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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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more team up tickles for shadow company and kortac but it’s just Reader getting attacked?

I wrote a Shadow Company fic on accident. Sorry. I'll post something for KorTac tomorrow, if I remember to do it. But even then, it'll only be Horangi and König. König because I love him, and Horangi because I've written team up tickles with him and König before.

Shadow Company Team Up Tickles

It’s not that unlikely that some of them would take a little bit after Graves. Some of them would be confident and cocky. Some of them would become rather touchy. Some of them would become playful. It’s not that uncommon for the Shadows to goof around a little bit. They’ll playfight plenty, and tickle fights are not unheard of either. Sometimes the Shadows make plans regarding who’s going to be their next victim. Usually it’s Graves, but sometimes their goofy boss joins in on the fun. However, today you seemed a little more on edge than usual. Although nothing in particular may have happened, you were still a little pissy. A few Shadows have approached you already, trying to soothe your anger with hugs, cuddles and kisses. Angry as you were, you turned them down. So naturally, more drastic measures needed to be used against you.

You were in the training room, silently seething as you stared at the punching bag. Could you really let out your anger like that? Or would it only be a gateway into something worse? You weren’t sure. With earphones in your ears, you opted for finding the right song instead. Something aggressive. Some form of death metal would do. Distracted by the device in your hand, you ignored the majority of the world, as you had been all day now. With a sigh, you could feel the anger rising yet again as you were unable to find the correct song to set the ideal mood. Had it been up to you, you would have thrown your phone on the floor and smashed it into a thousand bits and pieces. The music you were currently listening to wasn’t nearly aggressive enough. You needed something to rip heads off to.

A tap on your shoulder and you turned around. Met with a cocky smile, you were not quite in the mood to return it, you found yourself face to face with Phil, a few Shadows entering the training room behind him. Although you would have loved nothing more than to ignore him, you took out your earbuds.

“Looking a bit stressed there, sugar.”

“Phil, I am this close to killing someone. What is it?” Holding back a sigh, you counted the Shadows behind him. There were three. 8-4, 7-2 and 2-3. The three that tried to cheer you up today. You were fairly certain they were up to no good, even if you weren’t quite sure what they were going to do. Regardless, you wanted nothing to do with it.

Phillip slung an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “Just needed to cheer you up a little. Can’t have you sulking around all day, after all. Give us a smile and we’ll leave you alone.” There was quite a bit of strength to him, you likely couldn’t pull away from him if you tried.

“Nothing to smile about in my life. I’ll be fine, just leave me alone. I’m just gonna blow off some steam tonight and by tomorrow I’ll be back to my usual self, I’m sure of it.” On the one hand, you wanted to lean into him. On the other hand, you wished you could have just weaseled your way out of his grasp. In the end, you opted for staying completely still, letting Phil do as he pleased.

8-4 walked up to you, gently taking your hand in theirs and placing a kiss on top of it. “We’re gonna leave you alone once we’re certain you’re not gonna blow the place to smithereens. For now, just relax, we’ll take care of everything.”

7-2 was wearing her usual, cocky grin. Oh, she thought she was so much better than you. She had something planned. They all did. If you spent any more time with them, that’s when you were going to blow up the company and everyone in it. 2-3 seemed shy, as per usual. Had you not been so angry at nothing, you would have assured him that everything was going to be alright. Not that you understood how someone as anxious as him was such a capable soldier anyway. Sweet as he was, you couldn’t believe he was such a good leader.

Now it was 7-2’s turn to speak up as she made her way towards you. Standing still right in front of you, she put her hands on your hips. “Sweetie, you’ll be leaving this room with a big smile on your face, I’ll personally make sure of it.”

“And how are you going to do that, bastard? I woke up ready to murder someone.”

Slowly, she ran her fingers up your sides, tenderly holding onto your ribs. “I have my ways.” That twinkle of mischief in her eyes did not go unnoticed by you. And all of a sudden, it hit you.

“Don’t you fucking dare, asshole,” you snarled, baring your teeth. As much as you loved her, as much as you loved all of them, you couldn’t believe just how stupid all of them were.

“Oh, I think I will.” Her eyes showed nothing short of madness as she held onto your wrist. She was considerably taller than you, considerably stronger as well as a result. No matter how much you fought, no matter how much you struggled to break free, she slowly brought your arms above your head. “You’ve insulted me for the last time today. You’re gonna apologize to us all, won’t you?” Even as you tried to kick her, she did not budge.

Phil released you. “2-3, your turn. You’ll be starting off nice and slow. Maybe you can get our beloved little Shadow down onto the ground. You have two minutes. Make them count, soldier.”

“Fuck you! All four of you! I’m going to get my revenge on all of you once I get out of her fucking grasp. You dumb brute, I’m going to make sure to give you nightmares!”

You could merely watch as 2-3 placed himself behind you. He put his hands under your shirt, waiting another few seconds. “I’m sorry, but you kind of deserve this today.” And with that, he skittered his fingers over your sides. You jerked away from his touch, closer to 7-2. 2-3 was gentle, you wanted to punch him for it. Although you squeezed your eyes shut, you did not giggle. No, you were much stronger than that. What kind of soldier would break after the first few gentle touches? As he drew circles on your tummy, it quivered a little bit. No matter how close you pressed yourself to 7-2, he always found a way to get you there. When he ran his fingers across your back, you hid your face in 7-2’s shoulder.

“Damn, if you wanted a hug so bad, you could have just said so.”

“Shut- Shut up! I’m concentrating here!” That cunt honestly had the gall to hold both of your wrists in one hand, snaking her arm around your waist and squeezing your side rapidly. Unfortunately, that was enough for you to push her away, falling right into 2-3’s arms. As you stepped back, he placed a leg behind yours, making you trip. Although he may have caught you, he still lowered you onto the ground, making you even more vulnerable. Naturally, 7-2 took this as an invitation to straddle you. However, other than that, she did nothing. None of them did.

“Good job. 8-4, would you like to have a go solo? We’re all going to to wreck our little grump together afterwards.”

“Don’t you fucking dare humiliate me like that,” you growled, spewing poison at those snakes. They had the antidote to it, however, as they didn’t even flinch.”

“I’m gonna hold our little sugar cookie down, you do as you please, alright?” No matter how much you thrashed, no matter how much you tried to buck her off, 7-2 stayed right on top of you.

8-4, that bitch damned to an eternity in hell, kneeled down next to your feet, taking off your shoes. “You know, all of that could have been prevented easily. Just be nicer towards us next time and we’re gonna be nice to you too! Even though I think we’re being merciful towards you right now, we’re just making you smile, love!” And with that, they started scribbling away at full speed, never even once considering your feelings.

You tried to kick, you tried to thrash, but it was no use. Biting your lip so hard, you drew blood, you started to smile.

“Aw, darl, you’re looking mighty adorable with a smile on your face. It suits you!” You didn’t even notice as Phil knelt down beside you. “Just let the damn break, we’’ll all be happier if you do.” And with that, he dug his fingers into your armpits. You almost screamed when he did that. Clamping down your arms, curling your toes, it was soon too much for you and you actually started laughing. Grabbing Phil’s hands, you almost always missed. And when you did grab one? Bastard held your hand for a few seconds, giving it a few reassuring squeezes before going back to tickling you. “Look at you, you’re so cute. We should get you good like this more often.” He cooed. As much as you despised that fact, he sounded as though he was being honest. But then again, he wouldn’t be torturing you like this if he didn’t enjoy it.

Another two pairs of hands joined in, one tickling your ribs and your stomach, alternating between those two spots, and the other going for your other foot. One pair of hands was gentle, drawing small circles on your soles, gently caressing it, the other pair was rough, drilling into your ribs, vibrating there and being rather unrelenting.

“Will you apologize now?”

“You should laugh more often. We should do this more often!”

“I’m not being too rough here, am I?”

“No, if anything, you should be rougher. Hold the toes back like this and scratch like that.”

You screeched, tears welling up in your eyes. The sensation was overwhelming.

“PLEASE STOP!! I’M SORRY!! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!!”

And with that, all eight hands ceased their onslaught at once. Panting, you just lied there, eyes closed.

“You better not have pissed yourself.”

As much as you would have loved to retort with a “shut up”, you stayed quiet. If you had been rude, you might have had to go through this again.

“You cheered up now?”

“Yes, I’m… I’m sorry.”

You were being sat up and held against someone’s chest. Judging by their scent, it was likely Phil. Wrapping your arms around him, you hid your face in his shoulder. Although he may have been an idiot at times, your commander still stood for safety. He could always make the others go away, should he feel more merciful now. Another hand rubbed your back.

“We didn’t go overboard, did we?” You didn’t respond.

“Oi, fuckface, you do realize that just about the entire base would help you get back at us, right? You better keep that revenge close to your heart, I wanna get a good fight out of you next time.” Cunt. And yet you loved her for being so stupid. And yet you loved all of them, despite being the greatest morons on the planet. They were your morons, and you were theirs.

“Do you want me to bring you a snack? Maybe some water? Wouldn’t want you to be too exhausted, after all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. But thank you.” Snuggling more closely into Phil, you slowly calmed down.

“Let’s get you to bed, shall we? Do you want me to carry you?” His voice was teasing, but you knew Phil would have carried you to bed if you said yes. It was tempting. Being in the arms of your strong commander sounded nice. But then again, a small snuggle pile with all four of them sounded ideal right about now as well.

You ended up heading to bed either way, surrounded by all four of them. Although they may not have joined you with sleeping immediately, making sure you were alright for the majority of the evening, they did eventually. You loved your boyfriends, your girlfriends and your partners. Although they were bastards, each and every single one of them, you could always count on them. On the battlefield as well as on base.

#cod #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #shadow company #shadow company x reader #SC is a big poly group in this #I've written a lot of tickle stuff. this is the third tickling request I've gotten so far. but I don't mind #I once actually wrote some pretty lengthy HCs of Gaz as a lee and a ler but I never posted them #I have a few for Ghost as well actually #people seem to actually like my cod tickles quite a lot which surprises me #pretty sure some of them are kinksters. it's a comfort thing more so than anything else for me though #I'm so tired but writing this kind of cheered me up actually #not my best work but it's acceptable enough #I'm so tired. but I'm looking forward to writing König tickles tomorrow #sorry for the lack of enthusiasm today. I'm really tired but I wanted to get this done #I was actually going to write HCs but it turned into a fic. people don't usually mind that too much though #anon see it like this: your request inspired me enough to write a fic which is really rare #more tickles tomorrow I suppose. I don't have any requests right now anyway which is good #gives me more time to focus on everything else

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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hey, I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, I'd like to request a eddie x reader :) reader is best friends with chrissy, but still shy & in the background. i'd love some intense & oblivious mutual pining between eddie&y/n & friends to lovers. Chrissy knows about y/ns feelings bc it's really obvious, tries to include eddie to kinda make them spend time together, y/n is jealous bc she thinks eddie is only interested in chrissy, so maybe some friendshipangst but happy end <3

eddie munson x shy!fem! reader + mutual pinning

hellloooo anon !! my requests are open just for untitled small-ish (actually lengthy) imagines & blurbs!! not the oneshots (those are usually up to 5k words)

i do hope you like this !! <3

kinda suggestive in the ending ;>

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it was kind of awkward at first.

you’ve always been the quiet and reserved type of girl. shy in most parts when it comes to social interactions, you’ve always stayed inside of your comfort zone, still afraid to come out. nothing was wrong with that! it’s just that sometimes— you wish you were more than this quiet best friend of chrissy cunningham’s. yes, chrissy the head of the cheer team. chrissy the kind and sweet girl of hawkin’s high. chrissy was an amazing best friend, she was the only person who could understand your comfort of silence, being understanding and never judging why you were like this. it’s just you.

and here you are, school ending, linked arm to arm with her as she talks side to side with eddie munson. eddie munson, the supposed ‘freak’ of hawkins high. the devil worshipper, the drug dealer— the dnd club leader and dungeon master— stated by dustin. eddie’s a sweet guy since the first you’ve met him in class. he’s a class clown, likes to goof around the teacher’s back, intimidates maybe some few students with his style, fucks around with jason carver and sometimes causes a havoc inside of the cafeteria. he’s funny, good-looking, kind and—

you like him. yes, you have a crush on him since day one. the day since he had absently helped you clean up the classroom after hours. you two spoke, only for a bit, but you got hooked since the moment he made you laugh. and that was it— he probably doesn’t remember that moment but that set the course of your secret crush on him. which is a crucial secret you’ve harbored today— or so.

“it’ll be cool! this’ the one time to get you girls a peek of what i actually do for fun than sell shit here.” he shrugs, walking backwards as chrissy rolls her eyes at him. you only let a small smile on, seeing the interaction between them. “and i swear to you, chris’. gareth rocks the drums, no kiddin’, total badass.”

“you want us? me and y/n to go to your gig inside of a bar, eddie? do you know how’ll that look like?” she laughs as eddie shrugs, completely unaware how that’ll look. two girls inside of a bar, full of drunk men. to say, it was very surprising the queen of hawkins high had befriended the boy, unexpected it to you as well.

“i don’t know. well, makes our five person crowd turn into seven, which is better—“

“and haven’t you thought of the creeps and drunks in there for us?” she raises a brow as eddie scoffs at that. looking smug.

“please! if you’re worried about jackasses getting up on ‘ya, you have four men on guard and that includes me.” he gestures to himself proudly as chrissy sighs.

“c’mon, chris’! loosen up a little, get drunk while we play and it’ll be the best night of your lives!” eddie roared, earning a few snickers and glares from the students passing by. he didn’t care about that as you watched him dearly, whilst chrissy was shaking her head. admiring his smirk and eagerness for you two— well, maybe just for chrissy, to come.

“eddie. as much as i like to go to your gig tonight. i just don’t think—“

“oh, c’mon. we’ve hanging out since— since, you’ve been pulling me to your hang outs. isn’t it my time to ask you to hang-out?” eddie hummed as he walked along side now. putting his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. you stared ahead, letting them talk with one another. a little sting in your heart that you wished eddie would have that same energy to you. mostly he’d just acknowledge you were there beside chrissy, they were close as you can tell. you didn’t know if it was you or not— but certainly you knew he’s got eyes for your best friend. isn’t everyone?

as hurtful as it is to your feelings for him, you just bottled it up knowing none will happen otherwise. eddie was kind to you, that was most important, and you were fine being the extra in the little tension between chrissy and him. you just wished you were more outgoing to match his personality— but fate was like this. you’d accept it, not wanting to hope for more— hope for him to look at you like he looks at chrissy. you could feel the bitter taste in your tongue as you swallowed up the heartbreak inside of you. you just wished you were… more.

“earth to y/n? hello?” a pair of fingers snapping in front of you made you jump a bit seeing eddie beside you with a grin. your heart thumped as you tried to remain calm, a heavy whiff of his earthy fresh cologne engulfed your nose alongside the scent of cigarettes and hint of weed, you guessed. god, he smelled good—

“y-yes?” you stammered, looking up to meet his eyes. you swore you felt mushy seeing those doe brown eyed orbs stare at you with a glint behind them. eddie seem to pause a bit as he smiled at you sweetly.

“do you wanna come tonight?” he asked, tone low and soft this time than a while ago. “my gig— tonight. since your bestie don’t wanna— but it’s fine if you don’t want to—“

“i’d love to.” you answered quickly, blushing afterwards hearing yourself too excited. “i-i mean, yes.” way to go. you sighed to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“that’s cool. yeah, fucking cool.” eddie bit his lip as he turned to chrissy with a smirk now. chrissy had a huge smile on her face as she stared at you, seeing you all shy and timid around him than usual. she rolled her eyes at eddie as you watch them quarrel again.

“are you sure, angel?” she asked you, pushing eddie’s shoulder when he was about to cut her off.

“she’s sure, chris’!”

“i’m sure.” you nodded, feeling a little bashful that he’s beside you. the warmth of him driving you crazy. you could feel him lean forward, his chest brushing against your back as he stuck his middle finger to chrissy, gesturing to his win. you swore you’d turn into a puddle how close he is. chrissy seemed to grin at the two of you, opting to dismiss the thought in her head as she focused on the annoying metalhead.

“fine! you won this time, munson. we’ll go.” chrissy shoved his hand away as eddie pumped his fists up in the air. you giggled, snuggling beside chrissy as she sighed at him.

“i’ll pick you up later?” she offered and you nodded. unlinking your arms, knowing you have to go back home to find an suitable outfit.

“i’ll call you.” you affirmed as you hugged her goodbye. chrissy kissed your cheek as you turned to eddie. oblivious knowing your best friend was watching the way you curled your fingers, knowing you were nervous. she smirked at that.

“i’ll see you later, sweets.” he winked as you nodded, waving him goodbye, feeling your stomach flutter as you walked away.

eddie watched you with longing eyes, your quiet and timidness as cute factor he so adored, remembering the moment chrissy introduced you to him. chrissy eyed him with suspicion now, oh, it was very obvious— so stupidly obvious how the two of you were pinning for each other. just that she knew something was blocking the two of you from confessing and it was hurting her head! you and eddie looked perfect for each other— and she was going to make it her mission to get you two going on for tonight.

“i say watch the way you look at my best friend, munson.” she teases as eddie blushes, eyes widening as he scoffs, feeling embarrassed he’s been caught or so.

“what the fuck do you mean?” he dumbly scratches his head, acting oblivious as chrissy taps her foot, rolling her eyes at him. idiot.

“nothing.” she walks away, leaving eddie to ponder what the hell did she mean by that. chrissy grins to herself, knowing well what to do now.

•••

“they’re gonna start!” chrissy says, sitting right next to you inside of the hideout. the bar was somewhat decent, it was for drunks— that you knew seeing it was crowded, but decent enough that you two got a seat closer to the stage. the dim lights shined before them seeing the logo of the drum-set came into life. corroded coffin was written on it, proud and very rock looking as you waited for them to finish setting up. you were excited, so excited seeing him perform. one of your daydreams come into life.

“whatdya’ think about eddie performing?” chrissy smiled widely as you shrugged.

“he’s…” you didn’t know what to say as eddie turned to the microphone, a wide grin and a new aura coming from him. you were stars trucked, he greeted the crowd first, some had cheered on and others were intrigued. the main kicker for your beating heart was the moment he shredded his guitar after gareth’s counting, you swore you’d faint on the spot. chrissy cheered on as you stared at him in awe, seeing him look so in his place, a glimpse of what more you can see in eddie.

and it made your heart burst happily.

the crowd cheered to the next three songs they did. all covers from their favorite bands— eddie sang them all, sweat beading his forehead, his shirt clinging to him tightly as he gripped the microphone, his gestures lit up the room as you watched him. smiling widely, as his gaze tore to where you and chrissy were seated. you froze on the spot, not knowing where his eyes stayed if it were yours or to chrissy. you didn’t know really. his eyes seemed to hold something, unspoken, but loud enough for you to know it was something. it was you, was it? was it—

no.

your mind shouted, you looked to the side to see your best friend smiling widely as ever. you looked back to eddie as he no longer stared to where you two were seated. no, he did not look at you. your mind screamed again. you were just here— because chrissy agreed to be here. you were just here. your heart started to melt, you could feel the awful vile lump in your throat seize to make you cry with your own thoughts. eddie doesn’t like you— he doesn’t. you’re just chrissy’s best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be in his eyes. you gulped, noticing as eddie said goodnight to the crowd. they cheered, clapped while you forced yourself to straighten your posture now. how stupid you are to be heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even know you— or know your love for him.

so stupid.

“that was so cool!” chrissy squealed as eddie exited the stage. the other members went straight to your table. chrissy stood up giving each an hug, how smitten they are to be in the presence of her, looking all giddy that the queen of hawkins high had watch their gig. you sat there, quietly, fiddling with your hands, knowing no one would acknowledge you— since they don’t even know you. it was typical, and you were used to it by now.

“sooo…” chrissy started, sitting back as the others told her they would be by the bar. “what did you think of eddie right now?” she wriggled her brows.

you blinked, not sure where this is going. “he’s…w-well, more eddie?”

“angel.”

“ok, he looks cool.” you offered, glancing behind her shoulder to see eddie laughing along with his band mates while he drank a cold beer. his mullet a little haggard from his head banging a while ago. you pursed your lip, admiring him from afar.

“really now? just cool?” she teases.

“i-i don’t know—“

“you find him cute, huh?” she pinches your cheek as you swatted her hand away with a pout, shaking your head.

“oh, c’mon. we’ve been friends for years, angel. i know—“ you quickly pinch her lips, afraid someone might hear that assumption. it was already embarrassing as it is that you were lying to her.

“chris’, please!” you scolded, your pout growing. cute.

“ok, ok, ok. i’m just joking.” she defends, a plan in her mind erupting as she pulls you up to stand up. you look at her confused as she grins, gesturing to the bar. “we have to greet eddie! you’re the one who wanted to see him perform.” she reminded you.

“w-wha— ok, fine.” you sighed as chrissy turned back to capture eddie staring at the two of you. eyes staring at the oblivious you. she grinned again, pulling you towards him, a vacant seat in the middle, a luck for her mini-plan to succeed.

“hey, chris’!” eddie greeted, hugging her as chrissy patted his back.

“you look so cool, munson! not bad.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. thanks.” he smirked as he turned to you. you temporarily froze for a moment as chrissy urged you to sit beside him while she stood between the two of you. a little irritated she was seeing you two hinder down. like idiots in love! she huffed as she broke the longing silence.

“y/n thought you looked cute today.”

“c-chris’!”

“cute? really? that’s a first. i’m flattered, sweets.” eddie laughed as you averted his gaze. a blush arose to your cheeks, it felt warm as you glowed underneath the dim lights. eddie watched in silence seeing you look around the room, your expression still a bit flushed, you looked too cute when you’re so shy. god, his stomach was feeling funny today.

chrissy couldn’t take it anymore! she grabbed eddie’s arm to pull him away somewhere. eddie was taken by surprise, disappointed he was pulled away from his gawking. she knew you wouldn’t admit your obvious crush you have on the man— though, eddie on the other hand, she knew he would at least have the balls to ask you out if she tells him. he was pretty obvious too.

“the hell was that, chris’?” he sighed, crossing his arms. you watch in distance seeing your best friend and eddie talking with each other at a far distance. you sighed, the vile feeling of jealousy in your gut erupting again.

“i am done with you two. i’m sick of it!” chrissy declares. eddie shoots a puzzled look as chrissy pinched her nose. “if you like her eddie, then ask her out!”

“wait— that’s n-not… i don’t have—“ he blushes, glancing back to you for a moment.

“cut the bullshit please. sometimes, as a certified wingman, i get tired seeing you two hiding it when it’s so painfully obvious.” she sighs as eddie’s eyes widened. you two? hiding it?

“us two? let me get this straight, chris’. i think i’m the only one who’s been hiding it.” he declares, you would never go for him! and he applauds chrissy for being so observant that she knew he’s got a little crushie on you. it always seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him from time to time— averting his gazes, quiet and short conversations, always avoiding him. he was sure you were just swallowing it up to be friends with him because of chrissy. “and i don’t think she’ll ever go for me if you think that—“

you watch in silence seeing those two talk. you sighed to yourself, alone by the bar, fiddling with the napkins now. you felt yourself slowly feel tired at this— wanting to go home and cry. you stood up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up a little, planning afterwards to say your goodbyes to chrissy and the others. the night already tiring you. you need to a grip of yourself. and you couldn’t hold back your disappointment as tears slipped from your eyes, quickly shutting the door behind you.

“it’s true, eddie! i swear!” chrissy argues as eddie shakes his head. no, there was no way you liked him! no way! chrissy might be just fucking with him.

“don’t bullshit me—“

“i am so not, munson! if you think she doesn’t like you, well, i’m reminding you she’s gets too shy around you. i know her.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to believe you?”

“if you go after her then you might as well ask her, herself.” chrissy crosses her arms as eddie snickers.

“this is too— too unbelievable. i don’t want my hopes up.” he mumbles, feeling a little insecure. no one wanted him— he was the freak! a drug dealer and an outcast. he lives in a trailer park and is still repeating his senior year. you deserved someone so much better than him.

“i am not putting your hopes up, eds. when it comes to y/n and you— i very much like to see you two together.” she confesses, offering a comforting smile. eddie licks his lips, the taste of beer and the sweet memory of you gawking at him while he’s on stage pressuring him to go back and talk to you.

“i mean it, munson.”

“yeah. i know. thank you.” he smiles, sighing to himself. for being an idiot for holding himself back.

“go. i’m sure she’s waiting.” chrissy urged as gareth came passing by.

“your friend’s been in the bathroom for a shit long time by the way.” gareth points to the restroom as chrissy looks at eddie worried.

“go!” chrissy urges, knowing that place would be private enough for both of you. eddie nods, walking hastily to there as gareth looks at the situation confused beside chrissy.

“what was that?” gareth sips his beer as chrissy sweetly smiles at him.

“getting your best friend his first girlfriend.” she grins as gareth spits his beer out of shock.

“sweets?” your head shots up from the sink as you heard the door knocking, you shut the faucet off as you wiped your stray tears away. it was pathetic, you dressed up for him— thinking something will happen. you bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. it was embarrassing to face him when you just cried for him.

“y/n? sweets? can i— this will sound weird— can i come in?” he coughs, your eyes widened, he sounded desperate which made you worry. eventually you unlocked the door as eddie came stumbling with an apology as he shuts the door quickly. leaning back against it as the yellow fluorescent light shined at the two of you.

“u-uh, is there something wrong?” you asked, fiddling with your hands again, feeling nervous. eddie stares at you, seeing the dried up tears stain your cheeks. have you been crying? his sense of protectiveness bursted as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears off as his brows furrowed.

“someone made you upset? was it a old geezer or a drunk?” he asked, catching you by surprise as you quickly shook your head. what was happening?

“i’m fine, eddie. it’s j-just me.” you meekly confessed, averting his gaze yet eddie stood closer, staring at you with seriousness.

“you?”

“yeah… it’s kinda stupid.” you laughed quietly as eddie grinned. still cupping your cheeks as you blushed at his touch. warm and calloused, it felt oddly tingly as you squirmed in his hold.

“don’t like you seeing you upset.” he mumbles, looking back and forth to your lips. “i’ve been meaning to tell you— something… chrissy just gave me the reality-hit of a lifetime.” he confesses, detaching his hands from your cheeks as he turned to sit on the toilet seat as you waited for him. are they together? your mind wandered as your heart clenched.

“yeah?”

“i—“ he stutters, grasping your hands now to his. pulling you close as you stood between his legs. feeling a little cramped in this restroom. your heart stammered as butterflies filled your stomach.

“i was going to ask you out. on— on a date. i like you, y/n. chrissy told me you liked me, and i-i was wondering—“

“w-wait!” you stammered, he stopped in his words, dread filling his stomach. was it not true?

“y-yeah? shit, sorry— i should’ve…” eddie rambled on as you processed the words coming out of his mouth. chrissy told him? told him that you liked him? you were shocked, you kept this secret for the longest and chrissy knew this whole time? you wondered back when eddie started hanging out with you two. did that start there? nevertheless, you were shocked. shocked at how sneaky she knew!

“and it’s fine if you don’t like me— i get the feeling chris’ thought otherwise and i-i’m sorry—“

“eddie.” you breathed out his name, he stopped, feeling like a spell was cast on him when you uttered his name like a aphrodisiac. he felt his spine tingle as he shut up quickly. you lean down, seeing his pupils turn black at how close the two of you are. you were tired of having to hold back now— so tired of waiting as eddie’s heart thumped loudly.

“y-yeah?” he whispers as you put your hands to rest on his shoulders. he was so desperate, seeing your lips part as he felt the alcohol in his veins make him extra horny.

“i like you too…” you confessed, eddie shuddered at that, relieved. so relieved that he surged up to capture your lips to his. you gasped, his tongue went in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bending down as he hold on to your hips. you moaned, the sweet daydream coming to life. you were kissing him! finally kissing him! and he liked you! his tongue circled yours, sloppy and desperate it is as his hands squeezed your side. both feeling so drunk and high in the chemicals in your bodies. like as if he had smoked something— that was ten times better. it was all you. your scent, your touch, your lips— everything of you was a drug to him.

he had to thank chrissy later.

you broke away first, exhaling air as you confessed again. “i thought you had a thing for chrissy. b-but me?” you blushed as eddie grinned, pulling you to his lap as you sat comfortably. eddie swore he’d have a heart attack now.

“baby, chrissy’s like a sister to me.” he laughed, cringing at the thought of him and your best friend together.

“but same thing, sweets. thought you didn’t like me that much.” he laughed as you giggled. “but you were just shy, huh? shy for me, baby?” he said confidently, kissing your neck. you whined, his warmth overwhelming as you giggled at how ticklish you are there.

“i’ve liked you for the longest, eds.” you caressed his hair as he hummed, hugging you tight. “just d-din’t know how to say it.”

“should’ve kissed you sooner.” he mumbled capturing your lips again as you caressed his rosy cheeks. he felt himself melt on you as you teased him. he felt so mushy underneath you as you breathed out his name. this wasn’t happening was it? it’s all his dream? kissing you in a bar restroom that kinda smelled like shit? totally romantic. things got hotter as you whined against his lips. feeling a little frisky as eddie smirked, grinding up as you gasped at the hard feeling.

you blushed, knowing what was underneath you. the feeling too overwhelming as you hugged him tighter, knowing hell what he was doing when his hands descended down to your ass making eddie smirk, feeling so smug now. he grasped it confidently as you scolded him, blushing furiously. your shyness seeping back.

“e-eddie, we can’t!”

“i’m making up the lost time, sweetheart. keep that mouth quiet for me, hm?”

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say, thank you, chrissy!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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dilf-rights-activist · 1 year

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Another Life: part 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gender neutral reader, Platonic Hobie Brown & reader

Summary: A sad Miguel O’Hara returns to run his company with slumped shoulders and a cloud over his head. In a somewhat lame attempt to lift his spirits, his assistant, Lyla, runs to a local cafe to get the office some drinks, where she meets a kind barista with a stained apron and tired eyes. Or, the one where you drag your exhausted corpse to your second job to meet Lyla, only to find out her boss had recently been dumped. After work, you settle into the floor of your cozy apartment with your eccentric roommate: one Hobie Brown.

Word count: 3.7k

Content: eventual sugar daddy AU, coffee shop au, no use of (y/n), the slowest of burns (we’re not even gathering fire wood yet), sfw, Hobie being cool, descriptions of financial hardship, swearing, aged up Hobie

AO3 part 1 part 3 part 4

Miguel’s office chair creaked dangerously when he leaned back and breathed out a large sigh. The conference call had been done for ten minutes now, and he was still feeling a little drowsy from his early morning. He looked out his office window just in time to see Jessica scrub a hand over her face, eyes droopy and tired looking. He watched as she stood up and stretched her lower back to release the tension that’s been building there. She sighed and rested a delicate hand on her round belly, rubbing soothing circles before sitting back down again. Miguel has been urging her to take her maternity leave early, but she refuses him every time, stating that he could never survive without her. This wasn’t entirely true but still. Miguel frowned to himself before straightening up at the knock at his door.

“Miguel?” came a high-pitched voice on the other side of the wood.

“Yes?”

The door opened slowly to reveal a young, freckled face smiling brightly at him. “Hey, Miguel! I have the reports you wanted.”

Miguel smiled at his assistant and held out his hand to receive them. “Thanks, Lyla.”

“You got it.” Lyla was a student at Columbia that works part time as Miguel’s assistant. Her cheerful demeanor easily lifted those around her. If he was being honest, he thinks Lyla goofed off a little too much, but she was the best assistant he’s had in a decade. She was quick as a whip, and helped him with everything from managing his allergies to figuring out the best energy source for his nano tech. Plus, Lyla was the only one who could handle him when he was sleep deprived and hangry (which was all the time).

The brunette fell silent as he looked down at the reports in his hands, not really paying enough attention to process any of the words he read.

“Hey, Miguel?”

He startled and looked up at Lyla, she was still here? He must have really been out of it.

“Yeah?”

Lyla’s big brown eyes peered at him pensively before sighing through her nose “You doing okay, boss?” Her glossy pink lips were pulled into a small frown. “You look…tired. Like, way more than usual.”

Miguel huffed softly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Alright, One: I am tired. And Two:” He looked at her sternly, pointing a strong finger to emphasize his point. “I am fine.” He said a little too quickly. Lyla rolled her eyes and groaned dramatically.

“C’mon, Miguel! You can tell me!” She walked up to his heavy desk and placed both hands atop its smooth surface. “What? Did the Mets lose a game?”

“The season is over-“

“A pigeon poop on your Porsche?”

“No-“

“Did Tony call you ‘Dark Garfield’ again?”

“No!”

“You get dumped?”

Miguel’s jaw shut promptly and he pursed his lips into a tight sneer. He looked at his grinning assistant, who had clearly said that as a joke. She blinked a couple times at his silence, slowly picking up her hands from his desk as she straightened a little.

“Oh shit. Really?” She said softly, almost feeling bad for bringing it up so casually. “I’m…sorry to hear that.”

The large man let out a soft laugh and waved his hand in the air. “It’s fine, Lyla. Really, it is.” he sighed, was he trying to convince Lyla or himself?

The girl looked at her sneakers and shuffled awkwardly for a second, “Is there anything I can do for you? Cancel your appointments? Get you coffee?”

Miguel visibly perked up at that. “Yeah, that would be great, actually. There’s actually a specific place I’d like you to go to…”

---

A heavy sigh left your lips as you bent forward and leaned onto the counter in front of you, limbs going unpleasantly numb from overuse. You stayed there for a couple moments, contemplating just how you let your life get to this particularly pathetic point. Peter was right, the morning rush had been bad. Exhausted students and working class New Yorkers alike came in by the truck load, shooting order after order at you and your boss with little sympathy.

You glanced down at Peter, who was currently squatting behind the counter and wolfing down a croissant like his life depended on it.

“Slow down or you’re gonna choke, stupid.”

The brunette looked at you like a man possessed. “Shut up! I haven’t eaten anything today!”

You laughed softly and flexed your fingers, wincing as they cracked and popped. “Christ, I’m tired. And it’s only,” you glanced at your watch and held back a groan. “8 am.”

Peter looked at you and wiped the crumbs off of his frowning face. “You sleep any last night?”

“Only the usual four hours.” you grimaced and put your head down again. “Some dude came in last minute to drink last night.”

“Damn.” Peter sighed from his place on the floor. “I wish I could help somehow. I’d do anything for you, y’know.”

You smiled and peeked at him through your arms. You met Peter during your second year of college. He remembered you frequenting his cafe as a freshman to fuel up on caffeine and use his Wi-Fi. He always welcomed you with ease (and not just because you were a good tipper). Eventually, he offered you a job, and you’ve been working with him ever since. You opened your mouth to say something before the bell at the door chimed through the cafe, signifying that someone walked in.

“Customers!” Peter almost shrieked, tucking more into himself on the floor. “Don’t let them see me! I’m not here!”

So much for doing anything for you!

You shot him a look before straightening up to see a girl with a large white coat and fluffy brown hair peer up at the chalkboard menu above you.

“Hey, welcome in.” you smiled and lightly kicked Peter’s side behind the counter. The quiet “Ow!” wasn’t heard by the girl in front of you as her large eyes darted from her phone to the menu at an alarming rate.

“Hi!”

After exchanging pleasantries you nodded as she relayed her lengthy order, talking at 100 words a minute.

Her hazel eyes blinked behind her heart shaped lenses. “Sorry for the large order! These are for my office.”

“It’s no problem!” You lied through your teeth. “What’s your name?”

“Lyla.”

“Lieee-Luh.” you repeated slowly you wrote her name on the empty cups before you, making sure to draw little hearts on her’s. “Got it! I’ll have these out in a little bit.” Lyla gave you a million watt smile and nodded eagerly, making his way to the end of the bar where her drinks were to be deposited. You went through the motions of drink making with ease, humming lightly to yourself to keep you focused. You looked at Peter, who has yet to move from his position on the floor. You flipped him off quickly and capped Lyla’s drinks, ignoring the over dramatic look of hurt the musician shot you.

“Thank you so much,” Lyla looked at you from across the bar and smiled.

“It’s really no problem, it’s literally my job.”

“Yeah, but still…” she chuckled to herself. “I think this’ll really help.”

That caught your attention and you looked up from the carmel drizzle you were working on. “Yeah? With what?”

A small crease appeared between Lyla’s worried brows as she smiled sadly. “My boss got dumped yesterday.” You pulled a face, Yikes, you thought, not a good season for the lovers. Your mind immediately drifted to the heart broken man that came into the restaurant last night. His entire demeanor was depressed with loneliness, even his hair seemed to droop slightly in sadness. You didn’t know the man very well, but you could tell that he was a person who would go out of his way to help someone, someone that wouldn’t hesitate to do the right thing. You hoped he was okay.

“Oh…” you started lamely, because how the fuck were you supposed to respond? “That sucks.” Lyla’s head snapped up at your abrupt reply. You blinked, realizing that you must have been more tired than you thought because what the fuck? You can’t talk to customers like that! You pressed your lips together and quickly thought of an apology. “I’m-”

“It does suck, right?” She smiled lopsidedly and let out a laugh. You breathed out a sigh, relieved that she wasn’t going to write Aunt May a strongly worded letter or trash the cafe on Yelp. You finished the rest of the drinks with ease, handing Lyla her order in two cup holders.

“Thanks a bunch!” She took his order with a grin and began to turn towards the exit.

“Ah, wait one second!” You said before sidestepping a still squatting Peter (who had somehow gotten another croissant) to quickly shove a few pastries into two paper bags. You stood there in thought for a second before grabbing a sharpie from the cash register, scribbling something on one of them.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” you said, handing Lyla the baked goods. “One of those is for you, good luck at the office!”

If you thought the girl’s smile was blinding before it really had nothing on her expression now. “Really?”

“For sure.”

Lyla’s heart shrouded eyes blinked at you for a moment, as if studying you. Her pink lips spread into a grin before turning to you fully. “What’s your name?”

You smiled back at her and gave her your name as you dusted your hands on your apron. “The other one is for your boss, tell them to take it easy, okay?”

---

Miguel stared at the city’s activity below him from his office window. People milled about on the sidewalk below, interacting with one another throughout their day. The large man took a bite out of his scone thoughtfully, admiring the subtle vanilla flavor. Lyla came in with his coffee order not too long ago, bringing a small pastry bag as a surprise. He said that a nice barista gave it to him, ordering her to tell him to “take it easy”. Miguel accepted the treats gratefully, promising Lyla that he was fine (really, he was).

Probably.

He popped the last of the scone in his mouth and moved to toss the bag in the trash before something caught his eye. Looking at the pastry bag more carefully, he could see that the barista left him a small note.

Everything’s gonna be okay. If it’s not okay, that’s okay too.

Miguel dusted his crummy mouth as he stared at the piece of paper, chuckling softly to himself. The barista also drew him a cute little bunny giving him a thumbs up in encouragement.

The brunette’s thick brows knitted as he carefully tore his little note away from the rest of the bag. Miguel placed the note in one of his desk drawers after making sure that there were no remaining crumbs sticking to it and threw the rest away (he hated ants).

“Looks like I’ve got someone looking out for me.”

---

You tapped your pencil against the page in front of you in annoyance and took a large sip of your tea. You started doing your homework over an hour ago and barely made any progress due to its difficulty. You huffed, recalling just how little you paid attention in class due to always falling asleep.

You stared at the equations in front of you, and they glared back just as intensely. You looked up from your staring contest to glance at your roommate, Hobie, who was humming quietly to himself as he created the setlist for his next show. You met Hobie when you first moved to the city for school. He was born in Camden Town, London, and was literally the coolest person you have ever met. He came to New York to work on his music and study fashion. His time was split between that, antagonizing fascists, being a part-time runway model, and working at the bar with you. You saw him sneaking shots for both himself and some of his regulars, but never told a soul. You knew Hobie hated working there, hated being a cog in the system, but he had bills to pay (you both did). The two of you shared a cozy space nestled in the center of New York City’s ChinaTown, right below the smog covered stars, and right above Timmy Chan’s Hong Kong Style Dim Sum (a favorite lunch time spot you frequented together).

“Hey, Hobie. Could you help me a little?”

He looked up from his notes, pen cap stuck in between his lips and grinned.

”Yeah, sure. What is it?”

You smiled gratefully, picking up the page and walking over to him. You crossed your legs and sat on the floor at his side as his eyes skimmed the page, nodding as he read along.

“You daft?” Hobie elbowed your side gently. “Integral calculus? This is bright and breezy.”

You looked up at his big brown eyes and pouted. “I’ve been falling asleep in class.” you said with a huff. Hobie’s pierced brows creased with concern at this, shuffling slightly to wrap an arm around you.

“Again?”

“Again.” you sighed. You looked to the ground, idly picking at the fraying carpet you two sat on. You knew Hobie worried about you and how hard you’ve been pushing yourself. He could see how the stress from work and school were affecting your health and it was beginning to concern him.

“Y’right?”

You looked up at him wryly, bringing a hand up to flick his shoulder lightly.

“I’m alright.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hobie squinted at you before turning back to the page in his hands, deciding to drop the subject for now. “Whatever. You’d tell me otherwise, yeah?”

You leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled his bicep playfully, yawning obnoxiously before saying, “Of course.”

He gazed upon your drooping form, pursing his lips. “You said you only hit the sack for, what? Four hours?”

“Just about, yeah.”

Hobie huffed and straightened out the piece of paper in his hands. “Right, some dick walked in right before closing and demanded to be served.”

“He wasn’t a dick he was just…” you adjusted yourself on his shoulder. “Sad.”

“A sad dick?”

“No!” you smacked him lightly and you could feel yourself shake with the rumble of Hobie’s chest as he chuckled warmly. You thought about the man that came into your life the other night, it amazed you how someone so large managed to look so small.

“He just got dumped.”

“Bliiiiimey.” He pulled a face.

“That’s what I said!”

“Oh, really?”

“Well, not that exactly!” You huffed out a sigh. “He looked like a kicked puppy. Which is hilarious, because the man is like a building with feet.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! His arms are like tree trunks! I think he could kill me with a flick of his wrist.” You shook Hobie’s lean arm lightly to illustrate your point. “He just looked so...hurt. And he just, like, accepted it, y’know? Like he’s been hurt like this before.” you blinked and lowered your eyes, hugging Hobie’s arm a little tighter. “I hope he’s okay.”

Dark eyes shifted from the paper and onto the top of your head, Hobie huffed out a small laugh. “Aw, you fancy him.”

You pulled back from your friend’s arm sharply and gaped up at him. “I do not!” Fancy him? You only just met the guy and knew nothing about him. Fancy him!

Hobie threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. “You do!”

“I don’t, I just-“ you huffed out a breath and paused to collect your thoughts. “I dunno, there was just something…about him, y’know? He seemed like someone who had a lot to offer the world, to offer someone. He looked like he had given up. Seeing him crushed like that just doesn’t sit right with me.”

He side eyed you skeptically and let out a sigh through his nose. You were always pushing yourself so hard, always putting others first (often at a detriment to yourself). Between the two (sometimes three) jobs and school, he had no idea how you were functioning. Hobie grimaced, thinking about the multiple occasions where you were so overwhelmed you sat on the floor eating (his) instant noodles while crying, too stressed to even tell him what was wrong. Other times, he’d go days without seeing you as you’d lock yourself in your apartment to focus on schoolwork, scaring him half to death with your lack of response. He physically kicked in the door of your room only to find you half dead and twitchy in your hyper-focused state. He never wanted to see you like that again.

“Yeah, well” he shrugged and you whined as the movement jostled you on his bicep. “Just don’t bugger off with your fit bev and leave me with your rent.” You laughed softly and pressed your cheek into his arm, smiling against it.

“I could never, Hobie.”

You assumed he accepted your response, as he nodded and turned his attention back to your math homework.”Right, the integral of 2xd is x squared, yeah? You plug that in here at the top and subtract the bottom.”

You breathed deeply and closed your eyes, already feeling yourself start to doze off again. You knew you should be paying attention, but you were too content with snuggling up to Hobie’s arm for some (not so) well deserved sleep.

“Thirteen squared is 169, minus ten squared is…Oi. Oi, you listenin’? Do your homework!” he jostled you gently.

“Yeah...of course…” you mumbled quietly.

Hobie looked down at you with a frown, already knowing that any attempt he made at waking you would be in vain. He sighed as he picked up his pen from its abandoned spot on the floor, deciding to finish your homework for you.

“Hopefully I can mimic your rubbish handwriting.” he sighed.

“Y’can’t do math homework in pen,” you mumbled.

“I don’t believe in conformity.” He sniffed before twirling the pen in his fingers. He tenaciously began to scribble perfect arithmetic on your page, stopping only to smile when you let out a sleepy “thanks” against his arm.

“Anytime, love.”

---

The long days turned into longer weeks as time went by. Miguel went through the motions of his position of CEO with relative ease, meticulously leading his company to further success.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

Large shoulders sagged as Miguel sighed into the palms of his hands before peeking through his fingers to blearily peer at the clock in his desktop monitor.

8:43 pm

Jesus Christ, was it already that late? The brunette looked up through his office windows to find that yes, it really was that late, as the building’s lights had shut off and everyone had long gone home. Miguel has since changed into more comfortable clothing to ease him into his work night. The soft material of his oversized gray hoodie combined with the relaxed fit of his favorite pair of loose joggers were the perfect combination for his frequent occasional over night stays in the office. The man let out a yawn as he stretched his arms high above his head before rising from his chair, ready to call it a day. Grabbing his coat and phone, Miguel left the building, letting the automatic doors lock behind him with a soft click.

The brunette inhaled the Autumn air with a light hum before beginning his commute back to his apartment, occasionally picking up litter as he went because why not. He listened to the sounds of the bustling city; the distant sirens, the blaring music from strangers’ headphones as they walked past, the clinking of ceramic in cozy cafes.

Oh. Miguel slowed his stride to a stop in front of a small coffee shop lit warmly within, the same shop he sent Lyla on a coffee run to. Turning fully to face the entrance, the brunette spotted the same nice looking man he saw the first time he laid eyes on the shop. Miguel checked his watch to glance at the time before walking through the wooden door that led to the sweet smelling cafe.

Notes: I deadass spent over an hour learning about the English Cockney accent and have two (2) tabs open with English to Cockney translators. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can make Hobie sound more in character PLEASE let me know. Part of me wants to really lean into the rhyming slang, but I’m afraid no one will be able to understand him (but that’s, like, part of his character right?), he’s in his early twenties here.

The answer to the equation Hobie was solving is 69 lol

#miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x you #across the spiderverse fanfiction #sugar daddy au #coffee shop au #bar/pub au #platonic Hobie brown #i hate tagging these like its humiliating lmao #writing

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some spare blood of zeus headcanons for the soul? 👀 - 🌙

Anything for you 💗 literally foaming at the mouth wanting to talk about them. Sorry it took so long! These got away from me, but if y’all ever wanna talk about blood of zeus, PLEASE share your thoughts! I’m so unhealthy about them lol

There’s so many characters in this, so I’m just gonna hop around with my headcanons instead of doing it by character like normal, so they’re a little jumbled

But omg Heron is such a fucking sweetheart ok he’s got a heart of gold & he’s so cute I just love him a lot!

I feel like he’s more ler than lee, but strictly out of shyness alone. Growing up, his mom was basically the only one who ever tickled him. But I feel like Zeus tried in his disguised form when Heron was still young

Now that he’s older & has friends (& even some family) that he trusts & has gotten pretty close to, he’s not as closed minded to the idea of others seeing him with such a “weakness”

Also probably has something to do with the boatload of trauma & responsibility thrust upon him because he really feels the weight of everything right now, so he appreciates it when his friends try to lighten the mood with a playful attack

Alexia was definitely the first one of the crew to find out that Heron was ticklish, & it was during a sparring match when he was being way too cocky & kinda wasn’t holding back (aka being a playful dick) & she had enough & went out on a limb to see if he’s ticklish & it’s been the best decision she’s ever made

She can tell when he’s really stressed out & will offer him a hug & then gently traces along his back, neck, & arms until he’s all relaxed & smiley

He’s so smitten with her, but he thinks he’s being slick & that it’s not blatantly obvious he’s in love. But when he’s trying to flirt but doesn’t really know what to do or say he panics & just starts tickling her because she’s so pretty when she laughs, & he’s goofing off with her, & getting to touch her & be close so he doesn’t care about any repercussions he’ll face (she’s pissed that this works so well because he’s SO CUTE when he’s in a ler mood, he literally can’t hold himself back)

He’s always so energetic compared to everyone else, so when everyone else is done training & he just won’t stop, they’ll gang up on him until he agrees to give it a rest

That said this man ALWAYS gets revenge & he’s so calculated about it. Like he waits to strike until the most vulnerable moment & goes for the worst spots first

Heron & Evios make a wicked ler duo. They’re the teasiest bastards & they terrorize literally everyone (so just Alexia & Kofi)

That said, Kofi & Evios are the most common ler duo to see, but Evios is almost always the one to instigate things. Kofi is more reserved & reasonable, but he loves to catch everyone off guard with his own mischievous streak

No one ever expects him to work alone, so he’s able sneak up on everyone. He usually only does this if he notices they’re feeling down & need to be cheered up

Those 2 are trapped in a perpetual prank war/tickle fight. The cycle of revenge goes round & round with no end in sight

Heron never really got to have many tickle fights growing up, & when he admitted such, Evios & Alexia were so ready to wreck him. They heard that & saw this 🎯 but they bit off more than they could chew because he was READY for this & was so excited to finally get to play like this. & he’s stronger than both of them combined, which he was using to his advantage & it just wasn’t fair! (Oh but 2 against 1 is?) but he’s like the only person who starts tickle fights & can actually win them most of the time

He is a fucking mean cheater & will use his lightning powers when he’s tickling someone & sends tiny little ticklish zaps through their body. No one expected this method to work best on Kofi, but something about the way it buzzes under his skin makes him wanna die in a good way!

His favorite targets are Alexia & Evios. He knows not to mess with Kofi because he has years of practice fending off the rabid tickle monster that is Evios

Every tickle monster has to face the consequences of their actions, & he’s tied with Heron for everyone’s favorite lee. But it’s usually motivated by revenge for a prank he pulled, or teaching him a lesson for being so sassy. Or just because he’s Evios

He’s the only one who knows all of Kofi’s worst spots, & every time he wants him to do something for him, he’ll blackmail him by threatening to spill one of his spots. Kofi’s gotten to the point where he’s like “wait, you’re more ticklish than me. I don’t care” (spoiler, he cares once someone gets their hands on him) but yeah that’s how Heron & Alexia found out about his armpits & thighs they found out about his feet without help

Zeus would try to bond & get to know him in between training, & at first Heron’s really resistant to the idea, but he grows more open to it when he realizes he actually means well. Zeus can tell that his son is still awkward & distant from him & after a few failed attempts at a joke, he resorts to “desperate measures” & really “it’s his right” as his father to be able to bond with Heron & act a little goofy. There’s a war on the horizon, & just in case anything happens, he wants to make sure that Heron has some genuinely fond memories of him. & not just when he was in disguise while he was growing up

Like after that really intense training session where Heron kinda got his ass kicked by the giant mechanical guardian, Zeus felt pretty guilty for putting him through the wringer like that

Heron gets way more flustered & huffy if any of the gods tickle him because he already knows they probably look down on him even if they say they don’t, & it just make their teases hit really close to home

Sucks for him because his new half brothers are fucking Hermes & Apollo. & we can see how nice & accepting they are with him despite Heron’s own feelings of inadequacy & insecurity. They just want to get to know him & see what he’s really like when he’s not on guard or putting on a front just because they’re gods. They’re his brothers, & they want to get to know him on that level. So obviously they have to terrorize him

Hermes was the first one to find out since he’s the closest with Heron & the most mischievous. But either by himself or because Apollo dared him to, he put on the invisibility cloak or whatever it is & sneak up on him. So he waited until Heron thought he was alone to strike, & the squeal he got in return was fucking priceless

Hermes & Apollo are pretty in tune with Heron’s emotions & know when he needs to be cheered up, & just the way to do it

They think they’re being nice by including him, but tbh they’re such fucking bullies (affectionate) If Heron’s anywhere near them, he literally won’t get a moment’s peace. They’ll follow him like a puppy just to annoy him because they KNOW he’s a pretty patient person, they just wanna see how long it takes before he snaps

Heron is lowkey nervous & awkward around them, & the first time a tickle fight broke out in front of him, he tried to stay as far away as possible. Athena noticed & is like “I know what you’re doing & it won’t work. If they want to, they’ll drag you down with them” & Heron genuinely thinks they’re too busy messing with each other to notice him, & yeah they SAY he’s their brother, but he’s still pretty self conscious about that sort of thing, so he can’t tell if they actually mean it or not. So he brushes her off like “thanks, but I think I’ll be safe. They seem pretty busy” & she’s just like “okaaay don’t say I didn’t try to warn you”

Cue Heron running for his life across the training field screaming for help while Hermes & Apollo hunt him down like a pack of wolves, taunting him the whole time (I’m SO tempted to write something like this)

Gotta include Seraphim cause he’s just the saddest boy ever & could really use a good round of cheering up

He didn’t even know he was ticklish until he met Gorgo. She found out while tending his wounds & he was really defensive & nervous at first, demanding to know what she did. She just giggled & asked if he was ticklish, & when he responded with nothing but confusion, she decided to “teach” him what it was

He’s all for revenge tickles, so just beware if you even think about it. But it’s different with her, he’s really gentle & playful with her

Ok so out of the main group, I think Evios would be the most ticklish because anyone with that much attitude has to have a weakness. Can’t decide if Heron or Alexia is more ticklish, so I’ll call it a tie

Heron’s worst spots are his feet, hips, belly & since he got his powers, his hands got added to the list (the first time he found out was armwrestling Kofi & he lowkey freaked out because his hand did NOT feel like this before) but the dude’s basically ticklish everywhere

Alexia’s spots are her back, neck/ears, sides & knees. She’s moderately ticklish all over, but those spots are killer for her

Evios is most ticklish on his belly, armpits, ribs, & neck/ears

Kofi is most ticklish on his feet, armpits, thighs & belly

Seraphim’s worst spots are his armpits, ribs, hips & feet. He shares a few tickle spots with his brother because I’m cheesy like that

Wow that was a lot, hope y’all enjoy! Just lmk if you wanna hear more about them, Seraphim or the gods! (Please specify what fandom if you’re talking about the gods, my interpretations vary depending on the source, but I’d be down to do the gods for both boz & epic)

#asks #anon ask #🌙 anon #blood of zeus headcanons #boz headcanons #heron #alexia #kofi #evios #zeus #seraphim #hermes #apollo #athena #blood of zeus #boz

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ofthecaravel · 1 year

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If Walls Could Talk

The second part to a Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka oneshot cause I'm a damn dirty liar

Part 1

Summary: Jake and Josh are convinced Sam has a secret, so they rope Danny (the secret) into their investigation.

Tags: Brotherly plotting, goofs, minor steaminess towards the end

Words: 3k

A/N: Yeahhh I decided to expand on this idea. I got the idea of Jake and Josh getting involved and being goofuses and couldn't resist. And maybe I have plans for future installments...

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Sam had been 21 for a month now, and something was horribly wrong.

“Alright, I want theories,” Josh said, throwing his bag on a chair as the door to Jake’s apartment slammed behind him and he collapsed on the couch. “Go.”

“Demonic possession,” Jake answered immediately, spinning in his computer chair to face his brother. “Ghost possession.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure,” Josh countered. “Haven’t seen his head spin yet.”

“Doesn’t mean it hasn’t.”

“So true, so true,” Josh muttered, wrinkling his nose in thought. “I was thinking cult indoctrination. We don’t know what he’s being taught at that fancy shmancy school of his. All old, prestigious universities have at least one underground society.”

“They’d be getting to him kind of late,” Jake pointed out. “If I wanted to rope someone into my cult, I’d get them when they were a freshman, not a senior.”

“A cult would explain the cheerfulness, though,” Josh argued, kicking his legs up against the wall, his curls grazing the carpet as he looked up at his twin’s upside down face. “What with the love bombing and all. He’s just so uncharacteristically…”

“Bubbly,” Jake finished for him, giving sarcastic jazz hands. “Bright and happy!”

“I’m so glad it’s not just me who noticed,” Josh said, recalling how his lunch with Sam just hours before had gone by without a single complaint about…well, anything. Usually, Sam had a list of gripes about his professors, his classmates, or his job in the chem lab that he’d go through. But this time, he had just cheerfully tucked into a big cranberry salad and babbled about the many petri dishes he was tending to for his capstone class.

“We need to consider plain old hysteria,” Jake offered, thinking about how he had taken Sam and Danny out for brunch in the afternoon after the party and observed how the dark cloud that usually accompanied Sam’s hangovers had been noticeably absent. Now that he thought about it, Sam hadn’t seemed hungover at all. He had been practically bouncing out of the booth, giggling and bothering Danny every 3 seconds between bites of pancake. It wasn’t unusual for him to bug Danny, but it had been a little much even for him. Jake had even asked around to see if anybody at the party remembered giving Sam any kind of upper, but he had only been more confused to hear the overwhelming majority had barely even seen Sam that night. Putting pieces together, Jake suddenly sat upright and his eyebrows shot up.

“You don’t think he has a…?” Jake trailed off, Josh picking up what he was insinuating and clumsily climbing back onto the couch so he could see Jake face to face.

“A girlfriend?” Josh whispered, and Jake couldn’t help but let out a low whistle at the possibility. He crossed his legs and arms, his foot bouncing as they quietly pondered the thought. Sam wasn’t one to keep a girlfriend for more than a month. But he had always been a little perkier when he was dating someone, so it wasn’t out of the question.

“Do you think we’d know her?”

“No way,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Probably one of the super smart nerd babes in one of his classes. I don’t think he’d ever get together with anybody outside of school. He likes girls with brains.”

“And heart,” Jake added. “He’s actually kind of a romantic when he’s not being entirely insufferable.”

“Ew.”

“I know.”

“This is so crazy,” Josh marveled. “Do you think he knows we know?”

“No way,” Jake laughed. “He definitely thinks he’s being subtle.”

“Sam is as subtle as a groan tube.”

“Amen to that,” Jake agreed, slapping his knees and getting to his feet. “I need a beer. Want one?”

“Let’s toast to Sammy and his little girlfriend!” Josh crowed, reaching a hand out and catching the can with shocking grace when Jake tossed it from the kitchen.

“Cheers!” Jake cheered, clinking his can loudly against Josh’s with a celebratory whoop. “You know who we should ask about this?”

“Oh yeah!” Josh hummed through a sip. “That’s a great idea.”

“If anyone would know what’s going on-”

“It’s Danny.”

“Would you happen to know why Josh is spam calling me?”

Danny was laying on his bed with Sam sprawled over top of him, his cheek resting on his chest while they watched a show on his terrible, small TV. This was a new routine of theirs and it was quickly becoming one of his favorites. He selfishly wished that Sam would just stay with him in his crappy little apartment all day everyday just so Danny could devote as much time as possible to raking his fingers through his soft hair and blowing raspberries on the top of Sam’s head that made him squeal in outrage. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the show and his gorgeous best friend in his arms when his phone on the nightstand kept ringing repeatedly, the vibrations buzzing furiously on the wood like a fly in his ear. Everytime he checked, it was Josh’s contact photo flashing on the screen.

“Beats me,” Sam mumbled against Danny’s shirt.

“Should I pick it up? He never calls me,” Danny worried, watching his phone start rattling a new round of his ringtone. “Maybe it’s serious.”

“Nah,” Sam drawled, smacking Danny’s hand so his phone fell back on the nightstand. “If it was serious, he’d call me first. More hair playing, please and thank you.”

“That might be the first time I’ve heard you say either of those words,” Danny teased and Sam harrumphed in protest, gently smacking Danny’s face next. “Hey!”

“You’re being a bad cuddler,” Sam whined, nuzzling his cheek more against Danny’s chest and fidgeting. Danny scoffed and smoothed Sam’s hair back, still hopelessly endeared by him even when he was being annoying.

“Then you can go find somebody else to lay on,” Danny leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear, suddenly shifting and flipping onto his side, sending a screaming Sam flailing off of the bed and onto the floor while Danny scooped up his phone and answered it.

“Hi, Josh,” Danny answered cheerfully while Sam hurled obscenities from the floor. Danny peeked over the edge of the bed, sticking his tongue out when Sam threw him the middle finger with both hands. “What’s up?”

“Finally!” Josh sighed, his voice so loud that Danny had to hold the phone away from his ear. “I thought you were never going to pick up.”

“You couldn’t just text me?”

“Absolutely not,” Josh replied as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard. “This is a matter of the highest security and discretion.”

“Do tell,” Danny said casually while Sam, still on the ground, reached up, grabbed the pillow out from under Danny’s head, and half heartedly tried to smother him with it. “You have my full attention.”

“Jake’s here too, say hi Jake,” Josh said, and after a moment of rustling, Jake’s voice piped up. “Hi, Dan.”

“Hi, guys,” Danny replied, curiosity creeping into his tone. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

“We have a conspiracy theory,” Josh whispered into the phone, and he heard Jake making ghostly noises in the background. “And we need your help investigating it.”

“Okay?”

“You’re not with Sam right now, are you?”

Danny looked down at Sam on the floor, who had put the pillow under his own head and was scowling up at Danny, flipping him the middle finger yet again.

“Nope,” Danny answered, giving Sam a kissy face and flopping back onto the bed. “Why?”

“Do you know what he’s up to right now?”

“Uh,” Danny paused. “I think he just said he was busy today. Again, why?”

“Interesting,” Josh hummed. “Has he been vague about his whereabouts with you, too?”

“Sort of,” Danny stammered, rolling over and throwing Sam a concerned look, who gave him a questioning look back. “He’s been busy, that’s all I know. I mean, it’s the end of the semester so that’s not too shocking.”

“We think he might be seeing someone,” Josh proposed amusedly and Danny’s heart started racing anxiously. He sat straight up and did his best to make a shocked noise.

“You think?” Danny squeaked. Sam sat up and gave him another confused look.

“For sure,” Jake answered, taking the phone from Josh. “Haven’t you noticed he’s been super weird lately? He’s been so cheery and downright merry. He’s usually miserable this time of year.”

“I guess he has been a little more upbeat lately,” Danny agreed, feeling a little warmth in his stomach. Did he really do that to Sam? Did he make him so happy that everyone around them could see it?

“But he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend to you?” Josh asked.

“Nope,” Danny answered truthfully.

“Wow. I’m shocked he wouldn’t even tell you. He tells you everything.”

Sam was starting to get impatient and got up and scrambled onto the bed again, straddling Danny and making a move to grab the phone.

“No!” Danny whispered, palming Sam’s face and holding him back while Sam struggled, whispering obscenities and swinging his arms. “Give me a second!”

“Are you talking about me?” Sam asked, his voice barely audible, both of them still respecting the rules of being on the phone even though both sides had gone silent.

“Just be patient!” Danny hissed, pushing square against Sam’s chest and pinning him to the bed with one hand while he cradled the phone in the crook of his shoulder and brought it to his ear. “Sorry, Josh, what?”

“Ooh, do you have a guueesst over?” Josh whistled, no doubt wiggling his eyebrows while he said it. Jake wolf whistled in the background and Danny groaned.

“Shut up, you guys,” he complained. “Stay focused. What do you want me to do?”

“We just want you to poke around,” Josh explained as Danny tried to keep Sam quiet, who was still wiggling and grinning wickedly in Danny’s firm grip. “Ask him if he’s been hanging out with anybody.”

“Try and hang out with him as much as you can,” Jake added. “We’re trying to get a name out of this. We want socials we can stalk.”

“Wouldn’t you rather wait for him to bring it up?” Danny countered, making a “ssh!” face as Sam giggled under him. “Maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t said anything.”

“No, we’d rather be nosy,” Josh said in a deadpan, and Danny heard Jake cackle in the background. “He clearly likes her enough to not mention her to us.”

“And that’s so much worse,” Jake continued. “So, are you up for it?”

“I suppose I could do some sleuthing,” Danny smiled, starting to become increasingly distracted by the color flushing in Sam’s face as Danny held him down. “I’ll get back to you with what I know as soon as I can, okay?”

“You’re a peach, Wagner,” Josh grinned through the receiver. “We knew we could count on you.”

“Give him hell, Swaggy!” Jake crowed, and Danny laughed.

“Love you guys, talk to you later!” Danny chirped hurriedly, cutting off Josh’s loud kissing noises by hanging up and tossing his phone onto the nightstand.

“What did those hippies want?” Sam asked, running his fingers through Danny’s curls as Danny hovered over him, propping himself up on an elbow with a hand still firmly on Sam’s diaphragm.

“They’re pretty sure you have a girlfriend,” Danny said, and Sam let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head.

“God, they’re the worst,” Sam laughed, rolling his eyes. “I can’t keep anything from them. They’re going to be poking their noses in my business until I’m 102.”

“And they want me to find out who she is,” Danny went on.

“Oh, man…” Sam sighed.

“Is there any particular reason you haven’t told them yet?” Danny prodded, his thumb swiping soothingly, wrinkling the thin fabric of Sam’s shirt. “They think it’s some kind of a big deal.”

Sam hesitated, watching the movement of Danny’s hand on his chest before covering it with his own.

“My brothers think everything is a big deal,” Sam muttered. “I don’t know. I mean, they’re going to be jazzed about it, they love you. I just…I don’t know.”

“No, I get it,” Danny replied, his stomach sinking a little bit. He knew Sam wasn’t embarrassed of him or anything, but…

“I’ll tell them soon,” Sam promised, flashing the doe eyes he knew made Danny melt. Danny’s face immediately softened and the jackrabbit panic in Sam’s chest calmed a little at the sight. “I swear. I know it’s important to you.”

“You’re pretty sweet sometimes, you know that?” Danny grinned, dipping his head to plant a kiss on Sam’s cheek, who chuckled at the contact. “Could be fun to play along for a little bit, too.”

“Yeah?” Sam asked, nuzzling his nose against Danny’s. “You wanna do a big, dramatic reveal?”

“It’s probably the last thing they expect,” Danny pointed out, pausing to peck Sam lightly on the mouth, who chased after his lips with a frown when he pulled back just as quickly as he had struck. “Imagine the looks on their faces when I tell them I’ve done all this investigative work just to find out that Sam’s super secret girlfriend is none other than…wait for it…”

“Oh, let me guess!” Sam mocked in Josh’s parroting voice, arching an eyebrow and pretending to think deeply. “The Queen of England?”

“No, no, she’s too good for you!” Danny growled in Jake’s beloved yet atrocious fake British accent. “It’s gotta be…the lady giraffe at the zoo!”

“She’s a little short for my taste,” Sam teased, holding Danny’s hair up over his head and waving it as if caught in a wind. “I like ‘em tall.”

“How tall do you think I am?” Danny scoffed, straightening his arms so he was planking over Sam, his hair falling in a dark curtain that made the rest of the room fall away so the only thing he could see was Sam. And he certainly didn’t mind the view, especially when it was looking up at him with a light in his eyes that seemed to shine only for him.

“Not tall enough,” Sam smiled cheekily and Danny raised an eyebrow at him.

“Whatever.” Danny lowered himself again so that he was draped over Sam, the tips of their noses touching again. “I’m still your super secret special girlfriend.”

“You’re my super secret special dumbass,” Sam assured him with puckered lips, jutting his chin out in a lazy attempt to steal a kiss. “Come here.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Danny breathed, stopping Sam’s lips with his pointer finger, gingerly pressing the tip of his finger against the soft, pink flesh before tapping his nose. “And then I’ll think about it.”

“To be fair,” Sam retorted, biting at Danny’s finger when he pulled it back. “You never officially asked me.”

“I didn’t realize you were expecting a whole big thing.”

“I was expecting bread and circus. Doves and rose petals.”

“I confessed to you under the stars on your birthday, what more do you want from me? Sheesh. Picky, picky.”

“You’re the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had,” Sam declared.

“I’ll take it!” Danny beamed, colliding the grin that was breaking out over his face into Sam, who accepted it with his own smile. Sam then drowned him in a long kiss, holding him close with his hands tangled comfortably in his curls and his legs slotted between Danny’s in a way that he had started to make a habit.

In fact, since their night on the roof, Sam had found it extremely difficult to keep his hands off of his best friend. He had been into Danny for what felt like forever, so now that he had his chance to have him all to himself, he was doing everything in his power not to waste it. His brother’s suspicions made sense when he put into perspective just how often he had begun to ignore their texts or offers to hang out in favor of beelining to Danny’s apartment after school or work and staying for as long as he could before his next class. But how could he not? Danny was all over him too. A kiss on the roof had led to a locked door, shirts on the floor, and a few days recycling the same turtleneck until the marks that had bloomed under Danny’s teeth had faded. Not much had changed in that regard, except that now Danny had the restraint and wherewithal to leave bruises where they couldn’t be seen by curious coworkers or ridiculously nosy brothers.

“Okay, fine,” Sam whined as Danny worked his shirt over his head and left a barrage of light kisses against the achingly sensitive skin on his neck. “Maybe you’re not the worst boyfriend in the world.”

“Gee, thanks,” Danny murmured against his skin, his tongue darting out and making Sam hum as he cradled Danny’s head against him. “Good to know I just need to get you worked up a little bit to be nicer to me.”

“Take me all the way and I’ll be more than nice,” Sam purred, flattening his hands against Danny’s back under his shirt and raking his nails down, making Danny groan into his neck.

“Kinda slutty of you,” Daniel chuckled, coming back up for air and gazing down at Sam with pink cheeks and the freckles on his nose so close that Sam was tempted to nip each and every one.

“You love that about me,” Sam teased, smoothing his palms over Danny’s lower back and hips as he watched his eyelids flutter and the warm hazel of his eyes get swallowed up by his pupils.

“You have no idea,” Danny groaned lowly, descending on Sam hungrily.

If he was being tasked with keeping an eye on him, he figured he might as well make it both worth their while.

Taglist: @s0livagant @holdingup-fallingsky @t00turnttrauma @the-starcatcher @streamsofstardust @spark-my-nature @joshkiszkashusband

#i am not immune to shenanigans #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #sanny gvf #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van art #you dont go to parties #karoufiction

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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do you have any hcs for lee!sunny ler!mari? ive seen like. nothing w/ these two and that is an issue/lh

Heyaaa!!! I took some time to answer this, so thanks for the patience ^v^ my period made like pass out on the bed for a week BWGSVHSVE

Here we are!!! Honestly my heart absolutely MELTED writing this so I hope you like this as well ♡

[~*~]

🌸🪻 MARI AND SUNNY'S TICKLE HEADCANONS 🐈‍⬛🖊

It was mentioned that Sunny got Mari's bed because it was softer and stuff and honestly all I can think is that, before it, Mari would simply get up from her bed to get a glass of water or to make something mundane for a few secs and when she got into her room again that would be a smol-human-shaped lump admist all her plushies/covers and Sunny would refuse to leave most of the time (not that Mari really minded) but be very willing to make up space for her to lay and cuddle

Sometimes tho Mari would feel very playful and just start to lightly spidering her fingers on his sides and back when they were in that situation and Sunny would get all squirmy and smile but not really moving away because the tickling is so light and he is comfortable. After keeping this up for a few seconds she would eventually launch a full tickle attack until Sunny rolled out of the bed and keep pouting at her from his spot on the floor until she chuckled, made grabby hands at him and promised that she wouldn't tickle him anymore.

Mari loves to play with Sunny's hair. After a whole afternoon of playing and goofing around he would usually lay his head on her thighs to rest and she would comb her fingers through his hair strands. It wouldn't be very rare of her to slip a few silly wiggly fingers to scribble on his neck or tease his ears, especially if dinnertime is getting close and he doesn't want to wake up.

Cheer up tickles and wake up tickles. That is it. That is the whole headcanon.

They don't know who got this from who but both Hero and Mari have this tradition that when their young sibs are trying to escape from the tickle monster (I feel like while Kel is very good at running, Sunny would be amazing at dodging but idk) they open their arms for a hug, chasing after their sibs and talking about how could they run away from some lovely sibling loveee~

Mari likes to pretend that tickling Sunny is like playing an instrument. His sensitive ribs can be a piano, the ticklish legs a guitar and his tummy-yummy (her words exactly) a trumpet. Also, even tho Sunny feels embarrassed, he secretly loves the fact that she says that his laughter is a melody.

One of Sunny's favorite passtime between him and Mari is that when Mari is playing or writing but he still wants interaction, he can sit on her lap and watch her do her own thing, and sometimes he get bored and turn around to hug her or just rest a face right under her chin and she will rub his back. It's more relaxing than really tickly but still it puts a wobbly smile on his face and it's one of the few things that make his mind go completely blank, 100% concentrated on how warm, comfy and nice this feels.

(Mari can and will be sometimes evil enough to pinch and pinch the ticklish spots on his spine, which makes him lose his concentration and huff and puff his way thro a few giggles before he manages to lay a very-light-but-still-warning raspberry on her neck.)

(Depending on their mood it can evolve to a full tickle fight)

Mari laughs together with Sunny when she is tickling him. She loves how cute and carefree he looks like when someone decides to knead his sides or skitter under his knees. Besides, Sunny always - and I mean *alwayas* - get EXTREMELY gigglier when someone laughs with him. He doesn't know to explain why but he could swear it makes the tickles 100% ticklier

Mari was the first to discover that Sunny has ticklish cheeks because he was such a CUTE lil KID she couldn't help but to kiss his chubby cheeks over and over again until her precious lil bro was a mess of uncontrollable laughter and squeaks in her arms

When he gets older, Sunny manages to make at her the most '-' and -.- faces when he can see the tickle attack come, which soon turns into a pout, then huffs of quiet yelps, - sometimes a snort or two - and then the lovely laughter that we love and appreciate so much! And look at this beautiful smile :D

#Ticklish!Sunny #Lee!Sunny #Ler!Mari #omori tickle headcanons #omori tickling #omori tickles #Kanene's askys #kanene's headcanons #some parts may be confusing. it's becauae I am sleepy HAGGWFWGW #honestjy those two bring me so much joy and happiness why must the game hurt me like this #so...soft....#fbpanimations is precious #it's not a lot but it's honest work #xD #hope you liked it! ^v^#I like to think that even after Sunny got Mari's old bed he would still sneak to sleep on hers new one BWFFSGSWB #look it is about comfy it's about having a trusted fam next to you it's about being a NUISANCE in the best harmless way

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kuchipark · 11 months

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South Park Main Four Dancing HC’s below the cut

(Head Canons By Someone Who Can’t Dance For Shit)

[This was supposed to just be about dancing but I got a tad side tracked, so there is some bits about their music taste in there, too. Enjoy!! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)♡]

Main four + Butters bonus

Kenny McCormick:

- Unintentionally good.

- The way he dances is slightly feminine but not at all girly. (just smoother, more control over his hips, his limbs move in a satisfying, flowy way, less stiff, etc.)

- He takes the male role when slow dancing/waltzing/grinding, etc.(had to add the last one because he TOTALLY is the type to be shamelessly grinding on the dance floor) but with salsa dancing he sometimes likes to take the feminine role, just because he thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

- Finds a way to dance to any song. Like Peruvian pan flute music.

- Dances when he’s happy

- Confident Dancer

- Really satisfying to look at

- Isn’t aware that he’s good at dancing, because he doesn’t really think dancing is something you can be “good” or “bad” at, it’s just shaking your body in all directions and not giving a fuck about what anyone thinks

- Would never judge someone for how they dance

- “Twerks” (just throws his back back, and calls it twerking)

- Dances with friends to cheer them up (like in that one Harry Potter scene, where Harry dances with Hermione to cheer her up (fuck JK Rowling but that scene is adorable))

- Often dances with Karen, free and fun entertainment

- he still listens to CD’s/cassette tapes, because he can’t afford an Apple Music/Spotify/SoundCloud subscription and he had some old CD/cassette players laying around that he fixed up. Cartman rips on him for this, telling him to “get with the times”, but he doesn’t care.

- He doesn’t have spotify because he can’t skip songs, which is super annoying because he throws every song he likes into one big playlist. So when he’s listening to relaxing songs, he wants to be able to skip the heavy metal Slipknot song that comes on right after. He does have Soundcloud because there are less ads than Spotify, and he can skip songs, but he honestly prefers CDs and cassettes at this point.

- Drags people to the dance floor at parties

- Likes songs with dirty or doltish/childish lyrics

- Dabbles in some country

- Is 100% a juggalo

Stan Marsh:

- Stan dances like a mom;,.. Or a wine-drunk Randy

- At times Horribly offbeat

- Can’t tell if he got his moves from Randy or Sharon

- A bit of a stiff dancer

- Bad but in a charming way, that’s fun to look at

- Knows he sucks, but doesn’t care

- He has potential but he lacks a sense of rhythm and all his moves are at least 20 years old

- The confidence he oozes makes his uncool moves not seem awkward but more endearing

- Still does stuff like that one scuba dance move, or the thing with the peace signs over the eyes

- Loves playing Just Dance with Kenny. Kenny just does it as a stress reliever but Stan tryhards, determined to beat Kenny’s ass at least once.

- He and Kenny usually dance together at parties, leaving Kyle to look for Stan everywhere (because he never announces where he’s going, he just sees Kenny on the dance floor and beelines in his direction.

- When Stan & Kenny are REAAALLy drunk, the dancing gets weirdly sensual (like Stan holding Kenny’s hips from behind, or vise versa) just because they think it’s fucking hilarious. There isn’t any actual sexual tension, just friends goofing around. sometimes they accumulate a little (mostly female) audience when they do this. The girls wolf whistle and yell shit like “Yeah, baby! shake that! (Which—let’s face it—are usually Bebe/Red or Heather) Nichole and Wendy usually just stands there, amused, trying to suppress laughs, cheering them on.

- Sometimes, (If Stan & Wendy aren’t fighting/broken up) Wendy will tap Kenny’s shoulder and ask if she can steal his Date from him. Kenny very politely backs off, but not before giving Stan a big, sloppy kiss on the hand/cheek and mouthing stuff like “call me” (with the accompanied hand sign, ofc) while getting dragged off by Bebe.

- The one thing he is actually good at is slow dancing, he spent hours upon hours practicing with Kyle because he was scared he’d step on Wendy’s feet (and he had good reason, Kyle’s toes suffered more than one could count) He could’ve asked Kenny for help, but dancing like that in a serious way—not just fucking around—while sober was way too vulnerable (Plus, he would rather slow dance with Kyle).

- Stan begs Kyle to dance with him all the time but Kyle isn’t that big on dancing, at least not in public

- Stan also listens to CD’s and cassettes, but he likes it for the “aesthetic”. He and Kenny exchange CD’s and cassettes every few weeks so that they can listen to each others recommendations. Kenny likes literally almost any genre, so he almost always digs the music Stan picks for him. But Stan has a more particular music taste and has gotten back to Kenny with a “Dude, wtf was that” more than a few times. Kenny has gotten really good and guessing what Stan will, and won’t like, though. So that rarely ever happens anymore.

- Very passionate about music

- Metalhead (duhhh)

- Aggressively sings along to songs

Kyle Broflovski:

- Also aggressively sings along to songs (He can’t sing)

- Not good but not bad

- Also a bit stiff

- Usually just nods along to the music

- Doesn’t hate dancing but just doesn’t do it as often as Stan & Kenny

- Prefers dancing alone in his room, or with Stan rather than out in public

- Not a big fan of the dance floor, but after a drink or two he can be persuaded

- A good slow dancer, taught by Sheila… against his will

- Likes watching Kenny and Stan dance. Specifically Stan, something about the way he dances so confidently uncool and manages not to look awkward mesmerizes him. Kenny just moved like a flowy piece of fabric, anyone would find it satisfying to look at.

- While teaching Stan how to slow dance, Stan would sometimes twirl him (that’s not a part of slow dancing, but Stan just thinks it’s more fun that way) and he’d sometimes twirl Stan too, but he couldn’t do it more than twice in a row before Stan would get nauseous and almost throw up (either from the twirling or from something else? ;))

- Usually watches on the couch while Kenny and Stan play just dance, and usually getting successfully coaxed into playing with them for just oneeee song

- Likes the cure (END OF DISCUSSION, THIS IS NOT EVEN A HC, IT’S CANON)

- Likes rock and jazz

- When he does dance it’s usually kind of laid back (Unlike Stan and Kenny who throw their entire soul into it) Because he’s a but more conscious of all the eyes around them. But he can definitely let loose when you mix the right amount of booze… or when he’s tryharding Just Dance

- On the rare occasion that he can actually find them, he’ll cheer on Stan and Kenny, too

- Kyle usually gets the aux, Kenny used to get a chance but after he put on “No Cock Like Horse Cock” by Pepper Coyote for the third time, they made an unanimous decision to put him on timeout

- Still uses the same ipod he’s been using since 2013 to listen to music

Eric Cartman:

- Does not dance

- Refuses to dance

- He just stands there with his arms crossed, tapping his foot at most

- Except when lady gaga comes on, he’ll give a whole performance

- Most definitely dances when no one is watching

- Likes hiphop/pop

- Definitely thinks he can rap

- Blares along to every song

- Out of breath after the most minimal of dancemoves

- Gets his panties in a twist when Stan and Kenny “fag it up” at parties

(Bonus)Butters:

- Somehow even more off beat than Stan, in an awkward way

- Too shy to dance at first, but once he starts there is no holding him back

- Seriously, what the fuck is this guy doing?

- Flaps around his arms and calls it a dance move

- Really fun to dance with

- plays christmas music in July

- one word: Gangnam Style and Baby Shark

- Those are five words

- But seriously, never let this guy do the music, you’ll regret it immediately

All:

- I saw this in a fanfic once, but it’s perfect. They definitely all sing along to The Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang. I will stand by this till I die!

That was it!! (for now), I spent waaaaay too long doing this and as you can probably tell I got lazy towards the end. (But tbh I didn’t rlly have any ideas for Cartman/Kyle, like I feel like they could go a lot of ways.)

I hope it wasn’t too long,, or too short. Let me know some of your HC’s if you feel like it, I love reading them!

Is anyone gonna read this ya think?

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nebsisdead · 9 months

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𝐉𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐞//𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

ᴺᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ ˣ ʲʲᵏ

“Papa....” Umeko quietly whimpered, gripping onto her fathers pantlegs in fear. She didnt wanna go to school!voice squeaked out. Satoru looked down at Umeko and sighed, his eyes were red and puffy under his blindfold. “Umeko, what's wrong?” He asked in A gentle voice squatting down to be next to her. Usually Satoru was the type of Dad to be constant fun, he wasnt the best with emotional support. But he couldnt cop out anymore, Kei was gone. And he had to step up.

Umeko jumped into his arms and refused to let go. “Umeko I know you're nervous about this but trust me. You're gonna make some great friends.” Satoru attempted to comfort her, his voice still slightly Hoarse. “But you didn't go here when you were little… Why do I need to?” She asked. Satoru sighed looking down at the red-eyed girl.

“Thats because my parents werent cool,they didnt let me do fun stuff and ruined my fun!” He gave Umeko a small smile, hoping his little act would cheer her up.. Umeko looked up and nodded shyly, still clinging to his jacket.

He sighed picking her up and approaching the building, the swirly symbol on the front was carved into stone and the large imposing red doors made Satoru internally roll his eyes.

As he opened the doors he looked around for the main office, once he found it he rang the bell. When A Kunoichi rounded the corner he gave A small wave to which the woman ran away in fear. He sighed “Drama queen…”

“Sir?” A meek voice asked. He looked back to the main office desk to see A young woman standing there. He smiled and waved at her, walking closer. “Hello, I'm here to sign my daughter in.” He explained. The woman nodded and pulled out A small book flipping through the pages.

“Name and daughter's name?” She asked. “Satoru Gojo And Umeko Gojo” He smiled. As soon as the words left his mouth the woman looked up in fear. She gulped down and attempted to keep her composure

“A-ah yes, I- uhm…” She stuttered attempting to find her voice once more. Satoru’s expression quickly turned sour, he was hoping this wouldn't be taking too long but clearly, the people of this village still feared the mention of the Gojo clan's name.

Satoru didnt like his clan either but it got tiring to have everyone look at him with such fear and disdain. He just hoped it wouldnt effect Umeko too much.

Either way, the Gojo clan was full of pretentious assholes that wanted to further their own agenda and could care less about the rest of the world. Satoru was ashamed to say he was even related to them but sadly he was. They even called him the clan's paragon when he was younger. By some miracle he didnt become A sociopath like the rest of his family.

“Im sorry but could you hurry up please? I don't want my daughter to be late to her first day of school.” Satoru sighed as his patience was beginning to run thin. Usually Satoru was cheerful and happy, often preferring to goof off and have fun rather than be formal all the time. “Ah- yes sir!” The woman squeaked and handed him A small form, it was the regular ninja academy spiel. He quickly signed it and handed it back over to the woman.

“You read it that quickly?” She asked in disbelief. “You got A problem with that?” Satoru shot back with A smirk. “N-no sir.” The woman stumbled over her words like A baby fawn learning to walk. Satoru rolled his eyes and began to walk away with his daughter gripping onto him like A baby Koala. “Oh sir! We usually don't allow parents to drop their children off directly at their class- '' The woman attempted to catch up to Satoru leaving the office. “Well make an exception.” He groaned, not wanting to argue with A poorly paid school secretary at the moment. The woman gulped and looked away in fear. “Y-yes sir.” She mumbled and walked into the office once more.

Satoru walked away now supremely annoyed and considered just enrolling her the following year. And as much as both of them would like that it would be easier on the poor girl's social life to go to the academy at the same time as everybody else.

Satoru knocked on the classroom door and was met with A brown-haired man with A small scar across his nose bridge, and A leaf headband brandished across his forehead. “Ah you must be the missing student! My name is Iruka Umino” He asked in A rhetorical fashion, Umeko ducked her head into Satoru's chest to avoid eye contact with the man. “Sorry she's always been A bit shy…” Satoru sighed, stroking her hair.

“It's alright, I deal with shy students all the time.” Iruka assured him. Satoru began to pass him Umeko who began to cling onto him harder. Satoru sighed and set her on the ground. “I promise i'll be back, okay?” He promised to hold out his pinky. Umeko sniffled and held out hers. “But i dont want you to be back! I wanna stay with you…” She whimpered. Satoru nodded and grasped her pinky. “I promise youre going to have fun. Just trust me on this one Ume.” He assured her, giving her a goofy smile to make her happy.

Umeko shyly nodded and inched over to Iruka giving her father A little wave, Satoru giggled and waved back. “I'll see you after school, Ume!” He cooed happily. As soon as he left the door frame Umeko felt her fears begin to swirl in her stomach like an angry tornado. Her emotions quickly calmed when she felt A hand ruffle her hair, she looked up to see Iruka patting her head with A kind smile. She smiled back feeling A little better.

“Alright everyone! Since our missing student is here we can finally start introductions!” Iruka announced. He kneeled down to Umekos level and gave her A small smile. “Go sit up there next to the girl with the dark purple hair.” He pointed to A desk in the corner of the room to which A girl was sitting. Umeko nodded and got to the desk mentally doing gymnastics as her stomach flipped at the feeling of eyes watching her.

“Uhm can I sit here..?” Umeko asked in A meek voice to the other girl. “O-oh, yes of course…” She mumbled out. Umeko sat down and gave her plenty of room not wanting to be A bother. “Alright everyone! Let's do our introductions!” Iruka announced

There were A few excited gasps from students and small chatter before Iruka silenced them by putting his hand up. “Alright first up-Aburame Shino?” Iruka asked, looking around the class, A boy meekly raised his hand. “Ah there you are Shino, now come on and introduce yourself!” Iruka said cheerfully.

“My name is Shino Aburame… I like bugs…” Whatever else the boy mumbled out it was too quiet for the class to hear. “A-ah, that's very nice Shino. Ehm Akimichi Choji!”

A brown haired boy got up with A large smile spread across his face. “My name is Choji Akimichi! I like eating!” He cheerfully announced. Umeko was less confused by his declaration and more impressed at his social skills. ‘He just got up and did it… He didn't even hesitate…’ she thought.

“Alright thank you Choji, Next up is-'' Iruka paused and looked up to Umeko with A scared look. Umeko had hoped he already knew her last name and did not fear her but it was the same look she had always gotten. “U-Uhm, Next up is Gojo Umeko.” As Iruka called out her name she internally cringed and got up. She was pleasantly surprised to see that nobody in the class looked scared or angry, some were suspicious but most just looked at her like A real person, it caused A small smile to grow on her face.

“My name is Umeko. I like cats!” Umeko plucked up all of courage and spoke. She immediately sat down as Iruka slowly continued. She began to tune the introductions out, becoming tired of the same old formula. And then suddenly an annoyed voice broke through her foggy daze.

“My name is Sasuke Uchiha.” The boy was annoyed and he clearly didn't want to introduce himself in the first place. “Okay Sasuke, could you tell us something you like?” Iruka asked. Sasuke huffed and turned away, refusing to say anything more. Iruka sighed and decided to move on to save his brain cells. Umeko looks over at Sasuke with A curious glance to which he glares back. Umeko shrinks back into her seat and all of her curiosity leaves her body as her anxiety returns.

“Alright, Uzumaki Naruto.” iruka called out A small tint of disdain laced in his voice. Despite the hate evident in the teacher's voice, the boy jumped at the opportunity. “My name is Naruto Uzumaki Believe it! And I'm gonna be the hokage!” His voice was happy and full of determination, a stark contrast to the boy who came before him. “Seriously? We don't even know you yet and you already sound like A jerk! A pink haired girl shouted. “Yeah.” Another girl huffed. Umeko looked down at the unfolding conversation with intrigue as she watched the group argue.

It was almost fascinating to watch people interact in Umeko’s eyes, an intrinsic dance as you glide through topics like an elegant form of Ballet. However, she was aware it wasn't exactly A common thing that most six year olds enjoyed. That's exactly why she never shared it, well if she had friends to share it with in the first place.

As the introductions finished they had moved outside to start with A lesson. Umeko was A bit nervous since she had never been all too good at controlling any form of chakra. She knew she had the ability because of A few lucky tries but besides those parts of her kekkei genkai would just activate on their own. It was really troublesome for any form of training.

“Alright, so we can see how everyone fairs were going to do some basic duels. Nothing intense just to see where you all stand in the form of skill.” Iruka explained. ‘Well atleast Mister Iruka won't be scared when he sees how weak I am…’ She thought. Umeko was never all too skilled in the self confidence department. “Alright, let's start with drawing lots.” Iruka pulled out A small box full of paper slips with the students' names.

Iruka reached his hand into the box and pulled out two small white slips of paper. “Shikamaru Naara and Choji Akimichi, please step forward.” As Iruka called out their names the two stepped forward. “So uh, Sensei?” Choji called out it A nervous voice. “What is it?” Iruka answered. “The thing is… I really dont wanna have to fight against my friends. Y’know?” Choji confessed. “Well… look Choji this isn't like A fight. This is traditional shinobi hand to hand combat. Even our hokage and those before him participated in such drills and became stronger by sparring!” Iruka explained. Shikamaru began to walk away from the dueling circle rather uninterested in the prospect of fighting his friend. “Yeah, Look sensei. Just go ahead and put down that I went out of bounds, Okay?And then we can move on to the next pair.” Shikamaru sighed. “Hey wait-” Iruka called. “You might be calling this training or whatever but if there's gonna be A winner it's actually A match.” Shikamaru explained. “And since that's the case wouldn't it save you some trouble to decide who wins from the start?” Shikamaru asks.

“Boy he really has no motivation. He's never gonna make chunin like that!” Kiba exclaimed. “That's not entirely true…” Shino mumbled. Kiba looked over at the hooded boy, intrigued by his words. “It's because people can change over the course of A lifetime, a lot can happen…” He pondered. “You are so hung up on minor details!” Kiba whined.

“COME ON SHIKAMARU!” Ino yelled. “YOU ARE THE LAZIEST KID I'VE EVER MET! AND CHOJI YOU'RE JUST A COWARD!” Ino berated the two boys disappointed in their lack of drive. “Hey Ino do you know those two boys or something?” Sakura asked, curious at the girl's outburst. “Yeah, sort of. Our parents are friends.” Ino explained.

“Forget it. Shikamaru, Choji. Give the unison sign.” Iruka sighed. “Oh right, I forgot.” Shikamaru yawned, walking towards Choji. They stood in front of each other and each curled their thumb and folded their pinky and ring finger, making the sign towards each other. “I'm really sorry Shikamaru.” Choji apologized. “Nah it's okay. I know you stink at stuff like this. And it's A drag for me too…” Shikamaru sighed. Iruka looked on with A smile, at least the two had learned something.. “Good. Unison sign complete.” Iruka sighed.

“Next up is… Naruto Uzumaki!” Iruka called. “YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!” A loud voice yelled from beside Umeko, she jumped a bit not realizing the boy was there earlier. Part of her wanted to talk to him. Make friends with him or do anything but her mouth wouldn't move. She just looked shyly at the boy. She really wished she wasnt so shy, maybe then she could actually be friends with some of them

“Wait, is he the one..?” One kid whispered. “My parents said I wasn't allowed to talk to him…” Another continued. “Out of everyone here I want to be paired with him the least!”

Umeko looked over at him and A small smile fell upon her face. Maybe there was somebody else who the adults of the village feared. “And Sasuke Uchiha! Step forward you two.” Iruka called.

Umeko felt A pang of fear. Sasuke Uchiha, wasn't that the boy who glared at her earlier? “Sasuke get him!” One cheered

“Go Sasuke!” Another added “I wish I could do the unison sign with Sasuke…” Another dreamily sighed.

Umeko was A bit confused, all of this for A boy who was more threatening than kind? Honestly it appeared that he hadn't even spoken to any of them. What had put them in such A trance-like state for A boy? “You got this Sasuke!” Ino called. “You're totally gonna win! I'm sure of it!” Sakura cheered.

Umeko looked over to Naruto and saw him walking into the dueling circle. He seemed rather upset, Umeko couldn't blame him. If she had everyone cheering against her she’d feel pretty bad too.

“LETS GO! I'M GONNA WIN THIS FOR SURE!” Naruto yelled.

“Uhm- best of luck Naruto-” Hinata attempted to cheer the boy on but was immediately interrupted by another student. “TAKE HIM DOWN SASUKE!” Umeko smiled at Hinata, at least there was one other girl who wasn't affected by whatever poison seeped into the others minds. “Alright it's Naruto Uzumaki versus Sasuke Uchiha-” Before Iruka could even finish his introduction he was interrupted by the spikey haired blonde. “COME ON LETS JUST DO THIS IDIOT!” Naruto yelled. “Hey, stop that Naruto. You need to make the proper spar sign before you two begin.Its simple etiquette” Iruka demonstrated. “I don't care about any of that stuff! I just wanna hurry it up and defeat this jerk already!” Naruto declared.

“It's time for A new mister popular around here y’know!” Naruto yelled. “Whatever loser, but I'll make it quick if that's what you want.” Sasuke teased. “Enough. Both of you, good grief.” iruka rubbed his nose bridge. As both got into A fighting stance there was A small pause of silence before Iruka called out.

“BEGIN-”

It took Almost no time at all. Sasuke struck Naruto to the ground holding his fist over his face. There was A small pause as Sasuke stood over Naruto's body, but before it could get too odd, Iruka put an end to it.

“Sasuke wins, now make the unison sign so we can move on.” Iruka explained. As Sasuke began to walk away Naruto flew up onto his feet quickly. “H-HEY COME BACK! You weren't even looking at me, that didn't count!” Naruto called itching for A re-match. Sasuke looked back at him and smirked. “GOT SOMETHIN TO SAY TO ME YOU HARD AND RUNNY CRAP TURD!?” Naruto yelled, he probably had more insults too but it was ended by A swift punch to the head from Iruka. “I TOLD YOU HAND TO HAND COMBAT IS A SACRED TRADITION! NOW MAKE THE UNISON SIGN!” Iruka yelled. “AND YOU TOO, DO IT SASUKE!” Iruka called, making sure to not leave either of the boys out of his reprimand.

Naruto got up and huffed walking towards the center of the circle. As they were in their proper standing spots they both grabbed each other's shirts with glares.

“You wanna go another round you loser?” Sasuke asked with venom in his voice. Iruka ran towards them getting fed up by their incessant bickering. “Hey enough! Quit it, both of you!” Iruka groaned.

“Narutos just the worst!” One student bitterly insulted

“Yeah what's up with him?” Another added. As Naruto began to run off Umeko ran after him, stopping him just before he reached the fence and catching his arm. He looked back at her with an angry glare. Umeko suddenly realized she had probably gone too far and retracted her grip and began apologizing.

“I-Im sorry… I just thought that you were pretty cool. I- I just thought that you needed some company…” She looked away now feeling A bit ashamed by her outburst. Naruto looked at her for A moment before the cogs in his head clicked into place.

‘That's where I know her from!’ He thought.

漫~*'¨¯¨'*·舞~

It was always better to sneak around, more efficient. Naruto was huddled in an alleyway corner behind A stack of boxes to stay out of anyone's sight. He had stolen A piece of bread from A stall. He didn't have any allowance money left from the third but it wasn't like the villagers would actually give him food in return anyway.

As he sat huddled with some bread he heard A passing conversation.

“I still can't believe the third is allowing them to stay here…” One sighed.

Naruto's curiosity immediately dropped. From the way they were speaking he automatically assumed it was about him. But before he could tune it out his assumption was proven wrong.

“I mean really? That family has done nothing for us, the Gojos act as if they are better than us in every right! They stay out of village affairs in their stupid sanctuary they hide in.” A woman granted to the other. Naruto's curiosity rose listening to the two. He had never heard of the clan. Everyone knew of the Uchiha, Senju, and Hyuga but he had never heard of the Gojo.

“I'm sure lord third has A reason for letting them stay here, he wouldn't compromise our safety more than he already has letting the monster stay here.”

There it was. The obligatory mention of Naruto under the odd pseudonym that he never could fully comprehend. What did he do to earn the horrible name? Nobody would ever give him an answer, not even the Hokage himself.

“Whatever lord thirds plan is. I'm sure of its sound. We just have to deal with them as long as it's in motion.”

漫~*'¨¯¨'*·舞~

‘I knew I heard her name before!’ He thought. A large smile spread across Naruto's face. Umeko smiled, hoping at least something she did made him feel better.

“You're A Gojo. Right?” He asked with excitement. Umkeos smile dropped, it seemed that the boy she had temporarily found solace in felt the same. She frowned and looked away. Naruto's eyes widened as she began to inch away.

“Wait! I promise it's not anything bad! I- I heard people around the village talking about your family and I guess I'm just curious.” He attempted to explain. Umeko smiled and walked back towards him.

“I'm not really sure why so many people don't like us… Dad never really likes to tell me. He says I'll understand when I'm older.” She said Naruto's smile didn't falter, in fact it might have grown bigger.

“That's okay! Uhm do you wanna maybe- be friends?” He asked, trying not to come off too strong. Umekos' smile grew, her little eyes sparkling like never before. “Yes! I- I would like that.” She accepted A smile spread across her features.

“Naruto!” Iruka's voice called out. The two children looked over to see Iruka running over to them.

“Umeko, was he bothering you- I can call your father if you would like-” Iruka seemed to be panicking looking at Umeko as if she was A shard of glass.

“I'm alright, I just wanted to make sure Naruto was okay.” Umeko answered, trying to come off as confident when she in reality came off closer to her fathers threatening aura. “I- yes right…” Iruka stuttered out. “Just come back this way, we still have duels to go through.” Iruka instructed. Naruto and Umeko followed him back to the rest of the class who were impatiently waiting for their return. “Seriously Naruto? Did you really have to run off?” A kid groaned. “Yeah now we had to wait for Iruka to drag you back over!” another scoffed.

Naruto frowned and looked away. Umeko held his hand and looked at him with A warm smile. Naruto smiled back, maybe the academy could be fun…

Satoru stood waiting for the bell to ring and dismissed the students. He was nervous about Umeko being teased or being lonely but he held out hope for her to at least make one friend. He noticed A presence beside him and smiled. The man's dark brown parted hair was unmistakable along with his dark black eyes.

“Youre Fugaku Uchiha, right?” Satoru hummed in acknowledgement. The man looked over and gave him A curt nod. “You got A kid in the academy too?” Satoru asked. Fugaku nodded with A small smile. “Yes, my eldest actually just left the academy. My youngest just joined today.” He hummed. Satoru smiled.

“My daughter joined today as well. Maybe they are in the same class.” Satoru pondered. Fugaku chuckled. “I would hope so, it would be nice for my son to have A Gojo as A rival.” He jokingly said. Satoru smiled over to him, “You know you're the first person i've met here other than the Hokage who doesn't fear me irrationally.” Satoru observed, Fugaku shrugged and let out A small sigh. “Most of the people of this village have never been welcoming of change.” Fugaku explained. Satoru nodded and adjusted his blindfold atop his eyes to make it feel more comfortable.

“What's your son's name, if you don't mind me asking.” Satoru asked, looking over to Fugaku, tearing his eyes away from the academy doors. “Sasuke.” Fugaku answered quickly, leaving an air of silence. Satoru nodded as if to approve. “My daughter's name is Umeko.” Satoru sighed. Fugaku chuckled and looked over to Satoru with A genuine smile. “That's A lovely name for A young girl.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the loud ring of the academy bell. Students poured out the doors and rushed to their parents excited to tell them about their day. Much to Satoru’s surprise it seemed that Umeko wasn't one of the first ones out. However he saw A young boy run into Fugakus arms, presumably his son.

When Satoru looked back to the doors he was surprised to see that Umeko was walking out with another child. They had spikey blonde hair and small whiskers on their cheeks with bright blue eyes. Satoru recognized the appearance, it was the exact same as the description of the young jinchuriki boy he had heard of.

As soon as Umeko spotted him she ran full force into his arms. Satoru laughed and lifted her into the air laughing, as she giggled excitedly to see her father. “Umeko! How was your day?” Satoru asked, a large smile on his face.

“It was really nice… I made a friend! His name is Naruto!” She exclaimed Satoru smiled and set her down. Umeko ran back to her friend and pulled him over, Satoru frowned when he realized the boy's expression was far more fearful than excited. Once Umeko had dragged him over she seemed to make the exact same observation as her smile dulled into A frown.

“Naruto what's wrong?” She asked looking over to the boy. Fugaku looked at Satoru with A judgemental expression. Satoru looked back with a blank face, as if to shove the man away. Satoru crouched down to Naruto's level and gave him A smile.

“Hello Naruto. It's nice to meet you.” Satoru attempted to keep his tone leveled so as to not scare the young boy. Naruto's face morphed to shock. He had met adults before that didn't hate him, like lord third or Teuchi. But he had never met anyone else. And it especially shocked him as the man seemed to brandish a leaf headband across his eyes. “You… you don't hate me?” Naruto asked, his voice full of disbelief. Satoru laughed and looked back towards him.

“Why would I? After all you're my daughter's friend, why wouldn't I like you?” He asked with fake curiosity. The boy was clearly self conscious and not exactly emotionally healthy if that was his first instinct.

“No-it's not that I just-” Naruto attempted to stutter out any form of reasoning for his question. However Satoru just ruffled his hair. “Here. How about you and Umeko go out tonight? I could treat you guys to some food. I mean as long as your parents dont mind.” Satoru offered. Satoru was well aware that the boy had no parents, but he didn't want to come off like A stalker so he asked anyway. “Y-yeah they wouldn't mind!” Naruto answered excitedly at the prospect of free food. Umeko smiled looking up at her father. “Thanks dad.” She said, giving him A hug.

“No problem Ume.Now come on! Where do you wanna go?” Satoru asked. Naruto knew exactly where he wanted to go. But in the moment he didn't mind where they went. He was just happy he made A friend, a friend that wouldn't disappear because of their parents warnings. He was happy, maybe the academy would be nice after all…

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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Hello! If you are at all intrigued or interested in what you just read, Tgan, I highly suggest checking it out!

Jubilee is only on wattpad! But i thought it would be a good idea to post a sneak peak to tumblr.

JUBILEE

I would really appreciate people checking it out, it hasn't gotten much foot traffic recently and it's been affecting my motivation. A single read would help.

Regardless thank you

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 11 months

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the coin trick. ( harry gittes x reader )

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You lived on the other side of Boston than your friends which is why when their cab arrived first, you were left behind and spent the time in Cheers having your favorite drink - free thanks to Coach who had spent most of the time chatting to you about your meal but had gone to the other side of the bar to pour drinks before heading to the pool room.

This left you glancing around, growing more bored as time ticked away. You noticed Harry arrive and when he moved took off his jacket and turned his hand, making a coin appear, holding it between his thumb and index finger an arm's length away, raising his other hand as he squinted, focused on the coin.

You had come to Cheers regularly since moving to Boston, so you knew the usual crowd well, however, this was your first time seeing Harry although Sam had warned you about him but it only made you more intrigued.

When you saw Norm watching Harry, you knew you weren't the only one curious about what he was up to. "The Celtics got going pretty good, eh?" Norm spoke up, drawing Harry's attention away from the coin.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't listening." He moved the coin to his other hand, hovering his hand above the coin. "I'm practicing my floating coin trick."

"Pardon me?"

Harry waved a hand dismissively, "Just a little something I do."

"So what is it? A rigged up coin, huh?"

"No, it's just a half dollar." Harry explained, standing up and tossing the coin on the bar as he approached Norm.

"It's a trick or something, right?" Norm picked up the coin, "Strings and wires, stuff life that."

"No strings, no wires. I just take the coin," He took the half dollar from Norm, holding it between his thumb and index finger, "I hold it in the air, out like that, then I let go of it real careful and it just stays there. Floats. Hangs there."

"What am I a goof?" Norm scoffed, pointing to himself. "No way you can make a coin float in the air. No way!"

"You got five bucks if I can do it?" Harry countered.

"Ten! Ten bucks!" Norm exclaimed.

Harry held his hands up, "Wait a minute am I being hustled here? You- You are gonna give me ten bucks if I cannot do it?"

"You're onsville, pal. Come on." Norm took out ten bucks from his pocket and you took a sip from your glass, hiding the smile on your lips as you finished your drink.

Harry held the coin out and focused for a few moments before letting go. The coin clattered to the floor and Norm laughed into his hand.

Harry threw his hands in the air, looking at the coin, "I couldn't do it."

"I knew you couldn't." Norm grinned.

Harry held a hand out and Norm handed him the ten bucks. "You just got stuck with ten bucks." His smile quickly dropped and you put a pretzel in your mouth, a giggle escaping your lips as Norm stood up from where he was perched on the barstool at the end of the bar, shouting for Coach who was in the pool room.

Harry was picking up his jacket when he noticed your amusement. Coach arrived and you observed as Harry turned when Norm explained he had hustled him out of ten dollars.

"I was just gonna call you Coach. I want to buy this lady a drink." Harry stood next to you and you looked at Norm when he pointed at you.

"I'm telling you, Coach. Hey! Y/N! You saw the whole thing! Didn't you?"

Three pairs of eyes focused on you and you failed to suppress your smile. You rested your arms on the bar, shrugging, "Sorry, Norm."

Coach approached you behind the bar, "I didn't know you two know each other." He pointed to you then Harry.

You waved a dismissive hand, "Oh, yeah, we're old -"

"Exes." Harry took a seat beside you and you raised an eyebrow when he smiled. "I'm trying to win her back, Coach."

Your smile grew, well aware he was flirting with you, making his intentions clear, and looked at Coach, ordering another drink. Harry repeated the order, before setting the ten bucks on the bar and asking for a drink for himself.

While Coach went to the office to get another bottle for Harry's drink, the supplies behind the bar running low, you looked at Norm with a small smile.

"Sorry, Norm. You lost. Accept defeat with grace." He glared as he took his seat, "And thank you..." He tilted his head in confusion, "for the drinks."

Harry smiled when you looked at him, holding a hand out. "I'm Harry."

You shook his hand as you introduced himself. "I know who you are." He raised an eyebrow. "You're the man after my heart." You referenced his lie to Coach and he chuckled.

"Is it that obvious?" It was only a part lie. You weren't exes, but he was going to win you over even if it took all night.

You held up your hand, holding your thumb and index finger close together, leaving only a small gap between them. For a few minutes you exchanged backgrounds, and Coach came and went. Eventually, you moved to a table, sitting side by side as you spoke.

"There's one thing I don't understand." You took out a coin from your bag and Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "How did you make it appear?"

A smile formed on his lips as he took the coin, your fingers brushing. You rested your cheek on your hand as he explained the trick and you listened with a smile as he explained, showing you. Being the showman he is, Harry closes his left hand around the coin and makes the coin appear in his right hand.

The door to Cheers opened but you took no notice until Sam called your name, leaning on the bar. "Your cab is here, honey."

You had almost forgot about the cab you called. "Oh, right, yeah, okay," You draped your jacket over your arm, placing your bag on your shoulder as you rose from the chair. You looked at Harry when he held his hand out, revealing the coin you had given him. You thanked him, taking the coin, and looking down at it as you fiddled with it for a moment before meeting his gaze. "Do you want to share a cab?"

"Sure." He smiled, putting his jacket on as he followed you.

Sam watched you leave together, your hands in Harry's who held the door open for you as you left the bar. He turned to look at Norm when he complained about his ten bucks.

"I don't know what I'm more shocked about. The fact he gave her back the coin or that he - wait never mind. I'm stunned that he gave her back the coin." Sam waved a hand dismissively.

"I could have bought three beers with that ten bucks." Norm muttered.

The door opened and you returned, approaching Norm with a smile, holding up ten bucks while Harry held the door open. "Goodnight, Normie."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you!" Norm shouted as you left. You looked over your shoulder at him with a smile as you walked out with Harry who smiled down at you adoringly.

And it was at that exact moment that Sam knew Harry 'the hat' Gittes was in love.

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Congratulations on the 1k followers. Love your writing and your updates make my day.

This is an ask for cant believe she is gone. Can you write a sirius x shy reader where she's very quiet one. She thinks she doesnt deserve him and then sees him with another girl although the girl might've surprised Sirius out of nowhere or someone in polyjuice pretending to be him.

She backs away from him and you can decide what happens but please a fluffy and happy end.

Flowers

Sirius Black x fem! shy! reader

Summary: Y/n is the polar opposite of her boyfriend but after seeing a girl flirt with him all through class, she doesn’t feel good enough

Warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort, established relationship, James being the best, mentions of sex and kissing

A/n: 1.9k words, thank you x that’s so sweet of you to say! I hope you like it 💛

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Clutching your books to your chest, you entered Herbology, about to walk over to your normal spot but it was already taken by someone else. You couldn't see their face, just that they had brown hair and from their cloak was a Ravenclaw. You stood there for longer than you should of, debating whether to go up and ask for your normal seat, next to your prefect boyfriend…or to just find the next available one

Your decision was made for you when the girls fingers run up and down your boyfriends’ arm. Turning away, you spot James trying to make something out of paper in the back so you head over

He doesn’t react when you sit down, just continues making what you think is a flower as he follows steps written on his arm “This look like a…” he holds it up to you, but from his confused look he was clearly expecting his usual partner

Sirius and James used to sit together, but when Sirius took an interest in you he switched seats so he could be close. James didn’t mind at all, he knew Sirius would do the same for him if it meant he could sit next to a certain Miss Evans

James looks over towards Sirius but you keep your eyes trained on the weirdly shaped flower he was still half holding up “What'd he do?” he asks and your eyes snap towards him “I swear whatever it was he’s probably not even realised” he continues, his words more than genuine but it didn’t make you feel better

You weren’t much of a talker, sure you had gotten comfier with Sirius’ friends but your words were still barley a whisper “Nothing”

He tilts his head “Then why you sitting here? Not that I don’t enjoy the lovely company…the Ravenclaw I’m usually with talks all the bloody time” he chuckles to himself and you smile shyly

“My seats taken” you say simply, not sure if James can pick up the sadness in your voice

He did, and his heart ached for you. Sirius had confessed to him that he was scared he was too much for you, of course he didn’t know you felt too little for him. Ironic that in reality you were the perfect balance

“Well” James smiles at you, deciding, as future best man at your wedding, he should cheer you up “Does this look like a flower?” he holds the paper towards you, twirling it around

James was a goofy person…not as cute a goof as your guy but still it was endearing. You shake your head, nose crunching

He lets out a laugh, one attracting the rooms attention “Fuck” he shakes his head, tone light-hearted “It’s supposed to be a cherry blossom” he explains and then goes on to show how sweet James Potter could really be “You see once in like 2nd year, Lily said that she hates flowers because they die. So I was out with your Sirius this summer and saw this book for making origami flowers...and now I want to make her a bouquet of them because they’ll last forever” he smiles as he talks, Lily was a very lucky girl

“If she doesn’t love you for that then she’s silly” you tell him in probably the longest sentence he’d ever heard from you

He smiles “Thanks futures Mrs Pads” he winks and your eyes widen

James chuckled to himself at how worked up you got over being called Sirius’ future misses as class began. While you just focused on the passage of your book, he caught the eye of Sirius who gave him a small smile mouthing

‘She okay?’

James bobs his head, holding up his hand and teetering it, watching as Sirius’ eyebrows knitted

‘why is talk-y girl sitting there’ James gestures with his hand

Sirius rolls his eyes 'She needed help with something’ he answers shrugging

The girl had come to ask him a question and he obliged, of course by the time she had stop talking enough for him to actually answer said question class had started and he could not longer ask her to politely fuck off.

He tries to catch your eye but you won’t look at him so he turns his gaze to James ‘Don’t let her leave’ he asks

James nods giving him a little salute before holding up a flower for judgement, poking his cheek smiling as Sirius mouths ‘pish mate’ before turning around to face the front

You couldn’t pay attention during class, your were supposed to be cutting samples and then identifying them, but really it was spent trying to ignore the girls giggles at your boyfriend and watching James make his the little flowers. You offered to help but he said it wouldn’t mean as much if he didn’t make them himself, and you thought that was so sweet

You wondered if Sirius would want someone to do that for him, so you started making him a little flower, following one of the more complex guides since James decided to just plop the book on the desk, since his written instructs were all smudged and he now had the words ‘fold three times’ written backwards on his cheek

Near the end of class, you saw Sirius smiling and talking with the girl, watching her fill in the conversation and him nodding along. Looking down at your little flower you shoved it in your cloaks pocket, realising that it was a silly thing to make him amd really everything you could offer was kind of silly. You barely talked in public, got flustered easliy, not to mention you couldn't even go up and ask someone for your own seat...it was no wonder people questioned whether you two were actually together.

When class ended you pretty much bolted out of the class room, so fast that James only turned away to pick up his bag then you were gone

“Where is she?” Sirius comes up to the desk, watching as James comedically looks around

James cringes “I had one job” he admits nodding

Sirius nods too “You had one job” he repeats beginning to walk out before stopping “Yes…yes…no… definitely no…yes” he points to the assortment of flowers “I’m still mad at you though...but these are pretty and that one matches your eyes” he points at James before walking out leaving the boy chuckling

As Sirius gets out of the class he sees you quickly making your way around the large courtyard, since after a prank last week there were now hedges in the way of the regular path to the castle entrance

“This is gonna hurt” he prepares himself running towards the hedges and jumping over them, thank merlin of his padfoot side or there was no way he could jump high enough

You were still in your rush when someone landed, quite literally in front of you…and you soon realised that someone was your boyfriend

“Siri?” you say mostly to yourself, hearing giggles and laughs from other passing near by

He groans turning onto his side, leaning on his elbow “Hello darling” he winks, clearly out of breath and in immense pain but still his smooth flirty self

“Are you okay?” you crouch in front of him, looking a little worried

He nods, shifting to sit up on the ground “I am now” he reaches his hand out, thumb flicking over your cheek

Your smiles tug up but your insecurities come back as the girl from earlier passes

“Thanks Siri” she says in flirty tone

He smiles at her giving an awkward kind of wave before turning to look at you, heart aching as he sees your saddened look, chewing your gum bellow your lips, a habit he noticed you did when you were upset

“Darlin” he gets your attention but his sudden movement closer spooks you and you fall onto your arse, skirt flipping up, not so much you were exposed but from his angle he couldn’t help admiring just a little

He leans forward “You okay?” he asks

You nod your head, shying away as people pass

“Hey!” you let out a squeak at your boyfriends’ tone but then realise he’s talking to some Hufflepuff walking by “Only I get to look at her like that!” he warns him, looking slightly menacing before he turns to you, face softening “Sorry” he kisses your nose, fixing your skirt for you

“Thank you” you give him a tiny smile

His hands rest on your knees, chin leaning on them like he wasn’t in the middle of the courtyard or the path leading around it but in your dorm instead

“Missed you in class”

“You did?” you wonder tilting your head, he didn’t seem like he missed me, you think but feel guilty for it

“Course I did” he kisses your bare knee, thumbs rubbing gently into the skin

You bite your lip, looking around to see no one around, most now at their next class. You return back to him, thinking for a moment before you speak

“Why…” you hesitate “Why are you with me?”

He tilts his head in surprise “Why am I with you?” he repeats the question, making sure he heard it right

You nod

“Because I love you” he says with ease “And you make me happy, and on top of that you’re the most adorable person on the planet” he smiles at you, his heart aching you had to ask but he understood why you did

Your heart flutters but your insecurities remain

“I don’t talk a lot” you admit as if you’re trying to talk him out of his sweet confession

“And I talk too much” he tells you, shifting to sit next to you, his heart warming as you absentmindedly pick out a leaf from his hair

“Darling” he wraps his arm around you “Do you love me?” he asks, slight insecurity in his voice seeping through

You nod right away, shuffling closer into him and he kisses your temple

“Good, because I love you more than anything. More than stealing Remus’ chocolate, or James’ mums cooking, way more than pranking Slytherins and you know how excited I get about that...especially after” he says nudging his nose into your cheek and you giggle shyly “You’re the perfect girl for me, siriusly" you both giggle at that one before he cups your cheek "You’re more than enough y/n” he says firmly, looking in your eyes

“But I didn’t…”

“You didn’t need to say it because I have the same...yet opposite fear. I feel like I’m too much…that…” he takes a breath “That I’m just annoying you”

You pout at him “You aren’t annoying, I love listening to you talk…you have a nice voice” you confess taking your hand out of his hand reaching into your pocket, pulling out the flower “I made you this in class” you give it to him

His mouth parts looking at you then the flower, smiling brightly as he takes it “No one’s ever gave me a flower before” he takes it from you, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek

“You’re my flower” you say quietly

He nuzzles into your hair “And you’re mine” he whispers

You turn your head to face him, noses brushing before he leans in, lips meeting softly. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers hooking gently at your jawline to pull you just that little bit closer

"Why are you on the ground?" the two of you break away to see James with an amused smile, around 20 little paper flowers cradled in his arms

Thank you for reading 💛

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Fourteen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI. 18++. Language. Fluff. Angst. HW sucks. PR relationships. Rich white bitches, man. Pining!Seb. Puppy lovin.

Series Masterlist

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December 8, 2020

You let out a heavy sigh as you haphazardly tossed your phone on the coffee table before slipping out from the blanket cocoon you’d made yourself on the couch. Your steps were heavy as you dragged yourself to the window, watching the snowfall over the brightly lit city below.

December always looked so good on New York City.

You didn’t much care for the cold but the lights, the snow, the overall cheer in the atmosphere for the approaching Holidays brought a different sort of warmth. One you were convinced you wouldn’t ever find anywhere else.

New York City was home and you were more than relieved to finally be home after months away.

You weren’t supposed to be back for a whole other week but the director had some sort of family emergency and she’d decided to dismiss everyone early. You weren’t the slightest bit upset over it, you happily booked the first flight home as soon as you’d returned to your rented apartment that evening and were falling into your very own bed by midnight.

You had only been back for a few days and you still had yet to let a single person know. You’d convinced yourself you just needed a few days to get your life back in order—clean the apartment, wash your sheets, do some laundry, grocery shop, etc. It was nice to unwind and step back, at least for a little while.

You’d even taken the time to put up your Christmas decorations but decorating the tree hadn’t felt as special as it usually did. For the past three years, you and Sebastian had made it somewhat of a tradition to do it together with cheesy matching Christmas PJ’s, Christmas music, and spiked eggnog. You really tried to make it a fun ordeal, you bought the PJ’s—a cute, fuzzy white set with a matching robe and slippers, got shitfaced on Peppermint Schnapps Hot Chocolate while blaring ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ and Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’, but it just wasn’t the same.

Although that tradition seemed to be a big fat lie because according to Sebastian’s recent instagram post, he hadn’t had a christmas tree in twenty years. You nearly choked on your coffee when it popped up on your feed—a masked selfie of him with a barren tree and then another picture of a fully decorated, lit tree.

You knew it was all for show but that didn’t make it sting any less. It felt like somewhat of a slap in the face if you were being honest, like all those christmas’ you shared meant little to nothing to him. It’s what they intended anyways—to make it seem like they’re relationship was just so special and so serious that they were celebrating by starting up old, new traditions again.

Clearly Sebastian wasn’t working too hard at getting out of that contract. Just yesterday Catalina posted a picture of them together but this time with the all clear to tag him. The picture was a joke, a highly staged shot of their shadows on a trail with the caption ‘Walking on a dream’. He didn’t interact, choosing instead to post an old video of him in quarantine, goofing around. However, Erin was quick to comment about how much she loved them together.

You swore you’d never rolled your eyes harder.

It seemed that Catalina was finally getting her way.

And she really couldn’t be too mad about Sebastian not interacting with her post when she finally got that follow from him she’d been whining about for months. His fans were in a massive uproar over it and she was only pissing them off more with all the pictures she won’t stop posting on her story of the damned christmas tree.

You couldn’t even be bothered with it anymore, you muted both her and Sebastian almost immediately after you saw the post.

You were beyond determined to enjoy your break and the holidays, with or without him. You weren’t going to let either of them ruin your favorite time of the year.

You were home.

Christmas was in seventeen days.

You were going to spend some much needed time with Macy and Blake.

And that was more than enough to make everything okay.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when an insistently, loud knock sounded at the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N. You better fucking open the door right now.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

A beaming grin spread across your lips and your feet moved on their own accord, steps light as you sprinted to the door. As soon as you turned the lock and released the door chain, Blake was shoving himself into your apartment.

“Hi.” You giggled, throwing yourself into his chest, arms wrapped tightly over his shoulders and your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much.”

“Uh. No.” He made a disgruntled noise as he peeled your body away from his and set you back on your feet. You let out a little whine, making grabby hands towards him but he leveled you with a heated glare and slapped your hands away. “Why the fuck haven’t you told anyone you were home? Let alone answered your goddamn phone?”

You shrunk into yourself, arms folded comfortingly over your chest as your gaze flickered to the floor. You were sure you looked similar to a kicked puppy and you were hopeful it would help you plead your case. You gave a little shrug, “I just wanted some time to clean up and put my life back together.”

Blake scoffed, rolling his dark hues as he shot a glance back over his shoulder.

“How did you even find me anyways?” Your brows furrowed as you rose to the tip of your toes, trying to steal a peek at whoever was standing just outside the doorway. “Who is with you?”

“I have your location, dumbass.” Blake huffed, smacking his hand over your face and forcing your head away, inadvertently covering your eyes and blocking your view. “You can come in now.”

“What-”

“Shut up, sweetheart.” He huffed, poking at your side with his free hand, “I have a surprise for you.”

You stuck your tongue out, licking Blake’s hand but he didn’t budge, completely unphased as he pulled you back into his chest and spun you in the direction of what you assumed was the door. “Blake.”

“Just trust me, woman.” He groaned, arms tightening around your wiggling form. “Jesus Christ.”

Your heart sped up in your chest as you continued to struggle in his hold. On one hand you wanted so desperately for it to be Sebastian standing before you when Blake removed his hand but an even bigger part of you wasn’t at all prepared to face him yet. He wouldn’t come, not if you didn’t want him to. You asked for space and for the most part, he was giving it to you. It was silly to even consider the possibility that he would be here, not when you’d been ignoring his texts and calls for the past couple weeks.

“Blake.” You whined, clawing at the hand over your face. “Come on. I hate surprises.”

“You’re such a brat.” He sighed, releasing his hold before taking a step back.

It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light but once they did, your entire being lit up and warmth spread throughout your chest, “Oh My God.”

You breathed out a little sigh, whether it was one of relief or disappointment you weren’t sure. Regardless, you were happy to find Damion standing just inside the doorway with the sweetest, little goldendoodle puppy cradled to his chest. “You got a dog?” You gasped out, rushing forward to pet the sleepy puppy, cooing and fawning over the little girl or guy. “Oh and hi, Damion. This is such a pleasant surprise.”

Damion flashed you a shy smile, wiggling his dark brows at you as a jet black curl fell unceremoniously over his baby blue eyes. He was so handsome, in an unaware, shy kind of way, and you completely understood why Blake was so smitten.

Your attention turned fully to the dog then, combing your fingers through its soft, golden curls, “Well, aren’t you the cutest little thing, huh?” You squeaked out a delighted giggle as the pup leaned into your touch, nudging its nose against your cheek. “Aw, thank you. Thank you.”

“It’s not our dog.” Blake spoke up, and you glanced over your shoulder just in time to see a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His hands landed on either of your shoulders, giving them a tiny little squeeze, “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Your brain short circuited, fingers freezing in the pup’s fur, “What?” Your jaw dropped as Damion passed the puppy off to you and you instinctively cradled it to your chest, “Blake?”

“Well,” Blake shrugged, trailing back out into the hall, “You’ve been talking about getting one for months now and I thought, why not?”

You stood, watching dumbly as he and Damion dragged in a giant crate, a few big bags of dog food, and three brown bags.

“I know how lonely you get on the road, especially when myself, Macy, or,” He hesitated, rolling his bottom lip between, “Seb… Can’t be with you. I just thought maybe having this little guy would make things a little easier for you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and you buried your face in the puppy’s fur to hide the heat rising to the apples of your cheeks. “I can’t believe that you bought me a puppy.” When you lifted your head, there were tears pooling in your eyes, “It’s a boy pup?”

Damian chuckled, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, “It’s a boy, miele.”

You squeaked out a choked back sob as Blake slid up beside you, sandwiching you in a hug between the two big men, “I love you guys. You got me a fucking puppy.”

“We love you too.” Blake laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head, “But I’m definitely still pissed you didn’t tell me you were home. You have a lot of explaining to do, girlie.”

“Okay, but first,” You beamed, wrinkling your nose at him, “Does this dude have a name?”

“That’s your job, sweetheart.” Blake smirked, playfully nudging his hip into yours, “Your his mom, after all.”

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Y/N_Y/L/N: Guys!! I’m officially a dog momma!

Meet my fur baby, Bentley!

After making room for the crate in your office and finding a home for all Bentley’s toys, you begged Blake to take a bunch of cute pictures of you snuggled up on the couch with the sleepy puppy cradled in your lap. As soon as you deemed the photos good enough, you didn’t hesitate to post a few on your instagram.

You were absolutely in love with the sweet boy and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to show him off. Besides, Ellie had been on your butt about posting something to let your fans know you were alive and well. You tended to fall off the face of the earth when filming and they always seemed to worry when you were quiet for too long. You were essentially killing two birds with one stone.

It hadn’t even been up for fifteen minutes and your notifications were blowing up. A flood of comments and likes lighting up your phone screen where it lay mostly forgotten on the coffee table.

“I heard you still haven’t really talked to Sebastian.”

Your head snapped up from where you were watching the hot chocolate swirl in your reindeer mug, eyes wide, almost like a deer caught in the headlights, “Where did you hear that from?”

“Oh my God.” Blake groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face, “Why do you act so surprised every time? I talk to him too, ya know?” Blake rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Damion, “He actually won’t stop pestering me about you. I love him to death, Y/N, but my God, that man literally can’t handle not speaking with you. You’re really putting him through it.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” You declared, giving a lazily shrug of your shoulders as you eyes trailed back down to Bentley snoozing in your lap, “I texted him a few days ago.”

“Are you for real right now, Y/N?” Blake scoffed, brows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. His expression and tone took you aback. He was disappointed and it made your heart clench painfully in your chest, “All you said was ‘hi’ and then proceeded to not respond to his other texts. Don’t you think you’ve punished him enough?”

“Blake.” Damian warned, pressing a hand over his thigh.

“I don’t know, Blake.” You groaned, tugging a hand frustratingly through your hair, “I don’t know, okay? I’m hurt. I should talk to him but I don’t know if-”

“Do you love him, Y/N?”

You snapped your mouth shut, completely thrown off by his question. You let out a loud scoff, setting your mug down before pressing the heel of your hands over your eyes as you shook your head, “Of course I do. Why would you even ask me that?”

“I think it’s completely fair.” Blake pointed out, brushing Damian off as he sat forward on the edge of the love seat, resting his elbows over his knees as he leveled you with a hardened stare, “Because I expected you to be a mess when we showed up here today—You know, not having an actual conversation with the man you’re so fucking in love with for at least three weeks, is normally really fucking upsetting.” He narrowed his eyes at you, waving a hand aimlessly in your direction, “Yet you seem fine. Which is really out of character for you.”

“I love him, alright?” You snapped, shifting in your seat and pulling your legs up to your chest, Bentley cradled carefully to your chest, “I love him so much it hurts. I’m still really angry and upset by everything that went down and I don’t really have anything nice to say to him right now. Not to mention this isn’t something that I want to discuss over the phone.” You pressed your cheek to your knee, eyes trained on the floor, “I don’t want to fight with him. I don’t want to make it worse.” Your voice was soft, weaker as tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks at any given moment, “I honestly don’t know what to do—what to say… I’m not leaving him. I’m not trying to punish him… I just,” You exhaled a shaky breath, shoulders sagging in defeat, “I’m just lost, okay?”

“You need to talk to him.” Damian spoke up, voice gentle and calm.

You’d never been more relieved to have him here. As much as you loved Blake, the both of you were like fire and ice at times. By now, Damian was an expert at diffusing the rising tension between you—he knew just what to say or do to cool Blake down or warm you up.

And as soon as he spoke up, it was like the heaviness that had settled over the room, disappeared before your very eyes.

“You have to give him the chance to explain.” Damian explained, glancing between the two of you, “If not for him, then for yourself, miele. It might make you feel so much better,” He gestured to his chest, a thoughtful look on his face, “Less angry.”

You sunk back into the cushion, head lolling back against the top of the couch as you stared blankly at the ceiling, “I know.”

“Sebastian loves you.” He urged softly, and you couldn’t help but swoon over the way he said his name, his accent thick. “He is very sorry and upset over what happened. I’ve heard all about it myself. I truly think you owe it to him and yourself to talk it out.”

“Just call him, please.” Blake exhaled a heavy sigh, “Put him out of his misery. Whether it’s a text, a call, an email, a zoom. I don’t care.” He shook his head, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips, “Just talk to him, Y/N.”

“I will.” You nodded, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“But not tonight.” A big grin split across Damian’s face, “I’ve heard you make the best white chili and I have yet to try it.” He rose from the couch, wiggling his dark brows at you, “What do you think? Are you up for some cooking lessons tonight?”

—————

December 9, 2020

You paced around your bedroom, eyeing your phone where it lay on the neatly made bed. Sebastian was going to call you any minute. He’d tried to call a few times last night and left a couple of voice mails. You hadn’t deliberately ignored those, you’d just been distracted with making dinner with Blake and Damian, and had left your phone forgotten on the coffee table for the rest of the evening and well into the night.

This morning you woke to a handful of upset texts—wondering why you were home so early, a million questions and disbelief over the new puppy.

He had a right to be upset, if you were being honest with yourself.

For three years, he was front and center for everything that occurred in your life and now, with a flip of a switch, he had no clue what was happening in your life.

And you hadn’t a clue what was happening in his either.

You were quick to realize the error of your ways when you thought of it that way and you’d spent all fucking night turning Blake and Damian’s word over in your head.

Perhaps you had overreacted… No, you definitely had.

You hadn’t been fair to him.

You hadn’t put yourself in his shoes.

You couldn’t even begin to imagine the angst he must be feeling—the pain you’ve forced him through the last three weeks. At this point you could only hope he would forgive you because if he ever did what you did to him, there wasn’t a doubt you would’ve seriously considered walking away.

You dropped your head into your hands with a drawn out groan, rubbing roughly over your bloodshot eyes.

I have to do a pap walk at 9, I’ll call you as soon as I’m done.

That’s the text you’d received in response to the one you’d sent as soon as you’d awoken this morning, letting him know you were ready to talk and it was okay to call you.

That was over an hour ago and you’d been a nervous wreck ever since.

No matter how hard you tried, the tears just wouldn’t seem to stop leaking from your eyes and you couldn’t remember the last time your chest felt this tight. It was as if the weight of the world was resting over your shoulders but you knew you had no one to blame but yourself. This conversation could’ve gone a lot better had it taken place three weeks ago. You’d put it off for far too long and now it was you that had to plead your case and make things right.

Sebastian fucked up but you took it further.

He lit the match and you added a fuck ton of gas to the fire.

Your ringtone sounded, echoing loudly throughout your silent room. You stole a quick glance at Bentley lounging lazily across his big, fluffy bed in the corner of the room before walking slowly to the edge of the bed. Your hands shook as you picked up the phone, Sebastian’s smiling face lighting up the entire screen.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” He breathed out, voice low and so clearly filled with relief.

“How-” You cleared your throat, sinking down on the edge of the mattress, “How are you?”

His deep sigh radiated through your soul, “I don’t want to do the small talk thing right now, Y/N… I can’t stand it and I fucking miss you.”

You bit back a choked sob, voice shaky, “I miss you too.”

“I don’t want to fight anymore. Not even again.”

“Me neither.” You croaked out, wiping furiously at the tears spilling down your cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He sniffled, voice cracking, “I deserved the silent treatment—probably more than that. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you to see. And it was… so fucking stupid of me not to let you know that she was staying here. You’ve gotten on my ass about communicating and I just had to go and fuck things up again. You’ve been nothing but patient with me—given me chance after chance.” There was an obvious tremble in his voice and your heart nearly split into two when a muffled sob sounded on the other line. “I have no right to your forgiveness, or to even ask for another chance… But I love you so much and I don’t think I can handle losing you completely… So please,” He cried softly, “Please don’t leave me. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Hey.” You said softly, “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You wiped at your nose, sniffling a little, “I love you so much and I forgive you. I overreacted, I shouldn’t have ignored you for so long—we should’ve talked it out a long time ago but I’m stubborn and I was upset. I thought time and space would help but it only made me feel worse.” You inhaled a shaky breath, “So I am sorry too. I think we have a lot to talk about—something I’d rather wait to do in person so we can actually see each other and hold one another. It would make things easier that way but I want us to be okay. I want to make this work.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, baby.” He declared, tone final but still gentle, “Nothing. I need to know that I will make it back to you for christmas and we can talk things out—really hash things out between us before I leave to film Fresh. I don’t know when but I’ll make it work, no matter what. If it was up to me, I would’ve been on the first flight to you three weeks ago but I’m stuck and I was trying really hard to give you the space you needed.”

“It’s okay.”

“I tried getting out of the contract—I’m still trying but as of right now, I have to convince you know who to agree to terminate the contract and she isn’t budging.” He exhaled a heavy sigh, “I should’ve never agreed to this. If I would’ve known what it would do to us—to you, I would’ve never signed the fucking thing.” He sniffled again, “It won’t happen again, I swear to God. You will know every little thing before it happens—I will tell you every tiny detail about even the most minor interactions. I will not put you through this again. I promise.”

A small laugh bubbled up from your throat, finally feeling relieved of the tension that had been weighing heavily on your chest. “You don’t have to do that but I appreciate it nonetheless… And it’s not that I don’t trust you—I don’t think that you would cheat on me, least of all with her.” You paused, gnawing on your bottom lip, “It’s just about being up front and direct. I don’t need to know everything—honestly I don’t want to. But when it comes to things like housing arrangements, introductions to friends, pap walks, and who you are bringing in on this shitshow, that would be greatly appreciated. At least so I’m not out of the loop and caught by surprise by something I find out through the internet.”

“I can do that—I will do that,” He asserted softly, “I just need to know we will be okay at least until I can get back and then you can really give me a piece of your mind.”

“We will talk and we will be okay.”

“God, I hope so.” He chuckled lightly, “Cause I missed your voice. I miss your gorgeous fucking face and I never ever want to go that long without hearing from you again. I can’t even begin to explain how lost I’ve been… And to not know what’s going on in your life—It’s been driving me up the fucking wall.” He paused, “For fuck’s sake you got a puppy and I wasn’t there. I would’ve killed to see your reaction… to enjoy something that big with you.”

“He’s the sweetest, Seb.” You bit your lip to suppress a big smile, eyes trailing over to the pup licking at his paw in the corner, “You wanna be his dog dad?”

“Is that even a question?” Sebastian scoffed, “Fuck ya, I do.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from your throat over his excitement, “Blake said he’s gonna get real big and he’s already trained. Damian insisted they put him in classes before giving him to me.”

“Really?” He asked softly, “That’s so considerate of them. You're a busy woman after all. No time to train a puppy.”

“I know right.”

“I can’t wait to meet him, baby.”

“He can’t wait to meet you too.” You whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Soon and then everything will be okay.”

“I love you.” He said softly, “So fucking much. You know that, right?”

You nodded, bottom lips trapped between your teeth, “I know, Seb. I love you too. A lot.”

“We’re gonna be okay.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Damian and Blake were right, talking it somewhat through already made you feel so much better.

And Although you weren’t completely over this bump in the road, you were heading in the right direction.

Now you knew where you both stood, you were prepared to do anything to make it work.

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could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on.

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon.

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!”

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous.

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub!

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself.

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him.

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed.

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen.

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N.

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny.

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl.

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body.

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

-- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her.

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips.

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing request #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic rec #harry styles prompt #harry styles x influencer y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles drabble

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hello!! I has a request can we have some wholesome younger sisterinnit? (Reader) like toddler and he is streaming so she goes into his room tearing up because she missed him?

Sisterinnit

Pairing: Tommy x Sister! Toddler! Reader

Warnings: None! :D

A/N: I made this now because we’re literally swamped with angst requests and ideas for a while and I got very excited reading this prompt so we’re doing it now damn it!

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Tommy didn’t talk about his sister on stream or his channel; she was only a three-year-old. He didn’t want people talking about her all the time and her face all over the internet. It weirded him out a bit to think of people doing that with his little sister.

Call him a bit over-protective, it was just weird enough to see his face everywhere let alone hers.

So, he never talked about her and kept it a private affair between himself, his family, and close friends. His closest friends like the Sleepy Bois and Tubbo knew about her but he didn’t spread much further.

He liked playing with her, enjoying the big brother role when she got old enough to actually play rather than chewing on the ears of her toys and screaming constantly. Sometimes, he’d have her sit in his lap and they’d “play” games together, or more he’d play and she’d pretend to play. She loved hanging out with him and she was very vocal about it.

Today was a longer stream day, he was goofing off with Wilbur and Tubbo on the Dream SMP after its big takeoff with the L’Manberg war. He probably would have been able to stop the door opening if he hadn’t been laughing loudly at Tubbo’s random declaration and hadn’t noticed. He was calming down when he heard the sniffling and went into full panic mode.

He whirled around in his chair as (Y/N) spoke.

“Tommy…”

“Shhhh-Sugar.” He quickly corrected.

“Did you just not swear?!” Wilbur called out in surprise.

Tommy pointed the webcam at the desk but the damage was done though. He’d have to deal with that in a moment. Right now, (Y/N) was standing there with her little dog plush, that he had bought her for her birthday, clutched to her chest as she had tears on her cheeks. He took off his headphones and muted himself, before coming over to her.

“What are you doing in here (Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asked as he crouched in front of her.

“I missed you…”

He laughed quietly, shaking his head as he wiped her tears away.

“I was going to wrap everything up in a minute, alright? We can play after I’m all done. We’ll even play on the computer, sound good?”

She gave him a hug and he hugged her back, patting her on the back.

“Yeah, alright. I love you too, sis, but I need to go finish up a few things then I’ll be out. Go wait with mum.” He told her.

“Take Friend.” She held up the plush to him as he let go.

“Ok, ok.” He nodded, taking the little dog plush. “Now come on.”

He had her leave the room, shouting to his mother that she was coming to her before going back to the computer. Running a hand through his hair, he put the plush next to the computer and fixed his webcam, grinning. As he put his headphones on though, he paled slightly seeing he had muted on Discord, he hadn’t muted the stream too. That would explain all the awes in the chat.

“Fuck.” He muttered. “Alright chat! Do not clip that! You’ll ruin the brand!”

He knew there was no way to slow it down now. Too many people were here for that. He just had to play along for now and talk to his parents about talking about her.

“What was that about?” Wilbur asked the second he unmuted.

“I’ll tell you about after. I got to start wrapping up.” Tommy scratched the back of his head, chat exploding in more awes.

…

Tommy had talked to his parents about what happened and they talked seriously about letting him bring her onto stream once a while. He did get a bit weirded out when indeed people had clipped him talking to her and the few seconds, she had been on camera but at least he’d be able to control when they’d see her.

So, today, he set up his stream as usual as (Y/N) sat in his lap excitedly with her kid headphones on that had little dog ears on the sides. He had specifically asked to go shopping just for them.

“Ok. So, you remember what to say?” Tommy asked her.

She nodded eagerly.

“Ok, here we go.”

The camera was off for the moment as he started the stream. Everyone in chat was confused about where his webcam was as he played his music.

“Welcome back to stream boys! No webcam? Darn thing must have died.” He lied as he leaned over.

Everyone in chat started spamming their confusion about his censor. Then he turned on the camera and nudged (Y/N) and she grinned as she threw her arms up.

“Sub with pwime!” She cheered.

He laughed, chat going nuts as he hugged her.

“You heard the lady! Don’t forget to sub with prime boys!”

She clapped her hands and he grinned the rest of the stream. He couldn’t wait to do this more. One, because he had never seen more subs in his life! But two, he truly could care less about all the subs she got him, he just liked being able to play with and it was a rather fun time being on stream with her.

“She’ll be the first girl in the Sleepy Bois before you know it chat!” He told his chat, thinking about more streams he could do with her.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit x reader

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miyagihawk · 4 years

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why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

here’s part 2 by popular demand! based off the arctic monkeys song and amazing request by @deadbeatharlz <3 thank you guys for the support on part 1 im so happy you liked it :)

warnings: self harming behavior, LOTS of swearing, alcohol and drug abuse, sooo so angstyyyy buckle up

summary: it’s been 3 months since your last night with hawk, and you haven’t been yourself.

word count: 3,062

The past 3 months have been rough. Maybe the worst you’ve ever been. You fell into the deep hole that you dug yourself. The hole of loving Hawk Moskowitz.

You never thought you’d be one of those people who let unrequited love devastate their whole being. In fact you always thought the whole heartbreak thing was pathetic and melodramatic. Until it happened to you.

You hate yourself for letting him have this effect on you. But there’s a pestering voice in the back of your mind that reminds you: it’s all your fault. He didn’t ask you to love him. It’s just easier to blame him for your downfall.

Parties, drugs, alcohol. Sex with people you don’t even know. High on the same drug that compelled him to call you in the night.

You’ve become so desperate to forget him that you ruined yourself. It hurts your pride to be the whiny heartbroken girl who let a stupid boy’s rejection shatter her self worth. But the hole is too deep and there’s no hope trying to grasp onto the dirt walls to get out.

The worst part of it is that he sees it all. At school, (if you even go) he looks at you like the scum of the earth as he passes by with his little karate gang. When you end up at the same party, he’ll have a disgusted expression on his face and leave as if he can’t bare to look at you.

Tonight is one of those nights, and you watch him from across the backyard as he goofs around with his friends. He hasn’t noticed you yet, hence why he’s even still here and not on his way out the door to get away from you.

“If you stare at him any longer, I think he’ll shoot up into flames,” your best friend Robby hands you a cup, and you don’t hesitate before downing its unknown contents. The burn in your throat makes you hum with content.

“That’s the plan,” you take your eyes of off Hawk to look at Robby. You gesture to his own cup in his hand, “Are you gonna drink that?”

“Easy there, Y/N. We got here 5 minutes ago,” he warns, but holds out the drink towards you anyway. Robby’s always been worried about you and your habits, but he knows how you can be when you’re told no.

You swallow down the drink in a few seconds, ignoring his remark. “5 minutes? I can beat my record!” you cheer sarcastically, and start walking to the kitchen in search of a keg. Robby follows closely behind you, a wary look on his face.

The fuzzy feeling starts to take over your body as you throw back drink after drink. It’s the buzz you crave every second of every day because it just makes you feel so good. Everything is happier and your cares feel so far away. Hawk feels so far away.

You sit on the couch next to Robby in your dazed trance, drunkenly rambling to him about random things. He glares at anyone who comes near you and looks like they would take advantage of you in your state.

Robby really hates you like this, but he can’t help but feel protective over you. He’s not even a fan of parties; he really only goes to keep an eye on you. You’re grateful even though you act like you hate it when he babysits you.

“Heyyy pretty Y/N! Want some?” Yasmine approaches where you sit, a joint held between her fingers. Her eyes are drooped and she sways as she stands.

You reach out to take the blunt, but you feel Robby push your arm down. “You’re already drunk. That’s enough,” he says sternly, making you roll your eyes.

“I can do what I want, Dad,” you taunt, and take the joint from Yasmine. Smoke fills up your lungs, immediately giving you pleasure. Robby just shakes his head in disapproval as the air around him becomes hazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here,” he orders, getting up from the couch.

You nod, but of course, you don’t listen. The sound of splashing from outside sets off a lightbulb above your head and you feel like you’re floating while you walk to the backyard.

Right as you step out of the house, you make eye contact with none other than Hawk. He gives you a distasteful look like always, before turning back to his group. Asshole.

You just scoff and stumble towards the pool, where a couple is making out and a few people are drunkenly playing with the water like little kids.

Reaching the edge of the pool’s rim, you let yourself fall in with a splash. You feel the pressure in your ears start to build as you sink to the bottom. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re cross faded, but being underwater feels like a world of bliss.

The loud music of the party is muted, creating a sense of serenity. The legs of the other people in the pool make you laugh to yourself, sending bubbles from your mouth to the surface. It’s glittery and pretty and you want to stay forever.

You don’t know how long you’re under there for, but you don’t notice your lungs running out of air. It just feels good to be alone for a second. Next thing you know, you feel your eyes start to droop closed; a strange peace overcoming your body.

A loud thrashing noise in the water makes you wake up with a gasp. You swallow too much water as you feel someone grab hold of your arm. It’s all a blur and you’re being pulled up to the surface, taking you away from the tranquil world you were just in.

The music is pounds against your ears again and the air is cold on your skin. You feel your body being laid down on the concrete of the poolside, but everything feels numb. You just feel sleepy and you want to close your eyes again.

“Y/N, hey, wake up. Wake up,” a voice makes your eyes shoot back open. Someone is looking down at you, with a hand shaking your shoulder. Your vision is somewhat blurry, but the mohawk gives it away. It’s him.

You suddenly become aware of the large amount of water in your lungs and you turn over to your side to cough it up. After you get it all out, you notice the people at the party looking at you with eyes of pity mixed with judgement.

“What the fuck were you doing? You could’ve died, are you fucking stupid?” Hawk curses, but even in your inebriated state you can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You sit up to face him. He looks angry; his clothes and hair are as wet as yours.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain, or maybe it’s the marijuana and alcohol, but you just feel the urge to laugh. So you do. Like a complete maniac. The way he probably just saved your life like he cares is sickly comedic to you.

His face twists in confusion as you break out into a fit of giggles. “Are you serious? You’re fucking insane, Y/N,” he gets up, shaking his head at you. He gives a glare to the people staring, and they look away in fear.

You think he’s going to leave like usual, but he surprises you by grabbing your arm to pull you up. People whisper amongst themselves as he drags you through the backyard, going through a gate that leads to front of the house. You trip over your own feet, still feeling dizzy from almost drowning, but he just pulls you along.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tugging on your arm to try and release it from the tight grip he has on you. You’re both dripping chlorinated water, leaving a track of drops on the concrete below.

“You’re going home Y/N,” he says sternly. You two arrive at his car and he opens the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Hey!” a voice yells from the house and you both turn to see Robby rushing towards the car. He looks pissed, and now you remember him telling you to stay put. Shit.

“Robby I-”

“Don’t get in there with him Y/N,” he says, sending a death stare to the boy next to you.

“I’m taking her home, Keene, so back the fuck off. Get in Y/N,” Hawk snaps, clenching his fists.

You keep quiet, not wanting to add to the fire already starting. They loathe each other; if not because of the karate rivalry, then because of you. To Robby, Hawk broke your heart and made you spiral. To Hawk, Robby is the piece of shit who he thinks is your boyfriend, and he won’t admit it but he’s jealous.

“You’re not driving her, asshole. You’re probably as drunk as her,” Robby reaches to take your arm, but Hawk pulls you back.

“You don’t know shit about me, Keene. I’ve been sober for three months, so yeah, I will drive her,” Hawk picks you up like you’re a doll, placing you in the passenger seat and closing the door. You don’t resist, you just feel tired and your head starts to pound as if the mix of drugs in your system are punishing you. The window’s down, so you can still hear the two boys loud and clear.

I’ve been sober for three months, his voice echoes in your head.

“Oh so now you care so much about her? It’s your fault she’s like this!” Robby raises his voice even more, starting to move towards Hawk threateningly. You begin to feel scared that a physical fight might actually break out, but you don’t know what to do.

“I’m not the one who almost let her die a few minutes ago, am I? Just fuck off, we’re leaving,” Hawk dismisses him, walking around the car to the driver’s seat. You’re surprised by his self control to not throw a punch, especially with his reputation.

“Robby, it’s okay. I just want to go home. I’ll call you, alright?” you reach your hand out of the window in reassurance and he takes hold of it. Hawk clenches his jaw as he turns on the engine.

“Promise you’ll be careful? I’m sorry I left you,” Robby furrows his eyebrows in worry. When he came out of the bathroom, someone filled him in on what happened to you and he almost had a heart attack.

“Promise. And it’s my fault,” you hook your pinky with his, before the car pulls out of the curb and separates you from your best friend. He watches you guys drive away, an anxious expression etched on his face.

The whole situation has sobered you up pretty well, and now you’re left with a throbbing headache, wet clothes, and awkward tension. You hate it. Being sober. You miss the foggy feeling that prevents you from thinking too hard about things. But now you’re inches away from the boy who broke your heart, all by choice.

You don’t know why you agreed to go with him, but did you even have a choice? You’re confused by his actions. He acts like he hates you but he jumps in a pool for you. He yelled at you but he’s driving you home. It all makes you overthink and it causes your head to ache even more.

You hold your head in your hands to try and ease the pain as Hawk drives quietly.

“You good?” he breaks the silence. His voice is softer compared to how he talked to Robby minutes ago.

“Head hurts,” you mumble.

“What were you doing back there? If I didn’t get you out, you’d probably be in the hospital right now,” he says. You peek at him through your hands and his eyes are on the road.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “It was just peaceful. I didn’t really even think about breathing.”

He scoffs. “Well that’s just fucking stupid. You’re lucky I noticed you were under for so long.”

“Well thanks,” you reply quietly, feeling like a little kid being scolded.

There’s a couple beats of silence before he speaks, “What happened to you?”

The question makes you sit up and look over at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The old Y/N wouldn’t even touch a drink. You’re different,” Hawk taps his finger on the wheel in thought. His icy blue eyes quickly glance at your confused look before returning to the road.

“You happened, Hawk.” You pinch your temples in frustration. Anger starts to bubble up in your stomach at his criticism. At the mention of “old you”.

“I didn’t do this to you,” he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself of his own words.

“You did,” you raise your voice, making him flinch. “You know it.”

“What, because I stopped sleeping with you? I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Y/N. You did that to yourself,” he spits, sending a knife to your heart and making you see red.

“You knew I loved you way before I said it. But you still stringed me along, didn’t you? You knew I would pick up everytime you called. You knew that I would let you into my bed because I was the girl who loved you no matter how fucking shitty you were!” you fire back, vomiting out words that you’ve wanted to say for months. The alcohol in your system makes you bolder than usual, but you’re grateful for it.

He’s at a loss for words at your outburst so you continue, “I didn’t ask for this Hawk. Loving you. I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and that you hate me so much that you can’t stand being in the same room as me. But please just answer me this and I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll leave when we show up at the same party and I’ll even hide in the halls so you don’t have to see my face.”

You pause, choking on your words. You didn’t even realize that the car is already parked in front of your house and your clothes are halfway dry.

“Why don’t you love me?” your voice cracks as you spit out the question that has caused you to throw yourself away. The question with an answer that could dissipate your self worth in a mere moment.

Hawk finally looks into your glassy eyes with shock. He could’ve never anticipated what you asked him and his mouth runs dry.

“I told you, I- I don’t deserve someone like you loving me,” he swallows, but you shake your head.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He blinks slowly, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse, to avoid telling you the truth. You can see the inner conflict on his face, the panicked speed of his running thoughts.

“You should go home, Y/N,” he deflects, turning away from you. Putting on his mask to keep you from reading him like a book.

“I’m not going until you tell me,” you demand.

“Just get out of the car, fuck!” Hawk yells, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. It makes you jump a little, but you’re too angry to fear the flames in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” you fire back. “You came to me almost every night, so why do I feel something that you don’t? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“What do you want me to fucking say Y/N! That I do love you? Fucking fine. I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Just get out.”

I love you.

The same words you said that made him leave.

“You don’t even mean that,” you blink back your tears.

His voice is softer now, more gentle. “If I didn’t mean it then I wouldn’t have said it.”

“You said you needed me and then you left me,” your voice shakes and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“I-I didn’t leave you,” he stammers before taking a deep breath. “I left because you wanted something more than I could give you. I would’ve felt like a selfish asshole if we became more than just sex, Y/N. You deserve someone like Keene and yeah he’s a pussy but he’s good. Better than me.”

It feels like every piece in the puzzle is being put together. Everything makes sense. He does love you, but he was just afraid. He can’t be near you because it hurts too much to see someone he can’t have. Somehow, you can’t find the anger you’ve held against him for these past months; you just understand him now.

“I’m sorry, alright? For everything. For treating your feelings like shit. All of it.”

You swallow, thinking about his words. It all feels too much and the truth is now looking you in the eye, demanding an answer. You love him, but he dropped your heart on the floor for you to pick up every shard. Is one sorry going to magically fix everything?

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit, and he nods in understanding.

“You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just... move on. And you get better... I hate seeing you like this,” Hawk scans your red eyes and dilated pupils. “We’ll get to a better place and you and me, we’ll be good.”

It’s bittersweet, but he’s right. Being together now just because he loves you back would be a huge jump that would only end in broken hearts and toxic cycles. It would be foolish. As much as you want him, the only person who can fix you is yourself.

So it’s a meet up at the top of the mountain, when you’ve both made the journey from opposite sides.

“A better place,” you reiterate, before placing a light kiss to his cheek and leaving the car with a new sense of closure.

a/n: that was longer than i planned and a freaking roller coaster!!!!!!! im not sure if there should be a part 3? lmk what you think maybe it’ll just be short. but hehe i added robby into the mix he was so cute. ty for reading!

taglist for people who wanted part 2 :) ty friends for the support <3 @littlered6307 @deadbeatharlz @spiderman-berries @axastasiasstuff @r0-xie @estupidteen @hawkwhore @idkwhatishouldput4

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