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cyberhughes · 6 months ago

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TAPOUT!

jack hughes x fem!reader, quinn hughes x fem!reader, luke hughes , fem!reader, cole caufield x fem!reader, trevor zegras x fem!reader

IN WHICH… the new social media intern for the new jersey devils gets a proper welcome from her favourite boys

NOTE guys i had to take a pause on the requests because this was just on my mind so bad…and if this is the fic that gets me canceled for being too controversial then we went out w a bang!! (pun not intended)

also this is dedicated to my kitten clara👩🏻‍🍳🤝 @lovecla i’m glad i have someone to share my insanity with i love you👅👅

she got that million dollar ooh ooh ohh...

make her tap out!

you don’t know how you got into this position. or, multiple positions. hot tears blurred your vision from clearly seeing the men in front of you. the men who had been watching you like you were prey the moment you stepped into the arena as a new social media intern, waiting for their chance to pounce on you.

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“hey!” you stopped your steps as you heard a familiar voice call out just before you were about to head over to the seats to film some practice content.

luke, who you had met a few times, had skated up to the gate, a friendly smile on his face as he approached. “it’s y/n, right?” he asked and you nodded with a smile, most of the time players didn’t really care for the social media girls, simply answering their questions and going on about their day like you didn’t exist. hell, they probably wouldn’t have recognized you if they saw you walking on the street.

“so uh, feel free to say no,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “i was having a little get together with some other players tonight, and some friends from other teams too,” you nodded as you listened intently, scared you might zone out from admiring his features.

“and i was wondering if maybe you’d like to join? some of the other social media girls are gonna be there from the other teams so i was thinking that maybe you could like, connect with them or something? just cause you’re new.” he offered with a cheeky smile and you nodded, seeming calm but inside you were freaking out a bit, it was such a perfect opportunity!

you could get so many tips from the other girls, learning things from their past experience to limit any stupid mistakes you might make while learning on your own.

“yeah! i’d love to!” he grinned at your response, “okay, awesome! how ‘bout after practice i’ll give you the details?”

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you took in a deep breath before you firmly knocked on the door of luke’s apartment, nervousness bubbled in your stomach as you waited. you were excited to meet the other girls, and make some possible new connections with anyone else. your hands fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you heard clattering and music on the other side.

the door swung open, revealing a grinning luke. you tried to hide your surprise when you saw him, usually you had either seen him in either hockey gear or in a suit. you thought that it was refreshing to see him in something so laid back, a simple tshirt and jeans matched with a backwards cap that pushed his curls nicely to the back and side of his head.

“hey y/n!” he stepped back to let you in. you returned the greeting as you stepped in as you scanned the apartment, and wow. he really downplayed on the ‘small get together’. the apartment was bustling with players of different teams chatting and drinking, yet you couldn’t spot any of the social media girls. hm, maybe they were running late.

luke noticed the way your shoulders dropped slightly in disappointment. “oh, yeah i’m sorry y/n.” he shook his head as he led you into the living room where some familiar faces were sitting. “the other girls said they couldn’t come anymore. last minute family emergencies and some illnesses or something.” he spoked and you simply nodded. “oh, that’s too bad.” you responded, it was too bad. but you looked on the brighter side of things, you would get to know the players in a more candid setting, even starting some new friendships.

“hey guys, y/n came.” luke introduced you to everyone and you waved shyly. sitting beside jack on the couch was trevor zegras and cole caufield, with quinn sitting on an arm chair just beside.

“hey y/n!” jack slapped his hands on his thighs as he stood up from his position on the couch. “it’s too bad the other girls couldn’t come, but we’re still gonna have fun, right?” he said and you nodded, cheeks slightly burning when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. the greeting threw you off slightly, only having met him a handful of times

“what do you say we get you a drink, hm?” he offered and you nodded, following along, you didn’t want to be impolite. you’d have one drink to settle your nerves before getting to know the players.

you didn’t notice the devilish grin jack shot luke as he placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the kitchen.

the night was going pretty smoothly, you had spent most of your time with the five guys you had initially been introduced with. you talked about your major for a bit, why you wanted to go into sports marketing, a bit about your personal life.

you went to take a sip of your drink as you listened to quinn talk about, well you weren't really sure what, but you had noticed your cup was empty. luke peered over, “oh, i can refill that for you.” he reached out his hand and you smiled, “sure, maybe just a soda, please?” he nodded. you don’t know how many times that night luke got up to get you another soda, but you didn’t complain. he was being a good host and you didn’t want to be rude.

“so what does your boyfriend think of you working in sports marketing?” cole smiled, taking a sip of his drink. you shook your head and chuckled in slight embarrassment, “oh, i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“really? but you’re so pretty?” trevor hummed from beside you. he had his arm draped behind you on the couch, and he reached up to twirl a strand of your hair as you blushed fifty shades of red.

you didn’t know how to respond to the compliment, squeaking out a quiet ‘thank you.’

the room started to get hot, maybe from embarrassment, maybe from the amount of bodies crowded into one space.

“hey, you okay?” quinn asked, noticing the way you were playing with the collar of your cardigan, trying to loosen it’s grip on your neck.

“uh, yeah sorry. just feeling a bit weird.” you gave him a tight lipped smile, you didn’t want to ruin the night, you had worked so hard to get where you are today and you didn’t want to ruin any of your newly made friendships with the players.

“hey it’s okay,” jack moved a few strands of hair away from your face, an expression of false concern taking over his features. “why don’t you lay down in luke's room for a bit while we call it a night?” he offered and you shook your head, “i don’t want to ruin your night.” he smiled at your pout, “don’t worry ‘bout it, luke will show you the way.”

and so luke led you to his room, letting you lean your weight onto his arm as he guided you.

“just sit down m’kay?” you nodded and plopped on the bed, feeling a weird warmth spread throughout your body. were you catching a fever? was it pms? you had never felt this feeling before. “they’ll tell everyone to go home.” he stroked your hair, letting you lean onto his shoulder.

quinn walked into the room, with jack, trevor and cole following right behind. “you okay y/n?” quinn asked as he took a seat next to you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “you’re getting hot, why don’t you take your sweater off?” you nodded and let him unbutton your cardigan, peeling off the fabric and letting his cold hands graze your skin.

“why don’t you stay over tonight?” luke murmured as his eyes fell to your cleavage once your cardigan was taken off.

“yeah, we don’t want you out driving like this.” trevor kneeled in front of you, examining your face as the boys nodded in agreement.

was this inappropriate? staying over at luke’s apartment? you were just the social media girl, you didn’t want it to seem like you had taken this job just to get closer to the players. then again, maybe they were right. it wasn’t safe for a young woman to head home alone in an uber so late at night.

“just let us take care of you baby, okay?” luke pushed your hair to the side as he whispered into your ear, letting his lips trail down to your neck where he placed a small kiss. you shivered at the touch, feeling your butterflies in your stomach. “o-okay…” you sighed when he pressed another kiss onto your shoulder.

“you feeling hot? why don’t we take off the rest of your clothes, hm?” quinn’s fingers toyed with the strap of your tank top. “is…is this weird?” you looked up at him with doe eyes, tears barely forming. he gave you an endearing smile, admiring how cute you looked. “no, we’re all friends here, just wanna take care of you.” he said and you nodded.

quinn carefully helped you out of your tank top and skirt, revealing your lace bra and panties which you tried to cover up in embarrassment. you felt the bed dip behind you, jack and cole approaching on the situation.

you felt like prey underneath their gazes, their eyes burning over your exposed flesh like they were getting ready to devour you, their mouths practically watering

“so pretty…” cole's voice was barely above a whisper as he watched they way trevor traced his fingers closer and closer to your core.

this was extremely wrong, it was dirty. yet you couldn’t help but feel your panties get damper at their ministrations.

trevor looked up at you, tilting his head with a friendly smile, “gonna let us use you, pretty girl?” as he gently pushed open your thighs and you gave him a dazed nod, your response nearly coming out as a whimper, “yes.” you knew what they were doing, you knew that this was extremely perverted and wrong, but you were too far gone.

your lips parted in a soft gasp as you felt his fingers trace over your cunt overtop of your pink panties. you felt so many hands on you, groping at your breasts through your bra, slender hands pulling your thighs open just a bit further.

trevor pushed your panties to the side, toying with your slick before pushing in a single finger, looking up for your reaction. you whimpered, leaning back onto cole’s chest while he placed a small kiss on your temple.

trevor slowly pumped his finger, your arousal growing with the overwhelming amount of stimulation you were receiving from everyone. “so tight…” he mumbled as he stared with amazement before forcing a second and soon third finger. he pumped his digits in and out, earning moans from you that felt like music to their ears. from behind you, jack reached around to toy with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

tears threatened to fall as you felt the heat pool in your lower stomach, “m…m gonna cum..” you whined, body fighting the way cole hand you down as you squirmed.

“go on baby, it’s okay.” quinn licked at your ear and that was all it took for you to snap, your first orgasm of the night washing over you with an intensity you had never felt before.

“fuck..” luke’s mouth dropped open as he watched your release squirt out onto trevor's tattooed arm, his fingers practically jackhammering into you as he pulled every moan he could from you until you were breathless.

everything felt hazy as they lied you down, they took their time taking off the only fabric that you had left, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable. you heard some rummaging around but stayed focused on catching your breath.

you dazily watch jack as he climbed on top of you, trailing comforting kisses from your stomach up to your neck. “you okay with this?” he asked as he stroked his cock from below you, positioning it at your fluttering entrance. you nodded frantically and he smirked, “‘course you are.” you felt your stomach drop at the mockery in his voice, but you didn’t have much time to think about it before he pushed into you, taking all the air from your lungs. “fuck baby,” he groaned, letting himself sink fully, tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to fall at the intense stretch.

he didn’t give you time to adjust as he began thrusting into you with fervor, lifting your legs and pressing them to your chest. his fingers dug into your thighs and he pushed them down, leaving bruises onto your delicate skin. “you’re so dirty, y/n.” he grinned from above you and you felt the tears fall, which he quickly kissed away. you could tell he was about to cum when his thrusts became harsher, his cock kissing at your cervix as he let out deep groans.

his gaze flickered from the way your pussy sucked him in, up to your face, cheeks red and stained with tears as you watched him with hooded eyes. “fuckkk,” he breathed out, letting himself shoot his load into you, hips stuttering as he did so.

you let out a whine when he pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of your hole and down to your ass. you don’t even notice when he had switched positions with trevor and cole, the two boys admiring your fucked out expression before taking their turn with you.

“such a pretty little whore.” trevor smiled at you sweetly, a contrast to his degrading words. he flipped you onto your stomach with ease, lifting your hips up so that your ass was flush with his pelvis.

cole positioned himself in front of you, and you knew what he wanted. you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him with doe eyes and he swore he could’ve cum just from the sight. he slapped his cock over your tongue as trevor spread your ass cheeks from behind, getting a better view of your swollen cunt before he lined himself up with your already leaking hole.

you moaned around cole’s cock as trevor thrusted into you, the vibrations sending instant pleasure throughout his body. you steadied yourself by placing your hands on his thick thighs, letting your nails dig into his skin as he let out the prettiest whines.

you let out a squeal when trevor slapped your ass, quickly smoothing his hand over the red mark to soothe the pain. “so filthy,” it didn’t take them long before they came, shooting their loads from both ends.

you had no choice but to swallow cole’s cum when he pushed your head down all the way, nose to pelvis as his body shook in pleasure.

he cupped your face with one hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he thanked you, leaving your heart fluttering. trevor placed a kiss onto your back before the two of them moved away, letting quinn take over.

quinn’s eyes scanned you with a look of disapproval and pity. “so messy, baby.” you pouted at his words, he was right though. you had cum and spit leaking at the corner of your mouth, your hair was tousled and your cunt was already stuffed full. he grabbed your tank top that was thrown onto the bed earlier and quickly cleaned you up.

“there we go.” he smiled softly before leaning down to give you a proper kiss on this lips and your eyes fluttered closed, your hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair. he trailed his kiss from your mouth down to your breasts, licking and sucking at the reddening skin. “poor baby,” he murmured, “didn’t even get to cum again, hm? it’s okay though, i’m gonna take proper care of you.” he said, a slight dig to the men who had previously used you without any regard for your own pleasure.

he laid you down, dipping his middle finger between your folds, chuckling at the way your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing. “i’ll take care of you.” he soon replaced his finger with his aching cock, pushing into you gently as he hushed your whimpers with a kiss.

“doing so good for us, aren’t you baby?” his hand trailed down to lazily massage at your neglected clit. “q-quinn…” your nails scratched at his back, leaving bright red marks and he hissed at the pleasurable pain, nipping at your collarbones. “it’s okay, i got you baby.” he rocked into you, never ceasing his actions on your clit and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as his thrusts deepened. “you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? huh? gonna put on a show on for them?” you whined at his words, squirming underneath him as the heat pooled in your belly.

“k-kiss..” you mumbled and he smiled, “yeah, i got you.” he leaned down and you kissed him deeply, moving your hips up to meet him halfway. “go on baby, let go.” he whispered against your lips when he felt your grip on him tighten, your pussy spasming as you came, him following soon after, pulling out to cum onto the soft skin of your stomach.

your vision was blurry as you came down from your orgasm, body on fire from the consistent stimulation with no break. you felt quinn pepper kiss over your face, “you did so good baby.” he placed on last kiss on your lips, savoring the sweet taste of your saliva, “it’s okay, it’s almost over.” he reassured and you hummed in confusion, before you saw luke standing at the edge of the bed.

you didn’t know if you had it in you, and god he looked big standing there. “luke…” you whimpered as you tried crawling back up the bed, but he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down.

“m’sorry baby,” he pouted, “you’re gonna let me fuck you, right? it’s only fair. i’m the one who thought you were pretty first.” he said like it was a competition before pushing himself in, your eyes going wide as your body tensed. even though you had been fucked plenty that night, none of them could’ve possible compared to the way luke’s cock was stretching you out.

hot tears fell down your cheeks as he thrusted into you, letting one of his large hands press down onto your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock as he fucked you. “too big luke!” you cried, thrashing underneath him and leaned down closer, his cock hitting deeper. “you can take it, know you can.” he grunted, his tip brushing against your cervix and you gripped onto his biceps like he was your lifeline. “luke! s’too much!” you cried and he licked as the salty tears from your face.

he didn’t let up his pace, continuing to fuck into you like he had been dreaming of since he first laid eyes on you at the rink. “my pretty girl...” he cooed as your screams of overstimulation echoed in his ears as he reached places inside you no one had ever reached before.

it wasn’t long before yet another load was dumped into you, your eyes lolling to the back of your head as you let out a silent scream while you came for the final time that night.

the room fell silent, the boys entranced at your fucked out expression, limp on the bed with your skin decorated with their cum.

“fuck, wait till nico sees this.” jack was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of you.

“there’s no leaving us now, baby doll.”

©cyberhughes; do not copy, translate or repost my work without permission.

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mythalism · 5 months ago

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i think whats so interesting about the severe fumble of the dragon age elves is how i get the feeling that the devs underestimated how many people identify so strongly with them, even outside of the cultures they are most often cited as analogous to. you dont have to be indigenous or jewish to see yourself or your family or your people in their struggle. anyone who has ever experienced racism, xenophobia, religious persecution, or any sort of social and economic discrimination can find themselves reflected in the elves of thedas. anyone who has experienced poverty. anyone who has ever experienced the threat of sexual violence. perhaps not all of the experience would resonate but some aspect of it would. and even if they weren't so universally relatable, they should have been treated better for the way they do so clearly mimic real world experiences of genocide, racism and discrimination and the implications of veilguard's message to just "forget the past and move on" is frankly disgusting when viewed as an answer to the same questions faced daily by the real world cultures they reflect, and yesterday's anon showed that brilliantly.

but im also fascinated by the thought process behind how they just got so readily written off as an irrelevant monolith. it feels like they thought it would make no difference for players to lose this major point of connection to the world. epler's comment about how the "elves had their time to shine" haunts my nightmares. where are they getting these ideas from like genuinely? i dont understand where this conception of the players being sick of elves comes from. sick of solas, sure. even ancient elves. this is a widely expressed sentiment all over the internet and i don't blame people for it. but modern elves? city elves and enslaved elves and new dalish clans? are people actually saying this somewhere? or did they just conflate people being sick of how over-exposed solas and ancient elves were with being tired of elves as a people? did they think that requests for more dwarf and qunari lore meant people wanted the elves to be narratively absent? and did they really try to remedy that with giving titan/harding a throwaway line about how the elves have "thrived" while they suffered? and not actually really giving the dwarves or qunari anything substantial anyway? or did they fear criticism for writing them "wrong" and decided it was better to barely write them at all? did they think the players just wouldn't care? did they think at all?

#im just rambling #i love city elves so much i will mourn them forever #veilguard critical #mine

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natsswife · 1 month ago

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I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you dont mind<3

pairings: nat x fem!reader

summary: nat is head over heels and kinda obsessed w you but thinks you have a boyfriend:(( (u dont)

cw: nat hatesss your “boyfriend”, brief mention of alcohol and cigs, “cheating” on ur bf from nats pov

notes: just something silly a wrote in one sit while listening to after midnight by chappell<3 *starts blasting it*

men&cishet ppl dni ty

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༘⋆ obsessed!Nat who loves to sit next to you during classes everytime she has the opportunity and that ugly rat- i mean boyfriend of yours isnt near bothering and taking all of your attention, because these little moments are one her biggest opportunities to talk to you, gossip about anything and try to see if there's at least a small chance that you like girls???

༘⋆ obsessed!Nat whose favorite time of the week is when the team have soccer match because that means she can shower u with lots of compliments without sounding weird (so in love with you) cuz for her you're one of the best players in the team, and also take it as an opportunity to ask you for advices and why not? train together everyday after classes so nat can improve her game (pass more time with you) <33

༘⋆ obsessed!Nat who sometimes finds her obsession with you weird because how comes the most “i dont give a fuck abt anything” girl is now giving too much fuck about someone and is now tracking down that ugly boyfriend of yours to see if hes cheating or something so she can tell you and enjoy how you break w him on front of everyone, cuz that means she will a chance with you.

༘⋆ anddd obsessed!Nat who got bored of tracking him down because she now discovered a whole new level of nerd thanks to your ”boyfriend” she almost finished her packs of cigs and he was still stuck at the library reading and reading some boring shit and not talking to anyone, not even some girl that help her caught him red handed or something, but the real question is how can *you* the coolest girl ever, be with such a loser?? how did you never got bored of just hearing him yap about some nothingburger comic?? maybe that's why she never saw you kissing or closer with him, and thanks to that Nat now knows that you need some real fun and she’ll make sure she is the one making you have it, because Nat needs to steal you from that man who’s making u lose your time and be with someone who really loves you and that's her!!!!

༘⋆ so its all set up, during that party some random is gonna throw in a few days Nat's gonna confess her feelings, and she's confident, not because shes kinda obsessed with you and tired of waiting (she is) but also bc it never went unnoticed to her how sometimes you looked at her while she was writing something during class, it always made her sweat and fuck up whatever she was writing, but she never moved because you looking at her made her feel that god heard her non existent prayers and made her feel like she might have a chance? whatever mixed signals you were giving her had nat jumping full of joy mentally

༘⋆ and when the day comes, everyone’s wasted and as soon she spot you with Tai and Van, Nat takes her last shot of whatever deadly combination of drinks kevyn made for her bc for sure she will need some alcoholic encourage to express her love and how she capable of kissing the floor you walk.

༘⋆ she just takes you to a more "safe of men and that ugly rat you have as a bf" space and lets everything out in a kinda “im sorry doll dont hate me but you look way too gay to be with a man, especially that ONE” way while looking at your bf who is talking with jeff and his group (how did he managed to not get bullied by them? she doesnt know and doesnt care lowk)

༘⋆ Nat’s heart did a 180 backflip inside her chest when she saw your beautiful smile just got wider after her confession and a “oh my.. nat are you serious” from you made her sweat like she has been in a marathon, were you expecting this orr…

“yeah why would i lie” she let a nervous giggle and with that something she never expected happened

༘⋆ you just threw yourself into her arms?? and started kissing her??? It was a short, nervous but sweet kiss, both of you nervous as hell but Nat is now confused because why are you cheating on your rat in front of everyone??

༘⋆ but anygays would he mind if she kinda wanna kiss his girlfriend? again after she made the first move?

“NONONO HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND DUMBASS” you let that out almost yelling, do you really look that straight??

༘⋆ u couldnt even hide your excitement because you’ve been waiting for her to make the first move, since you were such a pussy to do that, especially in the toxic world you're all living but now who give a single fuck, the beautiful girl you have been crushing for ages, the one who isnt afraid of showing who she is, dont give a fuck about anything (she now do and thanks to you) is now confessing how much she loves you, and ofc you wont miss the opportunity to kiss her again and again and again, after all everyone is wasted right now.

༘⋆ Nat couldnt believe when you told her that he’s just your childhood friend who got recently transferred and thats why you were close, helping him adapt to the highschool and everything, nat now knows she kinda fucked up by calling him names, tracking him down and deliberately hating him but thats on another topic.

༘⋆ but what she REALLY can't believe is when you confessed that you liked her as well!!!

“I dont know if it's maybe the moonlight who have horny powers, this moment or whatever but… wanna go to my house?” Nat just kissed you as an answer, she’s not gonna waste the opportunity to have you all for herself this night and is gonna make sure you wake up in her arms everyday by now<3

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Do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for AI training, train ur useless brain instead<3

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ivhmavie · 7 months ago

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✭ jealous, jealous, jealous boy ◦ ༆

characters: park gyeong seok (player 246), hwang in ho (player 001), kang dae ho (player 388) and hwang jun ho (police).

how squid game mens would be with jealous

Hii! This is my first time posting on tumblr, I want to alert you all that english its not my first language, so, if theres some mistake on my writing Im really sorry! But I accept any and all help and productive criticism if I commit any mistakes. 🫶🏻

park gyeong seok (player 246)

➴ as a busy man, gyeong normaly wouldnt have time to think about any younger boy trying to impress you. With his job and his sick daughter, his mind would always be focused on thinking about the next bill to pay or his debts

➴ but, if he ever saw a guy being to friendly or close, I can just imagine him tensing up and doing that sexy jaw clenching thing. He would try to not care to much, he didnt want to make you feel controlled or suffocated by him

➴ He’s a patient man, wouldnt do anything by impulsive or without thinking, he dont want you to be sad or angry with him

➴ he would silently observe you two while paiting in the park, you would think that he didnt even saw, but he would be constantly checking you to make sure that the guy wouldnt be crossing the limits with you

➴ some insecurities would pass through his head, he would think that may you finally started to notice that you deserved someone with better conditions, someone that could take you to dates in amazing restaurants and travels; or maybe that you should be with someone younger than him

➴ whem he finish his job, he would arrive at your side, nothing but confidence in his face and actions, he would put a hand on your waist and smile asking who is your new friend. He knows what to do to let whoever your talking to uncomfortable

➴ would make sure to call the guy “boy” or “kid” and make it sound innocent and oblivious, as if it weren't for evil, in fact, the guy is practically a child

➴ in the moment that the boy finally get embarrassed enough to leave, gyeong would hold you a little bit near and give you a kiss on the cheek, just making sure to let clear that you were together

➴ if you ask him about it latter he would just smile and say that he was just “making sure that you were ok”, never really saying that he got a little bit jealous

hwang in ho (player 001)

➴ girl, let start with the point that letting this man jealous would be a problem

➴ I dont think that he would kill the one hitting on you, it depends on the situation. If it was just someone trying to flirt with you, he would have his own ways to stop it. He’s the type of man who has power enough to humiliate someone, that’s the way he would make sure that whoever was interested on you get out of his way

➴ in this first situation, he would probably use his status as the owner of the games, and rich man, to make the other feel inferior. It would be subtle, as if he didnt realize that his comments where being cruel.

➴ would talk about the expensive gifts and dates that he pays for you, the travels to the most pricey destinationd and the places you like to go shopping. It all with a hand on your thigh, because of course he would make sure to show who you belong to

➴ it all would be enough to make anyone feel bad with themselves to give up

➴ now, theres other potential situation, the one where he may had to get rid of someone. In this scenario, it would be if the person who is interested in you was really persistent.

➴ it would happen especially if the person stalked you or made you insecure about your safety. That’s the point where he would have to consider murder someone, but not of jealousy, his priority would be your safety

➴ he would give orders to some of his guards to take care of it, just wanting to confirm that they got rid of whoever it was. Probably you wouldnt even know about what they did, in a random day you would realize that the guy that was stalking you before just disappeared

➴ but, whem you asked him about it already knowing the answer, because, look who is you men girl, he would give a forced laugh and say that you shouldn't worry about it

kang dae ho (player 388)

➴ this boy would be SOO dramatic, probably he would make a pout with his mouth without even realizing it. He also look a little bit insecure, so i can imagine he being kinda sad

➴ so, you would have to calm him down about it, you would KNOW whem he’s jealous because he cant hide it, his face tells you

➴ he’s divided. He feels bad and insecure whem he’s jealous, but he don’t want you to be upset with him or look to selfish

➴ you would have to be the one to start the conversation about it, he wouldnt say a word. But you would know by the way he looks at you whem you’re talking with someone who makes him jealous

➴ he feels so unable because he’s afraid of getting in trouble with someone for interrupting a conversation and seeming rude or controlling, he thinks the only way to be worthy of you is to be brave like the other mens who worked with him or the ones in the games

➴ it would be a little bit hard to calm him about it, but after a conversation he would feel better

➴ there’s a situation where he would interrupt you. If he notice that you’re uncomfortable and the guy is crossing the limits with you. He would arrive friendly at you two like "So, what are we talking about?” and placing a protective hand on your shoulder

➴ after that he wouldnt deny that he was jealous, but also wouldnt admit it

hwang jun ho

➴ first of all, this men is really confident and trust you a lot, so i don’t think he would be jealous easily. If it ever happend, it would be with someone insistent, that really cross the friendly limits with you

➴ he wouldnt be angry or anxious with someone trying to flirt with you, maybe he even think that it’s funny to watch. He would be watching while doing something or talking with someone, giggling in your direction whem the person who is talking with you says something stupid

➴ whem the guy notice that you’re not interested, he would come up behind you, putting an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the forehead, asking friendly “who’s your new friend?”

➴ latter, you two would remember that and laugh of that

➴ now, if someone where pressuring you or making you uncomfortable, he would interrupt the conversation, in a passive-aggressive way, leaving no space for the person to continue talking to you

➴ would let a protective hand on your waist and would lead to talk, making sure to somehow add the information that you are already taken and he is a police officer

➴ really affectionate and protective with you, gets worried whenever he see someone possibly crossing the line with you

➴ wouldnt make a scene, he doesnt want to embarrass you. After he would want to know from where you know the guy from earlier, but only because he worry about you

#squidgame x reader #park gyeong seok x reader #hwang in ho #hwang in ho x reader #park gyeong seok #kang dae ho #kang dae ho x reader #hwang jun ho #hwang jun ho x reader #round6 x reader

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vmlnrzmp4 · 20 days ago

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for the 700 reqs thing, can i make it manager!reader x rin enemies to lovers w fluff and suggestiveness

itoshi rin — you listen to me.

cw: fluff + suggestive

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"you're not even that good."

it was the first thing you, a new girl on campus, said to itoshi rin. loud and clear making everything freeze. everyone freeze. rin stared. and stepped towards you, each step was slow, dramatic and lowkey terrifying, him almost invading your personal space. you held to urge to step back but rin was already there, looking down at you, asking what the fuck you did just say.

you repeat.

and then rin leans down, getting more into your space, "what the hell do you even know about soccer."

you smiled cause oh you knew plenty.

cause now you're standing beside the coach as the coach introduces you as the new manager of the team. you smile at everyone, completely ignoring rin, "im y/n! lets all work hard."

"tsk."

everyone was happy to have such a cutie for a manager. until they weren't.

you were way too strict. way too bossy.

but the real war started now.

one bright day, where everyone's supposed to happily practice on the field with their mates, you crushed that daydream of everyone with— "no field play. only gym work for a week."

stares.

then like toddlers, everyone groaned. and complained, getting seriously annoyed by you. then rin, who was being patient for the entire time, steps up, "who gave you the damn authority to decide that?"

"the coach and me discussed. it is a punishment for you all since no one on the field wants to cooperate. and im just a manager and a messenger."

rin clicked his tongue, mumbling something under his breath as he turns, walking towards the gym, his teammates following.

then one day...you were not seen. actually for a few days. no yelling or no nagging or no stupid clipboard. everyone was relieved.

rin didn’t care.

until you showed up again. beside the coach. with a cardboard box in front of you.

"no way..." one mumbled.

"we're getting punished again??" another whined.

"calm down, she’s not here to kill us—" the coach said.

but rin? oh, rin had a mean mouth. he humiliated you. infront of everyone. even the coach got a little scared while the other teammates literally laughed.

your face didn't changed. or maybe like a tiny spec of sadness etched on your features. you stepped back and turned to storm away before anyone could see your tears. sadly, they all did.

"she stayed up for nights designing those jackets for you idiots," the coach scolds and the entire team freezes.

one guy slowly crouched down and opened the box and pulled out a jacket. a beautiful yet simple designed wear

"...we’re assholes," someone said.

"itoshi especially," another one adds.

but rin didn't say a word.

till once there was no sign of you again for a few days. "where is she?" rin just happens to ask in the locker room while sipping on water.

"she quit. she’s not coming back."

"you sound interested, itoshi."

rin glared at them.

it took them time to realise. but after seeing the condition of the team...they were doomed. students wondered why the entire soccer team was outside your class. your eyes widen when you see them, "...what's going on...?"

the tanaka and nishinoya of the team got on their knees, begging for you to come back while you stood stunned.

"MANAGER SAN PLEASE COME BACK."

"WE MISS YOU YELLING 'YOU LISTEN TO ME' TO US."

the rest of the team apologizes.

and rin?

"...sorry."

just one word which was hard to distinguish if he meant it or not.

you were back on the team nonetheless.

the boys were back on track. full of smart and hardwork with your yellings and bossiness. they loved it.

as you were handing out water bottles to the team, you sit beside a teammate. he asked you about your favourite soccer player. thoughts were thoughting in your head. and then you said it.

"itoshi sae."

rin was there. he heard it.

and worst of all?

you knew he did

at the end of the day, you stayed with tanaka 2.0, helping him do crunches as you held his legs, his abs burning, "cmon just a set more!" you cheered.

both of you looked at the door where the creaking noise came from. it was none other than rin himself who graced the gym room with his presence.

the hell.

"is this not inappropriate?" rin questioned in a monotone.

you and tanaka 2.0 look at each other. then back at rin.

tanaka 2.0 laugh, "well, it's not like im shirtless or anything right? or else—" a glare from rin was enough to make him stop from whatever nonsense was about to slip out of his mouth, "i suddenly remember i have to be somewhere haha," he says as he hurries away.

you sighed, getting up, "what's your problem?" you didn't wait for an answer as you were about to walk past rin to exit the gym room. you couldn't. not when rin held your arm.

"hold me," rin says, taking his jacket off.

"...eh?"

"crunches," he says already getting on his back, hands behind his head. you let out another guy wrenching sigh dramatically as you kneel to hold his legs as he starts with the crunches.

"you don't know shit about soccer," rin says, huffing, still doing reps.

"what."

"don't play dumb," he warns, "itoshi sae. sae this sae that."

"what."

"don't you dare play dumb," he keeps going, getting closer to your face each rep and your face instantly gets red, but you keep your tone steady.

"i mean, sae's talented," you say simply, "and sae's handsome too," and to put salt on the wound, you add—"i'd pick sae over you anyday."

that did it.

rin stops. invading your personal space as always.

"you say his name one more time, i swear—"

"isn't this inappropriate?" you cut him off.

silence. not comfortable, all tensionfilled.

rin got so close, your foreheads touch, "you wanna know what inappropriate is?"

before anything, the moment was interrupted by a loud nishinoya 2.0 yelling where tanaka 2.0 went.

rin clicks his tongue, looking away. you move away from him, "h-he left like 5 minutes ago," you stuttered. ofcourse you stuttered.

when noya 2.0 leaves, you get up, coughing awkwardly as you hand rin his jacket. and before you were about to walk out, you turned. rin stared. and you only reminded him of the match coming up and told him to work hard for it...and eat healthy.

"...tsk."

the team was screwed.

it was match day. and the two teams had being tied. last few minutes left. and you were not there for emotional support. the team players on the field were panting, wiping sweat, and being y/n-deprived.

just then, their heads turned when they hear the cheerleading girls. the two cheerleaders had pulled you infront. everyone's jaw dropped. you stood there. in a cheerleading skirt and pompoms in your hands.

"y-you can do it...!" you physically cringed at yourself. but the impact on others??? the bossy and mean manager in a cute cheerleading outfit????

they all got fired up. some even got a nosebleed but we don't talk about that. tanaka 2.0 and noya 2.0 were so close to crying. and rin? rin scored the winning goal with his face blooming red.

the pompoms dropped from your hands as you clapped a wide smile on your face.

everyone celebrated.

except rin who dogged from being hugged.

and he looked at you.

cause maybe that's the celebration for him.

"oh no..."

while the team got on and left in the buses, you and rin got lost. with your bags and phones still in the buses.

you blamed him, he blamed you. and then somehow, you were walking together in silence. until you came across a hotel.

"…you have money?" you asked.

rin pulled out a second wallet, "just in case."

of course he did.

"could've kept an extra phone 'just in case,'" you mumbled making him glare at you.

there was only one room available.

and worst of all.

only one bed.

"pillows in the middle," you declared. the bed was king sized anyways.

you went to the bathroom.

and came out to see hell itself.

itoshi rin. shirtless. in boxers.

"ITOSHI RIN, WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR??"

"stop being dramatic, you've seen me shirtless."

you have. it comes with being a manager that you get to see gross/hot sweaty men shirtless.

"as if that stupid skirt wasn't too short," he mumbled

"what."

lights off.

2:06 am.

"...rin...are you awake?"

rin simply let's out a low hum as a yes.

silence as the both of you stared at the ceiling.

"i was a jerk to you," rin says, his voice was in his usual monotone but with a hint of apology.

you chuckled, "you were," exhaling, you say softly, "but i forgave you."

silence.

and then—

"fuck these pillows, "rin yeeted the pillows on the floor.

he got on top of you. but he doesn't move. not yet. he just stared, breathing heavy as he calls your name so softly. oh boy had been yearning.

there was quiet for a moment. then you smiled, reaching to cup his cheek, then brushing his hair back and boy was gone. he leaned down, burrying his face in your neck as he places little pecks which then became hot open mouth kisses.

"rin...listen," you say softly. he was listening but he didn't didn't stop with the kisses, "that day, i said about sae—"

"don't fucking bring him up."

"no, rin, listening to me," he stops, looking up at you, "that day i said i'd pick sae over you...i lied. it's always you, rin," you say sincerely, "and the other day while playing truth or dare...i said i'd date yoichi...i lied too. it's always been you—"

he cuts you off, smashing his lips onto yours. boy had been yearning so bad, the kiss being all messy. the room filled with the silent hum of the AC and kissy sounds.

he bites your bottom lip, pulling it gently, licking your lips as your mouth opens for his tongue for his tongue to tangle with yours.

spit.

so much spit.

he moves down to place more hot kisses down your jaw, down your neck, lower lower as his hands start to roam on your body, your hands on his shoulders, as both of you get lost in the moment.

"manager-san, what's that on your neck?" asks tanaka 2.0.

"...mosquito bite," you mumble.

"when on earth did 6 foot 2 mosquitos ever exist?" noya 2.0 adds.

and rin clicks his tongue, "you dumbasses. there was a time on earth where the oxygen concentration was so much that every insect was big as a human."

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isasweetie · 7 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ the way 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ — jj maybank and pogue!princess!reader

“ you a princess to the public, but a freak when it’s time, “

cw ; making out, reader tries to go further, ‘mama’ and ‘princess’ nickname, drunk!reader.

jj had bought the hot tub a year ago, during a moment of rage and upset, and he thought the pogues would instantly return his reckless decision and get the restitution money back — news flash, he was wrong.

there have been many parties in the fun hot tub, getting drunk and splashing around with the pogues, tonight was no different. it started out normal and fun, sipping drinks and giggling and talking about stuff that would make no sense to a sober person. then kie and pope left to have some ‘alone time.’

“oh my god, jj, you know what that means right?” you giggling, sipping your vodka pink lemonade.

“what, mama?” he knows what, he’s just entertaining you because you’re cute when you’re drunk — not like he’d ever admit to thinking that.

“means theyre gonna go do it,” john b even laughs at that, which makes you laugh more. “thought you liked her, jayj,” you say after the giggles stop.

“who? kie?” he asks, faking obliviosness.

“mhm,”

he shakes his head. “nah. no, she’s all pope’s. plus, shes like, a bop, always going after another guy,”

“ew, jj, don’t say bop,” john b cringes.

“then who do you like?” you ask, too drunk to care that you’re prying.

“can’t tell you that, ‘s a secret,”

“jayj, thats no fun!” you pout, gently pushing his bicep which makes him laugh. “just tell me, probably won’t even remember tomorrow,”

“yeah yeah. maybe later,”

sarah whispers something to john b and he makes up some shitty excuse and leaves.

“dunno why everyone is hooking up,” you say. “‘s dumb, don’t like being the only single one,”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m single too, mama, y’not the only one, i feel you,”

“yeah, but you like someone. you always get who you like, it’s how you work,”

“what, and you don’t? huh? remember in sophomore year when you kissed topper thornton because you had that kook phase?”

“it was a peck, we didn’t even make out,” you argue. “never made out with anyone before,” you murmur under your breath.

his eyebrows furrow. sorry, did he hear you right? “what?” he asks, implying that you repeat yourself louder.

“i’ve never made out with anyone before.” you admit a bit louder.

“c’mooon,” he takes a sip of his beer. “that’s not true. you’re drunk, stop lying,”

“m’not lying!”

the water moves as he gets a bit closer to you. “y/n, im 100% sure you’re lying. i mean come on, you’re the prettiest girl on the island, you’ve even got kooks, like — rafe cameron type shit — going after you. and you’ve never made out with someone?”

you splash him with the hot water. “stop rubbing it in,”

“hey hey, not trying to be mean, mama,”

“just because you’re always making out with girls doesnt mean that everyone does. you’re a player,” the insult is obviously not said seriously.

“hey, i ain’t a player, i just..” you roll your eyes. “you’re gross,” you say, but you’re back to smiling.

“i could always help you out. i mean cmon, it would be fun, having someone you’re close to being your first. not some random kook,”

“what do you mean?”

“i’m just saying that if you need it, i got it. i got it everyday.”

so you’re not exactly sure when you ended up on your best friend’s lap, but you really like it. being on top of jj maybank, the cutest surfer and pogue in town, a literal light in the OBX. you’re having fun, giggling between kisses when he says something silly or gets dramatic when you nip his lower lip. it’s like he’s putting on a show to make you more comfortable. your hand is tracing his abs underneath the water, feeling him up, your other hand on his shoulder. his hands are everywhere — like, literally everywhere your pink bikini doesn’t cover. it’s clear he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

you two take breaks to have a sip of your drinks and get more drunk and have more fun. he tries a sip of your vodka lemonade and cringes at the sweetness, and you giggling and kiss him again. your lipgloss is making his lips and neck and jaw all sticky. he wonders where you got so good at this.

you go to feel him through his swim trunks, and he stops you, grabbing your poorly polished hand. “what?” you ask, smiling dropping.

“hey, c’mon, don’t wanna steal all your firsts in one night,” he squeezes your waist.

“when did you become responsible?”

“since now.”

you groan. “but i love the way you make me feel. do you not like me like that?”

“hey, princess, i got some feelings for you i’m not gonna get bored of. but let’s take it slow for me too, mkay mama? so it’ll be a first for me too.”

with that, you nod and go back to kiss him.

#౨ৎ isa writes #౨ৎ pogue!princess!reader #ughhh im so sorry this is so lame #wayyyyayayayyy too much dialogue #making me cringe reading it but i need smth out #on the bright side first post w my bby pogue princess!!!!#hope u like her #pogue princess x jj #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank obx #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #jj maybank #jj outer banks #rudy pankow #⋆˚࿔ jj 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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amoristt · 7 months ago

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take me back to eden

「 ✦ seong gi-hun / reader ✦ 」

tags: nsfw // jealous gi-hun, thigh-fucking if u squint, exhibitionism?? i think??, very very very light angst cuz im emo like that a/n: no titles we use metal songs like men original request (x)

Twitching skin, excitement lying under the stones of your mind, fingers that can’t seem to hold you tight enough. You wish you could face him, bury your face in his chest and drag the tips of your fingers up and down the length of his body just to summon goosebumps in their wake but he’s got you on your side instead. Almost intentionally so, just to keep you in place as he took his sweet time.

You haven’t always been so impatient, but he drove it out of you. To get back at you, you think.

Your back is so flush against his chest that you can feel his every shaky inhale and exhale. One arm remains tucked underneath the cradle of your neck, the other draped over your waist so his broad hands could splay over your cunt and drag languidly through your folds. He’s trying to be coy- you can feel the way he smiles into the back of your neck every time your hips try to leap into his touch. And maybe you’d believe it, too, if not for one damning piece of evidence that said otherwise.

Tucked between your thighs lies his cock, so hard that every time you give him a squeeze his breath hitches in his throat before he’s burying his face in your hair and groaning. You can tell he wants to rut into the feeling of you, the soft skin of your thighs a heaven sent, but he’s got enough brain power to understand the slightest noise could alert someone of your activities. He couldn’t risk that after he’d been so discreet, so silent from the moment you’d laid beside him and first ground your hips into his own until he was nothing but putty in your hands. Silent when you’d let him run his hands under your tracksuit and caress your chest, silent when you’d shimmied your pants down around your thighs and he slid himself in between the supple flesh.

And to think it all started because the man was jealous. A player you didn’t even bother remembering the number of had given you their portion of their dinner, something about the food always giving them stomach pains. Or maybe it was allergy related? You really didn’t care to remember that, either. All you did care about was the fact that your stomach was doubly as full as it could have been and you didn't even have to swindle for it.

Now, that harmless little interaction alone wouldn’t have been an issue. The problem was that Gi-hun had already offered you his only moments before, wanting to ensure you felt your best the next coming games. He was always sweet like that, always looking out for you. You turned him down, but gratefully accepted a competitor's meal. He took it personally, not understanding that the reason was simply because you didn’t want Gi-hun going to bed on an empty stomach. You cared for him too much to take. But a random competitor? Sure. If they were offering, why would you say no? It was hard to give a damn.

Then, almost to add salt to the wound, not knowing you’d offended him, you even tried to share your new spoils with Gi-hun but he insisted you kept it all for yourself.

You think if it had ended there, he likely wouldn’t have become the crab-ass that he had right before lights out. But then the player randomly checked in on you as you climbed into your bunk, leaned on the side of the frame with broad shoulders and watchful eyes.

“If you get scared, come find me.” He’d said. You barely batted an eye, but you curtly thanked him regardless to send him on his way.

Sharing dinner, fine. Whatever. But man. That bothered Gi-hun. He sauntered into your bed beside you, grumping about the player having such a sudden interest in you. You teased him, not understanding the scale of his envy for your attention. As if you gave a shit about anyone but him. He didn’t appreciate the way you provoked him with that humming tone, but you knew what he would appreciate, and you were quick to get to work.

Just like you knew he would, he did appreciate it when you started kissing at his neck, dragging down the collar to his tracksuit to nip at his skin and add to the countless hickies you’d already left there from your previous excursions. He definitely appreciated it when you’d unzipped your jacket and tossed it over your waists like a blanket before dragging your hand over the growing bulge in his pants.

He was so easy to please. So easy to provoke.

But you suppose you’re the same- melting in a puddle of drool and squirms after he’d rolled you onto your side and started poking and prodding wherever he could reach. Little swipes and grabs here and there to remind you, and to remind himself, that you'd given yourself over to him entirely.

At this point you’re sure that you’ve soaked the mattress. You need him bad, so bad that you can hear your wetness as he sinks in a finger down to the knuckle. When you spasm around him, Gi-hun curls around you and croons small sounds into your ear, his cock twitching to be buried in that heat as if it had a mind of it's own. You urge him on, clenching around his digit, twisting your fingers in the thin sheets of the mattress. He slips another in and they drag along your gummy walls.

You could get off like this. You have gotten off like this. But he’s so neglected between your legs, his hips barely rutting for any stimulation he could get, you can't help but try to get this show on the road.

“Gi-hun,” You sigh, breathless. “Please.”

He doesn't waste much time after that. How could he, when you sing his name so sweetly and rub your swollen sex over his aching tip, a pleading invitation.

And when he finally sinks himself into you, your greedy cunt sucking him in and soaking his shaft, he has to hiss into your neck to avoid outright moaning. You know you’re tight around him- you can feel your walls constricting, zips of pleasure racing up and down your body. It feels so damn good, fills you out just right, and you’re so wet that he doesn't even have to adjust himself before he’s pulling all the way out and kissing your slit with the tip of his cock and then he’s chasing that heat all over again.

You shove your face into your pillow and bite down the fabric. There’s an audible squelch with each idle thrust, and if he weren't bear hugging you against his furnace-hot body you would be jumping in his hold every time he sheathed himself within your core. Your hips bounce back against him as he sets a rhythm, little noises chirping from his lips as he did. You're drunk on every sound, feeling your skin growing hotter and hotter, your toes curling and uncurling.

He reaches up to hook your leg over the bend of his arm before he carefully drags it up, just barely nudging you further onto your belly before he started fucking into you all over again. The new angle is exactly what you needed, his member showing that sensitive little spot inside of you some much needed attention. Now you’re really struggling, eyes screwed shut, your chest heaving. Everything's tingling, a simmer building in your gut that has you chasing and matching every thrust.

His fingers find your clit again and you arch against him- thighs starting to shake. You’re getting close. It’s so dirty, the way you can hear people in the distance rolling in their beds while you’re seeing god behind your eyelids. He’s determined to get you off, to bring you to that lovely high before he does but you’re so hot, and you’re so wet and you’re squeezing him so right that he knows he doesn’t have long. Trying to make every second last an eternity, trying to stay enveloped in your walls where he's safe and riddled with a sense of pleasure so intense it leaves him trembling with aftershocks. He's almost there- you can feel it in the way he changes his tempo- plunges his cock into you so desperately and then stills to regain composure before doing it all over again. The uneven rhythm makes you kick your legs uselessly.

“Please, please,” You whimper into your pillow. “-M' so close…”

Gi-hun’s feeling like he’s on the final lap. You’re close, finding your way to the edge and teetering right on the precipice. He latches onto your neck and drives into you almost hard enough for the frame of the bed to rattle. Your fingers grip onto the sheets for purchase, it’s like being on fire from the inside out. He’s panting into your ear and it’s only spurring you on, rocking your hips until each thrust impales you to his very hilt.

Your brows knit, your lips falling parted as you focused on how that simmer had turned into a raging inferno, growing and growing until finally it combusted and burst throughout your entire body.

When you cum, you see fireworks behind your eyes.

Your back arches so intensely that he has to catch your hips to keep you in place, flattening himself over the cat-like bend in your spine, trapping you under his weight. Waves of mind numbingly blissful pleasure have you covering your own mouth and drooling through your fingers. You’re tight as a vice around him, and he’s still filling you with each thrust until you’re struggling to take it in silence.

With one last powerful thrust, he stills inside of you for just a moment. He curls around you and you think maybe this time you'll get the joy of feeling that familiar warmth of his seed filling you to the brim, but instead he pulls out and sinks himself back between your thighs. Hotness paints your skin in spurts, thick and oozing. A deep shudder wracks his body, his fingers gripping hard enough into your skin to leave marks as he rides out his orgasm, shoving himself into your shaking thighs until he’s spent and shivering over top of you.

Your hearts beating so loudly in your ears that you can’t even tell if you’re being noisy or not. Hard breaths panting in tandem, a concoction of juices pooled between your legs, you can’t help but feel like a bit of a whore.

But then again, you don’t really care that much. It's hard to bring yourself to give a shit about much these days knowing any moment could be your last. And you certainly don't care about being judged. Not when he rolls himself off of you and drags you against his chest before you could even think about gaining the strength to move. He’s as warm as a furnace, his unkept hair stuck to his forehead with beads of sweat gathered at his brows. It makes you smile- his blissful exhaustion was god’s greatest gift on this earth. You wished you could see it every day of your life.

You hoped one day you'd get the chance to fuck him properly in the privacy of your own room. But, until then, this was just as good.

“Thank you.” Gi-hun murmurs. You snuggle up against him, grinning like a fool.

“I could tell you needed that,” You start, sliding your hand under his shirt to trace imaginary lines over his skin. “I didn’t know you were the jealous type.”

He grunts, exhaustion lacing his tone. “I’m not. That guy's been watching you. What does he want with you anyways?”

"Dunno. Maybe he's the jealous one."

It’s cute when he’s trying to act like he’s not pouting. It was one of the things that drew you into him- this sort of pathetic need to be touched and wanted by you at all times. He would have to be a fool to think you'd ever have eyes for anyone other than him.

You just wish you hadn't had to find him at the games.

“Look, whatever it is he's wanting, he’s not getting it.” You kiss his shoulder.

“Good. I like this, what we have.” Gi-hun’s eyes are slipping shut, satisfied with sex and content with your in his arms. He pets down your sides with sweet strokes.

You trace his chest hair. "I do too. I like you."

He peeks at you, those eyes swimming with tender love. It makes your heart flutter. He answers your sweet words with a kiss to the top of your tussled hair.

You can’t help but glance up at him, and appreciate the way his furrowed brows have untensed, those deep lines on his face disappearing with tranquility. A small bit of you dreads this part, this inescapable heaviness drawing your eyelids closed. Sleep would slip through your fingers like sand and before you knew it you’d be awoken to a scathing alarm reminding you that death was around every corner.

But you try to not think about that. Not yet. Not while he's clutching you against him like you're the only thing keeping him grounded. The slow, long pets from your sides down to your hips slow into a still, and just like a light, he’s out.

You watch him for a while, memorizing the maps of his face down to the minute detail.

Just in case.

Tomorrow would be a new beast entirely. But for now, all you bring yourself to care about is matching your breaths with his, and the way he murmurs your name in his sleep.

#gi-hun x reader #squid game #seong gi-hun x reader #seong gi-hun #YIPPEEEEE #smut

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tojisun · 1 year ago

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im shaking in need my god pop star f!reader x hockey player price oh god oh god

EXCLUSIVE: john price (2), goalie for the specgru and a nominee for this year’s vezina, seen holding hands with a budding pop star of the era, five years his junior.

both are seen dining together and walking around downtown after this night's victorious game against the florida shadows. the two seemed to be engrossed in their conversation and are happy with each other.

it is important to note that price had stated two years ago that he was taking himself out of the dating market after divorce with now ex-beau martha castillo, his wife of four years. is he rescinding his statement? when was this relationship formed? did… (subscribe to suns net to read more)

"jesus," john rumbles, his words muffled behind his palm as he sags in his chair. he passes the tablet back to laswell, their manager, and refuses to make eye contact with anyone else in the group.

the team were the first to call him since the incident, the incessant ringing rousing him from his peaceful dream. he stretched his arm out to pluck his phone from the nightstand, careful not to jostle you awake.

in the end, his efforts were futile because your own team reached out to you. unlike the specgru's management team, yours were more prepared for the fiasco, sending threads of emails full of instructions how to deal with the situation.

it's not necessarily a scandal, not with how there were more people reacting in favour of the relationship, but john had always been a private person and he is just not used to how his relationship with you ended up being public just overnight.

it's not your fault, no matter how many times you've told him so. he knew what he was getting into when he pursued you. he told his team, their PR department, and even his parents about what might change. even martha was given a lengthy call, the two of them making arrangements how martha and her new wife could possibly avoid being pulled into the spotlight.

so really, everything's fine. it really is. it's just that you've been ignoring his calls since this all started, running out of his flat with a yelled, "be back!", only to disappear for hours. john is worried.

"lassie’s probably doing work. damage control an' all that—you know how it is in the bizz," johnny says, consoling.

"do you know how the 'bizz' even works, 'tavish?" kyle pipes in.

john hears a choked sound, then an abrupt yelp, before scuffling fills his ears.

great. now his team’s tussling.

“out,” kate’s voice pierces through his thoughts. “you all, out. you’re distracting.”

“but missus!” johnny whines, but he doesn’t get to say any more and john looks up, wanting to see how terrifying kate must have looked like to shut johnny up.

oh, yeah, he thinks. that'd put the fear of god in anyone, alright.

he watches as the team shuffles out, all of them sending him comforting smiles, before he’s left alone with kate and alex. kate sits in front of him. “run it by me again, john. where did she tell you she’d be?"

john licks the back of his teeth, hesitating, but before he can respond, his phone rings. three chirps pass when john was finally able to reach for it, ignoring the bewildered look that alex is giving him—kate, it seems, is not even shocked by how agile john is when it comes to you.

"hello?" he murmurs, turning away from his managers in lieu of privacy. from the reflection of the window, he sees alex look away too, in pretense with john, while kate continues to stare, scrutinizing.

"hi, baby," you chirp with a giggle as if you were not radio silent for four whole hours; the afternoon is about to swell at its peak, the summer sun sweltering from every corner of the city. "i missed you lots."

and just like that, john feels himself relaxing. his shoulders sag in the newfound comfort wafting from within his chest, his bruised lips—he didn't even know he had been biting them in his worry—slipping between his teeth, and his forehead easing from all his frowning.

john feels like he's won another game; like they've defeated the shadows and claimed the cup for themselves already.

"s'alright," he says, a touch softer. "all is well f'r you?"

"all is well," you reply, voice curling like you’re smiling. "i'm gonna do somethin' soon so all i ask is that you trust me, okay?"

"of course," john instantly replies before his mind could even comprehend what you just said. "wait what-"

"okay then. bye!"

the line drops just like that.

"oh god," kate hisses from behind john. john can't quite say he mirrors the sentiment because anything you do is good. everything that you are is bright.

he would trust you with a goal, if he could—you have his heart already, after all.

"holy shit!" mactavish shrieks before a phone is shoved underneath john's face.

he goes cross-eyed, blinded by the blue light for a minute, before he is finally able to push johnny's hand away. he plucks the phone from his friend, grunting when the rest of the squad flank him, heads butting his own as they try to get a glimpse of what was on mactavish's phone.

simon begins to laugh while kyle repeats johnny's words.

john can't blame them. holy shit indeed.

it was a new post from you, in instagram. it was a picture he remembers you asking him to take for you from the night before, all coy as you danced in front of him, both of you ignoring the obvious tent underneath his sweats.

"i want a keepsake," you murmured while batting your eyelashes. "please?"

"it's all yours, if you want," john remembers replying, all parched with his need.

"no," you said with a giggle. "a picture's enough."

"okay," he had said with a croak, his eyes blown wide as desire bloats from the pit of his belly.

so here it is now, posted for everyone's eyes in your account, the product of your seduction—you, sitting on the back your legs, stretching out on the bed, clothed in nothing but his jersey for a top—the bold and white-coloured 2 almost covers your whole back—and a black bikini for a bottom.

his eyes flit to the caption: comfy in his shirt. #letsgospecgru

"holy shit," john rasps out loud this time, his need growing teeth.

keller bursts into the locker room. “your turn to post with her merch.” he throws something at john and it is only his reflexes that allows him to catch it with his hands.

he looks at it—it’s a cream jumper sold during the release of your new album. the material is soft, the embroidery so smooth. the logo, even, is beautiful.

say less, he thought, already slipping out of his practice shirt and into the jumper.

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pricejhn2: her number one fan #newalbum

#john price x reader #john price x f!reader #captain john price #tf 141 #john price #suns #hockey au #LOSING MY MIND THIS IS SO FUNNT #pls let me be delusional bc i would 100% cry if yall @ me with hatred in ur heart </33

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter eight:

➴ warnings: none!!

➴ word count: 3.6k

➴ author’s note: don’t you guys love when people kiss and make up?

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sophiamontenegro thanks for having me, new york 🎅🏻

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mtv JAW IS ON THE FLOOR

trevorzegras you should’ve come to anaheim

sophiamontenegro trevorzegras and u should fuck off

user1 sophiamontenegro trevorzegras I wanna know the beef between them so bad someone put me in soph’s close friends list

user2 user1 im pretty sure its just Trevor who doesn’t know how to take a hint…

arianagrande i love you

morgan.grace you’re so fucking hot Sophia the hell

user4 PROUD TO SAY THAT I WAS IN THAT CROWD

user5 damn how did Jack fumble this 😂

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DECEMBER always brought more work than you’d like to have but for the first time since you started working as a singer, you were grateful for it.

You had so many appearances, so many fans to see, so many concerts to do. You were grateful singing was your favorite thing to do because time passed and you didn’t even notice it.

But, now some of the fuss calmed down and you were able to spend time doing things that weren’t related to your career, like;

“Sophia, come on, you’re gonna be late!” Grace shouted from the living room and you laughed, pouring the butter flavored popcorn into a bowl. “Sophia!”

“Jesus, Grace, calm down,” you shouted back, looking for napkins. “It’s not like we have to be there or whatever.”

Today the Devils were playing against the Blackhawks and Grace asked you if you both could watch it at your house.

“We don’t have to if you think it will make you sad, but i really wanted to watch Nico tonight.” Grace smiled, not even trying to hide how she was head over heels for him.

“It’s okay, Grace, I swear. I want to see Nico too,” you smiled, trying to hide the fact that you’d secretly been watching all of their games, desperate to catch a glimpse of Jack’s blue eyes. “We can do a girls night.”

“But you’re losing all the good shit,” she whined. “The Blackhawks players are fine, too. That Bedard kid is a cute, little honeybun.”

You chuckled, walking away from the kitchen and sitting on the couch beside her, putting the bowl on the table.

“He has a girlfriend, y’know. He dates his teammate’s sister, Ellie I think.”

“Oh, I think I saw a picture of them together at a party last month,” she tapped her chin with her index finger. “They do look cute together.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, watching as the commentator introduced the players. “Who do you think is going to win?”

“Girl, I don’t like to tell anyone my predictions because what if I jinx it?” She stared at you, like you were crazy just for asking.

You rolled your eyes. “Ever since you and Nico started fucking you became awfully surpersticious.”

“Sophia Montenegro!” She raised her arms, kicking you with her feet. “You can’t talk to me like that! I’m your sister.”

“Which gives me permission to say that you and Nico are fucking. Who cares?” You kicked her back, starting a kicking fight.

You both just stopped when you were both out of breath and the game was starting. The first period was going surprisingly smooth for the Blackhawks, which made you— secretly— worry.

Jack has probably seen better days. You would always say that he’s the number one player in the team because for you he absolutely is, but even someone who didn’t know anything about Hockey could tell that he was lacking.

You bit your lips and squeezed your thighs because, even after everything, Jack looked so fucking good. Especially with the black Devils uniform. He looked handsome and you knew that he was all of that, and he’d always be.

Sometimes you’d think about how good the sex between the two of you was, and you’d wonder if you’d find anything like that ever again.

At the end of the first period, the scoreboard read 2-1, the Blackhawks winning. You and Grace were in the middle of a discussion about how her ex looked like Shaggy from Scooby Doo when the commentator started showing the celebrities who showed up to the game.

“Who even cares about the celebrities who showed up?” You threw popcorn at the screen. “Or even better, since when do they show celebrities? Aren’t they supposed to be interviewing the players or whatever?”

“You know a lot for someone who doesn’t watch the games,” Grace teased you, and you just pushed a handful of popcorn inside your mouth. “And sorry to say this, sweetie, but if people didn’t care about celebrities, you and I wouldn’t have a job.”

You rolled your eyes, paying attention to the TV again.

“So, tell me, Nat, I’ve heard that we have some pretty famous people here today.” The announcer talked to the reporter who was standing in some kind of expensive room Sophia didn’t know the name of.

The black woman just smiled, nodding her head and bringing the microphone closer to her face.

“That’s right, Shaan. Some well known people blessed us with their presence here today…”

“I hope it's Ariana Grande or some shit like that.” Grace muttered beside you.

“Oh remind me to call her later, I need to visit her next time I’m in LA,” you replied mindlessly, still watching the sports channel.

“…And among all of these people, we have the one and only, Harris Dickinson and his girlfriend, Chloe McGill!”

“What?!” You heard Grace yelling beside you, which confirmed that what you were seeing wasn’t just your head trying to play games with you.

There he stood, in all his glory, with the cocky smirk that once gave you butterflies and was now making you sick, with his arm wrapped around a girl’s waist.

“Am I tripping or that girl looks awfully like you?”

You looked at the scene in front of you, where the reporter was now interviewing Harris with an enthusiastic smile. The girl beside him, Chloe you think, indeed looked a lot like you.

“She… she looks just like how I did when I started dating him,” you concluded, feeling sick all over again. “Even the fucking bangs, Grace.”

She put her hand on your left arm, caressing you. “I’m so sorry, bubba. Do you want me to turn it off?”

“No, ‘course not,” you reassured her, trying to smile. “I’m fine, I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

“Okay,” Grace whispered. “Okay.”

“…I’m just happy to be here, y’know?” Harris stated, still showing his pearly white teeth. “I’m a huge Devils fan, just like my girl here.”

“That’s the biggest lie he’s ever said,” you laughed, feeling sorry for how pathetic he is. “He deadass couldn’t even stand the thought of Hockey, or any sport for that matter. What the hell is he even saying?”

“Well, apparently that little girlfriend of his, is the daughter of one of the Devils’ coaches,” Grace promptly replied, and you looked at her, ready to ask how the hell she knew that, but seeing the phone in her hand. “They’re like, rich as fuck.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Harris’ type to me.” You mumbled, praying that the second period would come faster.

And maybe God did hear your prayers because not even five minutes later, the Devils and the Blackhawks were back on the ice. The game was nerve wracking, your nails and eardrums long gone from how much you’d bitten them and how loud Grace screamed during the game.

Jack was smooth on ice, the best you’ve seen him playing all season, even before you and him fought. It was satisfying to watch him doing what he loved and you were happy that he was finally getting back on track.

Two hours later, the game ended; the Devils won. Grace cheered and jumped around while you laughed at her, happy to see her happy. Even if you didn’t understand much of hockey and even if you didn’t care about it, you were also thrilled, because you knew Jack would be happy.

You kinda hated your mind for always thinking about him but you couldn’t help it. Not when you saw how handsome he looked and not when you still loved him. A lot.

The same reporter from before, Nat, continued to talk, interviewing some of the players from the team. Grace whined about being hungry and you rolled your eyes, getting up to cook for her.

“What do you want?” You asked, opening your cabinets. “I can make pasta for us.”

“Ugh, yes, please,” she fake-moaned and you laughed. “If I’m going to fuck Nico tonight, Imma need all the carbs in the world,”

“You’re disgusting. I hope you know that,” you answered back, putting the water to boil.

“For Nico Hischier? Hell yes I am!”

You cut the onions and garlic, before putting olive oil on a separate pan and adding them. Grace continued to yap about the game, pointing out all the best players and who she liked best, while you just nodded and cooked.

“Ooh, they’re having a fancy celebrating party tonight!” She yelled from the living room, even if you could still see her and the TV because you had an open kitchen, grabbing your attention. “Is it a gala? I hope it is, Hockey players look so fucking good in suits.”

“And they say I’m the horny one…” you mumbled, putting the tomato sauce inside the pan.

“Can this woman give us some information we actually want to hear? I don’t care if they have points or not, I just want to see them in suits!”

“She’s just doing her job, Grace, stop being a whore.”

Moving around the kitchen, you finished Grace’s dinner, and grabbed a plate for her, not after filling up a glass of cold water and grating some cheese.

You went back to the living room, placing everything in front of her, while she hugged you from behind, giving you neck kisses.

“I am going to wife you up, baby!”

You giggled. “Shut up and eat, weirdo,”

She just let you go and sat on the floor, swallowing the pasta like it was her last meal.

You both watched as they showed the party, all of the players there, people laughing and smiling for pictures. Jack wasn’t interacting with the reporters, and you thought it was weird, even if you knew he low-key hated them.

“…so, yeah, I’m definitely happy we won tonight but we still have to work hard—” Mercer suddenly stopped himself mid-sentence, leaving the woman— Nat— beside him confused. He covered his mouth with his hand and laughed. “Is that Jack fighting someone? That’s sick! Film that, baldy!” He asked the cameraman.

You and Grace stopped talking and stared at each other. The camera suddenly changed angles and showed a body you knew way too well on top of another body you, unfortunately, also knew well.

“Jesus, Jack is punching Harris in the face!” Grace announced, like you weren’t watching it yourself.

The angles weren’t good because you’d bet money the cameraman wasn’t expecting to record a fight tonight, but it was still pretty damn clear that Jack was punching Harris’ face repeatedly, while his girlfriend screamed and cried and the other players tried to get him off Harris’ face.

Harris fought back, but even though he tried, he wasn’t used to fighting. Unlike Jack, who threw every punch with force and precision.

“It seems like our number eighty-six, Jack Hughes, is having a fist fight with the actor Harris Dickinson!”

“Stop trying to state the obvious, bitch, film the fucking fight!” Grace yelled.

“Grace, calm down.” you whispered, watching as the camera focused on Jack again, this time him being dragged by Nico and Nathan while he shouted at them to let him go.

This was bad. Like, bad, truly bad. They focused on Harris’ face for just a second, and it was enough— his face was all bloody and he was probably going to have a black eye for a week, with how swollen his eye was. Jack had most likely broken his nose and shit wasn’t looking good.

“Oh my God, why did he do this!” You got up from the couch, pacing around the room. “Fuck, does he know what this is going to do to him? Harris is dating the Coach’s daughter, what the hell!”

Grace was also too stunned to speak, something that did not happen often. You could tell she was just as distressed as you.

“Harris Dickinson is going to the hospital with his girlfriend Chloe and his father-in-law, Coach Ryan McGill.”

“What the fuck, this is bad,” you put your hands on your head, trying to figure out what to do. “I need to do something.”

Grace sighed, loudly. “I should be the brain in our friendship but… yeah. I mean, I know you guys are out of contact right now but this… he definitely did this for you…”

“Yeah, Grace, make me feel worse, go ahead.” You hissed.

“I’m not trying to make you feel worse, baby, you know why he did that!” She raised her arms. “You should talk to him. This obviously isn’t working for any of you.”

“Grace—”

“No, you will hear me now!” She talked on top of you, also getting up. “I’ve watched you put on a fake smile and pretend you’re fine and I didn’t say anything because I knew you had to figure it out yourself, but I can’t do this anymore. You’re drowning yourself in work, you spend half of your time at your studio and the other half at John’s studio. You don’t go out, you don’t live.”

“Grace.” You tried again.

“And usually I’d say something like: ‘get over that fucking asshole’ or ‘he isn’t worth it’!” She walked back and forth. “But the worst part is that Nico told me Jack is just like you!”

That made you stop. “What?”

“He’s not at parties, he’s not hanging out with the team, he’s not goofing around. All he does is sleep, eat and go to practice. And, fuck, Nico doesn’t know what to do because Jack never acted like this before.”

“Grace, what…” you breathed, almost yanking your hoodie with how much force you were holding it. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s so fucking obvious you both love each other yet you won’t do anything!” She lamented, staring at your eyes. “I can’t watch you fall apart like this. You have to tell him that you want to be with him.”

“Grace, I can’t— I can’t do that.” You stuttered, trying your hardest not to cry.

“Sophia,” she whispered, grabbing your hands. “That man loves you. He just punched your ex-boyfriend on national television, with everyone watching. I stand with what I said back at that dreadful Halloween party, I’ve seen how he looks at you. And he loves you. Jack Hughes loves you, Sophia.”

You let her words sink in, nodding once. Grace was bossy, delusional and a bit insane too but she was right. You needed to do something.

“Okay,” you agreed, holding her against your body. “What do I do?”

“Shit, I didn’t think you’d agree with what I was saying… I don’t know?”

“You’re such a dumbass sometimes,” you laughed and she pinched your butt. “I think… I think I’m going to his house.”

“That’s a bald ass move and so right. Want me to go with you?”

“No, I’m good. I don’t even know if he’ll hear me out but I’ll try?” You stepped back, grabbing your car keys and purse.

“Call me if anything goes wrong,” she blinked, going back to the couch. “If you don’t, I’ll call you and risk interrupting your fuck.”

“Like I’d ever pick up,” you joked, leaving the house.

Jack lived thirty minutes away from you, and alongside with that, it was a Friday night in Newark— of course the streets were filled with cars. It took you an hour to get there but even so, Jack’s car wasn’t parked in front of his garage like it used to.

You turned your car off, and waited. You could wait outside but with how cold it was, it was safer for you to wait inside. You couldn’t risk getting sick.

Seconds turned into minutes and when the one hour mark came, you sighed.

“Maybe he isn’t coming home tonight,” you said to no one, tired of waiting. You knew you could call him, but you weren't entirely sure he’d pick up. “Maybe it’s just traffic.”

You decided to wait a little bit more, half an hour. If Jack wasn’t there by the end of it, you’d just come back tomorrow. Fortunately, shortly after that, Jack’s car was parked outside of his house.

You watched as he got out of it, opened the back door and grabbed his duffel bag. Taking a deep breath, you left your car and closed the door silently.

Walking to his porch with fast steps, you called him. “Jack!”

He stopped immediately, turning around to face you. He had a bandage on his eyebrow and one on his cheek. Your heart tugged on your chest.

“Soph?” He asked, like he couldn’t believe you were standing in front of him.

You stepped closer, smiling awkwardly.

“Hi,” you said, softly, putting your hands inside your pockets. “Can we… hum… talk?”

He stared at you for a second, before nodding and turning around again, opening his door and letting you inside the house first. You thanked him and stepped inside, taking in the sight you missed so much, his home.

You both stayed quiet for a while; he put his things away and you stood there, weirdly. You didn’t know how to start the conversation, so you just stared at him. He looked tired, dark circles adorning his face, hair messy and face a bit swollen. Even if he looked hurt, he looked ten thousand times better than Harris, who was probably in the emergency room at the local hospital.

“Jack,” you started, noticing how his body went stiff and he stopped moving. “Why did you do it?”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply, stepping closer and putting your hand on his face, feeling the hotness of it, and realizing you missed him more than you knew.

“Jesus, Jack, do you even realize what you did?” You whispered, moving your thumb up and down. “He’s dating your coach’s daughter. He’s a powerful man, baby.” The pet name slipped out of your tongue, but you didn’t want to take it back.

“Fuck,” he breathed, grabbing your wrist and kissing it. “Say it again, Soph.”

Maybe someone else would need him to clarify it better, explain further. But not you. Not when the love you felt for him ran deep inside your soul.

“Baby,” you whispered again, watching as he closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Sophia, fuck, what did you do to me?” His voice sounded so tender, you could feel your body wanting nothing more than to melt inside his arms. “I can’t— Fuck.”

“Jack, you need to understand that what you did, baby, it could cost you a lot—”

“I know. Soph, I know that. And I still would break his asshole’s nose again and again.”

“Why did you do it?”

He stepped away, and you immediately wanted him to come back. “Why did I do it? Isn’t it obvious?” He laughed, humorlessly. “Sophia, I am in love with you. I love you.”

You felt your cheeks getting wet, and only then did you realize you were crying.

“I didn’t understand it sooner because, hell, I have never loved a woman before that wasn’t my mom, and even then, it’s not even close to what I feel towards you,” he ran his hands through his hair. “I didn’t think being in a relationship was for me, I didn’t even want it. But now I look at you and—” he looked at you, blue eyes brighter than you’d ever seen. “I look at you and I realize you’re all I want.”

You were fully crying now, the tears running down your face like models on a runway. Your hands were shaking, and you wanted to scream at him.

“You’re it for me, baby,” he stepped closer, gently putting his hands on your waist, letting you rest your head on his chest. “I know that you’re upset, and I know this isn’t easy for you. We all got bags full of shit that we don’t want, but I will unpack them for you, baby. Just… just let me.”

“Jack,” you sniffled, trying to stop crying. “I need you to know that I love you, too. But,” you pressed your lips together, organising your thoughts. “You need to know that sometimes it’s going to be hard for me. I don’t trust so easily anymore and I’m sorry for it but that’s just who I am.”

You could swear you could feel his smile, while he held you tighter. “It’s okay, Soph. When I tell you that I want you, I don’t mean only the good parts. I want you whole. I want the bad, the good and the in-between,”

“What if,” you hold him impossibly closer. “I don’t want you to get tired of me.”

“Tired of you?” He chuckled. “I want to marry you.”

You stepped away from his like he was on fire. Frowning, you raised your finger.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Hughes. Besides that, you’re literally twenty-two.”

“I don’t mind you being my old sugar mommy,” he shrugged, smiling.

“Call me old again, Jack Hughes, and I promise you will never hear from me again.” You smiled too, and for the first time in probably two months, it felt real.

“Yes, ma’am,” he stopped smiling, stepping closer to you again. Holding your wrists to his mouth, he kissed the right first before moving onto the next. After he was done, he placed them on his neck, grabbing your waist.

You stood on your toes, trying to stay face to face with him.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

You smiled. “I guess you can.”

“You guess?” He bickered back, plastering his white teeth for you. “Can I kiss you, baby?” He whispered, kissing your cheeks. Then your nose, then your forehead. Always gentle and steady. “Soph, sweetheart, can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, you just glued your lips together, moaning because you had missed this so much. His lips felt like the sweetest thing in the world and when he touched your tongue with his, you were sure you had turned into butter and was now melting.

Maybe your forever wasn’t so distant at all.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes smut #jack hughes x singer!fmc #jack hughes x singer!reader #IYLMLMK

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I MISS YOU, IM SORRY

ONE- NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

a/n: i know nothing about the bahamas guys im poor af i have never been so ignore me if i’m just guessing things😭 i am also SUCH a picky eater (at my grown age i know) so forgive me for not knowing what they serve at fancy ass restaurants besides pasta

cw: mentions of smut, detailed smut descriptions, angst, heartbreak, infidelity, reader deserves better

you and rafe had met at a bar. the august air was humid, everything just cooling down for what you presumed would just be another winter spent with prying family and fake friends.

everyone had met a weekend before the school year at brown had started. you knew for sure half of them did not earn or work for their place in this uni, but you played along- you really did like most of them.

you remember locking eyes for the first time as everyone sat down to drink overly expensive beer. he was ridiculously beautiful in a way that every single feature of his seemed to have been sculpted by some higher power.

he had offered you a courteous smile, polite yet intrigued. it didn’t take long for you and him to connect snugly into the group, and with eachother.

it took about a week into the school year for you both to give up on the whole take it slow act. he was so eager, having had grown so fond of you already. he had kissed down you like you were something to be treated with care- and then fucked you like he had been waiting his whole life.

when you two went official, you had expected nothing less than the occasional jealous girl trying to sabotage you both, but you hadn’t expected quite as many.

girls would tell you all the time, unintentionally quoting eachother, “i promise you, he’s a player, like… seriously, that man doesn’t love anything.” they would all warn in unison.

you figured it was different with you, because it was.

he couldn’t possibly just hand out that kind of vulnerability and care to anyone. there was no way he looked at other women the way he looked at you.

he would be soft and gentle with you if you wanted, he would shamelessly flirt with you in public, he would tell you just how serious he was about you, even when you were both so young.

he told you he loved you everyday. until he couldn’t.

it was about eight months in, early march- when you noticed it.

the way he would turn his phone away whenever you were around, in a way that at the start, could be seen as innocent. he’d leave you on delivered for entire school days, pretending to just be busy with work.

with many more similar ‘incidents’ following, you caught on. you had always been an overthinker, and your heart was racing everytime he’d kiss you goodbye to hang around his ‘new friends.’

it had happened. rafe cameron had grown tired of you. bored of you. just like you were warned.

it had destroyed you. broken your heart before you had even heard the full truth.

you remember exactly where you were when they confirmed everything.

kiara had facetimed you late one night, around half an hour after you’d left the party- she always liked to stay later.

you thought she would just need a lift home, almost jumping for your car keys when she called.

“hey what’s up?” you mumbled, forehead only visible on screen, halfway through a slice of pizza. kiara looked more worried than she ever had on her numerous nights out wasted- and that’s when you knew something was wrong.

“kiara… are you okay??” you swallow in your throat. “uh no yeah, i just.. something happened, with…” she speaks apprehensively.

your first thought was of him.

you felt your stomach sink, you had been having nightmares about this moment for like a fortnight due to his behaviour, were they really about to come true? kiara wouldn’t act like this about anything else.

“with.. who?” but it was no use, the air had already left your lungs and your voice came out weak.

“look… rafe- and i-i know how much you love him but i overheard another girl talking about how she’d…..”

everything went quiet, the ringing in your ears taking over. you weren’t even listening anymore, only subconsciously. enough to catch on to her point.

she had overheard some random woman at a bar. talking about how she’d hooked up with rafe this time last week, and he wanted to see her again. rafe. your rafe.

the same rafe that had cried in your arm about his horrible dad.

the same rafe that told you everytime he was inside you that you were made for him.

the same rafe who had been fucking cheating on you.

you were humiliated. angry- the strong emotion taking over the sadness that had already been plaguing you for the past two weeks.

you hung up the phone with a quick ‘thank you’ and changed everything.

you immediately blocked his number, removed him on every single platform and changed your locks.

he didn’t try to reach out anyways. not once. not in real life. not through another phone. you couldn’t wrap your head around it. you didn’t.

how was this the same rafe?

you spent the next two months rebuilding your life, taking back everything you had so generously dedicated to him, getting rid of all his old sweatshirts in the most cliche way possible, burning them.

you had dyed your hair, gone on some spiritual detox, tried everything. two months in and you still couldn’t get away.

rafes presence still lingered like a bad smell, your nose occasionally picking up scents from his cologne that you knew weren’t really there.

you had avoided him and everyone at all cost- rafe still being out when you found out gave you opportunity to just ghost, figuring it would help more than having him gaslight and shamelessly deny your accusations.

the two of you hadn’t spoken since he’d kissed you goodbye and promised to see you when he got home.

i mean he practically lived in your apartment, not far down from the university- his second home, where he slept most nights despite having his own bigger place to stay.

the earth had tilted off its axis and you were trying desperately to fix it- to no avail.

he was still here, still everywhere. he was there when you took showers and felt his phantom fingers curve around your waist, he was there when you folded the laundry he used to do for you, he was there when you’d fall asleep alone every night in a bed that used to harbour the two of you. yet he was nowhere to be seen.

you had hung out a few times with your girlfriends, but they still didn’t see you nearly as much as they used to.

you felt desperate and pathetic everytime you avoided big group hangouts just incase he’d be there. it was nothing like you, he had changed you forever.

that was until, your phone had lit up with streams of messages from a group chat you didn’t recognise.

“caribbean 2025!!🏝️🏝️”

huh??

the group chat pinged with alerts.

sarah💝💝: surpriseee

sarah💝💝: i can send you all the hotel numbers! the bahamas…

oh jesus. you remember the day in december when you had all gotten wasted and joked around about holidays together on a tropical island- and sarah had picked the worst time to take the plans out of the group chat.

kiekie: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS

sarah💝💝: YES my dad wants me and rafe out his hair for the holidays soooo

your stomach flutter uncomfortably. you had expected it from the second she had announced the trip, but hearing it still hurt. you would have to see him.

sarah💝💝: he funded the trip!!!!!

sarah, she was rafes sister, far too sweet for her own good and filthy rich, she had always been kind to you- especially after you and him and broken up.

she didn’t chastise you once for not listening to her polite warning about him. you figured she was used to it.

jayj: ur kidding..

sarah💝💝: nopeee

john booker: i love your dad so much omfg

sarah💝💝: it’s three weeks from todayy

replying to ‘surpriseee’

cleor: we love u sarah!!!!!

cara: i’m so excited

pope🛐: is now a good time to start packing??

jesse!!: probably not..

44 7786 3801 (maybe: sofia): so excited!! ily!

sarah💝💝: 😇

you decide that, no, this is good for you. it was inevitable that you would run into him somewhere- plus, it’s not like you’d see him all the time..

you: how long is the stay!! i can go❤️

cara: finally going somewhere..😒😒

you: kys

replying to ‘how long is the stay!! i can go❤️’

blocked number: a fortnight

wow. this was going to be a long few weeks.

when the day finally came- after three weeks of endless shopping trips, a panic attack or two and a large suitcase, you were ready.

sarah had forwarded you the flight details and you had sent everything in a car to the airport already.

you were halfway out the door, clutching sunglasses a half eaten apple by the time she called.

your screen lit up with ‘sarah💝💝’ and you figured she was calling you to check in and see when you’d be getting there.

you dropped the apple on your kitchen counter and padded your thumb over the accept button, your phone now in your free hand.

“hey girl, i’m just leaving sorry, am i late?”

you hear shuffling in the background. “uhhh no you’re not late buttt…”

you freeze. what could possibly have gone wrong this time?

“my dad is like old as fuck right, and he accidentally booked your flight 12 hours before everyone else, or maybe it was cos there was no seats, well you and someone else but like, no, i just checked over everyone’s and you and someone are leaving like before everyone else.”

to be fair your luck already couldn’t get worse and you were expecting something like a cancellation.

“ohh shit. no that’s fine tho, it’s still the same hotel?” you open your door and start to make your way to your car from the stairs.

“yep, same hotel. can you text me once you get there?” you shove you sunglasses over your tank top to hold the phone with both hands, hoping to be able hear better over the bustling streets of rhode island. “cos i need to find out who i sent the flight right now to, i sent them randomly, cos, like, i thought they were all the same.”

“sure yeah i’ll talk to you later!” you blurt, turning the corner to the car park.

the drive to airport wasn’t too far and getting there set everything in stone, easing your worries. you’re fine. you’re going to have an amazing two weeks in the bahamas for god sakes, and rafe cameron is not going to bother you.

you’re sitting on the dirty silver seats waiting to board when you get sarah’s follow up text.

sarah💝💝: did you make it there fine?

you: yess just waiting to board

you: do u kno who the other person with me is? are they here yet???

you wait for her reply, eyes darting around the numerous rows of chairs for someone that you recognise.

there were only 10 of sarah’s closest friends going with her, what are the chances it would be-

your phone pings.

sarah💝💝: rafe

is she serious??

sarah💝💝: i am actually so so sorry about this i promise it wasn’t some kind of weird intervention thing

ugh. god.

no.

it’s fine. you won’t let him deter you from another good thing, you’ll simply avoid at all costs, and when everyone else arrives, you’ll have plenty of fun with them.

you: it’s fine sare

you: i’ll see you guys when yall get here

sarah💝💝: sorry again about him🙄 he’s such an asshole

asshole is an understatement.

you: i’m kind of just planning on ignoring it…

sarah💝💝: ITTT😭😭😭

you put your phone back in your bag with a chuckle- that still manages to come out cold, and make your way to board, your excited expression, even if forced, remaining prominent.

once you make your way onto the plane you sit comfortably in first class and silently thank ward camerons old ass for not sitting you next to rafe, who you still haven’t seen. you question for a second if he even is on this flight.

you’ve never been a big fan of flying, already on edge and the turbulence disturbs whatever sleep you try to fit in.

all your sadness over your ex-boyfriend had melted into anger over the two months you had spent apart, having already mourned him near the end of your relationship.

or atleast, that’s what you tell yourself.

when you arrive at lyndon international airport and touch down, you pad over to exit and wait outside for your car.

when the driver arrives and tells you that he’s waiting on your partner aswell, you almost have the nerve to tell him to just drive away.

you stand against the car, waiting for the one man you never wanted to see again.

it’s hot outside and your lack of proper clothing doesn’t stop the scorching heat from breaking you out in sweats. you take a second from fanning yourself off to really look at the scenery around you. the island is unbelievably nice.

everything builds up the perfect atmosphere together. the palm trees swaying in the warm breeze, the pleasant colours still visible through your sunglasses, the bustling tourists, the unbelievably bright sun, rafe cameron walking toward you in the shorts you bought for him.

you had gone through practically every stage of grief with that man, but nothing was as cruel and heart wrenching as the smirk painted on his face as he strides over to the car.

you couldn’t believe it. every emotion you had pushed down into the deepest parts of you come rising up.

you are sad. you realise. still heartbroken. you had never moved on, just deflected, you realise.

maybe he hasn’t seen you? maybe he-

no, he has.

you had expected him to look a little sad, maybe upset. even some kind of apologetic tight smile- but no, he’s smirking at you like he didn’t absolutely destroy you.

it takes a second for you to regain composure, surprised at how easy it is to act unaffected. you wordlessly climb into the car before he can come face to face with you, hoping he didn’t catch your eye contact through your sunglasses.

after a minute, he’s walked around the car and is sitting almost shoulder to shoulder with you in the backseat. heat incomparable to the temperature outside radiates off of him and you wish you had the willpower to not ogle him.

he looks almost as different as you do. he had cut off the hair that you used to grab onto subconsciously every night in your sleep, leaving him with a buzz. his features had further hardened and instead of looking like the boy that had used to cling to you like it was second nature, he looks like a man that you no longer recognise.

he looks so annoyingly beautiful in a way that makes you want to jump out of the car mid drive and walk alone to the resort.

you couldn’t understand how he could ever be so cold after everything that had happened between you two, if you weren’t already told that none of it had really meant anything to him.

your body is angled as far away from his as possible and you keep you face glued to outside the window as the ride continues. he doesn’t speak, but he looks completely relaxed. casual. you want to fucking throttle him.

the ride to the hotel is actually shorter than the one to the airport, yet drags out a million times more due to the walking ball of nostalgic lies sitting next to you.

once you arrive, you thank the driver and continue to refuse rafe a second of your attention. you walk to the check in and give the lady the cameron last name.

“and you two are together?” the woman at the front questions. “same booking, but we’d like separate rooms, there should be five booked.” you thought not acknowledging him would make you feel powerful. you only feel lonely.

“ohh, same booking, i’m afraid we cannot do that then.” excuse me. “uh, what- what do you mean?” you ask hastily. “well, if it’s only the two of you for now- you’ll have to share, we won’t use up spare rooms if we don’t need to, you are also early. we only have one room that is both clean and free of current guests.”

you scramble for an solution to her dilemma, you won’t be caught dead sharing a room with that man. “uh, you know i don’t mind waiting- i wasn’t planning on hanging around here anyways.”

you take it back. you’re going to kill sarah.

“mrs cameron. we have no room for adjustments, and only one key available.” your cheeks flush at the the miss-naming, mostly from embarrassment. you had dreamed that one day you’d be called that. you were actually stupid enough to think that he would ever do such a thing. and now you’re next to him trying to shift a reservation to take away his involvement because you can’t even stand to be around him.

you watch rafe rub the back of his skull from the corner of your eye, slightly awkwardly. wow, that must be the first non-mocking expression he’s given since his arrival.

“uh, are you sure?” he offers, like you haven’t already been haggling with the front desk right infront of him, his voice gruff and low- taking you back.

“yes, you can wait for your friends or family to get here, but for the time being..” she gestures vaguely at the key she had placed infront of the both of you.

your mouth opens and shuts, seriously considering arguing your case, maybe if you tell her about the situation with rafe, she’ll understand, girls support girls right??

before you can form a full sentence in response, rafe swiftly takes the keychain and begins to make his way to the lift, leaving you behind. he spares a glance your way, expression now back to neutral, and stutters slightly, like unsure what to do, when he turns to find you still in your spot.

he must decide that it’s not worth staying, because he faces the elevator once again and prepares to get in.

you huff in annoyance and reluctantly follow along, not wanting to take the stairs in this weather.

the lift ride to the fifth floor is awkward and silent, for you atleast, as expected.

the room however, is much nicer. you knew the hotel was expensive, but to honest you weren’t exactly expecting luxury and you’re now feeling slightly bad that you haven’t payed for this.

and then you remember that’s it’s all coming out of ward camerons bank account, and suddenly you’re okay again. you had heard horror stories about that man, from rafe and sarah.

there are two rooms on each floor, taking up the entire space. you and rafe are in stay number nine, with a view toward the beach.

there’s a kitchen with an island as you walk in, everything glossed over and marble, it’s an open floor and you’re sure you can see every corner of the room from any angle. so much for privacy.

there’s a full living room with two couches and a coffee table facing opposite. jesus. the beds are at the far corner, and you physically sigh at the fact that they might aswell be closer together than anything else in the place.

all this and the only thing you can think of is still him. how can you physically stand to be around him. maybe even speak to him. god, you felt so pitiful.

rafe is skimming one of his big hands over the kitchen island that greets him when he walks in, and you wish like everything that you didn’t know how they felt bringing you to orgasm.

fuck. get it together.

you quickly make your way over to the beds, claiming the one sitting closest to the window. there’s only a small gap in between the two and you pray the distance will suffice.

your bags would probably be brought up soon enough, but for now you simply sit a pair your pair of sunglasses on the sheets of the bed you had claimed, preparing to go shower off your humiliation before you visit the beach.

“hey,” someone speaks from a distance. you’re confused for a second because it isn’t rafe, it wouldn’t be?

when you turn around to follow the noise and find nothing other than an expressionless face belonging to rafe himself, you find that, it is indeed him.

“so, how have you been?” he offers. it’s all he offers.

“how have i been?” you repeat back to him, confused and mocking, like he’ll suddenly snap out of it and take the words back himself.

“yeah,” he remains completely uncaring. “jesus, ‘was just askin.”

great. small talk and gaslighting, all in one. truly a skill that only rafe cameron possesses.

you decide that, instead of reacting like you ache to- to scream, to accuse, to shout, that you will simply return energy. he’s not worth your time. fake it till you make it.

“no i know. im fine,” trying to keep your voice from shaking.

he’s visibly puzzled for a second, expecting some sort of reaction, before he decides that he just doesn’t care. he reaches to put his backpack on the unclaimed bed, seemingly also waiting for his luggage- and exits the bedroom into the sitting one.

you decide that now is a good time to rest, finally start the relaxing holiday you’ve been hoping for.

after a good five minutes laying down in your twin sized bed collecting your thoughts, you hear your luggage arrive from outside the door.

upset at your thoughts being disrupted but also equally happy that you can unpack- you hop up to grab your suitcases.

it doesn’t take long for you to get ready in the bathroom and prepare to leave at the pace you’re going at, no regard for anything except starting your holiday.

“where are you going?” rafe startles you, turning from the door to find him in his bathing suit and sunglasses. “out,” you return, almost coldly- staying returning energy.

“gimme a minute, i need to pack a bag,” when you work out what he’s getting at, you all but scoff at him, amused that he thinks for a second you’re going to be hanging out with him for the next twelve hours you’ll spend alone together.

“i’m not going anywhere with you??” you mock confusion and disgust in hopes of hurting him; however, he’s undeterred, clearly not caring what you think. “i need to stay with you, sarah doesn’t want you walking a country you don’t know anything about alone.”

“i’m fine, they all speak english,” you wish he would not pretend to give a shit and just say it like it is.

“where you going?” he changes subject.

“the beach,” you reply hastily.

“cool. same,” he’s packing sun cream on the kitchen island now.

oh my god he can be so fucking infuriating, something you used to love about him, that now only leaves you feeling empty. he used to do things like this out of requited love, now he only does them because his sister will kill him if he doesn’t.

you huff, having had enough. “goodbye,” you turn around as he finishes zipping up his backpack and slam the door shut, figuring if he has to be there, he’ll be walking atleast five feet behind you.

you shuffle around the island of bustling tourists and loud noises before making to the main beach, rafe having no problem trailing close- but not too close behind you.

the water is practically a see through turquoise colour at the spot of cave you find around the beaches side.

you lay your towel down and prepare to bask for a few hours.

rafe- who arrives seconds after you, pops his bag down and lies his own towel annoying close to yours.

you sunbathe with a book for around an hour with surprisingly zero interruptions besides rafes occasional shuffling, probably not enjoying himself, before growing bored and heading for one of the deeper, closed off pools at the side of the cave.

you abruptly stand, shaking off remnants of sand as you start your walk.

you can feel rafes eyes on you, and you only hope he won’t disturb your peace when you leave his line of vision- surely he doesn’t care that much?

once you’ve settled in, you lie on your back and float around the current-less pool, looking up to the sky as if some higher power could give you answers.

what are you doing here?

how did this happen?

why did this happen to you?

you find yourself groaning out loud at the turn your life has taken since rafe walked into- and evidently out of it, you really had swerved 180° into some parallel universe.

you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands, willing a time machine to fix the mistakes you had made. meeting rafe. the mistakes he had made. ruining everything.

you try not to fall back into the whole spiral of ‘how long was he cheating?’ or, ‘did he ever actually care?’ but it’s pointless. so many things left unanswered, so many times you had been ridiculed and lied to and-

a splash of water ripples around the pool and you think for a second the tide has risen so high the ocean has gotten in, not that that was any worse that the reality.

rafe. again.

you open your eyes and lift your upper body from its downward position, the water reaching just past your navel.

“it’s nice here,” he speaks bluntly at the large secluded area you had found to be alone in.

he slowly continues the makeshift stairs of rock and submerges himself in the water, still at the opposite side from you.

he leans down and sits on one of the rocks underwater, manspreading once again and leaning against the pools walls.

“what are you doing here?” you’re tired of this, it’s only playing with your feelings more, and ruining your plans of separation.

“can i not sit with you?” and there’s a faint hint of a smirk written on his face that has your blood boiling.

“no. we broke up,” you state matter of factly, hoping the pain it caused you doesn’t all translate through your four letter response.

something familiar flashes over his face for a second, and before you have a chance to place it, it’s gone, replaced by his usual nonchalant demeanour, “actually no one broke up with anyone- you ghosted me.” as the words come out irritation flickers over his expression- for a split second.

you’re astonished at his audacity so much that it silences you for a few seconds, “i-” you shake your head in pure disbelief, giving up on neutral behaviour.

“this is ridiculous,” you settle on after a few seconds of just gaping at him, turning your head. you can tell he sees right through the tough act, he always could.

“sarah booked dinner at the hotel tonight,” he briskly changes subject. “for you,” he pauses, apprehensive- although you can’t really tell over his sunglasses, “well, for us.”

you scoff, almost on accident. you don’t want to be anywhere near him, you physically can’t, because wether you show it or not, wether he feels it or not, your heart still aches for him.

“ok,” your voice comes out softer than you’d like due to the thought behind it, and you can only pray he doesn’t notice.

“ok,” he responds, not amused, but also not harsh.

you spend less time on the beach than you wanted to, no longer enjoying it with a certain someone next to you.

you arrive back to the hotel and spend the next few hours lounging and organising with your airpods in, drowning out the noise.

when it’s finally time to get ready for dinner, you put on a casualish strapless white dress paired with the golden handbag you kept all your essentials in.

the restaurants tall ceilings and dim lights exude romance and you feel strikingly out of place despite fitting in physically. you certainly do not feel the same way all the adorning couples to your right and left do, staring at eachother so lovingly, naively in the way you were.

when you arrive the waitress takes you to a booth seat in the corner, and rafe lets you take the booth. he’s dressed in a classic black button down shirt with matching trousers, he certainly looks the part.

it’s awkward before you order, rafe and you seemingly both reminded of all the actual dates he used to take you on- when you wanted nothing but to be close to him.

“what can i get you both?” your server arrives with a wide yet business like grin.

rafe carefully folds his menu back in place and meets his eyes, “i’ll have the ravioli.”

the man takes a second to note before turning to you expectantly.

“uh, i’ll have… the champagne chicken.”

“anything to drink?”

as much as you don’t want to seem like a newfound drunk infront of your ex boyfriend-

“just a bottle of red between us,” rafe cuts in before you even get the chance to speak; and as much as it’s presumptuous of him, the words would’ve fallen out of your mouth aswell had he not interrupted.

rafe turns to you as the man standing above the two of you scribbles, checking for your approval, and when you don’t outright object he takes that as sign and nods to himself-almost in approval.

“that all?” you nod gently and give a kind quick smile, “thanks.”

you revert your eyes to you surroundings as the man walks away as if it will stop the feeling of rafes eyes boring into you in your peripheral.

your dinners come quickly and you’re thankful that the service is speeding up and shortening your time at this godforsaken table. you can feel his leg bouncing discreetly under the table. the same way it did when he took you out around ten months ago and asked you officially to be his girlfriend- with the widest yet most nervous grin painting his face. you try not to get too emotional halfway into your chicken.

“is yours nice?” you wish he would just stop with the small talk.

“mhm,” you offer a curt nod, not even looking up at him, hoping he’ll take it as a sign. “i bet it’s not as nice as the ones you used to make for me, but it looks good.”

you almost fully gag up a piece of chicken making its way down your throat. this is cruel. the way he can just causally bring up memories although they’re just something he saw-spectated on, instead of actually living them, feeling them like you did.

“don’t act like you miss them,” you look up, anger bubbling in your defeated tone, subtle but there.

“i do,” he offers softly. that’s all he offers.

he’s no longer eating but instead looking up at you, scanning you for any form of reaction.

“anyways, i mainly miss what came after them,” he raises his eyebrow- softness gone, like it’s some kind of joke, like you didn’t spend months forgetting how he used to worship you whenever you tried for him, how he’d place you on your counter with the remnants of your food still on his hands and thank you for it.

“you’re so good to me, what did i do to deserve you?” he’d murmur against your forehead, panting softly into your mouth as he made sweet, soft love to you, continuing to rant on about how perfect you are. were.

to have something like that watered down and simply turned into a lewd joke made to fill silence- kills you.

you abruptly stand from your place in the booth and lock eyes with him for a second, wiping your mouth with cloth, unsure of what to do- before turning and padding away quickly to the bathroom with a “i’ll be right back.”

you don’t take the time to study his reaction, but you assume it’ll be something of annoyance- maybe an eye roll.

you push open the door and almost stumble over yourself, not exactly moving quickly anymore- just tired.

you’re thankful there’s no one else in the stalls to watch you give up.

you take both hands on the rows of sinks and take a second to stare at yourself in the mirror. god you’re pathetic. what the fuck is wrong with you? all you see when you look back at your reflection is exhaustion. this is crushing you. you can’t even look at yourself.

none of anything matters to him, none of it. you’re probably another name on a list, you probably were even before you’d broken up.

you rub the inner corners of your eyes with your palm to keep yourself from crying or getting so angry you throw something- you’re not sure.

you barely even hear the door opening.

“what?” you offer quietly, expression neutral. that’s all you offer.

he looks almost nervous and for a second you thinks it’s because he regrets his crude joke- before he speaks.

he’s standing, holding the door open, “uh, sarah called.” he’s still closed off, careful to not show too much.

you make a face that gestures for him to continue.

“there’s a storm across the ocean they were supposed to fly over, a bad one,” he dismisses at the end, nodding to emphasise.

you certainly cannot deal with whatever new problem seems to be occurring either way, but you swear to god if he says-

“all the flights are cancelled, they can’t make it.”

he pauses.

“it’s uh, just us.”

#rafe cameron #works✧₊⁺#i miss you i’m sorry #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #sarah cameron #pope heyward #john b routledge #jj maybank #cleo anderson #obx

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tlou & enjoyment vs. conscious enjoyment

im currently in the deepest throes of finals season and looking down having to travel for two back to back residencies so ive been highkey spaced out on here, popping in and out at my own leisure. but im showing up to add to the conversation. reminder that ive studied all of these concepts at the collegiate level for years, have experience running workshops for poc, etc. i know what im saying. blah blah blah im vetty im mexican chilean / nahua & mayan

i do not fault anyone for enjoying tlou. in fact, i encourage them to. it’s one of the most popular medias of the time with a hit hbo show and it’s one of the most successful playstation games of all time. tlou is simply something that is meant to be enjoyed. this is good! finding comfort in these times is important for all of us. but simultaneously, we need to be aware of where this comfort comes from; i.e. is it at the expense of someone else’s discomfort? consuming any storytelling is an act that cannot be apolitical. everything about writing, art, and television is political from a story’s inception to its delivery.

these critiques about tlou are not new! they’ve existed for years. many call into question in the first game the deaths of poc as an engine that powers the white characters’ stories. this is a problem that persists into the second game and the second season. tlou is also inextricable from the zionist mindset of its creator neil druckmann. once you look for these things as an audience member in a critical way, they begin to pop up everywhere.

for example, martyr’s gate. in abbys part you come across a setup where seraphites leave written prayers to their martyred leader. if the player interacts with the environment in a specific way, abby picks up one of the letters that asks for the fighting to stop. she says, offhandedly, “easy. stay on your fucking island.” this is colonizer mindset turned to the highest degree. when layered with the themes of martyring and idealism that neil is clearly critiquing, this is just one example of horrific worldviews that have wedged their way into the storyline. she also announces to her friends that killing children seraphites is acceptable and necessary if they attack first. remind you of anything?

i’ve made a separate post about show joels death, which can be found in my pinned. poc trauma is especially prevalent with abbys character: her entire storyline centers white saviorism. her past sins can be forgiven because she saves two asian kids from their evil religion, whose trauma directly propels the plot. (yaras amputation, lev killing his mom, yaras death). the game never actually considers abby’s past actions. she changes in the course of about two days and we are expected to see this as a well rounded character arc as if she wasn’t the right hand woman of someone who yall watched brutally torture someone on live television last sunday. ive also heard a sound bite from the show: “i don’t care if they’re women kids or fucking babies look what they did! kill them all!” manny — a full blown stereotype of mexican culture — has his eye shot out by tommy. tommy later loses his eye to show consequences. neils pivotal ideology of “an eye for an eye”

and that’s just in abbys part. in ellies part, she tortures and then kills nora. jesse dies at abbys hand.

if i can write 3 entire paragraphs without even scratching the surface of the games intrinsic, racist properties, there’s a problem.

the issue is not engaging with this media. the issue lies in how it is consumed, and how it is addressed in internet spaces. this is not a dogshit take. the torture porn and racism is EMBEDDED into the plot. there is not a tlou without it. this is undeniable. attempting to deny it is to make attempts to save your own skin in lieu of poc begging you to experience this content with some level of consciousness about its origins.

it hurts to see the people we poc share this platform with brushing over our trauma and using it as fodder for their fanfiction and entertainment. it just does. especially when the vast majority of all of us have experienced this trauma firsthand or generationally to a degree that most white people have been lucky enough to be spared from.

denying that tlou is racist is simply a racist take. interacting with tlou is not something that is inherently racist in and of itself. this seems to be where the mix up has occurred. the mix up has also occurred on our end; for thinking that our experiences would be empathized with. or that certain members of the fandom would move forward with a larger degree of awareness. we know better than to think we’ll be taken seriously these days.

ive seen arguments like: the actors knew what they were getting themselves into! other poc disagree with you!

1- acting is an industry. many of the tlou hiring stories happened quickly without the specifics of the storyline being shared. pedro had the first 3 scripts and confirmation that he’d die; likely not HOW he would die.

2- poc are not a monolith. we can also be racist. we can also partake in racist ideology. we can also have differing views on this. i think most of us agree, though, that neil is a piece of shit whose perspective inundates the game.

that’s my piece. im missing some stuff but i typed this on my phone between finals. so 🐛

poc you will always be safe on my blog and with me. we can enjoy parts of tlou while disgracing other parts of it.

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inuyashaluver · 2 years ago

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Would you do a fic with leah x Reader. Leah being really shy, both before dating and during.

shy - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your girlfriend is incredibly shy around you - something that surprises your peers completely

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, long ish?

a/n: hiiii, i have such mixed feelings about this one but i tried okay, IM JUST A GIIRRRLLL anyway lmao, ignore me - thank you for the request!! hope you enjoyy xx

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if there was one thing to know about your girlfriend, leah, it was that she was confident. leah held herself well, she always maintained eye contact, she was a great speaker and she was incredibly passionate and a great leader.

people spoke highly of leah, she was the confident england captain, european champion and one of the best players in the league. she was anything but shy, she wasn’t even considered shy by anyone that knew her. until a special girl came along and made leah the definition of shy.

—

you were a medic, one of the best in your field. you’d been offered a job for the lionesses back in 2018. that’s where you met leah. during camp, you were brought in late after being shown the ropes and the procedures for the team.

you were then taken to meet the girls, when you walked in the room with your bright smile and excited eyes, leah’s heart stopped. she was sitting with beth at the time, just chatting in the gym and when she stopped talking, beth looked at her in confusion, only to follow her gaze on the new medic for the team.

beth smirked and immediately started teasing the girl, leah’s pink cheeks and sheepish smile gracing her features made it obvious to almost anyone who was paying attention. she thought you were gorgeous, she kept glancing at you as you made your way around the room, your smile and laugh was infectious, she couldn’t help but smile when you did.

when you made your way closer to them, leah began to panic, beth just laughed at the girl’s nervous expression. leah began to sip water and tried to look anywhere but at you “hi, i’m (y/n),” you say softly, holding your hand out to beth and shaking her hand.

“hiya, i’m beth, that’s leah” beth’s smirk never left her face, she shoves leah to look up at you and when she did, leah began to choke on her water, spurring a coughing fit. beth immediately laughs at her, you bend down next to her and place a gentle hand on leah’s back and she slightly tenses. “you okay?” you ask leah concerned, the girl in front of you just nods and tries to wave you off but you don’t move from her.

you begin to rub comforting circles on her back and she stops coughing, she looks at you in awe, her face was warm and she was incredibly embarrassed. “sorry about that, i’m leah” she laughs nervously, internally cursing herself for fucking up just looking at you.

“no, it’s okay, hopefully the next time i see you, you’re not choking” you joke, giving her a light squeeze on her arm and standing up. “see you around, be careful with that water, leah?” you smile, leah just looks at you with wide eyes, nodding her head enthusiastically and spurring a giggle from you. you thought she was gorgeous, you hoped you’d see her frequently.

as you walk away from her, you glance back and smile at her, throwing her a little wave and going back to where your colleagues were. leah waves back and turns back to beth, she was more red than ever. “my little leah has a crush!” beth teases, making kissy faces at her friend. leah scowls, giving beth a shove and flipping her off. “fuck off, beth” she grumbles, returning back to her normal self.

—

it was then time for training, you and your colleagues stood on the sidelines and observed the team, ready to treat any injuries. you couldn’t help but train your gaze on leah, finding her incredibly enticing. leah was serious about training, she kept her attention where it needed to be. the drills went well, she would only look at you when she didn’t have to do anything, only to discover that you were looking at her already.

both of you would sport pink cheeks and stolen glances at each other. it was painfully obvious. then, the girls were instructed for a practice mini game. you obviously knew leah was an amazing player, but watching her this close just proved how good she was. you were awestruck watching her quick movements and expert footwork, watching her with somewhat of a proud smile.

until the girl dived for a tackle and ended up lightly spraining her ankle. when she didn’t get up from the floor, you ran over. “leah, stay still, please” you ask softly, placing your hands on her ankle and extending her leg gently. leah’s mouth was slightly agape as she watched you, she felt no pain at all, all she felt was your warm hand making contact with her skin and she never wanted them to part.

you quickly place an ice pack on her ankle and she slightly winces, you send her an apologetic smile, holding it in place to reduce the swelling. “can you rate your pain on a scale of 1-10?” you question, looking into her eyes but she quickly looks away from you. she doesn’t answer immediately, she’s trying to catch her breath after making eye contact with you.

“leah?” she suddenly snaps out of her trance, looking at you quickly, “sorry!” she exclaims, feeling so incredibly warm. “um..like a 3?” you nod in response, slightly adjusting the ice pack. you smile at her again and leah can’t help but smile back at you.

“alright, let me wrap you up and you can chill with me” you take out bandages and tape from your little bag and gently wrap up her ankle, stopping to ask her if she was okay a couple times. leah was encapsulated by you, watching the way you expertly wrap her ankle better than she’s ever experienced and she’s not even being biassed by your pretty face.

you help her stand up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder while you securely hold her waist. it felt so familiar for the both of you, leaning into each other subtly as you help her walk off the pitch.

when you get to the sidelines, you help her sit down and elevate her ankle, giving her a comforting squeeze on her shoulder as you sat beside her. you couldn’t help but notice that her breathing was a little erratic.

“you okay?” you whisper to her, she was focused on the game until she heard your whispers. she looks down at you with a surprised face. “yeah, why?” she stutters, struggling to maintain your eye contact but she feels more comfortable around you.

“you’re just breathing a little irregularly, just checking in” you lightly pat her thigh and she looks down at your hand, you quickly move it away following her gaze and she has a trace of a smile on her lips.

“just a little puffed out from the game” she sighs, sending you a little grin to assure you. after the game was finished, you help leah walk again towards the change rooms. you sit her down in her cubby and smile at her with pink cheeks. “come and find me if you need anything” she smiles and thanks you, when you turn the corner and leave the room, leah groans in frustration.

“fucking idiot” she puts her head in her hands, the girls in the change room were teasing her relentlessly. “i never thought i’d see a shy leah williamson in my life” millie laughs, her and beth being the main sources of the teasing.

“fuck off, i’m not shy” leah says sternly, her face not amused whatsoever. “your stuttering and pink cheeks in front of the pretty medic says otherwise, leah” keira teases, getting a laugh from lucy as leah flips her off. “nah, you’re mad, mate” leah scoffs, beginning to change out of her kit. “so you wouldn’t mind if one of us made a move?” jill jokes, her smile wiping off her face when leah sends her an icy glare.

“point proven, then?” beth smirks, leah shakes her head and hobbles out of the room. when she made it to the hallway, there you were. “back to see me so soon, williamson” you grin, leah sends you a bashful one in return. “hm, maybe” she spoke somewhat confidently, the teasing of her friends giving her some assertiveness. you smile at her surprised, a different tone evident in her voice, it was a little..flirty - you weren’t entirely sure if leah returned the attraction you felt.

—

months go by, leah gaining more ‘injuries’ than ever and you couldn’t help but wonder if she was just doing it on purpose just to see you. her conversations with you were still you doing most of the work but you could tell leah was gaining more and more confidence around you. every time she walked up to you, you couldn’t help but laugh at the teasing she received.

something you also noticed was how leah looked as though she hyped herself up to talk to you. often taking deep breaths before muttering up any sort of courage to even say hi to you. she would often just stand next to you, nervously shifting her weight between her legs until you would spark conversation. she couldn’t bring herself to make the first move - she always made the first move.

when she talked to you, she was incredibly fidgety, playing with the hem of her clothes while you chatted.

when leah talked to anyone, she would do most of the talking. when it came to you, she was a listener. she loved hearing you talk, your soft words making her feel calm and nervous all at the same time. you loved talking to leah, both of you discovering that you had a lot in common.

one day, beth had come up to you and pulled you to the side, you couldn’t miss leah’s angry expression as you were pulled away from her. you send her a smile and her face changes, she smiles back at you and tries to ignore the fluttering in her stomach but she just can’t. her nerves consuming her completely.

“listen (y/n), please put everyone out of their misery and ask leah out” beth pleads, glancing over at leah and back at you. your eyes slightly widen, you follow her gaze to see leah trying to act like she wasn’t paying attention to you and beth but she clearly was.

“are you sure leah likes me?” you ponder, in slight disbelief that she could return your feelings.

“are you joking?” beth laughs, “leah williamson is probably the most confident person i’ve met, yet when you come around, she’s a puddle” you nod your head in understanding, a smile making its way to your face. beth smiles back at you encouragingly, “give her a chance” you nod again, thanking beth for her advice before making your way back over to leah.

she smiles at you before glancing to the floor, swallowing the lump in her throat. “come for a walk with me?” leah snaps her head up at you, pausing for a moment before nodding and standing up, wiping her hands on her jacket and walking along with you. you stand in front of her and look up in attempts to catch her eye, and she manages to maintain her eye contact. her pupils were dilated as she flutters her eyes between yours.

“i wanted to ask you something” blood gently makes surface on your cheeks. “okay” leah lets out a shaky breath, she looks down at her feet for a moment, “sorry” escaping her lips. you make a bold move, slowly moving your hand to grasp hers, she looks up at you surprised, her face completely red as you gently squeeze her hand.

“don’t be sorry” you say softly, smiling at her before making your move. “i wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime?” leah’s breath audibly hitched, feeling as though she malfunctioned. she pauses and you look at her concerned, maybe you misread the situation.

“shit..you don’t feel the same do you?” you try to slip your hand out of leah’s but she holds on tightly, “yes! i do!” she exclaims, she was certain she was the shade of a tomato. your cheeks turn pink at her volume, “i’d love to” she whispers, running her thumb over the back of your hand. “it’s a date” you smile, leah smiles back, both of you swarmed with butterflies as you look into each other’s eyes.

—

you’ve now been dating for 4 years and you finally met the confident leah that everyone who told you about. leah had you swooning at every opportunity possible. once you made the first move all those years ago, leah handled the rest, surprising you completely.

the only times you notice leah returning to her shy self is when she was in front of her teammates, something you loved to tease her about. everyone knew you were dating, painfully obvious when you both walked in the room. beth smiled so brightly when leah didn’t let go of your hand when you neared the door.

—

in present times, you and leah moved in together. you getting a job offer at arsenal and still working for england. both of you in absolute bliss. leah was getting changed in your shared bedroom, you watch as she rids herself of her kit and changes into something more comfortable. she can feel your eyes on her and her cheeks still turn pink. “stop looking at me like that” she mumbles, faced with your lovesick grin. “like what, baby?” you reply cheekily, cocking your head to the side when she looks at you bashfully.

“like that! i don’t know, lovey dovey” leah jokes and you move to stand in front of her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her chest, looking up at her adoringly.

“i am lovey dovey for you, beautiful” you pucker your lips up at her and she can feel her entire body on fire. she grins, moving to place a sweet kiss on your lips, moving together tenderly as she pulls you closer to your body. “i love you, my girl” she speaks against your lips, kissing you once more before parting.

“my shy girl, i love you” you say affectionately and leah places her face in your neck, pecking it repeatedly and making you squirm, giggling at feeling her lips graze your skin. “stop it” leah mumbles, sighing and hugging you tightly, lightly swaying your body side to side. “you’re the cutest” you coo, leah pinches your hip and you laugh. “it’s all your fault” she jokes, moving her face out of your neck to face you again, keeping you pressed up against her.

“aw, sorry, baby” you kiss her lips quickly and move your hand up to cradle her cheek, she leans into it and looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

—

once, you and leah were hosting team bonding at your house. you and leah (you) cooked dinner for some of the girls, leah’s job was apparently just wrapping her arms around your waist as you cooked, hugging you gently. “baby, i can’t do much when you’re holding me like this” you giggle, contracting your words as you lean into her body.

“but you’re warm” she hums, her cheek resting on yours. you were in your own world until beth came in, “oh my god, lovebirds! viv, look!” beth teases, viv standing next to her with an apologetic smile. leah groans and thumps her head on your shoulder, begging beth to leave. you feel her warm body on yours. “oh, beth, leave them” viv mouths a sorry to you, dragging beth back to your living room.

after you all ate, leah set up a movie for everyone to watch. you were cleaning up the kitchen despite the protests of leah, but it only took a couple minutes. when you came to the living room, there was literally no where to sit, leah smiles so brightly as you enter the room, ignoring the snickers coming from beth in the corner.

you grin and move to sit on her lap. she welcomes the contact, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. the boldness of the gesture had leah grinning. you kiss her cheek when you’re seated and giggle when you feel it grow warm under your affection.

“aw, she’s all shy now!” jen teases, gaining laughs from pretty much everyone in the room. you smile and cradle leah’s head to your chest, she leans into you completely, feeling as though she can tune out all the teasing just with you holding her. you move to whisper in your ear, “don’t be shy, baby,” your lips graze the shell of her ear and she tenses, squeezing your thigh almost warningly. you let out a little gasp, holding her arm that was squeezing your thigh and running your nails over it.

“i’ll show you shy, baby girl” she whispers in your ear, kissing it gently before pulling away to see your flustered face. team bonding was cut short that night, everyone left after feeling the tension in the room between you and leah. leah williamson is anything but shy, and she showed you that.

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hrts4nagi · 6 months ago

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she's the man!

paring :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

07.

wc:: 1k

im so late im so late im so late

you can just hear your brother's voice saying 'i told you so' at your current predicament. you shake your head at the thought, it was already 7:03 the last time you checked the time. who knows what time it was at this point?

sprinting out of your dorm building with a wig and a dream. there was no way to fit in breakfast waking up an hour past your alarm. you frown at the thought.

you were sure your shoes were on the opposite foot from the way you were stumbling up and down the stairs desperately looking for the field area. you whip out your phone to make sure your wig is intact after a full night of sleeping.

you were starting to regret all your choices from the night beforehand.

dazed, you find the field and see everyone bundled together in a circle.

“hiori? yo hiori?”

“has anyone seen him?”

“i’m here! I’m here! present! right in the flesh!” you struggle to get your words out from how out of breath you were from the sprint.

“late on the first day huh? don’t let it happen again.”

you gulp. “yes sir! just had to take care of some manly business.”

you spit to prove your point but the saliva fails to disconnect from your mouth, leaving a string of saliva falling out of your mouth.

you hear grimaces while others stifle their laughter at the scene. you can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you attempt to disconnect the saliva but to no avail. you resort to wiping the saliva onto your sleeve earning groans from your peers.

it definitely didn't help your embarrassment as you noticed the total supply of eye candy this early in the morning. thank god you were a guy right now.

the coach finishes up attendance and soon enough everyone rushes onto the field to start warmups.

you scan the field to spot any familiar faces. you see rin but notice he's preoccupied doing individual warm-ups. you hesitate, not wanting to approach him after disturbing his previous sleep last night.

you keep walking and attempt to find chigiri but no luck. you look to your right and feel your heart drop to your chest. the last thing you expected to land on was the face of none other than your ex.

crap.

you didn't think you'd run into karasu this fast. it's almost as if he was on the soccer team as your brother. you internally facepalm forgetting that one minor detail. your eyes narrow as you make eye contact with a familiar spiky-haired man.

“hey hiori! long time no see bud!” karasu slaps you firmly on the back before throwing a shoulder around you.

you deadpan at him already feeling the angry bubble up inside of you.you’re not sure how to respond. last time you saw him, he was groveling in pain on the ground.

stay calm stay calm

you let out a shaky breath, attempting to compose your nerves.

“oh sorry, forgot about what happened with your sister. but hey, no bad blood right?”

you stare at him in silence, not bothering to respond to him. you scoff throwing his arm off your shoulder. he raises his hands in defense and slowly retracts.

karasu turns around one more time. “by the way, you haven't see y/n as of late have you? i saw that she was heading to tokyo as well, so i assume you've seen her?”

“even if i did, there's no chance im letting you see her again. forget it, karasu.”

you walk away before he even gets the chance to respond. you would think that after dating for 3 years, your ex of all people would be able to recognize you. well i guess that's one of the perks that come with being a twin.

oh well.

better for you to keep your disguise under the wraps. you don't need any slip ups for at time being.

you attempt to shake off your anger from the interaction with karasu but to no avail. you swipe your water bottle from the bench and angrily chug the water down letting out a scoff after.

“who does he think he is? the audacity, why i oughta!”

“hiori,” you turn your head around to be met with a #7 jersey.

you fix your gaze upwards making eye contact with his grey eyes.

“oh hey nagi!” you rest your water bottle and rise up from the bench.

he tilts his head.

“is it me or did you somehow shrink since the last time i saw you?”

you blurt out the first thing you can think out of your mouth. “not everyone is blessed with being freakishy tall! you- you lamp post!" you stick out your tongue at him. “besides i’m pretty average don’t you think?”

nagi holds up his hands in surrender.

“sorry didn't mean to strike a nerve. uhm, did you wanna hop on league after practice?”

“i would! but unfortunately, i didn't bring my pc with me.”

“huh really? i checked your match history yesterday and you played like 5 games.” a look of puzzlement crossed his face.

“what i meant to say was that i brought a gaming laptop instead! i didn't have enough space to bring the whole set up with!”

he nods in response. nagi turns around hearing the call of his name.

“looks like your friends are calling.”

“yah, i'll see you later.”

“see ya!”

you watch as nagi makes his way to opposite side of the field where a blue-haired boy and a purple-haired boy stood. you could've sworn you saw the purple-haired boy before. where was it? was it that commercial? or that magazine your mom left on the counter one time?

nagi scratches at his head, thinking for a moment. he swears he didn't have to bend his neck down that much to make eye contact the last time you met.

something was definitely off.

well, he was probably overthinking it. nagi didn't dwell on it too long. he wanted to get some rest anyway before practice.

a/n: hi! so sorry for the late update :< i've been swamped with a ton of tests this week! i'll be releasing another slightly longer chapter by saturday/sunday! <3

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