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mxomo · 1 year

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helping him train ♡︎ sakusa kiyoomi

Sakusa has found a way for you to spend some quality time together whilst he trains. c/w: lots of fingering, overstim, lil spank, "darling" a/n: brainrot 2k23!! enjoy~ (´ ∀ ` *)

Many volleyball enthusiasts around the country had, after many hours of studying and analysis, concluded that Sakusa Kiyoomi’s incredible success at spiking was in large part due to his weirdly strong and flexible wrists

Like many athletes, our Omi-kun understood the importance of training, conditioning, of practice. Despite his icy demeanour and aversion to other human beings, he was very dedicated to his craft and spent many hours making sure he was in top condition for his matches

Our ISTJ King of course has developed over the years a very precise routine to keep on top of his game, having tried various stretches and exercises throughout his career

“Is there a ritual that you like to follow before an important match, sir?” “What is your preferred warm-up routine?”

He can’t help but respond with a smirk cus ha ha ha-

“Mmmf- ngh- Omi! Omi, it’s too much, i-it’s too much, it’s-!”

“We have another ten minutes,” Kiyoomi drawled, running his thumb over your lip before shoving it into your gaping mouth. “And maybe another set after. There’s a big match in a couple of days, darling.”

You couldn’t stop the whine that tumbled from your mouth, clamping your lips around the invading digit as Kiyoomi’s other hand rammed unrelentingly and rhythmically into you, as he had been doing for the last 30 minutes.

“You said you were missing my company,” he pointed out flatly, nuzzling into your neck as you wrapped yourself around him, tugging gently at the roots of his curls. “Isn’t this a great compromise?”

You were quiet as you stared into the distance for a moment, a rumble of a chuckle in your chest as you considered his offer. “You horny little shit.”

Kiyoomi perches himself up on his elbows, catching your eye with his usual deadpan expression. A minute ticks by as you stare each other down. He tilts his head, prompting you to answer his original proposal, as he neglects to respond to your accusation. his eyes seem to say ‘and?’; eventually, you break and a full laugh escapes you.

“I don’t see really how this could be considered exercise for you,” you said dryly. As he opened his mouth to explain once more why exactly fingerblasting you every other day and before a match was conducive to his career and both of your overall health, you continued. “I will consent to a trial period of said training routine. You have one week.”

Being an incredibly serious matter, Kiyoomi would start a timer for each ‘set’. 20 minutes of various crafty finger and wrist movements, high speed and power directly and expertly into your g-spot

His left hand went first for 2 reasons: being marginally his weaker and less dominant hand, starting left in his opinion ‘eases you into it better’

(You thought this was bull because you’re sent to high heaven at the same speed no matter which hand he starts with)

His second reason being if he wants to go for a third set then his left is ‘trained’ more with a built in break time

“Get over my knee, we’re doing one more,” Kiyoomi urged, shifting you over slightly as you failed to move along to his command in your exhaustion. Your mouth was dry, you were breathless, your pussy felt wet and swollen and was leaving a small puddle wherever you sat as Kiyoomi ripped orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“Mmmf,” you mumbled, unable to focus as your legs trembled and your core clenched weakly at each aftershock that rolled through you. “O-oh!”

Kiyoomi slipped two fingers back into your overworked cunny again. Starting slow, he began thrusting into you purposefully with each targeted movement of the wrist, assaulting your g-spot much too intensely after what you’d been through that evening. Your vision burst white and your senses faded as another orgasm washed through you, a gasp catching in your throat, your mind scattering as Kiyoomi pinned your thrashing hips down to keep you in place.

“Great job, darling, but hold still,” he demanded, delivering a sharp smack on your backside. “I’ll be sure to give you credit when we win,” Kiyoomi smirked, glancing momentarily at the timer. “But you have another six minutes."

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vettelsvee · 9 days

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AFTERGLOW | Mick Schumacher

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summary: mick's girlfriend knows that something's wrong with him. after talking to her dad and her stepmother, she decides to face her boyfriend.

word count: 2956

warnings: angst. bad language. mick being aggressive. use of y/n.

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If Sebastian's retirement announcement had hurt you, the way you boyfriend had been acting towards you, for no apparent reason, hurt even more.

You were on you father's terrace, with your legs stretched out on a chair in front of you and the sun shining on your face as you watched the latest news about Taylor Swift. Beside you, Hanna was tending to her baby, who was in her arms playing with a small plush toy you bought her that surprisingly become her favorite. Sebastian appeared out of nowhere carrying a tray full of snacks and drinks, which he carefully placed on the table before immediately caressing the heads of the women in his life. The German sat beside his wife facing you, his eldest daughter.

As much as you enjoyed visiting your family for no reason, today's visit had a reason with a name and surname: Mick Schumacher. Since both of you had finally decided to start a romantic relationship, everything had been a bed of roses. However, the past few weeks have been hell. The boy's behavior towards you had changed radically. What used to be a daily routine filled with laughter, gratitude and support had turned into distance and avoidance, as if they you college students living together during the school year because they had no other choice.

Before starting to speak, you poured yourself some lemonade that Vettel had made hours earlier with her, and took a slight sip despite being really thirsty. You felt nervous as you began to initiate the conversation, but the warm looks you father and stepmother were giving you helped you relax.

"I need to share something with you," you began, "because if I don't tell someone, I feel like I'm going to end everything I've fought for all this time. Plus, I feel like you're the ones who can help me the most in this regard," you added.

The couple exchanged curious looks, not knowing what you were referring to. Any idea passed through Hanna's mind, while the Aston Martin driver could only think of the possibility that his little one might be pregnant. Hanna could see the panic in her husband's face; she simply placed her free hand on the German's thigh and gently caressed it, trying to calm him down. They shouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly, and that seemed to be what his wife was telling him as she gave Sebastian a glance.

"I've noticed that Mick has been behaving very strangely lately," you began to explain. "I don't know what's going on in his head, but we hardly talk, we don't usually go out of the house like we used to and... well, let's say we don't show as much affection to each other anymore," you said apologetically, trying not to get angry at the laughter your father was making. "I feel like the Mick I've known all this time has been just a mirage, and I don't know what to do about it."

Sebastian and Hanna exchanged knowing looks, and the woman let him speak first.

"Y/N, I understand what you mean, but you have to know the pressure Mick faces daily," the blonde explained lovingly. "Formula 1 is like that: it doesn't just drag you, but also those you love the most. Your boyfriend has many eyes on him, and as if that weren't enough, he bears the responsibility of carrying on his father's legacy."

The older blonde agreed with her husband. She passed the little one to Seb, got up quickly and sat next to you,now cry out of frustration, and started to caress your hair lovingly as a comfort.

"Your father is right, Y/N, and I have to agree with him because I've been with him for almost twenty years," Hanna commented. "Every person has a completely different way of dealing with stress. Sebastian used to yell at me every time he breathed, and look," she pointed at him, "here we are. Some people open up to anyone they meet, and others shut themselves off to avoid worrying those they love the most," she stated. "Just because Mick isn't like he was a few weeks ago doesn't mean his feelings towards you have changed. Sometimes, they just need space and a little time to silence the demons in their heads."

You nodded, taking a sip from the glass you held in your hands to calm your nerves. You let out a sigh you had been holding in for quite some time, worried about the possible reaction the two in front of you might have. They continued to talk about more trivial matters, and that conversation, although short, had been very meaningful, was set aside, although not for the girl, who continued to torture herself wondering what she could do to make Mick feel better while listening to talk about baby care and nurseries.

"Thank you, dad. Thank you, Hanna," you replied, getting up from your seat and looking at the adults. "I guess I needed the advice of someone who might have gone through the same thing as I am right now," you objected. "I promise I'll do my best not to despair anymore. I'll let you know when I know more."

The couple got up shortly after you, already heading towards the door, possibly to return to the apartment you shared with Schumacher. Sebastian, still holding the baby, opened the door, unable to say anything else. Hanna, on the other hand, smiled warmly at you and gave you a hug.

"Remember, we're here for you, sweetheart," your father's wife said kindly. "Communication is key in any relationship. If you see that Mick is still not ready to talk about it, give him space, but don't forget to remind him that you're there for whatever he needs."

You nodded and left the residence, leaving the driver and his wife somewhat worried about what could happen between you two.

You opened the door to your home with trembling hands, feeling a pressure in your chest from the concern about the scene your eyes would encounter as soon as you entered.

The first thing that greeted you was the sound of hooves scratching the parquet floor, which soon grew louder as Angie approached rapidly to welcome you home again. You bent down, leaving your belongings aside, and took some time to caress your furry friend, whom you had grown fond of since the moment her owner introduced her to you. While admiring the way the animal's tail moved, you began to hear the running water from the shower, a sign that Mick was home, as you had hoped.

Sitting on the couch and staring at the TV, whose screen was filled with deceptive advertisements for food and clothing, you heard a door open and steps that seemed to be approaching you. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was about to come when you saw her boyfriend walk past you, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another smaller towel.

You decided that things couldn't go on like this, so you approached the boy more angrily than you thought, who was preparing dinner, obviously, just for himself.

"Yes, love, I had a great time with Seb and Hanna. Thanks for asking how my day went!" you shouted sarcastically.

Schumacher turned around, leaving the wooden spoon on the bowl in which his salad was being prepared. Your face was fully red, and your aggressive demeanor reminded him of Sebastian's moments of fury at Red Bull. The German looked at you coldly, and you only felt his blue eyes radiating hatred, something you had never seen in the boy before.

If you weren't up for games that night, neither was Mick.

"I don't care how your day went," the blue-eyed one responded disdainfully, "but if you had such a great time with your perfect family, maybe you should consider moving in with them."

The driver’s statement hurt you more than if you had been stabbed in the stomach. You couldn't believe the words coming out of the mouth of the one you considered the love of your life. When you opened your mouth to reply and yell a thousand worse things at him, the words got stuck in your throat. Schumacher made a move to leave, but you reluctantly took his hand to keep talking to him. For you, things weren't going to stay like this.

"After everything we've been through to get here, is this how you're paying me back?!" you exploded, releasing all the anger you had accumulated. "Is this the way you planned to treat me from the beginning?"

The driver turned to you, his jaw tense. His arms were crossed, and he was squeezing his clenched fists tighter and tighter.

"I don't know what you're talking about, blondie," he spat with disdain. "If you feel so bad, maybe you should reconsider what this relationship means to you."

You approached him with fury, and began to hit him in the chest with your hands. You were tired of, at any point in your life, the people she loved the most ending up hurting her.

"You have no idea what you mean to me!" you got closer and closer to Mick, who seemed to feel small compared to you. "You became my everything when I had nothing, but now you've become a stranger with whom it would seem ridiculous to say that I've shared traumas from my life that no one knows."

"You have no right to judge me, Y/N!" roared the boy with a voice filled with aggression. "You don't know what I have to face every day: criticism, expectations, my father, you, the team..." He raised his hands in the air as he spoke. "Do you think it's easy being in this messed up world?"

"It's not just about you, Mick!" you exclaimed, tears starting to blur your vision. "It's about us and everything we've been through together!"

Words continued to fly in the room, laden with pain and anger, exchanged between the couple as if in a tennis match. You had reached a point where the argument wasn't focused on trying to resolve whatever was happening between you, but on hurting each other with hurtful comments, fighting to see who could inflict more damage.

"This makes no sense, Y/N," Mick shouted in frustration. His gaze was filled with panic and accumulated anger. He felt it increasingly difficult, at that point in the argument, to contain his rage.

"Love, please, calm down," your voice trembled. "We're not getting anywhere, just giving the neighbors a free show that we'll regret later," you pleaded.

Schumacher didn't relent. He felt a wave of helplessness washing over his body. He reached out his muscular arm and grabbed the first object he could find, a frame with a picture of him with you and Angie on a day you spent in the mountains, and threw it against the wall mercilessly. The sound of impact and shattering glass echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the sobs and gasps of air from the young woman.

You couldn't help but step back, feeling increasing pressure in your chest and filled with fear. You knew the boy was losing control of the situation, and you were afraid it would escalate to physical violence against you. You had experienced that kind of abuse with your mother, and you didn't want to relive it with the same person who once told you that love didn't hurt.

"Mick, stop, this isn't you!" you cried out in anguish. "What's wrong with you?"

The German clenched his fists tighter.

"I've already told you, Y/N: you don't understand! You can't possibly understand. The pressure, the expectations... it's all overwhelming," he sighed anxiously, "and I feel like it's going to break me at any moment."

You approached him slowly, but at a safe distance, in an attempt to calm him down that you hoped wouldn't be in vain.

"We're in this together, sweetheart. Why don't you confide in me instead of shouting at me like a madman in an asylum?"

"Because I don't want you involved in this," Mick looked at you with a mix of anger and pain. "You've had enough worries in your life already."

You went cold, speechless in response. The blonde seemed to have calmed down. Now, his gaze begged you to keep speaking because, if not, he would go crazy at any moment.

"Mick, I love you," you continued as best you could, "and that means I want to be there for you, even in the toughest moments. You can't expect me to walk away when you need me the most."

"It's not that simple, Y/N," the driver paced back and forth, seeking a way to remedy everything he had caused during those weeks of tormenting Gunther. "The pressure is overwhelming, and the comparisons with my father are becoming less bearable," he confessed. "People don't care how hard I try. They always end up making me feel like I’m not good enough."

The blonde took a deep breath, struggling to keep calm while seeing that the root of the problem was surfacing:

"And how do you expect our relationship to work if you shut yourself off? I can't guess what's going on in your head if you don't tell me," you said in a barely audible whisper.

"Because I don't want to be a burden to you!" he retorted. "I don't want you to see me as a failure."

Determined to end all the fuss, you took a step forward and, despite the boy's protests, ended up taking his hands and directing his gaze to yours.

"Mick, you're not a failure: you're human," you said. "Making more or fewer mistakes is completely normal, and I'm here to support you and make you see that," you expressed sincerely. "I don't care what people think or say about you. To me, you'll always be the best at what you do, and there won't be a comment that will change my mind."

He looked at you. Angie had clumsily approached the boy's leg, stroking him and causing him some tickles with her fur, something that made you laugh in that moment of tension.

"What do you want me to do, Y/N? How can I move forward with all this?",

Feeling her resistance beginning to dissipate, you rushed to give him a hug, something the boy didn't reject. You both had missed each other, and the gentle caresses you shared in that brief moment were proof of that.

"Start by trusting me. Share what worries you and what you're afraid of. You don't have to fight alone: you know I'm here for whatever you need."

Mick, with his eyes full of tears threatening to fall, held you tightly to his chest, trying not to hurt you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered with a trembling voice, "for everything. My contract with Haas... it's over. Gunther doesn't trust me for next year."

You quickly pulled away from Mick. You had been left in suspense, and your boyfriend's pale face had already given you many clues, such as why he had told you before the cooling of your relationship that he didn't want to continue racing, or how Seb's retirement didn't affect him as much as you had thought it would.

Mick had faced very painful and traumatic experiences, such as his father's accident. However, although his dismissal might seem less significant than the former, for his girlfriend, it was more serious because there was nothing worse than someone compromising your mental health, and that was exactly what Gunther Steiner had been doing to her guy.

You approached him with slow steps and hugged him once again.

"Darling..." you whispered, trying to sound as understanding as possible. "It's okay, alright? Gunther doesn't deserve you. Besides, I'm sure that when something bad ends, something better begins."

Schumacher collapsed into your arms, tears finally escaping from his eyes. The mask he had been wearing for all the previous weeks had finally shattered, revealing a vulnerable version of himself that he didn't want you to discover.

"I feel like a failure," the blonde sobbed with a choked tone due to the tears. "I've fought so hard, I've given everything I have even when I couldn't anymore... and it seems like it's never enough."

You hugged him tighter, tenderly, hearing the boy's quick heartbeats loud and clear.

"You're not a failure, Mick," you revealed to him. "You have so much talent and you can do great things, it's just that you started your career in a crappy team with even crappier treatment," the boy laughed, music to your ears. "This is just a bump in the road, and you and I are going to get through it together."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, love," Mick looked at you tenderly, mentally regretting his behavior over the past few weeks.

"I'll always be here for you, truly," you continued, gently stroking his cheek. "You're so much more than race results, and I won't stop telling you until you believe it, even when you get tired of hearing me say it so much!"

You ended up laughing heartily, initiated by Mick. Maybe you weren't the perfect duo in the eyes of others, but you were for yourselves and those who knew you best.

If the invisible string theory was real, you and Mick were proof of it. You could even say the same about the multiverse hypothesis: in this one, and in millions more, a stubborn blonde couple, no matter the problems you had to face, would end up together, whatever it took.

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To The Stars

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Summary: With war on the horizon, Rhys and his mate have been busier than should be possible, with almost no time to even see each other. But sometimes, to stay sane, you have to make time.

Word Count: 1,064

Category: Fluff

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I squinted at the words on the paper in front of me, trying to get them to stop blurring. My eyes burned, and my head ached, and before I knew it, I was face down on the desk.

Not the first time it had happened to me, and probably not the last. But the Night Court was basically the only court who had our shit together and stood a chance at stopping Hybern, which meant it was on me and the rest of the Inner Circle to organize what we needed to organize to save the world as we knew it. That tended to lead to a lot of exhaustion.

Even worse, it had left me no time to see my mate, Rhysand, as we were both running around like maniacs, often in different directions. His face floated across my subconscious as I fought to stay awake despite my body begging me to rest my eyes and stay down on the desk. I thought I'd finally lost the battle when I heard his voice, calling my name in his smooth, soothing voice that had come to feel like home. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and realized this wasn't an exhaustion-induced dream.

I groaned, slowly dragging myself back into a sitting position as I blinked at Rhys through bleary eyes. He hardly looked better than me, with dark bags under his eyes. Still, he pulled a soft smile onto his face when he looked at me.

"You look about as tired as I feel," he said, voice a little more gravelly than usual. I huffed a sigh.

"I'm absolutely exhausted. But we have to do what it takes to have a chance at winning this war."

"We do."

The silence hung between us for a moment, the massive weight we carried together resting heavily on our shoulders. Then Rhys, my wonderful mate, sighed and gave me a tired smile, running his hand along my cheek.

"Come outside with me."

I raised an eyebrow at him, but his face didn't change. I held his stare, but when his calm expression didn't crack with even a hint of what he was up to, I finally gave in with a sigh of my own.

"Fine. But only because I love you so much. If anyone else was asking me to accompany them for mysterious reasons rather than wading through these papers or sleeping, I would tell them to fuck right off."

"I'll make sure to remember how lucky I am to be met with a different response."

I snorted, at myself more than him, and he shot me a small smile as I got to my feet. He held out a hand and led me out of our bedroom and up the stairs to the roof.

"If we had even a single extra second to string together, I would've told you to close your eyes first," Rhys said, a smile in his voice from ahead of me. I raised an eyebrow, more curious than ever as he stepped out onto the roof of the Velaris townhouse and I followed after him.

Rhysand stared at me with a massive grin on his face, holding his arms out slightly on either side in a 'ta-da' gesture. I looked just past him to find a nest of blankets assembled on the roof, with glasses of sparkling wine waiting for us. A small fire roared in a firepit that hadn't been there the last time I'd checked.

"We have to rest at some point, or so I've been told by every other member of our court. And if I have to take a break, I'd much prefer to take it with you."

I smiled, none of the tiredness leaving me but most of the tension draining away. I crossed the short distance between me and my mate, wrapping my arms around him tightly and breathing in his scent. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, the soft thud mixing with the crackling fire, and for just a moment everything was right with the world.

"How did I get so lucky as to find you?" I asked, a soft smile on my face as I at last pulled back to look at Rhys. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he leaned in until his lips were just a breath away from mine.

"I wonder the same thing, how we could be so lucky to find each other, almost every day that I walk this world," he murmured. My heart swelled, and a heartbeat later Rhys closed the distance between us. I lost myself in his embrace and his soft, tender kiss.

We stayed locked together for a few long moments, then finally, reluctantly, I pulled back. Rhys watched me like a hawk, but I just gave him a little smile.

"We'll have time for that after wine and stargazing," I promised. He sighed, playing it up a little, even as he leaned back.

"I suppose it would be a shame to let it all go to waste."

I winked and gave him one last peck on the cheek, then led him over to the pile of blankets. The two of us made ourselves comfortable, snuggling into the warmth together and staring up at the crystal clear night sky. I sighed, the light from the stars shining out through the darkness above.

"This is beautiful," I murmured. Rhys handed me a glass, which I took, my eyes never leaving the night sky above.

"It really is. It helps, to look at this. To look at Velaris. And you. To... remember what we're fighting for."

"Yeah. Yeah, it does."

I finally tore my eyes away from the starlight overhead to look at my mate, meeting his sparkling eyes. I would go to the absolute ends of the world for him, and I knew he would do the same for me. The road ahead would be hard, against Hybern and the other courts, but how could anything hope to stand against us? Especially when we had the rest of our friends behind us, too.

"To the stars who listen," he said, lifting his glass to mine with a half-smile. I returned the gesture, the soft clink of the glasses ringing out in the night.

"And the dreams that are answered."

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dilxcc · 3 months

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chapter seven

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, this chapter contained some suggestive stuff, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

previous chapter

as weeks passed by, satoru acted as he usually had. needless to say, his heart aches every time he remembered his actions from last time. how shameless of him to have done that to his dear friend – his best friend. and not just a friend, but someone he truly cares and love. the male cursed under his breath as he remembered the scene as it was still clear in his head as if it had just occurred a few hours ago.

so, when he sees you walking down the school hallway, he didn’t know what to do. right, just act the way he always had. gojo smiled widely, showing his bright teeth as he waved his hand at you. “hey, princess,” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. “drop it, gojo. we’re at work, please be professional,” you scolded him lightly, crossing your arms together but it didn’t help the slight smile that you were fighting to hide. “aww, you’ve wounded me,” he feigned a hurt expression, hands gripping his chest where his heart is located.

“i heard that you’re going to work out of town again. so, you’re leaving the kids to me, huh?” you gave him an unimpressed look. “don’t give me that look,” he pouted, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “i know you’ll do great. you’ve always been an amazing sorceress after all,” he smiled genuinely, a playful glint in his eyes. “shut it, satoru,” you grunted. “what’s this? i thought that you said we need to be professional at work, l/n,” he smirked playfully, his arm that was around your shoulder were back at his side as he kept a respectful distance between you two.

“you- asshole!” you threw punches at him which he avoided with ease. “alright, alright. your students are waiting. see you!” and in seconds, he disappeared. “i hope all of your teeth fell out!” you yelled at particularly no one. “miss y/n..?” a familiar voice called out. “um… are you okay?” you turned around and faced with the three first year. “yes,” you let out a frustrated sigh.

“everyone’s ready?” you asked in a comforting tone. “you can stay back if you don’t feel like going in. this is a dangerous mission after all,”

you looked at the three of them, carefully inspecting them one by one to see if anyone of them wanted to stay behind. but none of them speak up and stared back at your determinedly despite carrying the slight fear behind. “alright, then let me give you guys a quick briefing,” you clasped your hands in front of you. “if by any chance that you guys encounter a special grade, make sure to run away and not to look back. am i clear?” you smiled. they all nodded in unison. “good. i want all of you to get out of there safely,”

“there would be a bunch of papers i need to get to if one of you get hurts. so, help me and try not to hurt yourself,” you said in a playful tone, hoping to ease some of their nerves.

your heart dropped in your stomach when you saw one of your students – itadori yuuji, laid lifelessly on the ground, blood sipping out from his chest. this wasn’t what you meant by staying safe – this was the exact opposite of it. “no, no, no. wake up, kid,” you tapped his face lightly, hoping to wake him up somehow. deep inside you, you already know that it was pointless seeing how his heart was ripped out by the curse inside him; sukuna.

“satoru, i’m sorry,” you sniffled slightly, struggling to hold in your tears. “it’s not your fault,” the white-haired male smiled reassuringly. “i was supposed to look after them,” you continued on. at this point, a stray tear slipped passed your eye and down your cheek. satoru pulled you into a tight hug, caressing your back comfortingly. “i know. and it wasn’t your fault,” he said softly. you could feel his lips planting a kiss on your forehead, all the while his hand rubbing your back continuously. “you should go home. i’ll stop by after i meet with shoko. you got that, pretty?” his hands cups your cheeks, levelling your eyes with his.

you gave him a light nod, causing him to smile. “good girl,” he patted your head. “get some rest, sweet thing,”

when you arrived at your house, it all suddenly felt like a big empty space – all cold.

taking a deep breath, you willed yourself to get changed into your sleepwear. your limbs felt heavy and you couldn’t move. but you still forced yourself to move and take basic care of yourself. you shouldn’t be feeling like this. you were sure your students are even more crushed as they were slowly bonded.

as you lay in bed, you could make out a light knock coming from the front door. you knew immediately that it was satoru. you wanted to get out of the bed so bad and greet him. but you just couldn’t. your student’s death had given such an impact on you. how couldn’t he? he was such a bright student that he made you attached to him in a blink of an eye.

you didn’t even need to get out of bed to open the door anyway. satoru always kept your spare key with him. the knocking at the door was just for pleasantries. he peeked his head inside your room with a smile. “hey,” he greeted you. “i bought your favorite cookies,” he smiled like a kid showing his good grades to his parents.

he sat beside you and caressed your cheek. “remember during high school?”

“you always gave me candy when i was feeling down,” he said, his eyes looking at you fondly. “i’m hoping that these cookies might help you feel better,”

“you being here already helped me, satoru,” you said softly. “you’re too sweet y/n,” he chuckled.

before long, he puts aside his blindfold and lay down on your bed. “sorry if i smell. might make your bed smelly,” gojo said in a playful tone. you smiled. you certainly felt better already. satoru just had that effect on you. he always does. “why are you here, satoru?”

“to check in on you,” he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. he laid on his side and faced you. “i know that this is probably hard for you but – i want you to be strong,” he muttered.

It reminds him. friends aren’t like this. normal friends don’t lay in the same bed, faces too close and too much physical touches. his face leaned in closer, his breath tickling your face while his eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes. before you could even comprehend on what was happening, you felt his lips locking with yours in a slow and sensual kiss.

right now, everything just felt right. but you know that when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will regret having already kissing him.

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#say you love me #say you love me : chapter seven #jjk #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fanfic #angst #fluff #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #itadori #nobara #megumi

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lizmindpalace · 1 month

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So you know that we had an eclipse in North America today and I saw a post about the brothers never actually observing an eclipse before and I had to write this.

"I don't get what's the fuss with this moon thing, the damn thing is there all day and night long every day, every year".

Lucifer's fingers rubbed his closed eyes as a sigh left his body, it was always the same thing when it came to his young brothers.

"We do not have a sun, idiot, that's what makes the trick", the yawny voice of the youngest of the seven uttered with a notable tone of annoyance, his eyes were closed but had they been opened, a roll in them would show how much irritant he found his older brother's words.

"I find it romantic". Asmodeus sighed, "Satan told me all about human beliefs in legends and books. It's like a kiss between two lovers separated in time and distance, so they can only see each other once in a lifetime and share a love kiss".

Another sigh and a giggle followed that statement, however, the effect those words had left in the group made them stay quiet ever since they had been informed about the assignment regarding the 2024 solar eclipse up in the human world. Lucifer had been mesmerized for a while, but it was the first one to notice the thoughts going through his brothers' minds.

"No..."

"It should be a great occasion to visit the human world and get to see MC!"

Lucifer sighed once more, as he would usually do when they were around.

"Yes!" The other five shouted.

"And there will be food!"

"Wait, wait... hold on, you're not actually thinking on kissing MC? Are ya? Cus I'm not gonna allow it, no way under my watch".

"You're so predictable as always, loool". Leviathen mocked.

"Im not! I mean if someone had to do it, then it'd have to be the great Mammon, for I was her first ".

"Can you please stop talking about being the first as suggesting intercourse and clarify it's all about a pact and you were the first just because you're the most stupid of us?" Satan rolled his eyes.

"Hey whadayamean by that? Show some respect to your older brother, besides..."

"Stop all of you" the eldest nagged at them. "This is no time to avoid your responsibilities, and certainly it's no time for interrupting MC's daily occupations, furthermore..."

The buzz of a phone interrupted his course of thought, his sharp gaze led him to Mammon, and his body, as it was an automatic response, he took the phone from his grasp despite his complaints, however, he was surprised to see, it had not solved the issue and all his brothers had stopped paying attention to him, as their attention had been drawn by the device in their hands.

Another buzz coming from his pocket finally made him look at the screen of his phone:

>>> It's crazy, I remember that back in primary school my science book said this year there would be a solar eclipse, and I was like "I'll be more than 20!, That's a long time from here". And the time is here, guys. I'm so excited.

The message had started a discussion with replies from his six brothers, that didn't lack enthusiasm.

>>> I know you cannot be here, yet, I got something for you.

Lucifer pulled up the attached picture and he smiled as in her hand, there were seven pairs of funny glasses that were probably made of cardboard, and each one was in a different colour. His smile grew wider as he saw every pair had a handwritten word in it: their names.

>>> It's some kind of silly souvenir. I'll give them to you once we get to see each other again. I wish you were here.

A feeling of dread and nostalgia struck the eldest and a sigh escaped his lips again, although immediately afterwards he felt a persistent gaze on him.

"Lucifer", his brothers harmonised, and he stopped himself from rolling his eyes at them, just because he knew he could use his pleads to get a double benefit.

"Only if you guarantee that you'll improve your grades".

The six of them nodded in agreement, a tiny accomplice smile bloomed in their faces. That was the first benefit he acknowledged their little trip would bring as consequence.

Only a few seconds after the door had been knocked at, it opened. A shocked expression followed by the brightest of smiles they had ever known welcomed them; a warm embrace was the cherry on top. That was definitely the second benefit he had foreseen.

An unexpected third arose when they were reunited in the local park, all of them surrounding a bench under a tree; the blue sky suddenly was losing brightness, it was as it was getting cloudy, but no clouds were around, it felt different, it was an odd kind of darkness. The birds started flying towards their homes, and they went quiet, the sunlight was soon hidden by the moon. The pretty spring day had turned into night for a moment. Lucifer looked at his brothers, impressed by the phenomena, he also stared at his human and her excited smile.

It was a brief spectacle, but it felt magical; a shiver ran down his spine as the solar ring was drowned in darkness, it sort of reminded him to when he had fallen out of grace but in a better sense, despite being so old, he had never lived such a show of the immensity of nature... everyone, including his six demon brothers, was admiring in awe at the sun being swallowed by the moon, while wearing their black glasses, while a person with a speaker explained the science behind it.

When the sun shone again over their heads, the girl opened up their arms to hug them, a hug which all of them returned.

For some reason they were grateful to be alive in that precise point of time where all they had got to know each other, to spend time with one another, they were all glad to witness the event of the century together.

#just baked #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fanfic #obey me fic #obey me fluff #eclipse #drabble #lmp:obeyme #lmp:obeymeff #fanfiction #fluff #lmp:ff

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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this is my first time doing an ask kfjhg but i love your fics and h/cs so much!! they're so cute and well written and make me smile :)) anyway, i think it would be cool to see a pov from baxter for the swap au? maybe during/after the almost-kiss scene or the confession scene would be so adorablee!! only an idea, though! ^^

Here is Baxter's confession for reference! And here it is from his point of view :)

Baxter had a good life.

He'd landed his dream job straight out of college, mixing his knack for leadership and practical knowledge of formal events (not to mention his love of romance) to be a wedding planner. He had a beautiful home. He had friends and family -- found family, anyway, with your parents and sister that had essentially counted him as a fourth family member for most of his life.

Still, he wanted more. He wanted you.

He had for years. You were his first crush, his only crush, and that crush had steadily over time developed into something much, much deeper. He couldn't see himself with anyone else but you, and he'd never even wanted to try.

There had been a handful of moments that had made Baxter think you might feel the same way. There was that phase during adolescence when his usual affections, all the hugs and hand-holding and linked arms, had stopped being accepted so easily and started bringing out blushes that made his little heart swell with pride. And prom night was something he thought of a bit more frequently than your average 23-year-old -- it was a night full of dancing and stolen looks that finished off with him holding you close against him, hand cupping your cheek and going in for a kiss that was stopped prematurely when your mom had interrupted.

"I believe it is time for a confession, no?" Xavier had told him over drinks one evening. "Time to put it out in the open instead of wasting time on baseless fears that your feelings won't shared."

Baseless as they may be, Baxter was still scared -- terrified even -- of telling you how he felt. What if he'd been reading the signals wrong? What if your lingering hugs were just habit, the goosebumps he felt when he slipped your bare arm through his because of something other than just being close to him?

If he lost you ...

Xavier wasn't the first person who called him out on this, far from it. Even when you were 13, Cove had bluntly asked him why he wasn't dating you, it was obvious to him, he'd said, that you both liked each other.

After you started hanging out with Miranda in high school, then when Terry started coming around too, they'd teased the both of you about it. Even now, when the four of you went out whenever you found your way back in the area, Terry cackled when he called your hangouts "double dates."

Almost as far back as he could remember, Liz had teased him, asking him when he'd become an official member of the family. It seemed like everyone who knew you both were just waiting on you to finally get together, but even despite all that encouragement, it was something he felt like he just couldn't risk.

Then, the night of your mothers' anniversary party, something changed.

He couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. Maybe it was having you right next to him again after a good few years of only seeing each other every few months. Maybe it was the night before, when you stayed with him at his apartment and let him cook dinner for you, a preview of the domestic bliss he longed for with you. Or maybe he'd just had enough of being scared.

After a lovely party full of family, friends and dancing, Baxter quickly came up with a plan of action

"I have a proposition," he told you. "Do you think after we leave here, you might indulge me just a little?"

"In what way?" you asked.

"It's a surprise," was all he'd give away.

You agreed, and when the party was over, he walked you to his car and drove you back home to Sunset Bird.

Ever since he was very small, even before he moved within walking distance of a beach, he'd been terrified of the ocean. It was so big and so dark, and growing up in his home, he already had the feeling that the world would someday, one way or another, swallow him up and destroy him. He wasn't going to throw himself right into the abyss of the sea with that weighing over his head.

So, Baxter thought on the drive, if he could get over that, if he could hold your hand and wade into that frightening water, then maybe he could do the same thing metaphorically.

He parked outside your parents' house, and you hadn't figured it out. Even when he walked you to the shore and started removing his clothes, you still didn't quite get it. But that was all right -- he'd been waiting over a decade for this moment, it could stretch out a bit.

"I want to go swimming," he told you after he'd stripped down to his underwear. "With you. Out there. That's the surprise."

He saw your eyes widen, and he smiled. When you started taking your clothes off too, his smile remained in place, though it was a bit darker this time. He'd seen you in your swimsuit countless times over the years, but being out here like this, in your underwear in the dim moonlight, it was different.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, he walked down to the water. He'd gone up to his knees plenty of times, but now he kept going. He did need to take your hand to steady his nerves, but he was too close to stop now.

Once the water got up to his chest, he let out a laugh, in disbelief that he managed to get this far. You encouraged him, just like you always did, but he had more to prove, so he let go of you and started swimming in earnest.

After a moment, he realized it: he was fine. He was facing his fear, and he was surviving. It was the most freeing feeling in the world, and he smiled so wide his cheeks ached, splashing around out there around you. He felt invincible.

Holding onto the feeling, he made his way closer to the shore so he could stand solidly again. When you were close enough, he moved his hands through the water, found your hips and grabbed on, pulling you close. Before he could think about it too much, he brought his lips to meet yours.

There was a moment of hesitation, or maybe surprise, but soon you wrapped yourself around him and kissed him back. He smiled against you, not breaking the kiss, and tried to press you even closer to him. When he needed a breath, he'd pull back just enough to move his kisses to your cheek, your neck, your shoulders that glistened under the moon ...

It was heaven.

When he needed a real break, he couldn't bring himself to let you go, instead choosing to rest his forehead against yours. His smile was still firmly in place.

"What was that for?" you asked quietly.

"For being you," he said easily. "For being my favorite person. For being patient with me even though I should have done that years ago."

He melted when you started playing with his hair, and he saw that you weren't pulling away either. You were there, not wanting to let go of him either. You wanted him the same way he wanted you. If he'd ever felt this blissful, he certainly couldn't remember it.

"Baxter?" you said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?"

"Ask me the question again."

He did pull back at that to examine your expression. "The question" was one you both knew all too well, it was one he'd asked over and over since he'd moved to Prism Vista City. He wanted you to live with him, always telling you that he'd gotten a place with a guest room specifically for you. But the way you posed that question now gave him pause. Despite how well the evening was going, he couldn't help but think that surely there was a limit to this kind of exquisite happiness.

But he was never one to turn you down, so he asked.

"Will you move in with me?"

He watched you grin at him, and then you took your turn to make the first move. You were kissing again, slower this time, more deliberate. There was almost a lifetime of wanting that he was trying to express, and with the way you held him, it seemed like you'd been wanting him for quite a while too.

"That's a yes," you told him when you pulled away. "Just in case it wasn't obvious."

Instead of beginning to discuss the move, the logistics, the timeline, any of that, even instead of going back to kissing you, he took a moment to take one more leap.

"I am so deeply, desperately in love with you," he said. "Is that all right?"

"That's perfect," you told him.

And you were right. It was.

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba #baxter ward #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #our life swap au #i have a new computer and the keyboard is stressing me out so if there are typos i'm sorry i did my best

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sheeple · 11 months

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Miracles don't exist | 11: Home not so sweet home

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Moldy Voldy [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The sun is shining brightly with not a cloud in the sky. A soft breeze sways the leaves on the trees which tower over the manor. And despite that sunny and happy weather outside, you feel dreaded entering the house.

The pointed roofs and gothic architecture never looked so menacing as now. The perfectly manicured lawn looks like it has thorns and skulls as flowers while the white peacock in the distance looks like an omen of death.

Both you and your cousin stand at the end of the long driveway, your luggage floating towards the front door. Aunt Cissy motions for the two of you to hurry up.

Glancing at each other, Draco gives your wrist a reassuring squeeze before marching up the gravel path. You linger for a while longer until you can't.

It's quiet when you enter the manor. More than usual. All sounds, even those from outside, seem to have disappeared. No creaking of the house, ticking of clocks, nothing.

Your aunt turns to you, a sorrowful look on her face. "The Dark Lord is expecting you in the library."

You want to shake your head. Scream, cry, yell that you don't want to see him. You're scared. So fucking scared to meet him. But, you don't have a choice.

With a meek nod, you turn on your heels and make your way towards the library. You ignore Draco's shaken look as his mother hugs him and leads him to the other side of the house.

The floorboards under your feet creak as you stand in front of the double doors of the library. You raise your fist but before your knuckles make contact with the wood, the doors swing open.

He stands in front of the large windows that oversee a part of the gardens, his back turned to the door and his hands are clasped behind his back. He is almost as pale as a sheet, blue veins running over his bald head.

When he turns around, you have to bite back the gasp of horror you want to let out. His face can only be described as snake-like. Two slits are where a nose should be and icy blue eyes set in a too-pale face.

He is nothing as you imagined. You once or twice have searched up the name Riddle in the school records to look at the picture of all the prefects. At that time, Tom Marvolo Riddle was a handsome seventh-year boy. Dark hair, high cheekbones, and a proud look on his face.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is obviously gone and in his place is Lord Voldemort.

You don't know whether to bow or nod, so you look at the ground once he catches you study him.

"My Heir." His voice is breathy, almost whisper-like. He opens his arms, "come here."

Your feet move with a mind of their own. You scale the size of the room and stop in front of the imposing figure. He wraps his arms lofty around you. A chill spreads through your body as a cold hand presses against your back.

Taking a step back, you try to even your breathing. "My Lord." The title comes out in a whisper. You're utterly terrified of what this man will do, will say.

He tsks disapprovingly. "When we are in company of each other, you may call me Father, my Heir."

"Yes... Father."

Voldemort nods approvingly. He studies you once again, his icy eyes trailing every inch of your face and hair. "I've been told you are sorted into Slytherin. Naturally."

You nod. "Yes, Father." You don't know what else to say. But it seems like he is expecting more. "My studies are going well. I am staying out of trouble and keep with our own kind."

It's the safe answer, one you know satisfies him. And it does. He dismisses you with a wave of his hand and you don't know how quickly you have to get out of the library.

When you enter your bedroom, Draco is already sitting on your bed, an anxious look on his face. "Is it really him?", he asks in a whisper and you nod.

You go sit down next to your cousin. The two of you sit in silence for a while, until Draco opens his mouth. "How is he?"

"Terrifying", you admit. "You feel his power when you are in the room with him."

"Mother says he can read minds."

You look at him with wide eyes. That can't be true... right? It means that even our thoughts aren't safe.

"Well... Then we have to watch out for what we think."

Draco nods and you sit in silence once again. You lean over and lay your head on his shoulder. Draco has never been a big fan of being touched — it may come from being barely touched as a child by his parents — but for you, he makes an exception.

"Everything is going to change from now on, isn't it?"

He hums sadly. "I'm afraid so."

You spend the rest of the day cooped up in your room, unpacking your school trunk and dusting your room. Even though Aunt Cissy makes the house elves clean your room regularly, it's always nice to do a once-over.

Around dinner time is a knock on your door and you're being called to dinner. Nervously, you make your way towards the formal dining room. It's tradition to eat there when you and Draco have returned from your year at Hogwarts.

Entering the room, you see your aunt and uncle — both looking rather unwell — and your cousin sitting at one end of the table and Voldemort sitting at the head on the other side.

"My Lord", you greet your father with a polite nod. Unsure of where to sit, you move to sit next to Draco. But the chair next to Voldemort gets pushed back by magic and you get the hint.

With uncertain steps, you go and sit to him. Draco and you make eye contact but remain silent.

The majority of dinner is spent in silence. You do not dare to speak out loud and it seems like the Dark Lord likes the tense silence his presence brings. It's only when the desert is brought that he speaks.

"It seems you are very popular at school, my Heir. Not a full day at home and you already received a letter." Voldemort holds up a wax-sealed envelope.

He watches how you take it and break the seal. Unfolding the envelope, you start to read. It's a rather short letter really.

Do you want to hang out sometime? It's what friends do, you know. We could meet up in two weeks. That's just enough time to miss me.

— Theo

You close your eyes. Stupid stupid boy Theodore Nott. You've hoped to keep him safe from your father a while longer, at least until the end of the summer break or Christmas or whatever. But as Voldemort snatches the letter out of your hands and reads it over, one of his non-existent eyebrows arches up.

"Theo? Who is this Theo?"

You look down at the pie in front of you. "Theodore Nott, my Lord. We've ehrm... We've-" You look for help from your aunt, but her gaze is trained on the table. "We've been introduced last summer and started hanging out this year."

Voldemort looks over at your uncle. "Is this true, Lucius?" The name of your uncle is almost a hiss.

Uncle Lucius gulps before shakily raising his gaze. "Ye-yes, my Lord. We thought the you-young Nott boy would be an excellent match... f-for your daughter... my Lord."

Voldemort hums, dropping the letter next to your plate. "Very well." And nothing more is said about Theodore or the rest of the dinner.

Once you are excused, you rush towards your bedroom to write Theo back. But when you swing open your door, you almost shriek.

A three-metre snake lays on your bed, eyes trained on you. You've heard whisper all day long, but you just chalked it up to Voldemort residing in the manor.

Carefully stepping into the room, you know exactly who this is. Clearing your throat, you open your mouth. "Hello, Nagini", you say in the strange whispers and hisses of Parsletongue.

"Hello, my Heir", the snake hisses softly, sliding off your bed. She slithers out of your room. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of her smooth scales gliding against your ankle.

Sitting down at your desk, you pull out a piece of paper and start to write to Theo.

Sure, we can do that. Do you have something in mind or do you just want to walk around and see what happens? I'm down for whatever.

I suggest we meet up on Tuesday in two weeks. If that's alright with you.

— (Y/n)

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i0134 · 1 year

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𖥻 zb1﹎my love playlist 🪡 ˒𓆩⠀⠀⠀

tw! ; angst, fluff, a bit suggestive, lowercase intended.

jiwoong— try again (by jaehyun x d.ear) ˒ ꙳

despite you and your lover both being from two different worlds, you two still try to stay together forever. all those little arguments and making up only makes your long distanced relationship stronger, pulling each other closer, growing up more mature as you two learn and love everything together. step by step, little by little.

❛ I'm always on your side, we'll be alright ˳ ⋆

zhanghao— old love (by yuji x putri dahlia) ˒ ꙳

dating hao was the most beautiful thing that has ever been done by you. he was the epitome of lovely. just like him, dates planned by him were the best too. that summer night where he stole your first kiss under the full moon or when he ditched the prom with you just so he could slow dance with you at a secret place in the school's backyard, constantly showering you with kisses and muttering how pretty you look in that dress. he surely made you feel all sorts of love.

❛ come on and hold me, I want you right here ˳ ⋆

hanbin— only (by lee hi) ˒ ꙳

he was your dream love and you were his. shy sneaky glances, lingering touches, countless daydreams, sleepless nights thinking about one another and all heart eyes. but none of you were confident or sure enough to confess until you initiate your proposal first and things become so much dreamy and lovely as both of you dwell in eachothers warmth ever after.

❛ my only one, everytime i see you, i want to have you ˳ ⋆

matthew— 10 months (by enhypen) ˒ ꙳

your childhood friend that's a mix resemblance of a cute puppy and the bright smiley sun has been confessing to you ever since you two learned to talk properly. being the mature yet younger one you couldn’t help but giggle at his desperate attempts and defending pouts. but as you two grow up your feelings become more and more prominent and so does his attempts of proving himself that he's your dream man now and your left with no choice but to accept his cute love.

❛ starting tomorrow I'll protect you, all day all night ˳ ⋆

taerae— double take (by dhruv) ˒ ꙳

sleepless nights he spends writing verses of love songs dedicated to you, his friendly classmate. his crush on you is so obvious yet shocking to everone. you’re his muse, his little happy love and he's planning to make his move this prom night with the specially readied song before anyone elss claims you.

❛ tell me, do you feel the love? ˳ ⋆

ricky— beside you (by keshi) ˒ ꙳

no matter how hard you try to deny it, it seems like you’ve taken a bit more interest in that crazy rich heartthrob who's trying to court you, constantly seeking for your attention and perhaps some love. (ps. your ex crush long that you were planning to confess long forgotten) he declares that It's love at first sight and tries to prove he is the best one for you. your the best thing that happened to him and lover boy is absolutely whipped for you. he's never felt such devoted love hehe. so will you be able to ignore him and your blooming feelings? spoiler : you wont ;)

❛ you say this ain't love, but it's the same love ˳ ⋆

gyuvin— every summertime (by niki) ˒ ꙳

you never knew your usual normal summer would be romanticised by a certain goofball and become this exciting and lovely. that summer left a strong warmth in your heart as you fell for him harder than ever and you knew that was it, that this boy named kim gyuvin wss the only one you’ll ever need in not only summer but the whole year, wishing to grow up in eachothers loving embrace.

❛ every year we get older, but I'm still on your side ˳ ⋆

gunwook— love story (by taylor swift) ˒ ꙳

that evening was a truly magical one. you on the balcony watching the sun go down the horizon as your new neighbour's son's figure across the street underneath attracts your attention, meeting eye to eye and suddenly your stomach feels all funny as your pulse rises. that was the start of your little romeo-juliet story but with a happily ever after. sneaking out at the middle of the night with him, skipping classes for quick picnics and doing all sorts of funsies you swore you’ll never do.

❛ It's a love story, baby, just say "yes!" ˳ ⋆

yujin— softcore (by the neighbourhood) ˒ ꙳

being in a secret relationship with an idol wasn’t so easy as you were stuck in the four confines of your room, occupied with studies and yujin on his run around the world doing various promotions and practices to secure his position as a qualified idol. but even in amidst of all you two survive on eachother, comforting and strengthing one another, keeping eachother alive from this hell of a life and healing the wounded souls of one another beacause everything's okay on nights where he sneaks into your room and you take a break for him.

❛ i might need you or I'll break ˳ ⋆

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lucy90712 · 11 months

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Could you write something with Pedri? 🥺 Pedri and the reader had a relationship in the past, but counts on Pedri's mistakes they ended up separating. One night they meet in a nightclub and Pedri is jealous of her with another. So he tries reconcillation

WC: 2.0k

Pedri's POV

Breakups are never fun and most of the time they hurt but usually after a while you move on and find someone new or at least normal people do. However nearly two years on and I still haven't got over y/n. The worst part about it all is that I broke up with her so my pain is all my own fault. The two of us began dating not long after I moved to Barcelona and for a few months things were great we did everything together and I was truly falling for her. At some point things changed and we started fighting a lot about stupid things really but the fights were so constant that after a while it was clear neither of us were happy so I ended things. We were both so young that staying in an unhappy relationship didn't seem worth it but now I wish we just worked through things and grew together.

Right after the break up I missed her a lot as she was always by my side supporting me and although over the last two years this has faded sometimes I still wish she was by my side during the big moments. Going to the World Cup all I could think about was how I wished she was there to experience it all with me as we had talked about me one day hopefully making it to a World Cup while we were together. So many little things still hurt me more than I ever thought they would even all this time later. My biggest regret up to this point is definitely letting her go as she was my world and now without her I don't feel whole.

Occasionally I still look at her Instagram as we still follow each other but with the amount of people I follow it's hard to see her pictures on my feed. Over the years she has had a few different boyfriends while I haven't been with anyone else since as no one could ever compare to her. Seeing her with other guys isn't what hurts the most though it's seeing her so happy without me that kills me every time I look at her Instagram. She always seems to be having fun with her friends and smiling, genuinely smiling too which is something I took for granted during our time together. It's torture watching her enjoy her life without me but I can't stop myself as I have to know how she is and what's she's doing even though she isn't mine anymore.

My friends are always trying to set me up with other girls which has never worked out but they keep pushing and I already know that tonight will end up the same. Like always we will go out and they will find a girl who they think would be good for me and inevitably I won’t like her and we will go round in circles. Despite that I'm still going to go with them as we are supposed to be celebrating the end of the season and I don't want to miss out on that.

On the way to the club I picked up Gavi and as we arrived a few of the other guys arrived at the same time so we all walked in together and met with everyone else who was going. We all sat down and tried to talk for a while and I actually started to enjoy myself as I was just left alone and not forced to talk to anyone even though there was a lot of pretty girls in the club. At some point a few of the guys disappeared to go get drinks or go and talk with a group of girls but I stayed put and enjoyed my own evening celebrating with the guys that already have girlfriends. For once I was actually enjoying a night out as my mind wasn't always thinking about y/n and the stupid mistakes I made which led to me losing the girl of my dreams forever.

My nice enjoyable night out didn't last much longer as it was ruined by Gavi coming back over laughing and getting me to look at some of the guys who were attempting to flirt with a group of girls. He clearly wasn't interested in any of them but Ansu, Balde, Ferran and Eric clearly were as even from a distance it was obvious they were trying to get these girls attention. I must admit it was funny to see them so desperate for these girl's attention even though on a normal day a few girls will willingly give them their numbers. It quickly turned to not being so funny anymore when I caught a glimpse of the girl Alejandro was flirting with. Straight away she looked familiar and then I saw that smile, a smile I could identify from a mile away. He was flirting with y/n and of course he didn't know that as I try not to bring her up too much as it hurts to talk about my mistakes but it hurts even more seeing someone else flirt with her right in front of my eyes especially one of my teammates.

"Are you ok man?" Gavi asked

"Umm yeah I'm good" I lied

"Ok I know that's not true somethings bothering you just tell me what's up" he said

"Ale's flirting with y/n" I stated simply

"Who's that?" He asked

"She's the girl I've mentioned that I dated when I was younger we broke up but I've regretted it ever since, she's the reason you guys can never get me to go on a date with another girl" I explained

"Oh if I'd have known I would've stopped him flirting with her" he said

"It's ok it was a few years ago I should really move on" I said

"No if you still love her you should try and talk to her you never know she could still have feelings for you come on you are getting your girl back" he demanded

Your POV

Usually on girls nights I will let loose a bit more and forget about everything going in in my life but tonight that's been harder than it usually is. For the last few days all I've seen is my ex boyfriends face plastered everywhere because his team just won la liga. For some this might be a bit annoying but they would get over it for me it's just painful. We didn't have the best end to our relationship as we just kind of gave up on each other after we went through a rough patch with fighting all the time and that's when Pedri ended things. To this day I still wish we had just been less stubborn and actually talked to each other so we could work through our issues but it's too late now. Seeing Pedri's face everywhere living his best life is what's been difficult this last week as my life has been tough. I just started a new and very stressful job and recently lost a family member and all I want to do is share my worries with Pedri like I always did when we were together.

In an attempt to cheer myself up I've found myself letting this guy flirt with me and maybe flirting back a little. I mean I've had a few boyfriends since Pedri and I broke up but none of those relationships lasted very long as the guys either cheated on me or I got over them pretty quickly. This guy however seemed pretty nice he looked a little familiar but with the lighting in the club coupled with having drunk a bit I couldn't work out where I knew him from. As he was nice enough I didn't worry about where I knew him from as let's be honest after tonight I'm not going to see him again so why not have a bit of fun. The guy quickly told me his name was Alejandro and asked if he could buy me a drink which I couldn't say no to so we went to the bar together to get some drinks and kept chatting. I must say Alejandro was very charming but I'm not stupid I know what he really wants but for tonight I'm willing to play along as it's a bit of fun and I need more of that in my life.

I was enjoying myself as Alejandro put a hand on my waist and pulled me a bit closer until it gave me a view over his shoulder. Straight away I locked eyes with Pedri who was coming towards me from across the room and I just panicked. I pulled away from Alejandro instantly and tried to get away not wanting to face reality but a hand grabbed mine to stop me getting too far. I didn't even need to look to know that it was Pedri's hand in mine as our hands fit together so perfectly just like they used to when we were together. As he pulled me back towards him I could smell his cologne which brought me right back to the date nights we used to have together when we would get dressed up even if it was just to go to McDonald's as we didn't have a care in the world. He continued to pull me away from the crowd as we headed towards the door and out the back of the club where there was no one else was around.

"As much as it's nice to see you again I have to know why do we have to talk out here?" I questioned lightheartedly

"Because I want to have a proper conversation" he said

"So um how have you been?" He asked

"I won't lie I could be better life's tough at the moment but I'm getting through it what about you you must be thrilled to have won the league" I said

"Yeah it was cool but I'm going to be completely honest I kind of wish you were there to celebrate it with me" he admitted

For a few seconds I couldn't believe what he just said. He missed me too. This whole time if we'd have just talked to each other the endless pain could've been prevented. My head was spinning with so many thoughts but I knew I needed to say something before Pedri got worried.

"Do you miss me" was all I managed to say

"Yeah I do I miss you constantly I always wish that we never broke up you were the one for me and I ruined it" he said

"I miss you too nothing has been the same without you" I admitted

"I don't want to take things too quickly and ruin them again but would you like to give things another go this time we will communicate better and work through any problems I just can't go on in life without you" Pedri said

"I'd love to try this again with a clean slate" I said

Both of us were beaming as we walked back into the club hand in hand. We both said goodbye to our friends before heading out of the club so that Pedri could drive me home. Neither of us needed to be out any more as we already got more than we could have ever wished for when leaving the house this evening. When we arrived back at my place together instinctively our lips found each other and we shared our first kiss in nearly two years but it was just as magical as our first if not even better as we are no longer awkward teenagers. As we want to take things slowly and do them right this time we didn't go any further but as he left Pedri promised me a second first date which only made me more excited for what's to come from our reunion.

#pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri imagine #pedri

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UNFAIR PT. 2

GENRE: angst, fluff

A/N: I know it's been a long time, and I apologize. I have been in a very intense creative block, but I hope you like it, this is the second and last part of this story, I'LL LEAVE THE FIRST PART HERE to refresh your memory!

days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a fucking month. Your heart was so heavy, after a year of talking to Jack every day you could now count on one hand the number of times you'd talked in the past few weeks, and it was always short conversations that ended with "I'm not ready to talk yet."

Obviously, you didn't talk to Urban either, from time to time you saw his stories and you felt that you weren't so alone in your heartbreak, but then you remembered that you were the reason for his misery, and you felt even worse.

For a while you thought about going out to partys and posting everything you were enjoying as if it were real, but that was not your essence. You felt bad, you felt more than bad, you felt like your heart had been ripped into a thousand pieces, and while you weren't going to share it with the world, you weren't going to pretend otherwise either. your socials had been empty for a month, and although you evidently didn’t know it, Jack was losing his mind without even a shred of your day to day, so that’s why he was right now in his car looking at your house from the distance.

His heart jumped when he saw your figure walk out the front door, you were wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, your hair was taken carelessly, and your face didn't have that usual glow, but despite that, you smiled, the reason for your smile was your puppy. jack had been the one who had given it to you months before, and you thought that there was no better name than "snoopy", since its black and white colors reminded you of the cartoon.

snoopy was playing with you in your front yard when suddenly his attention was diverted to something behind you and he ran off desperately. your heart skipped a beat at the possibility that some car was passing and hit him, but quickly a tall figure with curls took him in his arms. It didn't take a second for your pup to start licking his face excitedly, making him laugh. You didn't even realize when you started to smile at the scene… shit, how you'd missed him. quickly your smile faded and tears began to fall down your cheeks, your heart felt heavy and you just wanted to hide. you loved him so much that it hurt, it hurt to see his smile after a month of just seeing photos on a screen, it hurt to see how beautiful he was and how good he was while you felt like a complete mess.

you didn't even care about snoopy in that moment, you knew he was safe and would be fine, you just ran to your door and went inside your house for shelter. in your desperation you couldn’t hear the footsteps that immediately followed you, and in a few seconds his arms surrounded your sobbing body lying on the chair.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" his soft voice said as a chill ran through your body.

"stop" you replied weakly after a few moments, pulling away from his body, but turning to look at him. despite the pain and the tears on your cheeks, you had to face it, "I know that our relationship is not strictly over, and that you needed time to think, but you can't pretend that the last time we saw each other you let me go sad and angry"

"That's exactly what I'm not trying to do, y/n. I came to apologize, to talk things over, as it should be, face to face and not through useless texts. I wasn't ready to talk to you because I didn't want to do it through a screen, I didn't want to apologize to you through a phone. I know I didn't handle things well and I'm here to try to fix them before it's too late, because that would kill me. you and urban are some of the most important people to me, and you can't imagine how miserable I've been away from you, I just... I just hope that urban can forget his feelings for you and we can all be okay again. that's all i want, i never wanted anyone to get hurt.”

"I know, Jack. Me neither." you took a deep breath, "and I can imagine how difficult and strange this situation has been for you, but…"

"but that doesn't justify my behavior, I know and I admit it, and I'll apologize a thousand times if necessary, I just need to know that our relationship hasn't died forever"

"jack" you sighed, "as much as I wanted, that could never happen. You know that I’m yours forever”

you watched as a tear fell down Jack's cheek, "I can only think about how lucky I am to have you, and how I wish my best friend could experience this with someone who reciprocates. I've thought so much about him…trying to think about what he must be feeling, and... I just want him to be happy, he's my brother"

"I know, Jack" you said, taking his face in your hands, "and he's a great guy, you'll see that soon there will be a girl who loves him for who he is, it's not very difficult to fall in love with urban wyatt, it's just that he has I've been in his own world all this time"

"yes, yes, it's not difficult... but it has to be impossible for you, you're mine"

"Jack!"

"what? I'm making a joke about it, isn't that a good thing?" he told you smiling, and his smile spread to your face.

"very good"

***

Jack contacted Urban that same day, bringing back the two people most important to him in less than 24 hours, making all the anguish he had felt in the last month go away. But 6 months had already passed, and although you had discussed it with Jack a couple of times, you still hadn't decided if it was a good time for you to share space with him again.

Until, one day, Jack received a message from Urban that left him completely confused.

"what's happening?" you asked, seeing how he was staring at the screen of his phone.

"urban...says he...has a surprise for both of us?"

at that moment you didn't know who was more confused of the two, but jack replied that you could meet him at that very moment. Urban responded with an address, and you and Jack got in his car.

once there, you realized that it was a restaurant, although nothing very elegant, just a simple place to hang out. Urban was sitting alone at a table for four.

jack and urban greeted each other as usual, but when his friend's eyes landed on you, you didn't know what to do. urban just gave you a warm smile and walked over to give you a little hug. that simple gesture made you feel like you could breathe in peace again.

The three of you sat down and started talking, there wasn't any tension or awkwardness in the atmosphere, which made you feel grateful that the bad time you all had was finally coming to an end, and all of that was reinforced when Jack asked " and what was the surprise?”, and as if by magic, a lovely girl walked through the front door, quickly meeting urban with her eyes and apologizing for the delay.

The eyes of your boyfriend's best friend shone like the sun at the mere sight of that girl, much, much more than when his heart was trapped by you, and the best thing is that this time, that shine was reciprocated.

"guys, this is sophie"

the girl smiled at you, and greeted you enthusiastically. although before sitting down with you, she excused herself to go to the toilet.

Jack looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow, but a playful expression on his face, and Urban began to speak rapidly.

"This wasn't planned, not at all. Sophie isn't someone I'm using to make me forget about how I felt before," he explained, not wanting to refer explicitly to his feelings for you, "I think...I don't know, life is giving me something that I really wanted to experience for a long time, which is... to love someone and them loving me back in the same way. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy, and now that I think about it, I wouldn’t have met sophie if this bad moment hadn't happened between us, so I think that was the twisted way in which fate led me to what I wanted"

"fate, huh?" taunted jack

"Jack!" you said, giving him a reproachful look

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding" he said with his hands up, "I'm very happy for you man, I really am" he said this time, sincerely.

"Me too" you said, placing your hand over his for a brief moment.

"I know I never told you, but you guys are my example of true love, I think that if I get to have half of what you have, I'll be more than happy”

your eyes quickly filled with tears at his words.

"aw, baby" jack told you, hugging you, and urban just smiled, as the girl who had stolen his heart came up from behind and kissed the top of his head before sitting down with you.

#jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fluff

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voidvannie · 11 days

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇

｡｡｡｡ 🕊️🤍 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ｡｡｡｡ isabelle and jamie hard launch their relationship.

ੈ✩ ━ ❪ feel free to send an any request of things you want to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts about what your read! i would love that! ❫

May 24, 2020

@/belle.hughes

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belle.hughes swipe for a surprise!💞

happy 2 years, jamie! thank you for two wonderful, bliss filled years of just you and me. thank you for being my partner in crime for every adventure that we’ve been on together so far. but most important, thank you for loving me despite the many challenges and obstacles that have gotten in the way. i love you, forever and always, jamie!🤍😘

ps. special thank you to z for introducing us to each other and being an amazing third wheel when needed. forever grateful for you! love you, z!

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username holy shit! i called that the the 2 of them were together!

username she just put out a new yt video where she tells her brothers, and I love their reactions!

jackhughes happy 2 years, sissy and jamie! love you both!

⤷ belle.hughes we love you, jack!

username HOW DID THEY KEEP THIS A SECRET?!😲

lhughes_06 happy birthday, sissy! super sad we're not in the same state to celebrate as usual! and happy 2 years!

⤷ belle.hughes thank you, moosey!

_quinnhughes happy 2 years, belle and jamie! and happy birthday, b! i love you to the moon and back!🌛🩶

⤷ belle.hughes thank you, bubba! love you to the moon and back!🌛🩶

trevorzegras happy birthday, izzie! ps. i call maid of honor at the wedding!

⤷ _quinnhughes dude, that isn't how that works ⤷ trevorzegras that's how it's going to work. ⤷ belle.hughes @/_quinnhughes i made a pinky promise with him

elblue6 happy birthday, baby girl! your dad and i love you so much!

⤷ belle.hughes thank you, mama!

May 24, 2020

@/jamie.drysdale

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jamie.drysdale to my pretty girl, the love of my life, my angel, my sunshine, thank you for two years of laughter, love, pure bliss and your continuous support. thank you for all of the adventures, the secret getaways, the late-night talks and the morning cuddles, for being my number one cheerleader at games and for loving me no matter the distance that our jobs put between us.

also, happy birthday, pretty girl. can't wait to spend another 365 days around the sun loving you! forever & always, baby! i love you, belle!🤍

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trevorzegras at least someone gave me the credit for this new ship!🙄🖕

⤷jamie.drsydale i’ll thank you when we hit a year @/trevorzegras

username treat our girl right, jamie

⤷jamie.drysdale always

eblue6 happy anniversary! thank you for keeping a smile on our gorgeous girls face, jamie! you’ll forever be my favorite boyfriend!

⤷ jamie.drysdale thank you for giving me such a wonderful person to make smile

belle.hughes jamie, stopp!😫 happy two years, handsome. wouldn’t want to be doing life with anyone other than with you! forever & always, jamie!🤍

#🏹isabellehughes #hughes!reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #hughes!sister #jamie drysdale x hughes!sister #trevor zegras x platonic reader #jack hughes sister #new jersey devils #jamie drysdale x isabelle hughes #quinn hughes sister #luke hughes sister

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This unstable spring weather is reminding me of when I was a teenager, I had a massive, irrational phobia of tornadoes, despite growing up in an area with little to no chance of them. It was so bad that my mom took me to a psychologist because I'd do irrational things like hide in the bathtub instead of going to school if there was any chance of severe weather. It didn't help. Every time the sky got dark, I'd get that weird, frantic, achy-itchy feeling.

And then, one day, I'm sixteen, working my first job at a coffee shop and I get a panicked call from my boss. I look out the window and almost comically, like it showed up just for me, to make some point, there's this beautiful white tornado dancing right towards us. I remember thinking it looked like the skinny part of an hour glass. It's true what they say about them appearing to hold still when they're heading for you, so I got a very good look at it. The trees were bending flat to the ground and the double doors of the shop were getting sucked open. Me and the other teenaged employee crowded the kids (we were also an ice cream shop, there was a birthday going on) into the center room, and we sang "happy birthday" over and over again to drown out the sound of it hitting the building. We were okay, but it took off several adjacent roofs and smashed up cars in the parking lot.

This was a weird way to start loving tornadoes. (cut for weather geekery)

They are like dreams - for all the data, we know relatively little about why they happen. We can see their ingredients: moisture, atmospheric instability, wind sheer, but sometimes all those pieces are in place and a tornado won't form. In fact, most often, it doesn't. They're still rare. The language we use to talk about them endlessly fascinates me: they are born out of thunderstorms called super cells, which have a 'lifecycle.' One thunderstorm can birth a single tornado, or many that live and die along the greater lifespan of the thunderstorm. The way they multiply is fascinating, one tornado can be circled by wispy, smaller, satellite tornadoes, or more rarely, two full-sized tornadoes side by side, a pair of twins. A group of tornados is a "family."

They come in all shapes and sizes. Mine was a skinny rope funnel, and a relatively weak example - F1 on the scale. The 1925 Tri-State tornado, F5, the strongest on the scale, was the longest recorded tornado in history with a 219-mile track. Part of the danger of that storm was that nobody even realized it was a tornado until it was right on top of them because it was so huge: it was said to look like a red, boiling fog from horizon to horizon because it was rain-wrapped, and had sucked up a lot of red river mud. Water tornadoes and fire tornadoes are both a thing.

They behave inconsistently too. The El Reno tornado that killed the storm chaser and scientist Tim Samaras in 2013 is often personified as evil, a storm set out to kill storm chasers, because it seemed to behave with particular, intentional nastiness. In 30 seconds, it went from a small tornado to a 2.6 mile wedge. It's hard to even imagine the scale of something like that: someone observing from a safe distance miles away is suddenly inside the literal tornado within less than a minute. Most tornadoes move in a more or less straight trajectory - this one repeatedly changed directions. But this is just another example of how even when scientists know how tornadoes generally behave, we're still figuring them out.

Of course, all of this is not about overly romanticizing a phenomenon that kills a ton of people each year, a fact that is only going to get worse with climate change. And certainly research funding and money for early warning systems or national weather services being less prioritized in the politicization of climate change.

I still have tornado nightmares a lot. I had one last night, which is I guess why I'm still thinking about the shapes. It's always the same: I'm standing in a house, usually my childhood home, and there are families of tornadoes that go right past it, but never hit. I still think they're so interesting. And it's funny the way anxiety can turn into fascination under the right circumstances.

#tornadoes #weather nerding #sorry this isn't about count dooku I just wanted to gush about tornadoes for a minute #story time #charm stuff #tw tornado

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friendzone - chapter 1

The one where director!reader is forced to work alongside her new work crush and the idiot who broke her heart

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

“C’mon, just give me a chance…” I was not having a good day, to say the least. Oh, no, not at all. Not a good year, perhaps - let’s go there, yes, why not? I deserved it, after all. This was all my own doing, and I never allowed myself a single second to forget it.

“Not gonna happen, Evans.” I might have closed the door a little harder than necessary if all of the gazes that fell on me upon entering the set were any indication. “I’m sorry, I know, I just- Where’s my coffee?”

I usually wasn’t this bitchy, but having to work with your ex-boyfriend - your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend - usually had this effect on a person, I imagined. Sending a grateful smile to the PA who had the guts to approach with a steaming cup of joe, I set out to put as much distance as possible between me and the man who was still following my every step.

Why did I ever think a slammed door would stop his pursuit, I would never know. Five months, hundreds of ignored calls and texts, and the guy didn’t quit it. Hell, he even managed to force his way into my dream project, just to force me to talk to him.

I was determined not to give up. He couldn’t be rewarded - not for what he did, not for what he was doing to me right now - but his ego stopped him from even seeing the error of his ways.

He just kept pushing, and as the director of the movie he was starring in, I couldn’t completely ignore him. As much as I wanted to.

“Is everything okay?” My body immediately relaxed at the sound of the (now) familiar English accent. “What’s going on?” It was clear that Henry wanted to outwardly ask me if Chris was bothering me, but he refrained from doing so. Like the gentleman he was - or, at the very least, someone able to think about the consequences of his actions before doing something he’d come to regret - he didn’t want to put me in a weird position, or even potentially complicate his work relationship with his co-star when he truly didn’t understand what was going on.

It’s not that I didn’t want to tell him. I did. But we’d only known each other for four weeks - the time since pre-production started, plus the week since we started filming. It didn’t matter how much we’d clicked in that time, he was still a relative stranger to me.

Even if I were to trust him… why would he even care about my past with another man? We weren’t yet friends, and nothing romantic was going on, despite all of the dirty dreams I’d been having since our eyes connected for the first time.

I knew I wasn’t the only one who suffered from his superpower. All of the people attracted to males - even some who swore they weren’t - had the same lustful haze in their eyes after spending seconds in his presence…

… and I’d been there before. The woman standing on the sidelines while their lover enraptured the world. Never again, I’d sworn. Never again, I still reminded myself under my breath every time Chris popped into my brain, life or heart. and yet, there I was: five whole minutes into staring into clear blue eyes and no words left to say like I’d unlearned the entire English alphabet simply because Henry Cavill decided to rest his gaze upon me.

Men really did make women go dumb sometimes.

“Nothing that involves you,” Chris spoke from behind me, two hands coming up to seize my waist and pull me against his chest. “You don’t have any reason to be concerned, I can assure you.”

… or insane.

“Get your hands off of me.” I don’t think I’d ever used this tone on Chris before, so his instinctive reaction to let his hands drop to the side of his body could probably be explained by that. But the truth? I didn’t even know I was able to make such a guttural voice until his actions led me to see the world in shades of red, in a way much similar to the one I used to stare at while we were in love, and yet so drastically different it confused and terrified me.

“Do you even have a scene to film today, Chris?” I asked, deciding to completely ignore Henry while I still had to deal with the manchild that was my ex-boyfriend. It took him a while to answer, but after some hesitation, he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s the-”

“No, you don’t.” I knew I was being silly, but fuck. This was my movie set, and he couldn’t just keep doing this - interrupting my work schedule, my dream job because of a romantic past he screwed up.

“Go back to the hotel. I’ll film Henry's solo scenes today.” His nostrils flared, his temper once again getting the best of him, but when he opened his mouth to argue… “Go.”

I was tired of letting him take the reins of my life.

#friendzone #henry cavill angst #chris evans angst #henry cavill #chris evans #angst #henry cavill rpf #rpf #chris evans rpf #henry cavill fic #chris evans fic #henry cavill x reader #chris evans x reader #henry cavill reader #chris evans reader

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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Hii, can I please request a fic with Eddie where he’s in a love triangle with the reader and Chrissy (for the purposes of this fic, Chrissy didn’t die) and can’t figure out who he wants to be with until the reader confesses to him that they’ve been in love with him for two years and didn’t know how to tell him, then Eddie realises he likes the reader more than he liked Chrissy and has to somehow tell Chrissy he’s just not into her like that without letting her down? Idk if this makes sense but

bottled up | eddie munson

SUMMARY : hellfire’s leader has been ditching them a lot lately. confrontation ensues as well as hidden feeling are brought out and eddie is left to choose in the end.

eddie munson x gn! reader

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GENRE : angst & fluff

WARNINGS : unrequited crush? self-hatred, heated arguments and confessions

WORD COUNT : 3,896

a/n: it’s drama time and damn i made eddie a annoying piece of shit (which i think canonically he is). hope this satisfies you, anon. ^_^

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

you didn’t know how or when did this unusual occurrence happened.

“he’s hanging out with chrissy. chrissy fucking cunningham!” gareth complained, pacing around the club room in anger. all hellfire club members including you sitting in silence and disappointment the dungeon master was no where found, an hour or two already had passed. it was supposed to be the usual campaign night, at least hours of playing yet tonight, gareth was fed up having their leader miss countless sessions just because of his new ‘friend.’

“maybe he’ll show up? you know how sometimes he can get late…” you reassured him, yet everyone’s face knew that wouldn’t happen.

“he almost ditched us for two straight nights and missed band practice cuz he was out with little miss princess, y/n. open your eyes please! he’s not coming.” gareth grumbled, you shake your head at how gloomy the room was now. he was right, eddie had been missing frequently. late show-ups that ruined the mood for the night. it was no secret he and chrissy had been seen talking to each other these past few weeks. walking together in the hallway, laughing and whatever you could call what best friends do. except it was not, the noticeable attraction between the two were there. based on your own selfish observation.

“let’s just… call it a night. let’s try again next week.” jeff offered as all nodded their heads, bummed out that they missed a hellfire night. you frowned, everyone getting up. their heads bowed and their faces scrunched in disappointment.

“guys? hey, we could always play without him. i could get his notes and we could—“ you stopped yourself, the atmosphere unpleasant as dustin gave you a tight small smile just to know the mood was killed.

“it’s ok, y/n.” mike breathed out, even though he was annoyed as gareth is. “just fucking tell him if he ever shows up, to cancel hellfire beforehand than making us come here for nothing.”

“i agree. goodnight, y/n.” dustin shrugged, your frowned deepened seeing him so sulked. you nodded silently as they all exited. you were left to stand alone in the room. you waved them off as you let yourself ponder how everything in hellfire was going into shambles. you shut the door with a thud, aware the table still had the set-up. you cleaned it up, trying your best to not let today’s disappointment ruin your night.

well it did eventually. your chest tightened at the thought of him spending more time with the hawkins high’s queen. it was surprising, that one day he had told everyone in the club that he got chrissy cunningham to speak with him. you, of course, listened to him in silence. watching his smile grow wider with every spill of her name coming out of his mouth that led to this sudden distance you had with him because of it. you and eddie were sort of close friends, he met you the day you were all alone in the cafeteria, offered you to join their club despite knowing nothing of DnD. everything went great that day. though two years had passed, you considered him a great friend to be with.

just friends. that was all you thought the two of you will ever be. having a crush on him from the day he had approached you, the day he declared you as one of the members of the hellfire club. and the day he made you more happier than ever. you cursed at yourself, for being so afraid to tell him how you feel. how you just wanted some kind of answer that could rest your poor little heart. the hidden affection you had for him slowly eating you up. and the consequences of now having to watch him do the things you fantasized with him with another girl. all bullshit to you.

“hey, did everyone go home now? shit.” you jumped suddenly hearing eddie’s familiar voice. you turned around sharply as the dim lights of the room shined before him. you gulped, the sound of your thumping heart in your ears. he looked good, hair still a mess, eyes doe and his lips in a confused frown. you missed him. a bubble of annoyance burst inside of you, replacing the familiar fluttery feeling. remembering the words of gareth inside your head.

“yeah. you should’ve just told us you’d be busy or something, eddie.” you trailed, the displeasure in your tone. “the others are mad.” you added, picking up your bag, avoiding his confused gaze. you were about to leave as he stuttered something out, clearly baffled no one waited for him.

“hey, hey, hey, woah. what do you mean they’re mad? i got caught up with chrissy and everything.” eddie clumsily stood in front of you as you were about to leave.

you sighed at him. “you’ve almost missed two nights of hellfire, edds. the others are fed up with it. could’ve at least told us that you’d cancel and we wouldn’t be waiting for you for like an eternity in here.”

his eyebrows raised. “cancel? no, i don’t and i won’t cancel a campaign. maybe if there still here somewhere we could call them back. i promised you guys i’ll play. we’re getting close to the cult of vecna!”

“eddie. it’s ok.” you reassured him, seeing the frown on his face made you pity him. “there’s always next week.”

“are they that shit mad? are you angry?” he quietly asked, feeling guilty he had let them down. hellfire was his family, his own little clan of freaks that bonded together despite the school’s harsh treatment on them. of course he felt severely bad that he had just ditched them again. and you…

“i’m not.” you lied, he smiled as he nodded. “and…yeah.” you shrugged, his face dropped completely as he nodded his head. “you’ve been hanging out with chrissy a lot lately and gareth was the most fed up about it.” you added, not helping yourself as the annoyance had for him wouldn’t go away.

“what?” eddie’s head sharply met your gaze. you jumped a bit at the sudden rage in his expression. woah. “what’s chrissy got to do with this?”

“eddie, he knows you’ve been ditching us for chrissy. it’s no problem at all and you can understand how gareth feels when you hang out with someone new.” you explained, wishing you had just gone out than comfort him. your tiny heart slowly cracking up at the mention of the girl.

“bullshit. they’re more mad because i just hung out with someone new? is that it?” he accusingly asked. you blinked, a tingle in your chest that had your brows scrunched together. obviously! you wanted to shout, open his stupid head.

“they’re upset that you almost ditched us, eddie.” you firmly stated. “there’s no problem with chrissy, gareth was just upset that you had missed some practices because you—“

“—of chrissy. i’ve clearly fucking stated that nothing was going to change with chrissy with ‘em.” he let out a sharp sigh. the vein in his forehead bulged. you closed your mouth, shocked at how defensive he is with the girl. does he really like her that much? you thought, the mild jealousy ticking in your emotions. cracks of annoyance slowly showing in your face. you gulped, uncomfortable how you were trying not to let your own feelings get in the air.

“they’re just upset.” you offered softly. “it’ll come and go. just… just try and not make them feel left out, you know? chrissy’s always welcome in hellfire.”

“how’d you know that?” he let out a not so amused laugh, still shaking his head at how angry he is that gareth mentioned chrissy. “you already told me gareth was talking shit about chris’. you think the rest would welcome her?” his voiced raised a bit, your heart clenched at the sudden throw of emotions.

“i was just trying to help you understand how upset the rest are.” your throat constricted, glad you maintained a steady voice in spite of the overwhelming emotion creeping in the back of your head of how he’s taking his anger out of you.

“well it’s not fucking working.” he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. your eyes widened a bit, the heat of the stage lights shone before you, a burst of something encouraging you to just—

explode.

“for once, i was just trying to tell you that you could’ve had the decency to tell us you’d be hanging out with chrissy and not fucking making us wait two shitty hours because you were busy with someone else! is it that hard to understand your friends are upset because of it?!” you almost shouted, your chest huffed as eddie stared at you with big eyes. audibly very shocked how you bursted.

“wow.” he scoffed. “wow. why does it matter to you? you said you weren’t mad. i expected—“

“you’re not listening to me. it’s not chrissy, it is not about her.” you huffed, rubbing the bridge of your nose in utter irritation.

“—i expected you’d back me up here, y/n.” he finished, evidently his own irritation taking over.

“i’m not backing up anyone.” you openly stated, hands clenching each side. feeling defeated as you looked away, fed up and tired before taking a step away from him to leave the club room. humiliated you lost your cool, seeing how eddie’s eyes seem to catch something as you offered softly. “please just let this go. goodbye, edds.”

“no.” he roughly grabbed your arm, your eyes widened as you froze in his tight hold. looking at him with furrowed brows. “i’ve had enough of this bullshit. tell me, tell me for fucking once this is not because of gareth and the others. tell me.”

a moment of silence transpired, what was he on about now? dazzled you are, you roughly shove his hand off your arm. “what are you talking about?”

“don’t bullshit me anymore, please.” he pleaded, his eyes shined leaving you baffled. what?

“i don’t understand.” you breathed out, nervous how close he is to you. towering your presence with his seriousness. “what bullshit are you talking about?”

“chrissy. me and chrissy. tell me.” shit. of course, of course he had seen you clear as day. as annoying as he is, eddie was conflicted in the inside. his head was reeling the thought of your distance with him. he didn’t meant to actually hung out with chrissy, surprisingly the cheerleader found him with his head stuck in a hole because of you and offered him comfort. he did like her, the way her presence had made him feel something, the way her kindness had saw through him instead of hawkin’s freak. for once, he felt like he was worth it because of her.

but you, who had been running in his thoughts for most of the time was killing him, you who had silently stuck with him since he had found alone in the cafeteria. you, who had been making his whole head hurt if you two were more than friends. and now he had seen the way you reacted, the subtle glint in your eyes as guilt fed him up when the day he told everyone that he had been hanging out with chrissy. and the distance between the two of you urging him to know what the hell was going on with you. and what the hell was he supposed to do?

“i—“ you started, words you wanted to spit out in a hold on how you were put on the spot. were you really going to say this to him? you contemplated yet coward back as usual. “what do i got to do with you and chrissy? eddie, if you l-like her, you don’t have to ask—“

“you’re driving me crazy here, sweetheart.” eddie let out a sigh. “you put a wall between us since i told everyone about chrissy. what the fuck is going on?”

“fine.” you decided, the bottled up emotions of how fucking jealous you are for the sweet girl he had been with. “fine, alright, i like you! there, is that better? i liked you for two years, munson. and i hated it when you hung out with her. does that answer your question?”

silence filled the sudden void. the cold temperature of the room run a shiver down your spine, you could see his eyes widen at the sudden confession. your chest huffed as you felt so disgusted with yourself at how fucking pathetic you just told the boy you’d longed for him in such a stupid confession. and not to mention he had a girl he liked that was way above you. who were you to compete with chrissy cunningham? ending up all cringing in the inside when he just stayed silent, a silent answer you took as your heart bursted into shards. your vision blurred as wet tears drip down your cheeks, you turned away quickly, hiding back the pathetic sob before eddie could call you back, snapping out of his surprised state. the door slammed shut, the dungeon master watched your figure leave him as he cursed loudly.

“great fucking reaction, munson!” he muttered to himself, rubbing his face with his hands up to his bangs in irritation at how stupid he just stood there seeing you cry. he fucked up. he always fucked everything up. the answer he had been waiting for in front of him. you liked him. finally, you liked him! and he just stood there like an idiot. his mind was in shambles as he exited the room. the thought of you and chrissy circling in his mind like wildfire.

what was he going to do?

•••

eddie walked out of the school, pacing around in the parking lot. it had been an hour or so he’d been biting his lip in frustration, trying to think of ways how to actually fucking get you back to him. the stars shined in the sky, he kicked a pebble harshly, muttering curses as he fished out his cigarette pack to smoke. he lit it with ease, the nicotine running in his lungs as he blew out with a sharp sigh. fucking idiot. the constant degradation towards himself never ceased to stop since he had saw that hurt look of yours that made him want to jam his head on the street light pole. too late, he declared to himself, you hated him now! what was the point of thinking how he’d win you back when he can fuck it up again?

“eddie?” eddie jumped in surprise as he lifted his head up, the cigar ashes falling to the ground to see chrissy waving at him with a confused look. cheer practice must have been hard if they had finished just now, knowing he had purposely made her late a bit when they had hung out a while ago.

“oh, hey, cheery practice done?” he asked, blowing one last smoke out as he threw it to the ground to smash it with his shoes, making a gesture of a pom-pom as chrissy smiled and shake her head walking towards him.

“yeah. pep rally’s coming in closely. your club session just ended?” she curiously asked, hands a-front, clasped together as she shyly smiled at him. eddie leaned back on his van, gesturing as he shook his head.

“nah. they all got home before i could make it back— “ he let out a nervous laugh. “—i fucked up big time.” getting another cigarette shakily as chrissy’s smile faded into a concern frown.

“what do you mean? did something happen? you can tell me.” chrissy offered, eddie studied her for a moment, gears clicking in his brain as the question of who he had liked punched him in the face. did he really like chrissy romantically? or was it he was obsessed with the idea of the most popular girl had payed interest to him? he’s a utter shitbag he just realized.

“well, i, shit, i just…” eddie trailed, angry again at himself. “i’m not good at this confession thingy so i kinda made someone think i didn’t like them and just fucking stood there, watched them c-cry.”

“woah.” chrissy eyes were a bit wide, mouth forming a perfect ‘oh’. truly, chrissy might of thought him as the most idiotic person ever.

“and i don’t know what to fucking do.” he whispered, inhaling the cancer of a stick in, the smoke filling his lungs with momentary relief.

“well, do you like them?” she asked, titling her head to the side as eddie looked at her with sad eyes. he thought about it, the word ‘yes’ immediately answering in his head. yes, of course he liked you. he liked you since he had met you, stubborn him not acknowledging himself that it was you who made him fucked up in the head every night, wishing something more would happen between the two of you every day. yes, he likes you. and fuck it, he loves you for goodness sake.

“well?” chrissy asked, seeing his eyes stare into a void, clearly he knows his answer as he relaxes his shoulders. hesitant knowing chrissy may had shown some interesting in him a couple of times.

“yeah.” eddie shrugged, cheeks turning red at the thought of you. “more than anything.”

“you’re a stubborn idiot, munson!” chrissy slapped his arm. eddie jumped at the sudden outrage. “well what are you standing here for? if you like them then tell them!” she demanded, supportive as ever.

“w-wait, i thought you’d be mad—“

“eddie.” chrissy sighed. “yes, i like you. well i thought so but i just think…”

“we’re just friends?” eddie asked, not faze chrissy had thought of the same thing. knowing this messy break-up she had with jason, not knowing the details well enough to know if she still loved that annoying jock. and that the reason they had been close is just because of a shared comfort. conflicted feelings.

“best friends i think.” chrissy laughed but pinched the cigar out of his hand in surprise to toss it away. “come on, if you still have the time. maybe y/n can forgive you.”

eddie’s brow rose. “how the fuck did you know—“

“it’s so obvious, eddie. just shut up and go to them!” chrissy pushed him to go to his van. eddie yelped as he nodded, quickly hopping in, waving back to the cheer captain with utter graciousness with her kind advice. time was ticking, he sped up not caring if the cars honked at him. chrissy watched him go, shaking her head at how oblivious he is, wishing him the best of luck.

•••

you sniffled, laid back on your bed, staring up to the ceiling of just plain hurt inside your chest. as the constant play-through of his expression when you had embarrassingly spilled out those words made your tears drop down your cheeks faster. the scrunch of his eyebrows, mouth slightly agape, the expression of disgust you guessed. you felt like you wanted to sleep for an eternity and forget how this all happened. how any of this would’ve not happened if you had just stayed silent. but here you are, guessing your relationship with him is ruined. two fucking years of friendship down the drain.

“helloooooo??” a muffled voice outside your window made you sat up quickly following the loud banging on your window making your heart jump in fear. you glanced to it, aware a shadow of a figure loomed over your own window. the banging continued as you hastily stood up and cautiously opened it, ready to smack someone with the nearby object if ever it was a intruder.

“eddie?” but it wasn’t an intruder, the same brown locks of hair appeared before you as he stumbled into your room. you backed up, looking down on the clumsy metalhead seeing sweat glisten his forehead as he let out a huff of air, doe eyes meeting yours, glistening under your lamplight.

“y/n.” eddie breathed out, chest huffing, tired he had climbed up your window just to discreetly get to you without your family knowing. you were speechless, not knowing what to do or what to say or either smack him but he was here. eddie observed your facial expression, suddenly nervous as he straighten himself to spit the words he’d been reciting in his head while driving towards your place. you stood in front of him, expecting, waiting and he stuttered it out before you could tell him to piss off.

“about… about a while ago. i wanted to say—“

“it’s fine.” you cut him off, drained already to hear the rejection from him. “none of that was supposed to be heard. i-i’m sor—“

“no. no. what i’m trying to say is— i fucking like you too.” he let it all out, stepping closer, not wanting you to leave him again. “i like you.” he whispered, tone so sweet that it was too good to be true for you.

“you’re lying.” you accused, the tremble in your lip wanting to make you cry. he had chrissy, and now why you? eddie shook his head again, you were stubborn as well as you averted his gaze, ashamed again. “you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“and you don’t think i know who i fucking like? i’m not bullshitting this, i like you, sweetheart.” he gently held both of your hands in his, thumb circling your fingers as you stared at it. the metal of his rings digging lightly on your skin. you hoped, severely hoped that this wasn’t a dream or some other fucked up shit happening. his ring cladded hand softly placed one of your hands on his chest, above his thumping heart. “i’m sorry for not saying this sooner. but i do fucking like you a lot— love you actually more than you think. ever since you first smiled at me that got me big time. i’m just an idiot for realizing it now. it’s not chrissy, i want you.”

you blinked again, your cheeks heating up to your ears. blood rushing in your head making you feel slightly dizzy as you exhaled the breath you were holding. not believing this was happening. eddie patiently waited as you finally looked him in the eyes again, that frown gone replaced with dazzlement. the hand on his chest gripped his shirt for a moment, making him think if his confession was cheesy as shit. well it was, then again he wasn’t good at feelings.

“we’re both idiots then.” you spoke, a smile tugging your lips as eddie’s heart thumped in anticipation. in one swift moment of his impatience taking over, he leaned in to lock your lips to his. you stumbled in his hold as you gripped his shoulders as he cupped your cheeks. realizing his actions, he broke it with mumbles of apologies, resting his forehead against yours. you laughed, seeing his embarrassed face as he smiled now, embracing you in his hold.

“am i forgiven?” he asked eagerly.

“i think you owe everyone first tomorrow a annual hellfire night, edds.” you chuckled, pecking his lips. “and you owe me a date for waiting for two fucking years for you.” eddie nodded, hugging you tight making you squeal, feeling his chest flutter.

“anything for you.”

hey, sometimes i like cheesy confessions 😩✋

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