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f1crecs · 1 year

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Fic Rec List - Charles/Max (Top Five)

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I'm sorry you've not been feeling great recently, anon. I hope things start to look up soon, and that you enjoy these recommendations. 😚

This is my personal top five. Let me know what yours is! 🤍

the consequences of domesticism by @altisssimozucca | G | 3.6k Charles and Max live in the same apartment building: slowly, their lives intertwine. This fic is just so sweet. The slow build of their relationship, from acquaintances/co-workers to more is so expertly done, and feels so organic. I didn't stop smiling once reading this fic. Also - Dot. I want her.

'They’re in Max’s kitchen, Max watching Charles fry some eggs for breakfast, when Max has the startling realisation that he knows far too much about Charles.'

heart on your sleeve by @nyoomfruits | T | 4.8k Charles' emotions appear on his racing helmet. The concept here is so unique, and so beautifully done - I loved every moment of this. Typical misunderstandings give way to just the most tender, sweet relationship. Gorgeous.

“Hi,” Max says, and that stupid crinkly eyed smile is back, looking at Charles all fondly. His race suit is soaked in champagne, and his hair is wet with it too, sticking in every which direction. There’s a flush on his cheeks, and he’s taken off the top part of his race suit, revealing his fireproofs underneath, stretches across his broad chest and muscular arms.'

heart of the wind by @piastriachios | M | 13.8k Max and Charles are neighbours, who meet when Charles rescues Max's flying laundry. The relationship build here is stunning - you truly get the feeling that they bring out the best in each other. As always, the imagery and use of colour is beautiful. I love this author and I love this fic.

'They let it sit between them. Floating between the specks of dust that look like golden glitter in the afternoon suzn. A shared understanding. A sense of longing. The more it simmers, the more Max’s smile seems to cut through the light.'

oui chef.by @sunshineyoujustwait | G | 16.2k Max is initially irate when Charles is hired to his kitchen - but not for long. This fic is absolutely stunning. The humour and dialogue is spot on, and the Charles characterisation is genuinely some of my favourite in the whole fandom. The single-minded focus. The competitiveness. The found family of it all. God, I wish I could read this fic again for the first time.

'He’s still staring, he realises belatedly, as Charles glances up and catches his gaze. Amusement twinkles in his eyes, almost as if he knows he’s caught Max staring and he finds it funny. Max looks away quickly, but not before his brain registers, unhelpfully, that Charles’ eyes are green, not brown like he’d originally thought. Not that it’s important.''

Breathe You In (Like a Vapor) by @fabbyf1 | E | 53.3k Max and Charles start up a friends with benefits relationship, that quickly evolves into so much more. This was one of the first Charles/Max fics I ever read, and it changed me a little. Such a joy. So genuinely funny, beautifully paced, and the smut- yes. Fantastic! Everything this author writes is amazing.

'But now, the sun was starting to dip in the sky, and the living room was mostly dark. Somehow Max had spent the entire afternoon here. It was like they both came out of their trance simultaneously and realized how dark it had gotten in the room.'

#lestappen #pairing:charles/max #driver:charles #driver:max #charles/max

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p1hypen · 2 years

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hi! can you do a reaction where p1harmony (hyung line or all members whatever you want!) get jealous thank you!! 💟

when he’s jealous — P1HARMONY!hyung line

what are the boys like when they’re jealous? ft. hyung line!p1harmony x gn!reader genre! jealousy, fluff w/c! 1435

a/n: hi anon, thank you so much for requesting this! i hope it’s to your liking, and i’m sorry for the wait. i was a little stumped at first and kept making edits to my writing so this is the result of that :) maknae line will be coming up soon be on the look out for that and enjoy!

keeho

keeho loved having a workout buddy to accompany him especially when it was his significant other. so when you approached him several weeks ago to inform him that you wanted to take your fitness journey more seriously, keeho was more than willing to take you under his wing and guide you through your workouts. in that time, you quickly grew accustomed to gym culture and developed your own routine to follow.

on the days that the two of you were training, you’d show up to the gym in matching fits. everything was domestically cute that would surely have you biting your first if you were single and didn’t have keeho by your side to experience all of this together. nevertheless, everything thus far has helped you to progressively mend your relationship with your body and healthy habits.

it was arm day, for keeho at least. you, on the other hand, were preoccupied with the last set of squats to end another successful leg day. keeho intently watched you in the reflection of the mirror as he maxed out on the reps of bicep curls. his eyes never leaving your form whenever you would sink down into a squat position and pause for a couple of seconds before coming back up. you repeated this action nine more times and each time keeho stared.

when you completed your last rep and placed the bar back on the rack, a stranger was quick to approach you with a sly smile that keeho wanted to slap right off his face. you were startled at first, expecting it to be none other than your boyfriend to give you celebratory butt pats. to your dismay it was some random guy that wasn’t keeho and could never come close in line to your boyfriend even if they tried.

he was nice— to say the least— and complimented your form, thoroughly impressed at the amount of plates that you could squat. you weren’t sure if it was backhanded or coming from a place of genuine, but you could only smile and nod.

when he raised his hand for you to hi-five him you were hesitant to do so, and instead opted to give him a fist bump. forced laughter spilled past your lips.

keeho recognized your uncomfortable demeanor and was quick to set the dumbbells back in their previous spot. with long strides, he approached you from behind and slid his arms around your torso, his chin resting on your shoulder with a deadpan expression. keeho didn’t miss the way the guy’s face fell and a victorious smirk found its way on keeho’s lips when the stranger so easily got the message that you were indeed taken. they left soon after, not without giving you a dry “alright, see ya,” and walking away shamefully. you sighed, relieved that the uncomfortable interaction ended.

keeho’s embrace on you tightened and he briefly squeezed your figure in a possessive manner. he pressed a lazy kiss onto your neck and your breath hitched in your throat. “i just knew that idiot wouldn’t leave you alone unless i did something.” your boyfriend audibly huffed in annoyance and grumbled under his breath. something along the lines of needing to find a more private gym that wasn’t as public as the current one you both frequently visit, because he doesn’t need any more guys developing a gym crush on you.

theo

you see, most professors would assign groups or allow individuals to work by themselves when it comes to projects. not pair people one-on-one. at least that’s what theo thinks. like, c’mon, it’s almost ridiculous.

“it is not,” you rolled your eyes and continued to type on the shared document between you and your partner. the soft tapping of your fingers dancing along the keys overlapping with the other white noises in the small coffee shop.

the two— sorry, three— of you were sharing a table in the corner of a cafe that a lot of other uni students frequented to. you, being one of them. almost all of the employees know you by now that they have your regular order memorized. it’s almost flattering but a little embarrassing given the fact that you’re always here due to school related purposes. today was one of those days. the only difference being out of the ordinary was that you were here to collaborate with your partner for the upcoming deadline of your project. and of course theo was here too for who knows why.

he bumped into you when your last class for the afternoon finished and has since then invited himself into your plans for the remainder of the day.

“sorry that took so long,” a masculine voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up to see hyunsuk carrying both of your drinks. the tallest of the trio slid into the chair next to yours and gently placed your drink near your laptop. you thanked hyunsuk and proceeded to update him about your recent findings on the topic of your assignment.

theo surveyed you from across the table with a sour expression. it was so obvious you were smitten, downbad horrendous, and whipped for this hyunsuk guy. hell, you literally have hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him. he watches intensely at the way hyunsuk leans in close whenever you show him something on your laptop, the way he pats your head and praises you for doing the bare minimum, and how he gives you that look that screams he’s just as interested in you as you are to him.

the scowl on theo’s face deepens and he crosses his arms, grunting under his breath and almost kicking hyunsuk in the shin. (curse his stupid long legs and 6 foot height).

theo weighs out his options: leave so that he no longer has to feel like a thirdwheel, or suck it up for the next two hours and stay to make sure that the flirty tension between you and hyunsuk doesn’t escalate any further. your giggling diverts theo’s attention and the wrinkles etched in his skin intensify even further. this was going to be a long two hours.

jiung

you and jiung shared a lot of mutual friends. reason being that the two of you attended high school together and were associated with the same group of people throughout those four years. there was one person in particular whom you were the closest with, and although much of your other friends may have placed a bet that you would end up dating each other, the outcome was shocking.

you and jiung started dating three months ago, and it was your idea to softlaunch the status of your relationship with him on instagram.

let’s just say, that day the group chat exploded and your notifications could not be put to rest.

jiung is not the type to get jealous easily nor showcase negative emotions around you. not because he doesn’t want to, but because as a virgo man he rather not put it on for display. you’re almost thankful for that part of his nature yet sometimes you wish you could also see the ‘bad’ parts to him.

everyone was gathered in yunjin’s living room after stuffing their faces with homestyle kbbq for dinner. jiung excused himself to use the bathroom and you were left to your own devices to talk with intak. he was showing you another one of his songs he wrote with a friend and you awed at the lyrical composition. by the time jiung finished his business in the bathroom and came back, you were too distracted browsing through intak’s notes of finished and unfinished songs to notice your boyfriend’s presence.

the blonde bit his lip, not wanting to disturb your peace and quietly sat there. five minutes passed and you were still too entranced with intak’s talent for songwriting that jiung decided to do something. he grabbed your hand to hold in his and you perked up at the familiar slim fingers entwining with yours. “hi babe!” you chirped. intak left your side to be the first in line for dessert leaving just you and jiung on the loveseat.

jiung was quiet at first and refused to speak but the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin signaled he was listening to you. you look at him with curiosity and his eyes meet yours. “are you jelly?” you tease, poking his side and he frowns just a little. “no,” jiung grumbles. you hug his arm and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, snuggling closer to his side with a guilty smile.

tl;dr: keeho is the passive-aggressive type when he sees someone try to flirt with you. he’ll usually do some sort of pda that may be slightly out of character for him but his actions are sweet and hard to resist. theo is very much pouty and non-confrontational, he will keep to himself when jealous and tries to endure the torture of you with someone else. jiung is similar to theo but his facial expressions do all the talking for him, he tends to act distant in the face of jealousy but it never lasts long anyways.

#cgi-aenergy #p1harmony #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #yoon keeho #keeho scenarios #keeho imagines #keeho #keeho x reader #p1harmony x you #p1harmony reactions #theo x reader #theo imagines #jiung imagines #jiung x reader #choi taeyang #choi jiung

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wyattjohnston · 2 years

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one look and my heartbeat stops - tyson jost

series: this is getting good now

summary: flick picks tyson up after a road trip.

word count: 911

note: hello, quick fic, unedited, genuinely have zero issue with you telling me that there are mistakes. shoutout to the anon who asked nicely for a tyson fic, and the other anon who was excited about it 💚

Flick could count on one hand the number of times she’d picked Tyson up from a road trip, so it was rather daunting to be waiting for the team to arrive back in Saint Paul.

The security guard she had to pass remembered her, at least, from when she’d dropped Tyson off at the beginning of the road trip. That in and of itself relaxed Flick, knowing that she didn’t have to try and explain her way into the charter flight parking garage—it was a conversation she’d been preparing in her head pretty much since she left the first time.

She wasn’t going to say it was cold because it was above zero but she had the car’s heater on and was wearing the thickest cosiest hoodie she owned. She was catching up on the latest episode of the Modern Love podcast, too, which she’d been saving for a couple of days.

Her quick little trip back to Denver in the middle of the road trip had been heartbreaking. She’d squeezed in a few hair appointments, helped Laura pack up the apartment into Tyson’s car and cried when the girls showed up to take her out drinking. Then she’d cried when she said goodbye to Laura even though it would be two days before Laura showed up in St Paul Tyson’s car.

Her phone buzzed, interrupting the podcasts story briefly. Seeing Mat’s name above the text made her sigh, because it wasn’t Tyson but the link to the TikTok of a family pulling their turtles out of hibernation had her giggling especially because the accompanying message just said “wtf ??????????”

Noise started to fill the parking garage; Flick lifted her head to see the few Wild players walking in. Tyson was in the middle of the pack and, even looking like he just got off a plane, he was still the best thing she had ever seen. As was the case after every road trip, it was a relief to see him. There was nothing better than being reunited after any amount of time apart and she couldn’t stop herself from waving at him through the windshield.

He walked straight to the driver’s side, opening the door and leaning in to kiss the top of her head. He asked, “Want me to drive?”

“Yeah. I only nearly got into one accident while you were gone, though,” Flick said, laughing at herself.

“Just the one? Maybe they’ll let you keep your licence.”

“I still haven’t hit anybody,” she countered as she finally hauled herself out of the car, instantly shivering as the cool air cut through her.

Tyson wrapped his arms around her the moment she was on her feet, holding her close and kissing her softly. She managed to wrap her arms around his waist, returning the kiss, but it didn’t last long before they were both startled by a car honking. Tyson didn’t let her go.

“You’re going to get fined or something,” Flick said, trying to determine if she could work out who had honked them.

“Probably, but I get to kiss my girlfriend now and they have to wait until they get home,” he countered, kissing her again. Another honk followed, causing Flick to bristle and Tyson let her go.

When they were both in the car, Tyson’s bags tossed in the boot, Flick put music on instead of her podcast but still turned it down low.

“You and my mum got really good at Tetris?” he asked when they pulled out of the airport, referring to the photos she’d sent and the call they’d had about Flick and Laura trying to cram everything she and Tyson could possibly need until the summer.

“How many important things do you think we forgot?”

Tyson laughed, “If you managed to think of everything then I’ll run to practice naked.”

“Home sweet home,” Tyson announced dramatically when he pushed open the hotel room door as if Flick hadn’t been there an hour earlier trying to make it into a home.

“Should we…” Flick trailed off as she entered, looking around the suite.

“Should we what?” he prompted when she didn’t continue.

“Start looking for someone to live?” she asked, hesitantly. “I know that the season’s basically over and that you don’t want to be looking for places to live in the middle of playoffs but if we’re going to be here after the summer…”

Tyson dropped his things to the floor, only slightly out of their regular walking path, so that he could put his hands on Flick’s cheeks and pull her into a kiss.

“I never want to hear you say you’re not smart.”

The furrow in her brow was deep, almost to the point of pain, but she was beyond confused when she countered, “Nothing about what I said was smart.”

“Wanting to get us out of here ASAP is pretty fucking smart, Flick,” Tyson said, kissing her again.

Flick couldn’t help but roll her eyes, because she wouldn’t call it smart as much as she would sane to not want to live in a hotel room, and trying to make any decisions at the tail end of the season with the very good possibility of Playoffs. Yet, Tyson abandoned everything he would normally do after a flight—most importantly a shower and a nap—so that they could sit down and search for any places in the area that they could potentially call their new home.

Please consider leaving feedback—reblog and write in the tags or send an ask, I’m not fussed. I just want to know what you’re thinking!

#tyson jost fic #tyson jost imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #homemade fic #this is getting good now fic #fic: wild

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luimagines · 3 years

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Hi! First of all, I wanted to let you know that your writing makes my heart melt! All of your works are as funny as they are incredible, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with your blog!

If it’s okay to request, could you write something about the boys having to dance with the reader? And when they do, they start to catch feelings for the reader but don’t realize it? If it’s okay, of course ♡ have a good day!! And please, take all the time you need if you write it!

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If I had a nickel for every time some one requested a detailed scenario where you can dance with Link, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

I should have known there were those who yearn. (And I listened to the song you referenced anon, and it's nice but I personally like Sam Smith's version better.)

But yes, I'll see what I can do.

Part 1 will include Warrior, Sky and Four

Content under the cut!

Warrior

Warrior wasn’t sure why the princess thought that throwing a party for the hero was considered a good thing.

Or at least not without warning them about it first.

He supposed she was just excited to invite heroes of the ears into her home and wanted them to feel that at least their efforts were appreciated.

But he hated this.

And Link knew he wasn’t the only one to think so if the looks of his companions were anything to go by.

But even as he makes his rounds amongst the elite, the fake and the genuine, he tried to make sure that his friends were at least have a comfortable time. He wanted them to know that they didn’t have to keep a face like he did amongst this group so if they wanted to have fun and dance and eat then they could.

They were guests in his home as well.

But no matter where he looked and no matter how many rounds he made, he noticed that were nowhere to be found.

Confused, he ventured outside the venue.

And as he looking for you, he just sees a silhouette against the moon light on top of one of the decorative rocks out in the middle of the rose bush maze.

There was no one else around and then again the guards and people were too drunk and joyful to notice someone breaking the ground rules of conduct or if they noticed, they simply did not care.

He makes his way toward the shadow and stalls for a moment when you look his way.

The way the light hit your frame seemed delicate and ethereal with an otherworldly glow to your hair and skin. The royal purple garb they gave you as a gift for not having anything suitable to wear to the party hugged your curves and angles in all the right ways. Someone must have offered you some jewelry to go with it because he doesn’t remember you having the gold necklace and matching head piece that pulls your hair back into a crown of curls tat frame your face in a divine manner.

Link found himself unable to breath for a second.

You smile and say, “I’m just taking in some air.”

“Not enjoying the party?” He blurts, worried for a moment that you’ve been uncomfortable this entire time... by yourself.... away from everyone.... just sitting in the darkness with the sounds of music and laughter in the background.

“It felt weird to be at a heroes party when I myself- am not a hero.” You shrug and lean back casually on the rock. “Here to drag me back Capitan?”

Warrior blinks and registers the change of pace in the music and will deny to the end of his life where he found the nerve to do what he does next.

He smoothly places the his cup of lightly bubbled alcohol on one of the lower rocks and holds out his hand to you. “Dance with me. Just once.”

You blink and also tune into the music behind the two of you.

It’s a slow dance.

You gradually smile and reach out to him, pulling yourself from the rocks surface and into his arms. “Just one dance.”

Warrior tries to hide the gulp that threatens to noticeably bob his Adam’s apple and places his hands on your waist and holds your hand respectfully. “Have you danced before?”

“Technically.” You answer and place your own hands in his and on his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. “I while I know how to dance with the elite, it’s just never been my scene.”

“I know how you feel.” Warrior takes the leads and guides you through the steps of the song. He’s been through countless hours of training for battle- and not those that end in bloodshed- but those that take place in the ball room with the nobles and high end society that would have one looked at him scorn and distaste.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting to get away.

But he does want you to enjoy yourself... if only a little bit.

The steps come naturally to him and he takes a moment to spin you around before you trip over your own feet.

A small giggle escapes your lips as you twirl and send the fabric billowing around you.

Warrior is struck stupid by the sight and almost steps off beat with the music. He’s quick to correct himself but he seemed to have your laughter on his mind on repeat.

“I’d stay out here with you if I could.” He admits as he repositions himself against you, trying to lead you away from the rose thorns and the maze itself so neither of you get caught up in it. “But unfortunately my disappearance won’t go unnoticed for long.”

“Oh...” You blink and look up into his eyes. “I suppose you really only have time for one dance, huh?”

He’s unprepared by how disappointed you sound and it would appear so are you with how quick you try to cover it up.

“It’s fine! You’re an important figure here, I guess it’s only natural that every one would want your attention. I hope you enjoy the party though. Unlike me, you deserve the recognition.” You smile genuinely but your eyes look like they’re trying to get some unknown message across.

“If I can somehow get away again-” Warrior rushes to keep your smile there and to include you in the collective joy the party was supposed to bring. “-Will you save another dance for me?”

You hum and tap you finger to you chin in thought. “It hasn’t been that bad being out here by myself...”

Warrior really hopes that you let him dance with you again even when you pull apart to the end of the music.

But you grin and reach up to boop his nose with the same finger. “Alright soldier boy, since you asked so nicely I’ll save the last dance just for you.”

Warrior laughs a little breathlessly and has to force himself to step away from you. He hopes to any and all who can hear them that’s he’s not actually blushing right now. “Ok. I’ll be back then.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Sky

Sky was sure that every one was having a great time.

The music was loud and energetic and his friends were all off doing their own thing while the festival was in full motion.

It was a celebration for the people’s loftwings since it was usually the time of the year that they left their rider’s side- presumably to go lay their eggs for the next generation of riders.

But it was all fun and games for everyone involved.

Wind and Four seemed to be in a highly competitive match of toss the sack with Twilight being the point keeper on the other end. Wild and Hyrule were busy enjoying the food and no doubt collecting the recipes (Sky was hoping that Wild would make the food so he was no way inclined to stop him). Time and Warrior were off in a corner, talking to each other with a cup in each of their hands. Legend stood next to them without a cup but he seemed to be more interested in the décor and loftwings themselves.

But you...

Sky stopped walking along the ribbon perimeter and looked over to you.

You were by yourself... You didn’t particularly happy..

And that just won’t stand.

With subtle determination, he marches over to you and taps your shoulder.

You seem to blink back into the present and raise an eyebrow to him in return.

He can see the question on your lips just as you’re about to say it so he juts his head into he direction of the dance area with a simple hand out in your direction.

He hopes his intentions are clear.

You eye his hand and snap your mouth shut with a soft click. Sky gulps suddenly, a strange bout of nervousness attempting to choke his system as you take your time to think about his offer.

Sky would never force you to do something that you don’t want to do but really (and he has no idea where this urge comes from) wants to dance with you.

Just once.

Just once to see you smile and enjoy yourself.

To see you happy.

You place your hand in his, soft and small and so much different than his own. “Lead the way, Boy Wonder.”

You smile and he returns your gesture, gently pulling you toward the open area as the next song starts. It’s light and airy and it’s enough to keep you moving even if you both stall for a minute to just sway side to side in each others arms.

Sky didn’t know that he’d feel so whole and accomplished by just holding you.

Emboldened by the tune of the events, Sky takes a step back and twirls you around as the music flows up and down again just in time to bring you back into his arms.

You laugh. “Perfect timing.”

“I do try.” Sky winks.

You giggle to yourself with a small shake of your head but you keep swaying with Sky across the dance floor.

The music comes to an end and Sky does his best gentleman’s bow as he lets go of you completely- even if he finds that he doesn’t want to. “An absolute honor to dance with you.”

The music starts up again in a similar tune but all he would have to settle for is just one dance. It’s all he’s comfortable with asking from you.

“Sky wait.” You blurt.

He turns around to see that... well you seemed to have startled yourself as well.

“I um..” You bite your lip and vaguely gesture to the musicians in the distance. “They’re not done.”

Sky smirks a little. “But the song is.”

“I uh... Just one more dance?” You hold your hand out to him this time and he stares in shock.

Not for long though.

He’s quick to place his hand in your and pull himself back to you. “I’d love to.”

Four

Four was excited to show everyone around the Festival of Fools. It was his favorite time of the year where everyone got to be silly and destress and play and eat and dance.

Four had always run around trying to do what he could never get away with on a typical day but right now he had to make sure his traveling companion didn’t actually burn the town down.

He loved them but he’d lying if he said that he wasn’t just the tiniest concerned over their facial expressions when he said that anything goes really- no laws but those of the people apply today.

Which made him the temporary babysitter for some of the more rowdy ones.

But he had lost sight of you a while ago.

Not that he was concerned or anything but... He did want to spend time with you.

The festival doesn’t happen everyday and he knew that there would only be so many days left that he’d be able to spend with the group and even less so that they’d be given a chance to relax and unwind.

That thought urged him forward to find you.

If only to make sure that you were having a good time.

He had found you by the food court where you munched on a meat stick and watched as the people came and go.

You looked bored.

Now Four knew that parties weren’t entirely your scene and you weren’t the kind of person to go and throw yourself into the middle of it all.

That being said it still rubbed him the wrong way when you looked like you would rather be anywhere but there.

He oughta do something about it.

Just across the street a band had begun playing music for the people to dance to, now that they’ve usually had their fill for lunch.

Four saw you look over and smile, basking in the edges of their amplified joy and amusement.

He grinned and ran over to you, tugging your hand into his own and pulling you close to him. “Dance with me!”

“Wha- Four? Where’d you come from?” You dropped the finished stick in shock and followed him as he dragged you to the open space just beyond the food cart.

“I live here.” He laughed and spun you around. “Just one dance!”

“I- but- Four!” You dug your heels into the dirt and stopped the both of you from reach the destination. “I can’t dance! I- I’ve never danced.”

Four turns to look at you and smiles encouragingly. “Just let loose, it’s easy. There’s no right way to move, you just do. Just feel the music and my lead.”

You bite your lip and Four takes the moment of hesitation to pull you forward again. you let him and soon find yourself on a dirt arena with lively music and people all around you.

“Don’t let go of my hand ok?” Four grins.

You find yourself grinning as well and soon you’re both spinning and jumping and leaping and twirling around each other to the beat of music.

It’s fast and fun and within moments on simply holding onto Four you find yourself laughing uncontrollably as he throws you around like a rag doll in which ever way he likes.

He’s stronger than you imagined him to be but then again... He’s a blacksmith.

It shouldn’t be all that surprising.

Somehow in the midst of it, he throws you in the air and over his head, catching you in a spin and letting you catch your breath and the music dies down and another begins.

“You ok?” Four asks, a little breathless himself. He doesn’t think he’s heard you laugh so hard or for so long.

It’s nice.

“That was fun!” You managed to say in between your giggles.

Four’s grin widened and even if he knows it’s not your style.... and he only asked for one, he holds his hand out again just in time for the next crescendo to begin.

You look up and look at him and his hand...

You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his and he pulls you close to him again.

You spin and laugh and jump and twirl well into the night, completely forgetting about the others until you have to turn in for the night.

Four’s feet hurt by the end of it and he’s exhausted but to see and hear you smile and laugh and enjoy yourself in what is arguably his favorite time of year was completely worth it.

He hopes that he can spend more time with you... He hopes for just one more dance before it all ends.

Part 2

#linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #SKYY!!#WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO WRITE FOR?!#I'm sorry his is short compared to the others #I tried guys #linked universe

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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

•••

“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-“ Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

•••

And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

#corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine #corpse x you #corpse husband x you

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honeybunnybeez · 4 years

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IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagines

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thebrokengate · 2 years

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I need Byler to be canon for lots of reasons but one of the biggest is because I’m petty and the idea of the menace the dennis shippers being right after all and feeing fully smug and vindicated in 2024 is nauseating. Like I know it’s just a shipping war but like when compared with j@ncy vs st@ncy it’s night and day. Whichever way the wind blows for Nancy won’t have any larger social implications at the end. But atp Byler vs. Muddy Waters feels like good vs. evil. Not because Mlvn as a ship is inherently evil- there are obviously lots of good Melvins- but because of the vile and cruel homophobic rhetoric- wishing aids on Will and so much worse- that has become the norm. The obnoxious Twitter mids with Millie PFPs who are genuine bullies and just rotten rotten people. The Melvins who send us vile anons on tumblr, etc. There’s some really dark shit, and yeah fandom is filled with all kinds of nonsense, but this is on another level. And to think those people would then be smug and move onto other fandoms and bring the same B.S. and cruelty there. It would set queer representation back so much and genuinely be damaging socially. And maybe that’s absurdly dramatic cause it’s just stranger things but idk I feel strongly about this at this point. good Lord I hope the duffers actually know what they’re doing and the kind of homophobic hornets nest they’ve sadly unleashed …

I'm going to take a few seconds to laugh at Menace the Dennis first, lol.. but yes, I very much agree. They would call us delusional forever and ever and continue spewing homophobia until the day the fandom dies out. I know they still will even if the Duffers pull through and make Byler canon, but it'll eventually fade because they can't do anything to change the outcome and they always have more straight ships to latch onto instead. Good queer rep is harder to come by, especially in something mainstream like Stranger Things, and Byler would be some of the best queer rep of childhood friends to lovers that I've seen. If Minecraft Steve was endgame, the toxic ones would lord over us 'till the end of time, gloating about how right they were instead of having sympathy for people who were queerbaited. And yes, it would be queerbaiting because of the romantic tropes literally used in the show (for example, like getting startled out of staring at each other where they were both startled which shows reciprocation, and interrupted conversations, both of which were used for other couples in the show itself and have been romantic tropes in media for years). It would send a terrible message narratively, that gay people can never have the same happy ending that a straight person can. It would've used Will's pain and his feelings only to further Milkvan. Not having Byler be endgame at this stage and caving to the homophobes would absolutely set us back at least a decade in queer representation, and it would make at least half of the narrative they've set up for this part of Will's story arc fall flat. But, as we keep saying, who really writes a slowburn rejection over 5 seasons? And why would they elect to avoid the typical ending for this kind of love triangle just to subvert expectations for an ending that's mediocre? Nothing else makes sense at this point.

#ask styx #byler

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Exhaustion

Kozik x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I get a Kozik x female reader, where she comes home one day from a busy work day - and she sits down next to Kozik. Some time passes, then the sons realise that she has fallen asleep on him - and maybe just some light teasing for Kozik ensues, as he carefully shifts to carry her to a quieter room. Then, she wakes at a later point, still half asleep, mutters some almost incoherent confession to Kozik, and falls asleep again. Then, he addresses the situation the next day and fluff!!!

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: We love some soft, sleepy confessions in this house! I switched up the location a little bit and also this totally tweaks the canon timeline but it’s fine we’re just here to have a good time lol. Did I write this on a Sunday night knowing I was taking Monday off because the previous week drained me so much I needed an extra day?? Maybe. Did I indulge in the softness of this to cope with that?? Definitely lmao. Also, if this trope is something that you’re interested in, I have a Juice Fic that runs along the same lines.

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It'd been a rough day, and overall an exhausting week at work. Everything in you was telling you to just go home and go to sleep because your entire body was screaming for rest. But as you were walking out to your car, you’d gotten a message from Kozik inviting you over to his place. He had a few of the guys over to drink beer and watch the fights that were on that night. It wasn’t going to be anything crazy, and it wouldn’t be as big of a crowd as it usually was. Not having a clubhouse for the time being meant that the get-togethers were a bit smaller, which suited you just fine, especially on days like the one you were having. You figured that maybe a good time and a distraction might be a nice way to end a bad week.

You had become an expert at changing in your car over the years. You hated going placed still in your work clothes, so you always kept a spare set of comfortable, casual clothes in your back seat just in case last-minute plans popped up, like they just had. The hoodie and leggings that you had swapped into were much better suited for hanging out with the guys than what you wore to work.

Pulling into Kozik’s driveway, you saw a few of the bikes parked out front. You smiled, instantly recognizing which bike belonged to each biker. Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you grabbed your purse off the passenger seat and hopped out of the car, locking the vehicle behind you as you made your way up to his front steps. You knocked as you let yourself in, which you supposed defeated the purpose of the knock.

Kozik materialized in front of you, having heard you knocking over the sound of the television. A smile spread across his face as he watched you take your shoes off and toss your purse off the to the side.

“You made it,” he laughed as he wrapped you in a hug, “Didn’t know if you were actually going to show. I know it’s been a rough week.”

You let yourself lean into him for a few moments before responding, “It was a close one, I won’t lie to you.”

He chuckled, “Well, if you wanna bail you know you can. I won’t take it personally.”

“Rest of us might, though!” Jax piped up from the living room with a smirk.

“And maybe some of you should,” you shot back with a smile, causing both of you to laugh.

“Go, sit,” Kozik nudged you towards the living room, “I’ll grab you a beer.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You immediately made your way over to the couch and sat down, gently bumping your knee against Juice’s in a silent greeting. He flashed you a warm smile before returning his attention to the television. Hardly a minute later, Kozik was sitting down on the other side of you and placing a nice cold beer in your hand. You smiled and nodded to him in thanks before taking a long drink from it.

“Day was that good, huh?” he asked somewhat quietly.

You chuckled and leaned against his side, “Whole fucking week has been that good. Just one fucking issue after another.”

“I’m sorry,” there was genuine concern in his eyes, “If you wanna go home you c—”

You shook your head, “No, no I’m good. Honestly, I think what I need is probably to just watch these dudes beat the shit out of each other,” you laughed quietly.

“Always makes me feel better,” he laughed as he casually draped his arm around your shoulders.

You didn’t comment on the closeness the two of you were sharing, on the warmth you felt radiating from his body and flowing over into yours. It was comforting, the kind of safety and reassurance you needed after a week from hell. You could feel Juice’s eyes on the two of you from the other end of the couch as he smirked at you, and you gave him a gentle kick in the shin, causing him to laugh and divert his attention to more important things. Kozik gave your shoulder a light squeeze and you let out a sigh of relief as you melted against him.

At some point, despite the cheering and joking that was happening around you, you fell asleep against Kozik’s side. Kozik hadn’t noticed, too busy being wrapped up in the fights and trying to figure out if he was going to win the bets he’d waged with the guys for the winners of the night. It wasn’t until he heard the soft thud of your empty beer bottle slipping from your fingers and onto the floor that he figured it out. He glanced down at you, halfway through a sentence asking if you were okay, when he saw you fast asleep against his side.

He was gazing down at you, trying to figure out what to do with you, when he heard Jax’s laughter. “She is knocked out, bro,” he chuckled.

“Yea, she is,” Kozik shook his head, “I can’t just wake her up…right?”

“No, don’t be an asshole,” Opie chimed in, shaking his head with a knowing smile, “Just let her sleep.”

“And, honestly,” Juice chuckled as he looked at you passed out against Kozik, “something tells me you couldn’t wake her up right now even if you tried.”

“Probably not,” Kozik laughed as he mulled that observation over in his mind for a few seconds. With a light sigh he stood up and carefully lifted you off the couch, draping you over his arms, “I’ll be back,” he said to the guys with a laugh as he carried you out of the fray of his living room, even though it clearly hadn’t bothered you enough to stop you from falling asleep in the first place.

“Yea, there you go, Prince Charming,” Jax called after him with a laugh, “Whisk her away.”

He carried you to his room and gently deposited you onto the bed. He was pulling the blanket up over you when you sleepily reached out and tugged at his arm. For a moment he was startled, but when he saw the exhausted look in your hooded eyes, he had to smile.

“Go back to sleep,” his voice was soft, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Where you going?” you mumbled, fingers wrapping gently around his forearm.

He smiled as he placed his free hand over yours, “Just back to the living room—fights are still on.”

“Kozik?” your eyes were already shut again as you laid against the pillow on his bed.

“Yea?” he couldn’t hide his amusement at how you were when you were sleepy.

“I think I’m a little,” you yawned as your hand loosened and fell from his arm onto the bed beside you, “a little in love with you.”

Your words caught him off-guard, but before he could even try to respond to them, you were passed out again, sprawled out over his bed. He stood there for a few moments, just looking at you and hearing your sleepy voice ringing in his head over and over. He raked his fingers back through his hair and took a deep breath before forcing himself to return to the rest of the people who were still at his house.

“All good, brother?” Opie saw the slightly dazed look on Kozik’s face and couldn’t help but to ask.

It snapped him out of it, and he smiled as he sat back down on the sofa, “Yea, all good.”

Kozik had opted to sleep on the couch for the night after everyone else had left. He woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of you trying to quietly get things out of the kitchen cupboards and failing. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When it was finally able to focus his vision, he felt his entire body get warm at the sight of you sleepily snooping around his kitchen trying to make your coffee.

“Good morning,” he said as he swung his legs, feet landing softly on the floor.

“Oh,” you spun around, coffee mug cupped tightly in your hands, not realizing that he was awake, “Morning,” you paused, “Coffee?”

He nodded, “Yea, sure.”

You made two cups and brought them over, handing one over to him as you sat down on the couch next to him. The outside of your leg rested against his as you each sipped on your coffee, letting a comfortable silence fill the room.

After a couple minutes you looked over at him with a smile, “Sorry for passing out here last night—guess I can’t hang like I used to.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Don’t apologize. I’m surprised you even came over. I know your week was…shitty.”

You laughed nodding, “It was. But I dunno, I like hanging out here, with you.”

He figured that there wasn’t going to be a better time to bring up what you had said the night before, so he did, “Hey, um, can I…can I talk to you about something?”

You turned your head to face him, nodding, “Of course.”

“Last night, when I brought you to bed. You, um, you mentioned something that I just feel like I should probably ask you about?”

You groaned, “Fuck. What’d I say? I swear, Kozik, I’m never trying to make you uncomfortable or—”

“You didn’t,” he didn’t want to allow you to continue going with that train of thought, “You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. You just…you said that you’re in love with me.”

Nerves shot throughout your entire body. You couldn’t even blame the confession on the booze, only having had one drink. It was just exhaustion and lowered inhibitions that got you to spill your feelings. It was hard to gauge from the look on his face where exactly he landed with it.

“You don’t have to try and save my feelings if you don’t feel the same way,” you told him with a shake of your head, “I’m sorry I even put you in this position at all.”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?” his eyes desperately searched yours.

You nodded, not able to say anything else for a moment. When you finally got your words in order, you said, “I do. I have for a while. I’m sorry if—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he closed the distance between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours. It caught you by surprise, and it took you a second to truly realize what was going on, but once you did you leaned into him, reveling in the way his hand felt as he came to cup the side of your face.

“I love you too,” he said, a little breathless as he took his lips off of yours.

You felt yourself smiling uncontrollably as you looked at him, “Sorry I just dropped that on you as I was passing out last night. Little bit of a dick move.”

“Wanna know what else was a dick move?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“What’s that?”

“You said that you’re only a little in love with me,” he laughed at the way you shrank back out of embarrassment. He set his coffee mug down so he could pull you back closer to him, “C’mon, you know I’m kidding. It was cute.”

“Yea?” your eyes searched his face.

He nodded, “Yea,” he kissed you softly on the lips, “But you do love me more than just a little, right?”

You laughed, nodding as you cupped his face in your hands, “Of course.”

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Rescued By A Hero

Request: Hi Plush!! I love your Shiggy work and I was hoping I could request something (this is soft shiggy anon btw). If you are up to doing Yandere, how do you think Shiggy would react if his darling came back to him after they got “rescued” by a hero? I use she/her pronouns but feel free to use any pronouns in it. I love your work and I would love to see how you feel about this!!!

A/N: all my mind has right now is Shigaraki (im also using Fatgum for this because I love him)

Tomura waits patiently in his room. While he’s usually the one to get things done in a timely manner or at least not waste time, he can give you mercy. You had to go out and you had kept your promise of checking up on him every ten minutes. At least, you had, until recently. He waits, biting his bottom lip and tearing off the skin; he’s growing impatient but he’s sure you have a good reason as to why you haven’t been responding to his calls or messages. When you walk through the door, he’s quick to rise, ready to reprimand you and remind you of the deal that you both made, but you hug him with a shaky body, apologizing and holding onto him. He’s startled, arms wide and away from you but he doesn’t know what happened. He waits for a minute, letting the initial shock wear off, until you pull away. You have tears in your eyes and there’s a bandage on your cheek. His gaze darkens, the knuckles of his fingertips ghosting over the bandage. You don’t allow him to ask the question, already explaining that you were mugged- at least a would-be victim until a hero came by to rescue you.

His eyes go wide and he’s pulling himself away from you. You continue to talk- your eyes glowing and your speech stuttering as you mention the jovial hero who came to your aid. You don’t seem to sense how agitated he’s growing, the way that his hands have now fisted, compared to yours that flutter to your bicep where the hero had no doubt touched you. He could only imagine what the hero did to you, the way that the hero is known to cushion, to shield people with his own body. He’s glad that you’re safe but you’ve been touched by a hero- something that you welcomed or at the very least, don’t hate.

Right now, you’re safe, but at what cost? The cost of someone else touching you? The cost of having someone other than him, protecting you? Jealousy and insecurity wraps tightly around him, making him feel sick. He can feel his skin prick, the itchiness that won’t seem to fade, and he resists, digs his nails into his hands to avoid associating you with his habit. He calls your name and it’s then that he realizes that you’ve still been rattling on and on about your encounter with the hero. However, you stay quiet, looking at him and finally seeing him. You frown and say his name in a soft, almost pitiful, whisper.

Barely in his vision, he can see your hands twitch upwards, moving to hold his that has pierced his skin. You barely inch forward before he’s hugging you tightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He wants to rid the touch of the pro-hero, his mouth filling with acid and stomach churning when he can smell something other than your perfume on you. He tricks himself into thinking that it’s possibly the one who had tried to rob you but that makes him feel worse, rather than jealousy, it’s anger that seeps in.

With the thought of someone hurting you so present in his mind, his arms tighten around you and he pulls away, he tries to mask his anger, but his grip on you is tight and he keeps you by his side. He sits you down, keeping a hand on you as he tries to collect his thoughts. If he’s worked up, it’ll do no good for you to recall the event. You may be safe now, but it could have been part of an organized crime, or even someone out there looking for revenge. He wants the details that you can remember. He needs to hear who it was; he doesn’t care if the one who tried to hurt you had already been arrested, you could still have a hit on you.

With every word, he grows frantic. His worry rubs off on you, your trembling returns, and he doesn’t seem to notice the way that your eyes grow wet with fresh tears. He ignored the bouncing of your leg, pushing you for further information until you’re sobbing in front of him. You’re mumbling his name, clinging to the bottom of his shirt and shaking your head. He stops, his words coming to a slow pace as you creep towards him and twist his shirt in your hands, begging for him to stop, that you’ll tell him whatever he needs, but you can’t- not right now. He takes a good look at you, seeing the way your clothes are still ruffled, wrinkled and ruined and the bandage that clings to your skin. You’re still terrified, still affected by the incident.

Rather than anger, guilt takes over. He hadn’t meant to be one of the worries in your life, to cause more trouble and anxiety over something. His arms return around you, his hold strong against you and he’s kissing the top of your head with his eyes wide and unblinking. He doesn’t know how to comfort, and can only mimic you when you comfort him. In an attempt to comfort you, he’ll hold you and apologize, his words genuine as he hadn’t meant to make you cry. You had gone through something rather traumatic and while you were still touched by another, it wasn’t something that he could blame you for.

While holding you, he has to remind himself that you didn’t want someone else to touch you. You still came to him when you walked into the hideout rather than telling everybody what had happened. You rushed into his arms and had even apologized- for not replying to him or for letting a hero touch you, he isn’t sure- and you were still here with him, accepting his apology and crying into his arms. He holds you, reminding himself that you still chose him in the end. That’s able to make him feel a bit more secure.

However, no matter what you say to him, he knows that it was his fault in the end. He’s the one who had let you go out. He hadn’t even allowed for him or for another member of the League to watch over you due to your pestering. You had gotten hurt because of his own negligence. He’ll have you take a shower, get rid of the scent of the person- the people- who had touched you. He’s tempted to decay the clothes, but you pull them close to your bare body, shaking your head and tell him that you can wash them. You can drown them in perfume and anything else until it’s only your scent that remains. He lets you keep the clothes, already biting his nails as to how to decay them without arising suspicion. When you come out of the shower, he pulls you close, his hands against your head and back, and he tells you that it’s better if you don’t go out for a while.

You’re safe, and that’s what matters but you still ran the risk of getting hurt. Tomura can’t let that happen to you, he won’t allow it. Seeing you cry- whether by his fault or that of others- is something that makes his mind scream, thoughts that rage and his vision red. You were hurt- the bruise on your skin, a dark purple with red scabbing taking over- and you came home terrified. You came to him terrified. He keeps you with him, has a hand lingering too close to your neck when he tells you that it’s best for you to rest with him for a while. At least until the man who hurt you is gone- for good, of course. You could have been hurt- badly- and you need to understand that when he keeps you locked in his room, it’s for your own safety. He’ll brush away a piece of stray hair, lean and peck the corner of your lips and will tell you that you understand, because of course you do- you’re smart and you’ll listen to him. After all, he knows best.

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spacexcowgirl · 4 years

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Lightning In A Bottle - G.W.

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: There’s no one who makes George feel quite as alive as Y/N. But will making a move ruin everything?

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Slight drug/high mention (blink and you'll miss it), alcohol insinuation, kissing, George being head over heels in love with Y/N, I don’t think there’s anything else but let me know?

A/N: for the anon who requested a George x Reader based on the song “Electric Love” ! I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go with this originally, but I decided to be lightly inspired by the tiktok trend with this song (where best friends kiss at the peak of the song). Pictures are from Pinterest.

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If you were to ask George Weasley what he was thinking about at any given time, his answer may vary, but always stay within a similar realm. Maybe he’d say pranks, or quidditch, or missing his mum. No response would be particularly groundbreaking, and you’d probably move on to his twin brother to receive a more outlandish and off-the-wall answer. What you wouldn’t know, though, is that whatever George chose to reply with, was most likely a lie.

You see, George did think about all of things listed, but there was something else that plagued his thoughts far more often than he’d ever like to admit. Y/N Y/L/N.

The two of them had been best friends for years now, having met during their first year at Hogwarts. Y/N had this presence that even at the age of 11 had pulled him in. His worst days could be brightened by her smile alone, his best days made impossibly better when she appeared at his side. She was like the strike of lightning shocking a darkened night sky to life, the sugar rush that surged energy throughout your body. She was a drug that brought George to his highest highs, and he would be remiss to let her slip through his fingers.

If it wasn’t clear, George was smitten with the girl. It had now been nearly half a decade that he had harbored feelings for her, and he had never acted on them. He was terrified of being rejected or messing up their friendship entirely. Some part of him was addicted to the rush her presence brought, the way she lit up every room and nearly set him, body and soul, ablaze. He couldn’t risk losing that over his silly feelings.

So, now he sat at a Gryffindor party, where he should be celebrating after a victory over Slytherin. But, he just didn’t have the heart for it. Not while he watched her speak animatedly to Roger Davies, a beautiful smile lighting up her entire face. Even from his place across the room, George could see that Davies was contributing very little to the conversation, but rather seemed just as enamored by her as everyone else.

“Keep staring, why don’t you?” A voice startled George slightly, causing him to gulp before realizing that it was only Fred. “Not like that’s creepy at all.”

“Oh shut it,” George grumbled in response, although he couldn’t help a slight blush from rising to his cheeks. He hated being caught looking like a lovesick puppy.

“Seriously, mate, when are you just going to man up and ask her out?” Fred took a sip from his cup, and George didn’t miss his slight grimace as the liquid burned his throat.

“We’re not talking about this.” George groaned.

Obviously, he was closer with Fred than anyone else in his life, but Fred just didn’t get it. He hadn’t met a girl that got his heart racing the way Y/N made George’s heart race. So, any girl that Fred was casually interested in, he went for. And it always worked out. George could take a shot at flirting with random girls that he thought were fit, because they didn’t really matter. But the idea of making a fool of himself in front of Y/N, the possibility of ruining things, it made him feel ill.

Fred looked as though he was going to press his brother further, but was cut off by the music stopping abruptly and a sharp whistle garnering his attention. In the center of the common room, Angelina Johnson stood atop a table, her hands cupping around her mouth as she made an announcement.

“Oi, we’re going to be starting a round of truth or dare, if you wanna join come over.”

Fred glanced over at his brother, a devilish glint sparkling in his eyes before they both wordlessly communicated that they would be playing. They wandered to the center of the room with a few others, Fred immediately jumping over the back of the couch with ease. George took a place on the floor instead, figuring someone else would want to sit on the couch more. He couldn’t help but grin widely when Y/N took a few steps, then plopped down on the plush carpet beside him.

“I‘ve hardly seen you all night, hot shot,” Y/N bumped her shoulder into his, a teasing smile on her lips. “What, you hit the most bludgers in a game and suddenly you’re too cool for your best friend?”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” George teased back, chuckling heartily when she gasped and lightly swatted at his arm. “I’m only kidding! Godric, woman, excuse me for wanting to give you your alone time with Davies.” He had intended for his words to come of jokingly, but he heard the way he sneered out the other boy’s name, and he couldn’t help but cringe.

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up, as if she truly had no idea what he was on about, but before the conversation could progress any further, Angelina was clearing her throat and garnering all those who gathered’s attention. She explained that if anyone refused to answer the truth or do the dare they were given, they’d have to take a shot to make up for it. Hums in agreement sounded around the circle, then it finally got started.

George could feel nerves bubbling in his stomach, because it seemed no one was holding back that night. Of course, he was always up for a challenge and very little scared him, but Fred was playing too. And every time he’d catch his brother’s eye, and Fred would shoot him that smirk, George knew he was planning something.

It was Neville who was the one to ask Fred ‘truth or dare?’ And George’s stomach immediately dropped. That meant Fred would be going next, and he was certain he’d be choosing him. After Fred finished his one-minute long hand stand, per Neville’s very PG dare, the older twin immediately set his gaze on his brother like a predator locking in on its prey. George gulped, causing Y/N to side-eye him warily.

“Georgie,” Fred cooed innocently. “Truth or dare?”

George pondered his options for a moment. If he picked truth, there was a chance Fred would ask something that would force him to admit his feelings for Y/N. Of course, he could always refuse and take a shot, but that would look awfully suspicious, wouldn’t it? Then again, he didn’t even want to imagine what Fred would come up with for a dare. Biting down anxiously on his bottom lip, George pleaded with his brother wordlessly.

“Come on Georgie, we don’t have all night.” Fred exhaled.

“Dare.” George settled on, not granting himself another moment to ponder which was the right choice. As the corners of Fred’s lips curled upward, making him looking strikingly like the Chesire Cat, George was certain he made the wrong decision.

“Alrighty then,” Fred leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

“You creep!” Y/N laughed out, clamping a hand over her mouth. “Why would you want to watch your brother kiss me?”

George was certain his face couldn’t get any redder, but his expression was contorted into one of anger. Fred had never understood limits, he always took everything a step too far, and usually George was the one to reel things back in. Fred’s expression seemed to soften at the sight of George’s genuine frustration, but it offered little reprieve to the situation.

“Or, he can take a shot. No big deal.” Fred scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck, doing his best to fix the situation he created. Everyone else seemed eerily silent as their gazes shifted between George and Y/N.

“Yeah, I’ll just take a shot.” George sighed.

“Why?” Y/N spoke, a little too quickly. If George didn’t know any better, he’d think she almost looked embarrassed.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable…” George trailed off sheepishly.

“Right, right,” Y/N nodded in understanding, but George could sense the change in her usual demeanor instantly. “That would be so weird, especially in front of everyone.”

“You guys could go into one of the dorms for privacy?” Angelina suggested, causing both George and Y/N to shoot her a glare.

George was prepared to come up with another excuse, to just take the shot and move on, but then Y/N sighed and glanced over at him, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. It was like the small action put him under a spell, and suddenly his mind was entirely blank. With a shaky exhale, he nodded, then stood and offered Y/N his hand to help her up.

There was a few shouts and hollers as the two exited the group, and George was certain he distinctly heard Lee shout ‘I expect Georgie to be wearing your lipstick when you two get back!’ But he could hardly focus on anything but the feeling of Y/N’s hand in his own. The people who weren’t playing the game sloppily danced and moved around, and George was careful to weave the two of them through the crowd as he guided her towards his dorm.

It was like a sort of electricity was surging between them, flowing back and forth between the spot of their interconnected hands. He found himself wondering if she could feel it too, hoping desperately that it wasn’t all in his head.

As they ascended the stairs, the music from the party became more and more distant. Still, even when they made it to his dorm and shut the door, they could lightly hear the muffled melody from below. George dropped her hand and looked around desperately, a quiet swear leaving his lips as he took in the disastrous state of his room. Of course, he hadn’t anticipated that the girl he was practically in love with would be in his dorm, so he hadn’t had the good sense to pick up.

“So…” Y/N trailed off, seemingly unfazed by the state of his dorm.

“So.” George repeated, scratching at the back of his neck.

Y/N breathed out a sigh before stepping further into his room and making her way towards his bed. She patted the spot next to her, signaling for him to join her. George was quick to oblige, of course.

Y/N’s eyes seemed to trace every inch of George’s face, her gaze soft. She was usually so energetic and lively, and George adored that side of her, but this newfound quiet demeanor had him weak in the knees. Godric, he longed to know every one of her sides, to memorize every quirk and edge of hers. After her eyes had exhausted the expanse of his freckled skin, they finally landed on his lips, before returning to his deep brown eyes. Then, slowly, she began to inch just a bit closer, her eyes fluttering shut.

George wanted this, so desperately. He wanted nothing more than to cup her face and kiss her senseless and fill her with that same electricity she constantly filled him with. But there was a small voice in his head that was telling him she would never feel the same way as him, and this was a recipe for heartbreak, and the moment their lips met, everything would be ruined. So, he pulled back abruptly and cleared his throat.

“We don’t have to do this.” George spoke hoarsely. “They’ll never know if we don’t.”

Y/N’s eyes remained shut, squeezing just a bit tighter as she let out what sounded like a disappointed huff. George could read the embarrassment on her face when she finally opened her eyes but couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, her eyes remained trained on her lap.

“Is the idea of kissing me really that awful?” Y/N’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

“What?” George sputtered, certain he must have misheard her. “No! No, that’s not what I mean—”

“What else could you mean?” Y/N’s voice raised, her usual fire seeming to awaken. “Godric, every chance you’ve tried to get out of it. Do you know how embarrassing that is, Weasley? Do you know how that makes me feel?”

George sat stunned, his mouth hanging slightly agape as she continued on her rant. She was now on her feet, angrily wringing her wrists. Her nose scrunched up in that little way it always did when she was frustrated, and even though it was clear she was not happy with George, he couldn’t help but be endeared by her even then.

“Obviously, you can do whatever you want. I’m not saying you have to kiss me.” She continued, pausing her pacing for a second. “But… We’re best friends, yeah? Am I really so bad you can’t stomach even a peck? What does that say about me, George?”

She allowed herself to glance at him for one moment, waiting to see if he’d grant her any answers, before scoffing and turning away. She was about halfway to the door when George’s senses seemed to come back to life and he forced himself to his feet to stop her. His hand gently encircled her wrist and she was quick to whirl around and look at him in confusion.

Perhaps it was the fact that George had dreamed about this moment for so long, but there were a number of things that stood out to him about it. For one, the sound of his pounding heart beat mixed with the music below, both gradually building up to a crescendo. And he knew, that was the moment.

Their lips collided right when the mixed sounds of the music and his beating heart seemed to hit their peak. It was as if everything in the universe had been building up to this moment, or at the very least everything in George’s universe had. His lips seemed to tingle where they connected, this mutual energy rushing between both of their bodies. Y/N arched against him, thankful when his arms found her waist and kept her from tumbling over. The passion he portrayed in the kiss made her knees feel weak, and all at once she felt both entirely useless and completely alive.

If George thought that just being in her presence had an effect on him, that was nothing compared to having her lips on his. The feeling of her body curved against his was certainly something he could get used to, and he was certain it would kill him to never experience it again.

Y/N was the first to pull back, slowly, and draw in a deep breath. George found that he couldn’t help himself, though, and chased her lips for another, shorter kiss.

When they finally pulled apart for real, they both gazed at one another with the same question in mind; what did this mean? Before George could speak up and ask, he got distracted by her once again biting down on her lip. He did his best to hold in his groan, knowing damn well she would be the death of him.

“Do you feel that, too?” Y/N spoke, her eyes searching between his.

Y/N didn’t have to explain what she meant, because George knew, and he did feel it. Instead of answering her, he removed one of his hands from her waist and took her hand gently in his own. He placed her palm over his heart, covering it with his own, and let her feel the rhythmic and steady pounding against his chest. Once he was sure she understood, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a light kiss against her knuckles.

“I only didn’t want to kiss you because… I knew I could handle never kissing you, never knowing. But to kiss you once then never again?” His voice was quiet, although he hoped it was reassuring. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do it.”

“George Weasley,” A smile grew on Y/N’s lips, the one he knew so well, the one that sent a shiver down his spine. “As long as you promise to always kiss me like that, I’ll never ask you to stop.”

With that, Y/N used the hand that remained around his neck to pull him down once more, grinning as their lips moved together. He flipped their position around and slowly began to walk her backwards to his bed, only pausing when she pulled back.

“You know, I think we’re gonna have to thank Fred after this.” Y/N teased, eliciting a groan to tear from George’s lips as he tilted his head back.

“Please, love, can we not talk about my git brother right now?”

Y/N’s giggles filled his ears like the sweetest melody, and he was certain that even a siren luring him to his death could succeed if they sounded as beautiful as her.

Y/N made him feel alive in the way she shot him little smiles at breakfast, or how she’d slide her notes to him when she knew he wasn’t paying attention, or how her voice would carry the loudest as she cheered him on during Quidditch. Now, he knew she also made him feel alive from the feeling of her soft lips against his, from the way her body arched into his touch, and how even in a moment like this, she’d find a way to joke. As he gently pushed her back onto his bed, he realized he couldn’t let her go now that he had her.

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yuukri · 3 years

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hey!! for a request, i was thinking abt a prompt with kugisaki and fushiguro? maybe something where kugisaki likes itadori and so does fushiguro. kugisaki has kept it to herself but one day fushi confides in kugisaki about it, not knowing she likes itadori too... 👀

anon, i'm sorry this took an age, but it's here and it's way more than the drabble i'd planned it OTL

“Ah, Fushiguro-san, please take a seat for me.” Nobara begins, pushing up a pair of, fake, square glasses up her nose.

“This…” Megumi pauses at the entryway, “This is my room?”

“Stalling will get you nowhere, my dear,” Nobara continues, shifting where she’s perched in the desk chair she stole from Yuuji’s room.

“Right,” Megumi says as he wanders towards his own chair, pulled out from where it was tucked by his desk this morning and now in the centre of the room facing Nobara.

They sit in a few moments of silence. Nobara adjusts what seems to be her iPad on her lap a few times and Megumi tries to figure out if he she picked the lock for his bedroom door or the sliding window.

“So,” Nobara finally says and he looks up at her. “What seems to be the issue?”

“What.” Megumi parrots.

“The issue.” Nobara insists.

“What issue?”

Nobara clucks her tongue, “Fushiguro? Denial won’t help us solve the problem. I put on my professional pencil skirt for this and everything.”

“Thank you?” Megumi says blinking blankly, “But I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Yesterday, at 12:17 pm, you texted me, and I quote - ‘this is becoming an issue, help…’ end quote.”

Megumi freezes.

“And when I ran over from where I was enjoying my lunch break antagonising Panda-senpai you acted like you didn’t know what I was talking about. You and Itadori just stood there, looking at me like the lemons you are.”

“I texted you yesterday during lunch?”

“Is that really all you got out of the last minute — ” Nobara begins, ire rising. Megumi pays her no mind, digging into the pocket of his tracksuit to find his own phone. He says a prayer to a god, any will do at this point, that when he opens his message app it will not show him what he thinks it will him.

The gods don’t listen. There, in his messages is his own chat box with Nobara, the offending text in his blue bubble and her answering rush of ‘?’ in response to it.

“I can explain,” he says weakly, cutting off her tirade. She finally takes off the silly glasses and he can see her full face again, her eyes look overwhelmingly big and earnest; it takes months of cultivated self-control to will away his instinct to blush.

“Out with it then!” She says excitedly, pulling her chain closer to his.

He looks away when she’s pulled up enough that they are almost eye-level, this close the floral scent of her perfume cocoons him. This is part one of the issue.

“Ihaveacrushonitadori…” he mumbles quietly, resisting the urge to hid his face in his hands by adjusting his position to sit on them. This is part two of the issue.

“What?” Nobara squawks, leaning even further forwards “I didn’t catch what you said. Say it again, again!”.

“I like you too,” Megumi thinks, “I was meant to send that text to Inumaki-senpai.” He adds as an afterthought.

“I’m not saying it again.” Megumi says instead, finally giving in to the urge to lean back.

“No, don’t be like this Fushiguro-kun. You were making leaps and bounds in progress; you even asked for help! Now is not the time to regress!” Nobara insists chasing after him as he tries to create ground between them.

The only reason perhaps she had not jumped straight onto his lap was a fear of the fragility of their office chairs. It would be pretty embarrassing to make it out of their missions of the week unscathed only to break a bone falling out of a desk chair, of all things.

“I said I have a crush on Itadori,” Megumi caves, Nobara freezes where she’s advancing. Everything down to her very lash, which Megumi can see in startling HD at this distance, seems to pause.

“Oh,” She says, drawing back, and Megumi is so glad he’s sitting on his hands, lest he do something dumb, like pull her back towards him.

“Yeah,” he says, more air than word, because if he doesn’t keep the focus on this he will say something else. And it’s one thing confirming to your very pretty best friend that you are in fact in love with your mutual other very pretty best friend, it’s another thing confessing to the first best friend on top of that.

Nobara slings her left leg over her right, and picks her glasses back up. Megumi tries not to fidget.

“That’s it?” She asks.

“What.” Megumi says. He doesn’t actually know what he was expecting from this confession but this eerie calm isn’t it.

“Is you liking Itadori the only issue.”

“No.” Megumi thinks. “Yes,” Megumi says. Nobara seems to hesitate again after the answer, an almost flinch as she adjusts the iPad in her lap and the glasses on her nose.

And then like some sort of switch has been flipped, she explodes again. “You loser! Like anyone with eyes isn’t aware that your literally in love with Itadori! Did you only realise yesterday, is that your text of realisation, you absolute dumbass —” she rages, closing all the distance she had put between them again.

At some point during the rant, which Megumi hardly processes over being so closed to the other, Nobara flings her iPad onto his bed so she can liberate her hands and gesticulate wildly. She looks pretty, impassioned like this and Megumi can’t eradicate the ghost of a smile that creeps up his face at the sight of her.

“Are you laughing right now?!” She screeches, forgetting all rationality and sending them both toppling to the ground as she moves from her chair and into his lap. They hit the floor with a dull thud and in a tangle of limbs as her hands reach up to cushion his head from the impact and he angles his body so she doesn’t hit the ground too hard.

They lay there for a bit, in a stunned, incredulous silence before bursting into giggles. Giggles so loud they totally miss the bedroom door opening.

“Are y’all okay?” Yuuji asks where he’s standing in the doorway. He’s still wearing his winter jacket from where he’d been out on some errands, his nose a pretty pink flush from the cold. Megumi feel’s his chest seize at the sight of him.

Nobara adjusts herself so she’s no longer crushing him but instead laying comfortably atop him, chest to chest. “We’re fine.” She sighs, false put out with mirth in her eyes.

Where they are pressed together, Megumi can feel the elevated pound of her heartbeat.

“Oh.” He thinks, slinging around her waist. “Yeah, just fine.” He says instead.

#chellywrites #chel works on the bathhouse floor #requests #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #itafushikugi #ik the prompt was a bit angstier with the whole norbara loves yuuji too but i couldn't commit to the angst today im sorry OTL #enjoy this miscommunication scene which eventually leads to an offscreen three-way confession #ya kno ... instead of nobara agonising over her friends lol...#hope you don't mind i pushed my itafushikugi agenda on this nonny thanks for the request again

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theimprobabledreamersworld · 3 years

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““ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “” with Janus and Remus or Virgil?

Thanks for this request anon! I wrote this with Remus and Virgil, then Janus is mentioned here and there :)

There's warnings for injury detail, a fight mention and swearing but it's not too graphic! It was fun writing enemies to lovers- but it's a pretty slow burn, I'm almost tempted to write a part two for this :) This is basically the start of an enemies to friends to lovers.

Hope you enjoy! <3

General writing taglist: @psychedelicships @jwillowwolf @lost-in-thought-20 @red-imeanblue @writerwithtoomanyships

Read on Ao3!

I hate you, but I'll look after you.

Remus/Virgil (Pre-Dukexiety)

Warnings: Injury detail, fight mention, swearing

The firm knock on the door startled Virgil awake. He rubbed his eyes and realised that he had fallen asleep on the sofa once again while watching some complete garbage on the TV. He stumbled over to the front door as the knocking became more insistent and frantic.

“Alright, alright! Calm the fuck down down, I’m coming!” The irritation clear in his voice, whoever was on the other side of this door better have a good excuse. He grabbed his key and unlocked the door before pulling it open aggressively. Virgil was about to shout again but faltered when he saw the sight in front of him.

It was Remus, a person who has been in his life for many years. They never got on, or agreed on pretty much anything. They argued and bickered whenever they were in the same room as each other, which continued to the point where they hated each other with every bone in their bodies. They’ve had to be physically separated on multiple occasions by their long suffering friend Janus who was always caught in the middle of their altercations. Enemies would be the perfect word to describe them, but even in the epitome of hatred, Virgil couldn’t turn away.

“Woah… you look like shit.” He said in a matter of fact way. Remus was clutching his side and he was gripping the pillar next to the door with all the strength he had left. There were cuts and bruises all over him, a particularly nasty cut shone in the light above his eye. His other eye was swollen and he was clearly in pain, but despite it all he managed to smirk and give Virgil a sarcastic comment in response.

“Aww, thank you! Ah, Virgil. My mortal enemy. After all these years, it’s nice to hear a genuine compliment from you.” Virgil rolled his eyes before grabbing Remus’ shirt and dragging him inside the house. That cut on his head was concerning if nothing else. He finally lets go of Remus and pushed him down onto the sofa. He clicked his fingers while pointing to him as a warning. Move, and there will be more injuries for me to clean up. Remus slouches on the sofa, the pain was starting to get to him and he was not in the mood to argue or intensify the situation. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the pain, so he looked around the room while listening to Virgil moving around the kitchen getting things out of cupboards.

He had to admit, this wasn’t he was expecting Virgil’s house to look like. Given his coldness and callousness towards Remus, he didn’t anticipate how… warm the house felt. The rich purple walls covered in photo frames, the tables with various textbooks on them, and the windowsills that had several plants on them. Unlike Remus’ place, these plants were alive and thriving. Seeing this side of Virgil made him realise that he wasn’t the tough, closed off guy he had always assumed him to be. He shook his head of that thought, he only came here because he was desperate, not out of any kind of sentiment. Remus began to try and assess the extent of his injuries, so he carefully placed his fingers on his face and hissed when he felt the deep wound above his eye.

Remus was so busy making his injuries worse that he didn’t realise that Virgil had come back into the room and was moving everything onto one arm so he had a hand free. He walked up behind Remus and slapped his hand away from his face. He whimpered like a lost puppy and Virgil rolled his eyes for the hundredth time since Remus turned up at his door unannounced.

Virgil dumped his arsenal of first aid equipment on the coffee table, and he sat down on the other end of the sofa while scanning Remus’ face trying to decide which cut to clean up first. Remus watched as Virgil concentrated, and how he tried not to make eye contact. He laid out everything that he needed, and Remus’ eyes widened in fear as he saw the bottle of antiseptic. Had he fallen for some kind of trap? Virgil wasn’t going to help him at all… he was going to hurt him.

“Oh, I see. You’re going to use this opportunity to torture me… tell me. How much have you dreamed of this moment?” He tried to mask the fear he felt with sarcasm, but he chastised himself due to how scared he sounded. He’s had many experiences with wounds being cleaned up, and the agony that comes with the antiseptic. Virgil was pouring it onto some gauze when Remus began to speak, and when he reached the end of his performance, Virgil stopped what he was doing and put it down carefully on the side while sighing.

“You know I have to use it to help you, you dumbass. Yes, it’s going to hurt, but I’m not going to enjoy it… what do you take me for?” He grabbed a new bit of gauze before putting the antiseptic on it once again. He took a deep breath and waited for Remus to nod reluctantly before dabbing it delicately on the cuts. The other ones were okay, Remus grit his teeth and dug his hands into the cushion next to him. When the smaller cuts were cleaned up, Virgil turned his attention to the worrying one above the eye, and despite his best efforts, Remus couldn’t help but cry out every time the gauze touched his head. He couldn’t see it because his eyes were closed, but Virgil looked at him with sympathy, regretting the fact that he was causing pain. Even though they have caused each other a significant amount of pain and injuries over the years, this was different.

“Okay. It’s done. I’ve patched up what I can, you’ll need to keep an eye on them all, especially the one above your eye… so as payment for my kindness. Tell me what the hell happened to you. Now.” It was Virgil’s turn to try and disguise the worry in his voice, but it failed. Remus heard the sincerity and sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy to admit given their history. He winced as he sat up properly but stared at the floor as Virgil waited patiently for an answer.

“I was walking home earlier tonight, I saw some of our old… friends. They were talking shit about you. Bad stuff, even by my standards. I couldn’t help it, I- I saw red and I went for them. They got me in return pretty good… but I think they got my message loud and clear.” He looked up and saw Virgil staring at him in shock, confusion danced in his eyes and Remus leant back a little, not looking forward to the response.

“This all happened… because of me?” Virgil’s breathing started to get frantic, and Remus could feel the anger coursing through Virgil. “Why the HELL would you do that?! You HATE me!! I hate you! Where the fuck was Janus?” Remus shrugged, he didn’t know how to explain why he did what he did, but the hatred he usually felt wasn’t as strong, not anymore.

“I went to him first, but Janus wasn’t home, and no fucking hospitals. We might hate each other, Virgil… but the only person who can talk shit about you is me.” He couldn’t help but smile when Virgil chuckled at the statement. It was nice to see Virgil smile, it made him feel like all of this was worth it. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 2am, so he pushed himself off the sofa and gave Virgil a nod of appreciation. Virgil followed suit just to make sure he got down the street safe. Not that he cared… of course not. As he stepped in front of Remus to open the door, he turned back trying to work out what to say.

“You know, as mortal enemies go… you’re the best one a person could have.” Virgil shuffled his feet before looking up at Remus. They smiled at each other, lingering in the company before Remus finally made the first move and left into the night.

As he heard the door shut behind him, he felt his cheeks that were red hot. Maybe Remus didn’t hate Virgil anymore, not really. Unbeknownst to him, Virgil was leaning against his door thinking the exact same thing.

#dukexiety #thomas sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #ts janus #ts fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #human au #tw injury #tw fight mention #tw swearing

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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tsumtsumland · 4 years

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8 from "i love you" sfw with kenma kozume

Um, hello to you too anon. I hope you like this ☺️

Kenma + ❣️#8 “Did you eat?” + SFW

Your phone vibrates again for the fourth time in about 3 minutes. You glance at it but ignore it again, in favor of focusing on your paper that’s due in a couple days. You’ve gotten a good start and you don’t want anything to break your concentration.

However, when it starts vibrating again, the other occupants of your table at the library shoot you annoyed glares. You give them a guilty look and apologize quietly, grabbing your phone and speed-walking out together the library.

You only look down at the screen when you make it outside. There are 4 missed calls from Kuroo, and a text telling you to answer your phone. You frown wondering what was wrong. You and Kuroo were friends, but you weren’t that close, for him to be calling you that much, unless...

You gasp.

Your fingers fumble around, heart racing already at the thought of something bad happening to your boyfriend, for his best friend to be calling you so much.

“Kuroo?” you gasp, a little out of breath with how fast your heart was beating

“Y/N? Where were you?” Kuroo questions, genuinely curious, because you were generally always around to answer your phone or respond to messages.

“In the library! I have tons of stuff due next week, I just thought I’d get a head start, is everything okay?!”

“Calm down, everything is fine, it’s just, Kenma...” Kuroo sighs, “He’s stuck in his room again, he hasn’t been out in two days y/n, you know how obsessive he gets about this new business venture.”

You sigh both in relief and a little anger. You’d talked to your boyfriend several times before about his habit of locking himself away for days on end when he’s focusing on something to do with his start-up gaming enterprise.

“I’m on my way,” you respond to Kuroo and hang up the phone.

Gathering up your things quickly, you apologize again to the other people you disturbed earlier, and head out of the library.

The trek to Kenma’s apartment isn’t long, and you find Kuroo standing sheepishly in front of the door when you get there.

You hold up the spare key to the apartment in victory when you fish it out of your purse, “Here we go...”

You’re not sure what to expect when you open the door, but you’re not shocked to find Kenma hunched over his desk, eyes wide and red, staring at several monitors attached to the wall and placed on his desk itself.

“Kenma...” you mumble quietly, not to spook him, because you know he’s so caught up he probably hasn’t even realized you and Kuroo were there.

Your hand gently prods at his shoulder, breaking him out of his trance, and he looks at you a little startled.

“Y/n? Kuroo? What are you doing here?” Kenma mumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

“You’ve been in here for two days...” Kuroo admonishes, folding his arms.

“Oh...I didn’t...realize...” Kenma sighs. He rubs calming circles with his thumb on your hand that’s on his shoulder.

“Did you eat?” you ask him, worried that he hadn’t.

Kenma nods, “I did...yesterday I think...but I’m hungry now,” he looks at you with a tiny smile.

You shake your head and sigh, “Let me make you something,” you chirp, and head off to his kitchen with him following after you.

You hear him tell Kuroo that he can leave, and the bark of a scolding coming from the other boy makes you laugh.

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