#idk how many of you just move the lips to the lyrics

[imsilay]

LETHAL

NSFW! mdni, cw: possessive behavior, somnophilia, drugging, stalker!König, obsessive König (idk lmk if i forget anything)

word count: 1.5k

summary: he was picky and he picked you.

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art cr: Tava_tavatic on twt

You were doing the dishes as he was watching you from the apartment building next door which had a wonderful view of your bedroom and kitchen. He had seen enough to know many things about you and your life. You left your house at 10 AM every day and returned at 8 PM. You were a homebody, never wanting to leave your home aside from work and you only had your cat for company. You lived alone in a nice house and didn't often have friends over. He couldn't see any guys when your friends came by, meaning you were single, perfect.

He could even hear the music you were playing while doing the dishes. Your delicious-looking lips moved in time with the song, mumbling the lyrics. He couldn't tear his eyes off your lips. Focusing on them and imagining how they would taste. Perhaps blackberry? He had seen the lip balm you bought a few days before when you complained about how dry your lips were in the winter. Would you let him taste it and find out? Would you even look at him after discovering what he did?

His thoughts were cut off when you finished cleaning the dishes and embraced your cat, it was bed time. His gaze was glued on your back as you left the kitchen and disappeared into your living room, and then reappeared in your bedroom. He knew every part of your house. His heart raced when you put the cat down on your bed and then began removing your shirt revealing the curves of your body and the black bra he was stupidly fond of. He moved closer to the window without realizing it. Crossing his arms to stop the aching feeling to touch your smooth skin, his fingers dug into his arms when you finally tossed the shirt somewhere in your room, probably onto the chair, and then threw yourself onto your mattress.

Yawning and getting comfortable with your cat, it purred and get its place next to you. He wishes it was him… Curling next to you falling asleep with the warmth of your body. But it was impossible, cause he was just your sweet neighbor that you only had small chats, cause he was fucking massive and probably would take the majority of the space of your bed. You eventually fell asleep, he checked his watch. Just in time.

Well maybe it wasn’t that impossible…

He continued his observation for a few more minutes but he was unable to contain himself anymore. He had to be with you. He had to feel you, your body, your hair, the curve of your waist and hips. He wanted to touch your lips, but he was afraid that if he kissed you he would just get lost into them and fuck you there.

He shook his head and pulled himself out of his thoughts before they got dirtier. He grabbed the keys of his and your house and made his way to your apartment. After entering your home and closing the door behind himself, he took his sweet time to breathe in the smell. It was full of you, it made his head spin and heart race. This was his first time coming into your house when you’re there. You were so introverted and had barely any friends. You were living happily in your small world, that was until he came.

The man was over two meters and had on a strange looking mask. He immediately drew your attention because he just looked like some game characters you played. At first he was distant, cold. His icy-blue eyes were intimidating but somehow inviting. You were the first to start the conversation with him, asking about his work. You two became closer with time but it was never too friendly. He was just some neighbor you knew. But he wanted more. Much more.

So after many months of observation and gaining a lot of information about you, he managed to copy your keys. He would come into your house and feed your cat with treats making his presence known and loved. Unfortunately just with your cat. But now his dreams were coming true. He had given you some homemade cookies. And poor you accepted them without any suspicion and now you were on your bed, in a deep sleep, as he walked into your room. Your cat immediately noticed him.

But he was too mesmerized by your sleeping form on the bed that he was frozen in his place. The cat meowed loudly, drawing his attention to it, he gave it some treats he brought with him. Everything was planned. When the cat was out of the room and the door of your bedroom was locked, he walked to your bed. He was finally here. Right next to you as you slept beautifully. He swallowed thickly and sat on the bed. The bed made a squeaking noise with his weight.

You looked even more pretty this close. His gaze lingered on your face; his breath hitched when his gaze stopped on your lips. He reached out a hand and brushed the strands of hair off your face. He was so nervous that his hands were shaking when he touched your hair. It was as soft as he imagined it would be. He tucked your hair behind your ear; his fingers lingered on your jaw before stopping on your chin and tilting your head up just a little, just so he could see your face better. Your lips parted and a soft sigh escaped from your lips when he did; his heart skipped a beat.

You continued to sleep, without noticing the man's touch on your face, thanks to the cookies. His thumb caressed your lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit his lower lip. He was holding the urge to give into his feelings, to give in to his desires and take you just then, in that moment. But he had to be patient. He wanted your first time together to be special, like you deserved. But it was turning him on so much to see you in that vulnerable state. He just wanted to tore of your bra and see what’s underneath. Then move to your sleeping shorts and take them off along with your panties so he could eat you out until you cum or wake up. He wondered what your expression would look like.

But still… it was just his fantasies. It caused him pain physically. “Scheiße, Maus.” he mumbled with a sigh. He took of his mask with his still trembling hands and put it on your nightstand, then took of his boots placing them on the floor next to your bed. He was ready to curl up with you. He climbed next to you, close. So close that you felt his breath on your face. His heart was beating like crazy now. His hands found your waist. “Gott.” he hissed when he felt how soft your skin was. His arms snaked around your waist and drew you close until your body fit perfectly with his, lips only centimeters apart. “Mine.” he growled. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack because the proximity of your body. Your body was almost disappeared inside his arms. It only made him want to protect and posses you.

His fingers caressed your skin as he watched your face closely. To memorize everything about you. He even tried to count your eyelashes. It was stupid but he was just too lost in your beauty. One of his hands found yours and put it on his face. Like you was caressing his cheek. It was pathetic but he was too desperate for your affection. He left your hand on his cheek and his hand found your back. His fingers tracing up and down on your spine then eventually stopped on the clasp of your bra. “Nein, not now.” he scolded himself with his eyes frowned. His gaze found your lips again and softened. He wanted- no he craved to kiss you. Your lips looked delicious.

He swallowed and closed his eyes promising himself that he would stop after a taste. When he opened his eyes, he was determined to contain himself; to show restraint. So, his hand was on your chin again, tilting your head up to meet his lips. When his lips brushed against yours, he took in a sharp breath; like someone just hit him with a bat, kissing you felt like it. His hand on your waist pulled you closer, as close as he could. His kiss started slowly, with all of his love and affection; with all of his feelings. But the craving... the craving only grew. His whole body shook as he stole your breath. The determination of containing himself was no where to be found with his morals. He moaned into your mouth and his cock throbbed. His hands traveled down and big palms covered your hips. The kiss was sloppy and hungrier now. He was too lost into heaven. You were his heaven.

a/n: please support me by reblogging, if you liked the content ofc<3

Stalker König has a special place in my heart. this is definitely my favorite work. also i post everyday -sometimes 2 posts in a day- so if you follow me i won’t disappoint ;)

i’m so sleepless so i’m just gonna post this and post the rest tomorrow.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hiiii are you taking requests? If so then how about a Tommy fic where he’s like super protective of the reader idk I’m thinking of that scene in Pam and Tommy where the construction worker walks in on Pam in the kitchen.

Stay Away From My Wife » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader

Summary: Someone gets a little too close to Tommy’s wife.

Warnings: Fluff, language, overprotective Tommy, unwanted staring, kissing, pet names (babe, baby)

A/N: My apologies if I get anything wrong. I haven’t watched Pam & Tommy in a while and I only seen part of the episode you’re talking about so this is based off of what I remember of it. I also put my own twist on it.

Thank you for requesting!🩵 @marvelobsessed134

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

You hummed to yourself as you made coffee. You leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the coffee pour into the coffee pot. You went to the pantry to get stuff out to make pancakes. You were pouring pancake mix in a bowl while humming lyrics to your favorite song and swaying your hips side to side. You felt an unfamiliar presence behind you. You turned around to see one of the construction workers standing a couple feet away from you.

“Umm, what are you doing in here?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

The construction worker didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. That’s when you realized you were only wearing one of Tommy’s shirts and a pair of panties underneath it. You shrieked and pulled it down to cover your ass.

“Tommy!” You yelled.

Tommy came running into the kitchen within 5 seconds.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Tommy asks.

“This weirdo thought he could get a free peak of me in my panties!” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Tommy felt his blood boiling as he looked at the construction worker. He gently pushed you behind his body, shielding you from him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Tommy asks, raising his voice at the guy.

“I uhh…” The guy stuttered with wide eyes, not knowing what to see.

“You uhh what?” Tommy mocked him. “You thought you could see my wife in her panties and get away with it?” He says.

“I’m sorry, sir!” The guy apologizes. “I promise it won’t happen again!” He says.

“You’re damn right it won’t happen again cause you’re fucking fired!” Tommy says.

“Wh-What?” He asks, blinking a couple times.

“You’re fired! Get your shit, get out of my house, and most importantly, stay the hell away from my wife!” Tommy pointed at the door. “If I ever catch you staring at my wife again, you’re going to regret it.” He says.

The guy gulped and nodded, quickly leaving the kitchen. Tommy sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. He looked down at you and wrapped his strong tattooed arms around you protectively, pulling you close to him.

“Are you ok, baby?” Tommy asks softly.

“I am now.” You say, laying your head against his chest and traced one of his many tattoos on his arms.

“Did he touch you or hurt you in anyway?” He asks. “Cause if he did, I’ll kick his ass.” He says.

“No. He just made me feel uncomfortable with his staring.” You say, looking up at him.

Tommy cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“Is it ok if you hold me while we stand here?” You asked.

“I have a better idea.” Tommy says.

Before you could ask what his idea is, he picked you up and walked to the living room. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He sat down with you on his lap and rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“I still want pancakes.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Tommy chuckled and kissed the side of your head.

“I’ll make you some pancakes, baby.” Tommy says, gently moving you onto the couch next to him before standing up.

“I love you so much, Tommy.” You say, kissing him.

“I love you too, babe.” He says against your lips.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

-Bucky’s Doll

#tommy lee #tommy lee sebastian stan #motley crue #pam and tommy #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #tommy lee x female reader #tommy lee x wife!reader #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee x y/n #tommy lee x you #tommy lee fluff #tommy lee one shot #tommy lee imagine #wife!reader

[kisses4bei]

Haikyuu Boys As Taylor Swift Lyrics Part 2!

Warnings: slight angst

Part 1 here<3

Authors Note- Holy fart i havent posted in almost a year,, i lowk missed this platform sm :,) but guys shld i try make a smau?!!?!!!!! idk lmk pls and give me ideas bc my head is empty. please dont mind some of these may be ooc i js like imagining that they act like this^^ pls dont mind how half assed and rushed the last one is</3

Delicate

“Handsome you’re a mansion with a view.”

-akaashi, kuroo, sugawara, osamu, kita, ushijima, oikawa

Your boyfriend is perfect. It’s nothing new. The first time you laid your eyes on him to now is nothing different. You will always be starstruck by his presence. Just him in general. You knew people were going to have their eyes on him but you didn’t care. Because you know while their eyes are on him, his will always be fixated on you. Admiring you. Not them, just you. “Y/n?” Your boyfriend chuckles from across the table of a fancy restaurant, you got caught staring again. You can’t help it, he was yours, your handsome boy.

The Way I Loved You

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and its 2am and I’m cursing your name”

-tsukishima, atsumu, oikawa, kageyama

You both always wore your heart on your sleeve. Your emotions were always apparent. Especially during arguments. It’s been almost a year since you guys broke up but you still think about him. The good moments and the bad. No matter how many relationships you’ve been in after him, him and his name will always be engraved in your mind. You missed him. You missed the cafe dates he would take you on with a side of your favorite flowers. You missed cuddling after a bad day. You missed when he was the one who made your bad day. Arguments out in public when it’s pouring rain. Back and forth screaming and yelling with a make-up kiss shortly after. Sleepless nights where he would have you crying and cursing until your eyes were so puffy you couldn’t see. Regardless of everything, you still missed him.

Dress

“Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you”

-hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa, nishinoya, bokuto

It was the start of the first semester of uni. That means you and a couple friends were invited to a huge campus party that everyone knew about. There were plenty of recognizable faces, all close friends. You and your best friend are having a lot of fun at the party socializing and such. Best friends. That’s what everyone else sees. But they dont see the subtle admiration and glint in your ‘best friends’ eyes when he looks at you. They dont see both of your glances to each others lips when the other is talking. They dont see the slight moving of his hand onto your thigh whenever sitting close next to each other. They don’t know anything about you guys aside from being two best friends. But you two know the truth.

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[iluvshinytwink]

hey can you write for jude where he had loved the reader for years and everyone can see it except her. even though she loves him too but he doesn't know that since she's good at hiding and so he just thinks she doesn't love him and one day after a loss at a match he asks her if he was just not good enough for her and why she couldn't love him back all sad and stuff but she confesses she does love him

I Need U - Jude Bellingham

"Why am I so into you? Why you? Why can't I leave you? I need you, girl."

first person who guesses the song gets idk bro a compliment, hint: the lyrics used for this oneshot is all translated from the original language from the song :)

time check 10:50, high on toothpaste and in desperate need of some water

thank u for requesting, hope u enjoy this <333!!

It was exactly 2 years since Jude realized he had liked you, hell, even love you. 2 years and Jude still doesn't know why or how he fell in love with you. One day, he looked at you and felt his heart drop. One day, he looked into your eyes and found himself drowning in them. One day, he slept every night comfortably knowing that he'd wake up and be with you.

But why you?

Why was it you and not the other girls?

Why was it always you?

Why did he fall in love with you?

He found himself pondering on this question for what seemed like ages, he's searched every corner of his mind and still couldn't find an answer.

Why did his heart leap out of his chest whenever your eyes met his?

Why did he find himself staring at you?

But one question pondered in his mind the longest.

Why didn't you reciprocate his feelings?

Why wouldn't you look at him the same way he would look at you?

There was once particular memory that stuck to him, a memory that probably caused all of feelings.

It was late at night, neither of you knew it was going to happen. But it did.

The two of you sat on his couch, the loud tv playing in front of the both of you. On the table, there were two cold beers amongst the many bottles on the table. Jude held a party to celebrate his party and everyone left, except you.

The two of you laughed at the events that happened tonight. You glanced at the clock, 12:55 am, it read. "Your birthday's almost over." you commented, eyes still on the clock. Jude stops his laughter abruptly, looking at the clock. "And you still haven't given me a gift." Jude jokes, chuckling. "Do I have to?" you giggled.

Jude memory hazes, but that night something happened that he unfortunately never forgot, to this day.

Your face neared his and your eyes met his. There was a certain glimmer in his eyes that entranced you.

Jude looked into your eyes, noticing that your eyes were drooping lower out of tiredness. Was this sudden move just a work of the alcohol? Was this just another stupid trick done by beer?

Jude finds himself swallowing a lump down his throat, eyes still on yours. The drunkness in your eyes, he could tell there was a tinge of impulsiveness between them.

Suddenly, your lips connect with his. Jude's eyes widened, his heart thumping rapidly. Thoughts bombarded his mind. You kissed him because you were drunk. Nothing more. You didn't mean anything behind that kiss, and he accepted that. You wouldn't remember this the morning later, but he would.

Something deep within him wanted to believe that by doing this, you would like him back. Something deep within him wanted to believe that because you did this, you certainly liked him-- loved him too.

His lips kissed yours, his eyes closing.

He remembered how soft your lips felt against his. And he hated the fact he kept remembering it.

He hated that night. He hated that he didn't do anything but kiss you back. He hated that he didn't ask if you liked him too. He hated that he didn't push you back when you were nearing. He hated this. He hated you.

After that night, he wanted to stray away from you. He wanted an answer, and he was sick of pretending that he didn't want an answer. He hated that every time he looked at you his heart ached and ha hated the fact that he wanted to know if you felt the same.

And so he ignored you.

He didn't respond to your texts or calls for an entire week.

You grew worried. Of course you did.

You remembered waking up from Jude's brithday party on his couch, without him at sight. A blanket hovered over you and a pillow rested below your head. You remembered a pounding headache paining you. You didn't try to remember what happened the night before. your eyes squint, the table which used to be scattered with beers and glasses were gone, there sat your phone, your bag and a piece of paper with what seemed, writing on it.

Your arm reached out for the paper.

"Morning, by the time u wake up, I alr went to training. There's food in the fridge if u get hungry. There's also meds in my bathroom cabinet for ur headache. See u later. J.B"

The note read. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks redden by the small action, a bashful smile curled your lips. You reached out for your bag, carefully placing the small letter in your bag before resuming your sleep.

Jude remembers setting you to sleep. A few minutes after the kiss, you fell asleep. Jude slithered away from your sleeping body and went to get a blanket and a pillow. He remembered positioning you in the couch, hovering the blanket over your upper body.

Jude's eyes set on your peaceful face. His eyes began tearing up and he swore he felt a peace of his heart withering away. Jude quickly looked away from you.

Jude came home that day with a heavy heart, still unsure of what to really think about the night before. Jude turned on the lights in his house, finding it clean. Jude didn't think any of it before making his way to his kitchen, a note laid on his counter. Jude's eyes knitted in confusion, placing his things on a chair before taking the letter into his hands.

"Thank u for letting me stay. I cleaned ur house a bit cause it was musty. Much love :)"

The letter read. His eyes softened at the letter, a small smile appearing on his face.

But that didn't stop him from ignoring you. Later that night, he turned his phone off, trying his best to forget about you.

You grew worried.

The 7th day rolled in. Not a single-- anything from Jude. You grew worried for your friend.

You took your phone, looking at Jude's contact number. You wanted to call him, you wanted to ask what was wrong, you wanted to hear his voice again. Your finger pressed the call button and it ringed soon after.

Jude flinched at the sound of his ringtone. Jude looked over to his phone and was a bit surprised that you were calling him. Jude stared at his phone, contemplating whether to answer or not. He promised himself to ignore you until he got his thoughts straight, but his heart ached for you.

Jude's ringtone kept playing until he finally answered the phone in what seemed like minutes.

"Jude!" your voice said, your tone laced with relief. Jude's mouth opened, waiting for an answer. "Hi." Jude chirped out. "Anything wrong?" you asked. Jude bit his lips. He knew he wanted to ask you about that one night, but he was sure that you didn't even remember. Jude was silent with his thoughts. "If anything's wrong, you can tell me, you know that right?" your soft voice said from the other line. Jude felt his eyes prickle tears. "Mhm." Jude hummed, hiding the weakness behind his voice. "Jude, I'm your friend, you can tell me." you calmly said. Friend. You weren't a friend to him. He didn't look at you as a friend. He didn't want to be friends, why couldn't you see that?

"I'm just.. stressed. That's all." Jude meekly responded. "I can come over, if you'd like." you said in a whisper. Jude's first tear fell to the ground.

"Hey." Jude said.

"Yeah?" you whispered once more.

"You're a good friend." Jude quickly said before hiccupping.

Friends. That's what the both of you would always be.

Matchday. Fans were raring in the stadium and Jude could hear it clearly. Jude's mind hasn't clearly forgotten about you, this made him a bit anxious preparing for the game. He tried his best to forget about everything and just focus on what was going to happen out there.

A deep sigh escapes Jude's lips, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Beads of sweat fell down from his forehead. Dortmund tried fighting back, but it wasn't enough. Both teams ended in a disappointing draw. Jude tosses his shirt into his booth angrily. He was successful of keeping you from his mind during the game, but once the game was over, it was back to you.

Suddenly, Jude gets a text message. Jude looked over to his phone and found that you were texting him.

U did good !

The text message read. In his mind he didn't know if what you were saying was true or for the sake of pitying him. But either way, Jude replied.

Thanks, a bit tired tho

He replied.

I'll pick u up

Your text read. Jude feels his heart skip a beat. He could do it now. This recurring thought in his mind, he could finally let you know of it. Deep inside he knew that this might break or make his relationship with you, but it hurt. It hurt too much. He wanted to let you know what he was truly thinking of.

Jude rests his head, closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.

Minutes pass and footsteps start nearing the locker room.

"Jude!" you called out, Jude's eyes open instinctively.

You neared Jude who was looking down at the ground. "What's wrong?" you asked, stopping in front of him.

"Am I good enough?" Jude asked, so quiet is came off as an incoherent whisper.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "You did all you can in the pitch, Jude. You were more than good enough, no one could ever defy that." you said, thinking he was referring to his performance on the pitch.

"That's not what I mean." Jude said, voice getting louder. You looked at the floor and notice a tear stained the floor.

Why couldn't you see what he was feeling?

"Jude's what's wrong?" you asked softly, growing more worried by the second. "Am I good enough for you?" Jude says, finally looking up to you, his eyes glossed with tears.

A tear falls from his puffy eyes, falling down his cheek. Your heart drops. Were you responsible for this? You couldn't respond to his question.

"Am I just a friend?" he asks, voice quivering by the minute. You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. "What am I to you?" he whispered, looking down again.

"Did that kiss really mean nothing?" he gasped out, another tear falling to the ground. Your hands shook, your mouth opened but no words dare came out.

"Tell me. Anything. So I know what to do with these feelings." Jude cried.

"I've always liked you, Jude." you finally croaked out. Jude looks up to you, eyes blinking. "I'm sorry I made you feel this way." you whimpered. "I'm sorry I hadn't told you sooner." you said, bringing your hands to your face to wipe the tears.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around you. You could hear the sobs of Jude so close to your ear. His whole body quaked under your touch as his arms pulled your closer to him.

Jude began mumbling, things that you couldn't understand under all these emotions that washed over you.

Your arms wrapped around his waist as another tear escapes your eyes.

All those unsaid feelings, all those unsaid emotions were all told.

All those tears that were shed, they didn't matter anymore.

All those unanswered questions finally got an answer.

And that answer was you.

(i didnt expect this to be so long bro but anywaysysysy thank u for requesting and an update for the season finale for are we still friends, im like.. what 40% done? yeah. SMASH THAT LIKEBUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERGR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[peqchsoup]

omg joel calling reader princess and pumpkin made me giggled so hard wtf. JEJDJDJD but like idk why mean joel just gets me like just the idea of him being this grumpy guy but being such a softy for the reader😭 could u maybe do sumn with taylor swift’s I can see you? reader has a crush on joel, always looking at him, making up scenarios, and he’d always see this girl staring at him , smiling to herself FAWK 😭😭😭

hi anon, thank you for requesting!! honestly, I got this request so long ago and started writing this, but had so little motivation bc of mental health and the likes, but I went on a lil rampage and got this finished in like an hour ngl, im not a swiftie so I had a lot of back and forth looking at the lyrics to this song to see how I could incorporate them, so I hope I've done you proud! anyway, here it is and, as always, requests are open &lt;3 no, this has not been proofread :)

I Can See You

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You tap aggressively at your phone to turn off your alarm.You run through your Monday morning routine of groaning in bed at the thought of having to see Joel Miller after you spent all weekend trying not to think about him.

Being the receptionist at Miller Contracting had its pros and its cons. 

Pros:

Good salary

Free coffee all day 

Staring at Joel Miller

Cons:

Joel Miller didn’t like you

He was always polite enough when he walked in with Tommy, but he didn’t take nearly as much of a liking to you as his brother did. Tommy always turned on the charm, brought you coffee and breakfast bagels while Joel nodded in your direction before breezing past. And somehow, you were infatuated with him. You would sit behind the desk day in, day out, daydreaming about all of the things Joel Miller could do to you. 

You would watch him come to the front desk to greet the more high profile clients and would sneak a glance while he shook hands with them so you could see strong fingers with veins along the back of his hand running to his wrist. You would then watch him through the glass of the boardroom, pointing to his presentation or twiddling a pen between his fingers while he spoke. 

You used that material to picture his hands all over you. You daydreamed about his hands starting in your hair, brushing it out of the way of your face before Joel drags them down your sides and to your waist. You thought about his bruising touch on the soft flesh at the tops of your thighs, picturing how they would look while pushing your legs open and parting your slick folds.

You groaned at your second alarm blaring in your ear, getting up and mindlessly following your daily morning routine. You had done it so many times that you were out of the door within 20 minutes. 

Your Monday morning was just like every morning: drive to work, open up the office, turn on the lights, turn on the coffee machines, sit at the front desk, check the calendar, and try not to think about Joel Miller. You had accomplished almost all of these things. All but one. 

You sat fantasising again, wondering which of the brothers was driving to work today. You thought of Joel’s hands gripping the wheel and how his brow would be furrowed slightly while he was concentrating. You thought of Joel’s other hand resting on his denim-clad thigh. You thought of how his eyes would flicker to the rear view mirror and how, if you were sitting in the back, he would constantly glance at you and mentally undress you. You thought-

“Mornin’ Sunshine!” 

Tommy’s voice boomed through the office and had you scrambling to make it look like you were busy. 

“Morning Tommy. Joel.” You looked to the older brother who nodded and threw you a tight-lipped smile. You looked back to Tommy who was holding up a brown bag and an iced latte. 

“Iced vanilla latte and a breakfast muffin for my best girl.” Tommy placed the items down and winked at you. You thanked him before he moved on towards the boardroom to prepare for their pitch. 

When you first started at the company, you thought Tommy was trying to make a move on you. You were awkward and didn’t know what to say when he brought you things. But, over time, you learned that he was looking out for you in a big brother sense. You were there from the beginning, seeing the office become a reality, and had become like a little sister to Tommy. He always asked how things were at home, if you had a pet yet and even asked if you had any dates (with the added bonus of comforting you when you went through disaster after disaster).

Joel followed his brother into the room and let the door click shut. Your eyes followed his movements; shrugging off his jacket to reveal the “Miller Contracting” t-shirt he was wearing that grew taught over flexing biceps. Your eyes traced up his broad shoulders to where you could see his profile. Tan skin met a dark beard that was always well taken care of. You followed his nose from the tip up to the bridge where you found chocolate brown eyes that you could get lost in, and did get lost in every time he was explaining something to you. 

The same chocolate eyes that were now looking right back into yours. 

You jumped and reached up to grab your breakfast from the counter Tommy left them on. You stared down at your breakfast with laser focus the entire time you ate it and, when you finished, you continued to keep your gaze downward by busing yourself on your computer. 

You didn’t look up for a single second until it was time to greet the new clients. You gave them their visitor passes and walked them to the boardroom where Joel and Tommy stood to shake their hands and get them seated. You turned to leave before Tommy whispered your name and pulled you to one side. 

“This could be a huge project for us, could you take some notes for us?” Tommy looked at you with his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew you would do anything to help out. 

“Of course, let me grab my stuff.” 

And that’s how you ended up spending all day with Joel Miller. Whenever there was a break or Tommy was sketching something on the whiteboard, you stole glances at Joel. Your eyes traced his jaw where it met his fists to rest his head on. You looked at his hair and how it was starting to curl up on the ends, waiting to be cut off. What you didn’t notice was the way Joel stared back. You were so fixated on his features that you didn’t catch his own wandering eyes.

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The day-long meeting concluded with handshakes and smiles as Joel and Tommy settled their biggest deal yet. You wanted to let the brothers celebrate their new project, so you returned to the front desk where you began to type up the notes that you had taken. 

Joel was, for lack of a better term, a bit of a grump. He was courteous with clients, of course, but generally around the office and in his own private office, he kept to himself. You had never seen him crack a smile unless a client was in front of him. Seeing that smile in action had a blush creeping up your neck.

Not long after you returned to your desk, Tommy swung the boardroom door open, followed by the grinning clients who were all beginning to remove their visitor passes. You began to sign them out when Tommy called your name.

“Hey, Joel’s staying to do the paperwork but I’m taking these guys out for dinner if you wanna join? Joel can lock up.” 

Your eyes flicked to the boardroom behind Tommy where you could see Joel with a stack of paper. Feeling your stare, Joel’s eyes shot up to meet yours. You felt your face begin to heat again and turned back to look at a hopeful Tommy.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll stay. I’ve gotta finish these notes and I wouldn’t feel right leaving Joel here alone.” 

Tommy turned to the clients standing behind him, pointing his thumb at you over his shoulder.

“Didn’t I say she was the best?” 

The clients nodded and chuckled along with Tommy and, with a final ‘Goodnight’, the group of men left. It was just you at your desk and Joel in the boardroom. 

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You desperately tried to focus on your work, ignoring everything in your brain telling you to look at Joel and watch him. Thoughts of him flooded your mind. The way his brows furrowed and he rubbed his beard when he was concentrating. When Tommy cracks a cheesy joke and gets a huff out of his older brother.

Deciding you were too distracted to get work done, you decided that a cup of coffee was the perfect thing to get your head together. 

You wandered along to the kitchen where you met an empty pot of coffee. Being slightly annoyed but getting on with it, you started getting another pot ready. You pulled the pot out of the machine and gave it a rinse. Throwing out the filter was next, but when you went to grab a new one, they had been pushed to the back of the top shelf of the cupboard.

You reached up on your tiptoes, leaning your hips against the countertop to try to balance yourself. But to no avail, you just couldn’t reach. On your last attempt, you felt a warm body press against yours, a tanned arm reaching past your head and then a hand moving past your own and grabbing the box of filters. 

You flipped around at top speed, coming face to chest with Joel himself. He retracted his arm and set the box of filters in your hands. Speechless, you took a filter out of the box and set it in the plastic coffee filter that fitted onto the pot. Joel watched you in silence while you filled the filter with coffee with a shaky hand. Your chest was heaving and you were trying to calm the raging blush creeping up your neck.

The coffee pot was set to work and you turned around to grab a mug, only for Joel to stop your arm mid-reach and spin you back round so your back was pressed against the countertop.

His eyes were hooded, his gaze low. 

“I can see you, you know.”

Your eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth, where his tongue ran across his lips. You opened your mouth but couldn’t form a single word. 

“I see you waitin’ down the hall for me. I’ve been watchin’ you for ages. I tried to ignore you at first. I kept everything professional, but now something’s changing.”

Joel’s hands came up to rest on either cheek.

“Now, you won’t believe half the things I see inside my head. I can see you up against the wall with me. I can see you being my addiction.”

You were struggling to comprehend the words he was saying; they were coming out before your brain had time to register them. 

One of Joel’s hands reached around to tangle in your hair at the back of your head. He leaned in for a tentative kiss. Your lips pressed against his and, in that instant, your hands flew up to meet at the back of his head, pulling him closer and harder against you. 

He took that as his signal to deepen the kiss, becoming almost rough with you. His hands moved to your waist to lift you up onto the counter. Instinctively, you hopped with his lift and wrapped your legs around his hips.

His hands grabbed at the flesh of your thighs and kneaded the tender skin. He was everywhere all at once and suddenly, he wasn’t.

Joel pulled away and left the kitchen. You were left sitting flustered on the counter. Hopping down, you decided that you should forget the coffee and just go home to sit and overthink the entire situation. 

You went back to your desk and grabbed your bag, taking a risky glance at the, now empty, boardroom. Trying to shake away the disappointment starting to bloom in your chest, you reached to grab your keys and found a sticky note with an address and a small note underneath. 

“Meet me tonight.”

#pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #no outbreak!joel miller #contractor Joel miller #miller contracting

[lix-ables]

bestie imma need a pervy hyunjin drabble asap - honestly the dirtier the better we know this man is fucking sneaky and dirty

no coz this is all that is all i need today fr but oh well,, the way i wanted to write for perv!ji though (also, im sorry if this was idk NOT UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS)

[minors dni, smut includes masturbation (m), a lot of touching and omg, hyunnie is fucking needy, a lot of dirty talk, praising, slight condescending dom!hyun, and also bc i can, i made it camboy!hyun]

summary: welcome to hyun's live, where wet dreams do cum come true !¡ wc :: 845

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hyunjin is needy. or is it his mind? either way, the way he felt about you didn't help one bit. but that’s when it hit him. he knew what he could do, he knew he could still get off on the thoughts he had about you. a groan slips past his lips when he teases the head of his cock, and he needed to cum, for you.

setting the glass of water with exactly three ice cubes, and humming the lyrics to slow down by chase atlantic, hyunjin turned on the camera of his desktop, facing it towards himself in such a way that everything from below his lips could be seen. his long fingers reach for his phone, playing a song just for the sake of it.

a single swipe of the tongue past his lips, hyunjin got himself ready, unsnapping just the top two buttons of his shirt, slipping out of his pants, and sitting back down on the chair such that the lower part of his body, mostly his dick was covered by his dress shirt. a groan slips past his lips when he teases the head of his cock, getting himself hard, until he sees the row of comments flood in. 

“hi pretty boy”

“mhmm cutie”

“oh fuck, okay”

“another button please?”

a small smile creeps his face, at the last comment, sighing, before continuing to rub the tip. “i don’t think so, darling. i’m in control here, and i don’t think you can have much to say than just watching me feel good, just for you, m’kay?” hyunjin uses his other hand to move the hem of his shirt to the side, so that just the tip of his cock is visible, his thumb rubbing circles to it, precum spreading all over. “that’s better isn’t it? you just want me to tease you, hm?”

“…. and let me tell you, the sweet, shy, and supposedly innocent student, who jerks off in front of who knows how many horny and needy chicks and dudes like you watching right this moment, just to pay his rent. now you didn’t need to know that, my darlings. you’re just here to watch me tease my dick until i cream myself dry, hm?” hyunjin continues, a grunt escaping his lips, but his hand still doesn’t stop stroking his cock, teasing it.

his shirt buttons are now completely off, sweat glistening off his body, as he slouches back into the chair. his free hand grips onto the armrest of the chair, his adam’s apple moving up and down as he gulps.

“fuck, let’s see. ‘can i cum?’ of course, you can, baby. make a mess on your pretty little fingers for me. now, shit. i bet you’re so flustered and whining just watching me. so fucking worked up just seeing me cum into my hand, hm? so cute. so needy for me, just for me. ‘please cum’ you want me to cum? didn’t i tell you not to tell me what to do? that’s my job, i get to tell you if you can cum or not, but since i’m nice, i’m letting you make the biggest mess for me. be sure to cum lots for me, yeah?”

hyunjin’s head hits the back of the chair as he feels himself reaching his high, his hand reaching to push back the hair that fell onto his face, biting his bottom lip at the same time, watching his cock twitch in his hand, the strokes becoming faster. his other reach reaches to cup his balls, squeezing them one by one, finally giving them the attention they need.

“hmmm. ‘fuck me dumb, baby’ sure, doll. be polite and ask nicely, and maybe i can let you cum. i don’t think you’ve earned it just yet. watching me cum and make a mess all over myself is too much privilege for you, don’t you think so? beg for it, and maybe i’ll cum again for you, okay?”

hyunjin lets out a string of curses, along with grunts after grunts when he feels himself cumming, spurting his load all over himself and his shirt, his fingers especially his thumb teasing his tip again to the point of overstimulation. his other hand reaches to grab the glass he left on the table an hour back, bringing it to his lips, his cock hitting his abdomen when he lets go of it. his eyes finally make eye contact with the camera, smiling like what just happened inside the four walls of the room was a thing of the past.

“that was a lot more than last time, don’t you think, my loves? i’ve done my part of the day, now be good and fuck yourself like you mean it, yes? i want to know how much you’ve cum for me the next time i’m back. i deserve that much, right?”

all he could do now was think about you again, and maybe jerk off in the shower, with thoughts about your mouth around his dick, his fingers guiding your head as he fucked your face.

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[nancys4gf]

can you write something where Jonathan is in his room and is at a moment of breakdown and crying because he's sure the reader doesn't like him (in a romantic way)because why would they like him and the reader comes by and goes in his room and is really concerned and comforts Jonathan but he won't tell them what happened and then at some points he cracks and says it's about him liking someone and they most likely don't like him back and the reader says one of the typical lines like I bet they like you or something idk and he's like if only you knew

teenage dirtbag | jonathan byers

— whatever makes you happy, whatever you want. you're so fucking special, i wish i was special. Radiohead, Creep.

summary: jonathan doesn't think he's special enough for you to like him back. part two

pairing: jonathan byers x gender neutral reader

warnings: angst, insecurity

note: teenage dirtbag and creep kept playing on my head while i was writing this. those are such jonathan's songs hhh. (also peep the taylor swift lyric at the end). i imagined him like the scene in that gif :( my poor baby. thank you so much for requesting!!! i hope you like it <33

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jonathan didn’t hear when you knocked once. he also didn’t hear when you knocked two, three times, or when you called out his name. 

he didn’t hear the door opening, or your footsteps, until he felt the bed pressing down as you sat on it. 

“jonathan?” he didn’t hear his name in your lips, but he could read it. 

startled, he took off his headphones, and furiously wiped his eyes with his hands, as if he could erase the evidence of what you had just seen.

“jonathan, what’s wrong?” you asked, worry tainting your features, eyebrows furrowed and urgent eyes scanning his face.

he shook his head, sniffing quietly and rubbing his wet cheeks.

“your mom told me you were here, i’m sorry.” you said, feeling guilty for having barged in. but you couldn’t just leave him like this. “jon, what happened?” 

he wasn’t looking you. you thought it was because he was embarrassed, but in reality, he knew that he'd break down if he did. you were the embodiment of all his desires, and everything he couldn't have.

“did something happen?”

will was fine, his mom was fine. everything seemed fine. you would’ve known if it wasn't, right? he was your best friend. he always told you everything. 

“talk to me.” you whispered, leaning in and placing a hand on his cheek. it was wet and flushed, and though you desperately wanted to hold every part of him, he pulled away. 

you stayed silent for a while, giving him space. if he wanted to talk to you, he would. it wasn’t your place to pressure him.

but then he furrowed his eyebrows and his lips quivered, as uncontrollable tears streamed down his face. you couldn’t help leaning in again, placing your hands on his knees, drawing circles over the fabric of his jeans. 

“jon…” you pleaded. 

“i’m fine. it’s nothing.” he said, his voice weak and broken. 

“clearly, it’s not.” you tried to find his gaze, but he turned his face away. “and it’s okay to be sad sometimes. but did something happen? is it your dad? your mom? will? school?”

he shook his head, and you sighed, running out of options. you had never seen jonathan like this, so fragile and shattered.

you were one of the few people jonathan let himself let down his guard with, but now you wondered how many nights he had spent like this, crying in his room after bottling up his emotions for so long, the music loud to drown out the thoughts.

“you can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?”

you placed your hand on top of his, and he stared down at it for a moment, until finally he said,

“there’s someone.”

“who?” you said quickly, your entire body tensing up. “did they do something? did they hurt you?”

“no, not like that.” he shook his head, fidgeting with your hands, tracing lines across your knuckles. “there’s someone i… i like.”

“oh.”

you felt as if the entire world had stopped. you wanted to say the right thing, but it was as if your brain was moving in distorted figures and colors instead of words. 

you had no idea jonathan liked someone. 

“do they know?”

he shook his head. you swallowed.

“do you… want to tell them?”

“what for?” he asked, glancing at you for a second before looking down again. but the shortest glance was enough to make his heart skip a beat. “they don’t feel the same way.”

“well, you don’t know that.”

“i do.” he stated, curving his lips. “why would they?”

“jonathan.” you whispered, his name soft as cotton on your tongue. “you’re so special. you have no idea how special you are. they’d be lucky to like someone like you.” 

he made a face, unconvinced. you turned his hand and started drawing figures in his palm, following the lines.

“i’m serious. you’re so kind, so caring. you pay attention to little details, always remembering people’s favorite foods or songs. you’re smart, fun to be around, you give the best pep talks,” you joked, and a small smile made its way into his lips. you perked up at the sight, encouraging you to keep going. “and if you are that way with this person, they’d be crazy not to like you back.”

“yeah,” he mumbled. “crazy.”

“they don't know what they're missing,” you raised his hand towards your lips, placing a feather-like kiss on it. “not everyone deserves a jonathan byers in their life.”

jonathan didn't speak again, but you felt his quick pulse against his wrist. you pressed down on it, counting under your breath, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“what are you doing?”

“calculating your pulse,” you said casually. “but i don't remember how to. i never pay attention in gym class.”

he chuckled, and you gazed at him. there was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were teary and dispirited. the point of his nose was red, and the apples of his cheeks were too. even still, he looked pretty. you wished the rest of the world could see what you saw in him.

“i hate that you feel like this.” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb. he nuzzled up closer to your hand, giving in to your touch.

it felt ironic, looking for comfort in the place that was causing him pain to begin with. but he couldn’t help it. not when it was you.

for you he would ruin himself a million little times.

“me too.”

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[thefreakymunson]

Jaws (Vessel x Y/N)

TW: Slightly smuty, not overly gross. Unmasked Vessel (no photos, no alternative names - he's just Vessel/Ves.) No gender stereotypical terms used. Y/N is genderless. Word Count: 1,228 A/N: Have i been taken to the dark side? Idk probably. Idk if Sleep Token fanfiction is even a thing yet, but here is a lil something. Will be taking Vessel/iii requests if you have them, please send them my way!

You cherished these quiet moments, getting to watch him work his genius brain silently.  He always stayed too late at the studio, way past the time the rest of the band had went home.  You slipped inside silently, not wanting to disturb him as he worked, but like the true connection the two of you shared, he turned to face you the moment you stepped inside, a small smile spreading across his handsome face.  He watched you for a moment, eyes following you as you walked over to the couch and made yourself comfortable.  He took a deep breath, slowly let it out,  and turned back to his work at hand.  It was a new song, partially written, but he had come up with the beat and needed to lay it down before he lost it.  You sat comfortably on the leather couch, watching as he messed with a few buttons on the board, and slowly the hypnotic synth beat filled the room. He was hunched over the sound board, quietly humming to himself.  Vessel didn’t allow many people in the studio with him, but he liked having you there.  Just you, the bandmates, and the occasional opinion from a producer was all he felt he needed while he was writing and recording the songs for their albums. “You want to hear what we’ve got so far?” He asked without turning to look at you, a grin spreading across your face as you quickly stood up and moved closer to him.  You stood behind him, arms draped around his neck as you leaned forward.  Your nose brushed against his hair, the scent of his shampoo filling your senses as you closed your eyes.  He had sped through a few music filled seconds until it was just the chorus, but before the lyrics started, he turned the swivel chair around and pulled you into his lap, wrapping a arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder before he pressed the play button. Show me those pretty white jaws, Show me where the delicate stops Show me what you lost And why you’re always taking it slow. Show me what wounds you’ve got And show me love.

He sung along to his recorded voice, his breath washing over your ear and you felt yourself lean into him.  You turned your head to look at him, but he was staring straight ahead, beautiful eyes set on the equalizer as the instruments kicked in along with his vocals.  You pressed a kiss to his jaw, savoring the feeling of his fresh clean skin on your lips as his fingers drummed against your hip. “It’s beautiful, Ves.” You whispered softly, pressing another kiss, “Beautiful…hypnotic…devastating.  I can’t wait to hear more of it.” “I’ve had the lyrics for a bit, but the beat came to me this morning when I was leaving, so…” He shrugged as if he hadn’t been piecing together a masterpiece, “It’s nice to have it off the paper.” “Everything you’ve ever touched is great,” You said, watching as his free hand soothed over your thigh.  It was embarrassing how needy you were when it came to him.  He could look at you a certain way and you were putty in his hands, your body molding to what he needed in any given moment.  He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, pulling you flush against him, burying his face in your neck as he sighed softly. “Missed you today, love.” He said, “It’s been a long day.” “It has been a long day,” you sighed softly, “Work was difficult…couldn’t wait to get off to come see you.” He pressed another soft kiss to your shoulder, gently swaying the chair left and right as looked down at you laid against his chest.  Today did suck he thought to himself, But they’re here now.  His fingers trailed up and down your spine, tickling softly as he moved.  The quiet moments like this were your favorite, getting him all to yourself.  Within a few weeks, they’d be off on another tour and you wouldn’t see him for months at a time.  You were used to it, but for now – you lived for the times where it was just the two of you in a darkened studio room, taking the time to enjoy each other’s company.  His adams apple bobbed as he felt your lips trail down to the side of his neck, his ringed fingers coming to hold the back of your head.  You moved to straddle his lap, pushing him back into the chair as his hands slid down to cup your ass.  He looked up at you, a mix of awe and disbelief.  His hands rubbed down your thighs, moving around your body and up under your shirt as you slowly ground yourself against him, iiicting a soft moan from him.  You leaned back just enough to rest your forehead against his, washing your eyes down over his handsome face until they landed on his lips.  You wanted to take all the hurt away, all the past wrongs and make them right.  He was beautiful and he didn’t even know it – he didn’t see himself the way you saw him. 

You pressed your lips to his, taking your time to taste him as his lips moved against yours in unison.  His hands – god his hands.  The way calloused palms scraped over your stomach as his hands moved back under your shirt, making their way to your chest, groping and teasing and warm.  He sat up a bit, lips pressing harder into yours as he became desperate.

You leaned back just a bit as he removed your shirt, your eyes locked on his face as he took in the sight of your bare chest..  Lips kissed swollen and red, watching as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.  His fingers slid up over your now bare skin, pinching over hard nipples as a soft moan fell from your lips.  He wasn’t in the mood for tricks and teases, his mouth basically watering to taste every inch of you.

If there was one thing Vessel was, it was passionate.  The proof was in his music, but the side no one else got to see was the way he touched you.  His hands moved over your body as if you were a gift from whatever god existed, cherishing as he explored.  Full lip moving to kiss the places his teeth had sunk into, leaving red bite marks that would turn a deep purple within a few hours on your chest. Your smile was contagious as he smiled back at you, fingers touching and stroking bare skin as he looked up at you, his tongue swiping over his teeth as he laughed – a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated against your own.  The sound of keys in the door jolted you back to the present – suddenly remembering where you were and you were half naked in his lap already… “Can’t keep your hands off of me for five minutes, Vessel.” You said teasingly as you slid your shirt back on, “I’ll be back on the couch…for when you’re ready.”

“Love you,” he said, chewing on his bottom lip as he watched you climb off of his lap. “Love you, jerk.” You said, playfully shoving his head forward as you walked past him.

#Vessel #Sleep Token #Vessel Sleep Token #Sleep Token fanfiction #Vessel fanfiction

[c2-eh]

I HAD MY MORNING THOUGHT AND IT WAS SO RANDOM (i dont want to suffer alone so you need to hear it too😅)

so what if- carlos doing the 'i made you look ' tiktok trend (persuaded by his sister, ofc) and when the lyrics goes 'but i'm hotter when my morning hair is a mess' he ruffled his soft messy hair back and carlos grining teasingly into camera--and we have Charles just choked watching the whole video🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

this took forever and I could have just answered, but I wanted to write this little something for you, so i hope you enjoy aksksks. Idk what is it with me writing silly fics, but anywaaaay.

After the whole day of being busy — training with Andrea to not get out of shape, grocery shopping, doing sim race, playing piano and million other things — Charles finally had time to scroll through everything he missed in the day.

So far, nothing much.

He was sitting on his couch in compromised position, his chin touching his chest. He was aware his neck is most likely gonna hurt tomorrow, but that's fine. It won't last, after all the training he endures.

His thumb was moving up and down in the same motion, as he was mindlessly diving deeper into his tiktok, not really paying attention to anything that showed up.

Until he saw Carlos' face show up on his screen.

Meghan Trainor's song filled the silent living room of Charles' flat, making him more alert. He moved upwards to sit straighter and focus on his phone, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.

The video started with Carlos wearing the plain grey t-shirt, as he mouthed the lyrics of the song.

I could have my Gucci on (Gucci on)

Charles watched Carlos move his very hairy arm over the screen, creating a transition to him wearing a button up with a blazer on top. Charles' brain stopped functioning for a minute, his eyes trying to see things outside the frame, which is quite impossible. He was visible only from his chest up, but it did not take anything away from his beauty.

I could wear my Louis Vuitton

Charles wasn't done inspecting Carlos in his suit on the screen, when he saw the flash of his hand moving up and down and suddenly, he was wearing his race suit. Charles isn't sure if race suit is worth a Louis Vuitton status, but if anyone would call it that, it's Carlos.

No matter how many times Charles has seen Carlos in his Ferrari race suit, it still made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. There is something about him in red, that makes him so sexy, that Charles is unable to look away.

But even with nothin' on

Bet I made you look (I made you look)

Well and with this, he indeed made everyone look. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), his whole body wasn't visible, only his shoulders and the top of his chest, but it was clear Carlos was shirtless. "Well, obviously," Charles scoffed internally at himself.

Carlos' tanned skin looked delicious and Charles wanted to run his hands over his shaved sculpted chest.

Yeah, I look good in my Versace dress (take it off)

Charles has never seen this trend on his for you page, but he was hooked. It was probably only because of Carlos, not the idea of it, but anyway. In this frame, Carlos had a dark blue sweater on with white shirt underneath. He looked stunning. He was still mouthing the lyrics, although with a little difficulty. All Charles could focus on was his plump bottom lip he wanted to bite so bad.

But I'm hotter when my morning hair's a mess

Plain white t-shirt was what Carlos had on. Charles could see him ruffle his hair to the words of the song and his brain malfunctioned in that exact second. His beautiful dark brown locks tousled in every direction and his veiny hand buried in them did it for Charles.

He was aware of his attraction for his teammate, but he was always collected, when it came to his little — or maybe not so little actually — crush. Although, he sometimes let the heart eyes or unnecessary touches slip, he was good. He was proud of himself for controlling himself and not blurting his every thought at Carlos.

But now? Charles was doomed.

Thank god he was alone, because if someone was with him right now, they for sure would get concerned for his well-being, hearing the same part of the song playing over and over again, while he was staring at the blank point on ceiling.

Charles shook his head and grabbed his phone back into his hands. He looked at the caption, something about Carlos' sister initiating it and so on. Upon opening the comment section, Charles was met with multiple comments from fan accounts and people literally thirsting over Carlos.

The Spaniard knows what he's doing.

With shaky fingers hovering over the screen, he typed a comment, his brain not really processing what he was doing.

Mate, we should have done this together. Could be more fun 😘

Just as he taps on the little red circle with white arrow, he regrets it. Charles' fingers freeze, hovering over the screen, his black and white profile picture staring mockingly at him.

The emoji is inappropriate. But Charles is known for putting weird emojis in his captions, right? No harm done.

No wait, he should delete it, PR won't be happy. And the tone is suggestive.

He must have been lost in his mind for couple moments, because as he looks back — the stupid song still playing — he sees multiple likes and replies under his comment.

Fuck.

#eva writes #charlos ficlet #actually send me prompts if you want i love doing this little things #charlos

[erudianokabe]

idk but reiner just strikes me as the type to sing whilst doing the washing up. like he isnt beyonce or anything but every time, he would pick one of the many folk songs he heard/learned growing up and because his voice is so deep, it'd sound so beautiful in a dorian or mixolydian scale T.T

If by doing the washing up, you mean chores where he's getting his hands wet. The dishes, the laundry, maybe even washing the car, etc. I think you're onto something there. Like, in my honest opinion, Reiner's the type to be gung-ho about doing something, but tends to get easily shy or embarrassed. Specially if he feels that it's something a little closer to his heart.

So I do think that when it comes to singing, if there's too many people around and he's doing the washing up, he's gonna be keeping his lips shut. Maybe if he can't hold it in, he'll hum it out a bit in his head, and start tapping his foot to this internal song. However, if you leave him alone to his end of the chores, you may just find him singing a little tune. Hums reverberating from his throat, until it turns into a full on song. He'll probably start with something that he knows. From a folk song that he remembers his mother singing, to something a little more recent that he's heard on the radio just a couple of times to remember bits and pieces of the lyrics, but never the title.

"I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here— dum dara da—" Sleeves all rolled up, as he bobs his head up and down, eyes closed losing himself in the song. He's just finished washing the last of the plates and was simply wiping them dry. "I've got two tickets to paradise, won't you pack your bags, dum dara dum dum—" And with that, the last set of dishes were done: spotless and resting neatly upon its rack. Reiner would snap his fingers to the tune of his own beat, enjoying the moment which he thought was solely his.

Unbeknownst to him, you were there, leaning on the door frame and just watching silently. You were in charge of putting out the trash today, so you did. Never did you imagine, however, that you'd be treated to this kind of show. It was as if he didn't have any inhibitions, enjoying himself and even looking pretty smug (yet content) about it.

Sadly, all that came to a stop when your uncooperative throat decided it wanted some attention. So, you begrudgingly cleared it, causing Reiner to stop, his glance thrown over his shoulder only to see you there. Instantly he gets flustered; the red on his cheeks weren't too prominent but he did scratch the back of his neck, showing that he was quite embarrassed. For a moment, his eyes darted to the side, not very willing to look in your direction. "How long have you been there?" He pressed his indexes together in hopes that you had a favorable answer.

"I'm gonna take you on a trip—"

"Not a word to anyone, do you hear me?" You were cut off by the guy who was now marching towards your location. "You're not going to say anything to anyone about this, right?"

And to put his mind at ease, you just moved as if you were zipping your mouth shut.

Not a word to any soul.

#◤ .Converging Paths. ◥ Answered #lemmetreatya #◤ .You have to be a Chosen One. ◥ Imagines and Reader Inserts #◤ .To You ◈ 2000 Years From Now. ◥ Drabbles #◤ .Field Tests & Experiments. ◥ Character Study #reiner braun #aot #GOD IF THIS IS A DIFFERENT KIND OF WASHING UP FDSJHFKS I CAN ALWAYS MAKE ANOTHER POST.

[neowinestainedress]

hihi i’m back now, fully awake and ready to give you my full thoughts on traitor after reading it three times! it will be a long message so i hope it doesn’t annoy you (especially because i will copy and paste my favorite parts/the parts that made me feel something/strong emotions + song lyrics that those parts reminded me of (olivia and taylor) sorry if they are too many i kinda got carried away even tho i deleted a lot lmao) but a little disclaimer: english is not my first language (i bet it shows already) so i’m sorry if i make a mistake! Also, i’ve never done this before (send a detailed message to a writer) so i’m not completely sure how it is supposed to be done so here is me trying to do it:

«maybe they think that being hurt is just a tiny little price to pay to keep them.» It just the start and you’re already making me suffer I can’t

This is just starting but I already hate (In a good way really!!) that haechan wasn’t even like other exes when they cheat, because haechan kept acting super sweet and (kinda) touchy whenever she questioned him, for example: «Haechan sighed, wetting his lips as he nodded lightly and walked toward her, gently wrapping a hand around her waist, “You’re right,” he said, caressing her cheek, moving her hair back, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll tell them I have to pass this time.”»

«And she did promise, but the one keeping secrets in the relationship wasn’t her, so it was a bit hard to make things work that way.» PAIN!!!

«“Are you okay?” Was the first thing she managed to say. All the anger, the frustration, leaving her body because she was more terrified something had happened to him than the fact he was basically acting like a completely different person.»  This is so sad, cause he made her worry the whole night, he left her waiting but instead of being mad she was relieved and happy to see him again, he doesn’t deserve her:(

«Haechan was loyal, his charismatic and extrovert personality weren’t signs of being a cheater.» I HATE THIS SO MUCH CAUSE IT REMINDS ME OF MY EX OMG

«“Yeah, you,” he chuckled, “you barely spoke all night,” he said, caressing her hand on the table. And that touch, that usually brought her so much comfort, felt weird, almost foreign.» here he goes again being all sweet and touchy when 5 minutes ago he completely ignored her… also worst feeling ever, when you can’t even say what it’s really bothering you cause you feel like you’re being crazy and overreacting but can’t help to feel like shit even if you have the ones you love around to comfort you because they are the ones that are making you feel that way (idk if this makes sense lol)

«They were acting as if she wasn’t even there. They were acting as if she wasn’t his girlfriend.» feeling lonely when you’re surrounded by people is so painful, I would rather be alone than being ignored.

«She sniffled, turning around, not able to stand his gaze. His eyes were looking at her as if she was out of her mind, blaming her for being too emotional, for being the one that was ruining everything for not trusting him.» God I wish I could punch him rn

«“You’ve been acting like a bitch all night” he snapped, “and now I know why. How can I talk to you when you put a wall between us?”» the fact that even after saying that and seeing her reaction he didn’t feel any regrets for calling her a bitch and tried to justify it with “you know what I meant” and even rolling his eyes…

«“You’re a jealous crazy girlfriend and it’s my fault,” he screamed at her.» SUCH. AN. ASSHOLE. I. HATE. HIM

«“Is there? Or maybe you are just insecure?” He said, voice not loud anymore but full of bitterness, a defiant smirk on his face. (…) “Yeah, she did nothing but be nice and here you are. Maybe you wish you were like her, not a pain in the ass like you are.”» HE DID NOT OMG THE RAGE THE ANGER THAT I FEEL IS BEYOND WORDS!!! i also started crying at this part because how can he be so insensible and say all those words to his girlfriend.

“I'M THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL I MAKE YOU MAD”

«“Call me if you seek some sanity again.” And then the door slammed behind him, leaving her petrified in the middle of her living room with tears streaming down her face, shaking hands and lips and a heart that was breaking more and more. And it was getting too heavy to carry around.» i felt her pain and i hate that she didn’t even get to express all her emotions and thoughts before he got mad and treated her like shit (not to mention, gaslight her)

«She had done that too many times, crawling, and scratching her knees to fix something he had broken. (…) And just like that, one week passed, with silence, avoided gazes, switched seats in the two classes they had together, lunches at a different table, and no texts or calls on their phones.» "BUT YOU HELD YOUR PRIDE LIKE YOU SHOULD'VE HELD ME"

«“I’m sorry.”» This must be a joke he should be BEGGING on his knees, crying, and promising to be a better boyfriend not a simple sorry. A sorry is not enough for all the mess he made

«And she wanted to fight back, to put him through half of the pain he put her through, but she couldn’t. The possibility of losing him scared her more than now, opening her arms again, would’ve hurt her dignity. If she still had some of it left in her.» i know that feeling:(

«“I’m sorry if you felt left out, I thought you cared about dancing after all these years with me,” he added, finding the courage to look at her.» this part infuriated me so much… he came to apologize but managed to still blame her. the “you felt left out (…) i thought you cared about dancing” such an asshole move he was gaslighting her fr

i just wish he would have said more, way more. about how he called his girlfriend of 5 years a bitch just to defend a new girl he barely met, about how he humiliated her saying she was a pain in the ass, about how he used her insecurities just so he can win a fight that (deep down he knew) he was in the wrong. about how he was such an asshole to her and didn’t even really care about her feelings at all

«Surely that was what he meant, Haechan simply wasn’t good with words.» this was so real and sad; he was putting the blame on her girlfriend for something that he did, just for her to understand and justify so she didn’t lose him

«Because during that week he didn’t miss her that much. Because he had been receiving countless hugs. Because he had spent his afternoons in somebody else’s company. Because they almost kissed and that made him realize he needed to redeem himself.» no words can’t explain how i felt reading this my heart dropped and i think this was the most heartbreaking part (at least for me)

«Now Haechan wasn’t that person anymore. He didn’t need shielding. He didn’t need to be protected, and comforted. He didn’t need any more savings. He needed to mirror himself in somebody that was like him with the same passions and needs. Somebody that lived for the things that kept him alive, and she, she wasn’t his reason anymore.» Auch, during the whole story I felt an empty feeling at the pit of my stomach, but this part right here made it worse

"DON´T YOU THINK I LOVED YOU TOO MUCH TO BE USED AND DISCARDED?!!!!!!!!!"

«She would’ve always been her number one fan if only he wanted to.» pain, literally pain

«And she wasn’t dumb. She kept quiet but she knew. She kept quiet to keep him, to hold onto an image of Haechan that now, she was more than sure, wasn’t there anymore. She kept quiet because not only it was painful but also humiliating.» this part of the “cheating process” is the worst part, when they make you feel so bad and insecure about yourself that you end up putting the blame on you for not being enough or for not doing something sooner when you saw the signs

«But hope is the last one to die, and a part of her wanted her doubts to be fake, she truly wanted to be the weird one that was seeing things. She wanted to believe it was just another honest mistake, that he was tired and had forgotten, that if she entered the room Haechan would’ve been alone or with their friends and not with her.» i can’t do this anymore it hurst to know that even after all the damage haechan has done she still wanted to be in the wrong

«And right there at the moment, she knew that she wasn’t even crossing his mind anymore.»  idk how but this part broke me even more

«Because she had no idea what she meant to him anymore, but Haechan still meant something to her, what they had, everything they had been through meant something to her. So damn much that the pain she was feeling right there can’t be explained with words.» this hit close, a punch in the face would’ve hurt less

«And that was why it was so hard to say something. One guilty of not loving anymore, and the other victim of loving too much. A terrible match that shared too much of each other.» i'm crying

«“I don’t understand, why?” Haechan asked, mixed emotions running in his mind. Why wasn’t he feeling relieved? Why was this weird? What if he still cared?» i said it once and i will say it again THIS PART had me shaking and crying so hard that i had to stop for a moment. i don’t know why specially this part hurts so much i just know that it does but the audacity of haechan to even dare to ask why

«“There’s nothing to understand, just like there’s nothing to save,” she answered. What was the point in wasting her breath screaming at him and explaining to him what he did and what he was fully aware he was doing? She had spent months walking through his tangle of lies and shocked faces, falling into traps that now were crystal clear, no more leaves covering the big holes she rolled down into.» the worst part of a broken relationship specially when it’s because of cheating is that the cheater enjoys his time and doesn’t care about the state of the relationship, but the cheated one suffers so much because they think they did something wrong so they are scared to do something that could make it worse, when in fact it’s not their fault. it almost feels like the relationship is on thin ice so one of them walks carefully while the other person is jumping on the surface and that is heartbreaking because someone is taking care of a relationship that's bound to break anytime meanwhile the other doesn't even care of what their actions will cause (bet this doesn’t even make any sense lmao)

"AND I BROKE DOWN CRYING WAS SHE WORTH THIS MESS?"

«And when no other word came out of his mouth, she took a step back, the rain hitting her again. When his hands didn’t move to stop her, when his feet didn’t try to cancel the distance between them, when his eyes looked into hers and there was nothing in them she used to know. She realized that she had been fooled much more than she imagined. He didn’t want to fix this, he had no reason to want to fix what broke between them because he didn’t want what was between them anymore. He was past the state of mixed feelings, past not knowing where he belonged. He knew it damn well. And the place where he belonged wasn’t her anymore. It was waiting inside in a white room, probably praying for their downfall so she could finally have him.» this part right here. i’ve read this part so many times and no matter how much i try to get over it, it just keeps worsening the emptiness i feel on my stomach

"DON'T YOU THINK I LOVED YOU TOO MUCH TO BE USED AND DISCARDED? DON'T YOU THINK I LOVED YOU TOO MUCH TO THINK I DESERVE NOTHING?"

«Heart breaking even more when she couldn’t hear footsteps behind her. Haechan wasn’t following her. Haechan wasn’t even waiting outside to at least make sure she wasn’t getting hit by a car driving by. Haechan wasn’t under the porch, he was inside again, with her.» HE DIDNT EVEN WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE TO GO INSIDE WITH BORA THIS SHOWS HOW HE DIDNT CARE ABOUT HER AT ALL he didn’t even take time to “grieve” for a second his 5 year old relationship

"BUT GOD YOU COULDN'T HAVE CARED LESS ABOUT SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU MORE"

«Break-up pain is weird. It’s weird when you’re young and you know you have all your life ahead. You know it’s not the end of the world, and yet it feels like it. It feels like all you knew, suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore. (…) And it’s even harder to deal with it when you got backstabbed by that person. It’s harder when you dried all their tears, pulled them out of their darkest hours and then suddenly you meant nothing to them.»  couldn’t have described it better!!

«So this pain was worst. Because it made her feel dumb, it humiliated her, it shamed her for all the things she let him do. All the red flags she chose not to see. All the lies she chose not to listen to.» as i said earlier, when the victim blames themselves is the worst part about cheating, I HATE CHEATERS SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

«And it made her wonder if she was so uninteresting. If they truly had nothing in common anymore. How it was possible to be so easy to be forgotten after everything? And doubts start to form even more, going back in time and questioning when it all went downhill. When everything started being fake.» oh, poor baby i want to hug her :(

«Walking around campus holding Bora’s hand, moving her hair behind her ears, buying her food, dropping her to her classes with the risk of arriving late to his. He even let Bora sit at her place at their table. Slapping it straight into her face how he didn’t care about her. Bringing her around, replacing her so blatantly just to shut her down. Probably that also was the biggest pain. Not only she had lost him but she had also lost her friends. Bora took her place in his life, in his friends’ circle, probably soon even at her chair at his parents’ house.» been there :(

"CAUSE I HEAR HE'S GOT HIS ARM ROUND A BRAND NEW GIRL I'VE BEEN PICKING UP MY HEART HE'S BEEN PICKING UP HER AND I NEVER GOT PAST WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH BUT IT'S WONDERFUL TO SEE THAT IT NEVER FAZED YOU"

«She had nothing of the old life anymore.» this. hurts. so. much

«“You’re avoiding me.” (…) “I know we’re over but… you were talking with Renjun and then ran away when I reached you two.” (…) “Do you hate me?” He asked again, so nonchalantly she wanted to throw the glass in his face.» HOW CAN HE ACT SO NONCHALANTLY HOW CAN HE EVEN DARE TO ASK THAT the fact that he doesn’t even realize or doesn’t even care enough to realize how much he hurt her angers me so much

«“Yeah, I don’t get what I did for you to cut me off like that.”» i want to punch him!!!

"PRETENDS HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT HE'S THE REASON WHY YOU'RE DROWNING"

«“And I can’t even blame you, I have to blame me for being so, so stupid, and in love. God,” she exhaled, looking back at him. “I wish you had thought this through before I fell in love with you.”» This part on the song always pained me so much but reading as a part of a full story is 1000000000 times worse :(

«“I never cheated on you,” he defended, emotionless voice with just a hint of insecurity, a small tremble, at the unexpected way she was talking to him.» it gave me a little bit of satisfaction to know that at least, for a millisecond he felt something but then again he didn’t feel sorry he was just surprised that she was angry at him because in his mind he did nothing wrong

«You were terrified of love, it took you one year to ease into me and try to be in a relationship with me, there’s no way you fell in love so soon. You fell in love with her when we were still together. You… you probably did even worse.”» he deserves jail for this idc he’s an asshole 😭

«“I’m sorry,” he apologized, voice breaking in his throat as he started to slowly realize that maybe she was right. He did hurt her anyway. Holding himself back from kissing Bora when they were together wasn’t better than the thoughts that crossed his mind or the way he let her go so easily. He had cursed himself many nights for not even being able to talk it through, to end it on a better page, to let her down slowly.» this part made me cry (again) when i read it for the third time. it hurts because even now, he is being selfish, he’s only thinking this because he wants to feel better, because he doesn’t want to feel like the bad guy. UPDATE: I was writing and revising what I wrote, and it made me cry again lol

"MR INSINCERE APOLOGY SO HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY"

«Haechan drifted his gaze. She didn’t know. She had no idea what he truly liked. Or how annoying he could be. She didn’t know half of the things she knew about him. And he wondered if she would ever get to know him that much.» this is what hurts the most, knowing he threw away all their years together, all their memories, all the love just because he was a horny, dumb and an asshole

"CHASE TWO GIRLS, LOSE THE ONE"

«No matter how much pain it still gave her, or how painful the idea of living a life without him was. If he forgot about her so soon, she could do the same. She was going to do the same. She deserved better and she was going to find it. And that wasn’t Haechan, not anymore.» wishing and manifesting this to everyone who got cheated, because no one deserves the pain, much less nobody deserves to suffer for someone for so long specially for someone who caused you so much pain

«“I guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor.”» THIS WAS THE BEST ENDING YOU COULD'VE WRITTEN!!

Okay but summarizing my thoughts: traitor was better than i ever imagined it to be, like it went beyond my expectations and i’m so glad and happy to have waited all this time it was totally worth it<3 you’re such an amazing writer, thank you so much for sharing your talent with us and even accepting requests!! I cried and felt so many emotions with this piece of art, it was very good to reminisce and realize that sometimes you are not the one to blame when someone cheats on you…it kinda (almost) give me peace to learn that. I honestly don’t know what else to say since English is not my first language but just so you know I screamed to my best friend after reading this because it was THAT good, the word “amazing” keeps going through my mind every time I think about this au.

about the happier sequel… my toxic side can’t help but want it and can’t help to wish a happy ending between them but i know that’s difficult (but i mean if you want to do it sjdhsj or at least give a happy ending to her😭) and it would be amazing if it was from haechan’s point of view. also, a mini confession: i always imagined a story inspired by sour in this specific order: 1 step forward, 3 steps back - traitor - enough for you - favorite crime (optional) - happier (in the male’s perspective) but it was too long to request it so i just settled for traitor because its where the whole plot happens

once again, thank you so much for accepting and doing my request, I will cheer for you and all your works (and even more if they are haechan aus hehe), you’re the best writer ever, take care, have an amazing day, week, year, and life because you totally deserve it<3! ily

Hi, honey! Have you read it three times already??? I'm crying. Don't worry, english is not my first language either so I totally get you. I love these kinds of messages so you're not annoying at all. I read everything (you got your revenge because you made me cry, I love you so much for all the kind words) but I wanted to answer some points so let's go.

"because haechan kept acting super sweet and (kinda) touchy whenever she questioned him" Yeah, he really said gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. No, seriously, that was exactly what I wanted to show both because, of course, gaslight, but also because he was scared of losing her (unfortunately not because he still loved there, at the start yes, but because she became a habit)

"«Haechan was loyal, his charismatic and extrovert personality weren’t signs of being a cheater.» I HATE THIS SO MUCH CAUSE IT REMINDS ME OF MY EX OMG" NO PLEASE NOT YOUR EX TELL ME YOU TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF

About not being able to say what you really feel because you fear you're overreacting. I agree. That's the worst feeling ever because they are supposed to be the source of comfort and instead they are the ones hurting you more and as you said, you can't even said it out loud

<God I wish I could punch him rn> ME WHILE WRITING EVERY SINGLE LINE OF THIS STORY

Writing that first fight (when he calls her a bitch) was so hard because he was so cruel and at first I thought it was too much but then I kept it like this because it made sense. He was irritated by her presence but at the same time he feared of letting her go because she was the only thing he knew.

THE STORY OF US REFERENCE OMG YOUR BRAIN I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT BUT IT FITS SO MUCH!!!

"He came to apologize and still blamed her" THIS. I also wanted him to say more but I didn't write it because, as I said before, at that point it wasn't love but a habit (breaking my heart again). Also, it highlighted how she knew what he was doing (blaming her over and over) but had no strength to fight. I made her so selfless that it truly breaks my heart.

"The audacity of Haechan to even dare to ask why" I SCREAMED BUT YEAH he was so detached from reality like it wasn't even gaslighting he just couldn't read the room

" it almost feels like the relationship is on thin ice so one of them walks carefully while the other person is jumping on the surface and that is heartbreaking because someone is taking care of a relationship that's bound to break anytime meanwhile the other doesn't even care of what their actions will cause (bet this doesn’t even make any sense lmao)" No no, it makes so much sense because it's true. I haven't been cheated on when it comes to a relationship but I felt something similar with a friendship, when you're the only one that tries to fix it and keep it together it breaks you. (Reminds me of Come in with the rain by Taylor)  

HE DIDNT EVEN WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE TO GO INSIDE WITH BORA THIS SHOWS HOW HE DIDNT CARE ABOUT HER AT ALL he didn’t even take time to “grieve” for a second his 5 year old relationship Lmao I really painted him as an asshole now I wonder if I want too far. But yeah he truly is Mr perfectly fine i hate him

it gave me a little bit of satisfaction to know that at least, for a millisecond he felt something but then again he didn’t feel sorry he was just surprised that she was angry at him because in his mind he did nothing wrong I wanted to highlight how she never reacted all those years and always forgave him and that was what always let him get away with anything because that is the thing that always surprises 'abuser' every time, it's when the other fights back and they realize they can't trick them anymore.

Now back to the main message. You don't get how happy this made me. First of all, I'm relieved you loved this so much because I was so insecure about it, I didn't even want to post it because I thought it wasn't enough and also I made you wait two months so I thought you were going to kill me if it was also disappointing.

I'm sorry for making you cry so much but I'm also glad it helped you somehow. You are NEVER the one to blame when someone cheats on you or hurts you in a way, always remember that. And you deserve so much better than that asshole of your ex.

Oh my the original request was soo good you could've asked me anyway and I would've tried doing that but you know... maybe I could still do it. Like instead of writing happier next I can write 'enough for you' still from her pov and it can be centered on her healing/moving on process. '1 step forward, 3 steps back' could be like a spin-off/prequel maybe it could even be fluffier and go back in the line of their relationship. and then happier as the ending from Haechan pov. I'm worst than her so I'd probably make them end up together but I don't know, I never know what happens in my story. I want him to suffer for all the pain he put her through but I don't know... we'll see when I'll write it (and what I'll write)

Thank you so much for requesting it, reading and leaving such a nice comment, it seriously made my day! Take care too, I love you ♡♡

#anon answered

[babyboibucky]

Like Nicotine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up but he keeps on crawling back to you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: TW! Toxic relationship, implied smut nothing too graphic, cheating, angsty angst

A/N: Like I said, I needed to write something based on this song when I first heard it 😂 Writer zoomies is real y’all, I literally whipped out like idk 4 fics this week??? Anywaaay PLEASE listen to the song or at least search up the lyrics for the context 😌

MAIN MASTERLIST

You watched Bucky parade his new girl the same way he did to you a few years ago. A bitter chuckle escaped from your lips as you observed him and the way he treated her, so sweet and gentle. He only had eyes for her, she probably thinks she hit the jackpot with how Bucky was gazing at her lovingly.

Pathetic. If she only knew that Bucky gazed at you the same way last night.

Your eyes followed them as they walked around the party, with Bucky keeping a protective hand on the small of her back. And then you looked at her, how she moved and acted.

And the comparison began.

She's all rainbows and butterflies, sunshine radiating off of her beautiful smile. You were more of a rose, attractive enough to draw interest but full of thorns that tend to keep people away. Only the brave were able to touch you, but one prick is all it takes for them to let you go.

She tasted like strawberry lollipop, so sweet and addicting. You tasted like tequila, just as addicting but have a little too much and it'll leave you with a massive headache.

Bucky's eyes found you even admist the crowd and you smirked, raising your glass of whiskey in the air as acknowledgment. You kept an eye on him as you took a sip, your chest swelling with pride when he whispered something to his new girl before making his way towards you by the bar.

"I thought I told you not to come see me anymore."

You lifted a brow at Bucky, "Who said I came here for you?" you asked, taking out a box of cigarettes from your bag and offering some to Bucky.

He shook his head, "She asked me to stop." he said.

You shrugged and took one for yourself, letting it hang loosely on your lips as you reached for Bucky's shirt pocket. He watched your expression change when you fished out his lighter before using it. Up until this day, you knew where Bucky kept his lighter and you also knew that it wouldn't be easy for him to quit smoking.

To quit you.

"Asked you to stop huh?" you teased, placing the lighter back in Bucky's pocket before tapping his chest with your hand.

"Force of habit." Bucky merely said before glancing around, probably checking for his girl.

You laughed, "Easy, tiger. She trusts you too much to even worry where you went. If she didn't, she would have known about us a long time ago."

Bucky frowned when you blew a thin line of smoke right at his face, your lips curling into a sinister smile when you noticed his jaw tense up.

"I told you not to quit smoking cold turkey." you reminded Bucky, taking another stick from your box and placing it right between his lips.

Bucky glared at you but didn't budge nor stop you from reaching for his lighter again. Another victorious smile tugged at your lips when he let you light his cigarette. He took one long drag and threw his head back, humming in satisfaction at the first taste of nicotine on his tongue.

"We can't keep doing this." Bucky said, looking back again to check on his girlfriend.

It was entertaining for you to witness him tiptoe around her. She was so innocent, so naive to think that she had Bucky wrapped around her finger when you had him wrapped around your sheets for many nights now.

"Don't act like I'm the one knocking on your door at three in the morning." you snickered, taking another drag from your cigarette.

Bucky ran a hand over his stubble, "I made a mistake. I didn't mean to."

You laughed out loud, "You didn't mean to the first time you came crawling back to me. But then you kept on coming back for more, I don't think that's a mistake anymore."

How dare he accuse you of stealing him away from his new girl when he was the one sneaking behind her back? Why won't he just admit that he made a mistake of leaving you, that he was finding it hard to quit you?

Why won't he just leave her and come back to you?

"Why her?" you asked.

It was Bucky's turn to chuckle, "Do you really want to know?" he asked.

"I asked you, didn't I?" you shot back.

"Because she's everything you're not." Bucky responded immediately, too quickly for your liking.

It hurt to hear him say that to you, right in your face. You weren't the best girlfriend but you gave him your all. It wasn't an easy relationship, the fights became too toxic at times but you were willing to change. You needed him to help you but what did Bucky do?

You pricked him with your thorns just one time, one fucking time and then he dropped you. Just like that.

"Of course, she isn't like me. She doesn't let you fuck her the way I let you fuck me, doesn't give you the best fucking blowjobs in the world, doesn't satisfy you the same way I satisfied you."

"Shut up!" Bucky growled, his fists clenching.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pressed down your burnt cigarette against the ash tray. Bucky let out an exasperated breath, grabbing the glass of whiskey from your hand and drinking it down.

"Does she let you fuck her on the counter? I bet she doesn't. When you came home to her after you fucked me, did you let her kiss you? Did you let her taste me on your mouth?" you asked sharply.

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, "I did, actually. Because she feels like home and no matter how many nights we spent together, it's her that I'll always come home to. This has got to stop."

"You know I'm better than her. You just can't accept it. I'm the best one you ever had." you said through gritted teeth, eyes slowly brimming up with tears.

Maybe it was Bucky who always came to you, begging you for the pleasure he wasn't able to experience with her, but it was you who was still in love with him. Every single time he knocked on your door, you let him in even though it was breaking you apart.

Because Bucky was right, he found a home in her, something he never found in you.

It wasn't love for him anymore, it was just lust. And once that lust was gone, then it's all over for you.

"This is the last time I'll smoke." Bucky said, finishing his cigarette and throwing it into the ash tray.

It was easy to understand what Bucky truly meant by that. You were like nicotine and Bucky was once addicted to you. But just like any other drug or vice, there will always be a way to quit it no matter what.

As you watched Bucky leave you behind to go back to his girl, you couldn't help the bitterness that enveloped you. The way he looked at her, smiled at her and touched her made you realize that this was your greatest fear all along.

That Bucky was finally quitting you. For good.

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[goldenkirstein]

drunk aot boys hc's

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anonymous requested: Hey Raf, can I request some headcanons about what type of drunk Jean, Eren and Armin are and how they act when drunk, both in general and around their s/o? And you know, if they know their limits or don’t care because they enjoy being drunk and stuff. I just had this really random thought of Jean starting to give compliments to EVERYONE (and Eren is so weirded out when Jean tells him how soft his hair looks) and now I can’t stop wondering what they’d be like so yeah 😂

pairing: jean x gn! reader, eren x gn! reader, armin x gn! reader

wc: 1.3k+

tags: fluff, suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, vomiting, violence/aggression,

a/n: kind of got a little suggestive, but there's no smut. hope you enjoy reading, thank you for the request !!

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armin arlert:

He knows his limit, and on most days, he won’t drink past that, but sometimes on particularly stressful days, Armin thinks, one more drink won’t hurt. That thought is what gets him in trouble.

Usually, he’s easy to fluster when he is sober, but drunk Armin? Everyone is shocked at how unabashedly confident he is.

It does not matter if he has a s/o or not; he will be giggly and touchy and has no filter.

He gets very flushed, rosy cheeks and all.

Eren and Mikasa are unfazed by this; they have seen Armin drunk, but the others are shell-shocked when Armin starts singing back the lewd lyrics they use on him. He whispers them in your ear, and you have to pretend that he isn’t affecting you.

He begins making concoctions that will get him plastered and has to be physically restrained because:

Although it’s fun for him to forget about his worries for a night, he cannot handle his alcohol.

He wakes up with the worst hangovers, says that he will never drink again, which is a lie, but it’s a simple reassurance for the time being.

If everyone thinks he’s flirty and touchy when he’s with them, it just becomes dialed up to 100 when he is with you.

Usually, he gets blushy when you compliment him, but if they try it when he’s drunk? He will dish it back to them ten times worse.

“Yeah, I look pretty? You look even prettier when your clothes are-” “I know I did not hear Armin say what he just said to you. Who knew Arlert had such a foul mouth on him.”

He wants to be touching you 24/7; he’ll lean against you and quietly hum whatever song is playing, and if you push him off to go somewhere, he’ll get whiney and try to follow you wherever you are going.

He’s the type to wait for you outside the bathroom and continue talking to you, that is, if he can’t come inside.

He will try to kiss you, and drunk Armin kisses are almost always sloppy and messy, and as much as you try to push him away, he will end up landing a couple of kisses on your cheek and mouth-’adjacent’ area (his aim is kind of off).

Everyone likes going out to get drinks with him, he’s just fun to be around, and they also love seeing him enjoy himself for once and not worry about everyone else.

eren jaeger:

He is not a lightweight, but like Armin doesn’t get drunk often.

As such, he is usually assigned to taking care of the rest of them.

However, on the rare night where Eren does indulge, he becomes so reckless.

Eren will try to fight everyone, mostly Jean, though. It’s the worst when both of them are drunk and throwing punches (albeit missing most of them).

He will loop you in to participate in his antics, which almost always end up with him on the floor, and you need to pick him up and kiss him better (he plays his injuries up like a drama queen, just to secure a few more of those kisses).

He does get hungover the next day, but he doesn’t mind it too much because it happens so rarely.

Everyone is on high alert when it comes to drunk Eren because nine times out of ten, he is a danger to himself and occasionally can land a pretty mean punch.

One of the things he loves to do before he gets too drunk is to grab your jaw tilt it back to look at him, with a teasing glint in his eyes. He’ll wink at you and pour whatever he’s drinking down your throat and then gently close your mouth. If some of the drink spills from your lips, he’ll lean in and lick it up off your chin before kissing you and walking away to get another drink for himself.

When he’s wasted, he is not nearly as smooth, but Eren still thinks he is. He’ll try to talk to you up, but it’s just slurred words, with a crooked smile he thinks is a smirk.

He won’t be as touchy as Armin is, but there are a good few times where his arms are hooked around your neck, and he’s got you in a bear hug, mumbling, “everyone sucks; they made me get off the bar top, ‘m not talking ‘bout you though, you’re perfect.”

At some point, he does need to be tied up because he doesn’t know when to stop, and he will run away with his drinks if someone tries to take them from him.

When you try to take him home, he won’t recognize that it’s you, and he’ll just keep saying, “I have a partner, and even though you are very pretty, I’m a loyal man.” You just need to wait till he’s almost passed out because he’ll keep up this act as long he’s conscious.

Everyone enjoys his presence, but he can get quite out of control, so he taps out most of the time before he can get too drunk.

Jean Kirstein:

He doesn’t know his limit and, more often than not, crosses it; compared to the other two, he gets drunk more often.

Like Armin, he is a very flirty drunk, but he’s also super sloppy and has no filter whatsoever; he will say the first thing that pops into his mind.

He gets into fights with Eren, mostly because Eren provokes him, but in the same vein, he ends up complimenting Eren, something he would be caught dead doing if he was sober.

“You know what, jaeger? Your hair looks soft, I’ve been trying to figure out what to use for months, and I just can’t figure out your secret.” “Is this some new defensive technique you picked up? How am I supposed to hit you now?”

He genuinely thinks he’s the most competent person in the room, but he’s spewing out gibberish, and you don’t want to hurt his feelings, so you nod and pretend to understand him. Jean thinks his drunk babbling is what’s going to bring total world peace.

Nights with him always end up with Jean puking and spending the rest of the night in your lap, with you running your fingers through his hair. If you dare move your hand from his head, he’ll pout and take your hand and put it back on his head and won’t budge until he feels your fingers against his scalp.

Terrible hangovers; he doesn’t want to speak to anyone and spends the entire day in bed.

He becomes super affectionate with his friends and you. Jean’s a sweet man, but he doesn’t let anyone get to see his vulnerable side, so when he’s drunk, he lets everyone know what he thinks about them.

When Armin isn’t drinking, Jean is usually the one who tries to fluster him the most. When he succeeds, he’ll turn his attention to you and try to make you squirm.

Jean ends up confessing many things when he’s drunk; he tells you that he loves you for the first time when he’s drunk. The following morning, he acts like he doesn’t remember; Jean does, though and ends up properly telling you that he loves you later in the day.

His having no filter and his wayward confessions are also how he gets into fights with Eren. Jean lands a few good punches, but he tires himself out and just opts to hug Eren and tell him how much he appreciates him, despite Eren’s stubbornness.

Everyone loves having him around, but they have to watch out when he gets sappy or look out for him puking (he has ruined a good amount of furniture).

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this !! any feedback is appreciated i don't drink bshshs so i hope this sounded sorta realistic idk, i'm getting through the last couple of my requests now :)

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[cryptiql]

thus always to tyrants

pairing: shouta aizawa/m!reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of blood, injury and death. some mildly suggestive dialogue and major spoilers from the manga

a/n: i'm gonna have to go into hiding for posting this 🏃 also idk if aizawa turned out ooc or not so here's to hoping my first attempt was good enough

shouta never liked to dance. he still doesn't—he's sure of it—but there's something so ethereal about watching you twirl around the kitchen, oblivious to the world as your graceful steps fall with a light tap tap tapping against the porcelain tiles. there's a scattered resonance of static rupturing the mellow tune that rises from the far corner of the living room, where an old gramophone sits, still glistening from yesterday's polish. you had always been fascinated by the twentieth century, and shouta was too fond of you at the time to ignore your yearning, and thus came about your first date: a trip to an antique shop where the relic was found, caked in dust from an absence of attention, and in desperate need of a touch up.

you were more than happy to oblige, and although the stoic man had once not seen the purpose of owning such a thing, it was now growing on him, and perhaps he used this as an excuse when throwing on your favorite record just to hear you sing. how could he not, with those honeyed lyrics dripping from your tongue like molasses; sweet upon his ears and thick in his throat when he swallows, his adoration swelling in tune with the dulcet string of notes playing from the gramophone's horn?

his eyes wander to the shape of your lips; parted into a sheepish grin as your lilting tone grows feeble from under the noise of the screeching kettle; and shouta realizes, with a start, that he isn't so far from grace as he thought. in that same moment, he watches you struggle on the tips of your toes, your hand outstretched but never quite reaching the coffee mug perched on the highest shelf. it's a sight to behold, especially when your shirt rides up to reveal the bare plains of your lower back—arched beautifully and begging for the soft, teasing kiss of his lips—but however tempting the notion, he manages to brush it under the rug when you bite out a curse.

"okay, sho, i think you've done enough bragging about your superior three inch height difference, now come over here and help me."

a rare laugh rumbles from his chest as he shuffles towards you and slips his arms around your waist, reveling in the way your breath hitches. rather than doing as requested, shouta presses his nose into your hair and inhales the faint scent of pomegranate and mandarin, his stubble grazing the nape of your neck and encouraging a halfhearted whine from you.

he has been reminded on many occasions; one being when he shaved for the press meeting without telling you, and was met with your distraught, fumbling rambles; that you love his scruff, and while the less scratchy kisses the better, his roguish appearance is very much alluring and always manages to make up for the ragged red lines painting your chin after a heated make-out session.

shouta only pulls away to bombard your neck and shoulders with slow, wet kisses, and when pausing to give you a breather, he chuckles at your protests and how your face has warmed from his gentle ministrations. he can feel it as he brushes his scarred knuckles across your cheeks, and to his delight, they grow even hotter when he rubs yours and his together briefly. yeah, i've had my fun, he thinks with a smirk, and shouta shows his mercy by stretching so that he may reach over you to grab the mug. but in doing so, he also steps forward and stubs his toe on the cupboard below the sink, and the pain sends him reeling for all the wrong reasons.

with one hand still poised above his head, the other slowly moves down to tug at the bottom hem of his pants. he notices the feeling of flannel sliding up his leg first, and then the aching pressure on the balls of his feet, and then the rock sitting in the pit of his stomach as it all sinks in.

his leg is supposed to be missing. . .isn't it? the hem is pulled up to his knee now, and he can see the hairs standing on end as a gust of cool breeze carries in from the gaping window.

no—not the window, but the open air, which ruffles his hair and carries with it the aroma of wildflowers. shouta doesn't know how or why he now stands in the middle of a field, clad in a white button up and dirt stained slacks, but it's hardly important, because there you are again, adorned in a similar fashion and bounding towards him through the tall grass. his years of hero training and fight-or-flight instincts (fueled by an unhealthy but—all things considered—expected amount of ptsd from said hero training) should have caused him to tense up in response and impulsively reach for the capture weapon which, to his further confusion, was not wrapped around his neck, but this is you.

you; the love of his life; the tie to whatever sanity remains in his shriveled old heart; his motivation to return home in spite of death's proclivity to knock upon his door, no matter how tightly bolted shut. you could never hurt him.

shouta knows this routine all too well, which is why his arms open so naturally to accommodate for your embrace, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. you practically hurl yourself at him, a plethora of elated giggles dissolving into the atmosphere as you hook your legs together and send him falling onto his back. for a moment, he actually begins to worry, because the ground is only so soft and his middle-aged body is not well adapted to the feeling of roots and thistles digging into his spine. however, as the minutes tick by, he notices that the dreaded sensation has yet to make an appearance, and he gradually shifts in place to test the waters with uncertainty.

your lips meet his, abruptly, fervently, and shouta finds it harder and harder to suppress the buzzing that erupts from the back of his skull like a hive of bees. or perhaps—yes, there's a bumble bee buzzing about the patch of daises by his head, then zipping between you both and unwittingly dusting his wrinkled nose with pollen. it would have been particularly bothersome if the creature didn't remind him so much of you.

"i can hear you thinking." you mumble before diving in for another kiss, this time just sampling the traces of black coffee on shouta's tongue. strangely enough, he can't remember drinking any this morning, nor waking up in the first place. all he can taste is cherry lip-gloss—your favorite and his.

your thumb is rubbing small circles on the back of his hand, silently encouraging him to speak his mind. instead, he kisses you again, and again, and again, wondering when your blissful sighs became the most beautiful sound to him, and how he was blessed with such luck, being the only person to hear them.

"i just love you," he answers after a while, and despite its truth, something visceral and somber begins to fester inside of him as the words linger. you don't take notice of the sour expression shouta wears while trailing your lips across his jawline, soon traveling upward. they press lightly; almost indiscernibly; against his right eyelid, and he his overcome by that same sense, like free falling in a dream. when the fall finally comes to an end—however long it might have been—a repulsive feeling he wishes he hadn't the burden of knowing urges him to push you away.

"sho?"

he reaches, tentatively, to touch where you kissed, and his frown deepens. his eye is supposed to be missing, too—the wounded area being hidden beneath a patch that you yourself helped make. your hands brace themselves on his shoulders and squeeze, and suddenly, he knows why it feels so wrong.

"darling, what's wro—"

the scenery changes once more.

shouta blinks, bewildered, and hangs on your voice with bated breath, a semblance of desolation resting in the space next to him. he waits, and waits, and waits, but is met only with an unsettling silence. the imprint of your body still lingers on the mattress, and the sheets smell of your cologne, but you aren't there to be framed under the moons glow; encapsulating the galaxy within your weary eyes, half lidded and staring at him as if he's still the only star worth seeing.

then, without a thought to his surroundings, shouta sits upright in the bed and scrambles for something, anything to ground him. it should be you. it should be you, surrounding him in your love and holding him like he's made of glass because you always told him it's what he deserves, after all he's been through, but you're not here. why aren't you here? while searching for the lamp, his hands fumble too wildly and too close to the framed picture beside it, and his reflexes are all but useless as it falls to the floor with a crash, narrowly missing one of his beloved cats. the one in question, named lemony—a sleek white with cream colored spots—barely reacts to the ruckus and leaps onto shouta's lap, nudging his stomach with her nose.

he should be grateful for her attempts to calm him down, albeit ineffective ones, but as he struggles to level his breathing, the incessant pawing at his night shirt becomes more of an inconvenience than anything. with as much care as possible, he grabs lemony by the scruff and places her on your side of the bed, pausing briefly to claw at his chest, where an indescribable ache is forming the longer he stares at it. shouta's gaze falls upon the picture frame, encircled by a halo of shattered glass, and his heart drops at the sight of your smiling face, encapsulated by the polaroid photo that once sat within it.

he shifts his weight onto the palms of his hands and shuffles backwards, brows knitted and eyes clenched shut in hopes that it will lessen the ringing in his ears.

"y/n!" he rasps, and that's about all he can do.

he feels fucking pathetic.

he's folding inward on himself, wracked with sobs that lack tears, scabbed fingers raking down the nape of his neck just to feel something because you aren't here to do it for him, and if that wasn't bad enough, he feels guilty for not having the strength to leave the bed and look for you. he's been reduced to a mess, all because of a little nightmare, and now a whole new problem has appeared. weren't you his dream? weren't you the reason he could go to sleep in the first place, without being plagued by by visions of loved ones, alive and well as opposed to rotting in the ground.

shouta's head snaps up at the sound of footsteps, and the panic diminishes almost entirely at the thought of you rushing to his aid, just like you always had, from the second you met. the footsteps are pounding; grinding his resolve into dust; by the time the door swings open, no doubt leaving a knob shaped dent in the wall. and there you are, a spectacle—even when cloaked in suffocating shadows—standing in the doorway, breathing ragged. but only briefly.

hizashi stands in your place not two seconds later, hair unkempt, glasses askew, and his shirt obviously thrown on during the last minute.

"where is he?" shouta whispers, the beginnings of malice laced in his tone. something he isn't quite sure of dawns upon the blonde's guise, and the silence that washes over them is deafening.

"where is he!?" hizashi starts at his voice, trembling with a fury he's heard far too many times before. his demands are ignored as he crosses the room and seizes shouta in a smothering hold, which only tightens the more he proceeds to struggles against it. and hizashi, holding back cries of his own, takes every punch and kick that the man throws, all until they grow too weak to bruise.

the tears arrive in waterfalls, streaming down shouta's cheeks and onto his raw bitten lips, where the memory of your cherry lip-gloss is replaced by a salty tang. the howls and bawls that creep from his throat are swallowed by hizashi's chest, but it merely urges the other to weep harder, the guttural sounds echoing throughout the small expanse. shouta fights within hizashi's grip for another moment, then glances back down to where the picture frame would be, if it were not in favor of the broken urn, and the engagement ring that sits beside it, covered in ashes.

he wishes that the sight didn't remind him of you, collapsing as a heap of cinders at his feet. he wishes he could forget the grating chime of tomura's laughter when it happened. he wishes you weren't dead.

"he's gone, sho. it was just a dream."

it hits him like a train, crushing him under the wheels and painting the tracks red with blood, but it hurts worse than he can describe.

shouta never liked to dance, but he'd promised you the first one at your wedding.

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[hajimine]

BETWEEN THE NOTES — SEMI EITA x GN!READER

synopsis: for as long as you can remember, you and Semi Eita have always hated each other—but a couple of tender glances and one too many bottles of beer later, you find out that maybe you were looking at it the wrong way this whole time.

genre: fluff, (kinda) enemies to lovers, musician!au, mutual pining but they’re both idiots, jealousy, etc.

warnings: alcohol + intoxication (nothing bad happens), slight suggestive themes, vulgar language, kinda fast paced?

wc: ~2.5k

to: @archivednikes happy birthday shawdy <3

special thanks to: @rintaroll for beta-ing & telling me a lil bit about how bands work and stuff bc idk shit lol :,)

“Semi, get your ass moving,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me late.”

He gives you a smug look and raises a slitted eyebrow. “Did something crawl up your ass and died? What’s up with you?”

You exhale heavily through your nose and stare at him, unimpressed.

“We gotta catch the afternoon train if you wanna reach the venue in time for our gig. This is a really good opportunity for me, don’t you dare mess it up.” you say, gathering the last of your things for the trip.

There is a tingling sensation crawling down your spine, as if someone is staring at you. You look over your shoulder curiously, opening your mouth to utter another snarky remark to get your partner to stop gawking around and get ready.

But the intensity behind his gaze caught you by surprise.

Those hazel eyes of his—ones that are usually sharp and cold—held a sort of softness in them as he looks at you. When you caught him staring, his gaze did not falter one bit.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from traveling down the perfect slope of his nose, continuing down to his pouty lips.

As much as you hate him, you can’t deny that Semi Eita is an attractive man. Heck, even the word attractive isn’t enough to express how infuriatingly hot he is.

Your gaze stays on his lips for a second too long. Have they always looked this soft and inviting?

The dry cough from the opposite side of the room is the only thing that managed to break you out of this trance. Semi Eita’s trance.

Your manager stands by the door, tapping her foot on the wooden tiles impatiently.

“Now, lovebirds,” she narrows her eyes, “Save the PDA for tonight, yeah? We’ve got a schedule to follow.”

You roll your eyes at her, cheeks uncomfortably warm. And just like that, the strange yet tender moment you shared with Semi dissipated into thin air.

。。。

You don’t know if you should take pity on the gray-haired singer or if you should laugh at him.

Currently, Semi’s head is bowed down in shame as he gets an earful from his manager in the middle of a crowded train.

You see, the four of you should’ve arrived at the venue by now. Both your managers are very strict about schedules, and they planned to arrive at the bar two hours before the agreed time.

Thankfully, his bandmates have been a little more punctual than him and have successfully boarded the 4pm train. But Mr. Popular right here just had to stop every few minutes to take pictures with every single fan he met on the way to the station.

“It’s half past five now,” his manager whisper-shouts, “Do you know what that means?”

Semi tries to give her an awkward smile to calm her down. It doesn’t work.

“It’s rush hour! What if we won’t reach the bar in time? It could ruin both your careers, do you know that?” she glares at Semi once again, but there is less bite in her voice now.

“I’m sorry,” Semi starts, plastering a charming smile on his face, “I only wanted to be nice to the fans. Wouldn’t make too good of an impression if I just ignored them, no?”

His manager sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated. She motions for Semi to stop talking with a wave of her hand.

The singer grins, and out of the corner of your eyes, you can sense his sharp gaze on you once more.

You try to ignore it.

。。。

When your group reaches the bar, Semi’s bandmates are almost done preparing themselves for the gig.

The bar is dimly lit and cool, the multitudes of warm overhead lighting being the only source of light in the room. It’s not too busy tonight, you observe. Some people still donned their work clothes, perhaps rushing over to the bar right after a long day at work—mingling around with friends to let loose for a little and enjoy themselves.

“Dude, where were you?” Aito asks, eyebrows turned downwards in a frown.

Semi pats the guitarist on the side of his head, “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time to prepare.”

Aito rolls his eyes, completely used to his bandmate’s antics.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “By the way, are we gonna have a little after party later?”

“Uh,” Semi’s eyes flicker towards you for one second, then back to Aito, “I dunno man, might be too tired to get wasted tonight.”

The guitarist narrows his eyes. He didn’t miss the way Semi’s gaze lingered on you.

“Y/N,” Aito smirks. “You coming to the after party?”

You were listening to their conversation this whole time, finding the whole exchange quite amusing.

“Eh, I don’t see why not,” you smile sweetly, “It’s gonna be even better now that this dude isn’t coming anyways.” You pointed your thumb at the vocalist.

From where he’s standing, you hear Semi scoff.

“Y’know what?” he sneers, “On second thought, I am going. How does that make you feel, huh?”

You shrug, feigning indifference.

“I literally do not care.”

“Piss off.”

Aito throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head as he walks away from the scene, muttering about people being too clueless and dense for their own damn good.

You adjusted your equipment bag on your shoulder, exhaling loudly to try and calm your heart down.

。。。

It is in moments like these that you remember why you decided to go forth with this career path, no matter how rocky it may be.

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sing the lyrics of you and Semi’s song; every ounce of the jittery nerves you had just a few moments ago long gone.

There’s nobody else in this world that can ever take your place

Some of the customers are listening intently, others just nodding along to the song, and the rest not even listening at all.

You could hear your heartbeat thumping loudly against your chest, the sweat trickling down your forehead and into your eyes making it harder for you to see the crowd.

And when the day’s all done and dusted, all I ever need is to be in your arms again

You whip your head towards Semi, just like the countless times you rehearsed this song together.

“It shows chemistry,” your manager had said, “play it up for the crowd, will ya?”

The butterflies in your stomach flutters about restlessly when you notice that Semi has been looking at you this whole time.

His eyes—sharp and intense—held your gaze, unabashed. Steady. Sure.

Will you stay tonight? ‘Cause baby you’re all that I need, and you’re all that I want.

And in that moment, with your eyes locked on each other, the world seems to stop.

Nothing else matters, Semi’s lopsided smile says, only you.

。。。

The performance flew by in the blink of an eye, and it’s a little past midnight now. As promised, your managers held a little after party in the shared lounge of your penthouse suite.

It’s not as fancy as it sounds, you smile to yourself. There are suspicious stains on the gray carpet, and the furniture smells vaguely of cigarette smoke and sweat.

Bottles of beers have already littered the floor and glass table, and you haven’t even started drinking.

“Duuuude,” Yuuto slurs, “Why are ya so tense for?”

The bassist points at you and Semi, eyelids drooping as he tries his best to keep them open.

“C’mon guys,” Aito clasps his shoulders and massages them roughly, “Relax a little, we did amazing tonight.”

Semi shrugs his friend’s hands away, annoyed. He snatches an unopened bottle of beer from the cooler and opens the cap with his teeth.

You gulp. He hands you the bottle wordlessly before grabbing another one for himself, chugging it down quickly. You mirror his actions, hoping that the alcohol can dull the annoying fluttering in your stomach that refuses to leave ever since the two of you shared that intimate moment on stage.

For fuck’s sake, what’s going on with me?

Your trick works, in a way. Your stomach feels pleasantly warm now, and your breathing has finally evened out. Another unopened bottle of beer lays invitingly on the couch and you reach for it, opting for a bottle opener instead of doing it like Semi.

“Bro,” Yuuto grins at the singer, drool threatening to leave the corner of his mouth, “Did’ya see that blonde chick in the front row? She was hardcore eye-fucking you dude.”

“Ah,” Semi takes another swig of his beer, a cute flush blossoming in his cheeks.

Wait, what. Cute?

“She gave me her number when we were gathering up our stuff.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“You gonna hit her up or what?” Aito teases, smirking.

The singer shrugs, “Maybe, I dunno.”

Your breath hitches, and Aito’s smirk widens. You raise your eyebrows at him, silently telling him to fuck off.

“Where’s Kai?” you hear Semi ask. Come to think of it, you haven’t seen the drummer since after the show was over.

“Oh,” the guitarist laughs, “Fucker left us for some girl he saw in the bar. Might see him tomorrow morning, might not. Who knows?”

The vocalist hums and walks over to where you’re sitting, plopping down on the old couch.

“The managers?” Semi casually drapes his arm on the back of the sofa. You feel yourself tensing as your heart races uncontrollably, and the singer looks over at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Aito scratches the back of his neck, quickly losing interest in the conversation.

“They decided to sleep in early. Long day, I guess.”

Semi nods and rests his head on the top of the couch, exposing his defined jawline. His eyelashes look so pretty from this angle, they’re long and fluttery and they almost…

Huh?

“Eita, are you gonna hit that blonde girl up or nah?” Aito provokes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You clench your teeth and reach for yet another bottle—your fourth one this past hour. Or fifth. You don’t bother counting. Semi looks over at you again, but this time his eyes holds a sort of concern in them. You scoff to yourself.

“Uh,” the singer looks at his friend weirdly, “Why are you so insistent on this? I did say maybe didn’t I?”

Aito laughs. You almost recoil in disgust.

“Oh nothing,” he chuckles, “It’s just that she’s really hot and she’s your type so—”

You stand up abruptly, knocking over some empty beer bottles by accident. The regret is immediate. You can feel the acid in your stomach traveling up your esophagus, tickling the back of your throat.

Semi quickly stands up when you clasp a hand over your mouth, trying your best to hold it together.

“Shit,” he mutters, “You okay?”

He rubs tiny circles on the small of your back, an action that’s supposed to be soothing but instead causes tingles to run up and down your spine. You shiver.

Another wave of nausea hits before you could respond, causing your knees to almost give out under you.

“Whoa there, angel,” Semi wraps his arm around your waist, holding you flush to his side to support your weight.

You groan softly as your head spins uncomfortably. Droplets of cold sweat is starting to form on your forehead, adding another layer of discomfort upon you.

“You wanna go to your bedroom?” Semi murmurs close to your ear. You shiver again. At this, Semi thought that you’re freezing so he drapes his leather jacket on your shoulders, holding you close.

You nod weakly as you try to blink the black spots in your vision away.

From somewhere around the room, you hear Aito snicker, “Stay safe!”

You turn your head around to give him a deathly glare, but all you see is a big blob of blurriness.

Dammit.

。。。

Semi takes the key card from your bag and pushes the door open, placing your duffel bag on the floor after

He guides you to the bathroom—with gentleness you rarely see from him—and sets the toilet cover down so you can sit on it while he wets a towel with the running tap water.

“You still feel dizzy?” he asks, voice soft.

You stare at his fingers as he wrings the towel and shakes your head.

Semi holds out the cloth and pats your forehead with it, the coolness allowing you to feel a little more refreshed.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he wipes the back of your neck carefully.

Shit. Has he always been this thoughtful?

You shake your head again, telling him that you just want to go to sleep.

He sighs and gives you a half-smile, holding out his arm to help you to the bed.

Semi still has it in him to give you a little but of privacy as you wiggle out of your tight jeans, looking away until you slip under the covers.

He helps you pull the plush white comforter closer to your chest, tucking you in.

Your mind doesn’t feel as hazy as it was a few hours ago, but the leftover alcohol coursing through your veins gave you a sort of boost to your impulses.

“Eita,” you whisper, reaching out towards the singer, “Stay?”

The singer halts in his steps and turns to look at you.

“Uh, I don’t know Y/N,” he starts, “You’re drunk right now.”

“No I’m not,” you say, steady voice proving your point. “Please?”

Semi glances over at the door and sighs. He chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds before sighing again.

“Okay.”

。。。

You’re struggling to open your eyes when you wake up, the harsh sunlight streaming into the room completely unfiltered.

Drunk you completely forgot to close the blinds, it seems.

You groan audibly, wanting to pull the covers above your head to hide yourself from this cruel world.

You freeze. Why can you feel someone’s soft breaths on the crown of your head?

Nervously, you reach out in front of you, eyes still shut closed. Oh no.

You force your eyes open, grimacing from the sudden brightness. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Semi Eita, your supposed nemesis, is sleeping soundly a few inches away from you, arms wrapped around your waist.

What the hell happened last night?

A small squeak leaves your mouth as you fully realize the situation you’re in. The small noise wakes Semi up from his slumber, causing him to slowly open his eyes, squinting at the bright light.

“Morning, angel,” he croaks, voice raspy with sleep.

My god does he look pretty in the morning.

You stay there, frozen and unblinking. All the words at the tip of your tongue seem to disappear from existence.

Semi blinks, sitting up quickly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rubs his eyes vigorously, “I should’ve said no when you asked me to stay. Fuck, you were drunk and I—”

You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you, a small smile gracing your lips.

Your thumb grazes Semi’s bottom lip, dragging it down every so slightly before releasing it, enjoying the way he seems to unravel under your touch.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?” you murmur, trying to keep your cool as your heart hammers against your chest loudly.

At this, Semi breaks out of his reverie and laughs, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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