at my brother's house and yea ummm he said I can bring my friends so yea I want you to go but only if you want to. You don't have to go if you don't want to, I totally understand.” Itadori quickly spoke, his nervousness clearly showing. He continued to rock on his heels, his hands intertwined in front of him.

“Sorry, I have hella assignments to do tonight.” You gave him a sympathetic look, you wanted to go to the party but you knew you had a shitload of work to do. “Next time I promise I’ll go!” you held your pinky out in front of him, he smiled at you as he interlocked his larger pinky with yours.

“You better!” He chucked, pinky’s still interlocked, he locked eye contact with you. “You need a ride? I saw Nobara leave early and she hasn't come back.” Itadori released his pinky from yours, the both of you proceed to walk back inside the gym towards his bags near the locker room. 

“You’ve done too much for me already, I’ll just order an uber dont worry.” You watched him as he collected all of his stuff. 

“No, I’m taking you home and you can't say no., I gotta change real quick. Wait for me right here yeah?” You muttered a small ‘yep’ as you took a seat on the bench that was next to Itadori’s bags. You whip out your phone and start playing a random game you had. After a while, you hear the murmurs of some cheer girls as they walk past you. Lucky for you, (or unlucky) Itadori walks out of the locker rooms in some gray sweatpants and a compression turtleneck under his black hoodie. “ Okay let's head out. Wanna get some food?” The girls stare at you in shock, more whispers erupt between the girls. Itadori’s gaze lands on the group of girls, he raises an eyebrow at them in confusion before leaning towards you, his face right in front of yours. “Why are they staring?” Itadori whispers, confusion laced his voice.

“I'm not sure, they been mugging me since like the second quarter.” You whispered back at him. You get up from the bench and help Itadori with his bag. He quickly grabs it out of your hands, not wanting you to carry it. 

“Eh they're probably just some random weirdos.” His straightforwardness made you laugh a bit, making him also laugh. 

The two of you head over to his car, he opens the passenger door for you and places his bags in the back. “So where ya wanna eat at?” Itadori hops into the driver's side and starts his car. A low pur erupts from his engine. “Taco Bell sounds fire to be honest.” He suggested.

“Yes it does, and they’re open late so we got hella time before they close.” The car starts moving, the taco bell wasn't far from your college, it was the first exit off of the highway. You arrived there pretty fast since Itadori was speeding. After parking the car you and Itadori ended up deciding to eat inside.

After ordering you take a seat in a booth near the window. Itadori had paid for you once again, you thanked his generosity towards you multiple times. “ Like I said, thank you for everything you did today, how can I pay you back?” You tilt your head at him, waiting for his response.

“ Um no, you don't need to pay me back for anything, we’re friends right? This is what friends do so shush” 

“Okay but next time we hang out, it's on me.” Itadori hums in agreement as he gets up to the register after hearing your order being called. He comes back to the table and places your food in front of you. You took a long sip from your Baja Blast freeze before digging in. Itadori muttered a quick prayer before he began to eat too. 

He had noticed you slightly shiver from the cold throughout the night yet every time he'd ask you if you were cold you would just deny it. “Dude I can tell you're cold, take my hoodie, it's way warmer than that thin ass zip up.” He took off his hoodie and handed it to you. You slipped in on looking up at him and thanking him, your eyes lingered on him longer than they should've as you admired his body. ‘Damn he looks hella good in the compression shirt’ you thought to yourself before looking back down at your food and eating. Itadori seemed to have noticed you stare at him and his ears turned a bright cherry red. 

Once you and Itadori had finished eating. You headed back to his car. Found by Tems and Brent Faiyaz played in the background as you drove back to your apartment. “Thanks for today Itadori, It was a lot of fun.” You fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie, his cologne lingered in your nose as you buried your cold face in the hoodie as an attempt to get warmer. 

“Don't thank me, you make it seem and if you forced me to hang out with you, when it's the other way around.” He laughed as his hand gripped the steering wheel and the other laid on the gear shift. You look at the veins that pop out of his arms and hands as his grip tightens around the steering wheel. 

“ You really did, you forced me into your car so many times you basically kidnapped me!” the both of you laughed as you admired the city zoom past your eyes. “ But yea I had hella fun today. I’m glad I met you, Itadori, I hope we can hang out again soon.” 

“Yea, I'm glad I met you too L/n. Give me your number so we plan to link up again soon. I have a sharpie in the glove box.” You turn on the flash of your phone as you search the glove box. You finally find the sharpie and you turn your body to face him. You grab his forearm and roll his sleeve up as you begin to write your number on his hard forearm. You roll his sleeve back down and place the sharpie back into the glove box. 

You finally arrive at your apartment. He parks his car in the same spot as early and hops out of the driver's side to open the car door for you. “ Let me walk you up to your place since it's pretty late already.” You agree as you begin walking to the elevator with Itadori right by your side. You ascend to the 6th floor and quickly arrive at your front door. 

“Thanks for walking me.” You turn your body to face him. As you begin to take off his hoodie, Itadori grabs your arms and pulls the hoodie back down. He smiles at you before telling you to keep it. After some denying and arguing you finally accept his offering.

“I’ll see you uhh….. Soon.” You tell him, obviously not knowing when you're going to see him again. 

“Yea, I’ll see you soon.” Itadori smiles at you warmly before waving at you goodbye as he begins to walk away. 

You enter your apartment and take off your pants and shirt, switch into some pj pants and put Itadori’s hoodie back on. You do your nightly routine of brushing out teeth and your skin care before hopping into bed. Your phone buzzes as you plug it into the charger near your nightstand. 

Unknown Number

Unknown Number - Sleep well L/nnnnn 

Unknown Number - dis ur fave baller btw :P

You - Goodnight Itadori, sleep well <3

You plug your phone and close your eyes, slowly drifting to sleep, completely forgetting to do your assignments.

#jjk x reader #basketball #college #itadori x reader #itadori x y/n #jjk #jjk itadori #jjk nobara #jujutsu kaisen #nobara kugisaki #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #yuta okkotsu #voidimwrites #alternate universe #reader insert #x reader

[riseofamoonycake]

Heyoo! I want to make a request for Qin Shi Huang! The scenario is that before Qin starts his fight (although he's already on the battlefield), a woman dressed in similar clothes to Qin jumps down from the viewing ground right in front of Qin. It is none other than the reader! She is Qin's hidden Empress (Hidden as Qin never revealed her to the world, and no historical record was found of her). Reader pinched Qin's cheek and goes, "Aiyaaa, I knew it! You've gotten SKINNY!! You haven't been eating, have you? No no no it doesn't matter if you're already 'kinda dead'. You need to eat for energy so you can win the fight! Why you so dumb ah?" Then reader just starts pulling food out of mid-air and feeding them to Qin while everyone is wondering who the hell this woman is!

Please do take your time! I requested a bit late, and it seems you've already had a lot of requests lol. Be sure not to overwork yourself!

Ok, that was a very specific and fun request to make! ♥ I hope you like it!

Always By Your Side

🐉Pairing: Qin Shi Huang x Female!reader

🐉Warnings: mention of illness

🐉

«But… who is she?»

«Will she take the place of that human?»

«She’s so tiny and thin... she’d be annihilated right away.»

«Then why is she here, if not to fight?»

The whole arena is a melting pot of questions, comments and perplexities while, for the first time since the beginning of the fights, gods and humans find themselves united and in agreement in a single purpose: first of all, to understand who is the mysterious girl who leapt from the bleachers and landed right in front of the human fighter of the Seventh Round, the Emperor of China Qin Shi Huang; immediately afterwards, find a serious reason behind the loud laughters with which she embraced him with such energy as to make him stagger, and last but not least discover where the food with which she is now feeding the ruler comes from ― or rather, with which she is forcing him to feed.

You, the center of all attention, don’t notice the startled and confused faces and the words that surround you, and if you do, you don’t even take them into consideration: because the only face and voice that interest you are those of Qin, who, having lowered his blindfold a little, is staring at you with wide eyes as he mechanically chews or swallows what you give him and does not believe what he is seeing. After all, how can you blame him? It is been years, to be kind, that life’s events ― or rather, those that follow it ― have separated you two, and afterward it wasn’t at all easy to find out where you were, or where he was.

Qin… the young man who for many was only the Emperor of China, and whom you called husband instead. What a magnificent opportunity for all: the imperial couple has finally reunited! The Hidden Empress, as you have always liked to call yourself, has found her illustrious husband and can finally care for him as she always has. The Hidden Empress, who was once a young woman forced into the shadows by an illness so exhausting that she can’t even see the light of the moon, Qin’s most precious gem and his enormous weakness, so much so as to push him not to reveal her existence to anyone in order not to risk losing her ahead of time, now she is so strong as to be unrecognizable even for her lord; even if joyful and optimistic you have always been, in the best and worst moments, and stronger than you yourself could think. You are not the bride of a ruler for nothing!

«Eat some more, come on. This will give you a strength you don’t even imagine, you need it! Come oooon, another bite! Good!»

With one hand you stuff a whole piece of cake into his mouth, while with the other you keep stroking your love’s hair. How much did you miss this feeling: running your fingers over his face, touching his warm and quivering skin, placing your ear on his heart to hear it flutter and feel you alive together with it, with that beat that marks a time that could not end, that he doesn’t even have to do it now. Not now…

«Y/N…»

Your voice fails you as you hear his voice calling your name: so softly, so deeply. A tear goes up your eyes quickly, and you see the same one reflected in those of Qin; there is still time. «The public will forgive me… otherwise it doesn’t matter, I don’t care», you mutter as you grab the emperor by the wrist and drag him out of the arena, amidst the roar of thousands of voices and chaos that immediately explodes.

Qin glances over his shoulder and starts to say something, but his tongue doesn’t move and he finds himself following you despite himself, until you find a secluded corner and then you can stop. Facing each other, a few more moments pass before either of them is able to speak; but your looks do it enough, as well as the second hug you exchange, much more intense and desired than the first.

«Y/N!», Qin invokes your name, then starts pouring out a torrent of words without any order, «Y/N, it’s really you… I… I’ve been looking for you for so long, but I didn’t know where … and how… and I, humm, I left before you, while I promised you that I would never leave you alone, never, never… Y/N, I didn’t want to, I didn’t want… because…»

You burst out laughing joyfully, then sink your face into his chest and kiss his neck, stopping him. «… And in the end it was I who found you. And that’s fine.» You pull away to look at him again, then slowly stroke his cheek. «I am so proud of you, my love: you are always my strong, brave and great lord, the emperor of my heart. And don’t worry, I’m not angry that you left before me; there are things we have no control over, and we have to deal with them.» You pause for a moment and together you listen to the tumult that is devouring the arena, then you sigh slightly and give him a smile full of light. «But there is no time for words! We’ll have a lot to talk about afterwards. Now go and win, my lord, I’ve detained you long enough already: I ​​just couldn’t help myself. Now don’t forget, fight with all of yourself and remember that I’m waiting for you, I didn’t wait so long to lose you again!»

Qin doesn’t answer immediately: first, he’s the one who sinks his fingers into your hair and then draws you to him and kisses your head and forehead, then rubs his nose against yours. «I won’t: I won’t lose. I promised myself that, after finding you again, this victory would be the first thing I would tell you... but this is better: you will see for yourself how strong my desire is to be by your side, to love you even more than before. Finally I can show everyone my beautiful wife, without any fear!»

You start to reply in kind to such a statement, but he doesn’t allow you to do so: the kiss he gives you is too intense to let anything else breathe, and you can’t even hold back your thoughts, enraptured from that contact. It is only a moment, but it is enough to exchange promises that words cannot fully express; and the last image you see before he re-enters the arena is his magnificent smile, the firm conviction of your husband to return to you, because now that you are again by his side not even the end could separate you. It wouldn’t make it.

«Do your best, my only good», you whisper as you listen to the roar that rises from the audience and, immediately after, to Heimdall’s voice beginning to announce the start of the Seventh Round. You can’t hold back a tender smile, and if you cry it’s certainly not from sadness. «Go on, show them who you are… and then come back to me. Wherever you look, I’ll be there waiting for you. It is a promise, from the Empress to her Emperor.»

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #Ror #Snv #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok qin shi huang #Shuumatsu no valkyrie Qin Shi Huang #ror qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang

[oswildin]

MY LOKI SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS

(and marvel related playlists)

POV PLAYLISTS (YOU X LOKI)

pov: enemies to lovers with loki laufeyson (it’s complicated) // “would you bleed for me?” - halsey // features artists like: florence + the machine, billie eilish, maneskin, rihanna, arctic monkeys (indie rock/dark pop)

pov: best friends to lovers with loki laufeyson // “pauses then says ‘you’re my bestfriend’, you knew what it was, he is in love.” - taylor swift // features artists like: mitski, lorde, the 1975, lana del rey, taylor swift (indie pop/ballads/soft pop)

pov: you’re in love with loki laufeyson despite everything (angst) // “but you love me wrong.” - allie x // features artists like: marina, melanie martinez, aurora, olivia rodrigo, miley cyrus, allie x (indie pop/soft pop/power ballads)

pov: loki wants to do “terrible, awful things… to you” // “think I need someone older.” - isabel larosa // features artists like: she wants revenge, beyonce, the neighbourhood, the weeknd, k.flay, isabel larosa (electronic pop/dark pop)

pov: relaxing with loki laufeyson // “calm again, i feel warm again.” - aurora // features artists like: mitski, the 1975, taylor swift, billie eilish, bleachers, aurora (soft pop/acoustic pop/indie)

pov: you domesticated loki laufeyson and now you’re dancing in the kitchen // “if you dance, I’ll dance.” - lana del rey // features artists like: abba, børns, adele, the goo goo dolls, harry styles, lana del rey (mixed genres/feel good/ballads)

pov: you give loki an ipod with songs you think he’d like // “one day I’ll watch as you’re leaving cause you got tired of my scheming.” - taylor swift // features artists like: rina sawayama, twenty one pilots, marina, billie eilish, lady gaga, taylor swift (mixed genres/pop/soft pop)

LOKI CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

songs that are loki coded // “the truth is you have to be soft to be strong.” - marina // features artists like: panic at the disco, melanie martinez, linkin park, idkhbtfm, aurora, marina (mixed genres/pop/rock/electronica)

songs that are thor!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “tired of being what you want me to be.” - linkin park // features artists like: twenty one pilots, royal & the serpent, willow, yungblud, aurora, linkin park (indie rock/indie pop)

songs that are avengers!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “live a villain, die an icon.” - ashnikko // features artists like: halsey, poppy, demi lovato, rina sawayama, maneskin, ashnikko (rock/dark pop)

songs that are dark world!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “you set my soul alight.” - muse // features artists like: depeche mode, nine inch nails, mother mother, my chemical romance, muse (rock/dark pop/indie)

songs that are ragnarok!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “I know I created myself.” - aurora // features artists like: idkhbtfm, imagine dragons, maneskin, marina, gerard way, aurora (indie rock/indie pop)

songs that make me think of s1 of loki // “I don’t wanna be a monster anymore.” - rina sawayama // features artists like: gorillaz, grimes, twenty one pilots, blondie, lorde, rina sawayama (indie pop/dark pop/rock)

songs that make me think of s2 of loki // “all of this is temporary.” - halsey // features artists like: aurora, paramore, poppy, taylor swift, coldplay, halsey (indie pop/rock/ballads)

MARVEL POV PLAYLISTS (YOU X MARVEL)

pov: you’re the villain in the mcu

pov: you’re in the spider-verse

pov: you travel the galaxy

pov: dancing in a bar on contraxia

pov: you’re the new avenger

OTHER PLAYLISTS

songs that sylvie listens to in her 1982 pickup truck

songs that are sylvie laufeydottir coded (don’t ask me why)

songs that remind me of sylki

songs that remind me of lokius

pov: loki is drunk at a sakaarian party & the grandmaster is the dj (💅🏻🏳️‍🌈🍸)

loki laufeyson (guardians of the galaxy version)

#loki #loki playlist #marvel playlist #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x you #loki pov #marvel pov #mcu pov #mcu playlist #spotify playlist #character playlist #marvel x you #loki laufeyson #loki marvel

[ashwhowrites]

I've got an Eddie x cheerleader idea! Kinda fluffy where even though he doesn't give a shit about sports, he starts going to get just to watch his girl. He's so proud when she sticks landings or stunts that she's been struggling with. He's so full of admiration for her. And he *always* has water and snacks for her because she never actually brings enough to get through the games.

YES! AND ITS FLUFF THANK THE LORD

I hope this is what you were looking for. It's a little short :)

If you asked Eddie Munson to go to any type of school game about six months ago- he'd laugh in your face and tell you to shut the fuck up.

But then he met her. The co-captain of the cheerleading squad, next to Chrissy. She was gorgeous, bubbly, smart, and sweet. Eddie met her on the first day of his second senior year. He saw her struggling to open her locker so he offered a hand. Once he saw the standard ponytail and cheerleading outfit, he expected to be told to fuck off. But to his surprise a huge smile appeared on her face.

"If it's not too much trouble, that'd be great."

Her voice was even soft. She talked so delicately.

After he helped her, he figured that is the last he'd talk to her again.

But once again she surprised him. Waving at him excitedly in the halls. Always saying hello when she found him at his locker. Even went as far to sit next to him in a class they shared together.

Eddie didn't like the preps or the jocks. He tended to ignore them the best he could. But this girl was making her way into his life and he wasn't mad about it.

And that is how Eddie Munson found himself front and center on the bleachers for every possible sport event the shitty school put on. He sat on the side where the cheerleaders grouped together, along with the rest of the perverts. He had a real reason to be there- his girlfriend was there.

He cheers the absolute loudest when the girls perform. Many people's eyes looking over to the freak as he stands on his feet clapping loudly.

He smiles even bigger when she looks over and sends him a wink with a smile.

"you two are so gross." Dustin whined, covering his eyes every time Eddie cupped his mouth to scream even louder.

"oh shut up Henderson. If you ever get a girlfriend as hot as that plus in a small skirt, you wouldn't be complaining."

"I do have a girlfriend."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "sure you do."

Dustin huffed and crossed his arms.

Dustin brightened up when Y/N raced over to their seat, sweating and out of breath.

"hello my boys." She said, kissing Eddie quick on the lips and shaking Dustin's head with her hand.

"not the hair." He whined, smacking her hands.

"alright gorgeous, what did you forget this time?" Eddie teased, already opening his backpack filled with every possible snack, drink, and hair ties available.

"water." She smiled shyly, she was known to be the only girl on the squad who didn't show up with water or snacks. Her brain completely forgetting the importance of staying hydrated when she's putting together the routines.

Eddie laughed and pulled out a lunch box, a real one that she made him buy. Something for food, not drugs.

He grabbed out the cold water and handed it over, but before she could grab it he snatched it back.

"now wait. How do you suppose you are paying for this?" He smirked. Dustin gagging next to him

Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed her boyfriend again, he hummed against her lips and tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled away with a laugh.

"we can't make out. I'm still in the middle of a game." She scolded him as she snatched the water. Running back to the court as Chrissy called her over.

"I can't believe you snatched a cheerleader." Mike said, sitting behind them.

"shit Mike, me either but all I have to do is not fuck it up." Eddie sighed.

He watched the rest of her routine with the softest adoration look in his eyes. Still not believing a girl like that chose him.

Tags!

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

[delopsia]

Please | Rhett Abbott X Reader

Word Count: 1,800 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, handjobs, very brief edging. This post was brought to you by cheap wine.

It's not easy breaking Rhett down; it's not easy to dominate a man so rough at the edges, who keeps his power under an iron fist, oh so rarely yielding to another. Getting him to the point that he will squirm and beg is painstaking, but oh, when he does.

It's not that Rhett doesn't let you have your way; if you ask, he gives it to you, but there's a difference between a man laying back and letting you touch him and a man so desperate for your touch that he's in tears.

Your whole plan started when you were at a bar with Rhett, listening to one of your friends talk about how she broke down that stable hand across the bar until he begged her to let him cum. Hadn't thought much about it until it slipped out of Rhett's mouth.

"I'll never understand begging to cum," he said offhandedly, with his lips wrapped halfway around his beer.

Such a tiny comment, one that took only seconds to say and forget about, sparked a morbid curiosity in the back of your head. Just how hard would it be to bring him to that point? Teasing him over and over until he's crying, begging, trembling, all for you, all because of you.

You started out slow; always have to when it comes to Rhett. He's observant to a fault, sensitive to change, always seems to know when something is up. There's a fine line you straddle as you take up extra shifts, agree to go out with your friends more than often, subtly disrupting your active sex life without seeming suspicious. Even the Lord knows Rhett is a stubborn bastard that will only fold when he's desperate.

There's a point where you almost ditch your plans completely; when Rhett's fresh off his last bull ride of the night, and he's quietly kissing up your neck, murmuring about how long it's been, how bad he wants you.

"Darlin'," hardon pressed against the curve of your ass, "what do you say we get out of here, hm?" Hot breath tickles your ear as he whispers into it, nips at it with a sharp tooth.

God, how are you to deny him when he asks you so sweetly? Surely one time couldn't hurt.

Your falter only played into your hand, it seems, because the next morning, Rhett barely lets you leave for work, does this sleepy grabby hands thing as he whines for your attention.

"You're so busy anymore," he pouts in between kisses, "this was the most I've cuddled you in weeks." Begging in the most indirect of ways.

It's hard to stay away. Dragging yourself to work feels like walking into the gates of hell, and you're only able to do it by reminding yourself that your plan is almost ready to execute.

Almost.

Perry unintentionally sets the events of the night into motion.

The rodeo is in some tiny town you've never heard of, consisting of nothing but a gas station, a bank, and a handful of trailer homes that don't look too inhibited. It doesn't even have bleachers, and you're thankful that Rhett's mom packed some lawn chairs. Even more so when Perry plants his ass in your chair and gives you the perfect excuse to settle down in Rhett's lap.

"You best not be creating problems that you don't intend to solve, sweetheart," he murmurs in your ear, low and breathy, but he does nothing to stop the subtle squirming of your ass against his cock. One unintentionally bold move has him twitching against you, a soft little noise leaving his lips.

Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for him, he has to get up and get ready for his ride. You don't miss how his eyes linger on you as he walks away like he's hoping you'll follow him. You don't.

Rhett's the one to find you next. All of a sudden, your back is hitting the concrete wall outside the bathrooms, and your senses are clouded by a sweaty, needy cowboy.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He grumbles in between the kisses he's peppering you with, teeth nipping at the juncture of your jaw. A heavy hardness presses against your hip, rubbing incessantly against you.

"I have a little bit of an idea," there was a follow-up to that statement, but Rhett's covering your lips with his own, hungrily licking into your mouth like a man starved. Dizzying, hot, desperate. So commanding that you think he just may get what he wants right here and now, with the whole rodeo as your witness, and yet when you cup him through his jeans, he jumps.

"I need you," he almost whines, right against your lips, "fuck, I need you, sweetheart."

Close, but not close enough. You want to hear him say please, need to hear him beg, first.

His rodeo buddies are an unintentional saving grace, crowing his name as loud as they can, flagging him back down. He's next up to ride, and for a second, you're concerned he may quit bull riding right then and there.

"Go get 'em, cowboy," squeezing him just to get that little gasp out of him.

His second ride is an absolute whirlwind that has your breath in your throat; he is absolutely glued to that bull — sexual frustration always did add to his stubbornness. The moment Rhett is on the other side of the fence, you're disappearing to rejoin Cecelia and the rest of his family. Rhett's usually good about minding around his mother, but as he rounds that corner, you're afraid he may just jump your bones.

Cecelia has plans, things to see, and booths of home goods to visit. She's in the middle of debating with Royal on which cast iron skillet to get. While just a few feet away, her son pants filthy noises into your ear, reddened from incessant nibblings. He's like a teething puppy.

"Baby," he breathes, God, it's almost pitiful what you've done to him, and all you've done is touch him through his jeans.

Fine, you'll give him a hint.

"What's the magic word?"

He stiffens, a little hitch in his breath, and then, "please." Barely audible, carried away with the wind.

Tilting your head to meet his eye, "I didn't hear you."

His adam's apple bobs as he tilts his head to look at his parents, then back at you, "please." It's shaky and uncertain, but it's there.

It's not easy to make a man like Rhett tremble, but oh, is the site below you worth it.

Naked, pale skin shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat that glistens as his entire body trembles against the wine-red comforter. His hips squirm as your palm strokes up his twitching shaft, toned stomach contracting as you press a kiss to it.

"Feels good," murmured into the sheets, "fuck, it feels good."

He's close; you know it in the way his jaw slackens, forgoing his efforts to stifle the soft, barely there whines that emanate from the back of his throat. So close to an audible sound, yet a far cry from the sob that falls from his lips when your hand abruptly leaves.

"Please," like a mantra, over and over, "please, baby, please let me cum."

Your fingers trace up and down his pale thighs, watching in earnest at how he squirms at your touch; his body feels like it's on fire, burning hot everywhere your hands roam. The closer your hand draws to his cock, the tighter he's wound, stilling until even his lungs have frozen.

Your palm wraps around him once more, and it's like you've squeezed that halted breath right out of him, deflating as you finally, finally give him the attention he's begging for.

"Please don't stop," he shudders, bites down on his bottom lip in a futile attempt to swallow down the pretty whimper that ripples out of him.

It's a noise that rarely graces your ears, loud and unmistakable, something he tries so hard to keep at bay. It's your favorite sound of his, prides you every time you hear it because only you are able to draw such a sound out of your stubborn cowboy. Not anyone else, not the buckle bunnies, and not that girl who's been pursuing him ever since she got back from college, only you.

"Do you want to cum?" You purr, working up a painstakingly slow rhythm that you know isn't enough.

Watery blue eyes flicker open, "please." He's irresistible like this. Needy, writhing against the sheets as you take him apart, brick by brick. His hair is an absolute wreck, stuck to his sweaty forehead and pinkened cheeks. What a sight for sore eyes.

"Darlin', please," weaker this time, hips bucking up into your palm; he's close again.

You're far too happy to give him what he wants. Squeezing just a little tighter, moving just a little faster, flicking your wrist the way you know he likes. His jaw falls open, graces you with even more of those whimpers you so rarely get to hear.

Large fingers wrap around your free hand, fumbling until he can hold it, squeeze it, "I'm—"

His words are lost as his body arches off the bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head just before they can squeeze shut. Thick ropes of hot cum shoot across his toned stomach, coating your hand.

For a moment, the only sound that pierces the silence is the soft squelch of your wet hand around his cock, and then he's coming down. Whimpering softly as your hand continues to work his tender cock, up and down at that same wicked pace until he's squirming away from it. Every breath he takes is shuddering, thighs twitching even as your hand slips off of him.

His hand doesn't let go of yours, even as you reach up to wipe away the stray tear that managed to work its way down his rosy cheek. He sniffles and then, "good fuckin' lord, sweetheart."

There he is.

Rhett only lets go of you for a minute, just long enough to let you fetch a warm cloth to clean up the pearly white mess pooling on his stomach. A process that doesn't take more than a minute or two but is long enough to have him reaching for you the moment you step back through the threshold.

"C'mere," he grumbles, and as soon as his fingers find purchase on your waist, you're being dragged under the covers.

The lightest of trembles still remain, quaking through his body in waves, even as his head comes to settle on your chest, your fingers combing through his tangled hair.

"You alright?" He'd never used his safeword, didn't even mouth it, and yet you're still hesitant to ask.

Rhett squeezes you just a little tighter, tilting his head up to plant a wet kiss on your jaw, "never been better, doll."

There's no doubt he's gonna get you back for this; too stubborn to let go of his competitive steak that easily. He'll probably be between your legs within the hour, giving you a taste of your own medicine until he's confident that he's gained the upper hand.

You'll worry about that later; for now, you're happy to just enjoy the fruits of your efforts.

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[alkaline-wtr]

Skipping Class

teen!Konig x stoner!reader Description: Reader teaches Konig skip class. Konig smokes weed for the first time. Genre/Warnings: Konig and reader are high schoolers, anxious!konig, stoner!reader, fluff, angst, Mentions of drug use, silly. WC:1k

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AN** Just a silly little Konig imagine, not my best work. Thank the lord for Grammarly. I was high when I wrote this and the autocorrect was working overtime. It was so bad I said, 'fuck it' and paid for premium. Anyways, enjoy.

Konig stalks through the halls as the other kids shuffle into classrooms. Konig looks around, making sure to go unnoticed as he pushes through the metal doors at the end of the hall. He walks across the courtyard to the field and heads over the farthest bleachers. Behind the bleachers is a metal wire fence separating the School from one of the main roads in town. You are sitting under the bleachers, legs crossed, as you lightly pack a pinch of marijuana into the bowl of your pipe. You look up when you hear the heavy footsteps pass you. You watch Konig curiously as he begins to climb the fence.

"Hey! Where you going?" You call over to him.

Konig freezes in fear and turns to you. A look of relief washes over him as he realizes you're just another student, not a teacher ready to punish him for ditching class.

"Home?" You ask, digging through the pocket of your backpack for your lighter.

Konig's eyes dart nervously around the field.

"No," He shakes his head.

"Usually, I just walk around. Or sit at the park." He responds, his thick Austrian accent coating his words.

You nod, humming in response

"So, why are you skipping?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Konig shrugs,

"I've just got some stuff on my mind."

You didn't need to ask the question on the tip of your tongue. The look in your eyes was enough for Konig to continue.

"I'm enlisting in the military after graduation. I'm just nervous about it, and I can't focus." He admits.

You nod your head understandingly. You were no stranger to anxiety, and with graduation coming in just a couple of months, you could see why he would be stressed.

You gently hold the pipe to your lips, covering the carb hole with your thumb. Konig watches you place the lighter carefully over the end of the Glass. His eyes stay on your hands as they sync effortlessly to time your hit. You toss the lighter down and drop your thumb, inhaling the smoke. Sitting back, you hold the smoke in your lungs and look up at him. Konig's fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt nervously. You exhale the smoke, his eye glancing back to the glass pipe in your hand.

"You want some?" You ask, holding the pipe up.

Konig hesitates but shakes his head. You shrug it off. Placing the pipe to your lips again. Konig watches, stepping further beneath the bleachers. As you exhale your second hit, You notice Konig standing closer now. You pat the ground beside you. Konig sits beside you, his knees close to his chest like he's trying to make himself smaller. You side-eye him. His eyes are still fixed curiously on the pipe. Finally, you break the silence.

"Have you smoked before?"

He shakes his head.

"Would you like to try?"

You can see the conflict in his eyes as he considers the question. Konig hadn't been around weed smokers and wasn't entirely educated on its effects.

"You know it's useful for anxiety." You say, noting his fidgety hands.

Konig perked up at this. Anxiety? he was always anxious. He glanced at the pipe and flicked his eyes up to you. You were looking at him. You were so relaxed and patient. Konig admired that and agreed to your offer, hoping to achieve a similar state.

He scoots a bit closer as you lean over to dump the bowl of ashes.

Konig watches your hands again. You pack the bowl with a small pinch, remembering your first time and wanting to spare him the struggles.

"Okay. So, you're going to hold this-" You grab Konig's hand, placing the pipe into it.

"Put your thumb here." You instruct, guiding his thumb over the carb hole.

"I'm going to light it. When I do, suck in lightly." The lighter clicks, and you hold the flame over the bowl in the same careful way you'd done before.

Konig watches intently, his eyes gazing down the pipe, touching his lips. After a couple of seconds, you diminish the flame and drop the hand holding the lighter. Your free hand cups Konig's hand he is using to hold the pipe. You watch Konig. He follows your instructions. The smoke fills the chamber, and you stop him.

"Okay. Take your thumb off, breathe in, and hold your breath for a few seconds."

Konig does as you say. Holding the smoke in his lungs while you take the pipe from his hand. He only manages to keep it in for about a second before the burning in his lung becomes too much, and he breaks into a coughing fit. You pat his back, letting him cough.

"Here." You lift a half-empty water bottle to him.

Konig takes the water quickly, downing a sip. You sit with him in silence as the coughing dies off. Konig stares ahead blankly. He can feel his head grow foggy, and the world around him slows as the smoke takes effect.

"How do you feel?" You ask him.

Konig thought about it for a moment. How did he feel? Turning his head to the side, he felt dizzy. Konig looked down into your eyes as you awaited his answer. For the first time in forever like his mind was quiet. He felt focused but completely unfocused at the same time. A warmth washed over him, and he smiled.

"Good." He responds simply.

Many thoughts were swarming his mind about how Konig was feeling, but 'Good' was the only word he could muster. He was tired, but not the kind of tiredness where he could sleep. Frankly, Konig just didn't feel like moving at all. Even his lips felt heavy, like it would be hard to lift them if he spoke. You must have felt similarly as you just responded with a soft nod, looking forward. Konig looked forward too. You both sat silently, staring ahead at the now fascinating metal fence. Konig wasn't sure how much time had passed when he looked back over to you. All he knew right now was that he felt a strange new sense of Calm. He liked it.

Konig realized that you were right about what you said before. This did help with anxiety. 'I should do this more often.' He thought to himself. 

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[yojeongin]

DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS — 14: LA FUERZA DEL DESTINO

→neighbor!jaemin x neighbor f!reader

genre: social media au, neighbors au, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, humor

synopsis: you and jaemin are only meant to get along for the sake of staying there so why was his pandora box opening the more and more you two got closer? he wasn't strong enough to keep it shut.

wc: 2.8k+

an: I thought this was cute... pls ignore any typos on the pics.

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Jaemin expected many things in life unlike you who didn’t. But what neither of you expected was to be this close in such a short amount of time. 

Sure, yours and his friends had played around with the idea way back when you two would tell each other to go to hell through the walls or leave passive aggressive notes on each other’s doors. But right now that manifestation was becoming a reality and neither knew how to handle it. 

While Jaemin did his best to ignore it and act aloof, you stayed up listening to music that you knew he’d like just to contemplate what things had come to. 

So because of that here you were sat on the cold bleachers while falling asleep midway through Sunwoo’s match. The game was as interesting as it could be but given none of the teams had scored, it pushed you to boredom. Not even a lil brawl was going on for your entertainment.

You felt bad for it of course. This was Sunwoo’s big break. If he performed well, there was a chance he’d get called up for the national team. Whether it was a higher subdivision than what he currently was in or the main lineup, it was still a great opportunity for him. 

There was also word of scouting agents coming around and he had begged the universe that he’d get scouted for bigger leagues soon. He wasn’t old but he also knew many European teams had opted for players younger than him and he wanted his time. He needed this. 

So as sleepy as you were, you’d support him. 

You’d never think of saying this in the past but you were glad Jaemin was right beside you. If it wasn’t for his constant check ups to see if you were okay and even getting you some energy boosters, you’d probably be knocked out laying on the hard bleacher.

“How late did you stay up? Your team lost, no reason to celebrate.” Jaemin teased, a bright smile on his pretty face. 

What? No there’s no way that crossed your mind. 

Shooting him a sharp glare, “Ha ha, very funny.” You rolled your eyes, shifting closer to him unconsciously. Yes, Pachuca had lost against Tigres but that wasn’t your problem — not when you only watched it for your boyfriends in each team — your problem was something or at least someone else that you didn’t want to mention right now. 

“I couldn’t go to sleep, I think you’re a bad influence on me.” Damn, damn, damn! This is what you were trying to avoid but your mouth always had to act before your brain. 

“Me? How so?” He shifts to look at you, some teasing laced in his words. “Forget about it.” If you spoke further more you feared your mouth would just tell him. But he was as stubborn as you. 

Laughing, he knocks his shoulder against yours playfully, both your hands only millimeters away from each others. “Thinking about me? You can admit it.” 

And fuck him! Fuck him for being able to read minds! Lord, only you know how much yn wants to scream right now— the Lord and Amilah of course. The older of the bunch watched both of you from the side, smiling giddish at the romance that she knew would soon blossom. 

Spring was right around the corner after all. 

“You have a week to pay me, I beat you to it!” She whispers to her husband, smiling widely as he rolls his eyes. “We said if they started to date, they’re not there yet.” He rebuttals but she simply shrugs. 

Shoving his shoulder teasingly, Jaemin laughs at your actions. “Oh you’re so full of yourself, not everything is about you.” You scoff, turning your head to ignore him. 

Jaemin couldn’t contain his amused laughter. “You’re making it about me, yn.” The way your name rolled off his tongue made your head turn. You didn’t want to show it but it sure made you feel nice and warm. 

“I— yo— ooh, you irk me so much!” Your hands lifted exasperatedly, not knowing what to do in the situation while he continued to tease you. His eyebrows knitted, mouth ajar to release his laughter a bit louder. 

“I didn’t do anything, what?” He speaks but as he was to continue his teasing, the screams of the contrary bleachers and referee caught his attention. 

The faint words of ‘ball!’ and ‘watch out!’ made his reflex skyrocket when he watched the ball hurling to either of you but mostly you. So out of instinct; Jaemin moved aside pulling you with him. 

When the ball was to hit your head, it had simply gone over and bounced between seats ending up getting stuck between the empty spaces. That was it for the ball but what mattered most was that he had you close to his chest. Arms wrapped around your body and hands covering your head. 

His heart was beating harshly against your ear. He seemed most scared than you. If anything you were confused as to why he had done that. Was it not for Jeno who had jumped from his position to sit beside you and frantically question if you were okay, asking if the ball had grazed you even a tad bit.

When your friend had done so, Jaemin’s grip began to loosen on you but you hadn’t left your position. Opting to nod slowly to process it all but finding comfort in the way Jaemin’s toned chest felt beneath you. 

“Are you— um, are you, okay?” Jaemin asks, looking down at you. It was then that it settled you hadn’t separated from him. 

“Yeah… yeah, sorry.” You reply, smoothening your hair in the process of giving him an awkward smile. “Good, good…” he looks around, noticing Sunwoo’s stare but the boy didn’t port that jealous glare. Instead he had a smile on his face, nodding his way before getting back to the game. 

“I’m going to go get a drink… want anything?” He asks to which you shake your head, letting him go peacefully. 

“Jaemin and yn sitting in a tree—“

“K. I. S. S. I. N. G…”

Your friends began their taunting causing for you to bury your face in your hands. God, they could embarrass you with just anything. Even Jeno joined in. 

“You guys suck.” A whine leaves your lips, scooting closer to bury your face in Winter’s lap. While watching the match she soothed your hair, shushing you. 

“I think it’s cute. Like a reflex to get you out of danger.” She finally spoke, tearing her eyes away from the pitch. You look up at her, your eyes betraying you and showing her that hopeful shine. 

Jeno had gone back to his seat besides Hyuck, both turning to look at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. You stayed there for a good while.” Haechannie chuckled, showing you his pretty wide smile. 

You couldn’t help but return it, of course without burying your face back in Winter’s lap. “He was warm…” your muffled voice made the others either smile, giggle, or look at each other knowing what this could lead to. 

“But I don’t want to make anything out of it. What if he’s only doing it to get this thing with Johanna over with? I think it’s best we leave it like this.” 

Your heavy sigh once separating from Winter made their smiles disappear. They couldn’t believe you weren’t able to see what they all did. Even before you two started all this, Jaemin would do nice things for you. 

He’d water your plants from his own balcony, sweep your entrance, at a point he even washed your welcome mat but you never noticed because he made sure of it. Many of this times your friends had caught him but they didn’t say anything per request from him. Using the excuse that he wanted things to look presentable.

In times you thought Minino was spending time with Mark, he was actually with Jaemin. Taking care and feeding him so he could spend time with Dooie when she didn’t get treatment. And even when you thought he didn’t like the poor kitty, he always felt horrible knowing he was sad on days Dooie wasn’t allowed any animal visits. 

Jaemin has always looked out for you. He rather just do it in his own silent way. So let’s continue keeping it that way. 

He himself felt odd about the situation. Instead of getting a drink he had gone to the restroom, calling Mark with shaky hands.

“What’s up?” “Dude, I just—“ “Ah gotcha! Trolled you! Nah just leave a message I’m probably teaching or something and if this is Jaemin, don’t worry. Dooie is home... I think.”

Jaemin facepalmed, laughing in distressed. “This fucking idiot.” He groaned, hanging up what he thought was a call. Worst thing is he always falls for it.

Now here he was, with a shaky voice and shaky hands with no one to talk to but himself. 

As stupid as he thought it would be, he looked around to check if no one was in the stalls. When he decreed it was safe, he sighed. Leaning against the sink and looking himself directly in the mirror.

He opened his mouth to let out his words but they were stopped. Jaemin really couldn’t express what he felt. He was aware that it was more than a friendship. It has been ever since that winter or 21’ when he saw you wearing his sweater that you had thought was Mark’s.

That familiar mint hoodie that had disappeared months prior and was now on you. He thought it looked nice on you, at least better than on him but when you caught him staring, you had taken it off. Giving it to him to give to Mark and thank him for letting you use his sweater.

Right, you were under the impression it was Mark's because if it was his, you would’ve never worn it. 

But that was nearly two years ago because just last night you had worn his angel kitty hoodie without any hesitation. Things really do change just like that. 

Jaemin felt foolish but also giddy. He hated how things started but he was glad his silence all these years about his growing affection had been kept to himself. At least now something was coming out of it.

The game had finished not long after, Sunwoo had assisted the only goal his team had scored. But the bright side was that the other team hadn’t scored and this was done with only three minutes before it ended, bringing great joy to everyone who cheered for them.

Sunwoo had gone to celebrate with his team, messaging you all while whining about not being able to celebrate with you guys but everyone reassured him it was fine. He deserved to have this win.

So after having dinner with everyone and Jaemin, the two of you had finally found yourselves back at his place. Lounging around in his room. 

His room.

Your walkman had long been destroyed by the paws of Minino that had found it fun to chew on the plastic. He had loved it enough that anytime it was up on a surface he’d make sure to drop it to the floor and all that was left was scattered pieces. 

So when Jaemin told you he had a boombox with a cassette player feature, you had rushed to get your box of cassettes while he searched his own boxes to fish it out. By now he sat on the foot of his bed, listening intently to the album you had raved upon.

Well you raved about the band but regardless he really liked this song. In a specific way it fit the situation you two were in and he liked that.

Even when not thinking about it, everything tied you together.

While he did that, he had given you free range of looking through his vinyls. Carefully picking them and placing them back down. You didn’t know much about those or how to care for them but you sure liked seeing his perfectly lined collection.  

What you liked most was seeing the different artists. He had soundtracks, folk, pop, house, techno, and just any genre you could think about. Hell, put their songs in a playlist and anyone would probably get whiplash from listen to Carpenters' superstar one second just to have System of the Down's u-fig playing right after.

An amused laugh escapes at the mental image, something he caught on. “Did you find anything you like?” He asks, pushing back one side of the headphones. 

“How did you find the Peperina album? I’ve searched forever but it’s always so expensive and I'm looking looking into cds.” You took a spot besides him, leaning in to hear what song he was listening to now.

“You like this one, huh?” He nods, a smile forming on his lips. “Mark found it in a garage sale. He said it looked old and weird so I probably would like it.” You laugh at his words, head hung low but when you lifted it, you took in that he hadn’t stopped looking at you.

Beginning to feel nervous, you shake it off, playing with your hands instead before reaching for your box of cassettes. “Let me find a deck and I’ll make you a mixtape.” 

“You can just make a playlist.” “What’s special about that?”

A smile spread wide on his face, full body turning to you and leaving the boombox beside him. “You think I’m special?” He teased with some pure curiosity and hope in him. 

He had caught you off guard but it was your words so what could any one expect? “I— I mean, um…” You didn’t want to say no or act like you had earlier because in a way you wanted to say yes. Your ego and the way he made you feel were just clashing against each other. 

You didn’t get to elaborate. By the time any words tried coming out, there was a knock on Jaemin’s door followed by Mark opening it and showing he was only wearing a towel. One covering his whole body and another his head. 

“I can’t find Dooie’s medicine. It’s 11 already— Oh shit.” He had finally paid attention to what was going on.  He hadn’t noticed all this time you had been in the apartment. He would’ve felt shame for how he looked but if anything he was giddy about you being in Jaemin’s room. 

“Never mind then, I’ll leave you guys to it.” He giggles, springing out the room with childish laughter as he made his way to his own bedroom. 

Jaemin looked from the doorframe to you, received with an amused smile. “I guess it is kind of late,” You stand from your spot, him following suit. “‘I’ll see you later, okay?” He nods, removing the headphones fully. 

Just as he was going to take out the cassette, your hands stop his. They were warm, enveloping your fingers against his cold hands. Unconsciously you squeeze them trying to give him some warmth.

“Keep it until I make you the mixtape.” Your smile made his chest feel like it had that morning and his hands soon began to shake softly. 

“Thanks… I’ll see you out.” “We live next to each other, Jaemin.” 

A soft giggle, enough to ease his nerves. Just like his pretty smile eased yours. 

But it didn’t matter to him, he had walked with you all the way to your door and even played with Minino for a bit when he bolted out to rub against his leg.

Purring and crying against his touch, you lifted the cat for Jaemin to grab. Immediately he was received with kitten licks to his fingers and soft bites. Sniffing his lover on Jaemin’s clothes and snuggling further more in his arms.

If you stayed there any longer seeing how much your cat loved him, you’d probably end up doing something stupid. You didn’t want to do anything stupid, this friendship was building and you didn’t want things to move too fast. At least that’s what you’re fooling yourself into thinking.

“Goodnight, I still have to give Dooie her medicine.” He reluctantly speaks, petting Minino one last time and rubbing his cheek against the cat’s fur. 

“And good night to you, especially.” He speaks in a baby voice, earning a meow from your child. Unbelievable, you were jealous of your cat.

Handing you the cat, Jaemin flashes you one last smile waiting for you to get in. “Goodnight, Nana.” And so his heart felt like it had exploded with the nickname. His smile widened and his eyes trembled in joy. He couldn’t form words but he nodded. 

Nana sounded great coming from you.

‘Y desde entonces hasta ahora, el juego del amor nos tuvo tres años jugando. Luego nos separó, pero la fuerza del destino nos hizo repetir. Que si el invierno viene frío, quiero estar junto a ti.' [1]

[1] And from then to now, the game of love kept us playing for three years. But the force of fate made us try again cause if it's going to be a cold winter, I want to be by your side.

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[mayumiiyuu]

ok i know i just requested something yesterday, BUT I HAVE A REALLY GOOD SONG FIC IDEA - steve harrington x reader and the song is you belong with me by taylor swift where steve’s dating a cheerleader and the reader and him have been best friend’s since forever but the reader has had a huge crush on him, I THINK IT’D BE SO CUTE

s. harrington || you belong with me

A/N: my personal thanks to u and our lord and savior, source of all my inspiration: ms. taylor alison swift

The day you met Steve Harrington was one you couldn’t quite remember, granted the two of you had been in kindergarten then. Your mother loves to recount the story on your birthdays, how he had stolen your favorite crayons and you retaliated by flicking your mashed potatoes at him. Eventually, you both made up and bonded over finger painting, and you both had been inseparable since.

Even through the awkward years of pre pubescent middle school kids to the more intimidating environment that was high school, you both had managed to remain as good friends, best friends, that was, when Steve wasn't out with his other more well known friends.

Of course you saw it coming, even from miles away, as you and Steve first set foot on the High School campus, you knew deep down that he would be swept away by the popular crowd, because even you had to admit that he was charming, the fact that he had perfect hair only ever boosted his reputation.

Passing notes and always spending you lunches together turned into short 'hi's' and 'hello's' as you passed each other by in the hallways, every time Steve and you had managed to snatch some alone time to talk, somehow one of his friends always managed to barge in, dragging Steve away with him.

Despite how dejected you felt whenever he was taken away from you, you let him go each time. It wasn't as if you were together anyway, you and Steve? The king of Hawkins High with some band geek nobody? Not a chance.

After years of being friends with the Steve Harrington, absolute heartthrob of the school, could anyone truly blame you if you told them you'd had a crush on him since the fourth grade?

For years you had buried whatever feelings you had for him deep inside you, locked up in a dungeon of your own creation along with all your dreams of becoming a ballerina or astronaut.

You convinced yourself it was never going to happen, especially now that he was currently dating the captain of the cheerleading team who also happened to be one of your biggest bullies, none other than the queen of hell herself: Heather McNamara.

You told yourself it was natural, predictable even. She was pretty, she was popular, she was actually a really talented cheer leader, and she made him smile--despite how she tormented you, you tried to force down the bile that crawled up your throat whenever you saw his arm slung around her shoulder, the little kisses she would throw him while she did her cheer routines as he played basketball, while you were the one stuck on the bleachers.

Curse the stupid made up hierarchy that was high school.

Although you and Steve seemed to be drifting apart while at school, that wasn't the case at all outside of class. Sometimes, every after school when you didn't have band practice and Steve didn't have whatever sports practice he was into at the time, you would both spend afternoon until night driving around Hawkins, with music turned up and the windows down as you two yelled out the lyrics to your favorite songs.

Those were the moments you liked most, where you could be you, and he could be the Steve you always knew him to be.

Then he'd drive you both home, which was easy, considering the fact that your houses were right next to each other, with his bedroom window only a few feet away from yours. When you were little, to avoid waking any of your parents up, you and Steve would communicate with big pads of paper, chatting through writing way past your bedtime.

You smiled at that memory.

"And then Heather said 'I'll bring my own cassette tapes next time,' like, um, what? Y'know, if she didn't like my music she could've just said that and I would've turned it off, I don't know why she had to be so passive aggressive about it, and her tone was just--"

You furrow your brows and shake your head. "Dude, if that annoyed you so much why don't you just talk to her about it?"

Steve groans. "That's the thing! Whenever I try to talk to her about something that's bothering me that she does, she always twists my words and make it so that I'm the villain! I mean-- that's not fair!"

You huff, giving him an incredulous look. "If it's like that every time you confront her for stuff that she does to make you feel bad, why are you still with her then?"

"Because!" Steve starts, shrugging. "I don't know, I think I might really like her, she could be the one, y'know."

You let out a fake barfing noise. "Gross, keep that sentimentality away from me please."

"You know, I think you'd have a better understanding if you were in the same situation." He says before turning the steering wheel down towards the park you were supposed to be going to.

You scoff, turning in your seat to face him. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean," Steve inhales before blowing out of his mouth. "You've been single for like, the longest time, (y/n), you sure there aren't any cute band geeks you're hanging out with?"

"As if I'd ever want to be all mushy gushy with someone like that." You roll your eyes for what seemed to be the tenth time during this car ride. "Like 'oh babe how are you, I missed you so much', 'oh baby I missed you too'." You tease, mimicking Steve's deep voice and Heather’s high pitched one as you say those words, right before putting your fingers together and making your hands kiss while imitating kissing noises.

"Hey! Stop that." Steve whines, slapping your hands down as you giggle.

"Now I get why no one wants to date you." He murmurs, but you hear his words perfectly, causing you to punch him square on the bicep.

"Ow! Hey, I was just joking, alright? You're great, (y/n), I'm sure you'll find someone soon."

"Last time I checked, Harrington, I don't need to date anyone simply in order to boost my popularity, okay?" You retaliate, crossing your arms.

"Ouch, (y/n), you make me seem so vain." Steve places a hand over his heart to feign hurt.

You laugh sarcastically before looking at him while batting your lashes. "Glad you noticed."

He rolls his eyes at you, nudging your forehead with his fingers and you laugh.

You'll find someone someday, his words echo in your mind.

But as you watch him laugh and smile with joy as he turns up the volume to his favorite song with the afternoon sun pouring through the car window to illuminate his face in gold, you didn't need to look any further.

Because you had already found someone.

...

It was a typical Tuesday night, your current favorite song blasting through your speakers as you read a book that you needed to understand for class. Unable to even remotely understand the author's words in their 19th century grammar, you let your mind wander as you stared at the page.

Prom was coming soon, and there was no doubt in your mind that Steve would be crowned prom king, along with his snooty little girlfriend.

You sigh, shutting the book. You spot Steve in his room from the view you had into his bedroom window, he was pacing around the room, the phone wire getting caught in his chair before he yanked it out.

You didn't know exactly what was going on, but you saw his animated hand gestures, the frustration on his face as he ran his hand through his hair.

With your eyebrows knitted together, you get off your bed, making your way towards your window. Steve finally slams the phone down, his face tinged with red from all the yelling he had done. He catches your eye, and you give him a concerned look through your window. He quirks his eyebrows, shrugs, and shakes his head.

Swiftly, you grab the big sketchbook that you usually reserved for your art classes, writing a message to him in big black letters with your sharpie.

He looks at you with confusion as you scribble down your message, his eyebrows turning upwards as he realizes what you were doing.

'Are you okay?' It read.

He grabs his own pad of paper, the yellow pad he was supposed to use to take notes in, scrawling his own message in black marker.

'Not really.' He replied.

You shoot him a frown.

'What happened?'

He shakes his head, sighing, before turning the pad of paper towards you, revealing his message.

'We had a fight again :('

The sad face he doodled almost makes you laugh. He was still the same dorky Steve under that popular mask he wore after all.

'Sorry about that'

He comes closer towards his window, opening up the latch to slide the window pane upwards.

"You wanna go for a walk?" He calls out.

You smile, opening up your own window. "Sure."

...

You sneak your way into the kitchen and out the back door, memories of doing the same sneaking out as kids when either of you were grounded replay in your mind.

You carefully unlatch the gate to his backyard, making sure there would be no noise to alert anyone, tiptoeing your way up the back porch until you stood at his own back door, waiting.

"Hey." He greets, eyes not meeting yours.

"Hey," You smile. "Everything okay?"

He makes his way past you, shaking his head while you follow him.

"No, not really."

"What happened?"

"She," He hesitates, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "She broke up with me."

You feel bad for him, you do, but if that meant him finally being free of a toxic relationship, you couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Oh." Is all you manage to say.

"But I'm gonna get her back." He says with conviction, nodding his head as his eyes looked far away into the horizon, as if he was imagining the ways he would somehow win her back.

You furrow your eyebrows and scoff, which catches his attention and snaps him out of his daydream.

"What?" He says, bewildered and confused by your reaction.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No? I'm serious, I'm gonna win her back, just wait and see."

You roll your eyes, incredulous at his response.

"Why? You don't even like her that much!"

"How could you even know that? You don't know me!" He cries out, emphasizing his words with wild hand gestures.

"That's another thing you're wrong about, Steve, I do know you, and I know that you're making one of the biggest mistakes in your life." You say the last few words with a hint of cynical laughter in your voice.

"Where the hell is this even coming from, (y/n)? I really like this chick, what more is there to it?"

"Oh so you 'really like this chick' but you just so happen to complain about her all the time?"

Steve stammers for a moment. "Love's complicated like that, I don't know, I just know that I need to take her to prom too--"

"Oh so that's it!" You exclaim sarcastically, moving your hands into wild gestures of their own. "Steve, the king of Hawkins High, is afraid to go to prom without a date."

"Yeah, well, at least I actually have the chance to have a date on my arm, not sure I can say the same thing about you, can I?" He seethes.

You squint your eyes at him in disbelief. "You're seriously bringing that up right now?"

He shrugged. "I figured that since you were such an expert about love you'd be in a relationship oh no wait," Steve points at you. "You're not."

You let out a laugh devoid of any joy. "At least I don't go out with people who aren't good for me for the sake of keeping my social status." You reply, words dripping with poison.

"Yeah well, at least people know me. I mean, who even are you at school besides the band geek who follows Steve Harrington around like a lost little puppy?"

You lick your lips, resolve faltering. "Is that really what you think of me?"

Steve sucks in a breath, closing his eyes as he rubs them, then shakes his head. "No, no, (y/n), I--"

"You know what? Fine, I'll stop following you around like a lost puppy. As far as I know, you're on your own, Harrington." You say, anger bubbling in your veins as you stomp away from him.

You don't even notice the look of regret in his eyes as you turn your back.

...

It had been a week since you last stopped talking to Steve, avoiding him at all costs whenever you were at school, closing the curtains to your window to make your one message very clear: Don't talk to me.

Sometimes you wondered what happened to the two of you. You two used to be like two peas in a pod, he told you everything there was to know about him, his entire life story.

Steve felt nothing but guilt as you brushed past him in the hallways, barely even sparing him a glance. He remembers those days where the two of you would sneak out to go on walks, or 'nightly adventures' as you two used to call it growing up. He recounts the moments he'd spend with you, sharing secrets, hopes, and dreams under the stars. He had told you everything there was to him. Steve was stubborn, but he knew you were right; you did know him, down to the very specs of stardust in his bones. He had told you his life story, but he forgot to mention all the chapters you had always been a part of.

...

Prom was only a day away now.

As much as you brushed your friends' invitations off, you couldn't ignore the endless pestering of your mother.

"Oh, come on, (y/n), it's your high school prom! I remember how fun my little proms were, come on, sweetheart, you need some sort of grand moment in your life to commemorate your high school days! Pleaasee." She had begged and pleaded with you.

Finally, after more pestering and nagging, you relented.

So now here you were, walking your way towards the gym after your mother had dropped you off, snapping an endless supply of pictures of you on her polaroid, gushing about how stunning you looked.

Before you left the house, you had caught your reflection in one of the mirrors by the living room, and, as vain as it was, you had to admit that you looked good.

Your hair was meticulously styled courtesy of your mother, makeup brushed on to highlight your best features, that, along with the elegant dress of your favorite color you and your mother had chosen paired with the matching jewelry made you feel the best about your appearance for the longest time.

You walked into the gym, decorated with various balloons and streamers, your mouth widening into a smile as you caught one of your friends from band. You ran over to them as best as you could with the strappy heels you wore, tackling one of them in a hug.

As you laughed and drank punch with your friends, your eyes caught a glimpse of none other than Steve 'the hair' Harrington. He glances towards your direction and you two make eye contact, which you immediately break as you turn to your friends.

"So, you guys see anyone cute yet?" You say.

"Uh, duh, Steve Harrington is literally standing right there." Your friend replies, quirking an eyebrow.

"Actually, he's walking towards us now." Your other friend says as she fixes her hair.

You bite your lip, sure, you weren't mad at him anymore, but you were still a little annoyed. Ever the prideful one, you only looked down at your drink as Steve approached you.

He waved to your friends, sending them a small smile before he turned to you.

"(y/n), can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" You casually shift your eyesight to the side, intent on not even making eye contact with him. While he was the pretty one in the friendship, you were most definitely the petty one.

He rolls his eyes at you and sighs. "Look, I know you're probably still annoyed at me, and I'm sorry, but can we please just talk? You and me?"

You close your eyes, letting out a breath, before you look at him. "Fine."

He grins, finally, you were talking to him. He leads you away from your friends and to the dance floor.

You quirk your eyebrow at him. "Steve, where are we--"

"Come on, (y/n), dance with me." He holds out his hand towards you.

Memories of you pining for him for years envelop your heart, and you just couldn't tell him no, not with those sweet, pleading eyes of his.

You take his hand, and as if on cue, a slow song starts to play.

Before you know it, you had your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands at your waist. Your heart thumped against your chest, still, you tried your best to play it cool. After all, the two of you were completely platonic, And, much to your dismay, nothing could ever change that.

"You were right." He says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"About Heather," He says, looking into your eyes earnestly. "She and I.. we just weren't right for each other."

"Oh, um, okay." Is all you can manage to say as you felt your cheeks flush pink when you caught his gaze flickering towards your lips.

"I've spent my entire life chasing after things, people, because I guess being popular and liked by a lot of people made me feel wanted, loved." He laments, gazing at your features with affection.

You let out a soft chuckle in an attempt to ease your nerves. Throughout your entire life of knowing Steve, you had never been so close to each other like this. "Glad you finally noticed."

He laughed, softly, before he licked his lips. "Guess I was too busy trying to impress the world that I forgot about the one person who I saw as my world."

When he looks at you like that, with that affectionate, kind look in his eyes, how could you ever stop your heart from melting?

"That person's you, by the way." He smiles, clearing up his words.

You squint your eyes at him, despite the smile that graced your lips.

"That was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard, Stevie."

He laughs, shaking his head. "It was worth a shot."

"What, did you spend like 30 minutes of your time practicing that line in front of your mirror or?" You teased.

He rolls his eyes playfully at you before leaning his forehead on yours.

"Can't get anything past you, can I?"

You beam at him, eyes crinkling as you smiled. "Never."

He laughs before he kisses you on both cheeks, then on your nose, then your forehead, until he reaches your lips. You practically melt into him as his soft lips move against yours, ever so gently, and you swear you could stay in this moment forever. Despite the sea of people around you, whispering and gossiping about the band geek and the king of Hawkins, all of that faded away as you swayed to the rhythm with Steve, your Steve, who you knew inside out, who knew you down to the tiny specs of stardust in your bones.

And nothing and no one could ever take that away from either of you.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ save it for later : eddie munson

summary : when caught sleeping in class, you're sent to the first detention you've ever had in your high school career. little do you know, a certain metalhead will make your punishment just a bit more bearable.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : cranking out these eddie fics at the speed of light oh my LORD my motivation to write for him is endless. anyway, meet cute with eddie type beat. if you're thinking of my fics as a series, this would technically be the beginning of it

song inspo is save it for later by the english beat :)

warnings : none! just eddie and reader being cute and silly.

this fic is spoiler free !!

a sudden rush of pain breaks you from a peaceful sleep as your head meets your hardwood desk with a loud smack. you groan as your sleepy eyes blink open, unaccustomed to the garish, fluorescent lighting of your english class. it's cold (Hawkins High is infamous for its poor heating) and you wish you could go back to sleep.

as you try and wake yourself up, you slowly start to realize how unusually silent everything is. no students are gossiping behind you, no papers rustling or loud chewing of gum. not even the teacher is speaking. 

this is also when you realize that the reason for this abnormal silence is because all the students in the class are staring at you. 

you raise your head fully (which you soon think to be a mistake), and your eyes meet the glare of your english teacher, Mrs. Bradley, her glasses poised just below her unamused stare. you flush suddenly, realizing what has happened. 

"well, (y/n), since you are so very clearly paying attention, would you mind telling us about a theme from The Great Gatsby?" she asks you, obviously setting you up for failure. you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. 

"I-I don't really-" you attempt, but she cuts you off with a disappointed shake of her head, accompanied by a sigh. 

you sink into your chair as you feel your cheeks and the back of your neck burn with embarrassment, and the students around you chuckle. you wish to become one with the carpeted floor, you think to yourself, a little piece of lint, perhaps. 

you don't pay any more attention to the rest of the lecture as Mrs. Bradley directs her tyranny on other fellow classmates of yours, but you are soon freed from suffering as the bell rings. you collect your books and backpack and are only a few moments away from getting up out of your desk, but the vision of a bright pink paper being placed in front of you breaks your hopeful illusion of respite. 

you stare down at it and say nothing. you're eyes do not meet Mrs. Bradley's. 

"(y/n), this is the third time you've fallen asleep in class this semester," she states rather condescendingly, as if you don't already know. "I'm sorry, but this behavior will not be tolerated. you will be in Mr. Robinson's room for detention after school." 

you are silent and the only student left in the room. your don't dare to touch the detention slip, and Mrs. Bradley has to remind you to leave for lunch after you've sat idle for two whole minutes. 

you crumple it up and stuff it in your pocket as you stride down the hallway. you want to light it on fire, or maybe bury it in the forest behind the school, but you don't have a lighter, or know anyone with quick access to a shovel.

you sit in your spot underneath the bleachers in the empty Hawkins High gymnasium and think for a long while about everything that's happened. a part of you feels like dying, this being the first detention you've ever gotten in the history of, well, ever, and you're worried about what your mother will think. you plan on possibly leaving it unmentioned and seeing what happens (the Hawkins administration was known for rarely contacting parents). and besides, it wasn't your fault that you had been spending the last three months listening to records and watching MTV until four in the morning. you only had so long to be a teenager, and doing those things was far more important to you than Mrs. Bradley's english class.

but, that isn't to say that you don't care about your grades, because you do. you aren't a star student, probably not valedictorian material, but you'd like to think that you're decently smart. you don't want to flunk her class, no matter how boring it may be. 

you sigh and rest your head on the back of the bleachers. even if detention was only an hour long, you know that it's an hour of your life that you'll never get back. 

eventually, the end of the day comes around and the final bell feels more like it's laughing at you rather than allowing you to go home. you take your time walking to your locker, collecting all your belongings while also mentally preparing yourself for impending doom. who else would be in detention with you? surely all of the school delinquents, who you were not excited to see. you fully expected to leave school with gum stuck in your hair. 

you clutch your backpack tightly as you make your way to Mr. Robinson's room. the hallways are eerily empty, it being a wednesday afternoon where everyone has gone home already, and your heart jumps in your chest when your eyes land on the door to Mr. Robinson's room. 

you stand in front of the door for a long while, hand hovering over the doorknob as you remind yourself to take slow, deep breaths. it'll be fine, you tell yourself, it's just one detention. how bad could it be? 

you inhale sharply and open the door as quietly as possible. to your surprise, you are met with a very empty classroom, besides one person sitting at a desk in the middle of the room. 

you squint and you think that you recognize him. you've seen that head of frizzy hair before, and that ratty old baseball tee with the words "HELLFIRE CLUB" printed on it, but you aren't completely sure since there is a single piece of loose-leaf notebook paper draped across his face, obscuring his features from view. weird, you think to yourself, but okay. 

"oh, I see we have a newcomer," Mr. Robinson's words distract you from staring at the brown haired boy. you blink at him and say nothing, watching as his eyes scan the roster in his hands. "hmm, (y/n)?" 

you nod and his eyes look out at the room. you stifle a laugh at how the sunlight bounces off his bald head. he gestures to a seat next to the boy you had been staring at before. 

"how about you sit next to Mr. Munson. then I can keep an eye on you both," he suggests, and you follow his request. you cautiously walk over to the desk and sit down. the chair makes a loud creaking noise and you cringe.

Mr. Robinson relays some of the basic rules of detention (no talking, no doing homework, no reading, no drawing, no gum chewing, etc.) but you don't really hear him. you're too busy trying to come up with an excuse to tell your mother as to why you had gotten home late. 

you take a glance at the boy next to you and watch as he attempts to blow the piece of paper off of his face, emphasis on attempts. you bite back a smile as it slides off suddenly, revealing his face.

if Mr. Robinson's words didn't tell you enough, this definitely was the Eddie Munson. 

his features contort into an expression of annoyance as he looks at the paper that's now on the floor, until he locks eyes with you. you blush, startled by his sudden, curious gaze. he blinks at you, and then grins. it dazzles you momentarily.

"hi," he mouths. you tuck a piece of hair behind your hair and smile at him, not daring to reply. you're slightly frightened; you've heard the rumors about him.

but the longer you look at him for, he's more handsome than you thought. you have only seen him at a distance, from his frequent speeches from the tops of lunch tables in the cafeteria, but now you have come to realize how good-looking he truly was. his hair is messy and unkempt, rings adorning several of his fingers and multiple pins stuck haphazardly onto his denim vest; all giving him a very boyish, rough sort of look. 

but his eyes, oh, that changed everything. they're big and brown and beautiful, almost puppy-like. you're starting to think that he's the most adorable thing you've ever seen, as well as being just plain handsome.

you watch as he carefully picks the paper off of the floor, digging around in his pocket for a long moment. he pulls out a heavily chewed on pencil and scribbles something down on the page, then, as his large, brown eyes glance from you to Mr. Robinson, places it on your desk.

with shaking hands you take it, and Eddie watches you with a hopeful expression on his face. you look down at the paper. 

"hi," it reads in barely legible handwriting, "I'm Eddie." 

you smile a little and look over at him, and he sticks his tongue out at you. you roll your eyes and carefully pull out your own pencil, writing down your name. as discreetly as you can, you pass it back to the frizzy haired boy. his eyes scan it quickly and he writes down something else, sliding it over to you once again. 

"first time?" it reads. you write a quick yes, unfortunately and hand it back to him. he looks at you with a funny expression for a moment and then goes back to writing. you worry that Mr. Robinson will hear the sound of his pencil lead scratching against the paper. Eddie returns it to you.

"what are you in for?" it says. "destruction of property? vandalism? murder???" 

murder is underlined three times and you grin fondly while writing that you were being punished for sleeping in class.

Eddie takes the paper, scribbles something once again, and places it on your desk.

"quite the offense," he wrote. you look at him with a knowing gaze and write that you felt that Mrs. Bradley was just being as authoritarian as always. you also decide to add a little drawing of her, complete with her greasy, permed hair and bright red glasses.

you pass it back to Eddie and a wide smile breaks out onto his handsome face, clearly pleased with your drawing. he chuckles silently as you watch him think for a moment, pencil tapping against his desk, and he suddenly starts scribbling again. after a few long moments, he gives you back the paper without a sound. 

it doesn't say anything, but you notice that he's added little devil horns and a tail to your crude doodle. you laugh silently and draw her so she's clutching a pitchfork.

this exchange goes on for a few minutes, you and Eddie adding to your drawing. it gets worse and worse until you have to tell yourself to stop, unless you want to run the risk of bursting into laughter.

Eddie keeps looking at you and you keep looking at him. something about the way his eyes stare into your own makes your heart skip a beat. you don't think you've felt this way about anyone before. you aren't sure if this is your heart being excited at the possibility of making a friend, or something more.

but regardless, it would be good to make a friend. at least one.

instead of drawing anything else offensive, you write something down about how you've seen Eddie around before and ask for his class schedule, but he doesn't get very much time to read it before Mr. Robinson stands up suddenly. 

"Mr. Munson, what do you think you're doing?" he asks. Eddie's wide eyes shoot up to meet the bald man's gaze. he shrugs dumbly.

"writing lines, obviously," he says, putting his hand on his heart, "I promise to never ever threaten to punch Jason or any other imbecile- sorry I mean jock, even if they hit me in the back of the head with their stupid basketball and also rightfully deserve it." 

Mr. Robinson isn't pleased with his answer. "give the paper to me, please," he says as he holds out a hand. 

Eddie looks from him, to the paper, then to you. he raises his eyebrows in your direction flirtatiously and you wonder what is going on inside his head. his gaze is then drawn to the open window, and with seemingly all the force in his body, he crumples up the paper and throws it out the window. 

his eyes return to Mr. Robinson's astonished face and he smiles devilishly. 

"oops. my hand slipped." 

something that sounds like a snort leaves your mouth involuntarily. you cover your mouth with your hand and Mr. Robinson's head snaps to look at you. so does Eddie's.

"is something funny, (y/n)?" Mr. Robinson scowls.

"n-no sir. of course not," you shake your head profusely and he slowly sits down, covering his face with his hands. 

on instinct, you turn to face Eddie and find him already looking at you, grinning brightly. you return the smile with your own and watch as he leans back into his chair, his eyes wandering over your figure. he seems to be examining you. 

you flush and avert your gaze to the ground. you had never been in a situation like this before, where someone had seemingly taken so much interest in you. it leaves you a little dumbfounded. 

you and Eddie exchange frequent glances for the rest of the hour. he seems to have a bit of a staring problem, and maybe you do too. occasionally his foot slides over to your own and he pokes your leg with one of his white shoes. once Mr. Robinson's timer goes off, he dismisses the two of you with a long sigh. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Eddie," he adds as the two of you are halfway out the door. Eddie shoots him finger guns and closes the door. 

"well that was fun," Eddie says, stopping in the middle of the hallway. it feels strange to be with him, just the two of you. you had never spoken to him prior to this moment. 

"you could say that…" you reply slowly. he starts walking and gestures to you to follow him. 

"sad I had to throw away that drawing of Mrs. Bradley," he looks at you expectantly. "you drew her perfectly. wanted to frame it."

chuckle and shake your head. "I hope nobody finds that. our names are on there."

"oh I wouldn't worry about it. nobody can read my handwriting anyway," he hums, "but you on the other hand..."

"geez, throwing me under the bus that quick, huh?" you scoff at his remark. he looks at you and smiles toothily.

"sure, since that means you'll probably get detention again."

it takes you a moment to process what he's saying and you blush when you finally understand. he stares at you with that charming smile and pretty eyes and your stomach can't help but fill with butterflies. you look at a row of lockers and fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater.

"so, first detention, huh?" he asks you, changing the subject. you nod. 

"yeah. I have no idea what I'm gonna tell my mom," you say, sighing. Eddie hums and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

"well, it's not like you were in for anything bad," he says. he then spins around to stand in front of you. 

"oh, I got it!" he exclaims. "just tell her you were hanging out with me!" 

you pause at his words and cock your head to the side. 

"uh, yeah, that would work really well, actually," you reply, becoming more adjusted to the idea the more you think about it. although you would have to tell your mother you were hanging out with the school's resident metalhead and D&D maniac, at least she would know that you had made a friend. 

"see? I'm full of great ideas," Eddie smirks at you. 

"too bad those great ideas don't get you out of detention," you tease, and he feigns an expression of deep offense at your words. he clutches his chest and you laugh loudly, the noise bouncing off the walls of the hallway. Eddie's heart flutters at the sound. 

perhaps that detention you had gotten worked more in your favor than you initially thought.

#ok this ones kinda long i hope ppl enjoy that lolz #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

[the-blue-wraith]

i fell in love with a war / astarion playlist

[listen at spotify]

i. creepin' - hayley williams / ii. minor feelings - rina sawayama / iii. heavy in your arms - florence + the machine / iv. a pearl - mitski / v. wake me - bleachers / vi. changing seasons - sea wolf / vii. sudden desire - hayley williams / viii. animal - neon trees / ix. deliverance - chvrches / x. holy (til you let me go) - rina sawayama / xi. who we are - hozier / xii. runnin' - adam lambert / xiii. biting down - lorde / xiv. touch - daughter / xv. killer - phoebe bridgers / xvi. heaven - mitski

#baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 playlist #astarion playlist #fanmix #playlist #myplaylists #i'm really nervous sharing this it's been like a year since i made a playlist edit

[minbin2000]

a day at the races (changbin)

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information

pov: gn!reader x changbin

series: the season of 1800 (skz royal au)

word count: 2,074

genre: fluff, romance, historical, royalty au, sfw

warnings: none

(all images from Pinterest!)

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navigation

| intro | minho | felix | seungmin | hyunjin | jisung | jeongin | chan |

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Horse races were not a popular sport in the country you came from. Sure, horses were used for transportation, either with a wagon or simply by riding on their backs; but racing? You had never heard of such a thing.

When Changbin, the Viscount of Hampden, showed up at the door to your family home with a bouquet of daisies and an invitation to the races, you could simply not decline. You had met Changbin briefly at the ball on the first night of the season. You remembered his cheery smile before you could think of his name when he knocked on your door a few days ago.

You grin at your reflection in the mirror. You are wearing a pale pink dress made of light fabrics that are well suited for the unusually warm day. The layers drape on your figure perfectly while allowing room for movement. You slip on a pair of fashionable white boots, similar to those of the equestrians you and Changbin will be seeing that day. You button up the countless buttons and lace the white strings through the loops, tightening them around the middle of your shins. Lastly, a maid hands you an extravagant, frilly hat. Its wide, lacy brim circles around your head, designed to shield your face from the sun. A small part of you thinks the hat is a little excessive, but you do have to admit that it compliments your dress perfectly.

Your pointed-toe boots click on the wooden floors of your family’s home as you make your way to the parlor. You sip on some water while waiting for Changbin to arrive. Only a few minutes after you had sat down, a soft knock on the door interrupted the quiet in the house. You jump a bit, excited and nervous for the day ahead. A butler opens the door and you hear Changbin introduce himself to the butler.

You walk to the foyer of your home, adjusting your large hat before coming into view. The Viscount smiles when he sees you; the bright smile you remember from the ball.

“My Lord,” you greet him politely, slightly bowing your head, making sure your hat doesn’t slip off your head.

“It is great to see you again, y/n,” he replies. “Shall we?” Changbin extends his muscular arm to you. You accept his gesture and walk down the stone path in your front yard to his carriage waiting in the road. A footman opens the door for you and Changbin. The Viscount holds your hand as he helps you into the carriage. You adjust your skirts as he climbs in after you. The footman closes the door and begins to steer the carriage in the direction of the races.

“Have you been to the races before?” Changbin asks, his voice chipper and full of excitement. You shake your head.

“We don’t have horse races in my country,” you tell him. His eyes widened a bit with curiosity.

“I’m sure you will enjoy it,” he replies. “My family has our best horse racing today. Personally, I think she can beat every other horse by a long shot.” He laughs, and you smile. You remember Changbin telling you about his family’s specialty in equestrian affairs.

“How long has your family owned race horses?”

“As long as we have been in Hampden. Centuries, at least,” he replies. You nod, astonished that he knows so much about his family’s background. “Oh, and look y/n! We are almost there,” Changbin says, beckoning for you to look out of his window. 

You lean over a bit, embarrassed to be in such close proximity to him when you have only spoken a few times prior. Outside of the window, you see pristine lines of white stables. Horses and their riders move around the area, warming up for the race. The carriage takes you and Changbin to the side of the track, which is surrounded by sets of bleachers. You giggle when you see the hats of some of the other patrons.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, smirking as he reaches his hand to you, helping you from his carriage.

“These hats,” you say, stepping onto the dry dirt. You pat the lace on the brim of your hat. “They are a little extravagant, don’t you think?” Changbin chuckles and looks around at the hats of the other attendees.

“Honestly, yes,” he whispers, leaning in closer to you. He eyes a woman who passes by wearing a bright yellow hat decorated with feathers. “Just wait until you see my mother’s,” he grins. You stifle a laugh, wondering just what this hat will look like.

Changbin loops his arm through yours and walks you down a dirt path. Many people greet him as he passes by. He kindly greets everyone, making jokes with some other young men his age about their bets on the horse that will win. He laughs at their jokes, his laugh sounding like a melody to your ears.

You stand by his side as he introduces you to his friends. Everyone welcomes you to their kingdom with kindness. You bow respectfully to each person you meet, unsure of the proper etiquette when greeting others in your father’s country.

Eventually, you and Changbin make your way to the tallest set of bleachers. He leads you to his family, who is sitting in a special, boxed area away from the other patrons. Your heart begins to beat rapidly, realizing that his family must get to sit in such a place for a reason. You feel unworthy of sitting in such luxurious seating on your first time at the races.

Changbin introduces to you his mother and father who excitedly welcome you to the races. You glance at Changbin with a knowing look after gawking at his mothers ruby red hat adorned with jewels, feathers, and various other decorations. He winks at you, and invites you to sit on a bench in front of his parents, next to his older sister and her husband.

You chat with his family as you wait for the races to begin. You find out that his family owns the arena and stables, which greatly impresses you. You tell them that you have never been to a horse race before, to which you are reassured that it is the most exciting sport one can attend.

Soon, the horses begin lining up at the starting line. Changbin explains every detail of the process to you. You nod and listen attentively, interested in learning more about the sport. His excitement makes you smile. You learn that Changbin himself trained Moonlight, the stunning, ivory-white horse that his family chose to compete for them. He answers the many questions you ask him about training her with detailed answers.

“Look to your right,” Changbin says at a pause in your conversation, discreetly pointing to the other side of you. You turn your head, feeling the weight of your hat on your head. Your eyes widen when you see the exquisitely dressed people sitting in another box similar to the one you are in. You snap your head back to Changbin.

“Is that the… royal family?” You sharply whisper, looking him in the eyes. He nods, grinning at someone on the other side of you. Your face pales when you realize how close you are sitting to them. You make sure not to move your eyes in the direction of the royal family, fearful of having to speak with them. Your mind reels with possibilities of the mistakes you could make in front of them.

Luckily, the races begin and distract you from your nervousness. The horses make a mad dash when the sound of a gunshot signals the beginning of the race. The patrons in the crowd cheer as their chosen horse runs past its competitors. Other patrons sigh in defeat when the horse they bet on falls behind. The horse Changbin’s family owns makes her way to the front of the line with swift leaps.

“Yes! Yes, Moonlight!” Changbin jumps out of his seat and cheers when she passes by a spotted horse. The jockey riding the horse tightly grips the reins as they round the tight corners of the track with precision. You find his excitement contagious and stand beside him, cheering on Moonlight. He claps his hands and turns to you, grinning from ear to ear. You return his kind smile, both of your eyes twinkling in the warm afternoon sunlight.

You begin to understand the inner workings of the horse races as you watch more competitions progress through the afternoon. You and Changbin animatedly talk through the races, placing friendly bets that you always end up losing. His family’s horse wins three more races, losing a fourth. Changbin smiles softly and shrugs.

“You can’t win everything,” he comments. You nod, exhausted from the long afternoon in the beating sun. “Would you like to see the stables?” he asks. You instantly perk up. 

“Yes, of course,” you accept. You bid goodbye to Changbin’s family and walk down the stairs of the bleachers. Changbin is congratulated by many people as you both make your way to the stables. You shield your eyes from the sun as you smile to the people who speak with him, recognizing many from the ball and those who introduced themselves to you earlier.

After pushing through the large crowd with Changbin, you finally arrive at one of the painted, white stables. He leads you into the stall at the end of the building, where you see Moonlight grazing on some hay. A stableboy is brushing through her long, white mane. Changbin greets him by name, and the stableboy hands the brush to him. You stand a distance away from the horse, a little frightened by her intense stare at you.

“Y/n?” Changbin says softly, continuing to brush the horse’s mane. “You can come and brush her, if you’d like.” He pushes a piece of dark, black hair from his face. You hesitate, but Changbin beckons you to come closer.

You step slowly, going to his side. He shows you how to gently brush Moonlight’s mane. You take the brush from him, your hands quivering as you nervously run the brush through her white hair. Moonlight whinneys in approval, making you yelp with surprise. Changbin bursts out laughing, and you shoot him a playful warning glance. He grins back at you as you begin to brush again. Your fear quickly dissipates as the soft movements of the brush cool your nerves. Changbin stands beside you, running another brush down the horses’ back to clean her fur.

After spending some time in the stables, you come to really like Moonlight. You feed her an apple from the palm of your hand, and you and Changbin giggle as she eats it in one bite. Though she scared you at first, you learn that Moonlight is very gentle. Changbin tells you she would never hurt a soul, which makes you smile, because you can see the same trait in him.

You wave goodbye to Moonlight as Changbin escorts you back to his carriage. You ride through the streets of the city along the river that cuts it in half. Changbin tells you about how he learned to ride horses, making you laugh with stories of how he consistently fell in his early days. He tells you how training Moonlight made her feel like one of his best friends. You had never realized what deep connections people could have with their horses, and Changbin’s obvious joy let you know that this was indeed true.

The carriage ride abruptly came to an end when you reached the front doors of your home. Though you were exhausted, you were sad that the day had come to an end. Changbin opened the carriage door and helped you down as you held your skirts.

“If there is another race again soon, I would love to attend with you again, Changbin,” you tell him, looking in his joyful gaze. He nods.

“And I would love to attend with you, y/n. Thank you for coming today,” he replies. You thank him again for inviting you and bid him farewell as he climbs into the carriage. With a happy heart, you enter your home and retire for the evening, still buzzing off the excitement of the horse races and your time spent with the Viscount.

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