#GOD I AM SO INLOVE WITH HIM

[lxkeee]

I KID YOU NOT, THE MOMENT THEY REVEALED HIS PERSONALITY I JUST FELL INLOVE ON THE SPOT.

[thetangibleghost]

that random guy from highschool that's shown up in my dreams like five times has made another appearance. I should've written it down this morning because now ive forgotten. but i remember is was a really small like one line part. and i woke up and went over my dream a few times in my head before i was like. YOU.

my dreams weren't super interesting last night but i kept waking up so there were a lot.

[loveesiren]

𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾

Thanos x American!reader

a/n: hi my babies! so this is my first thanos (choi su-bong) fic i'm posting. however, i kind of wrote this as an aftermath of a little series i've been working on of them in the games. so, once i am done hating it and editing it, i will posit it! but i hope you guys enjoy this cute lil fluff. i suck at writing fluff tbh but i tried! xx also, t.o.p is my gwiyomiii, my honeyyyy, my angel babyyyyyyyyy! i'm so inlove with him so feel free to send requests!

synopsis: nightmares of the games still haunt Thanos a year later, but luckily Y/n will never leave his side.

warnings: language, fluff, very brief mention of sex if you squint

wc: 1.1k+

You couldn’t sleep. Insomnia had wrapped itself around your mind ever since surviving the games last year, a constant shadow in your otherwise bright new life. You had so much to be grateful for—making it out alive, the money that had saved you in more ways than one, and, of course, Su-Bong. Though, to this day, you still called him T. Your T.

Never in a million years would you have imagined living in a sleek penthouse in downtown Seoul with a man you fell in love with while playing deadly children’s games. Yet here you were, in a world that once seemed as unreachable as a dream: Thanos’ World. And you loved it.

The games had changed Thanos in ways you never thought possible. He quit the drugs, buried his oversized ego, and spent six months holed up in his apartment with only you for company. It was a metamorphosis you never expected but cherished deeply. When he finally emerged from that cocoon of self-reflection, he returned to music—his first true love. But this time, it wasn’t about sex, drugs, and wealth. His lyrics delved into the rawness of his childhood, the pain of his struggles, the weight of his dreams—and you. Always you. You were his muse.

Being with the Thanos, however, was far from simple. Going out with him was an ordeal, a gamble. Fans flocked to him wherever he went, now more than ever, since he’d announced his new album. He once thrived on the chaos, basking in the adoration of women throwing themselves at him and men idolizing him. He was a star, and he reveled in the glow. But now? Now the attention suffocated him. He avoided crowded places as much as he could, especially when you were by his side.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to show you off—God, he did. But the fear gnawed at him. What if something happened to you? What if someone hurt you? You’d already faced your fair share of vitriol when the media leaked that Thanos was dating some American girl. “American bitch,” they’d called you, throwing their venom your way in tabloids and comment sections. But the hate didn’t break you. If anything, it hardened your resolve.

You refused to let him hide away forever. When his anxiety tried to keep him tethered to the penthouse, you were the one who dragged him out into the world. You reminded him of what life outside these walls could offer, even if it wasn’t always kind. And slowly, piece by piece, you were helping him reclaim it.

You glanced over at Thanos, his peaceful face softened by sleep, his arm draped lazily over your bare thighs. Carefully, you lifted his arm and slipped out of bed, moving quietly so as not to disturb him. Padding toward the kitchen, you glanced at the clock: 2:30 a.m. Another sleepless night. You sighed, the weight of endless insomnia pressing down on you.

You set the kettle to boil, deciding tea wouldn’t cut it tonight. The staleness of the room felt suffocating. What you needed was air. Before stepping out to the balcony, you peeked into the bedroom again, reassured by the steady rise and fall of Thanos’ chest.

The view of Seoul stretched before you as you stepped outside. The city pulsed with quiet energy, its lights casting a warm glow against the dark sky. The faint scent of cherry blossoms drifted through the breeze, mingling with the night air and brushing your hair across your face. This view, this life—it was something you’d never take for granted.

Pulling out your phone, you typed a quick message to Se-mi.

y/n: You up?

Minutes passed before your phone buzzed with a reply.

Se-mi: Yeah. Can’t sleep?

y/n: The insomnia is never-ending.

Se-mi: I miss when we all lived together.

Your lips curved into a bittersweet smile. Memories of those first fragile weeks after escaping the games flooded your mind. The four of you—Thanos, Se-mi, Min-su, and you—crammed into your tiny apartment, clinging to each other for sanity. For weeks, you barely left the safety of those walls. Eventually, Thanos invited everyone to move in with him, but Se-mi and Min-su had decided it was time to go back to their families. The games had taught them how precious life was. That, and your shared space wasn’t exactly conducive to privacy—especially with how loud things could get between you and Thanos when you couldn’t keep your hands off of eachother.

y/n: I miss it too. I miss you. Shopping tomorrow?

Se-mi: You know I hate shopping.

y/n: But you love me, and T gave me his black card.

Se-mi: Spoiled brat.

y/n: See you tomorrow 🥰

Se-mi: Can’t wait ✌🏼

You smiled at her response, warmth spreading through you at the thought of reconnecting with your best friend. But the moment of peace was shattered by a sound from inside—faint whimpers carried through the air. Your heart clenched. Setting your tea down, you hurried back to the bedroom.

“T?” you called softly as you stepped inside.

No response. Only the faint cries that sent chills down your spine. You rushed to the bedside table and flicked on the lamp. Thanos was thrashing slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks, his hands grasping desperately at the empty space where you should have been.

“Fuck! NO!” he suddenly screamed, his voice hoarse with panic.

“T!” you gasped, climbing onto the bed and pulling him into your arms. “T, baby…” you murmured, your voice gentle but firm. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

His hand found your shirt, bunching the fabric in his fist as though clinging to reality. He fought against the demons clawing at him, his breaths ragged and uneven. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused at first, until they locked onto yours. His lip quivered as shame filled his expression.

“Hi, baby,” you whispered, brushing your thumb tenderly across his cheek to wipe away the tears. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

“Fuck…” he sighed, his voice trembling as he buried his face in your shirt. His shame was palpable, but you held him tightly, cradling him as though the weight of his nightmares could be eased by your embrace.

“Another nightmare?” you asked softly. He nodded wordlessly, slipping his hand into yours. He hated these moments. Hated the way his past still haunted him, dragging you into his darkness. But you didn’t mind. You’d made a decision long ago: this man was worth every struggle, every sleepless night. Some may say a few days isn’t enough time to know who is your person, but when your life is on the line, time has a way of fast-tracking love.

“M’sorry…” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, T,” you reassured him, your fingers running soothingly through his hair. “You know I’ll always be right here.”

“Promise?” His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and vulnerable.

You kissed his forehead, tightening your arms around him. “Promise,” you said, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.

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[evie-sturns]

your christmas gift to matt 🎄

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it was coming to the end of the present opening, matt sits in a pile of teared up wrapping paper with the largest grin you’ve possibly ever seen on his face. his cheeks are a rosy red from the heating, which was definitely cranked up to the max after you kept complaining about how cold it was in this house.

“i love all of it- i mean how did you even think of this! i’ve wanted it for ages but i never said anything! it’s like you read my mind or some shit.” matt laughs excitability, a big smile spread across his face as he holds up the lego batman set you got him. “what can i say- you’re literally batman!” i tease, “i just sensed your aura, had to get the set for you.” i smile.

matt laughs, scooping up all of the wrapping paper around him and stuffing it in the bin bag.

he was just so clueless about what you had in store for him.

you and matt had been dating for 3 years now, you didn’t want kids, definitely not yet atleast, but there was one thing matt wanted, more than anything, which is basically the same concept…. all he yaps about is this one thing, he could never make the commitment to buy it, never. but you definitely could.

“matt- i have one last present for you.” i speak, fidgeting with your hands nervously. confusion washes over him, “but we already unwrapped everythi-“ he speaks, but he stops as i stand up, walking to behind the couch and pulling out a box. loosely wrapped in green christmas tree wrapping paper. his eyebrows furrow, as he stares at it.

i sit down on the floor infront of him, clutching the box in your lap.

“i uhm- hope you’re not too mad at me for this purchase- but you’ve always talked about it and-“ i ramble on and on, trying to downplay the present i just got him. “you’re edging me jesus.” he laughs, running a hand through his hair.

i place the box in his lap, and he instantly starts unwrapping it, to reveal a large cardboard box…

‘meeow’ a familiar noice booms throughout the box. matt’s head instantly snaps up to look at me, his lips slightly parted. his eyes are wide as he freezes. “no you didn’t-“ he instantly speaks, his voice soft and panicked. i gnaw on my bottom lip nervously as i look at him.

he gently lifts open the flaps of the cardboard box, peeking inside.

a cat. you had got him a cat. a fluffy white kitten, with bright blue eyes of course, to match matt’s.

his hand trembles as he reaches inside the box, gently lifting the small animal out. he clutches the kitten to his chest, holding it like it’s made of glass. his hands are fully shaking now, i can’t see his face due to the fact his hair is flopped infront of his as he looks down at it.

he’s fully silent, my heart thumps as i wait for any sort of reaction, but he just clings to the cat. his large hands almost covering the whole thing.

“do you- do you like it??” i speak nervously.

matt nods silently, before looking up at me with tear filled eyes, “i lov- i love her.” his voice breaks as he gently places the cat down in the box. he’s crying, oh my god.

“oh- aw matt-!” i laugh with a smile as he wipes at his eyes frantically. i pull him into my chest as he lets out a loud hiccup, his tears streaming down his face and dripping onto my christmas sweater.

“i’m sorry- i’m just really happy.” he sobs out through a laugh, his arms wrapped around my waist deathly tight. “i’ve always wanted- a cat and- and now we have one and-“ he cries, pulling away from my chest to lift the kitten out of the box. his whole body shaking as he holds it like his firstborn child. “i love her- i love you- thank you so much this is the best thing that’s ever happened-“ he rambles,

i feel my own emotions start to surface as i look at him, god i am so inlove with this man.

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[ghostfacd]

WIRED AUTOCOMPLETE. | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which you and tom make a special appearance on wired’s autocomplete interview

installment of this au | recommend reading for more context

“Hi — we’re Y/N Avocot and Tom Blyth — and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview!”

You’re both handed a white board, bigger than your face, and there’s a list of questions with some of the words covered.

“Do you want to go first?” Tom asks, giving you a small smile.

“Yes! I’m pretty excited actually,” you begin to peel off the first question. “Okay, first question: what was Y/N Avocot’s first role?”

You think for a moment, “well in terms of roles in general, my first acting role was very small and I believe it was for this ice cream commercial as a kid. I’m not sure if it’s still up but my mom had signed me up for it and they thought I was a really cute kid so they casted me.”

Tom laughs, “really?” He then retrieves his board from the crew. “Okay my turn. Why does Coriolanus Snow turn evil?”

That question makes you slightly giggle, because it’s so broad that it’s nearly impossible for Tom to narrow down exactly what it is that made Coriolanus suddenly switch. “I believe you should be asking Suzanne Collins, shout-out to her for making the entire trilogy and prequel. But honestly? I think he was always power hungry, and even though Tigris tried her very best to bring out the humanity in him, it was just never enough. Especially after Sejanus’s death, I think Coriolanus realized there was no going back.”

“Oh wow,” you say, very impressed with how he decided to answer it. “That was a terrific answer Tom.”

“Thank you m’lady.” You giggle at his antics, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“What role does Y/N Avocot play in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes?” You clear your throat, imitating one of your character’s iconic resting bitch face.

“I play Balleona Laurent, duh.” You joke. “Anyway, yes, I play Balleona, also known as Leona. She’s originally from the Capitol just like Coriolanus. They met at the academy and she automatically knew she had to have him. She comes from the Laurent family, which is a very very wealthy, well off, intimidating family that Coriolanus knows he just has to get into, which is why they start dating. I don’t wanna spoil too much of Leona and Corio in the movie, soooo you guys should definitely check it out!”

“Alright,” Tom adjusts himself in his seat, ripping off the paper for the next question. “Does Tom Blyth have a girlfriend?”

He pretends to think, which makes you bite your lip, suppressing a laugh. “Hmm, very complex question.”

“Oh give the people what they want!” You tease, “yes he does. He’s inlove with Jennifer Lawrence.”

“I am not inlove with Jennifer Lawrence!” He exclaims quickly, “although I greatly admire her work. My girlfriend is Y/N Avocot over here, sadly.”

“Sadly?!” You fake offense, “cut the cameras. I’m gonna beat Tom up.”

You peel away at your next question, the interview already being loads of fun for the both of you. “Is Y/N Avocot a good singer?”

Your head falls forward, and Tom’s automatic instinct is to catch you, not realizing you’re only joking. “Oh God, I hope so!” You say, laughing as you pick your head up. “I’m no Mariah Carey but I like to think I’m a pretty okay singer.”

“More than okay,” Tom chimes in, which makes you laugh.

“Aw, thanks Tom.”

Tom reaches to peel another question off. “Is Tom Blyth American?” This question makes you almost spit out the water you were currently taking a sip out of. “Well, a lot of people get shocked when I say I’m from the UK. I mean, is my American accent that good?”

“Guess so,” you shrug. “Okay next. Is Y/N Avocot in The Summer I Turned Pretty?”

You clasp your hands together excitedly, giving the camera a wide smile. “Yes! I play Maekella Fisher, also known as Ella Fisher, Steven Conklin’s love interest and sister to Conrad and Jeremiah. The first season airs out soon so please stay tune for that! I’m so excited to be apart of this amazing show with such amazing people.”

“I always come to watch her on set,” Tom says, “they’re all such funny and charismatic people. I swear I’ve became friends with everyone on Y/N’s cast.”

“Okay, my last question,” Tom peels off the paper, grinning. “Will Tom Blyth star in another movie soon?”

He smirks, eyes playfully looking into the camera. “Who knows? But I do know that something exciting will be coming out soon so prepare yourselves!”

“Way to tease the crowd Blyth,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Anyway! My last question, this was quick. What is Y/N Avocot’s skincare routine? Oh, I’ve been waiting for this one.”

You sit on the edge of your seat, and Tom finds it endearing that you’re so excited about something as small as this.

“First, I rinse my face with cold water and I dip my face in a bowl of ice and water for 3 minutes. Afterwards, I put on my dewy toner from Innisfree, it’s so smooth and nice. Sometimes I’m too lazy for this step but I also put on sunscreen, it’s important so I always remind myself to not forget— but I love to use Supergoop Unseen’s Sunscreen. I use drunk elephant’s bronze drops if I wanna go for a sunkissed look that day, but I usually don’t. And then I just shake my Tower facial spray and spray it all over my face. Usually, I touch up my eyebrows and do my eyeliner but that’s really about it!”

“It’s true,” Tom adds. “She asked me if I could go buy her the tower spray yesterday because she was almost out.”

“No need to expose me like that,” you say, clinging your arms onto his. “Well thank you guys for watching!”

“Thank you!” Tom and you wave at the camera, smiling brightly.

[rafeys-angel13]

my family thinks we’re dating

summary: awkward love confession

warnings: suggestive towards the end

writers notes: i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it!

you and rafe have known each other since pre school. you’ve forever been best friends, literally inseparable.

this afternoon, you’re laying in his bed. you’re yapping in his ear about some drama that happened in your friend group. you can tell he’s daydreaming and not even taking in anything you’re saying.

“rafe are you even listening to me right now?” you nudge him and scoff. he looks away from the tv and over to you, chuckling slightly.

“of course i am…” he looks you up and down with a smirk.

“what did i just say then?” you tilt your head to the side, he chuckles and folds his arm over his chest.

“i don’t know… too busy lookin at you…” he murmurs and you roll your eyes.

“you need to listen to me!” you whine and sit closer to him.

“okay… i am… carry on…” the smirk stays plastered on his face as he watches you.

“i forgot what i was saying anyway…” you sigh and lay next to him, he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back.

“you want back scratches?” he smiles and pushes some hair out of your face as you nod and turn away from him. he scratches your back gently.

you lay in a comfortable silence for a while, he’s light scratches up and down your back making you sleepy. you let your body relax and close your eyes.

“you know, my family thinks we’re dating…” he mumbles out of nowhere. you giggle and move to lay on your back and look up at him as he’s laying on his side with his arm propping his head up.

“that’s funny…” you smile, noticing his eyes drift to your lips and back to your eyes.

“you even feel like we’re more than friends…?” he mumbles and clears his throat.

there’s a long, awkward silence after he speaks. you have no idea what to say.

“um… sometimes…” you mumble, immediately cringing and regretting responding.

“me too…” he looks back at you. seeing your flushed expression and smiling. “think i’ve always loved you… im just more aware of it now…” he tucks some hair behind your ear.

you smile back and finally look back up at him, seeing his happy face. the familiar feeling of butterflies taking over your stomach.

“i’ve always loved you too…” you chuckle as he grins and drops his head to your chest.

“god, this makes me so happy…” he laughs into your chest, wrapping his arms around you and holds you tight.

you giggle and let him pull you closer to him, burying your face in his neck.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you pull back and look at him.

“i was being a pussy… didn’t wanna ruin the friendship we have, you know?” he murmurs with a small smile on his face.

you nod and look over his face, you can see his eyes glisten.

“you gonna kiss me or what?” you smile and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a hungry yet soft kiss on your lips. pulling away too soon.

you pull his head back down and kiss him back, properly. he leads out a low groan and slips his tongue into your mouth, shifting to move inbetween your legs to get on top of you.

you pull back for a breather and he rests his forehead against yours and you chuckle softly.

“i’m so inlove with you… you’re so beautiful…” he whispers and rests his hands on your waist, a place he’s touched many times before yet this time it feels different.

he presses a kiss on your forehead and chuckles. then another kiss and another.

“rafe…” you giggle and scrunch your nose up, he chuckles and kisses all over your face as you belly laugh.

“you’re so” kiss “kissable…” kiss “such” kiss “a precious girl…” he smiles as he presses one last kiss against your soft lips he’s dreamt about.

you catch your breath from laughing and look up at him, his eyes flicker down your body and then back up to your face.

he smirks and slips a hand under your shirt.

“you wanna be my girlfriend then?” he smiles and tilts his head.

“yeah…” you giggle and press a kiss against his cheek.

he strokes your bare waist with his thumb, letting his eyes roam your face and body.

“thank god you feel the same way, i don’t know what i would’ve done if you didn’t… i- i was so fucking scared… i thought you’d like reject me and never speak to me again” he chuckles slightly as his past thoughts. you nudge his chest and scoff.

“i wouldn’t survive not speaking to you… and there’s no way in hell anyone would reject a guy like you…” you smile.

he smiles back, he’s so relieved that he got it off his chest and that you feel the same way too.

“and you know what’s so amazing about us being together…?”

“tell me rafey…”

“i know everything about you… i know what your favourite things are, i know how you like to be treated… and… i know what you don’t like in bed.” he smirks, tracing patterns on your stomach.

“what do you mean…?” you frown in confusion and he smiles wider.

“well you always rant to me about these boys not treating you well and doing stupid things in bed… i know everything about you, angel… i’m perfect for you.”

“you’re cute… i didn’t even think you were paying attention to me when i rant about things like that…” you smile at him as he slowly pushes your shirt up and lowers himself to press soft, warm kisses against your skin.

he kisses up the centre of your stomach and gently pulls your shirt over your head, smile widening at the sight of the pretty bra you’d been wearing. you chuckle and arch your back so he can undo it.

he reaches behind you and unhooks it, pulling it off you. his mouth immediately starts laying delicate kisses across your breasts and your sternum.

“i wanna see more… i wanna see all of you…” he murmurs between kisses.

part 2…?

[jo-com]

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚ ➛ A way to a dog lover’s heart

Lando Norris x Fem!reader

Summary: Despite his personal problem with dogs; Lando took it upon himself to study more about dogs and how to win their favor so that he can win yours.

Genre: Fluff, wholesome moments, Dog lover reader (Let’s pretend that Lando dislikes dogs)

Note: there are some grammatical errors and that this is not proofread, hope you enjoy tho!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Ever since his childhood days, Lando had some personal issues with dogs— it was an unpleasant memory that he wishes to forget. For him it was a gruesome event that marked his fear of dogs forever. It made him scared to the point that being approached by them make his instincts act up and run away.

The so called ‘gruesome event’ he was talking about was, Lando getting bit in the ass by a small dog. So terrifying.

People find it funny, hilarious even, but for him it was an “Traumatic experience.” Well so he says.

He vowed to never touch an inch of them, but upon finding out that you were a dog enthusiast— even his fear of dog won’t get in the way of winning your heart.

…

“I am so happy that you also like dogs, it’s hard to meet people that are inlove with them, like i am”

Lando let out a lengthy cough, “yeah uhm i love dogs so much its crazy.”

Your face lit up at his words, feeling your heart content with the same love you guys shared for dogs. Never have you ever met someone like him, he is so different.

“Sooo, would you like to visit me sometimes? I’d love for you to meet my babies.”

Lando licked and puckered his lips, releasing it with a pop— his demeanor shifted into a uncertain one. You could sense hesitancy from the way he moved.

You then picked up on his action and your once smiling lips were now pulling into a frown. Does he not want to meet them? Or does he not want to be bothered by going?

His eyes flickered back to your almost pouting face. The look in your eyes clearly screams, ‘slowly loosing interest’, he became wary of your expression and quickly lightened the mood by blurting out his response.

“YES, I would love to meet them” he slightly yelled, his voice even cracking a little.

You giggled at his anxious face, “sure, it’s another date then.”

Lando sighed contentedly, seeing your face warm up to him once again. His pupils dilated into a heart shaped as he stared more at your breathtaking appearance— if that’s even possible? Nonetheless lando was both stoked and afraid at the same time. But it’ll all be worth it when he makes you his.

…

Lando’s heart skipped a beat as he contemplated whether or not to ring your doorbell; he has been standing there for like 30 minutes now and was so scared at the thought of being pounced by your hell hound. Only staring at your front door and doing nothing.

“Lando? What are you doing just standing there?” You asked, your eyes narrowed at his standing figure.

With your sudden voice, he was quick to go back to his senses and compose himself in front of you.

“Oh uhm… you see.. ah i was just taking in this beautiful house of yours.” Lando answered, showing some of his teeth with an awkward smile.

You looked at him skeptically but soon shrugged it off and gestured for him to come inside, to which he happily obliged.

His chest began to shake once again, waiting for your dog to come at him and do the same thing the dog from his childhood had done.

He stiffly walked towards your living room. Taking in the interior and design that you’ve come to a liking. Mentally noting the things you’d love and prefer.

He was then interrupted when he saw the biggest golden retriever that he had ever seen run across the other room to where Lando was now currently standing. His eyes widened at it’s sudden appearance— his whole body shaking in fear at it’s sight.

Once you saw your dog, you were quick to run towards her and ruffle it’s fur; feeling her tender fur rub against your palms, “Hi my baby, did you miss me? God you’re so adorable like always, yes you are” you spoke in a childish manner while kissing her nuzzle.

Lando stood awkwardly at the side. He gulp down the saliva that was forming inside his mouth. He didn’t know what to do at this point, he was scared shitless at your dog.

You stopped what you were doing and momentarily glared back at lando, “come meet my baby, isn’t she so cute?”

He bit down his lower lip— sighing heavily to muster up his strength and atleast show that he’s interested. Even if it was forced.

Lando then lowered himself and took a knee by your side. He was now face to face with the so called beast and was clearly rethinking the whole situation he’s in.

“Come on now, pet her she doesn’t bite, trust me.”

He nodded slightly, “yeah..she’s just a little ball of…cuteness?” With shaking hands, he finally laid his hand in her head— stroking them stiffly as his fear still resides in his mind.

His heart pounded inside his chest when your dog swiftly licked his hand. “Ohh i think she likes you.”

The sweat that formed in his forehead were now crashing down his face— what has he gotten himself into?

…

“I am not ready tho, will it be okay for you to wait?” You asked, your tone laced with sweetness.

Lando nodded his head, “Yeah, it’s okay. I mean i can walk your dog while you finish up.”

Your whole demeanor lit up as he uttered those words— feeling a sense of closeness forming around you two. You were speechless at his suggestion; not one single guy you’ve ever dated asked you that. Ever!

Meanwhile..

On the outside Lando looked cool as hell when he said that but on the inside well… he was shaking in fear, he didn’t even know why he said that. Why would he? When he’s scared of them. Even touching them triggers his anxiety. But if it’s for you..

“Yeah sure, if it’s alright with you to spend time with her?”

He shrugged, “what do you mean? I love dogs!”

…

“I FUCKING HATE DOGS” Lando screamed— his whole body shaking and numb from running.

You see, when lando took her out it was all going great…. not until two dogs showed up and started chasing them.

His breathing became uneven while the two dogs kept following them and barking out loud, not louder than Lando’s screaming voice though.

Even the whole neighborhood could hear him and looking at him with pure judgment. Whispering amongst themselves and enjoying the free entertainment that lando had put out.

…

“So how was the run?”

“Uh it was amazing, she was…great, nothing happened at all it was so peaceful” Lando spoke, his voice trembled from being out of breath earlier.

You then grabbed her leash and escorted the two inside— taking it off her sooner as she stepped in your floorboards.

A smile formed in your lips, seeing your dog run with glee and then back at The driver in front of you, “thank you, really. I hope she wasn’t a bother.”

Lando stared blankly at you, his mind wandering at the events that happened earlier. “Like i said, she was amazing, i hope to do it again next time!.”

Like hell he will.

…

I am back y’all😜

[radiance1]

I like redeemed Vlad, so I'm gonna do with that BUT he's still an asshole you know? Like, Vlad is seen as an 'Evil God' in that world because he brought 'evil' into it and, like an devil, he's been making deals left and right with such ironclad rules for when he offers and wiggles his way and loopholes conditions when he's being offered a deal.

He's a business man, it's what he does.

And then whenever he disappears most of the time it's just him going to manage VladCo, and the few times he's actually been kicked out was more of a timeout if anything because of said deals he's made that's ended up having a bit more consequences than he foresaw. Then, as you said, he could be poked fun of because of how he was in the past with evil throw around casually because yea, he was evil, much to his exasperation because he's changed!

They then point out how his deals usually end up worse for the one dealing with him than the other way around, and even a few souls he's claimed up. Which he defends with, again, businessman, and it isn't his fault if they offered up his souls in exchange for things he can give them!

Vlad: [Pops up in this world for a vacation because he's just absolutely done with being a businessman right now.]

Also Vlad: [Starts making deals left and right while scheming how to fulfil them]

The Pantheon (What I'm calling them now): Oh my gosh, this hypocrite is at it again. Hey, hey! No! No! You're supposed to be resting do NOT make someone king you evil bas-

Vlad is absolutely in his element being an evil, scheming lil guy in the background and the rest of The Pantheon is exasperated at this because he's supposed to be on vacation or whatever but if it works it works they guess?? He's like that weird uncle who is ultimately harmless (to The Pantheon at least) but you have to tell off a bit before he goes too far or something.

Might I suggest, based on what you have, that Star would be the minor deity of History or something like that? With a connection to Tucker because he's the God of Wisdom/Knowledge(+other things?) here as seen by the people of the world.

Not gonna lie, love the idea that Sam is the main rebirth method, with help from Dan, of this little world. I don't know why I just like it :D

Also, love the Fantasy with hints of highly advanced magitek because yea, why wouldn't Tucker do that? His old temples have various hidden secrets that his students (and those who're inclined to, like adventurers) have to explore while figuring out puzzles and is absolutely delighted when they start making dungeons.

Also regarding the next question. Previously I imagined it was humans but then realized why stop there? You can have dryads, which are the attendants to Mother of Life and various forests around the world. Monsters, and like you said, lesser dragons wandering out and about. They wouldn't be divinity because, well, yea, but they might be considered sacred creatures to some groups of people or just dangerous forces of nature to others.

Klarion looking similar to them would be funny, the lesser dragons would know he's different from them, but the YJ don't know that now do they?

Might even be a few races that have more lizard/draconic features hehe.

YJ: [Wants to bring Klarion back but never mention him by name]

The Pantheon: [Knows who they're actually talking about before Side eyeing Vlad in the corner doing his little Evil God roleplay]

The Pantheon, deciding to commit to it since it's already there: Okay yea, we'll totally help you bring that guy down.

Also yes, most definitely magic. Even different types of schools too! Like:

Star magic (Danny).

Nature, Life, Plant, magic (Sam).

Sand, Rune, Enchantment magic (Tucker).

Death (Dan).

Wind (Dani).

Contracts, dark/black magic (Vlad because you know, Evil God thing).

And since Klarion has stepped into the world, Chaos magic becomes an option as well though it isnt mostly known until someone actually taps into it.

There's various subs-schools of magic, most definitely. Necromancy is a mix of the Death and Life magic school, the four elements would fall under Nature, but Wind might be considered its own special kind of school because of Dani's existence, etc.

I want to say that Time would also be a secret option, but I don't think Clockwork has stepped onto that plane yet for it to become one. I also want to say that Pariah stepping onto it would also breath a new magic to life, but I have no idea what it would be....

Will the Young Justice ever manage to figure out that Klarion was with them throughout there entire journey? Find out next on DRAGON BAL-

Inspired by @puppetmaster13u and various dragon aus they have.

BUT! This is also a bit of a fantasy/DnD au I guess...? IDK BUT HERE WE GO-

Okay now so, I'm imagining that that Danny, Tucker, and Sam create a pocket dimension for their game via the use of reality warping (via scepter) and something given to them by Pariah Dark before he went off on that whole honey moon thing with Clockwork.

For the record, Danny isn't the ghost king here, Pariah Dark is he's just the prince.

Sam created a garden from the barren earth, that eventually grew into a great forest and spread out to the rest of the world, which technically made her the creator of life but anyways. So, she's holed up in said garden turned forest.

Tucker bestowed upon his subjects (after they were made of course) knowledge and technology and is regarded as the greatest teacher in that world's history.

Danny? Oh yea he became that one that giant dragon that everyone knows is there, is afraid of, and just sleeps all day in this one specific place. You'd have to cut him some slack though, because no one told him creating a world and its laws would be so hard even with help.

That and him, as the one with basically the most knowledge and resident fanboy of space, created the stars surrounding the place as well!

Of course, they couldn't stay there all of the time. What with work (Tucker), high-society (Sam), and studying (Why the heck did Danny decide to go to collage again?). That entire place was just made to play around in before they had to go their separate ways and be, you know, actual adults, so it was easy enough to let go of it really.

Except for Danny. Not of any great reason, really, he just needed someplace where he could quietly study in peace, nap, think or just get away from the Ghost Zone before he had to go through all that princely nonsense again. Plus, none of their creations in that pocket dimension really wanted to mess with the giant fuck off dragon who was said to created the place anyways.

For the record, Danny is more of an eastern dragon in design with a long body rather than western. So that probably just added more into his intimidation with his sheer length.

So, you know, of course he would have been none too pleased when someone actually did disturb his solitude (as stated by the dimension's residents) as soon as the world was thrown off-balance by an outside force.

Meanwhile, Klarion the Witch boy is having the time of his life coming across a whole world that somehow hasn't been affected by Order or Chaos. So he's capitalizing on that.

Then he came across a place that was said to be sacred, not that he cared, and then came across a boy who didn't look a day over his teens (which frankly doesn't say much in regards to immortals) with a frankly long tail that looked longer than he was tall and very majestic looking horns.

Danny was annoyed yet curious, Klarion was surprised yet delighted.

[jacaerysgf]

Through it all, its still you

r.q: hellooo lovlieee omg i am so inlove with your newest fic with jacaerys, my jaw was on the ground. could I request a fic with jacaerys were it's during the war between blacks and greens and your his betrothed. He goes north and you stay in dragonstone, but then you get taken by the greens. Everyone thinks your dead but you manage to escape and bond with a dragon. then when jacaerys is fighting against the greens, you Show up with your dragon and fight this epic battle. omg I got so carried away sorryyy. maybe with some fluff at the end ?? anyways take care <3

w.c: 4.2k (god i love writing for jace)

c.w: tyrell!reader, written with f!reader in mind but i dont believe theres any mention of gender of reader if so barely, angst, FLUFF! happy ending though it takes awhile to get there, poorly written battle scene, blue fire breathing dragon :3, not proofread

You had not known how long you were sitting in the silence of your room. Usually dragonstone, though you had not been there for very long, was booming with life, jacaerys and lucerys arguing with one another and joffrey laughing, the babies crying or laughing at nothing, baela and rhaena chatting together. But today there was nothing but somber silence. Lucerys was dead. Though you did not know him as well as everyone here did, your heart ached at the thought of the young boy being gone. 

Daemon and rhaenyra had basically locked themselves in the council room after informing you of the news. You worried for them especially after seeing how angry and heartbroken they looked but the person you worried for most was jacaerys. He was off in the north oblivious to what had been happening here. You felt sick to your stomach as you imagined his face finding out the news. He had confided in you before he left. He worried for lucerys and how he would fare on his trip to storm's end and you helped assure him lucerys would be alright. 

You sit in your nightgown clutching hard onto the necklace jacaerys had given you early on into your courtship. 

You had been promised to jacaerys when you were very young much to the dismay of alicent and her father. You were your fathers only daughter and due to the fact he had no uncles, no cousins, no nephews and no direct other male family members you were to inherit everything in highgarden once he passed. You were immediately very fond of jacaerys as soon as the two of you met in the keep. Though the two of you did not get to spend as much time together as you were soon taken back to the highgarden after a couple moon cycles. Before you had left the keep however he had given you this necklace. It was a metal carving of a dragon painted in the colors of his dragon vermax. He had told you he hoped while you were apart you could feel protected by him with his dragon and you cried into his shoulder before you were soon dragged off and did not get to see him for many years. 

Soon enough your name day came and you turned eight and ten and were granted the ability to go to Dragonstone to meet with jacaerys and begin wedding preparations with rhaenyra. What you nor your father had known is that soon war would strike. You knew tensions were high between the family especially after attending the families final dinner where you help jacaerys place ointment on his cheek after aemond had punched him but you did not think things would turn out so horrid for the family. 

So deeply lost in your thoughts you do not notice the quiet footsteps entering your room through an opened window in your room until something a stab punctures your arm and a hand covers your scream before a heavy object slams into your head knocking you out cold. He allows you to sit out cold for a bit, letting your blood pool on the ground soaking your gown and your necklace. While you're passed out the mysterious man scoops you up into his arms, ripping the necklace from your neck and tosses it into the pool of blood before he carefully manages to carry you out through the window and down to an awaiting boat with a couple other masked men who help him chain you down and soon sail away, the image of dragonstone fading farther and farther away. 

Only hours later does jacaerys land back on dragonstone hoping to be greeted by you. Happy that he had been able to secure all the alliances for his mother and felt full of pride when he imagined how happy you would be. What he did not expect when he entered the main room was a somber atmosphere, he notices rhaena has fresh tears sliding off her face and baela attempting to comfort her. Joffrey clung to his rhaenyra side also seeming to be crying. He quickly looks over at daemon who is staring right back at him. “What has happened? Where is lucerys? Where is my betrothed? Tell me at once.” rhaenyra makes her way over to him and clings to him, shoving her face in his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” he refuses to be true, it can't be true. But when daemon walks over to the pair and opens up his hand to show the necklace jacaerys had given you all those years ago, covered in your blood.

When you open your eyes the first thing you notice is how much your arm hurts, you groan and grab your arm. The sound of a screeching chair and the quick fleeing of the room meets your ears as you sit up and notice your sitting in a very familiar room. This is the room that you had stayed in during your time in the keep, looking exactly how you left it. A part of you is telling you this is a dream, you reach your hand up to wrap around your necklace your grow frantic as you realize it is not there. You feel around the bed and look upon the dresser next to you but there is nothing. In your haste the door opens and your head shoots up. “You are finally awake.” 

“Where is my necklace?” alicent looks at criston next to her who shakes his head, “you did not come wearing a necklace miss.” you groan and immediately try to stand out from bed but immediately feel so dizzy you have to sit back down, your arm throbbing heavily. “What did you do to me?”

Alicent takes a hesitant step closer to you, her arms out as if to comfort you, “you should relax.” “asking me to relax after you kidnap me, are you insane?” you are unable to control your temper as you spit your words at her. Criston immediately clutches his sword and takes a step forward, “that is no way to-” alicent gives him a pointed look and he immediately deflates taking a step back. She hesitantly makes her way to the end of the bed and sits on it looking at you. “I simply wish to speak with you. “So you decide to kidnap me, that makes perfect sense.” you can tell she's irritated at you but does not let it show on her face as she takes a deep breath, a somber look on her face though you cannot tell if it is serious. 

“With your fathers passing everything in highgarden has been left to you, we believe it is in your best interest to declare house tyrell for aegon-” “my father is dead?” you cannot handle the influx of emotions you feel as your hand clenches around the space where your hanging dragon should be craving the feeling of the cold metal and sharp edges on your skin. She nods, placing her hand on your knee and for some reason you let her, the look in her eyes tells you she feels sorry having to break this news to you herself. “Yesterday night in his sleep, his final wish was for you to have highgarden. He stated it to be so.” all you can do is look down, your eyes clouding and you begin to crave the presence of jacaerys. Taking you silence as an opportunity to continue alicent begins to speak, “I care, not only about you, but about the future of your house which is why you should declare for aegon-” “you are asking me to declare for him? I knew you were crazy but this is just insanity.”

Though your face is covered in tears it does not hide the furious look you have on your face as you push her hand away from you and hug your knees to your chest. “It is the best path for you and your house my dear you must believe me i only wish the best for you. And should you do this you will be a lovely addition to our family. I am looking for a wife for my son daeron.” 

“I am already betrothed. You know this.” she shakes her head and stretches out further on the bed attempting to touch you once again, “you must understand-” “i would rather you kill me than marry your stupid hightower son and declare for that pig wearing a false crown on his head.” 

The room goes silent and she sighs and stands, fixing her dress before moving to leave the room. As she stands by the door she turns back to you, “I hope you will one day change your mind.” “I will not.” you quickly spit at her before she and criston leave the room leaving you trapped in there. All you can do is sit and cry in your bed, you miss jacaerys, you miss your father, you even miss dragonstone. You spend that whole day and night in your room praying that jacaerys was alright, you knew it is foolish to wish he could climb though the window to save you but the childish part of you dreamed he would come to your rescue. 

His foot taps on the floor in rapid succession. Jacaerys finds he can barely sit still these days. He cannot believe you were ripped from his hands so quickly. Though many expected him to lock himself in his room and cry for days mourning the loss of the love of his life and his younger brother he did not even shed a tear. Even at the funeral for the two of you the worst he got was glassy eyed as he clung onto his brother's robe and your necklace which he has begun wearing. It was as if he became a shell of himself, only speaking when spoken to and only truly wished to speak time planning out the moves of the war with daemon. Rhaenyra grew more and more concerned and distressed over her son as the days passed. Whenever she would go and try to talk to him she would only be greeted by his dead eyes and his emotionless words and she felt as though she lost two of her sons not just the one. 

Due to his erratic emotions, Jacaerys could not decipher how he felt. Grief? Anger? Sadness? Spite? All of the above? He had no clue. But in his mind he had no time to feel anything. He had a duty to make sure his mother won this war and he could deal with his feelings later. He tried to ignore that heart clenching feeling everytime he wrapped his hand around the dragon necklace. The selfish part of him believes you are still alive, in his defense there was no body, just a large pool of blood soaking the floor, the room had been bare and mostly untouched which led daemon to conclude it happened without and fight and quickly. If you were truly dead it gave him a bit of piece you had not been put through any sort of torture or torment as daemon seemingly had put halenas kid through when he sent out blood and cheese. 

He has many regrets and will hate himself for the rest of his life, he let his mother down, he was a bad brother and worst of all he failed to protect you, the one he had sworn to protect forever. He wont allow himself to mourn you, or mourn anyone for that matter. The only thing that mattered was the war and when daemon once again called him in the council room he soundlessly followed. He would at least avenge you in any way he would. He wanted them to feel the pain they had put him through, they put his mother through, he wanted to hurt them so badly he could barely contain himself but he must be rational despite how hard it is. Whenever he looked at the dragon on his neck he could only think of you and he grew angrier with himself. He had to avenge you. No matter what. 

The days in the keep are boring. For the first few days all you do is sit on your bed crying. Whenever a guard entered your room to bring you food you never ate any of it. The only time anything happened all you could hear was screams and cries but they were so distant you did not know what was happening. You only found out when aemond had come to integrate you about the incident. Asking if you had somehow let this ‘blood and cheese’ into the keep so they could kill one of halenas kids. You were mortified and said you had no clue. After a bit of pushing and reports from the guards who were stationed outside your room there was no way you could have done anything and they promptly left. The rest of your days continued the same with you not if so barely eating until it became too much and alicent showed up to your room. “You must eat.” you scoff, you had finally gained your strength back and were sitting at one of the tables in the room with a book in your hands. “I don't need to do anything.” She sighs and looks around the room. You take notice of the box she holds in her hands along with a bowl of what looks like fruits in it. “What is that?” 

She looks down at her hands and lets out an oh before looking back at you hopefully. “I.. was hoping you would play cyvasse with me..” she trails off and for a moment you notice how young she truly is. Much closer in age to not only yourself but her oldest son and all of her children forced into a role she is not fit for. A wave of sympathy falls upon you and she continues, “i have no one to play with, aemond is far too busy haelena cannot bring herself to get out bed and obviously aegon does not know how to play-” “ill play.”

She looks at you shocked as if she had been expecting you to turn her away and tell her no. “Though I should warn you that I have not lost a game in a very long time, I am a fierce competitor.” a smile graces her face and she nods quickly moving to sit down across from you and sets up the board. “I have not lost in forever either dear. I'm sure I will not lose to you.” you close your book and toss it towards the bed and shake your head at her. “I would like to see you try.” 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you two begin to play. So lost in the game you occasionally pop a piece of fruit in your mouth. She was right, she is very tough competition but you can hold your own against her causing her to sit and think for long periods at a time. “It's a bit stuffy in here don't you think?” you lift your gaze from the board and up at her as you shrug, “if it is i do not notice it.” as you look back down at the board she hums and stands to open up one of the windows before moving to sit back down. “I hope you have thought about what I told you.” you sit still for a moment before moving on of your pieces and leaning back to look at her. “I have.” a hopeful look crosses her face, “and i will continue to tell you no.” she sighs and stares down at the board. Many more silent moments pass before the door slams open and the two of you look at it alarmed. 

“Ser Cole, what's wrong?” “You must come quickly with me, my queen, the prince has found something.” she stands alarmed and rushes towards him before looking back at you for a moment, “we will continue this later.” All you can do is nod at her and watch as the two of them rush out the room. You lean back on the chair and close your eyes and sigh. You wonder how long she planned to keep you here. You felt as though you made it rather obvious you never planned to submit to Aegon or marry her son but it seemed she still held on hope you would. In the midst of your thoughts a breeze brushes you and you jump out of your seat and look over to the window. It was still open. You walk over to the window and look out, this was your chance. You could escape, surely it could not be so hard to scale down the castle. You could die but so what? The longer you resist them the closer you get to one day just being executed and they put someone who would listen to their every whim in the high gardens. You look around the room and throw a spare cloak which had been in the room and look for anything valuable to sell before you say a small prayer to yourself before climbing out of the room and beginning to descend the castle. 

It is not easy, if anything you would think this is impossible by the way your hands, knees and feet begin to bleed the way you continue to scrape along the harsh walls of the castle. You don't dare look down out of fear someone will notice you or you’ll realize you've made no progress and get so frustrated you cry. After what felt like hours you stumble and fall to the ground and struggle to pick yourself up. Looking around you, noticing you are in an empty alley. You had really escaped. You stand frozen for a moment unsure of what to do. You had not thought this far. Maybe you could try to make it to high garden but they would surely notice your absence before then and high garden would be the first place they look for you. You decide you’ll sell the stuff you had managed to take first and figure out the rest later. When you had made it to one of the stands the seller was shocked to see all the real gold items you had with you and was more than eager to offer you a large chunk of change for it. Now that you had the money you had no clue what to do but as you were walking you hear a group of people discuss that they planned to travel out of the city and decide you could try and hitch a ride with them.

“And why would we let you ride with us little girl?” you show him the large amount of gold you can just acquired and his eyes widen as he looks at it. “How much?” “I would give you all of it,” he looks alarmed, “you desperate to get out of the city?” “more than you know.” later that same day you were sitting in the back of their large carriage. One of the girls in the group offered you a change of clothes and fixed up your wounds for you question free. You watch the city fade away from you and let out a breath of relief as you finally pull down your hood allowing the group to see your face. “Hey aren't you that hightower girl?” you look over to your right at the man from earlier and shrug, “maybe.” If he wants to ask more questions he does and goes back to fiddling with his blade and you begin to pray once more for jacaerys and that the gods will be kind enough to allow the two of you to reunite. 

You travel with them for a couple days. You find out they are actually a traveling circus who is struggling to make business right now due to the war. They are kind people who don't ask you unwanted questions and provide you with a ride and some food and that's all you can ask for. One day it's the middle of the night and you have all taken camp near a mountain. You grow more and more restless to get as close to dragonstone as possible to try and see jacaerys but you know these people are being more than kind to you so you must not push them. “I heard a rumor about this place,” jim, the guy you had talked to the first day he seemed to be the leader of this little group, says to jane, the woman who helped you fix your wounds takes a sip from her flasks and gives jim an unamused look. “Jim if this is one of your fairytales again,,,” “no no no seriously, apparently there's a dragon around these parts.'' This immediately catches your attention and you gaze at jim. “Seriously?” Jim nods confidently and Jane shakes her head tapping you on the shoulder, “don't believe him pumpkin he's always talking shit.” “i am being serious-”

A loud roar off in the distance causes the three of you and the rest of the camp to grow completely silent. Jim mouths a ‘told you’ in your direction and you watch as a dragon flies over your head and out to a field not too far away from where you all were camped. “We're gonna die.” you hear one of the other guys say and all you can do is admire the dragon. It's pure white with piercing blue eyes that seem to be looking directly at you. You feel completed to go towards it, its gaze luring you in as you stand at the alarm of Jane and Jim and begin to walk off. “Where the hell are you going?” you reach in your pocket and toss and large bag of coins you had at jim, “im going to claim a fucking dragon! Or die trying!” 

The morning came and the blacks had finally managed to put a pin on where one of the large green camps were and we're currently stationed to ambush them. Jacaerys sat wordlessly on his dragon as baela sat on her next to him and called his name causing him to look over at her. “I hope you know she would not resent you. When you were gone you were all she could talk about. She couldn't hate you, it is not possible.'' He just stares at her and opens his mouth as if he wished to speak but he couldn't and all he could do was turn away so as to not get choked up. He hoped she was right, that you could not hate him because he fears if you did it would kill him. He clutches the necklace once more before the call is made to charge and he flys up with his dragon to fight. Despite the fact it had been an ambush the greens seemed way more prepared to fight than they had been expecting and the situation grew more and more dire as the fight went on. 

As if it was a grace from the gods he heard a roar off in the distance and prayed it had not been aegon or aemond heading there way but when he turned his head and saw a white dragon? When close enough a wave of blue fire came out of its mouth to douse the greens. He could not see if the dragon had a rider due to its erratic movements but soon enough the dragon flew by him and he felt himself freeze. His betrothed. The one he feared he had lost. You. Y/n Tyrell. On a fucking dragon. Soon after your arrival the greens begin to retreat, unable to over power your dragon and its blue fire. Once the tides had settled and people began to cheer he quickly began to move towards where you were and you also rushed off your dragon and ran towards him, “jacaerys!” He grabs your face and kisses you with all his heart. He hopes you can feel the force of his love pouring into you with every move his lips make and with the grip he holds your face on, so gentle yet strong as if he knew he was holding the whole universe in his hands. It was not just any universe it was his universe and as you two pull away he can barely breathe. “You're alive?” you nod and peck him on the lips, “i will never leave you my love.” he finally feels all the emotions he's held back crash into him and he hugs you so tightly as if he fears you'll slip from his grasp should he let go. You feel him begin to cry and stroke his hair as you close your eyes and find yourself crying too. “I was so scared you had,,” “shh do not even speak it. I am here, I promise and I am not going anywhere.”

[metranart]

He sighed, and kissed the crown of your hair. “You really need to stop overreacting each time I touch you, baby bird.” You tried to pry his hands away, but he was just so much stronger than you. “Then stop fucking touching me without my permission, Keigo!”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 7)

- Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut. -

You could hear the water running, splash! splash! repeatedly, your body felt much better than when you had fallen asleep, you felt rested, relaxed, all your muscles had loosened... and that clear drumming against your back, very calm and rhythmic, it felt delicious, hypnotic. You didn't want to wake up, and suddenly you relax even more, God! Your whole body trembled violently with pleasure that invaded every pore, it was delirious, and you loved it. A soft moan came out of your half-open lips, like music to the ears of your companion.

“That´s it, baby bird, this is how things should be always.” A different kind of chills flooded your arms at the sound of Keigo’s voice so close to the shell of your ear. “My little girl fits so nicely inside her mate´s arms.” His contented sigh brushed the skin on your bare shoulder, and it was only when his warm, wet lips landed on the exposed skin that you forced your eyes to open.

“—W-what?!....” you breathed awake, the steam from the hot tub flooding your nostrils and filling your lungs with aromas of vanilla and lavender. “Where-where...... why am I wet?” water raised barely covering your naked breasts, your heart almost beat out of your goddamn chest when a strong set of arms squeezed you tight against another equally solid chest.

“Don´t stress yourself, baby bird, I barely managed to make you cu-” Keigo cut himself midsentence, purposely halting his speech at once, knowing that the truth will only anger you. He was trying to be a good boy, even now, with you trashing and forcing him to grip you hard to ground you firmly against him, he was still trying. 

“Stop-” he said calmly, pinning your flapping arms down with one thick forearm, “cut it out, I'm not going to hurt you,” his tone sounded considerably calmer as if trying to convey that feeling to you, even so, you shook your head and peeked up from around his thick neck. “What’s going on? Why are we soaking together?!” You stressed out.

“Not soaking, I'm helping you bathe,” Keigo said as serious as he could. “You desperately needed to relax or it´ll hurt—” suddenly halted his speech again and this time you could glimpse worry shine on his orbs, “you are a stubborn one, but I finally managed to-…... play the right notes.” He intoned, lowly. “Next one will go smoother—”

“—Next what?!”

You stayed there, in stunned silence waiting for him to fill the gaps. If you were understanding correctly, he had undressed you one more time without your permission, and then got into the bathtub with you to help you wash while you were unconscious and somehow hoped you wouldn't go into hysterics.

“KEIGO! Answer me.” You blasted, but the only thing the winged man could concentrate on was the way his name rolled off your tongue, SO fucking devastating, so addictive. Maybe he´ll stay quiet more often to force you to call for him again. 

“Hawks! Dammit!”

Well, his silence didn’t sew fruits. He sighed, and kissing the crown of your hair, said, burdensomely. “You really need to stop overreacting each time I touch you, baby bird.” You tried to pry his hands away, but he was just so much stronger than you. 

“Then stop fucking touching me without my permission, asshole!”

Keigo silently embraced you, stubbornly holding stoic and steady for you, tilting his head so you could calm your breathing into the crook of his neck.  It was warm and soft and damp with soapy water. You breathe him in, out of your control and clutch him tight with your palm and feeling your heartbeat gradually start to slow down, you manage to ask again more calmly.

“What will go smoother next time, Haw-...Keigo?” You force yourself to say his name, just to feel his heartbeat race against your back.

“Cum—” he said shyly through half-lidded eyes, “cumming has calming properties, especially for you-” he said quietly after a moment. “It’ll help more than the bath itself. I promise.”

He waited like a statue for your reply, frozen in anticipation and fright, but it never came. Slowly peeking down, found you staring intently at him, unmoving.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he eventually gasped when you still didn’t say anything. “You were not supposed to notice, you were only supposed to wake up happier and more relaxed...” he continued, “actually…. well, you can tell-...feel that your body is healed,” Hawks released your arms from his grasp to demurely run his hands along your sides, “I was able to deduce your Quirk, baby bird, and I think I found a way to use it that you didn’t know about—" 

The emotion in his voice was palpable, and it was only when you felt his large hand slide between your folds that you came out of shock.

“W-Wait! What do you think you are doing-…?” 

Your hand held his trying to stop him but despite your efforts his fingers continued to caress you, expertly massaging your clit.  His thumb seemed to have a mind of its own, circling over your bundle of nerves at just the right speed, precise pressure, exact movements.  

“No—…Please-eee!”  you wailed, and in no time that broken wail turned into sultry moans.  

The bastard was playing the right notes by heart, you were so close, your body began to contort, hands scratching at his neck while searching for support. His lips glued to your ear, praising you, devotedly.  

“Go on, let it happen, baby bird, let me make you cum on my fingers —… GOD! You look so sexy like this…. writhing around in the water on top of my body while you let me masturbate you…. I ask for nothing more in this life, just that you allow me to be this close forever~” kisses bathed your ear and the side of your head, until the intense orgasm he was slowly building exploded and with it your sanity.

A loud moan erupted from your throat like explosive lava from a volcano, and Hawks kept going, helping you ride the waves of pleasure, his breath ragged as he watched your hip lazily follow the movement of his fingers.  Your body already recognized it as its owner, why not you?  He hated that, but he loved how easy he could play you.  

Finally, your body stopped moving, and sprawled on top of his front. Your breathing slowly became harmonious again, sleepy eyes, hot water, Hawks hugging you against him enviously, his arms circling your waist and your head resting on his shoulder.  

“I told you, I already know how to turn on your quirk…” you did an effort to glance up at him, question shinning in your orbs and he hurried to explain, “—the orgasm is an emergency button for you, it tells your body to release the energy and heal you-even if you are knocked out or weak, you’re as good as new, my sweet girl,” his words caressed your brain, “you are more than ready to return the favor to your lovely and devoted mate, who took so much trouble to find out the right cords—don’t you agree?”

“Return-return the… favor?” you mumbled, still disoriented. 

“Yep.” He clicked his tongue, and you felt his length split your thighs apart, smearing against your swollen folds. “If you are going to have my chicks, we need to keep this womb properly fed.” Keigo explained happily, his index finger tracing your bellybutton under the water, the tip of his cock bumping your entrance insistently. “Just relax for me, I’ll do the rest—”

You knew you couldn’t stop him, so you thought fast, and even though you didn’t want to… If this would help you avoid being raped again, it was worth a try.  

Closing your thighs, you caught his erection in between the hot, wet skin, and started a clumsy swing with your hips, massaging his hard cock between the supple flesh, your fingers caressing the tip each time it peeked out. You knew your moves were awkward to say the least, but your effort seemed to be greatly appreciated by the Pro hero who moaned hoarsely.

“My, my, you’re so naughty~…I ADORE you so much! Yes! You are my beginning and my end, the moon to my stars.... I am so happy to have found you, my baby bird- I will protect you from everything, from everyone... for as long as I am breathing........” his embrace was so possessive that your body seemed buried in his, you could feel every tense and swollen muscle, the thickness of his strong thighs, the power of his powerful arms... he seemed to be made of polished steel and coated in cotton candy and neediness.

“I want to cum inside—…. yeah? My mate doesn’t mind, does she?” He asked, bluntly breaching your pussy just a tad while waiting for an encouragement that will never come. You needed to distract him more, and before he could adjust the position of his hips, you kissed him. 

The very act captivated him. You had not kissed him like this before, even your first kiss was merely a tangle of tongues -nothing too passionate- but this… this was what internally craved. He always stole your lips, but you had never done it so intentionally and that mesmerized him, making him a slave to your desires. 

His lips danced to a soft and tender rhythm, Keigo letting you guide, your thighs masturbating him while your lips did the rest. His heart was pounding so hard it was easy to mistake it for the sound emanating from the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

This time you did hear it, and your heart almost missed a beat when next you heard your mother's sweet voice on the other side.

“Sweetie is that you?” she asked, carefully. 

Your mouth left Keigo’s who chased your lips stubbornly, and hearing your mother calling again halted his attack to snort under his breath, followed by a chuckle, as he playfully repeated.  “Sweetie, how cute~” 

Your palm slapped over his mouth to shut him up, and your gazes collided, his playful, yours irritated, this day couldn’t get any worse.  “Yes-Yes, mom, it’s me-e”

“Oh! Good, I’m so glad you are here—but why are you showering?” you could easily distinguish the wariness in your mother’s voice. 

“Eh-h.... UA’s dorm bathroom is out of order-…” you felt Keigo moving under you, the interruption had stopped all your ministrations, and his urgency was growing, “-so I came here-e... so I could take a bath and…” big hands cupped your breast, forcing you to swallow a loud moan, “and… besides-s, I already wanted to visit you~” you managed to stop one of his hands while your other was stuck on top of his mouth, you could feel his lips curling under it. “I took this chance. I hope it’s not a bother.”  You barely managed to finish the sentence, your hips going back to work in pump Keigo’s fat erection to keep him steady, and in control. That deaf grumble coming out of his chest told you it was working. 

"Of course not, Sweetie, we love that you're here," God!  Your mom sounded so happy and innocent that you really felt bad about the wicked acts you were participating in. 

"I'm going to start making dinner, tell me what would you like me to make? Yakisoba? Curry rice? Or maybe, Miso Chicken?” 

Keigo bite at your fingers lightly and surprise made you withdraw your hand, and without hesitation, his lips pressed against your ear.  “I want Miso chicken, it’s my favorite~” Keigo whispered, encouraged and your eyebrows knitted together in concern, and for some unknown reason for you, felt the need to air a sudden doubt, “—do you eat chicken?” 

The winged hero smiled brightly-even his eyes did, and you felt your heart miss a beat, your daze quickly cut by his answer. 

“It’s my favoriteeeeee~” he sing-sang, and your hand struggled to shut him up. Keigo was faster and was no doubt, enjoying every second of it.  “Come on, tell my mother-in-law to prepare that, or if you want, I’ll tell her—” your hand finally managed to muffle him, even so, he kept chuckling under it.

“Miso Chicken! I love when you make it.” You hurried to say, and your mom cutely giggle from the other side, “Then Miso it is-….do you fancy some special dessert?” Oh god!  You really loved how doting your mom was but right now, it was the last thing you needed. “Maybe you want Daifuki, cake, dango, yokan, cookies—" 

“A-Anything is fine, t-thank you.”  

The words came out tight thanks to Keigo licking the fingers covering his mouth, and in a swift motion hauled your hand up, letting your hand tangle among his wet mane to have sinful access to lasciviously devour your neck, taking his time to do things at his pace. Managing that his erection throbbed against your folds producing a deliriously pleasant rubbing, while his hands massaged the parts of your body he could reach, from your perked nipples to the side of your legs, taking him as far as to pull your calves and squeeze them between his fingers. His mouth focused on your neck, and his hips making a rhythmical swing that was taking both, hand in hand, towards a devastating orgasm. You felt already so sensitive, it was taking a toll on you to stay coherent.

“—Sweetie I was wondering…” 

“Mom!” you squeak louder than intended, “I’ll be out in a—”

But you couldn’t finish the sentence since you felt Keigo´s teeth dig into the muscle that connects your neck with your shoulder, followed by a low and menacing growl.

“Don’t talk back to your mother, baby bird…” He scolded lowly, all playfulness forgotten, “…If you insist on misbehaving, I will have to punish you.” The firmness with which he glared at you spoke of how serious he was being, and gulping hard, you sweetened your next reply. 

“Mommy, I’m almost done, as soon as I get out, I’ll go help you with dinner.”  

Keigo nodded, approvingly. A big enough smile twisting his lips and making him look immensely proud. He kissed the place where his teeth mark was shaping in your delicate skin and rewarded you further by holding gentler. “That’s my sweet and obedient mate.” He praised only for your ears, very pleased, pumping his thickness harder, this time it was you who had to bite down a groan. 

“Ok, sweetie, there’s no need, you take as long as you need, enjoy your bathe.” 

You no longer responded to this as your lip was trapped between your teeth, and you reduced yourself to listening to your mother walking downstairs. Once you heard that there was no one around, you let out the thick and glorious moan. Keigo chuckled, you were responding him very well, he was already close, just like you. 

“Cross your legs, baby bird- you´ll see how good it feels... go on, love- do it.” Keigo requested and you obeyed, the friction became undeniably more precise, his cock caressing your clit with each thrust, your eyes rolled back, and you felt a sharper brush of pleasure flood your body. Trembling on top of Keigo’s thighs he continued to ride you.

You felt something warm fall on your chest, and the rest splash into the water. Keigo moaned hoarsely against your hair, his breathing ragged and his heart racing as he came undone. Once both finished, your bodies relaxed, engrossed in each other, as you enjoyed the hot water and muscle relaxation.  

“Fuck, baby bird, your mom’s interruption turned me on more than it should have, I came a lot.”  Keigo said this while his fingers smeared the semen that had fallen on your chest, like a cream over your wet tits.  “I really like the way you look right now, give me a moment and I think I can go balls deep inside you, you know.... finish you off, properly.”

Keigo laughed a little, too pleased with how everything was developing. You on the other hand were on high alert, yet again.

He had just come, perhaps that wasn’t enough to calm him down, you didn’t want to have him inside you, not again, not ever.  Dammit!  If only there was a way to turn off his rut ​​instinct.  

BRING. ME. BACK.  

Your eyes widened at the blurry memory, Hawks had been with you before all this, Hawks had kissed you in a certain way and said these exact words.

Ignoring Keigo’s intrepid hands manipulating your body, the strong hero flipped you over until you were straddling his erect member, geez!  How could he be erect again?!  

“Calm down, I’ll take it from here-...”  His thick cock bumped against your swollen folds, bullying the entrance, your eyes squinted doing your best to remember the way Hawks teach you to bring him back.

“Here we go, smooth and easy, baby bird, don’t hold back—your mommy won’t hear us, I promise.”  The tip was already inside, but your effort paid off and you soon pulled Keigo’s face towards you. 

The Pro Hero let you, hanging his head stifling his short, outburst of arousal. And soon found that was being pulled down, hauled into the crook of your neck until his face was in front of yours and without saying a single word. 

You kissed him. Peppered the tip of his nose, next his left cheek, to follow with the right and finally the forehead. Sweet and chaste kisses that plunged him into a buried memory of his past, digging up Hawks from his hormonal brain.

You pulled away from his crotch, and not knowing if had worked, used your hand to try and finish him off before he could react sexually aggressive once more.

You pumped his shaft shyly through half-lidded eyes and growing bolder, worked him harder. You don’t know why, but it felt different this time… this time you had control over HIM, and it felt delicious, erotic, forbidden…to hold all power, all control of the Pro Hero number two inside your delicate grip.

You watched his mouth fall open, golden brows furrowing, heart hammering at a worrying pace, saw all the muscles on his body tense against you before the Hero number two spilled himself among your fevered fingers with a sharp gasp, chest heavily heaving. He shuddered with aftershocks, eyes closed, forehead glistening with beads of sweat and soapy water. 

Keigo must have been near the edge, super sensitive already, because it didn’t take you long to make him come. The semen floated through the water among the bubbles and suddenly you heard the voice you were looking forward to.

“Fuck, I´m SO sorry, kid.”

“Hawks...?” you murmured, not knowing who would answer… the Hero or the horny animal.

“It´s ME... and I'm not going away again, you are safe.” Hawks said, running his knuckles soothingly down the line of your jaw. “—I did all this?” 

His gaze followed the semen that floated in the water, golden orbs falling on your fingers smeared with his pearly essence, and without waiting for an answer, he submerged your hand in the water, cleaning each digit profusely among his strong fingers. 

“The commission is going to be pissed.” He said to himself, attention fixed on cleaning the remains of his semen from you. 

Feeling his back against the porcelain of the tub, Hawks realized something. "Where are my feathers?" he asked, a hint of alarm in his tone and you just shook your head, unable to answer.

"Fuck..." he muttered, a crooked embarrassed grin twisting his lips before finish. "I think we might have a problem."

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[ghostly-bat]

Everytime Jon makes a joke that only a 5th grader would say.... Damian has to pray to the gods because "I am inlove with this? Really?"

And it goes both way because Damian is so unhinged, Jon has to think "Yeah, Im inlove with this. Second thoughts, didnt even think once."

— 🫐

YES OMG

They both look at each other and just really think "Who is this weirdo"

Jon makes a dumb joke or does something stupid and irrational.

Damian's thoughts: "Yeah... Yeah this is what I'm into apparently... And goddammit I love it"

Damian insulting someone with the most out-of-pocket things anyone has ever heard or simply just taking things from 0 to 100 real quick when they absolutely do not need to be.

Jon: "Yeah, I want this, I want this for the rest of my live and more"

Damian loves Jon's stupidly charming antics and his freedom to be comfortable enough to just do things without thinking all the time. The ability to have a good time just to have a good time with no reason whatsoever. Jon's ability to simply just enjoy things or find the fun in things because not everything has to be that serious. Jon teaches him that sometimes things are just what they are at face value and that's okay.

Jon loves Damian because of how sure of himself he seems, how confident he is, how he doesn't question himself when it comes to doing things, he just does them out of share confidence. How yes, he does take things way too seriously sometimes but that's because they're things that Damian himself is so passionate about and cares for so deeply. Damian inspires him to just be a little bit more confident in himself.

[gingerteafairy]

hi!! , um I have an idea for an Dave Lizewski!! so the reader is popular and her and her friends bet for the reader to make Dave fall inlove with them but the reader falls for Dave while doing the bet!! (I don’t know but I had this idea and I hope you like it 😅)

at first, i was like "what the hell am i supposed to write?" and it turned to a full three chapters fic. hope you like it, i really loved writing this. @ikkyfics and golden hour by jvke helped me a lot.

𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝟭. 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲

You bet Dave will fall for you, but oops—guess who’s the one falling now? tags n warnings: dave lizewski x fem!reader, fluff, hyperfeminine!reader, language, suggestive, violence. word count: 6.8k!! masterlist part two

The cafeteria was buzzing with the noise of conversations and laughter echoing between the tables, a comfortable chaos that made any secret conversation quiet enough. Amidst this turmoil, you and your friends were immersed in your favorite pastime: hear me out. The game was simple—name an unlikely person and argue why they could be a love interest. The fun was in the absurdity of the choices, and the best part? No one would ever suspect that the most popular girls in school spent their time fantasizing about nerds, weirdos, or teachers.

“Okay, okay. Hear me out,” Katie started, her laugh escaping even before revealing the name. You, knowing well the danger, swallowed the rest of your juice to avoid a disaster. “Professor Melvin, history.”

The shock was immediate. “Oh my God, ew, Katie!” Erika scrunched up her nose as if she had smelled something rotten, still laughing at the atrocity of the idea. “That man probably has fossilized snacks in his beard since the dinosaur era.”

“But think about it,” Katie insisted, winking mischievously. “He wouldn’t even need to carry a purse. My gloss would fit perfectly in there.”

Erika shoved her shoulder, both laughing as you shook your head in disbelief. “Okay, now seriously. Listen up.” Erika smoothed down her uniform, adopting a thoughtful expression as she theatrically touched her chin. “Jeremy, from the drama club.”

The reaction was instant.

“No!” You all yelled in unison, throwing your hands up and bursting into laughter. Your body swayed with the contagious laughter of the group.

“Erika, he’s practically a zombie,” you argued, still laughing. “He acts like a potato and is only there because he’s the director’s son.”

“I like that dead fish look. It’s sexy.” Erika squinted her eyes, biting her lip in an exaggeratedly sensual gesture that made you laugh even more. You waited for the laughter to die down a little before leaning in on the table, lowering your voice intentionally to add a dramatic touch.

“Okay. Hear me out,” you began, glancing around quickly. “Dave Lizewski, from the school newspaper.”

Silence.

Your friends exchanged glances as if they had just heard the most absurd thing in the world.

“What?” Katie raised her eyebrows, confusion clear on her face. “Isn’t he gay?” She covered her mouth with her hand, as if sharing a forbidden secret.

“I don’t know. They said they caught him spying on girls in gym class,” Erika countered, rolling her eyes in disdain. “I hate guys like that.”

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking. “But he’s so cute,” you admitted, feeling a warmth rise to your face. “It’s funny when he gets nervous presenting and adjusts his glasses all the time.” Your voice lowered at the end of the sentence, as if confessing a crime. “I’d go out with him.”

Katie stopped chewing her fry halfway. “Then why don’t you?” You and Erika stared at her as if she had suggested blowing up the planet.

“What?” You blinked, unable to formulate an immediate response. “Are you crazy?”

“You don’t think he’s cute?” She shrugged.

“He’s way too nerdy for my taste,” you shot back, resting your chin on your palm and sighing. “Not to mention, guys like that fall for a weirdo like them.”

“What if…” Erika interrupted, biting her lip suggestively. “What if you made him fall for you?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“I bet you fifty bucks you could make him fall for you,” she declared, crossing her arms with a challenging smile.

Katie made a face of disapproval. “Wow, Erika. That’s cruel.”

You clicked your tongue, thoughtful. “The only time I talked to Dave was to borrow a pencil. How am I supposed to talk to him?”

Erika grinned, tossing her hair back.

“Girl, duh.” She gestured like it was obvious. “We’re literally the most popular girls in school. No need for ceremony. Easy money. Take it or leave it.”

You looked at her, a sly smile forming on your lips. “A hundred bucks. And you let me wear your Vivienne Westwood top.” Erika hesitated, but you raised an eyebrow, challenging her. “Take it or leave it.”

She huffed. “Deal. But I want pictures to prove it.” The handshake sealed the deal. Before you could celebrate, Katie poked your arm, laughing.

“Speaking of which, look, here comes your boyfriend.”

Their heads turned to see Dave crossing the cafeteria with Todd and Marty, the three laughing at something that, honestly, didn’t interest you at all. “Over in the nerd corner, gross,” Erika teased, grabbing another fry.  

You narrowed your eyes, joking: “Don’t talk about my man like that, okay?”

Standing up, you adjusted your top, running your hands over the fabric to make sure it was perfect. Katie quickly tugged a strand of her hair into place, then touched up her gloss with a practiced gesture.  “Couldn’t be more perfect. You’re gonna win over your boy.” 

You winked at them before turning and walking confidently.   Dave’s table was a well-organized chaos—notebooks scattered, half-eaten snacks, and open bags of chips. The three friends were chatting excitedly, laughing loudly, until you arrived.  With a smooth move, you placed your hands on the table and leaned slightly forward.

Silence.  

Todd almost choked on a fry. Dave, who had been laughing at something Marty said, froze in the middle of the movement, his eyes wide behind his glasses.  

“Stop, idiot,” Marty hissed, giving Todd a firm slap on the back as he tried to stop choking. Dave, meanwhile, froze, his wide eyes fixed ahead as if he could trick his own body and pretend he wasn’t completely losing his composure. His hands trembled slightly as he held his can of diet soda, the liquid sloshing inside.  “Sorry... he... he has issues,” Marty added, casting an exasperated glance at Todd, who was still coughing. 

You smiled, your best smile—the one that made guys trip over their own shoelaces.  

“Hi, Dave.”  

It was his turn to choke. The soda, which had been safe in his mouth, became a small liquid explosion, spat directly into Marty’s face.

“Uh... Hi. I mean... Hi.” Dave stumbled, coughing and hurriedly grabbing napkins, trying to clean his mouth while also trying to regain composure. You kept your gaze on him, hiding your disgust at the mess while your eyes briefly met Marty’s—now looking like a mummy wrapped in paper.  

“Can I sit with you guys?” You were already pulling out a chair before they could answer, settling dangerously close to Dave, who shrank to the side, his breath a bit faster.   “So... what were you guys talking about?”  

Todd opened his mouth to answer, but Dave was faster. “NOTHING.”  The shout was so abrupt that even some nearby tables looked over. He cleared his throat, trying to correct himself, and forced a nervous smile. 

Your eyes sparkled with challenge.   “No one’s laughing about anything,” you argued, crossing your arms in front of your body and tilting your head slightly to the side. The subtle movement drew the attention of all three boys like a magnet. Dave quickly looked away, pressing his glasses against his face as if that would help him stay focused.  

“Tell me, Dave... what were you talking about?”  

He blinked a few times, clearly having a system failure. “Kylie Jenner.” 

Todd and Marty chuckled nasally, trying to hide it.  

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, interested.  

“She’s dating Timothée Chalamet,” Todd added casually. The killer glares he received from his friends didn’t go unnoticed. “What? I watch the news.”  

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, before leaning closer to Dave, deliberately closing the distance between you. “Hey, Dave. Want to sit with me in math class? I forgot my book.”  

Dave went so rigid it looked like someone had hit the pause button on him. “Sure.” He blinked, processing the words. “I’d love to.”  

He smiled, and there it was—the gesture—adjusting his glasses nervously, just the way you thought was adorable. But in that moment, something inside you hesitated. Your heartbeat a little faster, your stomach twisted in a strange way. Before you could process that, you suddenly stood up.  

“What’s wrong?” Dave furrowed his brows.  

“I remembered I have to talk to Erika.”  Without waiting for an answer, you walked away, feeling their stares burning into your back. As soon as you turned the corner, you found your friends with binoculars. Literally.  “Where the hell did you get that?” You crossed your arms, pointing at the object Erika quickly hid.  

“It doesn’t matter.” She waved her hand. “So, how was it? Dave seemed interested.”

You hesitated for a moment, a strange feeling pulling at you. “It was... interesting.” The response came with the usual energy, but something inside you felt subtly different, like an echo you couldn’t quite ignore.

“I’m gonna sit with him in math class.”

“Perfect. I forgot my book anyway, so I’ll sit with Eri,” Katie said casually.

“Let’s hit the bathroom,” Erika suggested, her voice full of that habitual need to freshen up. “I need to touch up my makeup.”

“Yeah, I need powder like, now,” you grumbled, touching your face as if you could already feel the shine of oil building up.

As they moved away, chatting and laughing as if the world was theirs, Dave and his friends stayed frozen in silence, as if the moment had somehow paralyzed them. Todd was the first to break the trance.

“Did you guys see that? One of the Powerpuff Girls talked to him. Just him.”

Dave let out a small, incredulous laugh, still trying to figure out what had just happened.

“We were at the table too,” Marty grumbled, then returned to his lunch. “But I still prefer the Milky Way terminology.”

Dave furrowed his brow. “Milky Way?”

“Yeah, man. Sun, Moon, and Earth,” Todd explained, hands gesturing as if to paint a picture. “Katie’s Earth, Erika’s the Moon, and your girl’s the Sun.”

Dave felt his face heat up.

“Stop leading the poor guy on,” Marty elbowed Todd, laughing. “He’s already delulu enough.”

But Dave just smiled, grabbing his sandwich. “I like ‘the Sun’... it suits her more than Blossom.” He took a bite, his mind somewhere else, occupied with one thought. “She smells really good.”

“Oh, of course. Go ahead and ask where she buys her bras too,” Todd teased.

Dave rolled his eyes before snatching a fry from Todd’s plate and tossing it at him. “Hey! You’re throwing food from your plate!”

“It’s way more fun with yours,” Todd shot back, already picking up another fry—though his mission was interrupted by the shrill sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch. The students groaned in unison as they made their way through the hallways.

Dave just smiled. The Sun had spoken to him.

The guys headed to class, with Todd and Marty sitting side by side, while Dave’s seat remained empty. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants as if that could wipe away the nervousness pulsing in his chest. 

The same battle was happening within you as you walked into the classroom, eyes meeting his as he waved and smiled in your direction—a grin brighter than the fluorescent lights above.

You felt something strange in your stomach, an uncomfortable sensation you couldn’t quite name. But you pushed it aside. After all, Dave was a bet, and you hated losing. Plus, things seemed to be going pretty well with the basketball guy—at least that’s what his constant stare suggested. But suddenly, Landon seemed like the last thing on your mind.

“And here we are again,” you joked as you sat beside Dave, picking a comfortable distance—not too close, like at lunch, but not too far to seem awkward.

“Yeah…” he replied, running a hand through his hair, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“Good at math?” you asked, turning to face him. His eyes met yours—so blue they seemed like sapphires glistening under the classroom lights.

“Of course, I’m great. They used to call me Einstein in the… young geniuses club of… Einstein,” he lied without missing a beat, his nervous smile giving him away.

You laughed, clapping your hands.

“Oh, how awesome! That means you can help me. I don’t get anything the teacher’s saying.”

Dave awkwardly laughed, raising his books to his face like a shield to hide the panic that was written all over him.

Luckily, the universe seemed to be conspiring in his favor, because today’s lesson was on first-degree equations—and at least that was something he knew. He’d even helped Todd with it once. Maybe he could make it through this without looking like a complete idiot.

By the end of the class, as you gathered your things, an idea crossed your mind. The party. You’d promised your friends you’d go, and what harm was there in inviting Dave Lizewski? He’d probably never been to a party that didn’t involve themed cakes and kids running around in party hats.

As he was heading out with his friends, you tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Dave. If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, wanna come to a party at Spike’s place?”

He blinked a couple of times, clearly surprised. A lot had happened in one day. First, you talked to him at lunch. Then you sat next to him in math. And now, an invitation to a party?

“Me? I… yeah, I’d love to,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. A smile you wanted to see more of. You could almost picture taking a photo and putting it in the "cute things" section of your bullet journal.

“I want to too!” Todd raised his hand. You laughed, handing out an invitation to each of them.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice filled with that familiar gratitude.

“Well, it’s nothing formal. You can wear whatever you want,” you softened your tone before walking past them, giving Dave a special wave. He responded with that puppy-dog look of his.

On your way home, your mind raced. You were already thinking of ways to make Dave Lizewski fall under your spell. He was cute, fun to be around, polite, sweet… and his voice? Gorgeous. You were starting to like this bet a little too much. Next step: find an outfit that would make Dave drop to his knees and propose right there at the party. But when you opened your closet, everything seemed... wrong.

“Come on... it’s just some dumb party,” you muttered, running your hand down the row of hangers. Suddenly, all your clothes looked like rags pretending to be high fashion. Better call the girls.

Erika was in airplane mode. As usual.

Katie was your best shot. You dialed her number. “Hey, sweetie. I need an outfit. Wanna hit the mall?”

“I can’t right now, babe. Sorry,” she replied in that always-sweet tone of hers. “I’m at the nail salon, getting those nails I sent you a picture of.”

“They’re gorgeous,” you complimented, doing your best not to sound disappointed. “Guess I’ll go alone, then.”

“Send me some pics, I’ll help you decide.”

“Deal. Catch you later.”

After parking at the mall, you made your way to your favorite store—only to remember you still hadn’t gotten money from your parents. Guess it was time for fast fashion. As you walked into the store, distracted by the racks, you bumped into someone much taller than you.

You looked up. “Dave?”

“Sorry, you can go first,” he smiled, shrugging and taking a step back, giving you enough room to pass through the door and into the store.

“What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head, and started walking side by side with him through the endless array of clothes.

“I realized I don’t have anything to wear for the party,” he said, glancing around, clearly lost in the ocean of polyester.

“I do too,” you murmured, flipping through a rack of clothes. Then, an idea hit you. If he was gonna be your prince, he might as well be the hottest one. “Hey, wanna let me help pick out some clothes?”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah, sure. That’d be awesome.”

“I’ll pick out something perfect for you.” Taking his hand, you dragged him through the men’s section. You picked up a black hoodie.

“Way too goth,” he shot it down.

A blue shirt.

“Matches your eyes.” you beamed. He frowned. “Damn, you’re picky,” you crossed your arms.

“How about this?” He grabbed a blue and yellow flannel, a cocky grin on his face. “Matches my eyes.”

“Do you only wear clothes like a damn gardener?”

“I’m all about that rustic vibe,” he teased. You grabbed a striped shirt. “Would be great if I was going to my baby cousin’s graduation,” he joked.

You raised an eyebrow. “For someone shy, you sure got quick comebacks.”

“Blame the sitcoms my dad made me watch,”

You laughed, grabbing a handful of clothes and tossing them into his arms.“That. That. And that one too.”

His eyes went wide. “Do I really gotta try all this on?”

“Pretty hurts, baby,” you joked, pushing him toward the fitting rooms. He laughed and stepped inside.

As you waited, you absentmindedly browsed some shoes. Then, the curtain opened.

And wow.

Dave Lizewski looked like a whole new person.

The white shirt and simple jeans hugged his body in all the right places, revealing a surprisingly strong physique. The contrast between his angelic face and the well-defined body was almost unfair. You swallowed. “You…” Words didn’t come. Where the hell had Dave been hiding that body? The basketball guys didn’t even come close.

“Uh… I think I’ll change…”

“No!” You interrupted before he could turn. He froze, surprised. “Sorry, it’s just… I’m speechless. Nailed it. Stick with that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think you boss me around?”

“I do,” you whispered, pushing him back toward the fitting room.

“As you wish, ma’am.”

You stood there, staring at the closed curtain, imagining him inside, fumbling with hangers, maybe cussing under his breath. Damn it. He didn’t have the right to be this cute.

Your inconvenient butterflies were interrupted by the soft sound of the curtain sliding along the rail. Dave stepped out of the fitting room, back in his usual clothes, but somehow, something felt different. It wasn’t the loose shirt or the slightly worn jeans. Maybe it was the way he scratched his nose, an automatic habit when he realized he was being watched.He looked at you with a half-smile, his hands on his hips, like he knew exactly what was running through your mind. You laughed softly.

“What?”

“What?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You thought I was gonna let you torture me with your fashion show and not want a little revenge?”

You rolled your eyes, dramatically crossing your arms, but you couldn’t hide how much you were loving the back-and-forth. “Fine, but I get to pick the final look.”

He paused before extending his hand. His palms were warm. You swallowed.

“Deal.”

The exchange of glances lasted half a second longer than it should have before he walked off toward the women’s section. You watched from a distance, laughing quietly as you saw him hesitate in front of the racks, furrowing his brow as if he was facing an impossible puzzle. After a few minutes—way too long for someone who claimed to know nothing about fashion—he returned, holding three dresses carefully draped over his arm.

“Is that it?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing the clothes and sizing up the options.

“It’s tough to choose. I don’t know how you do it.”

You ran your fingers over the fabrics, feeling the softness of each one. A pink, delicate and romantic. A black one, classic, but clearly way too big for you. And then, the blue. It was almost the same shade as Dave's eyes. Almost. Still, the comparison felt unfair. His eyes were way more vibrant, like a shimmering ocean under the sun.

“You’ve got good taste, Lizewski,” your voice came out softer than you expected.

“I try.”

“You’re so cute. Stay right there ‘til I get back.” You turned and walked toward the fitting room, but you heard a murmur behind you.

“Yessir!”

Turning your head, you caught Dave doing an exaggerated bow before flopping onto the waiting couch, arms behind his head. You laughed quietly to yourself as you stepped into the fitting room. The pink dress looked nice, but the neckline was a little too daring for the occasion. The black one would’ve been perfect... if it wasn’t two sizes too big. But the blue...

It hugged your body gently, outlining your figure without being over the top. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and for some reason, wearing that color, you felt different. Special.

Taking a breath, you slowly opened the curtain, stepping out with hesitant steps. Dave was distracted, staring at the ceiling, but when he noticed you, his eyes immediately locked onto you. He blinked a few times, like he was processing what he was seeing. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“How do I look?” you dared to ask, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of the dress.

“You’re…” Dave opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brain screamed stunning, perfect, unreal, but all he could say was, “Great.”

Great.

The word echoed in your head, hollow and unsatisfying. Great, not beautiful. Burgers were great. Dresses were great. Nail polish was great. You forced a smile, nodding slowly.

“Oh…”

Your fingers went to your hair, twirling a lock around your finger, a nervous gesture you tried to hide.

“I... I’m gonna… wear my clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Dave opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but then stopped. He just nodded, looking away.

“Okay.”

He cursed himself the second the curtain closed. Why didn’t he say what he really thought? Why did he let such a lame word slip when he wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked?

Inside the fitting room, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, sighing. That was the most beautiful and special dress you’d ever chosen. Even if it had only been “great” to Dave. A gift from the sweet guy who was in love with you..

He was in love with you?

No, it was too soon for either of you to be feeling anything. You changed back into your original clothes and stepped out of the fitting room, feeling your steps heavier than before. The silence between you both was strange, filled with unasked questions and answers neither of you dared to say.

As you both walked out of the store, you stopped in front of the entrance, looking down at the sidewalk. “I’m heading home,” your voice came out softer than you expected.

“Me too,” Dave replied, rubbing the back of his neck. But then, his gaze met yours again, and something in the way he said the next line made your heart skip: “Make sure you get home safe. Take care of yourself.”

“I will…” You smiled lightly, about to turn and leave, when something inside you made you stop. Your body acted before your brain caught up, and before you could stop yourself, your fingers grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. Dave stopped immediately, his eyes wide.

“Uh... I just realized I don’t have your number, so I can… let you know when I get home safely.”

His eyes lit up for a moment, surprised. He took a step closer, as if he wanted to make sure he heard you right. “My number?”

“Your number…” you confirmed, pulling out your phone. He hesitated for a second before reacting, pulling out his own phone and dictating the numbers. You typed them in quickly, saving the contact without thinking. Only when you felt his gaze on the screen of your phone did you realize what you’d done.

Dave Lizewski <3

A heart.

A freaking heart.

Your mouth dropped. What was wrong with you?

“Uh… looks cute,” you deflected, shoving your phone back in your bag and pretending you hadn’t just made the biggest romantic idiot move of the day. Dave just smiled, shaking his head.

“Well... I’ll head out now,” you said, taking a step back, feeling like if you stayed one more second, you might do something else dumb.

“Okay. Let me know when you get home,” he said, his tone firmer now.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of genuine concern in his voice. For some reason, it made you feel strangely… protected. And you loved that feeling.

You walked out of the mall with a goofy smile on your lips, walking like you were in one of those teenage romance movies. Your purse swung on your wrist with each step, and everything around you seemed light. But that comfy feeling faded instantly when a chill ran down your spine.

It was weird. Like someone was watching you. Your shoulders tensed, and you tried to shake it off, quickening your pace toward the car.

“Ugh, that’s creepy,” you murmured to yourself, your voice trembling without meaning to.

You hurried, unlocking the car with a click and practically jumping inside. You locked the door right away and let out a heavy sigh, trying to catch your breath.

This is what you get for going to the mall late in a sketchy city.

You started the engine and drove home, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Something was off. You checked the rearview mirror at every intersection, at every dimly lit street, but saw nothing. Still, your chest felt heavy, like it was being pressed by some invisible unease. And then you remembered. That pothole at the start of your street was still being fixed.

Great.

A frustrated groan slipped out as you tapped your heels on the car floor, nervous. That meant you’d have to get out and walk the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, you swung the door open and started walking fast.

But the farther you went, the worse the feeling of being watched got. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly, keeping a sharp eye on your surroundings. Every shadow seemed darker, every rustling leaf sounded like footsteps behind you.

And then it happened.

A strong hand covered your mouth, pulling you forcefully into a bush. Your heart raced in panic, and you tried to scream, but the palm over your lips muffled any sound. Your body froze as your eyes took in the masked face. Green suit, black mask, a lightning bolt symbol on the chest. Kick-Ass. The superhero from TV. The same one your friends were talking about, the one no one knew if he really existed or if he was just a bunch of crazy people trying to imitate. But it could very well be just a cosplay, right?

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, but you have to promise not to scream,” the muffled voice came through the mask.

You nodded quickly, eyes wide. The second he took his hand away, you sucked in a sharp breath and— 

“HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME, THERE’S A CRAZY MAN—”

His hand came back immediately, muffling your scream. “Quiet!” He hissed, looking around quickly. “There’s a stalker after you.” Your stomach churned. So that was it. That strange feeling, that weight on your chest. Your breathing quickened, but you forced your head to work. He didn’t seem to be lying. If he really was Kick-Ass, that meant he knew what he was doing, right? 

“I’ll distract the guy, and you stay here, okay?” he said, releasing your mouth again. You swallowed hard and nodded. He stepped out of the bush and walked to the sidewalk, and that’s when you saw him. The man standing a few feet away, leaning against a lamppost. His gaze was malicious, full of something sick. 

 “Get out of here, you green stick. There’s nothing for you here,” the man grumbled, glaring at Kick-Ass with contempt. But the masked man wasn’t intimidated. He grabbed the costume bat and took a step forward, his posture becoming firmer.

“You bastard. Go find something to do and leave her alone!” His tone of voice became deeper, more serious. For the first time, it seemed like he really belonged in the role of hero.

The stalker snorted, rolling his eyes, but then his face closed in a dark expression. Slowly, he pulled a pocketknife from his pocket and twirled it in his hand, as if to show off the silver blade under the streetlight. You felt a knot in your stomach, instinctively covering your mouth to keep from making a sound. Kick-Ass didn’t back down, holding the bat tighter. But when he tried to strike, the man was faster, kicking the weapon away.

Kick-Ass stood still for a second, looking from the bat on the ground to the blade in the guy’s hand.

“Dude, we can try to talk,” he started to ramble, backing away with uncertain steps. “Violence’s not the answer to all our questions.”

You snorted. Seriously?

Your heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You couldn't just watch him get beaten! Without thinking twice, you stepped out of the bushes with firm steps, your heels clicking on the asphalt.

"Hey, you idiot." The stalker turned to face you, surprised. Before he could react, you were already in front of him.

Boom.

Hot sauce straight to the eyes.

He screamed, backing away in disorientation, his hands immediately going to his face as he growled curses. “You motherfucking bitch!” he yelled, falling to his knees, writhing in pain.

“Come with me,” you said quickly, grabbing your hero’s hand—who was still a little paralyzed by the scene. You pulled him away from there, always checking over your shoulder to see if the stalker was still on the ground. Fortunately, he didn’t seem in any condition to follow you.

When you finally got home, you practically threw yourself inside, locking the door the second you stepped in, and quickly sliding a chair under the doorknob to reinforce the security. Your breathing was still erratic, and your hands were trembling slightly.

But you didn’t have time to panic. You rushed over to the windows, checking each one, locking them all before heading upstairs to your bedroom. Kick-Ass followed you, shutting the door behind him.

“Look, I’m really sorry…”

“What the hell were you thinking, kid?” You muttered through gritted teeth, yanking off your heels in frustration and throwing them across the room without caring where they landed. Your heart was still pounding from what had happened outside, and now, as the adrenaline slowly wore off, anger started to flood in. “How do you even hit a guy if you don’t even know how to use a broomstick?”

“It was a bat,” he corrected automatically, watching you carefully as he peeled off his pink jacket and tossed it onto the chair.

“Bat, broomstick, whatever. You didn’t know how to use it!” You shot back, grabbing a handful of cotton pads to remove your makeup. Your skincare routine was the only thing that could help you regain some sense of sanity after everything—despite the crazy guy in the green suit still standing in your bedroom.

“I just... I wanted to protect you!” He protested, following your movements across the room until he finally knelt beside you, by the vanity.

“Protect me? I protected you!” You raised an eyebrow, scrubbing your face with the cleansing oil harder than necessary. “And you don’t even know me! How did you even get here?”

“I do know you! We spent the whole afternoon together!” He gestured, looking almost offended by your accusation.

You huffed, wiping your face with a wet wipe before reaching for your moisturizer. “Yeah, me and Kick-Ass spent the whole afternoon together. Just like Spider-Man and Mary Jane. I’ve seen that story before.”

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but paused. His gaze shifted, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“Shit… wait, I’m still wearing the mask,” he muttered to himself before finally pulling it off, revealing his face. You froze. The cotton pad stopped halfway to your face. Your eyes locked onto the guy kneeling next to you. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, jumping back as if you’d been electrocuted. You shot up from the chair, panic creeping in. “Dave Lizewski is in my room!”

Frantically, you looked around for something—anything—to defend yourself. Your eyes landed on a hairbrush, and that was the best you could come up with.

“How the hell are you here?” You screeched, pointing the brush at him in a completely ineffective manner.

Dave simply raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m Kick-Ass,” he pointed to his suit as if that explained everything. Your gaze shifted from his face to the suit and then back to his face.

Now it made sense.

You took a deep breath and lowered the brush, tossing it back onto the vanity.

“Okay,” you murmured, still trying to process everything.

It was then that a soft knock echoed on the door. Your heart raced. “Honey, is there someone with you?” Your mom’s voice came from the other side, tinged with a hint of suspicion.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, your eyes widening as they locked with Dave’s. He panicked. 

“Hide! Throw the blanket over yourself!” you hissed, pointing to the bed.

Without hesitation, Dave practically flung himself onto the mattress, pulling the blanket over his body and curling up into an odd, motionless mound. You took a deep breath, straightened your posture, and opened the door, holding your phone in hand, forcing a natural smile.

“Hey, mom,” you greeted, keeping your voice steady. “I was talking to Erika. We were rehearsing for tomorrow’s project.”

Your mom narrowed her eyes, giving a quick glance around the room. Your hand was sweating, but you kept the innocent expression, silently waiting.

“Just don’t stay up too late,” she warned before finally backing away.

“I won’t,” you promised, gently closing the door—and immediately locking it again. You let out a heavy breath, heart still pounding. Turning, you walked over to the bed, pulled the blanket away, revealing Dave, still curled up underneath it.

“Can I leave now?” he whispered.

You chuckled softly. “No, if you leave now, my parents will know someone’s here.”

He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, looking pensively out the window.

“Do you have any other clothes, or is it just that green thing?” you asked, crossing your arms and studying him curiously.

“I always carry extras in my backpack,” he replied automatically, but then his face went pale. His expression shifted immediately. “Where’s my backpack?”

“Shit, Dave!” You closed your eyes for a moment, massaging your temples.

It wasn’t there. You hadn’t seen it when you came in. It must’ve been left outside. He jumped to his feet, running his hands through his hair in pure anxiety. “Shit, how am I supposed to get my backpack? What if your parents see?”

“Calm down.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm both of you down. “I’ll get it.”

You carefully opened the door, peeking into the hallway. Empty. On tiptoe, you rushed as quickly as you could to the entrance of the house, grabbed his backpack before anyone noticed, and quietly returned to your room, locking the door behind you.

“I got it,” you murmured, panting. Dave sighed in relief, grabbing the backpack and opening it quickly, pulling out a few clothes. You watched him, still trying to process everything.

Kick-Ass was in your room. And he was Dave Lizewski.

What the hell was happening to your life?

“It’s fine. Now stay over there, and I’ll change. No peeking,” you warned, pointing to the other side of the room with a threatening look before heading to the wardrobe.

You quickly searched for something comfortable to wear—definitely not a lacy baby doll. The last thing you needed was to be embarrassed by a clumsy superhero. You changed in record time and, as you turned around, found Dave already in shorts. But there was one detail that caught your attention immediately. He was shirtless.

Your eyes instinctively traced the length of his back—defined, masculine, every muscle shifting as he pulled the shirt over his head. His messy curls were tousled in the process, and the fabric slid down his skin, settling perfectly at his waist, stopping just above his lower back.

Holy shit.

Dave Lizewski was trouble.

“Are you done?” he asked, not turning around, still staring fixedly at the wall.

“Just a second,” you answered, savoring the view a little longer. Your gaze moved from his broad shoulders down to his ankles, passing over his surprisingly well-toned calves. How was that even possible?

“I’m done,” he finally muttered, forcing himself to look away.

“Okay.” He spun on his heels, running his hands down his shorts in a nervous gesture. He was trying to cover his discomfort, but his restless gaze gave him away. He’d never been in a girl’s room before. Let alone one as pretty as you. It was unsettling.

“Shall we sleep?” you suggested, turning off the light and pointing to the bed.

Dave froze. Sleep? Together? In pajamas? In the same bed?

“W-what?”

“Sleep,” you repeated casually, lying down on the large bed and patting the empty space next to you.

“Oh, right. Just sleep.” He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his body as if trying to shake off the tension before lying down beside you. He pulled the blanket up, crossing his arms over his chest, staring at the ceiling as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

You settled on your side, resting your head on the pillow and watching Dave, who remained still, his gaze locked onto nothing, eyes distant and unfocused. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, finally shifting his gaze to you.

“Nothing, you just look weird,” you giggled even more, covering your mouth to stifle the laughter. Dave, inevitably, joined in with a laugh of his own.

“Shhh!” You tried to shush him, but failed miserably when another wave of giggles hit you.

“Shhh!” He mimicked, covering his mouth, which only made the situation even funnier.

It took a few moments for both of you to calm down, your breathing returning to normal. The comfortable silence that settled between you two was broken by your voice.

“Tell me something interesting.”

Dave frowned. “Out of nowhere?”

“Anything,” you insisted, scooting a little closer. “It’s a great way to get to know someone.”

He adjusted his position on the pillow, thinking for a moment. “Did you know there’s a world record for eating the most cockroaches? The number is 36.”

You scrunched your nose. “Gross!” Your body instinctively shifted, and without either of you noticing, Dave’s body moved closer to yours. “Did you know that the older violins get, the better they sound?”

“No, I didn’t. That’s pretty cool,” he replied, genuinely intrigued. “Did you know I can eat 14 hot dogs at once?”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “You just made that up.”

“No, seriously,” he insisted, laughing when you playfully pushed against his chest. You felt his muscles tense under your touch. “I really eat without complaining. My record is like 17.”

“I doubt it,” you murmured, still smiling.

Dave gently took your hand and placed it on the pillow, holding it for a second longer before letting it go.

“You look way prettier this way.”

“Prettier how?” Your voice came out softer than you expected.

“Like this… natural,” he muttered, his gaze lingering on your face before his eyes met yours. “Before, you seemed... I don’t know, fake. Like you were trying to prove something. I don’t know if it was the makeup or something else... But like this, without anything, you look more beautiful.”

His words hit you like a punch. It was true. You spent so much time worrying about your image, trying to maintain a certain appearance, a reputation. But now, lying next to someone as genuine as Dave, that facade felt completely unnecessary. The guilt hit you hard, like a punch to the stomach. You had been playing a game, messing with him. With someone so kind and pure.

You forced a soft smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back, pulling the blanket over his shoulder to snuggle in deeper. “Goodnight,” he whispered, exhaustion finally weighing him down. “Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Dave. You too…”

But sleep didn’t come immediately. Your eyes stayed on him, admiring how peaceful his breathing was, how everything around him seemed to glow just a little bit more. Slowly, your eyelids grew heavier, and you drifted off to sleep—dreaming of that beautiful dream that was Dave Lizewski.

[bgomtori]

☆ falling behind - k.th

synopsis - where everyone around you falls in love but you.

-> taehyun x reader

-> strangers to potential lovers, college au!

-> warnings! talks about the inability to fall inlove, yn zones out a lot, mentions of almost dying and being suicidal, alcohol, slowburn

-> note! happy tyun day!! love this man so much :' + laufey is so theraputic, i love her songs sm

love, a complex and profound emotion, an emotion experienced by many at least once in their lifetime. many may find solace in the warmth of shared gazes and the gentleness of intertwined fingers. love is like a canvas painted with the hues of understanding and compassion, where every stroke tells a story of shared excitement, or even bitter arguements. however, not everything is perfect, love can be exhausting and scary. while people yearn for the feeling of affection, some individuals decide to isolate themselves and prevent hurting themselves in the future, and completely destroy the meaning of love.

you sighed at the thought of being attracted to someone romantically, as you listened to your friends' sappy love stories about their partners, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy in your heart. when someone confesses their feelings to you, you can't help but feel disgusted, why can't you feel any romantic feelings towards anyone, like a normal human being? were you a robot? why can everyone around you fall for each other but you? your best friends have been in and out of relationships for god knows how many times, but you could only watch that happen. while everyone was falling inlove, you were falling behind.

"the right one will come to you, maybe by then, you'll feel your heart racing faster." ningning reassured you. but how? how would you know how love would feel like? you looked down, feeling devastated about the thought that you may never get married in the future. "don't worry yn! they'll come to you, it may not be in college, but maybe when you start working? who knows, or maybe they're here right now?" giselle exclaimed, trying to be more positive after seeing your gloomy state.

"i've never fallen in love with anyone before, how am i supposed to know how that feels." you groaned, stirring your coffee even though the milk has already been mixed in. "don't worry! the both of us can help you." you looked up from your sad coffee, just to see your friends stare at you with hopeful looks, you couldn't help but chuckle at them.

"fine." you couldn't believe you agreed to something like that, how were you going to find someone to try, or force yourself to fall inlove with. you were an introvert, you barely knew anyone that was in your college, all you did was follow your friend group around campus and laugh along with their jokes. as you left the cafe, walking in the opposite direction of your friends, you couldn't help but wonder how it was like for you to openly like someone, hold hands, or even kiss. the thought made you cringe, hell no, you can't imagine yourself doing that. however, the sound of finally having a shoulder to cry on, and calling someone yours, made you smile to yourself, that must be nice.

you were completely lost in your own world, not even noticing the traffic light infront of you, it was still red. cars quickly zooming past before the green man appears, you were clueless enough to almost step foot onto the busy street, until someone yanked you away, making you shriek in fear. you came back to your senses, finally realising that you were infront of a traffic light, you looked over your shoulder to notice the man holding you back from almost killing yourself. he was quite attractive, despite his outfit being a graphic tee with some sweatpants on, he had a nice face with big eyes.

"are you blind, or suicidal? why would you walk onto a road with oncoming vehicles." his tone was harsh, you could feel him belittling you. "i was lost in my thoughts, sorry.." you spoke barely in a whisper, slightly embarrassed that a stranger had to save you from a tragedy. he finally let go of your bag, walking away into the distant, you stared at his disappearing figure, wondering why he looked so familiar.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

"please yn, let's watch the football finals tonight. don't you wanna support our school." giselle whined, hugging onto your arm. "fine.." you grumbled, you were forced into this, you wanted to go home earlier today after your lecture and rest, but the universe has planned a different fate for you.

"yes! then you're gonna follow us to the after party too." your head turned towards ningning so fast, your head could fly off. "i didn't agree to that." you almost shouted, "nuh uh, you need to socialise, especially since you're in college." ningning gave you a smug look before walking off towards her classroom. you rubbed your head in annoyance, you couldn't believe that you were forced into this, but you were slightly excited, maybe you could find the someone you've been longing for. you quickly shook your head, why would you be thinking about stuff like that now. what are the chances that you would meet your future partner.

"i hate this so much." you mumbled to yourself, taking a seat near the back of the lecture theatre, trying to complete the last few questions of the homework assigned. you hoped that the day would go by faster, so that you could be in the comfort of your own home. yet again, you were occupied by your own thoughts, zoning in and out of lessons, only to be interrupted by the sudden movement at the front of the lecture hall.

"kang taehyun, how many times have you been late to class this month alone." the lecturer complained, taehyun apologised for his tardiness, completely ignoring the lecturers fussing as he made his way to the back of the class, where the only seat available was the one beside you. you stared at his face, trying to make out who he was, he felt familiar.

"oh it's you." he suddenly said, you looked at him with a puzzled expression on your face. that was the guy who saved you yesterday, you blushed at the sudden memory. how embarrassing.. "is this class the reason why you wanted to walk onto oncoming traffic? if it was, i understand." taehyun joked, taking out his laptop from his bag. you rolled your eyes at him, did he really think that you wanted to kill yourself?

"i already told you last night, i was just in my own world, i didn't notice the road infront of me." you retorted, taehyun chuckled at you, bringing his attention back to what the lecturer was teaching. you couldn't help but sneak glances at taehyun, he had to admit that he was fucking attractive, how have you not noticed him before. heck, you didn't even know that he was in your class to begin with. you quickly snapped yourself out of it, trying to focus in class.

"you really zone out a lot." a voice brought you back to reality, you didn't even realise that class had already ended, which part of lesson did you zone out at? "sorry, i think i'm just tired.." you rubbed your heavy lidded eyes, about to leave your seat.

"i'll send you my lecture notes, you gotta repay me though." taehyun stated, you stared at him in confusion, why was he acting so nicely to you? "what are you staring at me for? do you want to fail?" ouch, he was really straightforward. you gave taehyun your email in order for him to email you his notes. you briefly thanked him, walking out of the lecture theatre as fast as you could. you saw your friend group standing in the distance, probably waiting for you, you jogged up to them, giving them an apology for holding up their time.

"what took you so long?" ningning asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

"i zoned out in class, so i needed to get notes from my tablemate, sorry." you explained yourself. ningning gave you a slow nod before pulling you along with her, "well, let's go hang in your dorm before we head out for the match."

not long after, you've been lazing around with ningning and giselle, talking about basic things like what you did during the day, your classes, and obviously, their current partners. you sighed into the palm of your hand, looking down at your phone, scrolling aimlessly on tiktok, nodding your head occassionally at what they had to say.

"i'm so excited to support him later, hey yn, do you want me to introduce some players on the football team to you? i think there's some that may suit you." giselle suddenly questioned, you flinched at the sudden question, shit, you weren't listening at all up till that point.

"it's fine, i'm not looking for anyone right now." you mumbled out your answer, apparently that upsetted giselle, causing her to pout at your words. "you gotta have a look at them, seeing you all single and lonely hurts me too." she whined into your arm, making you cringe a little. you let out a nervous chuckle, pulling her away from your arm, "i'll try."

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this was definitely new to you, the loud screaming, along with the band blasting in the background felt foreign to you. the stadium was packed with students from your school and the opponent's school. the guys were already warming up on the sideline, getting in their stretches as quickly as possible, looking up at the bleachers time to time to spot their friends, family or partners. you looked at the players from the opposing school, you have to say they looked really tough to play against, hopefulky your school would be able to beat them.

now you scanned the players from your school, but to your luck, you accidentally made eye contact with a certain black haired male, kang taehyun? you really didn't know he was apart of your school's football team. you stared at him with widened eyes, shocked to find him there. he caught your gaze, returning the same surprised look you had before slowly waving at you. you looked around you, maybe he was waving at someone else? ah fuck it, you waved back at him, giving him an awkward smile.

"you know taehyun?" ningning teased, bumping your shoulder as if you successfully flirted with someone. you rolled your eyes, "yea, he's in my class. he was the one who gave me notes earlier today." you bluntly replied.

"ooo, he isn't the type who would help someone so easily." giselle smirked, giving you a knowing glance. you glared at her, no. you and taehyun would never be something like that, he was out of your league, and especially if you may not even feel any romantic attraction, you can never be with taehyun.

"that'll never happen." you whispered out, leaning onto the railings infront of you, staring at taehyun as he runs across the field, dribbling the ball with his foot before passing it over to his teammate. yea, he was kinda attractive, but he was off-limits. you hear chanting from your side of the stadium, before it turned to loud screams of delight. they scored, your school scored. you clapped your hands, smiling at the field infront of you. this was fun, something out of your comfort zone, yet so exhilarating.

the match was extremely close, it was currently a tie between your school and the opposing school, the win for your school was dependent on this singular penalty kick. the whistle was finally blowed, signalling for the penalty kick. the tension was high, the stadium was pin-drop silent, eyes fixated on the ball infront of taehyun. everyone was praying for either a good or bad outcome, taehyun took a deep breath in, backing up from the ball slightly, getting a few jogs in before kicking the ball towards the goal.

there was a brief silence before the referee called for the whistle. the game ended, the crowd roared in happiness, screaming their lungs off. the boys on the field jumped onto taehyun, hugging him.

"holy shit, you just helped us win the entire season, you sick bastard." yeonjun yelled, slightly tearing up. taehyun smiled widely at his teammates, if it weren't for them, he wouldn't be able to score that perfect goal at the end.

"they did so well!" ningning slapped you shoulder, along with giselle, making the two of you hiss in pain. "come on now, let's go to the after party before it gets too crowded." ningning exclaimed, hugging the two of you by the shoulder, pulling you guys towards the taxi stand.

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"let's all get fucking wasted tonight, this win was ours, let's celebrate it." a tall, lean male shouted causing the whole room to burst in screams and cheers. this night was going to be a hectic one.

fuck, but now this was an awkward situation for you. you were sitting at the corner of the room, sipping on the alcoholic beverage you had in hand, snacking on the snacks infront of you. apparently, giselle and ningning left you to take care of their bags while they were off finding their partners, it's even worse that you barely knew anyone here, you only knew their names, but have you spoken to any of them? that was another thing.

you scrolled on your phone, tuning out the obnoxiously loud music that was blasting, you really wanted to leave. you were zoning out from time to time, either that or observing the people around you. pockets of couples dancing with one another, or making out with each other near where the toilets were, gross. you sighed to yourself, this was getting boring, how much longer into the night must you be here? giselle was supposed to introduce some of the football players to you, but guess that was scraped off her agenda.

"zoning off again?" a voice broke your trance, making you jolt in your seat. it was kang taehyun, again.

"you don't seem like the type who would go to parties." taehyun assumed, taking a seat next to you.

"i was forced here." you simply replied, not wanting to socialise with anyone right now. there was awkward silence between the two of you, allowing you to dive into your thoughts again. recently, you realise that you have been seeing taehyun more often than usual, why was that? was it because he saved you from not accidentally killing yourself.

"you wanna leave this place together?"

"excuse me, what?"

"you heard me, wanna ditch this place, i'm getting bored here." taehyun admitted, shrugging his shoulder while waiting for your response. you played around with your fingers, you were getting bored as well, but is it really worth it to leave this place with a guy you barely knew? furthermore, you have two designer bags that were entrusted to you. well fuck it, you're gonna leave with an attractive guy.

"you know what? sure." you stood up, looking down at the male who was staring at you with shocked eyes, taehyun could only chuckle at your actions, pulling you through the crowd. finally, the air didn't feel hot and sticky anymore. the cool breeze hit your skin, making you shiver slightly. you quietly followed behind taehyun to his car, hoping that he wouldn't knock you up in his car or something.

"where are we going?" you asked, your voice was soft, you weren't exactly comfortable with going into a vehicle with a male in it.

"i know a spot, i find you interesting, i wanna get to know you more." taehyun answered, unlocking his car door. you sat in the passenger seat, not knowing what to do. this was so new to you.

"don't feel too uncomfortable, i won't do anything bad." taehyun reassured, reading your exact thoughts. you nodded your head slowly, looking out of the window, taking in the views while softly humming to the music in the background.

"you're not a talker aren't you?" taehyun broke the silence, trying to brighten the tense atmosphere, only to be shot down by your quick, 'yea'. taehyun remained quiet for most of the ride, unable to find topics to talk about.

"what's your view on love?" you suddenly questioned, taehyun was taken aback, he didn't know how to respond to your inquiry. did you always start conversations like that?

"hmm, i think it's quite meaningful?" taehyun was deep in thought, what really was his view on love. he didn't know, it comes and goes for him, he has never experienced real love. "how about you? you must have had a horrible experience to ask me that question." taehyun shot back the question to you. you stared out of the window, unable to form any words, you barely knew this guy, but he seems reliable.

"it sucks."

"what?"

"i think love is hard to understand." you mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed, now you looked like a loser.

"wow, what made you think that." you pursed your lips, opening up to a new person was harder than you expected. "it's better if i don't tell you.."

"why not? don't trust me enough?" you groaned, rolling your eyes in the process, "i barely know who you are, i'm not telling you my personal feelings." he was getting on your nerves, even though he didn't do anything to harm you.

"yet you're sitting in my car, not knowing where i'm bringing you. wow your priorities are set." taehyun sarcastically said, he was right, you remained silent, unable to argue back. "cat got your tongue?" taehyun tease, you could hear the smirk that was adorned on his face.

"just shut up." you scoffed at him, bringing your attention back to the scenary outside. it was empty, too empty for your liking, at this point you felt like you were getting kidnapped. you recited multiple prayers in your head, you haven't even been able to live your cat lady dreams, but now you may be killed by a football player. how sad is that? you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that maybe a slight nap would be the solution to whatever was happening currently.

"we're here." you stirred from your nap, looking around to check your surroundings. an empty, secluded field, away from the vibrant and bustling city, away from the chaos happening at the party, this was theraputic. the way the wind blew gently into your face, the pretty view of the ocean, plus the night sky embellished with countless stars, the moon's soft glow adds a touch of silver to the tranquil scene.

"you always come here?" you sat next to taehyun, making yourself comfortable as you watched each wave crash onto the rocks below.

"yea, to relieve stress or when i wanna be alone. feels nice right?" taehyun took a deep breath in, the air felt so much cleaner here compared to the polluted air in the city centre. you nodded your head, humming in response, "so why'd you bring me here?"

"nothing in particular, you're quite interesting i guess." taehyun shrugged, his large brown eyes meeting yours, you felt yourself heat up under his intense gaze, what's this feeling? why does it feel so icky, yet so nice..

"so, about earlier, can you tell me why.. why you think love is so complicated." you let out a nervous chuckle after hearing his words, he's going to make fun of you, definitely. "it's kinda embarrassing." you whispered, rubbing your sweaty palms against your thighs.

"i won't judge." taehyun reassured, his eyes speaking to you that he can be trusted. you sighed, comtemplating on whether you should tell him or not, your head was telling you no, but your heart said otherwise.

"i, i don't think i can ever fall for someone romantically, and even if i did, i don't think i'll be able to commit into a relationship." you admitted, your voice was barely a whisper.

"have you tried it with the right person?" taehyun suggested, his eyes now fixated on the glimmering stars in the sky, you continued to gaze at the ocean, knees proped up to your chin, resting your gead on your knees.

"no."

"then that's the problem i guess." taehyun said non-chalantly. "no, but i've not felt any of those sensations you get when you're in love, like butterflies in your stomach, kicking your feet in bed when they reply you. i want to feel those as well, but it's so hard.. seeing all my friends fall in love is so wholesome and it makes me feel happy for them, but what about me? i'm always falling behind." you complained, plucking the grass beneath. you could feel him staring at you, your eyes darting around the empty field as if you were searching for something. his silence was killing you, you shouldn't have said that, the longer the silence was, the more you felt smaller under his piercing gaze.

"sorry–"

"what are you sorry for?" you smacked taehyun's shoulder for interrupting your apology, "let me finish, i'm sorry for suddenly ranting to you like that."

"you're apologising for that? you're cute." taehyun joked, laughing at you. your face started to heat up, how humiliating, you should have shut your mouth from the first place, but that wasn't the thing that bothered you, rather the fact that he called you cute. why was it that when it came out of his mouth, you feel flustered?

"you're just protecting yourself from hurting yourself, there's no wrong in that. even if it means you barely experience what love feels like, it's better to build up your walls than to go through a heartbreak." taehyun looked into your eyes, before looking at the ocean again.

"but experiencing love is better than never being able to have a shoulder to cry on, or rely on. i just want to find someone to love too." you groaned, hoping that it'll make him understand where you're coming from. as much as you supported your friends with their love lives, you've always wanted to have what they have, but your heart shuts this emotion out.

"then wanna try with me?" taehyun suddenly blurted out, his eyes gazing into your now widened eyes. is he insane, does he want to get heartbroken this badly?

"you're not gonna want to be with me." you mumbled, rubbing your fingers against one another.

"but this is my own decision, let's try it. you've not met the right person to love yet, maybe i can be the one." his hands on top of yours, as if he was reassuring you that it was fine to try out love with him. your heart skipped a beat, what is this? why are you feeling so giddy? your lips tugged upwards, "alright." you agreed to his proposal, making taehyun smile to himself, his thumb playing with your hand.

"you know i've noticed you for some time, i've always thought that you were quite cute and interesting." taehyun admitted, his cheeks flushing a light hue of pink that was barely visible under the moonlight.

"what." your jaw dropped, here you were thinking that no one was into you.

"crazy right?" you nodded your head.

"let's go now, it's getting late, i'll send you home." taehyun quickly stood up, pulling you up together with him, walking back to his car, this time hand in hand.

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KIDNAPPED BY CHRIS FINAL PART

A WEEK LATER

Delilah is sitting in her room staring out the window, watching the rain fall.

"Delilah there's a package for you down here" my mum yells.

I get up and walk downstairs. I take the package and look at where it's from. 'Chris :)' it reads. I quickly take it upstairs and into my room. I sit on my bed and quickly rip the package open. The first thing I see is one of his hoodies. I smile and take it out, I smell it, it still smells like him. A tear leaves my eye. The next thing I see is a pink bracelet and a note. I pick the note up and open it.

I am now uncontrollably crying.

I look at the bracelet and put it on. I stare at it. I hold Chris's hoodie in my arms and lay down on my bed. I cuddle it and cry. Soon I'm asleep cuddling his hoodie.

2 MONTHS LATER

Chris he hadn’t left their house and hardly ever left his room. he sat on the window sill staring out at the trees. A tear leaves his eye. There's a knock on his door. He wiped his tear away with his sleeve. "Yeah" he answered, chris opens the door. "Hey Chris" he whispers.

"Hey" chris said fighting back tears.

"How are you" matt asks sitting on the edge of the bed. Chris can't controll the tears anymore. They pour out and Matt walks over to him and pulls him into a hug. "You really love him don't you" chris nods into Matt’s shoulder as he cried. "It's gonna be ok" Matt whispers.

Delilah she barely left her house too, and she always felt bored without them. She walkled downstairs in Chris’s hoodie.

"Is that new?" mum asks, "it's uhh, remember when I told you I fell inlove, his names clay and that package was from him" I say.

My mum smiles. I haven't worn it around them, I didn't want questions, I'd probably start crying if I got asked anything. I still do. I mean I feel like crying right now but I don't want to show that emotion to my brother who's sitting on a stool.

6 months.

Delilah my mental health has took a dive. I no longer go downstairs. I can't. I haven't eaten for a couple days, whenever I do eat it's ony something small. I sit in my room on my bed staring at the ground. I could go for a walk. Maybe try to bump into chris. yep I think 'I'm going to go and walk where he took me and see if we bump into eachother' I quickly grab my phone and keys and walk downstairs. "Where are you going?" My mum asks. "Walk" I say and leave the house.

I walk down the footpath for about 30 minutes. I reach the old street. It's changed. It's more run down and it smells funny. I stare at the street. What am I doing. I can't go down there. I'm being stupid. I'll never find chris. I turn around and walk back the way I came. I pull out my phone and scroll on it as I walk.

Chris he was sat in the backseat of the car as they drove around looking for a place to film, since Delilah left they quit crime all together. Now they’re YouTubers full time, and nobody knows their truth. Chris look at the window and down the street. There's someone walking on there phone. Dark brown hair, rather small. Oh my god "Stop the car" chris said quickly.

"What?" Matt asks.

"Stop the fucking car" chris yelled.

"Why?" Nick asks.

"Stop the car Matt"chris yelled, Matt stops the car and chris opened the car door.

chris about 10 meters away from the person.

chris steps out of the car and looks at her.

She looked up hearing the car and both their heart drops.

Delilah and chris.

Delilah puts her phone in her pocket as she begins to run towards chris. Chris runs too until he gets pulled into a hug. She wraps her arms around his neck tightly and he lifts her off the ground a little. A tear leaves her eye, "it's been 6 months chris, where the fuck have you been?" Delilah cried.

THE END

a note from the author: I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone of you who took the time to read this series. Your comments, reposts, likes, your messages, and those who rooted for the characters, means more to me than words can express. Writing this story was so fun. your feedback, and your enthusiasm is what inspires me to keep making fics like this. thank you.

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three is plenty | qh43

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pairing: dad!quinnhughes x reader

summary: You and your husband Quinn decide to start your family.

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quinnhughes

liked by jackhughes, y/nhughes, and others...

quinnhughes y/n and I are excited to announce that we will have another member joining the family in February!

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jackhughes O. M. G. I AM GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!

y/nhughes yes jack. your gonna be an uncle!

lukehughes I am in shock.

ellenhughes Congratulations to both of you! you are gonna be amazing parents!!

quinnhughes learned from the best ma!

canucksoffical Is it to early to order the nugget a jersey?

y/nhughes not at all!

trevorzegras quinn your old!

quinnhughes i don't like you!

eliaspetterson CONGRATULATIONS! I am so excited to meet my niece or nephew!

y/nhughes actually...

quinnhughes you mean god daughter or god son!

eliasptterson ARE U BEING SO FR RN?!?!

y/nhughes YES! pettie we love you, and couldn't imagine any one better for the job!

eliaspetterson I love you both so much!

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes Excited to announce that on February 11th we welcomed Colton Jackson Hughes into the world!

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jackhughes colton JACKSON??? guys i'm sobbing

quinnhughes it was her idea...

y/nhughes its cute! and why not honor one of his uncles.

lukehughes I am so inlove alread, I can't wait to meet him in a few days.

ellenhughes so beyond proud and happy for you both! you guys did amazing!

quinnhughes thanks mom

eliaspetterson I AM ON THE WAY WITH DINNER AND TOYS

y/nhughes is it pasta? I really want pasta

eliaspetterson of course its pasta.

quinnhughes I love the both of you so much, you did amazing baby.

y/nhughes quinnnn we love you the most!

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes My boy is so big now, miss when he was a baby.

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y/nhughes well I have some good news for you?

quinnhughes we can have another one?

y/nhughes there's already another on the way :)

quinnhughes ARE U SO SERIOUS

y/nhughes yes! we're having another baby!

quinnhughes I love you so much!

lukehughes He's so big!!

jackhughes future nhl star right there.

quinnhughes for sure.

lukehughes oh 100 percent he's gonna be better than all of us.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes introducing Reese Warren Hughes, and Stevie Elle Hughes!

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jackhughes TWINS?!?

trevorzegras @quinnhughes Twins??? you have magic jizz

quinnhughes I truly don't like you.

lukehughes GUYYYSSS you are the best.

quinnhughes love you bro, now this one was my idea.

jackhughes so lukes the favorite brother...

quinnhughes yes.

lukehughes yes.

y/nhughes yes.

trevorzegras yes.

ellenhughes they are to precious! I love you all so much!

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-FALLIN' INTO YOUR OCEAN EYES.

synopsis• you're inlove with Chris' eyes.

pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Columbian!gf reader

Genre: Fluff

Category: Chris x Foreign reader

Word count: 0.5k

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈...♪ 𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑩𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑬 𝑬𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯

you loved these types of moments.

ones where you would just sit on the couch and listen to Chris talk for hours. It gave you the best chance of getting lost in his eyes. They were beautiful, and mesmerizing. You'd never seen such eyes as his. You wish you could stare at them forever.

“Baby?” Chris spoke, looking at you. “hm? Yes lindo?” You hummed, still staring at him. “Are you listening?” Chris Asked, a sad look in his eyes. You placed your hand on his right cheek, “Yes baby, I am. Continue please, I love it when you talk.” You smiled. You could see the concern leave his eyes.

“Anyway, I loved getting to see power slap. It was amazing. And then, Justin ended gambling and winning a million dolla…” He continued talking but it went through one ear and out the other. You couldn't focus, you were so fixated on his baby blues. You just couldn't help it. He was so gorgeous. You don't think he realizes how easy it is to fall in love with his lovely blue eyes. He was so clueless.

“Baby, you keep staring,” Chris laughed. “I'm sorry I can't help it. You're so gorgeous.” You responded, leaning forward, pressing your lips against his. You press your forehead against his, breaking the kiss. “What was that for hm?” Chris asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. “I just wanted to kiss you.” You giggled, looking up at him. “Well, thank you baby.” He laughed, placing you on his lap.

Both of you just stared at each other, eyes filled with love. God, you couldn't get enough of him. You could stare at him forever, just like you were now. You would never get enough of his gorgeous eyes. So much so that, most of the time you’d get caught staring all the time. So, he knew. Of course he knew, he had too. You looked at him so much, there's no way he couldn't have realized how much you loved them. “Amor, you're staring.” You giggled. “You're staring too princess, you have been this whole time.” He responded, smiling at you. “whattt, no I haven't….” “oh yeah?” “Mhm” “you haven't huh?” you nodded, a red tint appearing across your cheeks.

Chris leaned forward, and smirked. He played you down, and started tickling you. It startled you, but you were okay with it. You both laughed and screamed together. Appreciating this moment you two had together. “Admit it baby, you love my eyes”  “Okay, okay!!” You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “I can't breathe!!” He let you go, you trying to catch his breath. “Cmon baby, you don't have to lie baby. You can say you love my eyes, especially in Spanish.” Chris commented, smirking at you.

“Mhmmm,maybe” you responded. “please baby.” Chris whined, looking at you with puppy eyes. “ughhh, fine. You're lucky I love you, idiot.” You laughed. He smiled, sitting up. “Me encantan tus ojos, hermoso.” “What’d you say?” Chris asked, his eyes glowing in the light. “I said..” “i love your eyes, handsome” 

a/n: I tried setting up my titles and stuff differently so lmk how you like it! Also, this is short and shitty bc it's literally 1 am and I'm soooo tired. Also, I didn't know how to really write this. but, I hope you enjoy it!!

Lots of love, alondra🪷

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