#her favorite sport is messing with peoples’ heads

[lnfours]

* ✰. — the meet cute | l.n

summary: you never thought your best friends wedding would be where you’d find the love of your life or the first part to ‘the mini valentine’s day playlist’

warnings: a meet cute!! best man!lando x moh!reader, a wedding between p and max f, pining, fluff, language, drinking, if you listen closely you can hear me sobbing in the distance

masterlist | next part | listen to the soundtrack

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the wedding venue was packed, people seated and excitedly chatting about the soon to be mr and mrs fewtrell.

you were pietra’s best friend, automatically promoting you to maid of honor when max had finally popped the big question. you were happy for her, excited to be apart of her big day with her, cheering her on just like you always had.

you peeked out into the crowd, puffing air out of your cheeks nervously. sure, you didn’t really have much to be nervous about, it’s not like you had to worry about messing up a speech or something grand like that. all you had to worry about was not tripping over the hem of your dress, of your own feet.

a presence pulled you from your thoughts, turning your head to look at the man who had joined next to you. you smiled softly at his tight lipped smile, thankful to see a familiar face.

“hey,” he said, british accent ringing through your ears, “we’re staring soon, you okay?”

you nodded, shaking your head and pushing the nerves down, “yeah, no, i’m good.”

you and lando hadn’t known each other before this week. of course you knew enough about max to know that him and lando were best friends, practically conjoined at the hip, but after all this time your paths never crossed. there was always something standing in the way of pietra and max introducing you to each other, despite knowing endless stories about the other.

however, the way you two had grown so close this past week you would’ve thought you’d been friends for years. it was an instant connection, an instant gravitation towards the other upon introduction. you couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was almost like he was as addictive as your favorite song. the kind you could listen to on repeat over and over again and never get sick of it.

“you sure?” he asked, eyes searching yours. you nodded back at him, smiling softly again. he didn’t bother pushing it further, but instead offered you his arm, “lets watch our best friends get married.”

you laughed softly, joining his arm with yours as he led you through the hallway and back to where the lineup was forming. you stood at the back with lando, arms linked still as the wedding music started. you felt those butterflies start to come back, gently squeezing onto his bicep.

he looked down at you and leaned his head towards your ear, “you’ve got this.”

you looked up into those stupidly gorgeous green eyes, brown curls perfectly styled. he looked good in a tux and he looked good in the hoodies he had been sporting at rehearsals too. you were pretty sure he could pull off just about anything, which was kind of unfair.

the doors opened and you and lando were face to face with the crowd. you smiled at the familiar faces, looking towards the cameras and phones before turning your head back to him. to your surprise, he was already looking at you. taking in everything about you, studying the side of your face like he was going to be quizzed on it later on in the night.

he had walked you over to the other bridesmaids before the music changed and the doors opened to reveal pietra in her dress. everyone stood, smiling and wiping away a few tears as she joined hands with max who had wiped his eyes on the shoulder of his suit.

lando met your eyes as the preacher spoke, the both of you smiling before you tilted your head down. the energy in the room made it impossible not to smile, not to be happy. plus, with the added feelings that sparked at every little touch and glance you and him stole, it was a wonder your cheeks weren’t hurting yet.

it was finally time for the reception, taking care of more ceremonial events before everyone intermingled. you had made your way to the bar, ordering a drink. you heard your name, looking over to see p and your group of friends waving you over. drink in hand, you wandered over to the girls who were begging to know just about everything.

“please tell me you and lando have a thing going on,” madison, the taller brunette, sighed, “if not, you need to.”

“no seriously,” chloe, the shorter, tanner, blonde said, “you two were making heart eyes at each other the whole time!”

pietra laughed, looking over at you, “i knew i should’ve rigged the bouquet toss for your favor.”

you rolled your eyes, “for one, we weren’t making heart eyes at each other. is he cute? one hundred percent, but i don’t know-“

“oh c’mon,” madison laughed, “you’ve gotta admit you want it just as much as he does.”

“how do you even know he wants it?”

“because he’s been staring at you all night,” pietra smiled, looking over at lando as he talked with max and his family, laughing before he felt eyes on him and his eyes met yours once again. he smiled, turning to say something to max before he took his friend took his glass. you whipped back around to the girls, just to find that they had disappeared, leaving you to have your moment with him.

he smiled, hands in his pockets as you turned back around to see him.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“no,” you waved him off, “the girls were just right here, and they disappeared.”

he looked around with you, “think they went over to the dance floor.”

you nodded, “makes sense,”

“ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom would like to invite you to join them on the dance floor for a slow song.”

you watched as couples joined hands, smiling and laughing as you spotted max and pietra swaying back and forth. her head on his chest as they danced, a smile on his face as his head rested on hers. completely in love.

lando looked over at you, clearing his throat softly, “did you wanna dance?”

you looked back at him, “you wanna dance?”

“well, they did invite us out onto the dance floor.”

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, “i’m not a very good dancer-“

he rolled his eyes with a chuckle and grabbed your glass from your hand. you sighed in defeat, watching him put it on the table as he grabbed onto your hand.

“you’re dancing, c’mon.”

“i have two left feet.”

“i think you’re just overthinking it.”

he had you there. you didn’t want to not dance with him, in fact there was nothing else you’d rather do. but the thought of his hands on you, it sent fire through your body and it made it impossible to think straight.

he took your waist into his hands, your arms wrapping around his neck. you looked down at your feet before your gaze was adverted as he lifted your head back up with a finger under your chin.

“don’t look at your feet, just sway,” he smiled softly, “if you look at your feet, you’ll fuck it up.”

you nodded, looking into his eyes again. this time you were close enough to see the specks of blue in his green eyes, how his eyelashes kissed his cheeks every time he blinked, how his beauty marks and freckles cutely decorated his face.

he was pretty, so so pretty. there was no denying it.

you licked your lips as he did the same with you, studying your face again as he tried his hardest to memorize it, “so…” your voice trailed off.

“so,” he echoed back, “‘re you having a good time?”

you nodded, “the best.”

“me too,” he said, reaching out gently to push a piece of hair from your face, “i’ve been meaning to tell you since i saw you earlier, but you look absolutely stunning.”

you blushed softly, feeling your cheeks turn hot, “so do you. handsome, i mean.”

he laughed softly, “i’m good with being classified as stunning.”

you rolled your eyes and laughed softly, “shut up,”

he smiled. normally he wasn’t this nervous when it came to asking girls on dates. normally he was able to keep cool, keep calm and achieve victory. but you messed with his head, sent him through a loop he had never been through. he wanted to do everything with you, he wanted it all.

his mouth spoke before his brain could filter it, “did you wanna go on a date with me?”

you looked up at him with wide eyes, immediate regret washing over his face as your silence made his cheeks turn hot.

“oh, i’m sorry-“

“no, it’s okay-“

“- i don’t know where that came from-“

“lando,”

“i’m sorry if i crossed any-“

“lando!” you laughed, causing him to stop his rambled apology. he looked at you, the smile you wore on your face calming his nerves.

“i’d love to go on a date with you.”

he smiled, chuckling to himself as he pulled you closer. your head rested against his chest as he held you close, “thank god.”

you laughed, smiling against his dress shirt, thinking about how this could be the beginning of the two of you, how it would all start right here in this moment.

[justliketoreadsowhat]

Saturday Night Lights ❦

- 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 -

𝐀/𝐧 ; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ♥︎, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞-𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞.

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“You look so beautiful tonight” Paige expressed her admiration for you, her eyes roaming across your features relentlessly, it became like a second nature to her, no matter where you two were. 

As for tonight, the Washington Spirts Soccer game was one of the many side quests you two had planned together. If there was ANY women’s sporting event occurring within a 30-mile radius, you could bet money you two would be in attendance. 

“Mmm.. so what about all the other nights?” you teased, knowing you’d be amused by her reaction, you just loved to egg her on. 

She clicked her tongue at your antics, “You look beautiful every night baby, but you already knew that” her tone low and soft eyeing your facial expression.  

“Ewww! Can you guys stop being so cringey and watch the game” Drew groaned dramatically, moving over 2 seats away from the two of you. He never failed to make you laugh even though he was being so serious, he was definitely a 2.0 version of Paige. 

“Just relax and eat the popcorn you begged me for”, she side-eyed him playfully

“Now you’re just dragging it, I can’t wait until Azzi gets here” shaking his head shamelessly, fixing his pride hat in the process. 

“She’s not gonna save you Drew” you laughed, reaching over to flip the top of his hat inside out. You loved messing with him every chance you got, over the past few months, he’s become one of your greatest little sick kicks. “Eh she might, y’know she has her favorite children, too bad you’re not one of them” she shrugged. 

“Not too much on Drew!” you snapped, mushing her face into your hands. “Guys! stop you’re on the big screen, look!” 

Both of your eyes jolted upwards, only to meet eyes with the jumbotron zooming in on the two of you. The stadium erupted with loud cheers and applause that shook the seats. 

“They left out Drew” she muttered through her cinematic smile, waving at the screen. 

Without a 2nd thought, you pulled Drew back to his designated seat next to you, he cheesed at the screen with delight 

“Yeah that’s definitely getting posted on Tiktok, guess you’ll have more to add to your collection hm?” a familiar voice rang from behind you. “Azzi! finally, I was getting tourtered out here” Drew said exasperated, pulling her down into a tig hug. 

“Wow so now we’re lying for fun” her nose scrunched up in disbelief, “remember those words” 

“Gosh what did ya’ll do to him this time?, kiss??” she questioned lingering with sarcasm. 

“No! we’d never do that“ 

“THATS A LIE! I still remember that day I caught you guys outside-“ 

“Okay anyways!” you intervene, saving yourself the embarrassment of re-living the moment. “There’s a spokesperson heading our way so act like civil human beings” 

“I already talked during the Mystic game so I’m clocked out for the day” Azzi sighed, climbing over the row of seats to sit next to Drew “Paige this is all you” tilting her head to the woman who stood near the railings waiting for people to clear the path. 

“I don’t even know what to say..” she trailed off, her fingers lightly tapping your forearm trying to gather her thoughts, her social battery had to be low by this point, but she would never turn down an opportunity to speak out at events, a professional yapper in her natural habitat always thrives. 

“Come with me” she asserted standing up to her full frame as you remained planted in your seat. There is no way you were going to endure a microphone being shoved in your face for thousands of people to see, being on the big screen was good enough for you. 

“What am I supposed to say?!” you said barely above a whisper. Your brain began to rattle with scenarios 

“Just stand there and look pretty like you always do” her hands met yours as she gently peeled you from your seat.

“Don’t forget to make eye contact, it gets em everytime” Azzi winked, you chuckled at her antics, she was so effortlessly charming, although she’d never admit it. 

“Make sure you remind her to blink, sometimes she forgets” Drew laughs, popcorn spilling from the bucket he soon forgets he was supposed to be holding. 

Paige swung her arm across his lap, sending the popcorn flying across the stands. “Make sure you clean up your mess, sometimes you forget” she grits. You gasped trying your best not to bring any more attention to the scene unfolding. Pulling her away from the seats you made your way to the spokeswoman. 

What a fun way to spend your Saturday night, and to think it was only the beginning. 

[tender-rosiey]

heyy, may i ask for a satoruxreader where its readers birthday and gojo and megumi are tryna bake a cake for reader? (ofc gojo has a backup cake that he bought just incase anything goes wrong cuz ofc its gojo what do you expect)

kind — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: what do you guys do when people start singing happy bday? I just smile until my cheeks hurt 🥲 anyways this is set when megumi was still a kid

"megumi, wake up!" satoru yells as he slams the door of the boy's room open. naturally, he is met with one ruthless glare, but he rapidly tries to save himself, "before you get mad, look at the date!"

the boy grumbles before getting up and checking the calendar. his eyes widen at the 'y/n's birthday' written under the date. quickly, he scrambles to his feet and starts pulling satoru downstairs and towards the entrance.

"where are we going?" satoru inquires the rushing megumi.

megumi pauses then looks at him, confused and wondering just why is this guy so stupid, "to get the cake obviously."

satoru laughs loudly and starts shaking his head, "megumi, megumi, megumi…we are going to bake the cake ourselves!"

the boy in question pales at the suggestion and looks at his sister's room in hopes of her waking up and rescuing him. however, the girl does not get the telepathic waves her brother is sending and is still soundly asleep.

so megumi is then dragged by one very excited gojo satoru. satoru eagerly wears his apron—one that has a very proud catoru on it—then he helps megumi put his own. megumi’s apron has a chibi drawing of his divine dogs and no matter how much he denies it, it’s obvious that he likes it.

while satoru gets the ingredients, megumi is laying out the rules for today’s baking mission. satoru does glare at him every now and then but he can’t exactly complain. his experiences with baking are disasters that can't be ignored.

so naturally, the little boy was in charge of the measurements cause god forbid satoru does it.

“satoru, how the hell did you mess that up?!”

“y/n, it said two spoons!”

“TABLE SPOONS NOT TWO SPOONS FROM A FREAKING SPATULA, YOU SUGAR OBSSESSED—“

so no, satoru shall never touch something related to measurements. the both of them stand in front of the ingredients, determination radiating off of them.

satoru takes hold of the recipe and starts reading, “we need a cup of white sugar!”

nodding, megumi swiftly gets the cup and hands it to satoru.

satoru pours it in the bowl and megumi has to stop him from ‘taste-testing’. from there on, they start working in (partial) harmony—fighting every now and then with megumi almost losing his marbles over the supposed adult trying to eat something every minute.

after a bit, they are finally done with the dry ingredients, each of them sporting a handful of flour on his hair. megumi glares up at satoru, “you ruined my hair.”

“now you will look more like me and people won’t think that I kidnapped you!” satoru beams but megumi easily ignores him.

said boy grumbles and starts padding away to get the wet ingredients, doing his best to gather them in his arms and delivering them in one trip. satoru simply watches him with a little grin before asking, “say, what do you think of y/n?”

after putting the ingredients on the counter, megumi looks up at satoru, confused, “why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I mean it’s obvious you like her more than me,” satoru fake sniffles—in megumi’s eyes it’s asking to be punched but oh well, “but, I want to hear you say it.”

satoru doesn’t expect him to answer so he doesn’t question any further.

satoru starts pouring the wet ingredients together. he starts humming a soft tune, your favorite song, and finally combining the ingredients together. he then hands megumi the bowl for him to mix the batter.

the boy silently does it. and they are left to bask in the silence, before megumi finally speaks up, “I think she is nice…probably one of the kindest people I have met.”

satoru smiles at him then laughs lightly, patting the boy’s head, “that’s good.”

when megumi is done with the mixing, he—with the help of gojo—pours the batter in the baking pan. megumi’s face is troubled for a moment before he looks at satoru, “you’re going to marry her, right?”

proudly, satoru nods, “was planning on doing it even before your little grumpy-self showed up.”

megumi watches satoru put the baking pan in the oven with ease. satoru then dusts his hands and megumi glares at him, “break her heart and I will fight you.”

satoru grins, frame towering over the boy, “you think you can win?”

the boy nods up at the white-haired man and gets into a fighting stance almost immediately, summoning his divine dogs. satoru quirks a brow and he seems like he is going to fight megumi as well, but, instead, he bends down to ruffle the boy’s hair.

normally, he would instantly swat his hand away, but right now, it catches megumi by surprise and he looks at satoru wide-eyed.

“you don’t have to worry about me breaking her heart.”

reluctantly, megumi looks down and mutters a small ‘good’.

after a long while, they hear your voice, “I am home!”

“Y/N!!!!!” your boyfriend screams the moment you step in. he tackles you into a very big hug and starts peppering your face in kisses, “how was your day?”

“it was okay,” you pat his head then you look at the boy, “hey, megumi! how’re you?”

megumi nods with a small smile and you chuckle before noticing what he is wearing, “what’s with the aprons, you guys?”

satoru, who hasn’t stopped kissing your cheek since you entered, replies excitedly, “we were trying cook something!”

you sweatdrop and nervously look at your boyfriend, “…and how did that turn out?”

“hey!” he huffs, “you need to have some faith in my cooking skills!”

“satoru, last time I did that you—“

“what’s that burning smell?” a sleepy tsumiki mumbles as she finally gets out of her room.

megumi and satoru share a look before satoru darts to the kitchen screaming about his masterpiece. you and the kids follow suit. when you enter, you find satoru on his knees—devastated and probably about to start act two of his ‘I am great cook’—with a very burnt cake in his hands.

tsumiki goes to pat the sad cook’s back while megumi grumbles, “I shouldn’t have unrealistic expectations anymore.”

you chuckle at the scene unfolding in front of you. however, you already find yourself walking towards satoru. he quickly throws himself into your embrace. rolling your eyes, you still rub his back to comfort him about his deceased cake.

what you don’t notice is satoru winking at megumi who gets the cue to close the lights.

you look around in the now dark room, “did the lights go out again?—“

satoru disappears from your arms and you hear rustling and whispers. however, it quickly quiets down and when the lights are back on, you’re met with quite the sight.

satoru, megumi, and tsumiki are all wearing birthday party hats. there is also a very humongous cake on the counter.

the cake has a miniature version of the four of you. mini megumi is noticeably grumpy with mini tsumiki having the sweetest smile on her face—just like the real one. mini satoru is latching onto your mini version who looks done with everything around her.

there are also towers of gifts distributed in the entire room.

but you barely have time to focus on them any further before satoru eagerly blows a birthday whistle and screaming out, “on my mark—three, two, one, go! happy birthday to you!”

the kids sing along—though megumi does it a little shyly.

overwhelmed, your eyes start to tear up and satoru’s feet naturally take him to you. his arm is around your waist as he pulls you close and continues singing for you.

megumi also makes his way to stand beside you with tsumiki tagging along. you lock eyes with satoru who smiles tenderly at you, singing, “happy birthday, dear y/n,” he presses a kiss right under your eye while wiping your tears, “happy birthday, y/n.”

“WOHOOO!” satoru loudly cheers and picks you up, twirling you around making you laugh. when he sets you down, he presses one loud smooch to your cheek once again.

tsumiki giggles before she quips, “blow the candle, y/n!”

your head snaps towards satoru who is already smirking at you. you narrow your eyes, “don’t you even dare. it’s my birthday!”

“really now?” he tilts his head before easily throwing you over his shoulder and quickly blowing out all the candles, ignoring your nonstop hitting of his back. he then starts spinning around and his laughter fills the room.

“SATORU, YOU’RE GOING TO DROP ME! STOP!”

“NEVERRRRR!”

meanwhile, megumi and tsumiki are left sighing at the scene in front of them.

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[cupidsdolll]

pairings: boyfriend!mafia!Harry x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: Harry's known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

content warnings. IMPORTANT: hurt no comfort. blood, guns, knifes, and death. please read with caution

authors note: this has to be the darkest story i've written and i just want to say please read with caution, don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of the warning written above. minors please don't interact. this may or may not have a second part following the aftermath.

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It wasn’t supposed to end this way. 

Everything seems to go wrong one after another and Harry blames himself. If he hadn’t been so reckless, had been paying more attention he would’ve seen it coming. He figured they’d come for him eventually, there’s no denying that part. He had enemies, there’s no doubt about that. It just comes with the job, or the title he would say. Being a head boss of his huge mafia crew, he’s bound to have enemies because of the fact that he’s relentless in his ways. 

He doesn’t waste time with questions that most people ask before killing someone, he gathers the information beforehand and watches them before making his move. He’s mean in his acts, likes to torture them and prolong the pain before quickly putting them out of the misery (he just doesn’t like to hear their screams.) He’ll beat them and laugh while doing it, mocking their cries while he tortures them. He’s well known around the United States, his name sending fear through most people that hear it. No one wants to deal with him, to end up on his bad side, while other mafias will send their catch to him sometimes if one of their employees doesn't want to do it. He’s popular with the other bosses, constantly being invited to any events and to teach but he declines, it’s simply a waste of his time. 

While his hard exterior scares off anyone in sight, there’s one person who broke down his walls and quite frankly is  the complete opposite of him. While he’s all black and grumpy, she’s soft and sunshine-y, all bows and giggles and sweet smelling perfume. She doesn’t hang around him while he’s “Mafia Harry,” usually out shopping or baking or whatever because she can’t stand blood or seeing anyone get hurt though she understands why he does what he does. His men think he’s crazy half of the time, the amount of times they’ve walked into him smiling on the phone (when he’s not bossing his men around, barking orders over the phone or beating someone to a pulp) or chuckling to himself at certain points of the day is concerning to them. 

He doesn’t talk about his personal life to them aside from his closest man on the team, EJ who has heard bits and pieces about Harry’s girlfriend, his other men don’t get paid to listen to him gush on and on about the girl of his dreams. They whisper amongst themselves about how he’s smoked too much or needs to cut back on drinking and drugs and whatever else he does, they think it’s all gone to his head. None of them bring it up to him though, they know better than to do so. After all, he is the one that signs their checks and he treats them well enough that they don’t want to mess up any chances of keeping their job. They just don’t understand how their grumpy and uncaring boss can be so smiley and happy, especially before he has to take care of someone. 

He keeps her away from his job for a reason, there’s no need for anyone to see her, to know that he does in fact have a weakness. He doesn’t want to take a chance of a mole coming in and reporting to their boss about her. His main focus is protecting her and making her happy, always having her sporting his favorite smile. Besides, she’s too pretty to be around all the gruff men and blood and screams. He doesn’t want to tarnish her in any way, he loves her just the way she is and he refuses to be the one to ruin her view of the world. He doesn’t want her to end up like him, all grumpy and somewhat pessimistic of the world and always on the edge whenever he leaves the house. He wants her to keep laughing and cooing at cute animals they pass by, wants her to feel comfortable enough with him to always be able to shut her brain off and just follow him aimlessly. 

He’s a busy man, constantly having to answer phone calls and texts and emails and double checking surveillance videos to make sure they have the right guy, but he tries his best to leave work at the door when it’s just the two of them. He wants to be able to just enjoy the time together and not have to worry about who he needs to find next, wants to be able to look at her smiling and be content with that. He wants to enjoy their time together, doesn’t want to be distracted with his work duties and the constant sound of his phone dinging. 

They normally would just hang out at the house, watching whatever tv show either of them were interested in or just lounging around. That’s one of the main things that he loves about her is that she’s content with just existing with him, his past partner wanted to go out all of the time and party. He didn’t necessarily mind it, but he prefers to just unwind and relax on his off days; he just wanted to have a sense of normalcy, the peace amidst his chaos and his storms. That’s what happened when he met her. It was a cute little meeting that Harry still brings up quite frequently and is one of Y/N’s favorite memories of them. 

Harry was having a bad day, it all seemed to go wrong. While he’s always grumpy, he woke up especially grumpy that morning and of course he tried his best to not take it out on his employees, but of course still ended up being overly sarcastic with them, grumbling about whatever they did that upset him so he decided to make a trip to just breathe. He grabbed his jacket, hat and sunglasses and quickly let EJ know he’s leaving and he’s in charge for the meantime. He walked for what seemed like hours before he landed on a small coffee shop, a small run down looking building with plants in almost every corner and empty space. He figures this might help with his grumpy mood so he walks inside, the smell of coffee and different pastries fill his nose immediately, the sound of the different conversations happening all at once and the soft piano music coming from the speakers fill the space and his ears. 

He ordered a drink out of his normal, one that was recommended by EJ’s girlfriend actually, a tall white chocolate mocha with just a drizzle of caramel and it has to be iced. Those were her words exactly, it won’t taste as good if he doesn’t order it exactly how she says it.  The lady looked at him weird, a concerned glance that only says she knows how to do her job so she’d appreciate it if he didn’t doubt her abilities. He only gives her a nasty glare in return, one that flusters her so she walks away mumbling to herself as she starts making the order. He then walks to one of the nearby walls, leaning against it as his eyes scan the room and taking in the different personalities, mainly doing this to be aware of who else in the room with him (as if anyone who’s in the mafia would be ordering coffee, let alone from the same cheap looking building that he’s in,) but still just in case. 

Not even a couple minutes later, his order is being called out and he walks up to the register once more, hoping this will help his grumpy mood. He wasn’t paying as much attention as he should’ve been though, otherwise he would’ve known that this wasn’t his order actually. As he went to grab the cup of coffee, another hand reached out as well, one that was smaller and softer. Painted nails and a few rings on the fingers, and he immediately looks up with a scowl ready to tell the person off. It was his drink after all, what were they thinking? When he looked up, he was met with a soft apologetic smile and the prettiest of eyes, her hair held back with a big bow and an outfit to match. She smelt like heaven if that was a smell, sweet smelling and strong; a scent that matched her aura perfectly, although Harry wouldn’t call it her aura, he didn’t know the right word to describe it. 

He couldn’t go off on her, it’d be cruel and he’s not that mean, so he just stares at her. She immediately begins to fidget with her hands and he can tell he’s intimidating her. 

“I’m so so sorry! I just assumed this one was mine because I was here before you, but you can go ahead and take it!” She says through a breath, her eyes wide and face flushed. He furrowed his eyebrows at her, he doesn’t understand why she’s giving away her coffee if it’s true. He’s not gonna just take someone else’s coffee no matter his mood. 

“No, no go ahead. If you were here first then I’m not gonna just take it.” He says as he pushes the cup closer to her, he can feel the unnecessary glare from the worker at the whole interaction and it only irritates him further. 

“Are you sure? You seem very…um…. Grumpy and I’d hate to make your day worse.” She says as she pushes the cup towards him. 

This is all very silly, the whole situation. He’s just trying to be a gentleman and she can’t grasp that. He then grabs the cup and puts it in her hand, forcing a smile to seem as if he’s friendly and not trying to hide his frustration. 

“I’m serious, I don’t even know if I’ll like mine, it was a suggestion from a… friend of mine I guess. Enjoy it before it gets watery.” He says, but he doesn’t understand why he’s being so nice to her. Maybe because she’s pretty? But he doesn’t want to date her, he can’t afford to waste his time like this anymore.  She ends up telling him her name and asking a couple of questions to try to make small talk and unfortunately for Harry she’s fairly easy to talk to. They talk until his drink is ready, and then some more out the door as they walk to their destinations and then she has the confidence to ask for his number, which of course (and against his better judgment) he agrees. 

After that it’s pretty smooth sailing, conversations whenever they have the time, and of course a little white lie whenever she asks about what he does for work. Months later, Harry found himself asking her to be his girlfriend and of course she said yes. They usually spend their time lounging around and just existing in each other’s company, but today Y/N wanted to go for a little walk around the town. Normally Harry would be against it, especially when it’s right after he just took care of a member of a rival mafia who’s higher up on the scale and he knows he has several mad enemies looking for revenge. But Harry had thought that he’d been doing a good job hiding her from the public, having her dress as one of his men or wearing some sort of disguise after he told her the gist of what he actually does, so he doesn’t think much of it. He agrees but tells her they can only be out for half an hour, no more just to be on the safe side. She squeals excitedly before tugging on her shoes and throwing on one of his jackets and basically drags him out of their apartment. 

She shows him a couple of her favorite spots in town and gives him her favorite orders and practically begs for him to try, he will always try anything she wants. They talk quietly, wrapped in their own little bubble of bliss and this was Harry’s biggest mistake. He’s usually very attentive whenever they’re out and about, but he allowed himself to be distracted listening to her talk. She’s excited as she talks about some outfit she wants to get for the pet they don’t have, her eyes all bright and full of excitement. The air is warm against their skin and the clouds begin to roll in, dark and menacing and this is where Harry should’ve begun to take a hint. 

Things seemed too calm, aside from the storm beginning to roll in. It seemed too quiet, and then the rain began to fall. Small droplets of water cooled their skin and Y/N smiled brightly at the sky, silently thanking the universe because she always likes walking in the rain. It just always seemed so romantic to her. Harry didn’t think too much of it though he was still cautious. His eyes still scanned over the sidewalks and streets, trying to stay alert of his surroundings. He watched as Y/N tugged her jacket closer to her, a signal that she’s getting too cold but she’s always been too stubborn to let him know, she just enjoys being outside too much. 

He just assumed that time would be on his side with all of it, and had enough time to somehow throw the Gallegos family off of his tracks long enough to not have to be on edge anytime he’s out. He hates it whenever he feels as if he’s putting Y/N in harm's way, hates the feeling it gives him knowing he’s the reason she can’t just walk down the street or just even exist in this world. He’s too scared of someone linking her to him and then taking her away. Y/N says she doesn’t mind all that much, this is the happiest and the most taken care of she’s been in a really long time. As long as they’re both happy and safe, then she could care less. 

Harry didn’t see it coming. The breeze was picking up and the rain was coming down harder, thunder began to boom in the sky. The storm was coming, and it was coming fast. Everyone was scrambling to get indoors or to their cars and Y/N’s just smiling but still walking fast, she hates being too wet for too long. They were bumping into one another and Harry walked a beat behind her, just in case she happened to trip or anything. There was a slight commotion happening in front of them, the sound of gasps and the shuffling of feet as they were pushed to the side. Before long a man is running at them, a hood hiding his face and wearing baggy clothes. Harry still doesn’t think too much of it, maybe a burglary or he upset a store owner, but he’s still cautious. He walks closer to Y/N, his face turning mean in an attempt to deter the man from bothering them. It’s useless though, a good attempt at best but the man moves closer and Harry frowns. He wraps an arm around his girl and begins to move her onto the other side but the man is already right beside them, still moving. 

He’s an arm's length away and before anyone can realize it a knife is entering Y/N’s side and she’s groaning and leaning over. Harry can’t believe it, he frowns deeply and his eyes scan over her. He picks her up and begins to make his way through the crowd to find an empty spot, to make sure they’re safe before anything else happens. There’s more gasps and murmurs around them, more than likely the bystanders either assume he did it or they’re just shocked. It’s not every day that you see blood pouring out of someone. Right before Harry can get them into an alleyway and when he clicks on his ear piece to alert EJ about what’s happening, a gunshot sounds and the bullet goes into Y/N’s head, her blood splattering over his clothes and onto his face. 

He hurries into the alleyway, tears streaming down his face as he stares in disbelief. 

“EJ here, what’s up boss?” EJ’s voice comes through Harry’s earpiece. 

“EJ, they found me. They hurt her. I need you to get into all the security cameras on the strip and find out who did it, search for snipers as well. One Knifed her and someone else shot her,” His voice cracks on every word. He gently sets her down onto the ground near the wall, once he feels as if they’re far enough. Hidden enough by the shadows of the buildings but with just enough light to see the damage. 

It seemed as if the sky screamed with Harry. 

The rain was pouring down heavily, the clouds dark and the wind was unforgiving as it blew harshly against the trees and the ground below them. The lighting strikes were loud, bright flashes of light burst from the sky randomly and loud rumbles of thunder were deep in his ears. Mother Nature has to be upset as well, crying with and for Harry and his loss. He can’t believe it, the love of his life. Gone. Her breathing is shallow and her eyes are just barely opened, she doesn’t have much life left. 

“You fucking promised! You can’t leave me! Don’t hurt me like this… please” Harry’s voice cracks as he sobs over the body in his arms. 

“I’m so sorry, mama. I’m so fucking sorry, you didn’t deserve this and it’s all my fault. I knew me being in your life was a bad idea but I couldn’t help it. You made me so fucking happy, the happiest I’ve been in a while. You deserved nothing but happiness and smiles, you shouldn’t have to worry about hiding. I was selfish and I’ll forever blame myself, I should’ve let you go. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you, please. You can’t leave me. I need you.” He cries, his words are muffled into her neck, somehow hoping him speaking into her body will magically bring her back to life, keep her alive. He can’t hear anything aside from his own sobs, everyone else doesn’t matter to him at this moment. He’s sure that EJ is trying to talk to him, but he can only focus on the fact that he’ll never be able to hold her again. 

He’ll never be able to hear her laugh again. He holds her tighter to him, his tears landing in her skin and he screams. He screams and screams forever, he doesn’t care that he’s gaining attention from the people walking by. He doesn’t  care that they’re calling the police and ambulances, doesn’t care that he could be attracting his enemies. They took the only thing he truly cared for. He knows he’ll never be able to love again. There’s a few people trying to help, ask if he needs anything. Offering to take them to the hospital, even the paramedics can’t get to her. He won’t let them take her away from him, he can’t bear it. He can’t imagine a life away from her. They’re trying to convince him that she needs to go to the hospital, trying to take her from his hold. He just holds her limp body tighter, crying harder and yells at them. 

Eventually they’re able to calm him down enough to remove her from his hold and they begin to transfer her to the ambulance. 

“Don’t bother taking her to the hospital. Just take her to the morgue. She’s dead. There’s no saving her.” He says as he wipes his tears, everyone just stares at him. 

“Please.” He says and just walks through them, he doesn’t have it in him to argue. Right now, he has a mission. He’s determined to get revenge. 

He now has no reason to not hold back anymore, and he plans on finding each and every one from that group. 

He’s not going to play nice, and he’s going to take his dear sweet time. If they thought he was crazy and ruthless already, he’s going to prove that he’s insane now.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi, I absolutely love your writing!

I wanted to ask if you could write a Fermín x reader where reader works at the club as one of the fitness trainers and Fermín has the biggest crush on her, and gets teased all the time by his teammates because he get’s completely flustered all the time she helps him with something. At the end he is tired of their teasing and finally asks her out, and he’s really shy toward her. Thank you ❤️

My first Fermín fic ever🥹✨🫶🏼 Hope you'll like this, please let me know, feedback is really important to me!

By Your Side -F.L32

Summary: You're his fitness trainer but he wants you to be something more

You were dreaming. You felt like you were even though you knew you weren't. Dreams do come true. You remember crying when you graduated with honors at School of Physical Activity and Sport Sciences, but you cried even more knowing that the FC Barcelona wanted you to do your internship with them after creating a customized training program.

Not only you got to met your favorite players, you got to work with them and be part of your favorite club, being someone important in the team and for them to take your words and opinions into consideration. To ask you questions, guides on how to be better, how to work out to avoid an injury...

However, being young and female, people- mostly men, liked to make fun of it. Why would a girl be doing in a men's world? Thank heavens, your club supported you and praised you for your hard work and mostly, the ones who were doing it were the players. You had to be constantly around them, making a diet, doing a program, training and everything...

So it wasn't hard for you to get along with them and mostly with the younger ones like Ferran, Pedri, Lamine, Marc G, Gavi, Alejandro and Fermín. You joked with them and had a running joke with each one, your banter only understandable by you guys.

On the other hand, crushing over one of the players? Now, that wasn't on your list but you couldn't help it, he's sweet and funny, shy and aggressive, soft outside the pitch and hard inside, he's very intelligent and hardworking, treating you right in and outside work.

You sighed watching his name in your list. Fermín López.

And a small smile broke into your face.

There was one thing everyone understood but you. Fermín's crush on you. He didn't meant it. You are pretty, yes. But once he got to know you his attraction for you went more than just looks. Every time he spent with you, he fell more for you. And everyone knew it. And often he got teased by it.

Whenever you passed by, stopped to talk or even when your name was mentioned in a conversation, the tables would turn and the teasing would get to him, making him shake his head at his friends and coworkers while hang his head low for no one to see the obvious blush that covered his cheeks.

"Pero pídele una cita, chaval" (Ask her out on a date, dude) Ferran said hitting Fermín's shoulder

"¿Podréis parar un poco?" (Can you stop for a little bit?) Fermín said looking at both, Ferran and Lamine

"Venga, Trujillo" (C'mon, Trujillo) Pedri appeared in his other side "You never know if she wants it, as well"

"She's just our fitness trainer tho. I wouldn't want her to end up in a mess just because I like her"

"You never know what can happen, Fer" Ferran said patting his back "The worst thing could be her ending up fired" All the looks went to Ferran "What?"

"Tiburón, mejor no hables" (Shark, it's better if you don't talk) Pedri said shaking his head at his best friend's antics

"Bueno... That's a posibility" Fermín said sighing

"I mean, it is. But it doesn't have to be like that"

"Sorry the interruption" You said "Pedri, you're doing it wrong" You smile "No wonder why you get easily injured" You joke shaking your head softly

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm fragile!" You stopped smiling giving him the right instructions

"Leg pulled out completely and chin up, go now" You said before turning to Fermín "Your back, señor" You said straightening your back to show him "Good!" You smile "Keep the work, guys"

"Gracias, Y/N/N" He said in a breath as you smile at him

They saw how you went up to Gündogan and Cancelo who were doing push-up's.

"Stop drooling" Lamine said as both, Ferran and Pedri laughed as Fermín wanted to stop what he was doing and hit the back of the youngest head

"Si queréis, la próxima lo gritas más fuerte" (If you want, next time you scream it louder) Fermín said

"I can do that" The youngest didn't catched on Fermin's sarcasm

"And if he can't, we for sure can" Raphinha said with Jules besides him

"No ustedes también, por favor" (Not you too guys, please) Fermín said putting his head on his hands

"What's going on?" Frenkie says drying his face with a towel

"Fermín's crush on Y/N"

"Right! Are you going to tell her?" Frenkie asks winning a groan from him and a round of laughter from the guys

"Can you at least keep it down, guys? By the end of the routine she'll know about it"

"Is it a good or a bad thing?" Robert, who now joined to conversation, asked. Fermín let out a sigh when he saw you walk out the training room

"A very bad one"

"Why?"

"Because she's our fitness trainer and she could get in trouble?"

"Everyone knows you're friends outside this place with her and no one is commenting a thing on it-"

"As they should" Fermín said nodding his head

"So I don't think they'll say something if you ask her out on a date" Robert shrugged his shoulders

"But what if-?"

"Stop with that, you never know what might happen if you never try it" Araújo says with a smile "Besides, she might as well like you"

"And then you'll be a happy couple" Marc Casadó said

"Happy ever after, isn't it?" Oriol joked making everyone laugh and Fermín blush

"Stop guys" He said standing up from the machine "I'll be going"

"You can do it!"

"Good luck, chaval!" Gündogan yelled being followed by everyone

Once Fermín was out the training room, he pushed his weight onto the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He loved his co-workers, teammates and his friends to death but dear god-

"Hola Fermín"

"¡Puta madre!" (Fuck's sake!) Fermín yelled out startled and startling you as well

"Hostias, I know I don't look good in my work clothes but it's not like that"

"No! No. You look great! You look great, believe me. I just didn't expect it" You laugh lightly seeing him worried

"I was kinda joking, Trujillo. Calm down" He blushed smiling at the nickname while you laughed softly

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"You're blushing"

"I'm sweaty, that's why" You both laugh as he tries to calm himself down

"Sure, of course" You nod giggling

"Pero que tú tambien estás sonrojada" (But you're also blushing)

"It's hot today!"

"Such a liar you are!" You laugh sticking your tongue out

"But in all seriousness... are you feeling okay? I saw you coming out from the room and you looked anxious. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine! I'm just overthinking some things" You nod

"I gotcha" You said crossing your arms over your chest "You wanna talk about it?"

Fermín looks at you and frowns "Don't cross your arms like that"

"Over my chest?" He nods "Why?"

"You instantly frown and your smile disappears. You're prettier while smiling" You blushed and smiled

"You're distracting me from your problem"

"That's my problem"

"I'm being serious"

He giggles "So am I" He says shrugging his shoulders

"Fermín"

"¿Qué?" He laughs

"I'm serious"

"I'm not having any problem, Y/N" He smiles "It was mainly just some things, the guys were saying"

"What did they say?"

"It was some teasing but it's a pretty serious thing for me and I get them but I don't think they get me"

"You can tell me, you know? I'm always here to help you"

"It's a complicated theme"

"I can understand"

"I'm okay, Y/N"

"C'mon, Fer. I know we're at work right now but we're friends. You can tell me anything"

Fermin sighs "It's really complicated"

"I have time" Fermín smiles shaking his head "Is it about football?" He shakes his head "College?" No again "Family?" No "A girl?" He doubts lightly before shaking his head "It's a girl"

"No"

"Don't lie, López" He smiles looking at the floor

"I like this girl, I have been crushing on her for the longest time possible but I'm afraid because of some things"

"What things?" You ask

"Her job first of all and what people can say about that"

"Is that just it?"

"I'm also afraid she doesn't like me back"

"How could anyone not like you, Fer? You're amazing. Come on, tell me more about this girl" You start walking

"Where are you going?"

"We're gonna have a talk, Fermín!"

"Wait...!"

He ran after you as you got to your office "Get ready, I want details"

Fermín looked at you as you were picking up some papers and making your office more presentable than it was already

Suddenly he felt his blood running through his whole body and remembered every teasing the guys made

"You need a tissue, man. You have drool on your chin", "Go ask her out", "Training with more passion are we now, huh Fer?"

"The girl" You hum letting him know to continue "The girl I'm talking about..." You lift your head to see him "It's you"

"You say what?"

"I like you" He said nodding "But I'm scared because you're our fitness trainer and I don't want to cause you any kind of problem. I don't want people to judge you nor your well deserved spot on this team and I have been into you ever since you came here 'cus you're gorgeous, sweet, smart, funny and many things that I wouldn't be able to describe with words" He shrugs his shoulders with a soft smile "But I don't know..." He said looking at the floor as you smiled

"Really?" He nods

"I'm sorry if-"

"That's a good thing to know then" you cut him off "'cus I like you too"

"Really?" His head lifts, his eyes shine and in his face was a smile

"Yes" You said blushing by the intensity of the eye contact held between the two of you

"That's amazing!" You both laugh "I'm sorry"

"It's fine, Fer. It's okay"

"Would you... Uhmm... I don't- I mean... Would you like to go with me on a date?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smile "Is 7pm good for you?"

"Yes! Yes, of course! It works for me" He smiles and giggles. You smile back. "Do you want me to pick you up?" You nod

"That's perfect!"

"Perfect" He breathed out with a smile

"Great"

"Great" You laugh

"¡Fermín! ¡You're missing one repetition!"

"Not to kick you out but you should go" You said as he nods laughing

"I should"

"And go there jogging. You stopped excercising a while ago I wouldn't like for you to get a cramp"

"Yes, miss" He smiled getting out of your office.

You stayed there looking at your door. Damn, your cheeks hurt for smiling so much. But it was something he gets out of you easily. He makes you happy.

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[coff33andb00ks]

Osc + 1!!

1: tiny hands in big hands <we love a size difference>

requests closed until I catch up <3

You don't like loud music. You hate people being close to you. You suck at dancing, unless it's in your kitchen. And you like alcohol but you don't like losing control of yourself so you only drink enough to relax. Flashing lights give you a headache, and dim corners give you anxiety.

But here you are, drink in hand, music pounding in your ears and lights flashing obnoxiously around you. There's a group of men that you've never seen before here, and their added yells and revelry are adding to your brewing headache.

"Let's go celebrate your promotion!"

When you see her again, you're so killing your best friend. This was celebrating? You'd be so much happier with some good pasta and a binge watch of of your favorite tv show. Maybe a mani pedi. Something relaxing and enjoyable not...

Whatever the hell this is supposed to be.

You sigh and wish you were at home, eyes scanning to find your friends. They went to dance three songs ago. You think they'll be easy to spot, but--

"HOLY SHIT!"

You stumble backwards to avoid being crashed into by one of the men partying hard. He's laughing, almost cackling, and you wince as your drink splashes over your front, staining your light pink top because of course you'd ordered a rum and Coke. The guy laughs, catching himself before slamming into you, and he looks at your empty glass.

"Sorry!" You can barely hear him above the music and he can tell, motioning wildly in a drunken pantomime that isn't too hard to decipher.

C'mon I'll buy you another.

Why not, you decide, nodding. He grins and grabs your forearm, practically dragging you with him towards the VIP section, and you think you see your friends' shocked faces when you're pulled past a group.

The music isn't quite as loud here and you wave off his apologies, taking the napkins he shoves at you to sop up the mess of your top.

"I'm Lando," he tells you, sniffing your empty glass then walking off.

"So pleased to meet you," you mutter under your breath, nose wrinkling as you try to inconspicuously fish the thin straw out of your bra.

"You alright?"

Seriously what is with all the accents? You yank the straw out, squeaking when it slips from your fingers and hits the guy's cheek. He makes a face, cheeks tinging pink.

"I'm fine," you promise. "Sorry, it was - Lando? He bumped into me and, well."

"Sounds like him." The man in front of you smiles ruefully, and as he watches you it fades. "You're not one for clubs are you?"

His accent is so nice. You shake your head, looking around for some place to put the napkins. He takes them from you and shoves them onto a table, then blushes again.

The next thing you know he's taken a jacket off the sofa and is draping it around your shoulders. "Um, your top is kinda..." His cheeks darken even more and he rubs the back of his neck. "See through?"

You almost giggle, finding his embarrassment more than a little endearing. "Thank you." You slip your arms into the sleeves and pull it closed. "Really, thank you. I don't want to flash a bunch of strange men."

"So women would be alright?" he asks with a grin and you do giggle this time, accepting his offer to have a seat.

His name is Oscar and you're so glad he's not a grouch. The only sport of any kind you've ever been interested in was little league softball and you'd been horrible at it, so when the brown eyed man from Australia says he's a race car driver you nod. Lando comes back with a drink for you and it's not a rum and coke but you drink it, enjoying the conversation you're having with Oscar. And when your friends start texting you you sigh, almost sad to go.

"My friends," you say, texting them that you'll meet them at the front of the club. You start to take off the jacket, surprised when he reaches to close it. The spill is dried now, your top sticking to your skin.

"Nah, keep it. Don't want you flashing a bunch of men." He smiles softly and stands, holding out his hands to you.

You don't need his help to stand but you slide your hands into his. They're large, swallowing yours, and you think you may have had a little too much to drink because the difference in size makes you feel fuzzy. He pulls you to your feet, hands still holding yours as you stare up at him. "Thanks," you tell him. And, emboldened by the small amount of alcohol, you lick your lips and lean up on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You feel his little breath of surprise and his hands gently squeeze yours as you pull back.

"Can - Christ," he groans when his voice lifts an octave in the middle of the word. His cheeks are red and your phone is buzzing with an incoming call. You ignore it, wiggling your fingers against his. "Can I walk you out? And maybe get your number?"

Later, after you're home and showered and have exchanged several texts with Oscar, you think that maybe you like clubs after all.

[aryxchse]

school president and the troublemaker. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n ; hello ya'll it's ya fav daughter of hera writer, this fic is written while i listened to my 'old bts songs' playlist, you know i'm talkin' about you just one day!!!

warnings : cursing, teenagers (that's should be a warning), this is writed by according to my countries school rules so deal with it, also grover, y/n, annabeth and percy are my favorite gang fr, rival-ish friends to lovers??, percy beating the shit out of some guy, mentions of staring, blood, no kiss on the lips ugh

"i fucking hate mondays," the son of poseidon whined, crossing his arms on his desk and leaning his head on them.

the first two class was history, which it didn't made anything better for him. he was a math guy, he didn't liked reading and stuff. but you and annabeth seemed to really enjoy it, even though annabeth is literally dislexic while your adhd was messing with your head.

grover sighed in front of him, leaning his head back until it rested on percy's desk. "i know right?" he said, fixing his green beanie. annabeth and you sighed, rolling your eyes at the two lazy boys.

"oh please, today's class is about mythology. i'm going to fuck that bitch up," annabeth said, smiling at you. you smiled back, knowing how much she hated your history teacher.

"you're fucking every teacher beth." percy yawned next to you, looking at the blonde girl. "they all hate you at this point for real."

"don't care," annabeth shrugged, looking like she was proud of herself. which she was. "they should educate people with truth, not a fucking lie."

"speak louder queen!" you agreed with her, while taking notes to your clipboard. there was a lot of shit going on in this big ass school, and you didn't know why you wanted to be a president of it this much.

at the beginning of the year, percy told you that you shouldn't get ahead of yourself—meaning that you guys can get expelled any day. but it never happened, it was yours second year in this school. three demigod's and one satyr, in the same school for two years. they should write and teach this in history too!

you had a way of talking out of problems, so whenever you four caused a trouble, everyone acted like nothing happened because of the mist. you controlled it in some type of way, because you wanted to be a president of some school before you become an adult.

back to now, percy peeked from your shoulder to see what you were writing on the clipboard.

— TO DO LIST —

visit the art, music and sport club to see if they need anything ✓

send the principal the needs of the clubs ✓

hang the new concert posters to schools board ✓

check if the p.e class needs anything

meeting with the other members at 13.00, lunch break

take the list of needed books in the library and hand the list to principal ✓

help the teachers or principal with the paperwork or sending them to where they should go ✓ (done for today)

you tapped your pen on the clipboard, focusing on the tasks you haven't done yet. percy sighed next to you, getting overwhelmed with how much work you had.

percy and annabeth was in the president club thingy with you, annabeth was the leader of the library club while percy was the sport clubs. they handed you the lists you writed on your clipboard. percy joined you to skip some classes and spend some time with you while annabeth just liked to be in charge.

"i didn't know we had a meeting today," percy whispered to you as the bitchy history teacher came into class. you rolled your eyes at the boy, putting the clipboard away to open your history notebook.

"i literally texted it in our groupchat. but you decided to ignore it and write 'what are we doing after school tomorrow?'" you reminded him. percy was about to answer you, but the teacher started yelling.

"alright kids, today we're learning about the twelve olympians and their wars!"

the four of you tried your hardest to not laugh, instead sharing side-eyes.

"man, for the first time this class will be fun," percy said, resting his cheek on his palm.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the class was indeed fun.

annabeth had so much fun fixing the teacher's every mistake while the rest of you tried not to laugh. but you took notes anyway. you wrote the notes in ancient greek for the gang to copy from you, since they had dislexia and couldn't read.

"you're the best," annabeth said, kissing your cheek as you handed her the notes. you smiled, blowing a kiss to her way as a response. grover sat next to annabeth while eating a vegan sandwich, and percy was trying to get a drink from the machine.

"ya'll have any more cents?" percy asked, angry at the machine. you sighed and stood up, giving a good kick to the machine. it started working again, dropping percy's blue coke with some snacks. you smiled at him, flipping your hair while you returned to your seat.

"like i didn't know how to do that," he murmured, taking his drink with his now free snacks. he gave the chips to annabeth while handing the m&m's to you. he took the fish cracker to himself, holding it in his mouth to open his coke.

there was this little table at the end of the corridor, right next to the food machine. it was you guys usual spot, and everyone knew it. except the lunch times at the cafeteria, you four always hanged around here.

annabeth rested her back against the wall, laying her feet on top of grover's lap. the satyr didn't mind, since they usually sit like that. your seat was in front of annabeth, as you rested your head against your palm, taking a support from the wall. percy leaned against you, putting his whole weight on you while he eated the fish crackers messily.

you paid no attention to him as you wrote something on your clipboard again. "did we have anything missing in p.e class? like some new basketball's?"

annabeth looked up as she thinked for a moment. "the new one we got apperantly blowed up, at least that's what james told me." you groaned, smashing your head -gently- to the table. "i fucking hate basketball team."

"same," grover said, eating percy's now empty diet coke. "they're like hydra's."

percy laughed at that, making a fist bump with grover.

"when was the meeting again?" grover asked after the laugh session with percy. you groaned again, head still on the table. "read the fucking group chat for gods' sake!"

"man, chill." grover raised his hands in defeat. annabeth closed her own notebook while handing you yours. "thanks babe." she said, patting your head gently. you only made thumbs up to her, leaving the notebook on the table.

percy sighed and sat straight, putting your notebook in your bag. he held you by the waist and made you lean to his shoulder, taking your clipboard away from you. "you've already done almost everything here, the others are useless." he said, voice soft.

you hugged percy's arm to support yourself and annabeth slightly smiled to herself. as your chin rested on top of his shoulder, you looked at the clipboard. "i know but the p.e class is worst than everything i did there, it's so tiring."

"i can help you, you know." he said, putting the clipboard on the table and looking at you. you pulled yourself away to look in his eyes. how those ocean eyes can held so much care in them?

"but you hate checking p.e class," you said quietly, hands still lazily on his bicep. he smirked, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"if it's going to make you shut up, then i'll be glad to help." he teased, and you can see it in his expression. you only rolled your eyes, smile betraying your fake annoyance.

"wow, what a nice man you are percy jackson." you complimented, patting his bicep. he flexed them while he gave you a cocky look. "i know pretty."

"i'm gonna throw up," annabeth said, still smiling. grover nodded, gagging playfully. you both sticked your tongue out to them, chuckling.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"that's it, i'm not fucking letting you help me through the p.e class check again." you hissed, making percy sit on the infirmary bed.

he fucking had a fight. apperantly some guy from the soccer team checked you out in that pretty school skirt of yours, and percy noticed it. you didn't know why he was this protective or annoyed when it camed to other guys, but now you had to deal with his bloody lip and eyebrow.

"he was fucking you with his eyes, what i was gonna do? give him a view?" he snapped back, his normally sweet shade of sea green eyes now as dark as a storm. you hated when percy looked at you like this. his hatred was easier to see. it wasn't towards to you, it's never towards to you. but you can't help but feel like you're being attacked too.

"nothing, percy. nothing!" you said, your own eyebrows furrowed. no one was in the infirmary because the school sucked at being responsible. you made sure to point this to principal too.

luckily, your best friend was a demigod, who can heal with water. but unluckily for you, there was no water near. so, you had to caress his wounds like the old ways. still, he healed much faster than a mortal could.

the moment alcoholed cotten touched his lip, he hissed. "what the fuck you mean nothing?" he said, but his voice wasn't loud. "you- you had a crush on him or something?" the last sentence camed out his lip weak.

you rolled your eyes at the boy, who's now had a worried expression on his face. you couldn't understand why, but he looked like he could cry if you touched him. "don't tell me you have a crush on that fucking asshole. you can't be serious, i mean- have you seen hi-"

"percy shut up for gods' sake!" you yelled and he jumped. it made you feel a bit bad, but he was not making any sense. you stopped wiping the blood and cleaning the wound on his lip, now starting to put some bandages on it.

"i don't have a crush on the guy, i don't even know who he is." you explained, now wiping his eyebrow. he didn't flinched on this one, instead he was focused on you. "but you can't just attack people just because they're looking at me."

"he wasn't looking, y/n/n. he was literally-"

"fucking me with his eyes, i know." you shushed him gently with your words, your eyes holding too much care in them. weren't you questioning his eyes back then?

you were standing in between percy's legs, and you both were face to face, even though he was sitting. his expression was soft once again, and his eyes shined like always. you held his chin gently while carefuly treating the wound. "but he didn't dared to do anything, did he?"

"i would like to see him fucking try." he hissed.

"believe me, he wouldn't." you assured him, now bandaging him once again. he had a confused look on his face, but one side of him telled him you were right. "those guys like that can do nothing but stare."

there was a silence between you two now. percy kept sitting on the bed while you put away the first aid kit. after that you camed back to your previous place in between percy's legs, hands resting on his thigh.

he gently held your wrists in return, thumbs caressing the place gently. the boy was in the other infirmary in school, since they didn't want to put him in the same place as percy. you wondered how was the boy, because percy was literally about to kill him.

"how am i gonna get a boyfriend if you keep attacking the boys around me?" you joked, and for the first time, percy didn't laughed. he still looked down on your now intertwined hands, looking like he was in some kind of a trance.

you didn't want a boyfriend anyways, you wanted percy. the joke was to lighten the mood, but to also see his reaction. you we're having suspicions or delusions lately, about him liking you back. and you wanted to get a real answer for yourself.

luckily for you, percy was about to give you one.

"i don't want you to have a boyfriend, to be honest." he whispered, his forehead resting on your shoulder. your cheek -you didn't know why- immediatly found it's place on his head, smelling the salt water scent he had.

"why? you wanna keep me to yourself?" you chuckled, asking what you wanted to ask for a long time in a jokeful way.

"yeah, actually." he said.

you frozed. you wanted to keep your actions as warm as possible for him to not think you would ever reject him. you did wanted to get some real answers, but not stomach flipping, toe curling and cheek blushing one like this. your heart beated so fast that you thought you we're having a heart attack, and your breath hitched.

"what?" you managed to ask softly, and your voice felt like an angel to his ears.

"i'm sorry i-" he choked in his own words, afraid to face you. he still kept his head on your shoulder, in fact; he nuzzled into your neck a bit. "i don't want to ruin our friendship, but... in some way i do."

you chuckled, and he felt like the weight on his shoulders lifted.

"i kinda want that too," you whispered back, hands now caressing his bicep. his hands find their way onto your waist, holding you firmly close to himself. his heart was about to pop out from his body and met with yours, just chilling inside your body instead of his. weird way to express what he was feeling, but percy was never good with words anyway.

"yeah?" he breathed out, his smile can be heard from his voice. your own smile matched his, so bright that sun would be jealous. "since when?"

"oh man, i don't want to answer this." you joked, and he laughed. that's the react you've been waiting for. "you'd think i'm obsessed with you."

he raised his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes shining as bright as the sky now. you loved how his emotions reflected in his eyes, making him not be able to hide anything. you knew him better than anyone else anyways, he was always an open book to you.

"oh please, i don't have the right to judge you when i'm this whipped." he said, making you laugh. "we're we even friends this whole time?"

you laughed harder. "you know what? i think the fuck not." you answered through giggles. "we we're just two idiots who pretended to be friends."

as you both laughed there, to your whole situation, percy hugged you tight. an air escaped your lips in suprise, but you were quick to hug him back.

"you don't have any idea how relieved i am right now," he mumbled to your neck, leaving a few light kisses there. your hands caressed his raven hair, massaging the scalp. "i love you, so fuckin' much."

"i love you too, seaweed brain." you said back quietly, kissing on top of his head.

he was about to kiss you on the lips when annabeth and grover barged in.

"finally you idiots!" annabeth said, crossing her arms and resting her back on the door frame. grover put his arm on her shoulder, smirking.

"it's about fucking time, eh?"

[bobbin-buckley]

Jenna Ortega Headcanons

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and smut

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SFW

-You both freaking love to cuddle. While sleeping, watching a movie, reading a book etc. you both find comfort in being in each others arms. If you need to get up for bathroom or water good luck girly cause she ain’t letting you go

-She can’t help but admire everything you do, even if it’s just you reading a book she’s so head over heels for you

-Loves to be kissed on her cheek, cause that’s where her dimples are. She’ll smile wide when you kiss her there, she claims it tickles so you continue to do it

-If you do a sport or are in band she comes to every game/concert she possibly can (if she’s not busy). If you write books she gets to help you or gets sneak peak of what you’re writing annnnnd gets to be the first person to read it

-If you don’t know how to cook she’ll teach you, (this girl makes amazing meals). There was one time you helped her cook something but you almost burnt the house down so she banned you from the kitchen.

-^^If you can cook she’s always willing to help and eat whatever you make! And tells you how amazing it is

-When she’s gone for acting she’ll call/facetime you every night.

-Jasmine and Melissa tease her about how she’s so in love with you

-Horror Movie marathons every Friday night. (If you hate horror movies you can hide in her chest or the crook of her neck)

-Comes home with your favorite food whenever she’s out

-At this point you both share the same clothes cause you love stealing each others

-The both of you can’t live without music, so you’ll share earbuds when listening to music together

-Has really good music taste

-You watch all her movies (especially when you miss her on the days she’s acting)

-She always mentions you in an interview

-She loves you so so so so much

-You always happen catching her staring at you with those eyes (that lovey dovey look)

NSFW

-A switch but prefers to be top, loves to dominate you

-Likes vanilla sex but adds a little roughness to it (if you’d like)

-Has a pretty high praise kink, receiving or giving either works for her

“You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers so we’ll”

“I wanna see that pretty face when you cum..”

“Fuck darling, making a mess all over me”

“That’s it, let go..let go for me baby”

-It drives her crazy when you moan her name

-Praises your body every time you have sex and always asks for consent

“You have such a pretty body for a pretty girl, so beautiful darling…”

“I’m so obsessed with these thighs, so pretty..so kissable..”

“This okay?”

“Are you positive that you want this hunny?”

-Loves to experiment, if you’re up for it! Has a full box of toys she uses on you, to figure out what you like

-She has strap-on dildos to vibrators

-But boy does she love using the strap-on she owns, she has various sizes of dildos. She goes from smallest to biggest, longest to shortest and thickest to less thick

“Hmp…god..you feel so good baby and you look so cute taking my strap. Good girl..yes cum for me, cum all over this fucking cock”

-Loves to cover you in hickies, she wants everyone to know your hers.

-After sex is so gentle with her, she rubs your sore body before taking you to the bathroom to take a bath then get rest after.

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First headcanons! I think I’ll have people take a vote when I post it!

[yxngbxkkie]

my favorite boy (l.y.f)

hello, hello! i'm back with the skz street racing series 🫢 they're recent dance practice video has sparked the motivation so i must thank them! i hope you like this!! 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Yeji, what are you doing here?” You ask her with furrowed brows, opening your apartment door wider.

She gives you a pout and crosses her arms over her chest. “You haven't been answering my messages.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize, dropping your gaze to the carpet. A sigh leaves your lips, and you invite your friend into the apartment. “It's been a little bit of a wild ride.”

You close the door after Yeji walks in, turning to face her. “What's been going on? I tried calling Eun-woo, but he's not answering me either,” she mentions, taking a step forward to grab your hand.

“He won't answer you because he dumped me,” you say after a minute of silence. You clear your throat afterward, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling.

“What!?” Yeji practically yells, causing you to jump. She quickly apologizes and brings you into a hug. “I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?”

You keep quiet, trying not to let yourself think about how it went down again. You rest your forehead on her shoulder, taking deep breaths as she rubs your back.

“It was pretty messy,” you mumble while pulling back from her. “So, I've been distracting myself from thinking about it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I haven't really spoken to anyone since it happened.”

Yeji frowns at you, wiping the stray tears off your cheeks. “Well, I'm here now,” she tries to get you to smile, gently pinching your cheek. “Come with me tonight.”

“Yeji,” you sigh, not really in the mood to go out. “I don't want to go out to some bar.”

She chuckles, and she shakes her head at you. “I'm not going to a bar! I'm meeting Chan and one of his friends. You should come,” she nudges your arm.

“Oh, I don't know. I'm kind of a hot mess currently,” you mention while rubbing the back of your neck.

“You look beautiful, honey,” she reassures you before swiftly moving further into your apartment.

You watch as she heads into your room, grabbing a hoodie from your bed. She tosses the article of clothing at you before ushering you towards your shoe closet.

“We won't be out for too long. Come and relax with us,” she pets your hair, wanting you to get out of your apartment.

You fumble with the hoodie in your hands, thinking over her offer. I guess it'd be wise to get some air. You think to yourself and throw the hoodie on.

“I'll go,” you give in, slipping your arms into the hoodie sleeves. The warmth of it makes you smile a little before you move to get a pair of shoes.

Yeji squeals and claps her hands. A giggle leaves your lips as you quickly slip on the shoes you chose. The two of you walk out of your apartment building together, arms linked.

The car ride lasts almost half an hour, and you furrow your brows as Yeji pulls into a parking lot loaded with cars. “Where are we?” You ask her, glancing towards the younger girl.

“Chan's racing tonight. Come on,” she mentions, parking the vehicle before getting out.

You're so confused as you slowly unbuckle your seatbelt. You open the passenger door, watching Yejj run up to Chan. You look away from them, still feeling burned from your failed relationship.

You shut the door and begin to aimlessly walk around. You didn't know people were street racing here. “Isn't it illegal?” You ask yourself quietly, not wanting others to hear.

Your eyes come across a navy blue sports car, finding so much beauty in the color. You find yourself walking towards the vehicle, not noticing the blonde sitting on the hood of it.

“Wow,” you mumble to yourself, admiring the bodywork. The light blue neon underneath makes it look prettier, too.

“She's a beauty, right?” A deep voice startles you, snapping you from your thoughts.

You stand up straight and glance towards the voice. You blush at the man's beauty, noticing the freckles decorating his cheeks. “Y-Yeah, she is,” you stumble over your words, tearing your gaze away.

The blonde holds his hand out and introduces himself to you. “I'm Felix,” he says with a smile.

“Hi, Felix,” you giggle, shaking his hand. “I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you.”

“Do you race?” He asks you while leaning against his vehicle again.

Your eyes widen, and you start shaking your head. “Oh, no, no. I came with a friend of mine,” you tell him shyly, tucking some hair behind your ear.

Felix lets out a quiet, “ah,” while nodding his head. “Who's your friend?” He questions while looking around the group of people.

You follow his gaze to the semi-large crows, seeing Yeji and Chan cuddled with one another on the hood of his vehicle. You provide a bittersweet smile and point in their direction.

“I came with Yeji. She's with her boyfriend over there,” you inform him.

“Oh! You're the friend she's mentioned?!” He asks you, a large grin on his plump lips. Your eyes widen, not realizing that Yeji's talked about you to this gorgeous gorgeous man.

You look away from him, feeling shy under his gaze. “I-I guess so, yeah,” you chuckle nervously.

He smiles at you and motions for you to follow him, leading you towards your friend. “She never mentioned that you're so pretty,” Felix giggles, bringing a hand to his neck.

“Me? Felix, you're so breathtaking compared to me,” you let the compliment slip, keeping your eyes on the ground.

His cheeks blush at your words, shoving both of his hands into his pockets. “Breathtaking? I wouldn't go that far,” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

You lift your head and stop moving. Felix notices instantly and stops as well, moving to stand directly in front of you. “You don't think you're breathtaking?” You ask him in disbelief.

“Uh, n-no, I don't,” he says shyly, and you watch him press two fingers against his pulse point.

You reach into the pocket of your hoodie and take your phone out. You open your camera app and take a photo of him. Felix doesn't have time to question you as you immediately show him the result of it.

“Look at yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous that I find it hard to believe you're real,” you begin to ramble, turning the phone back to you and admire his features.

“I- Uhm, th-thank you. I still think you're really pretty,” he shifts the compliment back to you, smiling softly.

You gently bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling wide. “Y/N!” Yeji calls out your name, causing you to whip your head towards her. She and Chan both walk over to the two of you, a smirk on her lips. “I see you've already met Felix.”

“Yeah,” you clear your throat, taking a quick glance towards the blonde. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Yeji nods her head, mumbling something to Chan before kissing his cheek. You grab her wrist afterward, dragging her away from the two men.

“So, what do we think of Felix?” Your friend asks, wiggling her brows.

You stand about fifteen feet away from them before meeting her eyes. “What are you doing exactly? Felix mentioned that you've told him about me,” you question her, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I just want you to be happy! Plus, I didn't tell him about you to hook the two of you up,” she explains, glancing over her shoulder. “You were still with… at the time I told him about you.”

You press your lips together, feeling a lump forming in your throat. Memories of your relationship start playing in your mind, and you can feel the tears beginning to build up.

“I want to go home,” you whisper to her, not feeling like being out anymore.

Yeji frowns, reaching out to grab ahold of your hands. “I'm sorry for bringing it up. I just wanted to reassure you that I wasn't trying to hook you up,” she apologizes, shaking your conjoined hands.

“It's fine,” you mumble, releasing one of her hands to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'd still like to go home.”

She releases a sigh and nods her head. “I'll bring you home. Let's just say goodbye first, okay?” She offers, starting to walk back towards her boyfriend and his friend.

You re-cross your arms, trying to distract yourself from your mind. “Everything okay?” Chan asks as soon as the two of you reach them.

“Yeah. Y/N's not feeling well, so I'm going to bring them home. I should be back in time for the race,” Yeji mentions, standing on her toes to quickly kiss his lips.

You can feel Felix's eyes on you as you stand in silence, afraid your voice might show the emotion you're feeling.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Felix says with a kind smile.

Your heart flutters in your chest at the softness in his voice. You nod your head, giving him a fake smile. “It was nice meeting you too, Felix,” you whisper to him.

“You're gonna be okay?” He asks, noticing the change in your mood.

“I'll be okay,” you reassure him.

He smiles at you, reaching into his pocket. Felix pulls his phone out and quickly hands it to you. Your lips part in surprise as you slowly take the device. You didn't expect him to want your number, and you can't help but blush.

You input your number, giving yourself a cute name before handing it back to him. He smiles upon reading it, flicking his eyes towards you.

“I'll text you right now so you have my number,” he says while typing out a message.

You feel your phone vibrate inside your pocket, pulling it out before tapping his notification. You giggle at his message and save his number, setting the photo you took of him as well.

“Ready, Y/N?” Yeji asks you, gently resting her hand on your forearm.

You nod your head yes and wave goodbye to Chan, then Felix. Both of them bid the two of you goodbye before you walk back towards Yeji's vehicle.

Once you're in the vehicle, Yeji decides to speak up. “You looked really happy talking to Felix,” she points out, causing you to groan. She raises her hands in defense for a few seconds before turning on her vehicle. “I'm just saying.”

She starts to drive back to your apartment building as you think about what she said. It's been a couple of weeks since you've smiled, and he seemed to make you smile so easily.

“He's really nice,” you tell her while fiddling with your fingers.

“He is,” she agrees, patting your leg.

You look out the window of her car, playing your interaction with him over and over. The smile on your lips widens, and you release a deep breath through your nose.

He's really cute…

You and Felix have been texting one another for a few weeks. You've met up for coffee a few times, and you finally found the courage to tell him the reason you left when you first met.

He's been really sweet to you, causing you to fall for him pretty quickly. You also think he's falling for you, too. The two of you have been flirting more and more, and a part of you hopes he asks you out soon.

You swiftly make your way down the street, hearing the loud sounds of people's sports cars. It's your first time attending a street race without Yeji, especially since Chan isn't racing tonight. But Felix is, and he cutely asked you to come support him. How could you say no.

You shove your hands into your pockets, shivering a bit as the weather starts to get cold. You finally reach the parking lot everyone's parked in, immediately looking around for Felix.

“Y/N!” Felix calls out your name, making you halt your steps. You turn around to see the blonde running up to you, a bright smile on his pink lips. “Hey! I'm glad you made it.”

He wraps you in a hug, one of his hands rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, dipping your fingers into his hair. “Of course I made it. Gotta support my favorite boy,” you giggle while pulling back.

Felix's cheeks blush as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his waist, the two of you walking over to his vehicle. “I'm your favorite boy?” He asks, giggling.

“Yes, of course,” you chuckle, leaning into his side.

As soon as you make it to his car, you find yourself sitting on the hood. Felix stands in between your legs, his small hands finding a place on your hips.

“Well, you're my favorite girl,” he grins, tilting his head a bit.

“Oh, I am?” You ask him, gently biting your lip.

Felix nods his head while rubbing your hips. You smile at him as his gaze moves from your eyes to your lips. Your heart starts to pound against your chest.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers before releasing a sigh.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you move your hands up his torso. “Good luck kiss?” You mention after hearing someone announce that the race will start in five minutes.

The blonde's eyes widen at your words, his hands squeezing your hips. “Please?” Felix silently pleads, his face getting closer and closer to yours.

You bring your hands to his cheeks, slowly stroking them before closing the space between you. Your eyes flutter shut when his lips connect with yours. Wow, they're so soft.

Felix deepens the kiss quickly, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. A quiet moan slips past your lips as you tilt your head to the side.

“I like you so much,” he sighs after pulling away, resting his forehead on yours.

Your thumbs stroke his freckled cheeks as you keep your eyes closed. “I like you too, Felix. You've… you've made me so happy the past few weeks,” you confess to him, nudging your nose with his.

Felix pulls back and drags his thumb along your lower lip. “After I win the race, would you want to grab a midnight snack with me?” He asks you out, removing his thumb to land a quick kiss on your lips.

“After you win, hm?” You ask with a chuckle, smirking at the man. “Someone's a little cocky.”

“Well, you just gave me some good luck kisses,” he mentions with a smirk.

You lick your lips and look away from him, giggles coming from you. “You're lucky you're cute, Felix,” you tell him, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “But, I'd love to grab a midnight snack after you win.”

He squeezes your hip in excitement, kissing you once more before helping you off of the hood. “Wait for me at the finish line. I'll see you there!”

~

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[georgianaortiz]

OPEN | @lunarcovestarters

A. Capture the Flag [ The Cove's Jail ]

The retreat events weren't the kind of games Gia liked to play. Still, the vampire participated on behalf of the clan. Her loyalty to her people unassailable but questionable with everyone else. "Well I study prehistoric archeology, mostly, but a colleague of mine is a maritime archaeologist. Brilliant in his field." The brunette commended. "But bless his heart, he's a mess of a man. Steps out on his wife who gave him five children. He can't keep an assistant, either, and no one has to guess why." Head still shaking in disapproval, Gia continued on. "So this colleague, he told me that the bottom of the ocean is called the abyssal plain and isn't made of sand but sediment from everything that's ever lived in the sea. How interesting!" The exclamation was followed by an abrupt change in her tone as the eyes in the back of her head, from motherhood, told her someone was trying to escape. "Sit back down."

B. Canoeing [ During the Vampire's bracket ]

Wearing a long, flowing skirt, and kitten heels with a parasail and picnic basket in hand, Gia declined her canoe's paddle and settled into her little boat. The only thing she knew about boats was how to float down river. Which was a favorite past time of hers, growing up, as a young girl in Savannah. The middle child of a dozen and one siblings, they all loaded into oak boats with picnic lunches to bask in the southern, summertime sun. Today filled Gia with nostalgia and champagne, which she packed in lieue of her childhood's picnic lunch. She popped the bottle the second she set sail, bubbling with delight as the liquid poured over the top. "What a lovely day this will be!"

C. Bonfire [ Opening Night ]

They were all just stories at the end. Stories and bones; two of Gia's great loves. Scary stories her favorite kind, ever since childhood when she'd sneak out of bed, wander down the hall, and eavesdrop on her older siblings attempts to spook one another. In a sort of poetic irony that Georgiana amusedly appreciated, she was a ghost story. "They say I haunt the house where I died in Savannah. The story seems to change every few decades. I tripped down the stairs, my husband's misstress pushed me, an evil spirit from beyond did the deed.." A laugh, half-hearted in sound, proceeded the recount. "All are false, of course. They do have my portrait up, though the artist's rendition is hardly as damning as a photograph." Her tongue clicked in audible annoyance, as she grumbled something about stupid cell phones.

D. Werewolf BBQ

Why the clan was invited to a werewolf BBQ was beyond Gia's knowing. Once more, she joined in on the festivities like a good sport and brought baked goods for the food table. One look at the cuisine and she knew she wouldn't be eating anything she hadn't brought herself. Georgiana had a particular palette for human food these days, and it did not include anything that could be prepared on a BBQ. She resigned herself to drinking and people watching, making observations in her mind until someone was in ear shot to hear her commentary. "That guy.." The vampire gestured at someone, random, in the crowd. "..is a beer shy of being able to start a brewery. I give him another half hour, at best. That's being generous." Not so quietly she scoffed, "Light weight."

[sabo-has-my-heart]

The Correct Signs

"Ace's clumsy first time relationship with a deaf reader. Both Ace and reader are university students of the same school. Ace notices reader as a cute girl on the first day in class, then found out she is deaf later on that day. He notices all of her little actions and hobbies. Like how nice her hand writing is when she communicates with others, or how her eyes sparkle when she can use sign language with someone, or how she keep all of the notes her friends gave her in a small notebook. He also subconciously help her whenever he can. Like clearing some awkward moments or notice her of sounds she couldn't hear. Then, one day, he gave her a small note with his confession and she said yes. They became a couple. Ace started to notice more of her habits. She doesn't like it when someone sneak on her, so whenever he is near her, he tries to let her know of his presence as soon as possible. She still tries to have normal conversations and greetings, like a welcome back, or a good morning. She teaches him sign language, and she tells him that it's the warmest thing ever to know that he wants to learn it for her. Just fluffh stuff ig"

Part 2 to Can You Hear Me?

Part 1

Warnings: Deaf!Reader, disabilities, love confessions, sign language

Word Count: 1380

So I put their sign language in italics. I did this because they are still talking, but it's all in sign language and I wanted to make it clear that they're signing.

     Treating you like normal wasn’t as easy as Ace had thought it would be. Part of him still wanted to treat you like you were, well, like you were disabled. He still wanted to help you carry things, still wanted to be sensitive about you being able to hear or make sure you got proper notes. That didn’t mean he didn’t try, just that he’d catch himself doing something you’d asked him not to only to suddenly stop himself and suddenly feel guilty that he was treating you differently again. Still, you were patient with him, giving him time to adjust to treating you like normal again. You were used to people treating you differently after learning that you were deaf, used to them having to adjust and then readjust. The point was that he was trying. 

     Ace was also trying to learn sign language as quickly as possible, often making you smile and shake your head when he’d sign something, get frustrated at how slowly he was moving and pout, or when he’d attempt to sign something quickly, only to come up with gibberish that had you wanting to burst out laughing. He was dedicated though and it was amusing when he messed up, so you really didn’t mind.

     All the time spent together also meant that the two of you got to know each other better. You’d been friends before he’d learned you were deaf, before you’d started teaching him sign language, but now you were spending even more time together as he attempted to learn an entirely new language. Hobbies that you had that you hadn’t told him about because you hadn’t written it down, TV shows you enjoyed, books you liked. Little things that he’d never thought to ask you before. You’d already known quite a bit about him, the boy talking quite a lot when the two of you hung out, but it felt different now, closer. It wasn’t just you learning about his motorcycle and his favorite sports, it wasn’t him figuring out your favorite professors as you joked about them in class or what kind of foods you liked. It was more… real. With each new thing he learned about you, he couldn’t help but feel himself falling deeper and deeper for you, staring at you in adoration and wonder whenever you weren’t looking, wishing he could tell you how beautiful you were to your face instead of behind your back… glaring at his brother jealously when your eyes lit up because Sabo already knew sign language. That bright sparkle of excitement when Ace introduced you, telling his brother you were deaf, only for him to immediately start a conversation with you and laughing at things that Ace didn’t understand because the two of you were moving too quickly. 

     Pacing back and forth, Ace practiced his sign language, occasionally shaking his hands as he tried to shake his nerves off. Was he getting the movements right? Was he shaking too much? Maybe the position of his fingers were wrong! Sabo had laughed like a demented hyena when he’d walked in on Ace practicing, only making the young man more nervous before getting into a fight with the blond. After kicking the shit out of each other, Sabo had actually started helping Ace memorize the signs that Ace would need, making sure that Ace had it down before leaving him to practice. He wasn’t meeting up with you until 3, so he still had time to practice a few more times, carefully going over the movements again as he stared at himself in the mirror. The two of you were meeting at the library to help him go over his most recent sign language lessons as well as get some studying in because Ace had spent so much time working with you that his grades were suffering.

     Sitting at the table, you smiled as you watched him carefully sign whatever was written on the notecard you showed him. His movements were still a little slow, and he seemed to be shaking, but you couldn’t help but smile as he successfully signed each answer. Finally putting down the last notecard, you gave him a light, quiet clap, proud that he’d managed to get them all correct. Before you could fully turn away from him, he was gently taking your wrist, turning you back towards him.

     “What is it, Ace?” you looked at the man, watching the gears turn in his head as he processed your movements.

     “I have something to tell you.” his hands were shaking even more now as he carefully signed the words. Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you nodded, gesturing for him to continue, “We’ve been spending a lot of time together and we’ve…” Ace’s movements stopped as he tried to remember the rest of the movements before frustratedly dropping his hands, “I just… I wanted to tell you that, well, you mean a lot to me. You’ve put up with me being an idiot, you’re patient with me, you care and I just wanted to say…” Ace took a deep breath, raising his hands again, “I… I love you, will you go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?” you stared at him in shock. After a moment you glanced down at his hands, then back up at him, then back down at his hands again. You hadn’t taught him most of those yet, meaning not only had he just confessed to you, but he’d specifically gone out of his way to learn the correct signs to tell you. After a moment, you felt a nervous tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your swirling thoughts as you looked at him.

     “Well?” his hands shook as he moved his arms, clearly nervous about your reaction. Smiling you scooted closer, leaning forward as you kissed him on the cheek. The young man looked at you, stunned, as you nodded your head, grabbing your favorite pen and the paper next to you. 

     “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You watched as an impossibly large smile spread across Ace’s face, the young man shouting a ‘yes’ at the top of his lungs before picking you up and spinning you around, drawing every eye in the library. You stared at the librarian as she walked up to you, glaring at the boy before starting to scold him, making you shake your head. Tapping the librarian on the shoulder, you drew her attention to you. The woman looked over to you, as you held up your hands again. You and the woman were familiar with each other, being one of the few people on campus who also knew sign language.

     “My apologies, Ada, this is my fault. I was teaching him how to sign and I told him he did perfectly. He was very excited.” you lied, making the woman sigh and nod. She wouldn’t deny his success if he’d done well, looking at the boy expectantly, clearly looking to see what had him so excited. Grabbing your pen, you wrote that she wanted him to show her what sign language he’d learned, the boy’s eyes widening in worry but nodding all the same. Watching his hands shake, you smiled as he managed to slowly sign a few short sentences that you’d taught him, watching as the librarian nodded approvingly.

     “Very well, just be more careful next time you give him good news. This is still a library after all.” With that, the woman walked away, leaving you to write down everything that had been said, making the boy laugh quietly.

     “So uh, why don’t we take care of that studying, then watch a movie at my place? I heard the new Barbie movie has a sign language option on Netflix.” Ace offered, making you smile. Sighing, you nodded in agreement, finding it cute how excited he was about everything. Giving him another kiss on the cheek, you pulled out your books and set them on the table, though you honestly doubted you’d get much studying done. At least, not any studying that wasn’t teaching him more sign language as he eagerly attempted to learn more about how to communicate with his new girlfriend.

[fullt4nk]

submit to me (shuriri x reader) 18+

hey 🤭 this is my first time writing on tumblr and im lowk scared.. like what do I even say in one of these authors notes things??? prolly gonna pop up every once in a while with smth for people to read idk yet tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

gotta give cred where it’s due, this is heavily inspired by @generallysapphic their works are incredible

warnings: reader and riri are subby lil whores, tribbing, lottaaaa lotta lotta sex, basically porn w/o plot, voyeurism if yew squint, maybe a lil degradation if yew squint

some translations: zithandwa zam- my loves, uthando- love, khawulezisa- hurry up

bored, bored, bast i’m so bored.

I have gotten no attention from my loves all day and I was starting to get angsty. swinging my legs back and forth on the desk I was sitting on, I played around with riri’s hammer that was placed on the desk and hummed a small tune.

riri walked over to me as I jumped from my place on the desk; finally, some attention. I smiled at her expectingly as she walked over, excited be with one of my girlfriends.

she walked right behind me to reach for her tool box. well damn.

as she picked up a tool from her took box she turns to shuri, “shuri catch,” she yelled, throwing a wrench from her tool box right towards shuri.

she caught the wrench with ease. “how many times do I need to tell you to stop throwing heavy objects around riri?” last time riri threw a cogwheel towards shuri without looking, she broke a prototype shuri spent hours working on… it didn’t go well for her.

“my bad baby,” she said walking back to her original spot at her desk. I watched them work with a hot feeling in my stomach. damn they look good. with shuri in nothing but a tank top and sweats, i watched her arms flex every time she used that wrench. riri had on a sports bra and shorts. i watched her perfectly pierced nipples on display through the bra as thoughts of my lips attached to them racked through my mind

I could feel myself getting more fidgety as i watched their bodies move and work away at whatever they were building. at this point, anything was better than sitting and watching them work themselves to death in this damn lab. an idea popped into my mind and I fake a yawn best I can, throwing my hands above my head and stretching. my slightly cropped shirt lifted and a small portion of my midriff became exposed as riri watched me, eyes drifting.

just what I wanted

“you good?” she questioned. she looked me up and down and she could tell how bored I was just by looking into my eyes. “we’ll be there in a minute just wait a little longer baby.”

“nah i’m tryna take a nap… i’ll be back in a minute,” I said, looking and riri with a certain look. she immediately caught on to what I meant by “nap” and bit her lip.

“um yeah shuri I think imma go too. we been working since 7am and i’m tired as hell,” she said, only half meaning it. yeah she was tired, but not tired as in “I wanna sleep” tired. tired as in “i’m tired of working and wanna mess around” tired.

“you two go ahead, i’ll be there for diner.” shuri gave riri a kiss on the forehead and walked over to me to hug me. “get some rest, zithandwa zam.”

“haaah fuck please please please,” I whined and writhed all over the place. riri’s clit rubbing against mine having too big of an effect on my orgasm. “please don’t stop. need it need it so bad.”

“nghh im gonna cum fuck i’m gonna cum so hard ohhh my god,” riri’s eyes were glued shut as she wailed and moaned on top of me. her dripping pussy on mine like felt like heaven that I never wanted to let go of. and fuck the sounds she made, all whiny and high pitch. she especially got like this whenever we were tribbing, saying it was her favorite way to get off.

“please, please, please, wanna cum, fuck i wanna cum, i wanna cum all over your beautiful pussy please let me cum!” she babbled into my neck as my legs shook. fuck she’s cumming, I can feel her pussy get impossibly wetter. it drips against my folds and it’s just enough to send me over the edge.

“cumming, cumming, cumming im cumming-!” I silently screamed into riri’s chest and softly bit her nipple to quiet myself down. “ngh-! fuck fuck baby do that again please,” she begged

I softly bit her nipple again looking into her brown eyes, licking and biting softly as she moaned and squirmed in my arms. because her nipples were pierced, her sensitivity was through the roof as she arched her back, forcing her chest further into my face. I couldn’t help it as I began moving against her, wanting more friction on my clit. I knew I was overstimulating her, but god she felt so good.

“shit please baby please,” at this point I was begging just to beg. I just wanted more of her and her creamy pussy on mine. I wanted to smother myself in her chest as I sucked and nibbled on her perky nipples. fuck I could do this all day.

“wow. so I leave you two alone for 30 minutes and you’re already going at it like you’re in heat.”

fuck.

riri is quick to jump down from my lap, leaving my wet cunt exposed to shuri. “f-fuck um-“ riri panicked looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid shuri’s piercing gaze.

“shhh no need uthando. both of you, go back to what you were doing.” she tilted her head to the side and smirked in amusement. she was planning something, I could see it in the way she looked me up and down.

“please shuri-“ I whined as my breathing picked up, excited to know what she had in mind. “nope, no help from me. c’mon give me a show you two. i’ve been working so hard to protect this nation, i think I deserve a private performance.” she is vividly eyeing my fluttering cunt chuckling at it’s reaction to her presence.

me and riri are looking at her like deer in headlights, wide eyed and shocked at shuri’s request. we’ve never done anything like this before and judging by the look on riri’s face, she’s just as shocked and turned on as I am.

“khawulezisa, i don’t have all day,” she demands in a deep voice, thick with her accent, and fuck it’s so sexy. she takes off her tank top and throws it somewhere around the room, exposing her perfect torso and breasts. riri slowly climbs on top of me again and her clit slightly rubs against mine, making us both moan out.

we slowly find our rhythm again, grinding against each other with our eyes shut. there’s a new found feeling that makes me clench around nothing, knowing that shuri is watching me and riri moan and rub against each other. our chests are rubbing against each other, making riri pant even louder and heavier.

shurir stalks her way over to the bed to whisper in riri’s ear, “you like having your nipples played with like this?” as reaches between us, she’s squeezes and rubs riri’s nipples. riri moans in ecstasy, rubbing faster against me. shuri’s low voice in riri’s ear is enough to have her like a bitch in heat, grinding her pussy on me. “nngh, fuck riri slow down!” our clits gaining more friction causes a high pitch whine to escape my lips, as my eyes roll back; god this feels so good.

“haaa fuck shuri please. need you so bad, need to feel you, need to feel you deep- haah!” moans and pleads roll off my tongue like it’s nothing, begging shuri to fuck me. “poor usana, need something long and thick in this pretty pussy huh? what, riri isn’t enough anymore? she seemed like enough before I walked in here,” she says, reaching in between us to run her fingers through my folds. she rubs against me and riri, as we grind into shuri’s hand.

shuri could feel the wet spot between her draws as she watched her love’s pathetically rub against each other. she wanted nothing more than to take them right then and there, but she had to be patient and enjoy the scenery in front of her. “wanna cum usana? wanna cum for me? c’mon cum all over each other. fuck, it’s so wet I can see it. I can hear it. go on my love’s, cum for me.”

fuck that’ll do it.

riri is absolutely gone. shaking, crying of overstimulation, moaning, she was all fucked out as her thick creamy cum spilled over my pussy and shuri’s hand. my cum mixing in with hers as I bit into her neck to quiet my squeals.

“look at you two, such good girls for me yeah?” shuri’s lips connected with mine as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. fuck she drives me crazy as her tongue explores and licks every crevice of my mouth. she detaches from me, a string of spit keeping us together.

she turns to lean into riri, as riri completely opens her mouth for shuri, reaching her tongue out. shuri sucks on riri’s tongue, slow and sensually, letting her tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. riri whines and pinches her nipple, feeling her cunt clenched around nothing.

shuri slaps her hands away from her breasts and says “patience my love, i’ll take care of you..”

LMFOAOA I PRESSED THE POST BUTTON TOO SOON BY ACCIDENT 😭

but we’re already rackin up some typa engagement ok I see y’all !!

maybe i’ll write more, who knows BUT FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I GOT

[tcshi]

isagi yoichi

☆ : an au where the blue lock project didn't happen but the boys are attending the same school and are part of the same football club ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩

for a guy who possesses an incredible intelligence in the sport he loves, isagi yoichi was oblivious as a tree when it comes to your advances.

at every chance you'd get, you always try to drop hints about your immutable fondness for him. it comes in the small notes being left at his desk, a bottle of his favorite energy drink or the words of encouragement and appreciation that tumbles out of your lips in a flash of word vomit. it was always there. vivid enough for the other guys at his football club to know of your little crush on him except for isagi himself. hell, even itoshi rin of all people knows it.

but isagi, the adorable elixir of your life isagi yoichi is still pretty much in the dark of the hints you've long dropped.

you've heard rin throw you a few motivational phrases to just give up. you've seen the pitiful and bashful looks you've received from reo and nagi upon seeing you march up to their oblivious forward with a grin on your face for the nth time since forever. you've had chigiri inform you of the chances that isagi might decode your unspoken proclamations of love was close to zero in comparison to the peaking 99.9% percent if you've just directly told him.

but of course, your nerves can be a little bit of a bitch to deal with in situations that requires you to open your mouth and tell isagi that you've been liking him for the past two years. hence you just stopped trying to vocalize your adoration from the very first try.

the very first time you've tried doing that was an absolute epic fail when you became an incoherent mess babbling on and on about how you found this football player from dortmund called jude bellingham hot and isagi encouraging you to grapple against your nerves and try to shoot your shot at said football playerㅡall the while being unable to do that with your irrevocable feelings for him who stands at 5feet away from you.

you've received more pats on the back from kunigami for trying at the very least (for the nth time, unfortufuckingnately) and a few more teasing remarks from bachira that you should just try dating him instead. you kindly rejected him a few times, and sadly enough with a few smacks landing on his skin as he grins playfully.

you've tried nearly a thousand methods to get isagi to know your feelings for him through showing it but none of them worked. not until an entirely unintentional incident that pushed the water to overflow from the dam.

you look at him crazy, like he's shooting rainbows from the top of his head and his teal eyes crying colorful tears.

“your lukewarm approach to confessing is nearly as palpable as getting smacked by a football from behind.” rin mutters as he sits beside you. he gives you a glance, shaking his head like a disappointed mother nagging her child. “why don't you be upfront with him.”

not a suggestion. a demand.

how typical of rin.

“dude you know i can't be upfront with him!” you smack your cheeks with both your palms, itoshi rin judging you pretty evidently in the corner of your eyes with his teal eyes reeling in disgust. “you know how it went the very first time...”

“maybe you should try again... keep your idiotic commentary to yourself and just get to the point.” he tells you. “ever tried doing that?”

why of course he'd know exactly what happened. he was there, present and drowning in secondhand embarrassment from you after you've spewed whatever nonsense about your profound crush on another football player who plays midfield in a european team who's already thriving at the ripe age of 19. even rin can remember the wince that fell on isagi’s face as you continued blabbering in front of him like a madwoman.

you shake your head, fiddling with the loose fabric on your uniform skirt and rin scoffs. of course you haven't. the very first things to leave your mouth every time you approach isagi was anything but vocal implications of your feelings for him. your chances of dating isagi was nearly close to nothing.

“but riiiiiiiin...” rin rolls his eyes as you clamp your hands around his biceps, shaking the male sideways with a whine. “i get so nervous whenever i’m around him.”

“that’s because you're stupid and lame. just like the guy you're crushing on.”

ouch.

you smack his arms, pushing him away from you with a huff. “that’s rude rinrin.”

he glares at you. “call me that one more time and kiss your chances of freely trespassing our training hours goodbye.”

“would you rather me call you rinnie then?” you pinch your chin, a pondering look in your face. “you hated it when i called you that when we were kids.”

“don’t call me stupid names, you stupid girl.”

“but what's the fun in that!? you're literally revoking my nicknaming privileges as your best friend and childhood bestest best friend after all the years we've spent together from diapers toㅡ”

rin stands up before he walks away, but not before throwing another remark about you.

“shut up and don't talk to me until you've fixed your boy problems.” you huff at your spot.

“he loves me... he loves me not... he loves me... he... loves me... not!?!? ” you harshly throw the crumpled flower on the ground, going for extra mile and stumping on it with both feet.

besides the unfortunate approach to your boy problems, it seems that even a simple game of he loves me, he loves me not flower petal picking game was a major bust just like the outcome of your valiant efforts of wooing isagi yoichi awayㅡwell, not necessarily valiant considering you chicken out when vocalizing anything near as a confession but whatever, you don't want to dwell on that. instead, you gave the innocent flower one more stamp before turning to walk away.

only for you to realize that half of the entire football team with isagi was filing out of the school gates while you're busy murdering the flowers that now laid flat and unrecognizable on the sole of your feet.

you shot them a smile bordering grimace before waving a hand. “uh... hi?”

“did the pansies do something to you... or...?” reo asks, glancing the mangled pansy flower beneath your feet and sounding genuinely worried for your well-being, except for the shaking of his lips that told you he was trying to hold his laughter. “you look rather enraged...”

you shake your head promptly, ignoring the exasperated look on rin’s face from behind the guys when isagi spoke to you next.

“y/n... are you okay?” he hesitantly asks as he steps out behind bachira and chigiri’s back. “you look uhm... pretty upset back there...”

oh you were more than upset alright.

you heave a deep breath in, and you see your childhood bestest best friend itoshi rin leave the group but not before shaking his head before the others followed right after him and leaving you and an unaware isagi behind, already wary of the next incoming foolish gabber that's ready to flow out of your mouth.

and boy did it come in a tidal wave.

“yeah no i just uh you know the flower didn't do anything wrong but i kind of just played that game where you pick each petal and say he loves me he loves me not each time you pick a petal while i'm waiting for you guys to leave the pitch because i fear that rinrinㅡoh no i can't call him that please don't tell him i called him thatㅡwill revoke my license of free pass to your training hours and i won't be able to see you guys play especially you and yeah uh about the flower i was just a little bit cuckoo in the head because you know hahaha it landed on he loves me not and i don't think i can handle any more of that insinuation that i won't ever have a chance with you that's why i kinda murdered it even though i didn't really mean to-”

you chuckle uneasily, slapping a hand in the air. “haha yes no uh no but yeah but you know i think no but i do kind of have a small tini tiny crush on you so yeah i think i noㅡyes or no.”

“chance with.... me?” immediately, you stop your blabber catching the mistake on your part. automatically, you zip your mouth. “you-you like me?” isagi points to himself, as if he can't believe whatever gibberish you just vomited out.

“breathe... and tell me honestly, do you like me?”

by the end of yet another foolish mutterings was isagi’s dumbfounded look. he can't understand if you really do like him or not because honestly, who would even confirm someone's feelings when said someone confirmed it in the way you did. so isagi did something he never thought he'd doㅡnot in this afternoon at least. he holds your cheeks, squishing them together in a pout that seemed to have calmed you down, or something... because you were definitely turning redder by each passing minute.

“yes!” you squeak, closing your eyes from the impending rejection that hang in the air. only it never came. instead, isagi lets go of your cheeks, chuckling at the heat that creeped into your skin before patting your head and fixing the messy strands of your hair.

“good because i like you too... i’m just glad that rin and the others didn't tell you anything...”

you open your mouth to say something, anything to divert your shock, embarrassment, joy and giddiness only to realize a very crucial piece of information from isagi’s words.

“wait... they knew you liked me and me like you-”

isagi clamps a palm of his over your mouth, chuckling as you proceeded to prattle behind his hand before he smoothly maneuvers himself beside you, the hand that was enclosed over your lips remained loosely hooked over your shoulders before he drags you away.

“okay you can stop trashing them now... let's just get you your favorite ice cream or something then talk. we definitely have a lot of things to catch on.”

a/n: hi, it's me. i’m the one crushing on jude bellingham, it's me ✌🏻😋

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Avatar Modern au | High School edition (Sully kids + Spider)

A/N: The ages and grades are just based off me. Also all these head cannons are either based off of common high school experiences, my high school experience, or things that happened at my high school. This is my first time tryna write like actual Headcanons. If these are received well I’ll make more. I’ll a tag list too if needed.

Lo’ak

He’s 14 so he would be a freshman(9th grade)

Had a xxxtention Bart simpson phase In 6th grade

Thinks he’s on that popular loner shit

Hangs out with the sophomores and juniors because of Neteyam and spider

Yk his lanky ass on the basketball team

B student cuz he gotta keep them grades up to play sports

His dramatic ass is definitely in theater

Tried skipping with aonung once and neytiri beat his ass

You can’t tell me him and tsireya ain’t the power couple of the school

He always getting caught with that damn phone

Vaped once and nearly chocked to death

Annoys the hell out of kiri

“Ay ain’t you teyam’s lil brother”

Neteyam

15 so he’s a sophomore(10th grade)

Actually on that popular loner shit

Man’s the school heartthrob

All them girls want him

And he’s oblivious TO ALL OF IT

Always having to deal with lo’aks bull shit

Effortlessly has all A’s

Probably in ROTC to make Jake happy

All the teachers love him

Takes honors science and math like a psycho

Probably dose track and archery

Voted class best boy

Somehow ending up carrying all his siblings snacks

Kiri

14 so she’s a freshman

Pretends her family (especially lo’ak) doesn’t exist

Always has her AirPods in

She be listening to them unsolved mystery YouTubers on her chromebook while she works

Skips with spider and never gets caught

A, B student

She sells homemade shit and crystal to the other girlies

Will ignore tf out of you

In fundamentals of health science and psychology

Dose not and will not take the time out of her day to mess with no boy

Everyone thinks she dating spider

Spider

16 so he’s a junior (11th grade)

People thinks he a stoner, he’s just tired

Grades all over the place one minute he’s a straight A student next he’s failing

Probably did wrestling one year

Rebound popularity from hanging with with spider

He got norm to hack his chrome book so everything’s unblocked

He’s the only one who can drive so he has to drive everyone around

Never gets caught skipping

Dose Percussion in band but plays guitar as a hobby

Probably accidentally called his favorite teacher mom once

He cried

Can’t tell me he hasn’t had a mental breakdown over some kind of school work

Surprisingly good at science

Like he’s in AP Chemistry

The girls at school like his mommy issues, daddy issues, and long hair

@hyperfixatedfandomer sorry I keep tagging you in shit 😭

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

Gamer Girly - part 1

modern AU • suguru geto x reader

reader, geto, & friends are all the same age around 20 in 2017 or so 

You found yourself getting into video games once you got to college. You got a boyfriend your freshman year shortly after getting to school and not adjusting to the distance from home. He wouldn’t stop bothering you about one date so you finally gave in, and ended up sort of liking how nerdy and clingy he was. He stayed in the dorms a lot, playing a wide variety of video games and you weren’t looking to go meet people by yourself, so you just stayed with him. You learned some things and on the rare occasion - he’d let you play. Mostly concerned about you messing up his progress, he let you try games like Fortnite, Fall Guys, Lego Star Wars, Fallout, and GTA.

Once sophomore year came around you had made a good amount of friends on campus and joined a few clubs. One of them being the e-sports club, but your boyfriend insisted he didn’t want to be in a club or be friends with “those type of people.” Being a decently attractive girl, you turned quite a few heads as you became well acquainted with the members of the club. You sat by a girl named Utahime who seemed nice enough and you chatted about types of games you like. 

A lot of the meeting was people talking about their scores and goals, their Twitch and Discord content and throwing out their usernames to try to get a few more follows. As a relatively new gamer, you hadn’t previously used Twitch or Discord, but you had watched a few streams on tiktok and YouTube. You decided to download the apps on your phone and check them out when you got home. 

As you walk into your boyfriends apartment after the meeting, you know he has his headset on and can’t hear you coming from where he is in his bedroom. You always were wary of this because of course you don’t want to scare him, but this time his tone seems different. 

“Yeah man, she’s just changed. She’s trying so hard to be someone she’s not and wants to be the most popular girl on campus or some shit,” he groans to his friends and you can sense him rolling his eyes. You still near the door of his room to see who he is talking about and if he’ll spill more. 

“No, Toji, I’m telling you she changed. She’s started drinking and trying to be girly. She got her nails painted pink and bought one of those annoying-ass pink cat ear headsets for her setup.”

Your jaw drops, looking down at your manicures bubblegum pink nails that you splurged on for some self care the week before classes started. He’s complaining to his deadbeat friend Toji about you. You still try to give him the benefit of the doubt and continue to listen while pulling out your phone and starting a video so you have evidence of him saying this. 

“Man, I’m just saying that I don’t think she’s worth being tied down to anymore. Yeah her head is amazing but I can only handle so much. I’m sure she’s throwing herself at other guys in-between classes anyways.”

Your eyes start to water. You’ve been dating for 9 months and this is how he feels about you? Sure, you didn’t think you would get married, but you at least didn’t think he’d objectify and talk about you behind your back. 

You leave his spare key on the counter and walk out the door with a slam, not caring if he heard or not. Ending the video and wiping your eyes you start the walk back to your apartment a few blocks away. As you’re passing your favorite coffee shop/bakery you see Utahime walk out, with a fruity pink drink that looks refreshing. 

She says “hey y/n!” before she sees your slightly puffy eyes and distraught demeanor. You give the usual “white person smile” as you would to a stranger making unusually long eye contact in the grocery store before looking back down at your feet. She jogs a little to catch up to you and asks if you have plans for the evening, not wanting to pry into your personal matters (for now) as she just met you tonight. 

“I was just on my way back to my apartment, I was going to check out some Twitch streams I think seeing as everyone in the club meeting was talking about it,” you say trying to fake a good attitude the best you can. 

“Would you be interested in coming over to my place to do that? I think I may have a little more experience than you and I’d be happy to show you some of my favorite streamers!” Utahime grins and you have a hard time saying no, as you need to make some more friends to fill up the time your soon-to-be ex had taken up in your life. 

“Sure, I can swing by my place and grab some wine if you’re interested,” you respond with a slight grin, eyebrows raised. 

You and Utahime walk for a few minutes, realizing you live in the same building just a few floors apart from each other so you had never met. You grab your laptop, two bottles of wine, and your vape from your apartment before you head over to hers. Not before you take a moment to rip 2 photos of you and your boyfriend off the fridge.

“Pink or white?” You ask Utahime. 

“Hmmm, whatever you don’t want,” she smiles back as you both settle on to her couch with her holding two wine glasses. 

You glance down to the cheap bottles, the best you can get since you’re only 19. You hand her the rosé and opt to keep the Sauvignon Blanc for yourself. Ignoring the wine glass she set for you on the coffee table, you crack the screw top open and take a swig from the bottle. 

She puts on an adult animated tv show on in the background and starts to show you her twitch, discord, and steam profiles. You notice you have a similar liking for games and she adds you as a friend on pretty much every social media and gaming platform. Her bubbly chatter takes your mind off your shitty boyfriend and so does the half of bottle of wine you’ve drank. 

She helps you create your discord and twitch, making your username the same as your gamer tag already “sillygoose69”. Yeah sure, it’s a little immature but you’re not the most creative and wanted to be a little funny. Utahime gets a notification on her phone and gasps, “oh my god, my favorite streamer just got one we have to watch. I’m sorry but he’s just so beautiful.”

She opens up her own computer and logs in to show a beautiful man that is just starting up his stream and getting situated. He has a man bun with a little piece of bang sticking out. (you haven’t really seen a man wear his hair like that but hell, it’s working for him) he’s scanning the chat saying good evening and has the most adorable smile and silky voice. 

Utahime’s voice snaps you out of your infatuation with the man and says “I know right?!” Realizing you blushed over a random ass man you giggle and say “Wow he’s like perfect?!”

“Just wait till you see his gaming, dear lord,” she groans. 

“I’m just waiting for Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami to join the party and then were going to play some no builds.” The man says, whose username is “cursed_monkey_420”. You smirk at the thought of someone else having a hard time creating their gamer tag. 

You log in and give him your first follow on Twitch and join his discord. Adding a cute profile picture of you holding up a piece sign from a beach trip over the summer, thinking ‘could he possibly notice me?’. 

You can’t help but be a little crazy, you haven’t seen a guy like him around but maybe that’s because your deadbeat boyfriend was holding you back. 

You take the last few swigs of your bottle of wine and look at Utahime. 

“After the meeting this afternoon I accidentally walked in on my boyfriend talking shit about me.”

Her jaw drops at how casually you say it, refilling her wine glass so she just had emptied her bottle as well. “Fuck him,” she says and then hits your vape. 

You nod, “I took a video as evidence, left his key on his kitchen counter, and am thinking about just blocking him on everything and ghosting him.” You say smugly wondering if that is too psychotic. 

You hear the stream in the background still warming up as @ cursed_monkey_420 says “thank you for the follow sillygoose69! Nice username,” and he snickers, you can’t tell if that was sarcasm or not. 

Utahime raises her eyebrows at you and shrugs. “I’m not one to give relationship advice but it seems like you’re handling it well so maybe you should just ghost him.” 

You check your phone notifications for the first time since arriving at her house and see a missed call from your now ex and a text saying “do we need to talk?” 

You text back, “no we don’t need to talk ever again. thank you for wasting 9 months of mine, I hope the head was worth it.”

You hit send grimacing at his words from earlier and take a screenshot of the chat, then proceeding to block his phone number, Snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook. 

“You good?” Utahime questions as you’ve been silently on your phone for a few minutes looking pretty devious. You show her the texts and him being blocked and she throws her head back with a laugh. 

At this point the so called Nanami, Shoko, and Gojo have joined the stream and they load into their squad fortnite game. 

They’re pretty good but more than anything, they are absolutely hilarious. The type of people you’d love to spend an evening with. They call the original host of the stream “Geto” and engage with the chat while getting a battle royale win. The girl, Shoko, is probably the best of the 4 with Nanami definitely not wanting to be a part of this but somehow got dragged along. It seems like Gojo may be the ringleader of sorts but Geto is the most sincere, friendly, mild tempered. You look him up on Instagram and give him a follow there as well, just to see his pretty face some more. You doubt he’d notice, with over 15,000 followers. 

You notice yourself yawning and start packing up your things, drunk Utahime stalking all Geto’s accounts and sprawled on the couch. “I’ll see you around soon?” You ask her. She nods, “yes! Do you wanna get lunch this weekend?” You look back as you open the door, “sure! Just text me.”

— 

A/N: time skip : about 9 months, the summer between sophomore and junior year

reader is about 4 months from turning 21. 

In the past school year, a lot has happened.

Well hindsight not that much but it has felt like it! You starting tuning into Geto’s streams every evening, even buying a tshirt from his merch collection. Utahime started dating a guy from the esports club who really is a great guy but meant she couldn’t obsess over Geto anymore. The less the merrier?? 

You dyed part of your hair pink, started smoking a bit of weed in your free time, and mostly played video games with Utahime and her boyfriend Haibara.  You three got really good and entered some local competitions and did really well. 

Since you didn’t have school to focus on, you were a lot more active on discord and in Geto’s fan community. On a late night stream he said he was looking for a moderator now that he’s getting bigger in the community and that there was a way to apply through his page. You texted Utahime, who you knew was watching. 

 ‘do you think I should do it?’

‘girl if you don’t I won’t forgive you.’ 

‘fine. starting it now. can I list you as a reference?? lol jk’

‘Haibara said maybe you’ll be able to have your own streaming channel if you get good’

You stare at your phone screen with your nose turned up. ‘I don’t want to be a streamer, do you see how the men objectify Shoko?’ 

‘ah yes. because being objectified is worse than making shit tons of money.’

You leave Utahime on read after that last text and work on the application not really taking it seriously. 

About a week later you get a notification saying, “cursed_monkey_420 has sent you a message” 

Your eyes just about pop out of your head and you send Utahime a screenshot of your Lock Screen. 

‘Hi sillygoose (: I reviewed your moderator application and would love to chat if you have some time!’

‘omg hi! that’s awesome, feel free to text me if that works best for you? - y/n xxx-xxx-xxxx’

You set your phone down expecting to get a text eventually as you clean your kitchen when your phone starts vibrating from a phone number you don’t have saved. It’s a local area code to your college so you figure you should answer it anyways. 

“Hello?” You answer in a sing songy voice 

“Hi, is this y/n?” You instantly recognize his voice and nearly drop your phone. 

“Yeah- yeah, It’s me!” Trying best to keep some composure you sit on your couch holding the phone. 

“Hey, it’s so nice to speak with you. I received your application and well I must say I’m a little surprised someone like you would be interested.”

You pause for a second, confused, “why would someone like me not be interested?”

“Because you seem so normal and not the gaming type,” he says pretty matter of factly. 

You scoff, “please, I’ve watched your streams like every day for the past 9 months.” Suddenly realizing how embarrassing that sounds your cheeks turn red but nobody is there to see them. 

“Oh I know.”

“You know…?”

“Of course, I thought your username was cute and just happened to remember it. And you like all of my Instagram posts.” His voice is so smooth, he is just so painfully attractive and smooth. Meanwhile, you couldn’t flirt if your life depended on it and are mortified by his awareness. 

“Oh yeah that’s me,” you awkwardly chuckle trying to stay calm. 

“Listen, I think you’d be great for this role, would you want to have a private zoom meeting with me to go over everything?”

“I would love that,” you say probably too eagerly, and he lets out what sounds like a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll text you my availability and you let me know what works for you,” he says and you think you hear Gojo in the background screaming about ice cream or something.

“That sounds great!”

“Thank you y/n, I’ll talk with you soon.” 

Oh my god. He said your name. Your first name. It sounded like sweet silky honey and sent shivers down your spine. Did you just get horny from a two minute phone call?

-

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ty for reading, reblogs appreciated 💜

[heranubis]

another gift for @cyarebunnies 💙 i'v been made aware some people are unsure about reading/writing fics about braiding charles hair - so as a native myself i'v decided to indulge you all. every tribe is different - we are not a monolith - so i am only speaking for my own teachings. please enjoy.

hair braiding has always been something you enjoyed. mary-beth often approaching and shyly asking if you could help her redo a style that had fallen loose throughout the night. or even miss grimshaw when dutch drove the poor woman nearly mad with his shenanigans. hell, even big ol' arthur let you mess with his hair if you'd let him use you as a pillow for his naps.

but there was one person you'd been too shy to ask - charles smith. the man was far from mean, often making sure you'd get a bowl of whatever pearson had slapped together before anyone else (read: sean, dutch, or micah) got theirs. you'd once mentioned in passing that you enjoyed river stones and on every fishing trip he took with arthur, he'd bring you back a handful. some nights, when you were the only ones left by the campire, he'd tell you stories his mama had taught him - those were your favorite times.

you noticed he'd usually keep small bits of his hair up in braids; small, almost unoticable little things they were. but you noticed, you noticed the different beads and feathers and even the ways he would tie those little braids up to look like a sort of crown. and finally, hiding from a rainstorm under the tent he shared with javier, you finally asked if you could braid his hair. javier had stopped strumming his guitar and looked at you from the corner of his eye, watching and waiting (as you assumed the rest of the gang to be as well).

charles had a thoughtful look on his face, much like dutch described his book of philosophers to sport, and he looked at you kindly with a gentle smile on his lips. "braiding hair is something important and personal to me - but i would like to share that experience with you. was starting to wonder if i'd have to offer it up to you." you gave a huff and playful smile of your own as he undid the few braids he had and moved to lay his head in your lap.

javier began strumming again and distantly you could hear arthur replying in kind with his harmonica. it was almost like your own personal heaven - the sound of the rain providing a steady rhythem as camp life dwindled down into a lullaby. and its one your fingers move to - its just a simple three plaite but you still listen intently as charles begins explaining why hair braiding is so personal to him.

it's something done by someone you trust - hair is connected to your soul, to your ancestors. you take care of it; and them. you must think good thoughts as it will tie the intentions into the braid - you wish someone you love well, you wish them strength and courage. you wish them something gentle. these are all things you think as you braid his hair. you wish him health and clarity, to never stray from his path and always be the kind man you know him as.

he falls asleep, his head in your lap and hair in his hands. javier whispers a joke you don't catch over the storm, and distantly johns laugh echoes through the air. you love braiding hair - its something soothing and an action of intimacy not easily replicated - but with charles, its different.

when you braid charles' smiths hair - its like youre touching his soul. you sew love and warmth and peace into every strand as they fall into place. you wish that he never loses the joy hidden in those dark eyes of his, that his laugh will always be strong and hearty. when you braid charles' smiths hair - you have his soul in your hands.