#yeah i'm announcing this all dramatic like what of it

[theradicalace]

i have officially started my most ambitious, and possibly most unadvisable, bizarre terraria project!

welcome, friends and enemies, to “mine all”, a throwaway terraria world in which i plan to mine EVERY. SINGLE. BLOCK. i want this world to be empty when i’m done with it. small world because i may be stupid, but i’m not that stupid.

#ace rambles #terraria #yeah i'm announcing this all dramatic like what of it #i like to have fun sometimes #terraria mining project #<- block that tag if you think this is stupid/boring because this will Not be the last post i make about it #ace's weird passion projects

[darlingshane]

Professor Castle

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank has a weakness and it's named after you. No matter how much he tries to push you away he always returns to the same point.

CW: 18+. Explicit, Smut, Angst, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Fingering, Making out, Professor/Student relationships, Age Gap, Reader is an undergrad student in her early 20s. [I know this is very problematic. Don't come at me. It's just fiction.]

Word Count: 2.8k // AO3 Link.

A/N: This was inspired by this picture of Jon in Origin. I couldn't write for that character in particular, so I thought Frank was the best choice for it, even if it's a lot OOC.

As you muster the courage to enter and confront Professor Castle, you observe him through the cracked door of his office. He looks as good as ever, freshly shaved, in one of his Bexley plaid shirts in white with blue plaid lines, and a dark tweed blazer on top. His hair has slightly curled from the humid weather. His glasses slip a little over the bridge of his nose when he looks down, and he pushes them back in place before tucking a folder in his leather case. You haven't seen him in a few days. Even when you submitted the form to drop his class you managed to leave it on his desk yesterday after he left home. And just early this morning before getting to campus you got an email from him from his uni account, formally denying your request to drop. You don't give a fuck about failing and having to take another course with a different teacher but after what he told you last weekend, you can't stay in his class any longer. It'd be like torture having to see him and not being able to be with him like you desire to.

Of course, you don't ever want to get him in trouble either, he has a lot more to lose than you. But if he doesn't want to see you anymore, then so don't you. So, after a moment of consideration you just clench your fist as hard as you can, set your jaw straight, and storm into the office without announcing yourself. The door slamming the door behind you is what alerts him of your presence. The loud sound makes his head snap up to look at you, standing as tall as you can.

“You can't force me to stay in your class.” You say firmly without raising your voice.

His brow knits behind the thin frame of his glasses as he processes your intrusion.

“No, I guess I can't force you. But I can't let you drop either. You missed the deadline. Unless you have a good excuse like a serious medical condition or emergency the school is not going to let you withdraw at this point. It's out of my hands.”

“Does dying of heartbreak count as a medical emergency?”

“Jesus Christ, you theater kids are really dramatic.”

“Hey, you're the one who told me to join a club.”

“Yeah, but I meant something else like uh… the debate team, the honor society, the newspaper, or the fucking model UN.”

“Well, I made my choice and so did you. I can't just keep showing up at your class and pretend that nothing happened. Can you just think of something? If I meant anything to you… just give me this, Frank.”

You never said his first name before on school grounds. It sounds like a curse word as it slips out of your mouth.

“There are only two months left. That's nothing. Are you telling me you're willing to throw all of that away for me?”

“Yes, because if I can't have you then I can't see you either.”

You catch when his Adam's apple anxiously goes up and down as you say that.

“This is all my fault. I should've never… I should've put a stop to it when I had the chance.”

“Frank—” You take a step closer to his desk, but he promptly holds a placating palm in the air to push you to a stop.

“Don't. Please. Don't throw away your future for me or for anyone for that matter. You're smart and young and strong enough to endure a few more classes. You'll be getting your bachelor's next year, sweetheart. After that… you won't even remember I was ever part of your life.”

“I won't ever forget. I'm begging you. Just let me go or take me back… but…” your frustration knots in your throat. “Stop pushing me away. I know you love me.”

“It doesn't matter if I do. We both have a lot to lose if they find out.”

“Nobody will. We'll be more careful… We could just start over somewhere else, just you and me.”

“Life is not a movie. It doesn't work like that. I know it feels like a matter of life or death right but when you're older—”

“Don't patronize me. I know what I feel. Just take me out of your class or don't. I won't show up either way.”

You turn around to leave the room at once but Frank quickly shuffles behind you and as you reach to grab the handle, he holds the door closed and secures the lock before your eyes.

“So help me God, you're gonna be the end of me, sweetheart.” His tone changes to an octave graver that sends a chill through your spine.

“What are you doing?” You turn around as he steps so awfully close you can capture the strong scent of his aftershave.

“You're going to stay in my class. Front row. Every Wednesday at 10. Then, you're going to ace your final in May. I don't ever wanna hear you again saying otherwise. Is that clear?” He states as a matter of fact, as if you had no choice but to comply with his demand.

“Why are you so convinced I will?”

You watch him up close as he takes off his glasses and lifts his opposite hand to frame your jaw. With conflicted thoughts he pushes your back against the wall, as his face leans to seize your mouth. Professor Castle slowly spells with his tongue all the secrets kept between you in just one beautiful kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Is that enough?” His head pulls back as he sets his glasses back over his eyes as you smooth the lapels of his blazer.

“I'm not sure,” you draw a breath and let the bookbag hanging on your shoulder fall to the floor. “I think I'm gonna need a bigger incentive.”

“There's never enough for you, huh?” he holds your jaw again and tilts your head to the side as he buries his mouth in the crook of your neck.

His lips hold some sort of spell that enchants your body with just a few nips on your skin. The tip of his tongue is laced with poison that intoxicates each and all of your senses as it juts out to leave a wet trace from your collarbone to the back of your ear before pulling back. His eyes turn darker behind the glass as he locks eyes with you. Your pulse picks up in your chest as he licks his lips and allows lust to take over. He watches his thumb trace the shape of your mouth before fiercely succumbing to the temptation of your lips once more, with feeling.

As your arms curl around his neck, his hands travel beneath the hem of your striped, knitted sweater to bask in the warmth of your skin. The sloppy sounds of your kisses sound like sin in this room. You should stop. He should too. But neither of you have enough strength to push the other away.

One of his hands stays pressed on your spine while the other travels down your denim skirt and slips underneath the hem. Hiking it up, his large palm shamelessly grabs your ass, molds your flesh to the shape of his fingers over your panties. Your skin quickly heats up and your mind swirls along the maddening rhythm of his tongue. He presses himself so hard against you, it feels like he's already fucking you, but it's the illusion of his fingers bluntly sliding between your legs and pressing over your opening, stirring a good moan out of you.

“Sh, sh…” he breaks the kiss and whispers a millimeter away from your mouth. “Gotta be quiet now, yeah?”

You simply nod, having his eyes gauging your expression changing as his hand viciously massages your pussy.

“Like that?” His lips pull up at the corners, and you mirror his expression as you softly pant.

“Fuck yeah.”

Then, you close your eyes and press your forehead to his shoulder, keeping your hands anchored to his arms as your juices stain the fabric of your underwear.

“You're dripping, sweetheart.” His voice echoes in your ear. “Is this what you want?”

He presses harder as your grip on him tightens.

“Yeah.”

For a second you think he's going to finish you right there but all of a sudden he stops.

“C'mere,” he locks your arms around his neck before lifting your ass in his hands without much effort. You tuck your legs around his hips as he takes turns around and walks toward the desk.

Keeping you secured in one arm, Frank blindly moves the stuff in the middle before carefully lowering you down on the wooden surface. While you lay on your back, he sits on his chair and brings your ass close to the edge. Instead of letting your legs dangle, he places your feet on each arm of his chair as he kisses one of your knees.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin as he rolls down the fabric of one of your thigh-high stockings to uncover your leg. He does the same with the other stocking before letting his lips get his reward.

The inside of your thigh leads a straight road down to hell. After last weekend, he promised himself he would never cross that line again, but he has a weakness, and it’s named after you. It's taken him through a dangerous path that puts everything he ever believed into question. He could lose his job and his reputation if someone were to cross the door to his office and find you spread like a meal ready to consume. It's lunchtime after all, and he can't think of anything better to feast on other than you. His lips trail that perdition-paved road on your thigh as his fingers softly brush the back of your leg. Your skin sticks out as you pull your knees further apart to make room for his face as it gets closer to your center. The corner of his glasses gently pokes the top of your thigh when he reaches that crucial point. You bite your lip and stare at the broken fixture on the ceiling and try to keep yourself from moaning when he pulls your panties to the side. He stretches the fabric as far as it goes, it makes a tearing sound, but it doesn't break. You couldn't care less if he rips them apart. It wouldn't be the first time either. He’s ruined two pairs already. Professor Castle has a wild side that only comes untamed when he’s with you. But this is different. He's never gone down on you right in his own office on campus like he's about to do. You both know the implications of that, but rules be damned right now. All that worry floats out of your head as his tongue makes first contact with your pussy. He draws a line from your opening up to your clit ever so softly before pulling your outer lips apart and diving in. He has just an ounce of restraint himself from going too hard and making you scream out in pleasure, even though he wants so badly to suck on your clit to hear you pleading for more. To stir out of your voice call out his name and title out of sheer joy. But he holds back. He presses an array of kisses and nibbles all over your folds as you close your eyes to focus on the torturing slow pace of his tongue. Your nipples are hard as a rock under your bra, your legs strain to stay in position when Frank slowly laps around your clit, collecting your arousal as your breathing hollows. He places a palm on your stomach, right under your sweater and catches the effects of his mouth in the way your body reacts. There’s an added edge to doing this right here, it makes his cock throb in his underwear as you mumble his name.

“Frank.” It comes out as a murmur, and he hums against your tender skin before going a little harder. There’s only so much he can do to up the pace and make you come without alerting anyone behind that door of what’s happening inside.

We'll be more careful, you said. He eats out your words straight out of your sex.

To speed up the process uses his other hand to slip two fingers into your opening and press on your g-spot. Your back arches in response. Frank has to press that hand on your abdomen a little harder to keep you from squirming too much. It feels like an eternity until you reach the point of no return, once you're there you can feel that fire burning bright at your core as a mind-numbing chill settles at the back of your head. You've never felt that intense jolt sparking your body like fireworks before. Then again you don't have much to compare him to other than the one and only boyfriend you had when you started college.

You grip at his hair as he cues your orgasm. With a strong flick of his tongue and that adamant pressing of your walls you finally come undone. You bury a moan in your throat as every cell of your body is touched by that wildfire that travels from your center out in every direction. It curls your toes in your shoes, your eyes shut, your knees clench together before he can pull his face away. As the orgasm ebbs he sets himself free from your thighs and watches you descend from cloud nine. He uses a tissue to clean up your cunt and fixes your panties to their former position. Then, Frank settles your legs down as your body goes completely limp, and straightens your skirt over your thighs with such love it almost makes you cry.

“Frank,” your voice comes out watery.

“Sh, it's okay, baby. I know. Come here.” He helps you up and pulls you onto his lap.

“I missed you.”

“I know.” He smiles against your hair as he snuggles you against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

You clear your throat and stay still for a minute while his hand soothes your back before noticing he’s still hard.

“Do you want me to take care of this?” You fondle his bulge over his pants.

“No, that’s okay. That’s my punishment for hurting you.” He takes your hand away, brings it up to his lip to kiss your knuckles.

“You really have a thing for punishment, huh?” You quip, lifting your head to look at him. It’s then that you notice his messed up hair and send our fingers to fix it.

“Not as much as you do.” His hand pats your ass reminding you of all those times you've begged him to spank you when you were being a brat.

You laugh as you take off his glasses and use the hem of your sweater to clean them.

“Can I come over this weekend?” You ask putting his eyewear back on.

“I have that wedding I told you about. Can't get out of it, I'm the best man.”

“Right. Of course. One of your marine buddies. Florida, right?”

“Yeah.” His stare goes down as he massages your hand thinking that maybe… “You could come with me if you want.”

“I uh… I don't think I'm ready for that.”

“No, you are. Nobody will know you there, and I don't wanna keep lying about you, at least not to my friends. They won't give a fuck, you know? I'm tired of being set up for blind dates and shit.”

“Oh, it must be really hard being you.” You mock.

“Don't laugh. Just think about it. It'll be something casual at the beach. I'll get you a ticket if you're worried about that.”

“I really changed your mind, did I? That's a full 180 from what you said the other day, Frank. Are you sure you want this?”

“Yeah, I was only fooling myself thinking that I could stay away from you. Which I would've if you hadn't shown up here with a fucking attitude. But you're right, we'll have to be more careful from now on.”

“And we can do whatever we want in Florida.”

“Yeah, you wanna come?”

“Only if you really want me there.”

“I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.”

“Then I'll go with you.”

You press your lips sweetly against his and let them bounce together for a moment before getting back to reality. You pull up your stockings all the way up and fix up your clothes before collecting your bag from the floor. But Professor Castle can't help but stall for a bit longer to kiss you once more until you have no choice but to run to your next class.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle smut #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #angst #smut #darlingwrites

[dizzyjelly]

Help Me Out?

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You're popular and you ask the smartest girl in class to help you out with your math work, and how could she say no? She was confused as you start to actually become friends. Because she didn't understand why someone like you would take an interest in someone like her.

Cw: reader cries bc of a mean teacher, kinda loser!ellie, reader fights with her fake ass friend.

A/n: this is actually based off a real life experience, I was sadly the loser in this situation 😔 also I obviously dramatized it for the story but yeahh, anyways enjoy! There will be a part 2.

You had to be the most confusing girl Ellie has ever met. She wondered why on earth you spent your time talking to her, when you were so popular. It wasn't unknown that Ellie was a lesbian, actually it was pretty much what she was known for. But you didn't seem to care.

Math was never your strong suit, in fact you'd always struggle with it. Ellie, however, was amazingly good at it. She had her heart set on becoming an astronaut one day, and so she figured that she'd have to understand math. Joel helped her to do just that, but he also made sure she excelled.

Anytime your math teacher spoke, it sounded like complete gibberish to you. You'd even cry some nights, you know on the days she would yell at the entire class about how stupid they were. It just felt like she was singling you out. And not to mention all the passive aggressive notes she'd leave on your assignments or tests. One day, you figured why not ask Ellie for help?

She was utterly confused. Why would someone like you talk to someone like her? And out of your own free will.

"Ellie? I'm really sorry to bother you, but can you help me out..?" Your voice was quiet and you sounded timid almost.

At first, she was silent. She kind of just stared at you. But eventually, she came to her senses.

"Yeah of course! What's up?" You smiled, she spoke so kindly to you.

"Here, let me just-" you got up and stood at her desk, "number 6, and basically everything after it. I just don't get it.." You sigh softly.

"Okay, this is what I wrote." She said, merely handing you her paper.

"No, I don't want to copy yours. Can you explain it to me?" You ask, looking over at her now with pleading eyes.

Ellie nodded, giving you a thin-lipped smile before she began to talk and point things out. You wrote what she told you to and hummed every now in then with understanding. Eventually she'd helped you complete the whole thing, and you were beyond thankful.

This kind of interaction would continue to happen between the two of you for the next couple weeks. Your teacher had grown.. annoyed with this behavior. For some unknown reason she just had it out for you, because when you walked into class today, she announced a seat change.

Ellie was already in class, so she got up from her former seat and stod at the front of the room along with everyone else. You made your way to stand beside her, crossing your arms out of frustration.

As your teacher began assigning new seats, you sighed. Ellie looked over at you, but said nothing. So you decided to start the conversation.

"God I hate her. She's probably doing this just so I'll fail." You whisper.

"Whay do you mean?" Ellie whispers in return.

"You've been.. helping me out lately. I guess she just can't stand to see me succeed." You frown softly.

Ellie turns to face you once again, noticing how upset you really were. She didn't know what to say, or do. So she kept quiet and waited for her new seat assignment. After a few more minutes everyone was settled in their new seats.

You and Ellie were sat just about as far away as possible. This was definitely personal. Throughout class, you struggled tremendously. God this was just what your stupid math teacher wanted.

That day, you took it upon yourself to find Ellie at lunch. If she was shocked that you'd even speak to her, just imagine how insane she found it when you sat at her lunch table. Usually she sat alone, not because she didn't have friends, but they all had different lunch hours.

She felt so entranced by you, every word you said felt like it was burned into her brain. She admired you, truly. Even if she thought she had no chance with you. Ellie figured you were straight. Everyone knew you had a boyfriend last year, until you didn't. That was beside the point. Falling for a "straight" girl wasn't the first thing on her list, but that's what was happening.

"I literally hate her!" You complained.

"I know," Ellie nodded. "She is pretty annoying."

While Ellie wasn't fond of your math teacher either, she'd lie if she was. She'd agree with anything you said. God she felt pathetic.

"Fucking tell me about it.." You scoffed.

Ellie was confused when you say with her everyday for the rest of the week, but she wasn't complaining. She'd gotten to know you better. And she was quite impressed with who you really turned out to be.

She always thought high school girls like you were mean, but you were so sweet to her. Ellie had enjoyed spending more time with you, and she had no problem helping you out with your math work too. You were starting to get the hang of it, but it still didn't make complete sense to you.

Friday was your breaking point, you were just beyond frustrated by your work. Your teacher was busy on thr phone, so you figured why not. And you stood and walked over to Ellies desk. She blushed deeply as you'd gotten very close to her and whispered in her ear.

But you couldn't have been trying to flirt, you were just trying to be discreet, right? She began to explain the problem to you, perfectly ad always. And you were ready to thank her and start working, but before you could, your teacher called out your name angrily.

"What are you doing out of your seat. You have got to be one of the worst students I've ever had. Get back to your seat, now!" This time, her words genuinely hurt you.

Ellie watched you nervously, noticing how you'd gone silent and the way your bottom lip quivered. Her eyes widened and she felt so terrible when you began to cry. Your face ran red hot as you could feel everyone staring at you.

Ellie sighed softly and stood up, unsure what she should do. But she didn't have to guess because you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on her shoulder. Ellie felt so awkward, and, she felt dizzy almost. Holding her arms around you felt so unreal, but god did it feel good.

Your teacher ended up sending the both of you to the hallway. Where you'd sit against some lockers, your knees pulled to your chest and your head resting in your arms. Ellie sat beside you, crisscross applesauce as she looked over at you and waited. She was waiting for you to say something, anything.

"Sorry.. I'm just overreacting.." You'd finally whisper.

"But you're not," Ellie was quick to reassure, and she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "she's been so mean to you for so long. Your completely valid to be upset by her.." her voice was quiet and soft.

"Thank you.." You smiled as you whispered, resting your head against Ellie's shoulder and wrapping your hands gently around her forearm.

She'd just nod in response then try and breathe regularly, which felt impossible when you were all over her like this. God, what did you do to her? After some time passed the bell rang and you two made your way to lunch. As you walked your interlocked your arm with Ellie's, which earned you a few glares.

You were relieved to just be able to sit down and have lunch, and relax. But that peace didn't last long when one of the girls you used to sit with decided to approach you and Ellie. She sat beside you and stared at Ellie as if she were some kind of alien.

"So, this is what you're busy doing? Hanging out with.. her?" Olivia spoke with disgust.

Your brows furrowed with confusion, what was her issue? You scoffed softly before answering.

"Yeah." You begin, your tone was anything but kind, "she's way better company than any of you ever were. You guys are mean and.. fake. Ellie is nice and she actually makes me feel good about myself." Ellie watched with amazement as you talked about her so highly.

"Whatever, you're a loser now anyways. We heard you cried in class.." She started to laugh at you.

"Jesus, who cares!" Ellie finally interjects, you watch her nervously, "look I know you think the most important thing in life is whether people think you're cool or not, which believe me, you're not, because you're just like every other basic bitch you hang out with. One day you're going to realize that wow, you peaked in high school, and it all goes downhill from here. Now would you please leave us alone?" Her words came off confident and snarky.

But you saw how her hands shook in her lap. She was so nervous. You smiled at her, she did that for you. Nobody ever did that kind of stuff for you. She really was.. good company.

While Ellie had fallen for you first so clearly, you fell a lot harder. Some part of you always knew you wanted to be more than just her friend, but it wasn't until now that it really hit you. As Olivia got up and walked away, Ellie could tell how you looked at her differently.

"Ellie.." You whisper, and she nods, "you're the best." You settle on a friendly compliment, because oh my God!

You liked Ellie, you'd never expect that. Not because she was a girl, but just because she was Ellie. And it's not that she was unattractive or anything. But you two were just so different. It didn't make total sense, if any.

"Oh, thank you.." She blushed.

"Hey, let's hang out after school." You spoke with excitement, "I could sleep over!" Ellies eyes widened at that.

Immediately she thought about the two of you.. in the same bed. God what would she do. She'd have to figure it out, because of course, she agreed. You couldn't wait for the school day to end.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #highschool au

[2996-sana]

kookeu's divorced parents

summary: exes to lovers / could this be the start of a new chapter? nayeon let out an exaggerated sigh as her phone pinged, drawing attention to the message on the screen.

y/n: nayeon, i need to see kookeu. it's been two weeks.

rolling her eyes, nayeon swiftly typed back.

nayeon: busy week ahead. can't make it.

chaeyoung, across the practice room, noticed nayeon's dramatic reaction and playfully inquired, "what's bothering you, unnie?"

the question piqued the interest of the other members, who were lounging on the practice room floor after a tiring practice.

nayeon, adopting a frustrated tone, spilled the beans. "y/n is asking about kookeu again."

"sounds like a serious kookeu withdrawal,” momo said.

tzuyu, offering sensible advice, suggested, "just let her see kookeu, unnie. after all, you both adopted him."

"why have you been gatekeeping kookeu lately anyway?" jihyo questioned.

"rumor has it nayeon thinks y/n might be off the market. they’re preparing for a custody battle." jeongyeon, seizing the opportunity to tease nayeon giggled.

nayeon gasped and playfully tossed her cap at jeongyeon. "so what if she is? i don’t care.”

sana leaned in with an exaggerated expression. “kookeu might be meeting his stepmom soon.”

mina, usually reserved, chimed in, "maybe that's why y/n is so eager to see kookeu – she's planning introductions.”

"you two are relentless. kookeu is just a dog, and y/n wants to see him because... because she misses him.” nayeon sighed in mock exasperation. "i can't believe i'm entertaining this conversation. y/n just wants to see kookeu, that's it.”

"are you trying to convince us or yourself?" jeongyeon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow,

chaeyoung chimed in with a giggle, "yeah, unnie, and what's with the sudden detective work? last i checked, she was single."

nayeon, brushing off the playful accusations, rolled her eyes, "since when have you and y/n been besties? anyway, it's not like i'm jumping to conclusions here. two weeks ago, i was at her place, bringing kookeu, the usual routine, right? and then, out of nowhere, a new scent lingered in the air. now, i'm not crazy, but we all know y/n is practically married to that jo malone perfume of hers. so, naturally, i found it a bit suspicious."

"did you ask her about it, unnie?" tzuyu asked.

nayeon, adopting a defensive stance, quickly replied, "no! why would i? it's none of my business anyway."

the other girls exchanged knowing looks. despite nayeon's attempt to sound nonchalant, they were pretty sure she considered it very much her business.

"momo, i'll be off now," nayeon announced from her living room, catching momo's attention. in nayeon's arms was kookeu, and as momo approached, she couldn't resist showering the furry friend with affection, planting kisses on the small dog.

"are you going to see your other mommy today, kookeu? be good, okay," momo cooed to the little dog, who wagged its tail in response.

nayeon, feigning dramatic exasperation, sighed, "yeah, we gotta go."

during the drive, nayeon found it challenging to shake off her nerves and growing annoyance. how dare you be seeing someone new? and to top it off, bringing her to your place? though she tried to convince herself that she didn't care, the possessive feeling lingered. she justified it as merely being protective of kookeu—what if he started favoring the new step-mom over her?

the door of your apartment swung open, and nayeon couldn't help but appreciate the cozy atmosphere you exuded. clad in just a grey hoodie, you looked incredibly cute, and nayeon briefly considered going in for a hug but dismissed the idea as too awkward. instead, she gently placed kookeu on the floor, who immediately dashed inside your apartment and offered a small wave, "hi."

you greeted your ex-girlfriend with a grin, pulling her into a warm hug, "hi, nayeon. i missed you," before turning your attention to kookeu, adding, "and you too, of course, my cute little angel baby."

nayeon couldn't suppress a smile at the heartwarming scene. your affection for kookeu had always been evident, and one of the most challenging aspects of the breakup was being separated from him. although you both adopted him together, it was nayeon's idea, so you respected her decision to let him stay mostly at her place. but now, as kookeu darted around your apartment, nayeon couldn't help but miss this—coming home to you and spending time together with kookeu.

the nostalgia was interrupted by a familiar scent, the lavender that now put her in a sour mood. fond feelings evaporated, replaced by a sense of irritation.

clearing her throat, nayeon headed for the couch, engrossing herself in her phone. after a while, you joined her, dropping kookeu on the floor to explore your space. "how have you been? how are the girls?"

"they're okay," nayeon replied dryly, raising an eyebrow at your concerned expression.

"are you okay?"

"why wouldn't i be?" nayeon scoffed, glancing around the room, noticing the changes in your once-empty space. it used to lack personal touches, as most of your things were at her place. now, with new furniture and decorations, she couldn't help but wonder if you chose them with your new girlfriend. bitterness crept in. "i like what you've done with the place."

"right? i've been having fun decorating, i guess," you sighed. "had a bit of help, though, so i can't take all the credit."

nayeon raised her eyebrows, curious. "oh? from who?"

before you could answer, the doorbell rang. "oh! i had food delivered. your favorite," you exclaimed, rushing to get the food.

as you both indulged in the meal, she momentarily forgot about the new person in your life, and it felt like old times—sharing a meal, joking around. nayeon's momentary lapse allowed the bitter feelings to dissipate, and for a while, it was almost comfortable. however, beneath the surface, a part of her cursed the constant reminder of your shared responsibilities, especially when it involved seeing you so often. if only she didn't have to be around you so frequently, maybe moving on would have been a little easier for her.

her thoughts wandered to the desire to lean in and wipe the side of your mouth, as she used to do when eating together. and when you did something particularly cute, she wished she could just start making out with you right then and there on the floor of your apartment. god, she missed kissing you. it was a luxury she no longer had, unfortunately.

"you look really pretty today," you said with a flirty smile.

nayeon snickered, finding the compliment amusing despite herself. she couldn't deny that your attention had a certain appeal, even though she tried to keep things light.

the moment, however, was rudely interrupted by the intrusive buzz of your phone. annoyance flickered across nayeon's face as she quipped with a teasing edge, "is that your new girlfriend?”

confusion etched your features, "you're being ridiculous. you were the one who wanted to end things. why do you care about my personal life now?”

nayeon gasped, attempting nonchalance, "i don't care if you're seeing someone new. i just find it amusing that you're inviting me over, buying me food, and flirting when you have someone else.”

"so, you don't care then? if i'm with someone else?" you asked, a hint of skepticism coloring your voice.

nayeon hesitated before responding, "no, i don't. besides, she has dreadful taste in scents. lavender? suffocating."

despite her attempt at nonchalance, you sensed there was more to nayeon's feelings. "what about you, nayeon? i'm sure the long line of admirers hasn’t dwindled. who's been hitting you up this week? how many responses did they get?"

the shadow of past insecurities lingered, fueled by the knowledge of nayeon's charm and the potential admirers seeking her attention now that you were no longer together.

nayeon felt a mix of frustration and unspoken emotions. she wanted to assure you that no one else occupied her thoughts, that you were the constant presence in her mind. but right now, she couldn't bring herself to offer any comforting words.

“we’re leaving,” as she announced her departure, nayeon felt a firm grip on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

you seemed weary, worn out by the misunderstanding. with a tired tone, you clarified, "there's no one new. i just wanted to try something different, so i got a lavender diffuser. see?" your finger pointed towards the diffuser a few feet away, emphasizing the innocence of your actions. "you're so stupid, nayeon."

embarrassment tinged nayeon's cheeks as she noticed the lavender diffuser on the table. "o-okay," she stammered, taken aback by the realization.

your teasing tone cut through the tension, "you don't sound like someone who doesn't care."

nayeon rolled her eyes, unwilling to admit how your words affected her. she opted for silence, gazing at the floor in an attempt to conceal the hints of vulnerability.

your sigh broke the quiet, and the frustration in your voice was palpable. "i... there's not going to be anyone new for a long time, nayeon," you confessed. "i don't know why you think i'd move on so quickly. i didn't even want to break up in the first place."

nayeon chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "no one's getting replies from me either," she joked, meeting your gaze with a hint of contemplation.

feeling the unspoken emotions, nayeon decided to break the tension with an unexpected move.

she closed the gap between you, gently pressing her lips to yours. so gentle you almost don’t feel it at first. you sigh against her mouth. your head is spinning and your heart pounding at the realization that you’re kissing her.

deep down, both of you acknowledge that it's time to figure things out and maybe give your relationship another shot. however, for now, you prefer to let your actions speak louder than words.

"wanna take this to my bedroom?"

#twice imagines #twice x reader #im nayeon #nayeon x reader #im nayeon x reader

[harrysmimi]

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Synopsis: One where Harry's got yet another concert crush and she's got a sign for him

Ps. . This is sort of a shoutout to my fellow long hair girlies xx

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Wembley night one.

Harry was excited, nervous, jittery, happy and hyper at th same time. Playing three nights there was surreal enough.

All three of his shows are sold out. They sold put within seconds!

Night one, he got the sound check done, He worked out, took a shower, had some soup and got ready to rock the stage all whilst his opener, Wetleg band went first.

The show was amazing!

The next day he woke up, and did all of it all over again. He enjoyed it every single time. But somehow he was more nervous today. He didn't know why, he had this weird feeling in his gut there.

But it was his turn and the butterflies in his tummy never went away. He stalled for five whole minutes before he had to really go up and get on with the show.

After Late Night Talking, they stopped for a quick instrument change. And during that time it was Harry's sole job to keep the crowd entertained. He had maximum five to six minutes.

"If you've got any signs now is the right time to get them up." He announced as the music came to a halt. As he was going down the catwalk he noticed someone fiddling with a sign frantically in the sea of signs which was now the pit. It was a sketch book to be specific. "You alright there?" He asked catching the girls attention in all white and her hair tied up in a sleek bun. Her head shot up to look at him when the girl next to elbowed her. She had red heart glasses on. "You've got a sign for me?"

"Yes!" She said as loudly as she could.

Harry walked to the edge as he waited for her to show him her sign. He chuckled walking away but he walked back to her. "Can I read it out loud?" With her agreement he proceeded to read, "your sign says, 'if your answer was only "Yes" to question, I want to ask you one. Ps. I came all the way from India and worked my arse off for this night'." He giggled again, turning red from nervousness.

"Okay, first of all, What is your name, love?" He asked, his mic rested on his chin as he spoke.

"YN!"

"YN?" He got it wrong.

"YN!" She corrected him.

"Oh, YN." He got it right this time. "Well, I really appreciate you traveling all the way too for the show and working your arse for it, YN. Really appreciate it." He blew her a little kiss making her gasp, "and to your sign again. Can my answer only be yes?"

"Yeah!" She nodded.

"Okay..." He hesitated, bht what can really go wrong from here? "What is your question, YN? But keep in mind this is a family show." He smiled a cheeky dimply smile, "or is it?" And the crowd went feral.

"No, no, it is actually a family show. My mum and sister are here today." He added, "yeah, your sign YN."

Harry waited as she flipped her sign to the next page. He turned red like a tomato as he walked away again, making the crowd scream and laugh. "It says, 'Will you go on a Coffee date with me, please?' and in parentheses it says, 'You choose Romantic or Platonic'."

He couldn't help but blush, "it says please. Please!" He was impressed. "I guess I'm gonna have to say Yes." He shrugged still laughing, "at least I have a choice. Can it be not a coffee date?"

"It can be a Chai date?"

"It can be a Chai date?" He asked just to be sure, "yeah! Yeah, why not!" He agreed.

"It's a date!" She yelled.

"It's a date!" He announced dramatically.

"Pinky promise?" She yelled again (so he can hear her) holding up her pinky finger.

"Pinky promise!" He went along with it.

"Yeah, I'm here in my wedding dress if the date goes well." She said, making Harry blush and laugh hardee.

"Yeah, if it goes well." He giggled, "YN, you stay right there we're gonna get back to you after the show. We have disco medley to dance on!"

And the crowd roared at that as he started singing Cinema. And through the middle interlude he made up new lyrics.

"Everybody put your hands in the air, everybody put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air. Everybody put your in the air, everybody I've got a date after here, put your hands in the air." He joked as he continued on with his show there.

Sometime in the show, Harry walked back to the catwalk towards the girl with the sign. She seemed to be having a great time. But he stopped and handed her a rose he picked up from the front stage thrown at him during Grapejuice.

And sometime ahead in the show when he got back to the same catwalk, he saw she had tucked the rose on her ear as she danced.

Harry had a blast!

And he was smitten like a little kitten whole night!

......................................................................

It was the next day after the show.

Harry still have four days left until his next show. So he was going to stay back in London and spend time with his mum and sister, and even go visit his dad later sometime.

His sister hasn't stopped pulling his leg over the girl with the sign on night two.

But today he got a call from his dear friend Pauli, who was also his band member. Pauli never calls him, but he haven't checked his Instagram DMs yet.

"Mate!" Pauli exclaimed, "check your DMs on Instagram."

"Oh gosh, you scared me." He sighed, "I will check them in a minute, yeah?"

"Yep, yep, yep. Have a great day mate." Pauli said before they hung up the call.

Harry sat down on his bed. He had to anyway to put his shoes on, so he opened up Pauli's DM. It was a reel video he shared. It was a video of a girl's silhouette dancing to an Indian song, it was beautiful least to say. He went back see what his friend had to say. They asked him to check the profile out.

It was the girl from the girl with the sign, her bio said she's a dance teacher and of course a choreographer. Her account was verified with well over seven hundred fifty thousand followers. He picked the first post to check. It was a series of ten photos.

First one was a video of her being dramatic, with her dress scarf over her head. It also gave the full picture of her outfit, it was a pretty traditional outfit. It was very short and cut of after her and her friend started laughing. The second one was a cute picture of her and her friend. Then a short video of their interaction, when he gave her the rose. Then another of her Sarah giving her a one of the drum stick. And then a few from the dance studio session, he believed they were.

The last video was of her being woken up by her friend, jt was hilarious. "YN wake up, you just told Harry Styles you're getting married if the first date goes well." The voice behind the camera said. He believed it was the friend.

The girl woke up in surprise. "What the fuck?" She exclaimed still half asleep.

"You even showed him the wedding dress."

"No, I didn't?"

"Yes you did. You have a date with him."

"Shut up. Why does my head hurt."

"Because you drank straight up vodka last night."

"What? No!" She whined and the video cut off there.

Harry laughed watching that. He saw a bit of the comment she replied to hust underneath her caption which he did not understand. The comment said, "No, I don't drink and I drank about 100-150 ml of straight vodka my friend snuck into the venue in a Fiji fucking water bottle." Harry had a great laugh with that, and he saw another one of her replied. "My sober self would have NEVER let my intricate thoughts win. But yes, I asked him out. I had to have my shot (pun intended)." He laughed even more.

There were a few more replies. He saw a comment which explained why she was replying to comments was because she couldn't get out of her bed. A bad hangover it was.

There was a little translate button which he pressed to see what her caption was about because he saw a few more comments with laughing faces regarding captions. It said, "My husband's house." To which he laughed even more. His fans are crazy and they crazier stuff than this. He rather found this wholesome and adorable.

Harry almost had a heartattack when his phone slipped out of his hand. Not because he thought it broke, because he might accidentally like the post. He doesn't want to look creepy. He didn't liked it so he let out a sigh of relief and closed the app and locked his phone.

He remembered he was hungry and in need of a breakfast. So he headed out.

His chef was on off, because well he's on tour. And he can't cook to even save his life there. Though he might argue he can bake, just because he worked in a bakery.

He went to his favourite breakfast place. It was small and quiet and no one bothered him there. He also wore his cap, and his hoodie with a pair of sweats this time, a little bit of change in outfit so he have a quiet day by himself.

"Can I please have a get a large iced Matcha Latte and one of the Chocolate croissants to go?" The guy in front of him ordered as he checked of the menu on the side wall mean while. It was his turn to order.

Just as he turned around he saw a familiar face with glasses on, sat at a corner table.

Wait, is he hallucinating or something here?

She wore a beige cardigan paired with a white tshirt, and what looked like to be a pair of baggy jeans, black heeled boots with red bottoms. Her hair was left loose behind her back, and Subway sandwich as she sketched in her sketch pad.

"One Mocha Latte for YN!"

It was her!

He waited by the side where she'd go over and pick her drink.

Harry was in awe. He wasn't sure if her hair were real or she wore extentions, but he was smitten all over again. She stood almost as tall as him which sort of intimidated him there. She checked her cup as she picked it up and almost bumped into him there with a hot drink in her hand.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She gasped. "Oh my god!" And this was a different gasp of emotion.

"Hello there." He smiled sheepishly.

"This is going to be awkward." She chuckled, seemingly more embarrassed than he was. She looked down at her clothes to make sure nothing was split. Her shirt was his merch. "See! I'm so sorry."

"No, it's alright." He shrugged and watched as his order was ready.

"Just... I am sorry about what I said at the concert." Her cheeks have turned red, "that was so stupid of me."

"Yeah?" Harry gathered up all his courage to say, "why don't you tell me this with coffee then?"

Her eyes went wide as behind her glasses, "sur--sure!" And she agreed. They walked upto the table she was sat at. There was a paper bag from Selfridges and her bag which had a scarf spilling out of it by the side, as if it was shoved in theere in hurry. She closed her sketch pad (which thought he saw a glimpse of a pretty sketch of a dancer she was drawing) and kept it aside and her phone.

"I never drink, and I accidentally drank like I don't know how many shots of vodka." She started explaining it anxiously. "Before you ask how I didn't know it was vodka. I am a dancer and you know after you've been working out for so long and you drink some water and tour throat burn a little? Wait, that sounded so wrong but you know what I mean! I literally did not meant to say what I said apart from the sign!"

"Calm down, love calm down." He smirked trying to hold back his his laugh. "It's alright, I promise it's alright."

He's just having a happy and giggly day!

"Thank you." She sighed and sunk into her seat.

"Hope you at least enjoyed the show?"

"Oh yes, I did." She nodded sitting up straight again and reached for her sandwich. "I remember everything, except for after I accidentally got shit faced, as you all say it here."

"Understandable." He commented.

"How's your day going so far?" She asked.

Oh boy how YN hated small talks. But she doesn't want this to be an awkward encounter with the celebrity love of her life!

"It's been amazing." He admitted, "what about you? Are you here on a vacation?"

Okay, he's bringing something along to chat. Okay, YN calm down!

"Oh, no I'm not here on a vacation." She shared, "as I said I'm a dancer so I'm here for the semi finals and finals for this compitition I entered in."

"Oh, that's interesting." He was amused, "did you win? Oh wait, you had your finals yet?"

"Yeah. I got the second place." She smiled proudly. "It was just yesterday."

"That's amazing, congratulations!" He gasped. He's genuinely happy for her.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" She now beamed at him with excitement. Or you can say quiet excitement, as she took a sip from her coffee.

He liked the way she talked and how she carried herself. Especially now she's all sober and not drunk dancing like she was at his concert. Both those situations show her personality. But he liked how she talked. Something about her felt so delicate. Her posture was way too perfect, it made him feel insecure about his as he sat up straight.

"You're in town for longer?" He asked hesitantly.

"No," she let out a sad sigh, "I am going back home this evening actually."

Now he didn't know what to say further and it looked she had nothing to say either. And neither of them had touched their breakfast. Which was going to be awkward to leave. YN took a bite of her sandwich.

"You know what, I am so bad at small talk." She admitted making him giggle.

"So am I." He admitted too, "what's that?" He pointed at her sketch pad. It made her go red again.

"I draw a little." She admitted and picked up her book. She flipped rhe cover to show him a pretty little sketch of a bunch of roses. And she carefully skipped five pages to the one he saw a glimpse of earlier. It was half done sketch of a ballerina, it looked like she was drawing it with her own imagination.

"That's very pretty." He commented, "why'd you skip those five pages?"

Okay, Stage Harry making an appearance with the confidence there!

"Those are not done yet!" She got defensive. And he just squinted his eyes at her, "I'm already so embarrassed Harry, honestly." She held back a sheepish smile.

It was indeed a smiley and giggly and happy day today!

"Are you gonna show me?"

She sighed and turned the page for him. It was a sketch of rhe grumpy bear from his Gucci collection and the next one was his sketch. The one he posted after his San Jose, Live On Tour show. And the next was his Madison Square Garden pose sketch. And next was from the Coachella show with extremely detailed drawing of his tattoos, and a cowboy hat.

"Oh I love this one!" He is really mesmerises by it.

"Thank you." Her cheeks hurt from smiling and blushing so much in that moment. "You can keep it."

"It's alright." He felt bad now. He doesn't want to take what looks to be hours and hours of work. "Looks like it took many hours to draw."

His accent was sending her to heaven, but she managed to keep her cool. "It's alright." She proceeded to tear off the page carefully.

"Thank you." He's going to get it framed and hung up at his home. Yup, that's the first thing he's going to do!

Harry carefully placed the thick paper in the book he was reading. And it got super silent between both of them, as he sipped his coffee and she ate her sandwich. The chatter became just a background noise. It was comfortable and not awkward. Until her phone dinged with five messages back to back.

"Excuse me." She picked up her phone to check the message. She typed a quick message, with a looks of upset and disappointment on her face.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah." She nodded, "it was my friend asking when I have to leave." Her friend was going to drop her off to the airport today. She's got to go back and pack up and all. She placed the last bite of her sandwich down on the wrapper not knowing how to tell him she has to go now. It felt wrong. "I should go now? Have to pack and stuff."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

"I'm really sorry about this." She felt bad, because they didn't get to talk much.

"It's alright, love, you got a flight to catch I understand." He nodded as he watched in awe and she placed her scarf around over her neck and gather her stuff.

"Please take care of that for me, it took me fourteen hours to make." She said as she got up and hung her bag on her shoulder.

"I promise." He smiled a dimply grin as he glanced at the little sketch. "Hey, YN?"

"Hmm?" She looked at him as she picked up the trash to throw it in the bin on her way out.

"I, uhhh, can I have your number?" He asked. It had YN's heart almost burst open in her chest cavity.

Harry Freaking Styles is asking for her number?!

"You want my number?" YN couldn't believe what she heard.

She was only joking when she took that sign with her. She sat back down on her seat giving him her fully undivided attention.

"Mhmm." Harry nodded, with curiosity behind his bight green eyes and lips pursed in a thin line. He pulled out his phone to unlocked it to open the dial pad and placed it on the table facing her.

He noticed how she didn't even pick up the device as she typed her number with shaky number. She typed in her name with her pointer finger as she saved it and slide his phone back towards him. Her cheeks had turned a visible shade of rosy tint. He immediately sent her a dot so she could have his number and not think he's a creep when he decides to text her.

That's when he also noticed she's got an Android. He'll definitely have to download WhatsApp now!

"Okay, Harry I really have to run now." She shared, "I broke my shoes and I can't walk fast in heels."

"Yeah." He nodded a beaming smile, "talk to you soon."

"Hmm." She nodded and sped walked out. As she walked past the glass window she waved at him before she jogging out of his sight.

He spent next hour and half with his earphones in, stalking her page. The reels side. Videos of her dancing with a crowd of people. Effortlessly beautiful. Different studios and different locations.

There was a video of her dancing for who looked to be her grandma and mother. The older lady looked very impressed as she sat there in her chair. And the next video was of her dancing with her mum and the next was her recreating old and black and white pictures of her grandma.

It looked like she comes from family of dancers.

He's obsessing over her now. He stopped and noticed he's run out of coffee and that way too much screen time for him. So he went home grinning like a little boy.

......................................................................

It had been a good few months. Harry felt way too awkward to message her. Nothing about their interaction at the cafe was shared by her or anyone really.

It was nearing December. He's framed the piece of art she gave him and hung it where it is in plain sight. He was also hosting a quiet little surprised birthday party for his elder sister.

He's been in deep conflict and he hasn't shared it with anyone else. His interaction with her at the cafe.

But he saw on her WhatsApp stories that she's back in London for work again. He was in London so he texted her to check on if she's up for a little meet up. But his message unfortunately went unseen for a day and half. But he recieved a call from her instead.

He'd just woken up from his impromptu afternoon nap after his intense workout session, which was supposed to be just half an hour long but it's almost seven in the evening. He hadn't even changed yet.

"Hello?" Her voice rang through the speaker phone which was enough to break his sleep there.

"Hello!" He woke up abruptly, "Hi!"

"Were you off to bed already? I'm so sorry to wake you up." Her voice was full of sympathy thinking she woke him up.

"No, I was, I was taking a nap. What's up?"

"I just called to apologise, I saw your message on my notifications but I literally forgot to reply. I've just been so busy. I don't know how to say this over message..." Her voice trailed off with a hint of sheepishness.

"It's alright, I understand." And he really does understand. "I texted you to see if you're up for a meal, and uhhhh, to catch up...?" And he's nervous now.

"I am sorry, I am really busy tomorrow. I have rehearsals for the tour— fuck!" She cut off herself, "I am not supposed to speak about it. I, I am busy tomorrow as well."

He chuckled, "we can meet up now or whenever you're free today."

"Wouldn't it be too late?" Now she sounds nervous.

"I slept for five hours now, don't think I'll be able to sleep again." He shrugged as if she can see him through a voice call, feeling his cheeks grow warmer and tired with a realisation that he's been grinning like a totally idiot.

"Okay. Uhhh, yeah, okay. I'll just have to go back to my hotel, take a shower, and get ready, and, and, I don't know..." She panicked and talked to herself, "okay, we can meet at around ten...ish... If you're fine with that?"

"Send me your location I'll pick you up at ten-thirty." He chuckled again, her little ramble was so adorable to him.

"Okay!" She squeaked.

Harry heard someone calling her name, that was the queue for him to get off the call and get ready. And so he did. He bid her bye and ran to shower. Get out of his dirty and sweaty clothes. He spent three hours getting ready, as if he's going on an actual date.

At exactly ten he recieved her location. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, his white 'Enjoy your health. Eat your honey' shirt and a black coat to keep himself warm. With a pair of black sneakers he reached first. He didn't had much time so picked the first black pair he saw and ran with it.

With traffic it's take him forty minutes to get to her location. He dropped her a text once he reached to the hotel she was staying that.

It was a luxurious and fancy to say the least.

He saw her getting out of the entrance as she bid her friends bye and walked towards the direction he had told her to. It took a few moments to see him. But he saw her.

She wore exactly same outfit as him, but with a black tshirt and her beige coat and white comfy sneaker. Her heels were missing. Her hair left loose this time. Her staple pair lf priscription glasses were placed on the bridge of her nose. A silver necklace shined over the black fabric of her shirt.

"Harry!" She gasped once she noticed him and sped walked towards him. "I am still going to fangirl, please excuse me!"

He chuckled as he approached for a hug, "no worries." He snaked his arms around her middle pulling her in a tight and warm hug, just to get one right back.

He'd hugged her just a couple lf times but she gives the best hugs.

Yup!

"I have something for you!" She got all giddy and giggly as she pulled away from their hug.

"What is it?" Obviously he's curious.

"Not now," she wiggled her brows cheekily. "Where are we going?"

"Well, if you haven't had your dinner yet, I hope to take you somewhere for dinner." He already opened the car door for her.

"Oh yes please!" She sighed, "I am starving." And got into his car.

"As you say." He closed the door and jogged to the drivers side. "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm, let me think." She put in a thought into it as she put on her seat belt and he'd already pulled out of the car park, "I want to try fish and chips... Is that too touristy to say?"

"Not at all!" He defended, "we can have fish and chips." He drove to a location just fifteen minutes away. And she followed him in there, it was not very crowded given it was around the closing time. Clearly, it was a pub she saw as she headed upstairs.

"You know I don't drink, right?" She whispered, following him closely behind.

"I know, but this place has the best fish and chips." He led her to an empty table, "you want me to take your coat?"

"No, it's okay I'm cold." She shrugged. They ordered their food and sat in a cosy little corner.

"So you're going on a tour?" He squinted his eyes at her.

"Stop, I wasn't supposed to talk about that. I'll get in serious trouble!" She gasped making him laugh.

"I promise, your secret is safe with me." He pushed for the last time, if she denies he wouldn't talk about jt ever again. But she looked around to see the people already engaged in their own time there as she leaned forward.

"I am going to be a part of The Eras Tour now!" She whispered before she was kicking her feet like a baby in excitement.

"What!? That's amazing!" He was surprised to hear that to say the least.

"Yes!" She grinned, "we start off in Tokyo. You're going to any of the shows?"

"I am definitely going now." He nodded feeling bold, "on one condition."

"What is that?" She looked at him confused.

"Maybe we can call this a date?" He shrugged, trying to be as nonchalant as possible and watched her face go pale.

"You are serious?" She countered instead of answering his query first.

He leaned in closer over the table too, "I think I've made it pretty clear, I like you." A sheepish chuckle left his mouth, "like a lot!"

"Hold on, hold on, hold on. I wasn't expecting this!" She announced with a gasp. "You're pranking me?"

Harry squinted his eyes, " why would I joke about this?"

"You're joking!" Now this was a surprised accusation on him which sent him laughing.

"I am not." He cleared his throat after he was done laughing.

"I, uhhhh," she stuttered, "I need time to think..."

"No worries." He said but before he could say anything further, their food was served.

Harry switched to another topic to make the situation less awkward. She definitely felt awkward and he's rather have her be comfortable than be adamant in getting his way.

"You're not drinking right?" She asked.

"No, I gotta drive." He answered, "why so?"

"No, 'cause I paid like two hundred pound fee for driving without a licence and going over the speed limit here last night." She shared sheepishly, "in my defence all of my friends were drunk their ass off and I had no idea how the uber thing works here. They definitely would have arrested me but they let me go, I don't want to risk that. I still don't know how the uber thing works. That's like my entire month salary gone..."

She's got a job which pays ber better now so she was fine with paying the fine. Or she wouldn't have mind spending a night behind bars. Yeah, she'd do that.

He giggled, "don't worry that won't happen." He understands, it's a new place for her and it can be difficult to figure out addresses and stuff. Especially when it comes to have some stranger drive you around when you don't know the area so well. "You want Icecream?"

"Always down for Icecream!" She announced.

Harry took her to his favourite ice cream place before he drove her back to her hotel. Now, he didn't wanted the night to come to come an end with her. He could spend hours and hours talking and listening her talk. He got put of his car just so he can make the moments linger more. He hugged her but held onto her hand as he wished her a good night.

"Thank you for, uhhhh, taking me out." YN stuttered as she spoke with a sheepish smile, "and about, ummm, your question... I, uhhhh, I don't want things to get you know sour between me and uhhh..." She was trying to find words in language he understands but he already had idea where she was going with this. "With uhhh, me and Taylor. Please don't get me wrong. She's my employer and now she's become a good friend of mine during the rehearsals and stuff. Given you two were together, even though it was a decade ago. I still want to talk to her."

"Mhmm." Harry nodded, because that meant hope was still hanging in there. His heart is still intact in his chest with these new growing feelings.

"But if you're still going to any of the show let me know, okay?" He squeezed his hand slightly.

"I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise!" He squeezed her hand back.

It just means he get to be fancy and take her out on a proper date!

......................................................................

That was last year.

Harry was in Tokyo for the first show which YN was part of. He was there with his friends and even his sister joined along with her boyfriend.

YN had sent a bouquet of flowers and a card at his place his birthday, which undoubtedly made his entire year. It was a nice gesture given she said she's so bad at gift giving, especially for birthdays. He kept the card safe.

He has also been waiting for her answer eagerly. Even though it should be pretty evident it's a yes, they talk a lot more now given she's so freaking busy, they're both always texting or sending each other snaps of highlights of their days.

Harry bought a bouquet of flowers for her before he was off to see her. They were meeting up at this little cafe he picked out, but it was going to be her treat in celebration of her new project beginning. It was so special because Japan is his most favourite place to be. And YN have also been so excited to show him something in particular she wouldn't tell him over text or their usual phone calls.

Just as he was about to text her to see if she was there as he walked up the street, he saw her jogging looking at her phone screen. Probably at the google maps. Her face framing hair bounced around her features, as she tried to be as fast as she can in a pair of sandals. A baggy hoodie and her favourite paor of jeans. Her usual glasses missing.

Harry remembered her saying she got contact lenses as she can't really perform with her glasses on. And she needs to see the stage for that.

"Harry!" She squealed omce she saw him.

"Hello love!" He greeted her with his usual warm hug, and recieved one right back. YN just squeezed him tight, like her life depends on it. "I got you flowers." He quietly whispered in her ear there.

"I know!" Her face buried in the fabric of his Bode button down shirt.

Now both of them spent their entire day together, had all three meals and snacks out, walked around seeing all they could see in a day, hand in hand. Before Harry was walking her back to her hotel, which was barely five minutes away from hers.

"I'll take you to see more places later, now please take some rest you've got a big day tomorrow." They both stopped just outside her hotel.

"I know!" YN nodded excitedly with her tired eyes moving closer to him. She works for next four days straight then she's got five days off before she's got to go to Australia for next shows. "You'll be there right?"

"Of course, came all the way here for it." He assured her, feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

"If your answer was yes, I want to ask you a question.' She spoke with a subtle cheeky smile on her face.

"Go for it." He said.

"You want today to be a date?" Now he completely forgot about his question he asked months and months ago. He was just pulled back to senses when she moved even closer to him, making his heart thump in his ears.

YN has had plenty of time to think, work on herself and talk to her new friends/ employer about this. Of course, Taylor is not a kid anymore. She was in fact so happy for YN, when she approached her one random day at the dinner after rehearsals. They both sat down seperately and had a nice thoughtful chat.

YN of course told her mother and grandmother, who she is the closest to about this. They obviously support her because she's so happy. Her missed her mum and grandmother, one of them couldn't travel because of their age and the other couldn't come because they had to take care of the other. She misses her family, being away isn't as romantic as she thought it would be.

But today was amazing. She felt like she had someone known with her for the first time in months and months, in flesh next to her.

YN just wanted to kiss him then and there. In the middle of the street. But she didn't know how to approach with it.

"Hands down, it was the best date I've ever been on." He shared with a beaming smile on his face. "We should do this again, yeah?" He snaked his arms around her waist sure that she's figured everything out by now and that she's finally willing to give them a chance.

"Yeah!" She nodded. He went in for a kiss as the same time as her, bumping into her nose they both ended up in a fit of giggle. "I am sorry!" She laughed, "I've never kissed anyone."

Harry giggled again but assured her, "it's okay." He leaned in again, his time taking the charge he placed his mouth on hers in a delicate kiss. Once he pulled away he had her blushing her forehead pressed on his chest. "It's just a kiss, you're gonna get a lot of those now!" He laughed hugging her again. She groaned before lifting her head up to look at him with a red face.

"I was just a fangirl!" She couldn't believe her life in that moment.

"Now I'll be a fangirl tomorrow." He pointed out, "cheering especially for you."

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[wileys-russo]

please can you write a little fic about Leah’s beanie in her most recent insta post, like her gf thinking she looks cute and making her post a pic or taking the piss out of Leah for posting a pic in the beanie x

garden gnome II l.williamson

"god its fucking freezing!" you shivered, subbed off with ten minutes to go as your body finally cooled down from all the running, the brisk london air sharp as needles as the wind blew on and you collapsed onto the subs bench.

"thank you less." you sighed in relief as alessia handed you your puffer, the blonde sending you a smile as the two of you leaned into one another a little more to stay warm, lia joining in on your other side.

all three of you jumped to your feet buzzing with new energy as the whistle finally blew announcing your victory. "steffyyy!" you cheered loudly, jumping on the older girls back who stumbled but let out a laugh as you kissed her cheek and hopped down.

"if you play like that with jet lag we're sending you back to melbourne for the week." you teased as she hugged you properly. "puddin points are best cooked under pressure." caitlin flung an arm over your shoulder with a grin as she and steph high fived.

you were flanked by lotte, vic and alessia as you did your thank you lap, clapping to the fans as you caught your girlfriends eye in the stands, clapping up at her making her roll her eyes with a smile as she chatted away to ellie who gave you a wave.

"lovesick much." alessia teased, bumping her shoulder into yours as vic echoed her word making you stick your tongue out at them. "look at her all bundled up and in her little beanie, she's so cute i just wanna go and give her a cuddle." you sighed still looking up at her.

"oi! jealous much?" you pushed vic who gagged at your words, the force of your push sending her tumbling onto her bum as she glared up at you. "run." alessia patted your shoulder as you took off, a string of angry dutch following you as the two of you raced in laps around the pitch until she caught you and punched you sharply in the arm, the team all called in for a huddle.

"hello gorgeous." a pair of arms tightly wound round you from behind as you settled happily into the extra warmth, tilting your head back and smiling up at the older blonde. she stayed holding onto you as you all bunched up for the post match talk, her hands only moving to clap loudly as jonas finished up talking.

"mum wants to see you." leah mumbled with a kiss to your cheek, nodding for you follow her as you both made your way into the fast clearing stands. "amanda!" you grinned as the woman pulled you into a tight hug. "love you played brilliantly! even if leah wouldn't shut up with her personal coaching the entire match." she rolled her eyes as leah protested the accusation.

"oh i've no doubt once we're home i'll get the full debrief on everything i could have done better. gaffa williamson loves to come out after a win!" you teased, leah pinching your sides with a stern look as you only smiled, pecking her lips.

"try raising her, every single little thing gets feedback even if you don't ask for it. for someone who can't cook god she just loves to critisise everyone else who can!" amanda added on with a dramatic sigh.

"yeah i bought the wrong brand of ham the other week. should have heard how she moaned about it for days!" "used to yell directions at me and scream for me to go faster when i drove her to training every week, as if i didn't drive her there every week."

"right fuck off what is it pick on leah day! i'm injured here thanks how bout a bit of sympathy?" your girlfriend huffed, crossing her arms with a scowl. "oh sorry baby i forgot how sensitive you are. is everyone being mean to you?" you continued to tease, pinching her cheeks in your hands as amanda watched on fondly.

"you look so cute in your beanie lee lee, my little garden gnome." you cooed mockingly, smooshing her face in your hands as her eyes burned into you with a murderous glare. "gnome-o and juliet eh?" amanda grinned making you high five her with a cheer.

"mum! god don't fucking don't encourage her she's relentless." leah groaned, pulling you into a headlock as you smacked her stomach through the three layers she was bundled in. "you love it." she let you up and pulled you into a tight hug, her arms curled around your neck and resting on your shoulders as the two of you chatted with her mum for a bit.

"oh i need a photo before i go! to mark the win." amanda was about to leave as she perked up, pulling out her phone as she tucked herself in beside you, leahs chin resting on the top of your head as the three of you smiled happily and amanda took a few selfies.

"beautiful. i'll see you both round for dinner yeah?" she reminded firmly as you nodded. "yeah we'll be round after five mum, i'll pick grandma up on the way." leah confirmed as amanda beamed, hugging you both goodbye as the three of you descended from the stands.

you and leah hung around for another half hour chatting with your team mates, cuddled into one another the entire time as you battled the ongoing teasing from your team mates, both claiming you were just keeping one another warm.

"what are you doing now?" leah sighed as you both made her way toward her car and you dropped her hand, pulling out your phone and ordering her to pose.

"capturing the memory. i'm gonna start a little garden gnome scrapbook of all your beanie pictures, this ones disappointingly not as pointy as normal but you still look adorable." you beamed snapping a few photos of her as you reached her car, the back lot where the players parked basically almost empty.

"leah!" you laughed as she huffed and yanked off her beanie, hair tied back into a low and loose bun as she pulled her hood up and advanced on you. "hi baby." you grinned as she pushed you against the side of her car, smile tugging at her lips as her arms caged you in.

"lee!" you laughed again as she tugged her beanie down over your head, covering your eyes and attacking your face with kisses as she held the material down on your head and you struggled to push her away.

"whose the little garden gnome now?" leah sung out, flipping up the edge of the beanie so your eyes were free to meet hers, the blonde giving you a dazzlingly bright smile. "still you, you've got the pointy cone head not me." you shrugged, tapping on the top of her head as her mouth formed a small o of offence.

"what am i going to do with you?" leah tutted, shaking her head with a sigh. "kiss me and never stop." you whispered, hands grabbing the sides of her hood and pulling her mouth to meet yours. though before anything got carried away she gently intertwined your hands and pulled away.

"oh just you wait till we get home cheeky girl."

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[ohdeerfully]

Can I request Alastor baking or cooking for reader? Maybe making one of his old mother recipes for reader while he wears a silly apron or something? I'm loving all of your one shots!

☀️ anon

short but sweet!! i made it a human al story, hope thats cool! i really enjoyed writing this one but now i want cookies (,:

btw tumblr is really lacking with human alastor gifs so sorry guys

Sweet Treat

Human!Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: reader is implied female but pronouns arent used/doesnt effect story much. other than that none!

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Alastor was always aware of your wants and desires as if the glasses he wore helped him read directly into your mind. You were tired? Okay, the bedsheets were freshly dry and warm. You were hungry? He already had a pot of aromatic food cooking in your kitchen. Thirsty? Here’s some ice water. Headache? Oh, here’s a remedy that he learned from a traditional healer in the city. 

You get the idea.

You had come home from a long day of work at the speakeasy you performed in, a hankering for something sweet filling your mind as your mouth watered at the idea of sugary goodness. You fiddled with your keys for a little, eyes slightly bleared from both a mixing of light alcohol consumption and just general sleepiness. No, those are your work keys… no, that’s to your office… Finally, you grasped your manicured fingers over the correct silver key and jittered it into the hole.

You slumped your body against the door dramatically as you pushed it open, a loud sigh escaping your lips to announce you were home. You knew Alastor was already home, seeing as his shoes were tucked neatly in the nearby rack and jacket hung up against the wall. Usually Alastor would join you when you were at work late, both to watch you perform and to walk you home, but he had been caught up with his own work and likely got home not long before you. A light smile dusted your face as you recalled how desperately sorry he sounded when he phoned you a few hours ago—it was sweet. 

Your own heels were unceremoniously kicked off in the general direction of the shoe rack—you’d fix them up later. Right now, you were mostly focused on the sound of a spoon scraping against a bowl as Alastor was doubtlessly stirring something. Your interest was piqued, and your stomach growled at the idea of food.

“Ah, you’re home a bit early,” He said as you rounded the corner, your gaze immediately fixating on the mixing bowl propped against the junction of his elbow as he stirred with his other hand. There was a plume of flour resting against the left rim of his glasses. “A bit too early for my surprise.” 

Your eyes then traveled down to the apron he wore, a black one that had a silhouette of a deer and text that read “best buckin’ cook.” You had gotten it for him as a joke for your anniversary due to his fondness for hunting and deer.

“Yeah, Ms. Ruby let me off early if I performed a couple songs in a row,” There was an eye roll as you said this. You pursed your lips as you approached him, gingerly taking his glasses off to clean the mess from the glass. His eyes held a slight squint as he looked at you, slightly unfocused without his aides. “I’m guessin’ you knew I’d want something sweet, then?”

A smirk crossed his lips as if you asked the most obvious question in the world. Which, considering how he always knew what you wanted, it kind of was the most obvious question in the world.

“What kind of suitor would I be if I didn’t know what my darling desires?” He leaned a little closer as he spoke, halting the stirring motion. His voice had dropped to a teasing husk, and your ears tingled at the hint of that Cajun accent you loved so much. It didn’t help that you were just a tad loopy with alcohol.

“And I love you for that,” You said, trying to ignore the heat in your face. You pressed the glasses back against his face, using your finger to push them up the bridge of his nose whilst simultaneously gently moving his face away from your own. “As soon as I wanted a treat I knew I’d come home to one.”

“It also helps that you always want one when you work late, love,” He mused, turning away and walking back to the counter that had a splay of ingredients. There was also a mess of flour—likely from the same incident that dirtied his glasses—but you bit back a comment. You knew he’d clean it up after.

With a hop you had sat yourself on a tall chair next to the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the cold granite top as you watched him work on mixing in the rest of the ingredients. He seemed a little nervous now that you were watching him, his stirring a bit stiff and measuring a little overanalyzed, but he kept working nonetheless.

The oven chimed when the preheating was done, and at that point Alastor was already in the process of portioning out little balls of dough. A proud smile donned his face.

“I think this is the fastest I’ve gotten to this point,” He claimed, not looking up from the task in front of him. You loved the way his brown hair fell in neat, light curls over his eyes. His glasses had begun to slip slightly down his nose, but he quickly pushed them back with a knuckle. “I nearly beat the timer.”

With an absent nod and quiet ‘congrats’ you eyed the nearly empty bowl and the discarded rubber spatula that sat nearby with velvety, doughy sweetness still clinging on the edges. You slowly raised your hand and inched towards it.

A hand snatched it up at the last second, and you slumped backwards in the chair with a defeated whine. Alastor waved it at you with a teasing grin. 

“So greedy,” He chided, although he did so unseriously. “I can’t believe you would spoil the taste before I even finished baking them… after I worked so hard…” There was a fake pout in his voice as his lips turned down, one hand on a hip and leaned against the counter behind him. You rolled your eyes in response and folded your arms.

“You know it never even tastes the same when it bakes,” You pursed your lips as you looked away from him towards the oven. You could see the faint silhouette of the cookies he had put in just a minute ago, now slowly flattening. “C’mon… Just a sample… please?” You drew out your plea, pressing your face between your hands as you tried your best to look at him with wide cutesy eyes.

It didn’t seem to work on him in the slightest, as he only looked down on you with a raised eyebrow. There was, though, a soft change in his brown eyes as his gaze swept over your face, though you were sure it had nothing to do with your current charming tactics. He was just, in all ways you can imagine, insanely devoted to you—he would tell you, very rarely as he had trouble expressing tender words, how he found you to be the most beautiful being he had ever been lucky enough to see. 

As corny as it felt if you thought about it too hard, you actually believed him when he said he would kill for you. It was something many men would exaggerate when courting, and they never truly meant it, but there was a glimmer of crazed obsession in his eyes when he had told you it one time. A look you had no choice but to take seriously—you tried not to think about it too much.

He sighed dramatically as he threw out his hand to bestow upon you… the spatula. You took it with a pleased grin and put a corner in your mouth to taste the dough. You could almost see the sparkles dancing around you as the light sweetness touched your tongue. You could see Alastor’s proud grin out of the corner of your eye but you chose not to meet his gaze and inflate his ego even more.

The two of you chatted idly about your respective days for ten or so minutes as you waited for the cookies to bake. You always had something to complain about considering the nature of your job—it was always either some drunk bonehead interrupting your show, or some drama between the other performers, or some hatred towards your employers… always something, and he always listened, equally attentive every time no matter how repetitive it was. He, on the other hand, never had much to say about his work. He was just a radio host, after all.

The little white timer finally went off, and Alastor cracked open the oven door to peek. He seemed satisfied enough with the result as he quickly removed them, gripping the pan with a small towel and carefully setting it down against the stove-top. The room was immediately filled with the warm, sweet aroma of fresh baked cookies. 

Just a few more minutes of waiting, but you could barely contain yourself when the cookies had finally cooled a bit and firmed up outside of the oven. When Alastor presented one to you it took all your self control not to just straight up bite it out of his hand. 

The cookie had a crisp, golden outside that gave way with a light crunch when you bit into it. The inside was soft and fluffy with a taste of vanilla and chocolate. You sighed loudly in glee at the experience, resting your head against your hand as you chewed.

“You really are the best ‘buckin’’ cook, Al,” You complimented, watching him as he cleaned up his mess from the process. “This recipe is new, right?”

“Ah, not really,” He admitted. You wanted to play offended at the fact he had never made these for you before, but the aura around him seemed to suddenly get a bit too serious for that. There was a vacant look in his eye, but his lips held a tender smile. You took another bite of your cookie as you waited for him to continue.

“It was one of my momma’s recipes, I actually found it today in the box of her stuff I keep,” He was washing out the dishes as he spoke. You could tell by the light glaze in his eye that he was reliving a fond but bitter memory. “She was the best baker I know.”

“If these cookies tell me anything, I would have to agree,” You were licking a glob of melted chocolate off your thumb as you spoke. “I wish I could’ve met her.”

Alastor nodded with a hum, agreeing with your statement. He told you many times before how much she would’ve loved you. You knew he didn’t like sweets, but you tried to prompt him to try one with you in an attempt to lighten the mood. He refused, as expected.

You stood from your seat and began to help him clean, much to his chagrin as he tried to push you towards your room to get ready for bed, but you forced yourself back towards the kitchen and stubbornly began rubbing the dough out of the mixing bowl. He sighed and yielded.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken here and there by utensils clinging and water splashing. You rested your head against his shoulder as you absently ran a dry towel over the now clean rubber ladle, and he pressed a featherlight kiss against the top of your head in response.

Maybe he could teach you the recipe later.

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[luveline]

Maybe one where Eddie and reader are asleep at night in his bed and he wakes up in the middle of the night to see reader isn’t there but he hears giggling in the living room/kitchen and he gets up and sees her and roan just talking and maybe eating a bit of cookies or drinking milk or something and Eddie joins his girls 😌

this is very sweet, thank you for your request ♥ fem!reader

It's very dark when Eddie wakes. He stretches his hand across the short length of sheet where he's hoping he might find you and comes up empty.

Night seeps in through the closed curtains. His room smells like you, your shampoos and perfumes, your lotion, your skin. But you're nowhere to be seen, and he blinks against the emptiness of the room with a confused frown.

It's unusual to say the least. Eddie doesn't often wake up when you're beside him, the last time had been because Roan, his troublesome, adorable daughter, had wormed her way between you both and slept with the world's biggest smile on her face. He decides you must be in the bathroom and lets his eyes close again. He can't sleep until you're back.

You don't come back. He scrunches up his face, rubs his stubbly jaw and pulls himself into a sitting position. He'd slept so heavy his back aches with it, spine curving inward. There's a sudden giggle, sharp and so obviously his little girl that he scrounges for a hair tie to pull his curls from his face and stands, gearing up to investigate.

He tries to mask his footfall down the hall, taking flat steps one after another, sock to cushy rug. Roan's laughter floats down to meet him, scratchy with tired but always as pretty as the very first time she'd laughed when she was a baby.

At the table, Roan sits in her special chair — a very ordinary chair with two pillows stacked on top of one another so she can see over the table — with a chocolate chip cookie in one hand, a warm glass of milk in the other. The glass has fogged between her small fingers to form a clandestine print.

Predictably, you sit in the chair beside her with your own glass and a paper towel with an untouched cookie laid on top. Your hair's out of your face for sleep and Eddie goes crazy at the sight of you. Your eyes are puffy with fatigue, so obviously tired as you watch Roan chatter but you don't stop smiling for a second.

It floors him. He's seen it hundreds of times before, and it still floors him. Your pajama top falls dishevelled off of your shoulder, your pants are creased. You're a rumpled mess of a girl and all Eddie wants to do is spirit you and his baby back to bed where you can get the rest you both clearly need.

As if driving home his point, Roan yawns big and nearly drops the cookie she's holding, a smudge of melted chocolate on her cheek stretching with the motion.

"And he's your friend?" you ask her.

Roan nods and focuses very hard on fitting her cookie back into the glass of milk. She holds it there for a few seconds, eyes squinting, says, "Yeah, he's my friend," and drops the cookie into the glass. Milk splashes up the sides and she gasps in surprise.

Eddie leans his weight against the doorway, too far in to announce himself and extremely interested in this mysterious friend.

"You want him to be your boyfriend?" you ask knowingly, taking the glass from her hand gently to fish out her cookie. Only a half inch remains dry of milk. "Babe, do you want a new cookie?"

Boyfriend?

She takes the softened cookie and emits a distinctly gremlin-like sound, eating it with a sticky, doughy smile. "Thank you," she says.

I'm such a good dad, Eddie thinks smugly. The smugness doesn't last.

"Who wants a boyfriend?" he asks.

You jump. Roan turns five shades of pink and crams what's left of her cookie into her mouth rather than answer, a tactic he uses all the time and wishes she'd never caught onto.

"Me," you say, clearly trying to take the fall. "You're just not enough for me, Edster."

"Well, say it to my face," he sighs, all dramatics as he sits down at the table and helps himself to a cookie.

It doesn't take more than one bite for him to realise why you hadn't been eating your own; eating candy after hours as an adult is near impossible. It's like everything gets sweeter as you get older.

He sets his gaze on Roan. "You have something to tell me?" Then, at her shocked face, "Or not, sweetheart. You don't have to tell me. But you do, so you should."

You snort and cough like you're trying to hide it from over the rim of your cup, giving him a look. You shake your head slowly from side to side. Don't be mean, it says.

I'm her dad, he wants to say in return. If I can't tease her a little, what's the point?

"Nothing to tell," Roan says lightly.

Again, Eddie curses himself for being her sole role model for near three quarters of her life. The damage is done, and she's an adorable, sly menace of a girl. He wouldn't have her any other way.

He feels pretty bad for the way her face has turned tomato red, though.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," he says softly, simply, reaching for her glass. He waits for her to push it toward him before he takes it and has a small sip.

You yawn and cover your face with the back of your hand. "I'm soooo tired."

"I was thinking it's a little late for a snack," Eddie says.

You start stretching, arms raised high and then behind your head until you've clicked three separate times. "I got up to pee and hit the toothbrush holder off of the sink. Woke poor Ro up and thought I'd," — you yawn here but keep talking anyhow, words all warped with your exhale, "make it up to her with something warm. I'm sorry."

The apology is added like an afterthought but sounds genuine. He wants to keep yanking your chain, maybe convince you that he's mad so he can see the amusing blaze of injustice in your eyes when he confesses. He really likes how you look when you're angry, but you don't get angry with him often. A white lie to see your eyebrows pinch and your lips all pressed together feels worth it.

But. You're tired, and he's tired, and messing with you in good faith is fun but not nearly as fun as assuaging your fears and getting a kiss for his efforts.

"It's alright," he says, smile all lopsided as you stand, "no harm done, right? It's Saturday."

You round Roan's chair and kiss the top of his head. "It's Sunday," you correct into his hair, punctuating with another kiss.

You ruffle the shorter front pieces of his hair with a happy sigh and turn to leave. "I have to go back to bed, my sweethearts. Lest I collapse in your kitchen."

Your voice drifts away as you do. Eddie and Roan share a look of humour and disbelief all rolled up into one. How quickly you jump ship.

"She sounds a bit too much like me lately," he says.

"Too much," Roan agrees severely.

He beams and pushes the small mess you've made into the middle of the table to be cleaned in the morning, happy enough that the idea of having to clean doesn't bother him at all, not one bit.

"Are you feeling ready to go back to bed?" he asks. Rather generously, he thinks. Most parents would say Okay, you had your treat. Bed time now. And they'd be well within their rights to.

She looks really cute, is all. Her curls are mussed by sleep, the ones closer to her neck tight with perspiration and the ones toward the back turned to frizz. He pushes his chair across the floor to stroke a particularly messy one away from her forehead and behind her soft ear.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks.

"Daddy!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's okay if you do. You can tell me, too, and not just Y/N."

She shifts around in her seat. Eddie licks his thumb to wipe the chocolate chip remnants from her cheek and waits, thinking maybe she has something to say but needs to work up the courage first.

"It's a mommy thing," she says finally, shy, eyes to the table.

"Is that so?" he asks, just as quiet.

"Princess Peony talks to her mom about the prince," she says, "not her dad."

Eddie cups her cheek in his palm and holds her gaze. She has big brown eyes, so dark the pupil and the iris sink into one another.

"Okay," he says.

She slowly starts to smile, and then she huffs a laugh more breath than sound and seeks out her glass to finish her milk.

Eddie pulls his hand from her face and he and Roan stand almost in tandem. Or rather, he stands and Roan slides off of her chair gracelessly, shirt riding up her back.

Eddie takes the time to neaten it. He doesn't know why, she's only gonna writhe in her sleep and wake up in a worse state in a few hours. It just feels nice. He thinks it's the kind of thing his mom would've done for him.

"If you want to tell me about your boyfriend-" he begins, quickly amending when Roan squeaks her unhappiness, "your friend, then that's okay too. Just 'cos Princess Peony doesn't tell her daddy doesn't mean you can't. Okay?"

"Okay," she says. Eddie suspects she agrees to stop him from embarrassing her any further.

He nods to himself and considers it a job kind of well done, hand behind Roan's shoulders to encourage her back down the hall to her room.

"Kiss before bed?" he asks, leaning down with lips already pouted.

She rejects his offer. "Maybe... Maybe I can be in your bed."

He kisses her quick and pretends to think about it, "I don't know, mini-me, my kidney's still bruised from last week."

"Please?" she says, inescapable doe eyes peering up at him pleadingly.

He taps his chin. Wizened, his face must go through all manner of thoughtfulness. Roan, in her suspense, says, "Please please please please please-"

Eddie covers her mouth. She licks him. He blows up his cheeks and grabs her under the armpits, ignoring her nervous giggling and apologies.

You don't open your eyes as they approach, but you scoot to the very end of the bed to make room for one extra body. Eddie plops her down beside you and climbs right in, eager to sleep away the morning with his girls.

-

more eddie and roan

#eddie and roan #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction

[leclerc-s]

divorcegate

series masterlist

rhys jones they're joking right?

rhys jones charles isn't really leaving ferrari right?

rhys jones i already lost seb, i can't lose charles

rhys jones i still love you carlos. like so much. at least you're still staying

isabella perez SOMEONE ANSWER US!

isabella perez this isn't fucking funny guys!

charles leclerc legally i'm not allowed to say anything

isabella perez FUCK LEGALLY! TELL US THE TRUTH LECLERC!

natalia ruiz he won't even tell me isa, he's not going to budge.

penelope trevino i don't even know. carlos isn't telling me anything. carlos sainz there's nothing to tell when i don't know anything 🤷🏻‍♂️

bailey winters something is shifting

freya vettel i fear you're right bailey. things are changing.

isabella perez CHARLES! POOKIE! CONGRATS ON THE FERRARI EXTENSION.

rhys jones LET'S GO!!

freya vettel praying for your mental health bestie but yeah go sharl!

zoya torres isabella and rhys lost sleep over the possibility of charles moving to red bull

carlos sainz congrats charles.

max jones-verstappen you people are acting as if charles and i would've killed each other at red bull

mae jones-verstappen you would. it's just not fair right?

sebastian vettel congratulations charles!

lewis hamilton congrats charles!

charles leclerc thank you, all of you.

rhys jones i expect a carlos announcement in the next 3 to 5 business days

daniel jones-ricciardo something is changing and i don't like it.

daphne jones-ricciardo i think you might be right dan. whatever is happening is not that good.

penelope trevino i third that. what the fuck is happening?

isabella perez CONGRATS YOU FUCKING MUPPET

isabella perez BUT WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CARLOS EXTENSION?

rhys jones WE DEMAND ANSWERS!

carlos sainz can't say anything.

bailey winters THE LAST TIME SOMEONE SAID THAT WE GOT AN ANNOUNCEMENT LIKE 3 WEEKS LATER. WE HOLD ON TO THE DELUSION

freya vettel WE'VE LEARNED THAT DELULU IS THE SOLULU HERE!

logan sargeant what could possibly go wrong?

logan sargeant i take it back. i don't want to be the one responsible when something goes wrong.

mick schumacher *cough, lando, cough*

lando norris oh shut up, it's not like i leaked a relationship.

lando norris oh wait, i did that too.

rowan todd anyone else have a gut feeling that something big is about to happen?

arthur leclerc yes, we've all been saying that since early janurary.

daniel jones-ricciardo by the way, congrats and good luck on monday baby leclerc

arthur leclerc thanks daniel!

bailey winters I WAS FUCKING RIGHT!

lando norris bailey, not the time

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK HAMILTON?

rhys jones HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US HAMILTON?

isabella perez THE FUCK HAPPENED TO TOGETHER OR NOTHING?

zoya torres congrats? i guess. i don't know?

freya vettel i- i don't know how to feel.

george russell i feel betrayed. why lewis why?

alex albon he's being dramatic. it's time for his monthly cry session.

mae jones-verstappen i'm really sorry carlos.

carlos sainz it's fine. i'm fine. everything is okay.

daphne jones-ricciardo it's okay if you aren't. carlos sainz there's no point in crying over something that happened, right?

charles leclerc i'm sorry carlos. truly

mick schumacher is this betrayal? from lewis?

logan sargeant toto must be fuming a la abu dhabi 2021

zoya torres logan, now is not the time. logan sargeant right, my bad. i'm so sorry.

esteban ocon i think you're all being a bit dramatic

isabella perez HOW DARE HE COME IN BETWEEN CHARLOS? LEWIS, WE HAVE BEEF

rhys jones lewis, i love you, but how dare you?

mae jones-verstappen and somewhere in monaco, nico rosberg is giggling like a maniac.

max jones-verstappen the funniest thing nico could possibly do is come back to f1 and be with mercedes, again.

george russell what makes you think i want nico as my teammate? i want alex or mick or carlos. i'll take carlos.

logan sargeant you are not taking my teammate russell. have mick or carlos!

pierre gasly this whole thing is hilarious. the internet is fighting over who gets bono in the divorce.

rowan todd this is now referred to as divorcegate

dulce perez we can't go one season without a huge scandal can we?

rhys jones r.i.p alpinegate, you were iconic until this moment

oscar piastri nice to know we can move on from the alpine thing

fernando alonso they are never letting the alpine thing go

sebastian vettel like you with multi-21? fernando alonso you said it not me

rhys jones we haven't forgotten about you hamilton. we will get our answers.

isabella perez i know where you live sir.

lewis hamilton please, let it go.

george russell OH SO HE IS ALIVE?!

lewis hamilton i'm muting all of you.

max jones-verstappen no wonder fred was so chummy with toto.

daniel jones-ricciardo who even says chummy anymore? max jones-ricciardo i do bitchiardo

arthur leclerc it all makes sense now. fred became besties with toto only to steal his driver from under his nose.

lewis hamilton your minds are all insane.

zoya torres tell us something we don't know.

rhys jones WHAT WAS THE REASON HAMILTON?!

lewis hamilton i'm not telling any of you anything.

¡leclerc-s speaks! was gonna post this yesterday but it felt to soon, so i posted it today. i cope with drama and all of this with humor and writing. what happened to "together or nothing." or "we come as a package." i'm literally still devastated over this. IF I SEE ONE MORE SAD TIK TOK EDIT I WILL BE COMMITTING CRIMES. I SWEAR IT.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

[eufezco]

I DID IT FOR YOU – Tyler Galpin x fem!vampire!reader

WEDNESDAY MAJOR SPOILERS !!

Summary - Wednesday's plan for you to stay away from Tyler after she found out that he's the Hyde.

—Wednesday, don't —. Enid said very seriously. More serious than Wednesday had ever heard her before. The blonde girl thought her friend's plan was merciless. Even for her. —I'm sure that if we talk to her... She'll understand.

Wednesday knew you wouldn't. She had spent enough time with you to already know how you would react. Dramatic, skeptical, and on the defensive for sure. Even if she'd tell you that she had seen it. That she had seen him turn into that monster. You'd never believe her because that's what love does. It blinds you. And Wednesday was completely fine and grossed at the same time with you being head over heels for him because not only it was reciprocate (which was even more disgusting) but also because she thought he was a nice one. And he would never hurt you. So she would have to do it for him.

—Wednesday, please —. Enid begged while her friend prepared her bag to go to Jericho.

—There's no other way.

Once Wednesday arrived in Jericho, Tyler was getting things ready at the Weathervane to close the cafe. It had been a long day for him and he could only think about when you would arrive. He would drive you both to Nevermore and he would sneak into your shared dorm room. Enid would say that she was glad to see him again, and Wednesday would just hum at his presence. You four would talk for a bit before going to sleep, him sitting in your bed wearing the pajamas you kept in your room for him and you by his side, playing with his big hands as he talked with your friends. Then you would fall asleep with your head on his chest after he peppered all your face with kisses. He'd hug you tight against his body, not letting you go at any moment of the night, and checking on you all the time. Were you hungry? Were you having a nightmare? Were you feeling sick? He was there.

—We're close —. Tyler announced to the person going into the Weathervane at that time of the night.

—Then you should lock your doors.

Tyler turned around to see Wednesday. His expression changed after knowing that it was his friend. —Actually I was waiting for y/n.

—There are some real sick people out there, Tyler. You should be careful.

—Yeah, my dad told me what happened with Xavier. Pretty nuts —. After mentioning Xavier, Tyler noticed how Wednesday's posture became tense. —Are you okay? I know you and him... Well, had this thing–

"We had nothing. And yes, I'm fine. Perfectly fine." She said with her eyes locked on the boy in front of her. "It has made me revalue things." Wednesday walked slowly around the cafe. By the time she stopped, she made sure that Tyler had turned in on himself so he had his back to the door. The perfect position so he wouldn't see you coming.

"Like what?"

"Like who I can trust."

Wednesday took a step towards Tyler. He frowned at her sudden approach. "And I've come to the conclusion that you are the only one worth of my trust." The girl moved closer to Tyler, and none of them said anything else. Wednesday stood on her tiptoes and connected her lips with Tyler's. Then, she moved away from him to see his reaction.

"Wednesday..." Tyler murmured against her friend's lips right before the girl stood on her tiptoes again and kissed him one more time. This time the kiss was longer, Wednesday didn't separate and Tyler was glad that she didn't. His head told him to push Wednesday away, but instead, he cupped one of her cheeks and kissed her back. Your heart felt heavy inside your chest as you watched the scene, your knees felt weak, and your vision was blurred thanks to the tears in your eyes. You wanted to run but your eyes were locked on Tyler and Wednesday kissing. Your brain was telling you to burn that image in your mind so you would always remember you had a reason to hate the person you once loved the most.

Wednesday's eyes met yours when she parted ways with Tyler, her cold stare making you feel small. Tyler frowned in front of Wednesday and immediately after, he turned to see what she was looking at. He could feel his heart beating so hard against his chest that he even thought would stop. Tyler tried to get out of the cafe when he saw you leaving, but Wednesday quickly blocked his way, knowing that his instinct would make him follow you. "Stay away from her." She stated, her black eyes staring deeply into Tyler's, her lips pressed together, a sign of how serious she was being. They both shared a face of mutual disgust for each other; him because of what he just did, and her because of whom he had become. Tyler bumped into her shoulder but Wednesday was not going to give up so easily. She tried to stop him one more time by grabbing his arm, but she barely had him in her hand when with a sharp movement Tyler managed to escape her.

Wednesday followed Tyler outside. You were walking down the street in the middle of the road, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, and your body shaking because of your shorts and rapid breaths. Tyler called your name a few times and even had to do a little run to catch you. Wednesday was walking slowly behind you two. Her attention was always on Tyler and on what his next move could be.

"Y/n, wait, please."

You didn't listen to him and kept walking, with your fist clenched so tight that you could feel your long and sharp nails sinking into your skin. His hand grabbed your arm and made you stop and turn around to look at him. "Explain what?" You yelled to his face. Your eyes were dark red, the veins under your eyes that appeared only when you were really hungry or when you were really mad were decorating your skin, and you were fighting to not let your fangs out.

"She was the one that kissed me. I promise. She–”

Your jaw clenched. "I don't fucking care about who kissed who!" You snapped his hand off you and you threatened him with your index finger, pointing directly at his throat with your long and sharp nails. “You were kissing her back." Tyler craned his neck. Your lower lip was trembling while tears kept running down your cheeks. You didn't expect him to say anything else, and there was nothing he could say that would make you feel any better.

"I'm sorry, y/n–"

"I fucking hate you, and I hope I never have to see you again." Your words echoed inside his head. You lost interest in Tyler, who stood in front of you with glossy eyes, completely numb to everything that happened after what you said to him. You focused on Wednesday, who was a few steps behind him, watching the scene from the distance.

"You got what you wanted?"

"I did not want this."

"Of course you did. You know, because of things like this are why you are alone, and because you fucking deserve it." You said to your friend. Wednesday swallowed but showed no other reaction. It was enough to let you know that your words affected her. You looked at Tyler one last time, his face was pale and he couldn't make eye contact with you because of how ashamed he was. The next thing his eyes saw was you running as fast as you could so neither he nor Wednesday could catch you. You ran so fast that your legs started to burn from how weak they felt, ready to give up at any moment. It was strictly prohibited to go to the forest since Eugene got attacked by that monster, but at this point, you wouldn't mind about the Hyde finding you.

"You planned this." Tyler said to Wednesday. He didn't turn to look at her, just thinking about her face was making him feel sick. It was a very big coincidence that she kissed him and a few seconds later you appeared. He told her that he was waiting for you, but Tyler was pretty sure that Wednesday already knew that you were coming. "Why would you do this?"

"I want you away from her."

Tyler's lower lip trembled as he watched you disappear. Wednesday's words turned into the most annoying ringing sound in his ears, and then, all of a sudden, his breathing was out of control and he could feel that familiar pressure on his head as all of his muscles and bones writhed. You got lost running into the woods until you tripped and fell to your knees. You sobbed loudly as you blamed yourself for not have listened to Xavier when he warned you about Tyler. A part of you wanted to never see Tyler again. The other part of you wished that he would've gone after you, hugged you against his body when he'd found you lying on the ground, and allowed you to cry your eyes out on him.

At the end of the day, you expected Tyler to comfort in you the same way you did that night when you found him in the same forest you were. With blood covering his body and dripping from his mouth, extremely confused, and with that hiker's body completely dismembered by his side.

THIS ONE WAS FOR US THE GIRLIES WHO DONT GIVE A F ABOUT TYLER BEING THE HYDE 💋💋

A/N: THIS ISN'T A SECOND PART OF A TASTE OF YOU

#wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday fluff #wednesday angst #wednesday smut #tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin fluff #tyler galpin x fem!reader #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe imagine #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #bianca barclay #rowan laslow #nevermore

[nhularin]

PERFECT DUO

PAIRING idol!mc!sunghoon x idol!mc!reader GENRE fluff, idol au SYNOPSIS when sunghoon forgot his lines, you just know what to do WARNINGS none WC 494 words

SUNGHOON PACED NERVOUSLY BACKSTAGE, his heart pounding in his chest. This week, he had been given the opportunity to co-host music bank and the thought of standing on that stage, in front of millions of viewers, with you, was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

Just as his anxiety reached its peak, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. "Sunghoon! Hey, over here!"

Relief washed over him as he hurriedly made his way towards you. "Thank goodness you're here," Sunghoon sighed, wiping away imaginary beads of sweat from his forehead. "I was starting to panic.

You chuckled, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Don't worry, Sunghoon. We've got this. We're going to rock this stage and have the time of our lives!"

Sunghoon couldn't help but be infected by your enthusiasm. "Yeah, you're right," he replied, a determined look on his face. "Let's do this together!"

As the cameras started rolling, the two of you took your positions on the stage, ready to introduce the first act. But just as Sunghoon opened his mouth to speak, a sudden gust of wind blew through the set, causing his cue cards to scatter all over the stage.

"Oh no!" Sunghoon exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. "I can't remember what I'm supposed to say!"

You burst into laughter, unable to contain yourself. "Well, Sunghoon, looks like it's time to put your improvisation skills to the test!" you teased, trying to stifle your giggles.

With a determined frown, Sunghoon took a deep breath and looked directly into the camera. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special surprise for you today!" he announced, his voice filled with confidence. "Instead of following the script, we're going to perform a magic trick!"

The audience gasped in surprise, their curiosity piqued. Sunghoon winked at you, and together, you both began to wave your hands dramatically, pretending to make something appear out of thin air.

"Ta-da!" Sunghoon exclaimed, holding up a plush toy from behind his back. "Behold, the amazing disappearing cue cards! They're gone!"

The crowd erupted into laughter and applause, thoroughly entertained by your impromptu act. Sunghoon couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him, realizing that sometimes, the best moments were the ones that weren't planned.

Throughout the rest of the show, you and Sunghoon continued to bring laughter and joy to the audience. From silly dance-offs between performances to hilarious skits, the two of you improvised your way through the show, turning every mishap into a memorable moment.

As the cameras faded to black, you turned to Sunghoon, a wide grin on your face. "Well, Sunghoon, I'd say we nailed it," you said, playfully nudging his side.

Sunghoon chuckled, the tension of the day finally dissipating. "Yeah, you did pretty good, yn. Good job" he couldn't hide the blush creeping on his cheeks as he let out those words and made his way to the fitting room

Cute

#enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon smau #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon headcanons #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fluff #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen headcanon #enhypen drabbles

[satorubrain]

Hey there! Anon with the confusing request. Basically Gojo is very extroverted and loud, and I wanted reader to be more introverted. I wanted some sort of fluff scenario with him and reader. Maybe she’s insecure because she’s more reserved.

So basically just Gojo with a more introverted reader. Someone who’s not as loud/obnoxious as he is. Does that make sense? I’m sorry I’m bad with words.

"okokok" "lalala"

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!

Synopsis: Gojo with an introverted s/o.

A/N: OMGG NO WORRIES ANON!! I was just confused about it last time and lord you couldn't have worded this req any better so dw you make perfect sense :D. And i hope you enjoy this! <3

"NO WAY YOU BOTH ARE DATING??" Nobara shrieked in utter disbelief while looking at Gojo in disgust at the sight of Satoru squishing your cheeks, showering your face with kisses while crying out loud his "love yous" in between every peck. If you weren't smiling she would've thought Gojo was harassing you. Honestly, how could this not shock her? You were so different. You were calm and collected and him? He was loud and obnoxious.

"Yeah" you answer. "We have been dating for..." you pause knowing Satoru would want to answer this

"FIVE YEARS!!!" He responded excitedly with a grin adorning his face as raises his left hand stretching out his fingers.

"I'm sure you have many questions, my dear but somehow we get along really well" You quell her all unasked questions and it indeed is remarkably evident that you both do indeed flow together harmoniously despite your clashing personalities.

Thinking about it you have always been like a match made in heaven ever since the day you crossed each other's paths.

Satoru is Satoru and his second name is annoying. Even on the day you met he introduced himself with a cocky grin and loudly enough you were sure the whole world could hear his name. But instead of finding that annoying, your brain malfunctioned thanks to his smile and made you think he's rather cute.

And it didn't help how he would chatter and talk your ears off whenever you were having stressful thoughts, distracting you from your worries. Him dropping simply little compliments- like "heyy good work y/n!" "oh- you look extra cute today!" "you take great care of students!" calling you "my trusted and reliable co-worker, y/n" when introducing you to someone he knows. Some way, somehow, he managed to get past all your fears and make a house in your heart.

Seeing how lost you were in your thoughts he decided to drag you out of it by placing a peck on your lips, earning a "gross" remark from Nobara, flustering you in the process.

"Do you know what's my greatest achievement?" he questioned Nobara while still clinging to you. But before she could even take a guess he announced proudly "it was making y/n confess!!"

"Oh-" you giggle, a blush tinting your cheeks recalling as you told how it went down. "It was him, again, somehow distracting me away from my overthinking replacing with his chatter. And I absent mindedly spoke."

"god satoru, i love you" much to your embarrassment, Satoru enacted your dreamy tone perfectly. Smacking his hand lightly at your mimicry, flustered, causing him to giggle and nobara laughed at your silly bickering.

But in reality, the situation was far worse for you. Your babble had brought his nonsensical talks to a pause for a couple of seconds before he dramatically gasped while covering his mouth.

"Satoru you did NOT hear that." you uttered. You felt faint as blood rushed to your head. You just wanted to bury yourself and die. DIE ALREADY.

"oh my god yes i did" he exclaimed.

"this cannot be happening" you murmured as you got up, hiding your face in your hand as you tried to flee the scenario. But he was quick on his feet too. Getting up as he extended his arm to hold yours before pulling you back and caging you in between him and the desk. Gently cupping your cheek, to make you look at him with a slight tremble of his hands.

"Hey, listen...." for some reason his confidence evaporated and he felt like an anxious teen but that didn't stop him from speaking his mind. "I like you too okay? I genuinely appreciate how you always tolerate me and my gibberish, how you always put up with my antics happily- i think our feelings are mutual here, alright? So, well, allow me to ask you out.... please?" it was unlikely for him to sound soft... and to perhaps plead? But what can he do? He was a man in love who had to shoot his shot NOW. And you were equally in love.

"Yes please, i- i would love that!" you reply nodding, feeling a bit giddy but better than before. After all, you trusted him and with Satoru, everything will turn out fine you think.

And not once did you regret your silly mistake.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fanfic #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk imagines

[builtbykittie]

Patience, baby

j.m.k x f!reader

Summary: You get Josh worked up at a bar and make him wait till you get home.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, SUBBY JOSH, sexual pictures, SMUT, masturbating, edging (m rec), oral(m rec), unprotected sex, that's basically it

Words: 5,062

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"Good job baby," you whisper into Josh's ear, chills covering his body. "Thanks," he smiles, every tooth on display for you and the others who are losing to him to see.

"Oh come on! This is just luck!" Sam groans "he's never this good." Josh rolls his eyes at the statement "Maybe you're just bad at pool, Sammy boy."

"Don't get cocky, Joshua," Jake chides, holding his pool stick in the air. "You might lose your luck."

"It's not luck! You fuckers are just mad I'm winning!"

"Josh, are you forgetting you and Danny are winning? Don't take all the credit," you butt in, slinging your arm around Danny. "You're not even playing," Josh points, throwing back his drink.

"Poor Daniel doesn't deserve this treatment," you pat Danny's back before moving over to Josh, bringing your face close to his. You watch his chest rise and fall as you bring your lips close to his ear, just ghosting over the shell of it. "You're acting rather bratty, Josh."

He turns his head, your faces just mere inches apart. You scan over every inch of his face, his brows just barely furrowed and his cheeks turning a light shade of crimson. "What the fuck is this? Get a room, weirdos!" Sam fakes a gag, throwing the wrapper of a straw in the small space between you and Josh.

You simply look at Sam, sticking out your tongue at him before looking back at Josh. As you pull back, you ghost your lips over his jaw till they reach his ear "You're so cute when you're flustered."

Walking back to the booth, you watch Josh's expression grow sour, his cheeks even brighter than before. You and Josh had been hooking up for about three months now and the others were pretty quick to pick up on it, you'd originally denied every accusation but eventually, you both stopped caring.

"If you're gonna fuck my brother, fine. Just don't do it in front of us," Sam pokes, nearly shouting. "Jesus Sam, why don't you just get up there and announce to to the whole bar?" Josh gestures to the microphones placed neatly by a karaoke machine.

"You know what? Maybe I will, Josh. Thanks for the idea," Sam snickers, throwing another piece of trash in Josh's direction. "And I'm the bratty one?" Josh points to Sam, his brows knitted together in annoyance.

"He's just living up to the youngest child title," Danny quips, driving an elbow into Sam's side. "Yeah, and who's the oldest here, Josh?" You giggle, throwing back your own drink.

"What with the hate train today? I mean, seriously?" Josh throws his arms up, looking around in disbelief. "There's no hate train, Joshy. You're just dramatic," you tease, blowing a kiss his way and placing your hand over your heart in faux hurt as he pretends to dodge it.

"Is this not weird for you guys? Is it not strange to see them like that?" Sam points between you and Josh, obviously not used to seeing the two of you as anything other than best friends. "Aww Sam, you feel left out? You'll have your turn at some point, don't worry pretty boy," you jest, leaning forward and showing off an appropriate amount of cleavage.

As you look away from Sam, your eyes meet Josh's, the look painted across his face is something you can't describe as anything other than jealousy. You send him a wink in his direction, gesturing for him to come over to you.

His legs slowly carry him towards you, a serious look playing on his face. "Oh, Josh.. you're still all flustered," you smirk, reaching up to grab his hands as he stands in front of you. You kiss each of his fingers, tracing the veins with your thumbs before pulling him down to whisper in his ear "And I know you're all hard underneath those tight little pants of yours."

You hear his breath hitch in his throat, letting go of his hands to run your palms up his thighs. "Oh poor Josh. What do I do with you?" You coo, the very tips of your fingers ghosting over his growing bulge. He doesn't respond, the only sound coming from his mouth being a low hum.

"Mama.." Josh whines, standing up straight. "Whaat? You wanna go home?" Your hands reach his abdomen, smoothing out the fabric of his white shirt and fixing the length of his coat. You watch as his brows knit together even further, nodding gently.

"That's too bad, isn't it?" You mock the expression on Josh's face, dragging your fingers along the waist of his khakis. "Y/N, I know you wanna leave too."

"Hm mm. We can't leave, not yet," you lift his shirt slightly, ghosting your fingers over old hickeys you've previously left on his abdomen. "We'd need to call an Uber. And we haven't even eaten."

"Bathroom?" Josh moves hair away from your face, the tent in his pants growing larger by the second. "Nope. It's too dirty," you stand up "I'm sorry, love. I just enjoy seeing you so needy like this."

You kiss his warm cheek, dragging your hand along his torso as you walk away to meet with the others. "Hey, what time were we planning on leaving?" You run your hand up Sam's back, him being the designated driver for tonight.

"Oh uh, we were actually gonna eat then head out," Sam announces "if that's okay with you." You look back to Josh, sitting at the booth and hungrily watching you as he tries to adjust himself in his pants. "You know what, that's actually perfect!"

You ruffle Sam's hair before spinning on your heels, a devious grin pulling on your lips. "Hear that, Josh?" You approach him "You don't have to wait much longer."

He tries to hide the excitement on his face, but the way his eyes lit up and pupils dilated betrayed him. You place one hand on the back of the booth and the other on the table, leaning into him "We're leaving after we eat." You bring your face down to his neck, pressing an open mouth kiss to his jaw "Then your poor cock can get the attention it needs."

You move your hand from the booth to his thigh, the one on the table coming up to cup his face as you press your lips against his. Josh practically lunges forward, deepening the kiss and groaning into your mouth once your hand inches higher and higher up his thigh, squeezing the skin.

He tries to pull you closer, but you pull back completely, your fingers just barely ghosting over his impossibly hard cock "Joshua we're in public." Fortunately, everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to notice. "We're lucky your brothers didn't see. I can just hear Sam's fucking voice yelling at us in my head. 'get a room, weirdos!'," you imitate Sam's voice with a giggle.

Josh doesn't laugh or loosen up, still bright red and flustered. "You're real fun, you know that?" You lightly shove him before grabbing his arms and forcing him up. "Look who decided to join us!" Jake holds his glass up, playfully slapping his brother's arm.

"He's just mad our sweet Y/N here won't let him get lucky," Sam pokes, a shit-eating grin playing on his face. "Oh shut up Sam," you throw your arm up, a pink blush taking over the color of both yours and Josh's cheeks. "Are you guys gonna order food or what?" Josh waves around his arm dramatically.

"Already did," Danny smiles "We got everyone what they normally get. Calm down, diva." A smirk grows on your face and you turn to Josh, sending a soft jab into his side with your elbow. Finally, you get a small grin out of him "There's my favorite smile! I missed it." You come down to lay a peck against his dimple.

"Okay so.. we're riding with Sam? Aaand Danny's riding with Jakey?" You look at each of the boys before turning your attention to Sam. "Who's we?" Sam quirks a brow, and then not even a second after a look of realization washes over his face. "Oh no. No no no. I will not be driving while you two practically fuck in my backseat because you can't wait seven fucking minutes."

"Oh come on, Sam. You really are jealous huh?" You quip, ruffling his hair. "How about this. I'll sit in the front with you and Josh can sit in the back?" Sam's expression softens at your suggestion, but of course, he still puts on a fight "You guys have two different houses don't you? I don't see why I have to drive both of you."

"We're both going to my place. His car's there," you smugly smile, innocently tucking your hands behind your back like a little girl. "Fine." Your grin widens and you get a sinister idea "I gotta go to the bathroom I'll be right back."

You practically skip to the women's restroom and retrieve your phone from your pocket. Slipping into a stall, you open your camera app before pulling the top of your shirt down past your breasts. You'd put on your baby blue, see-through lingerie you knew Josh liked tonight, and you were going to make him suffer for as long as possible.

Fluffing up your hair, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and take a few pictures before adjusting your clothes and walking out to fix your appearance.

"There she is. We got the food," Josh smiles, calmer than before but the embarrassingly large tent in his pants proves he's no less aroused. "Good. I have a surprise for you later," you smirk, laying a hasty peck on his lips and walking to the booth.

Everyone takes their time eating, you and Josh, on the other hand, finish your food in an instant. You try not to show any sign of disparity, but the way you find yourself a little more excited to get home than you should quickly humble you.

"Jesus. What did you two do to be so hungry?" Danny chuckles through his words, looking between yours and Josh's trash. "I have an idea," Jake smirks, a smug look playing on his features as he drives an elbow into his twin's side.

"Oh shit," Sam interrupts Josh and Jake's bickering, looking down at his phone with furrowed brows. "Hey, I gotta leave like right now. I gotta wake up pretty early and I didn't even realize the time."

Your cheeks flush with a deep red tint, instantly turning your head to look at Josh and trying to hide the smile growing on your lips. "Well, I guess we're going too," you stand up, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder with a smile.

"Bye, guys. Love you," you and Josh take turns giving Danny and Jake a hug before following suit after Sam.

"Can I at least get aux?" You catch up to Sam, taking his arm in your hands and shaking it. "Nope."

Sam opens the door for you before rounding the car to the driver's side "Your place?" You hum and nod your head, reaching over to turn up the jazz Sam had put on.

About a minute into the drive, you pull your phone from your purse and turn your brightness fully down, your cheeks burning up as you press on Josh's contact. Your hands tremble with anticipation, shaky hands opening your camera roll and sorting out the best picture to send him.

Finally, you decide on your favorite and start to type a message.

You: [1 attachment]

You: surprise ;)

In the rearview, you watch his phone illuminate his face with the notification, then his eyes widening as he opens the message.

Josh is typing...

You're met with nothing. You look back up to the rear view, his dark hungry eyes already fixated on you. Your eyes scan Josh's body as Sam yaps about something to do with the song playing.

"We're here," Sam wraps his arm around the back of the passenger seat. Your head shoots up to look out the window, being met with the familiar setting of your home "Thanks for the ride, Sammy. Love you!"

"Y/N what the fuck was that?" Josh practically stomps up to you. "I told you I had a surprise," you try not to giggle as you fish your keys from your purse, taking your sweet time to get the door open. Josh's hands find your waist, pressing his hard cock into your ass and burying his head into your hair "You're only making me suffer, mama, seriously."

"Oh, believe me, I pity you, love," you walk through the door and turn to face him "your poor cock. You were just so fucking hard back there." His hands sneak up to your waist, slamming the door behind him and pulling you into him. "But it's just so addicting to watch you all flustered and worked up."

"Fuck you're so hot," Josh tucks a loc of hair behind your ear as you let your bag drop to the floor. "Yeah? Did you like that picture I took for you?" You bring your hands up to his chest "You know I don't do that often."

Josh buries his face into your neck and hums against the soft skin. "Fuck you could be a movie star with a body like that," he speaks through wet kisses to your neck. "And in my favorite lingerie," his hands find their way to your ass, softly kneading the supple skin through your jeans.

As your lips hungrily find his, one of the hands on his chest sneaks down to rest on his impossibly hard bulge, a whine falling past his lips at the lightest touch. "C'mon, sit down baby," you pull back and grab his wrist, moving him to the couch and pushing him to sit down.

You drop to your knees in front of him, smoothing your hands over his legs "You need it so bad, don't you? How bad do you need it love?" A deep hum rumbles up from his chest and his legs involuntarily twitch. "So bad, mama. I need you so bad. Your fucking body. Need to feel you."

"Sweet boy," you smile and kiss his clothed knee. Slowly, your hands come up to toy with the button of his pants, Josh's head falling back slightly and his eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.

You've decided you let him wait long enough, wasting no time to unbutton and unzip his pants before slowly pulling them off his ankles. Taking your time, you press kisses to each knee, then draw a line of kisses up his thigh till you meet the hem of his boxers.

The sight is pitiful, his cock straining painfully against his boxers as he waits as patiently as he possibly can for you to touch him. "Pull them down. I wanna watch you do it," you speak lowly, looking up at him through your lashes.

In an instant, his trembling hands find the waistband of his boxers and hastily pull them down. The sight of his desperate cock springing free and softly slapping against his abdomen drives you mad, your heat undeniably soaked.

"Fuck," you mutter "touch yourself. Be gentle. slow." Your hungry eyes stay fixated on his cock, watching intently as he collects precum with his thumb and starts to stroke his length at a painfully slow pace. Resisting the incredible urge to touch yourself, you lift your hands to cup his hot face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"That's it, love. Just like that. I'm sorry you have to wait so long. You can touch me soon, just be patient, baby," your thumb continues to rub his burning cheek while your eyes stay focused on his cock.

"Okay. My turn," you move your hands from his face, dragging them down his torso till they finally reach where he needs your touch the most. Almost immediately, your hand grasps the base of his cock before you lean down to spit on his pretty pink tip.

You spread your saliva around his length with your palm, a low groan bubbling up from his chest followed by a breathy moan. You set a slightly faster pace, purely out of sympathy for the poor boy.

The faster you go, the more noises Josh struggles to contain, each one enabling you and flowing through your ears like music. Unable to wait any longer, you curl your lips around his angry tip, lapping your tongue over his slit.

"Fuck mama keep doing that, don't stop," Josh whines, throwing his head back and grasping at your couch cushion, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth. You start to slightly bob your head up & down, your tongue still taunting his cock.

You can tell he's near the edge, and you're not gonna let him cum just yet. You let go of him completely, a squeaky whine falling from his mouth at the loss of contact. "You can't cum. Not yet. C'mon, Let's go to my room."

Silently, Josh gets up and follows suit behind you, letting you lead the way to your bedroom. Slamming the door behind him, Josh instantly finds your lips, taking you into a lustful kiss as his hard cock presses against your thigh. You swallow thickly against Josh's mouth, the feeling of his cock against you making you wanna give in.

"Fuck Josh, you're making this really hard for me, y'know that?" Your hand comes up to tangle itself in the curls of the back of his head. "Is that a bad thing?" He hums against your skin, pulling you closer to him and pressing painfully against your inner thigh.

Finally, you manage to find the strength to pull back from his intoxicating lips "Get on the bed." Josh does just as you say, climbing onto your bed and resting back against the bedpost, his cock sitting up nice and pretty for you. Soon after him, you climb up on the front of your bed, crawling up to him and straddling his thighs.

You make sure to put on a show of taking your clothes off, a grin growing on Josh's lips as you slowly take off your top. He helps you with your jeans, throwing them to the floor and leaving you in just your bra and panties. "You're so gorgeous.." his hands rest on your waist, admiring how you look in the baby blue lingerie.

Your cheeks tint pink and you try to hide the smile playing on your features, you're always unable to stay serious around Josh. Wordlessly, you come down to meet his throbbing cock, wasting no time taking him into your mouth. "Shit," Josh whines, throwing his head back and squeezing your waist before letting go to grasp onto the bedding.

Josh is typically a giving lover, so times like this when you got to be in his spot, always got you excited.

Your hands come up to grasp his thighs, squeezing the flesh as you take him almost fully into your mouth. Trying your best to ignore the intense throb between your legs, you focus on what elicits the loudest whines or whimpers from him. You focus on getting him off as fast as possible.

His hips involuntarily buck up into your mouth, despite his desperate attempts to keep control. Fortunately, you knew his body well enough to know the things that drive him crazy. "Oh god, Y/N," the pads of Josh's fingertips bury into your scalp, trying as hard as he can to resist the urge to grab your head and push your mouth down along his length.

You let go of one of his thighs to toy with the base of his cock and you hear his breath hitch in the back of his throat. Your eyes flick up to his, if there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Josh loves eye contact. You keep your eyes on him, a smile growing on your face as you continue to stroke his length with your hand and bob your head up & down.

It doesn't take long before he's twitching in your mouth, loud strings of whimpers flying from his mouth each second. Once again, you pull yourself away from him completely. "Mama please," Josh breathes out, a thin layer of sweat causing his face to glisten in the dim room.

"Patience, baby."

You shift to be hovering over him, cupping his flushed red face and coming down to kiss his plush red lips. Josh wraps his arms around your waist, dragging his hands along the curve of your back and then up to bury into your hair, deepening the kiss.

A low groan bubbles up from deep within his chest as you start to grind against him, your barely clothed ass rubbing against his length.

"Mama.." he wines as your kisses travel down to his neck. You hum against the soft skin of his neck, wordlessly asking what he wants, even though you know full and well what he wants.

"Y/N, please- shit," Josh's hips buck up against your ass as you grind against him. You simply ignore him, continuing to kiss over his neck and collarbones.

Josh grabs your hips, a whimper falling past his lips as he thrusts up once again against your ass. "Josh," you whisper "hands off. Be a good boy." With a quiet whine, he lets go of you.

You move back to where you previously were, drawing a line of kisses down his body as you go. "Josh, can you do me a favor, love?" you kiss his tummy, completely avoiding his cock. Josh hums in response, his pretty brown eyes staring into yours. "Put your hands behind your back for me."

With a huff, he slides his hands underneath his back. "So good, baby," you taunt him, running your hands up and down his thighs as you suck new hickeys on his tummy. "Y/N..." He sighs, his hips slightly wiggling, his cock begging for release.

Finally, you give in, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping slowly. A squeaky noise flies past his lips, so sensitive from the intense anticipation. The pace of your hand speeds up, and you begin to swirl your hand around his length.

"Oh shit," Josh groans, his hips faltering as he tries to stop himself from bucking up into your hand. Slowing down the pace of your hand, you bring yourself down to lick a stripe up his length before taking him into your mouth.

Josh writhes beneath you, obviously uncomfortable with his hands behind his back "fuck." You hum against him, stroking him as you bring your head up and then back down. Josh chokes back squeaky breaths as you squeeze him, the velvety feeling of your tongue dragging along his length driving him crazy.

Your eyes flick up to his, a weak smile forming on his lips which is quickly covered up by his mouth falling open and brows knitting together once you take him fully in your mouth. Tears form in your eyes as you try to ignore your gag reflex, his cock twitching in your mouth serving as a sign that he's close. "Holy fucking-" Josh groans, throwing his head back and choking back whimpers.

Releasing him from your mouth with a pop, you speed up the pace of your hand, squeezing tighter and swirling your hand around him. "Come on, Josh. Don't hold back. Let me have it, baby," You come down to kitten lick his tip, something else you knew got him off quickly.

Josh's cock twitches in your hand one last time before ropes of ivory paint your face "Oh god- fuck." Your hand begins to slow down significantly, languidly swirling your hand around him to help him ride out the high. The next few moments are simply you and Josh sitting in silence, Josh's heavy breathing being the only noise in the room.

"Okay, you can take your hands out now. You're being so good for me," you kiss the raw bruises on his his tummy before sitting up.

"Watch me," you demand, wiping some of the slick off your face and bringing it to your lips, licking your fingers clean. Josh lets out a low groan at the sight, his eyes even darker than before. A giggle escapes your lips as you move yourself further up his body, now your cunt being just above his cock.

Looking deeply into his eyes, you bring your hand back up to your face and wipe off the rest of the ivory slick. With your other hand, you move your panties to the side.

You watch his eyes widen and pupils dilate as you bring your hand down to your heat. You're unable to hold back the weak moan that falls past your lips when you spread the slick through your folds and around your entrance. There's no denying that you were desperately aroused. You needed him just as bad as he did you.

"Oh- my god," you slip a finger inside your now lubricated entrance, pumping in & out a few times before hovering over his cock. You look into Josh's heavy eyes, grasping the base of his cock and flicking his sensitive tip over your clit.

His hands reach out to the clasp of your bra, but you slap his hand away before he can get it undone. "Hm mm," you shake your head "These are your favorite, right? You're gonna watch me. You're gonna watch me ride you and you can't take these off or look at anything but me. Got it?"

His cheeks flush a crimson shade and a large smirk plays on his lips, nodding gently. You smile and come down to kiss him just before you prepare to sink down onto him.

Grasping onto his shirt, you take a deep breath and line yourself up with his tip, slowly letting him fill you up completely. "Oh fuck," you whimper, your eyes instinctively clamped shut as you lift your hips up ever so slightly and bring them back down.

"Y/N.." Josh whimpers, his head thrown back "fuck you feel so good." You don't respond, he just feels so good. As you lift your hips and come back down you feel every inch of his cock, every detail and vein. It's sinful.

"Oh," Josh groans once your hips begin to roll. "Fuck you're so good for me," you moan, lifting your hips and rolling them as you come back down, clenching as hard as you can around his cock.

Something you love is how unafraid Josh is to put that incredible voice to use. If he feels good, he'll vocalize it. He was a little hesitant at first, but he quickly picked up on how hard you'd cum whenever he was whining in your ear.

You stretch your arms out behind you, leaning back and letting his thighs hold your weight as you ride him. "Holy shit," you whimper, your eyes shut so tight it's as if they're sewn together.

A hushed whimper of your name escapes Josh's mouth as you stop lifting yourself completely, simply just rolling your hips and clenching around him. "Oh- does it feel good, baby? Do you like that?" You breathe, hardly able to get the sentence out without a moan ripping through your chest.

"Mhm," Josh hums, instinctively grabbing your hips and resting his hands there, your pace starting to speed up significantly. "Oh fuck me," Josh groans, desperately fighting the way his eyes involuntarily start to shut.

"You're being so good, Josh. Keep your eyes on me, love," you moan out, starting to lift your hips the tiniest bit. You throw your head back and your jaw falls slack, Josh's body taking over every thought you once had.

You force your head back up to look at him, your faces mirroring each other's and you realize neither of you are gonna last much longer. Once again you start to lift your hips, your orgasm manifesting its way into your stomach, that coil of pleasure tightening.

"Fuck. Oh fuck-" Josh groans as your walls squeeze and quiver around him, reaching up to cup your face. You lean into his touch, letting him bring you down to touch foreheads with him.

You nod against his head, squeaky noises escaping both of your mouths as you breathe each other in, completely taken by the pleasure. "Holy fucking- shit Y/N," a squeaky whine slips out of Josh's lips, his hands moving to grab your ass.

"Y/N I'm gonna-" you cut him off with a kiss. "I know, me too baby me too," you moan into his mouth, squeezing down as hard as you can.

"Mama I'm there I'm gonna-" Josh fails to finish his sentence, breathy moans falling from his mouth accompanied by strings of profanities. "Give it to me, baby. C'mon," you moan, breathing in every single one of Josh's breaths.

With one final groan from Josh, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your insides, the feeling causing your head to spin.

"Fuck fuck fuck," you moan, your eyes clamping shut as your orgasm rushes through your body, that coil in your tummy finally snapping. White, burning hot pleasure travels through every vein in your body and completely takes over your thoughts and senses.

With a heaving chest, you open your eyes and lift your head ever so slightly to look at Josh. His eyes are still shut, his jaw still slack, and his pretty pink cheeks glistening with sweat. The sight is something you wish you could get tattooed in your brain, and you can't help but giggle.

"What?" A smile forms on his lips, finally opening his eyes one at a time. "Nothing. You just look so pretty," you smile, coming down to kiss his swollen red lips. "Yeah well soak it up because next time it's gonna be me on top of you." You giggle at his statement, sitting up and sucking in a hiss as he helps you off of him, juices running down your thigh and his cock.

"That just means you're gonna be in charge of the clean up next time."

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NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PARTE DOS

dear God he's so handsome I can't do this

Maybe you shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't be, but you're happy to see your prep team regardless of how you're feeling on the inside.

"'The female tribute for District Two'" Lionus Treech, the announcer for your district, had cheered, reading the slip of paper inside the glass bowl. If you could've bet money you'd put your life's savings on every name in that bowl being yours. "'Y/N Y/L/N!'"

When you moved forward, exchanging one quick glance with the sharp-toothed Enobaria, you knew none of the other surviving victors would volunteer. Even Brutus, a nasty, violent man that still treats life like an arena, hadn't done much but lift his brows when Nikolai's name was read from the male bowl. (It helped that Nikolai was watching Brutus with an expression that promised unspeakable violence if the older man even blinked funny.)

"Darling!" The first voice cries; the trio of stylists that burst through the train door are as loud as their sense of style, all three clad in some sort of animal print. "You look stunning!" Lark gasps, bringing his warm hands to your face. The dark-skinned man is wearing bright purple liner, the color unfairly gorgeous on him. "Don't worry, we'll get these dark circles out of the way. Where's that handsome man of yours?"

"You won't believe the party you missed last month, Y/N. There were aerialists dressed like actual swans! And a frozen swan ice sculpture!" Jem adds, kissing your cheeks quickly. Her dark hair is pulled back in a spiky bun, the part of her hair zigzagging. "You would've looked glorious in this white little number I was working on--covered in feathers. Just glorious."

"I'm sure Y/N feels devastated she missed it." Xiomara, your most level-headed stylist, muses, her tattooed skin free of any makeup. She almost looks normal by Capitol standards--if it weren't for the ear-modding that leaves the tips of them pointed like a fairy's. Her golden eyes are amused when she pulls you into a soft hug, her voice soft. "Hello, darling. We've all missed you." When she pulls away it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. "The gem of the Capitol. We will do our best to make you shine."

"Oooh! That's an idea!" Lark snaps his fingers. "'Shine'!"

"What are you getting at?" Jem scoffs.

"Shiiiiiineee. We can cover her skin in gold dust! She'll look like a goddess."

"She'll look like a damn disco ball."

"Lets see you come up with--"

"Hello." The moment Nikolai speaks, his frame filling the empty doorway, all three preps whip their heads in his direction. Jem actually blushes. Then the cooing begins, Jem and Lark fussing over him while you and Xiomara watch with tiny smiles on your faces. Your prep team--Nikolai's biggest fans. "Yes, yes I did." Nikolai responds to a flurry of questions, Lark's biggest concern being whether your lover has cut his hair recently or not.

"With you and Finnick there I'll have to keep smelling salts around for the amount of swooning Capitol citizens." Lark sighs, fanning himself dramatically. "Just imagine him covered in gold dust, Jem."

"I am certainly imagining it."

"Picture it. Picture it vividly."

"Let's allow the two of them relax." Xiomara urges, calmly leading her fellow stylists out the door. She gives Nikolai a soft pat on the shoulder as they leave, still squawking about covering the two of you in gold dust. The second the door closes you sit on the nearest velvet-clad seat, a long sigh leaving you.

"Gold dust, hmm?" Nikolai hums, approaching you calmly. "Seems like your prep team is excited for the Quell."

"Maybe they're inspired. They get to style me, after all."

"Course they are." Nikolai smirks when he leans over you, arms caging you against the couch. Your eyebrows lift, chin raising a fraction as he crowds you, forcing you to look up. "You're utterly striking."

"Why thank you. I always say--"

"You always say--?"

"--'I am the gem of Panem'--"

"Yeah, yeah." Nikolai scoffs, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. He leans into you, lips roving over your own while you close your eyes, your hands tugging him even closer. "'Gem of Panem'. You certainly are." His words are spoken softly against your lips before his tongue moves to trace the curve of your throat.

"Yes..." You murmur, head tipping back. "That is....true."

"Mhmm."

"Nik."

If anyone overhears the moan you let out when he kisses his way down your neck, tugging the front of your dress down with him, they don't bother you.

Lol

I need him

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone imagine #the hunger games au #catching fire #the hunger games

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𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝟑)

╰┈➤ release day of i regret you all the time is here, and it's trevor's turn to make things messy

╰┈➤ pairing: trevor zegras x ex!singer!girlfriend

╰┈➤ social media + real life

╰┈➤ masterlist

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-SEPTEMBER 20TH, 2023-

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alannaoregon it's here !! my new single "i regret you all the time" is now available on ALL streaming platforms !!!

seriously cannot put into words how much all this support you guys have shown for the last couple of weeks mean to me 🫶 i hope you all enjoy this song as much as i enjoyed writing it

love you all, lanny 💖

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becky.rivera so proud of you love

alannaoregon @/becky.rivera

user62 I REGRET EVER EVEN LOOKING AT YOU--

user018 @/user62 miss girl did NOT hold back user736 @/user62 I REGRET ASKING FOR YOUR NAME user917 @/user736 I REGRET YOU EVERYTIME I WALK BY THAT CAFE user257 @/user917 I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME

jackhughes bop

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes bop _quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 bop _alexturcotte @/_quinnhughes bop colecaufield @/_alexturcotte bop alannaoregon @/colecaufield bop user364 @/alannaoregon what in the sorcery is going on over here??

user932 NOT ALL OF TREVS CLOSE FRIENDS COMMENTING IN THIS POST--

user273 @/user932 THEY ALL COMMENTED UNDER JACK'S COMMENT TOO

user726 sobbing in my bathroom rn the rest of the album is gonna destroy me

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user817 @/jackhughes this makes so confused... user462 @/user817 RIGHT

dixiefanpage GUYS DIXIE AND TREVOR UNFOLLOWED EACH OTHER !!!

user283 cool post mr i regret you all the time

user527 how does it feel knowing mother lanny regrets looking at you??

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"You're so messy." Jack laughed, looking over the girl sitting on the other couch, her head leaning on Luke's shoulder.

"Am not!"

"You kinda are." The youngest boy whispered, making Alanna gasp slightly.

"Trev's freaking out because of you." The middle Hughes brother announced, looking down at his phone. The girl rolled her eyes at his statement.

"He can survive one hour without talking to me." The singer said, making Luke chuckle slightly has his eyes focused back on the TV.

"Can you just answer him so he stops spamming me, please?" Jack begged as his phone rang over and over again. Alanna rolled her eyes once again before pulling out her phone.

trevuh

LANNY

LANNY

ANSWER

PLEASE

THERE'S ANGRY GIRLS IN MY DMS

TELLING ME TO COUNT MY DAY

CONTROL THEM PLS

Alanna scoffed as he eyes looked at the chain of message the Zegras boy had left her.

"Excuse me." She whispered before standing up from the couch and walking into the bathroom.

"Finally!" Trevor exclaimed as he answered her phone call.

"Leave Jack alone."

"Lanny, I am getting eaten alive in my comment section, and all you have to say is leave Jack alone?" The boy spoke, clearly being dramatic.

"Trev, just ignore it. No ones actually gonna send you their therapy bills or try to kill you."

"You don't know that." The younger boy sassed through the phone, making Alanna sigh.

"You kinda deserve it, babes."

"Hey!"

"You broke my heart!"

"But I also fixed it!"

"Yeah, and now you're Becky's number 1 public enemy." It was now her turn to sass the boy, who let out a gasp at her words.

"I am not! Becky loves me!"

"She said if you broke my heart again you're never gonna play hockey again."

"It's all jokes, baby. She doesn't mean it... I hope." The boy mumbled, making the girl giggle slightly. "I'm really proud of you, Lana." The boy added, all the playfulness in his voice gone. The girl smiled to herself in the mirror slightly.

"I'm proud of you too, Trev." The girl answered, and at the same moment, a manly voice spoke to Trevor in the background. The hockey player sighed a bit before focusing back on the girl.

"Listen, I gotta go back to training. I'll call you tonight, alright?" The boy announced, making Alanna frown slightly.

"I'll be waiting."

"I love you."

"I love you more, Trevs." The line disconnected after that, the girl now standing silently in the bathroom. Her phone screen black when she pulled it away from her ear and placing it into her pocket before walking back to the living room.

"I still can't believe you got back with him." Jack whispered after a couple of minutes of the three of them just watching the movie that was playing on the TV. The girl was now sitting on the same couch as Jack, since Luke had decided to lay down on the other.

The girl's eyes looked away from the screen and over to the boy, who was already looking at her. Luke's attention remained on the movie, not even hearing Jack's words.

"Do you think I'm being stupid?" The girl asked, her voice just as low has his. Jack nodded his head no, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"You make him happy, and he makes you happy. That's all that matters, Lanny. I don't know what he was thinking when... that happened, but he's so in love with you. When he came back from training camp in 2019, you were all he could talk about. It was always Lana this, Lana that. He's still like that." The boy mumbled, the memories of Trevor never being able to shut up for months because if the girl coming back to him.

"But that if that happens again?"

"Then he's the biggest idiot in the universe. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him, and he better be worshiping the ground you walk on for giving him another chance." The boy reassured her. Alanna would be lying if the thought of Trevor seeing other girls behind her back again wasn't constantly swimming inside her head.

"Thank you, for always being there for me."

"You're like my sister, Lanny, I'm always gonna be here."

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lee and lily - haechan dad scenario

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"Honey, I'm home! oh what are you doing there, angelbug?"

Haechan stops by the doorway when he spots his daughter sitting on the bottom step with her arms crossed and a frown on her cute little face

"Time out" his daughter answers with a pout, Haechan had to hold back his laugh just in case you're around watching. He tries not to get in your way whenever you discipline your 4 year-old daughter, he did it once and he ended up in trouble with you too.

You always tell him she's too spoiled, how can he not spoil her though?

Lee Nari, you and Haechan's first born. Baby girl was born on June 06, yes the same day as your husband. The two of you were enjoying his birthday dinner at home with his family when it happened, it was to say the least a very dramatic way of entering the world. Little Nari knew how to announce her entrance, a few hours later she was born.

Since then she's been yours and Haechan's world. You can control yourself when it comes to giving her what she wants and teaching her how the real world works but her father is a whole another story.

If Haechan could, he'd give Nari the world on a silver platter. When she was a newborn, she would make the slightest little baby noise and Haechan would be on his feet checking on her.

You adore it. You love how he loves his daughter. There's no doubt she'll have one man loving her truly for the rest of her life. As long as Haechan is around, Nari would be loved and cared for and protected.

Walking towards his daughter before crouching down to meet her eyes,

"Did you do something that you weren't suppose to?" he asks

"She drew on the wall with markers, then when I asked her if she did it she said Uju did" this time Haechan let out a chuckle when he heard your explanation, looking up the staircase to see you standing with a rag and bottlespray in your hands. Probably cleaning up the mess little Nari made.

"Who knew our dog was an artist" he jokes, he stands up before cupping his hand over Nari's ears "How long has it been?" referring to her being on time out

"Like 5 minutes, atleast talk to her Hyuck. She's getting cheekier and cheekier by the day, and you're not helping" you told your husband, walking down the stair

"I do help" "Yeah, help her with getting away with things" you counter

"Okay, you're not wrong. Not my fault I can't say no to our baby, she can do no wrong in my eyes" he says, you give him a pointed look. One he understood even without words.

"I'll talk to her" he tells you before looking down to Nari

"Let's go, Nari. We'll help mommy clean up, okay?" he says as he picks up his daughter in his arms.

Before the two Lee's make their way upstairs, Haechan speaks again

"Now, what do we say to mommy?" he asks Nari who is currently playing with the button on his shirt

"Sorry, mommy" Nari mumbles

"Doesn't count if you don't look in her eyes. Now try again" he tells her gently.

You don't talk, just stood beside the daddy and daughter duo. Haechan has always been the energetic, all-out type of person. But when he's with his little girl, he's the most gentle man.

The little Lee looks up and look at you with a small pout on her lips, "Sorry, mommy"

Haechan looks at you, waiting for you to succumb under her powers just like he always do. Like he had when he first held her in his arms. Like how he'll always be for the rest of his life.

"Don't do it again okay, and don't lie to mommy when I ask you. I forgive you" you tell her with a small smile. Leaning over to give her a kiss on the head

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Haechan says, earning an eye roll from you but you comply nonetheless.

After all, Nari isn't the only Lee who has you wrapped around their finger.

Giving Haechan a quick kiss on the lips before passing the rag and spray bottle to him. "Goodluck, love you" you tease him, lightly pushing him upstairs.

"You see angellove, there's this thing in your playroom. The coloring books and canvass I got you, you can paint and draw on them all day so that you and I don't have to clean. And mommy won't get mad, she's scary when she's mad"

"Lee Donghyuck!"

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