#if i were him i'd be on my phone looking at people's reactions all day. 100%

[theophagie-remade]

Horikoshi scrolling through his socials when ep.9 Bakugou Katsuki: Rising will come out

[ghostiiess]

“you’re my red string”

synopsis: because ni-ki called you ‘bro’, you decided to tease him back with a silent treatment.

warnings: petnames (babe and baby), mention of kisses on the cheek and on your hand, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: fluff (ni-ki’s imagines will always be sfw!!)

wc: around 1k

member: ni-ki from enhypen x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used to describe y/n)

reblogs and likes are really appreciated! not too sure about the end, but lmk if you liked it :D

english's not my main tongue. sorry if i made any mistakes!

permanent taglist: @nsb-rkive @firebenderwolf @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

It's been about three hours since your boyfriend jokingly called you “bro”. He knew you didn't really like the nickname, but he liked teasing you. For him, seeing your cute reaction and your smile was probably the highlights of his day. That's probably one of the many reasons why he deliberately teased you…

You weren't exactly the kind of person who would use the silent treatment to get what you wanted, but you were curious to see his reaction. After all, you also liked to see him smile.

- I'm home! he exclaimed.

You smiled a little, then waited. This was going to be fun.

Not hearing your voice, Ni-Ki repeated the sentence he had just spoken:

- Babe? Are you there?

Your boyfriend and you shared an apartment, and let's just say that the times he uttered the phrase "I'm home" were pretty rare... He always came home late because of his hard work, and he had a lot of practice. It wasn't part of your ritual not to greet him when you were both in the apartment. The rare moments you had together that weren't during the night when you were asleep, you usually played video games with him and listened to him talk about his upcoming concerts and projects with his music group.

Still not hearing you, you could hear a sigh from him. He knew you were there: your shoes were in the hall. You heard him walk from the front door to the living room, where he found you on your phone, no headphones, no videos playing in the background, your ears perfectly tuned to hear him greet you a few minutes earlier.

- Hi.

You didn't even look at him.

- Are you deaf? he laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. I was waiting for your hug...

Whenever he came home, you always put your arms around Ni-Ki's shoulders. You knew he didn't like that kind of attention from people he didn't know very well, but from you? He loved it. He loved the gentle attention you gave him, the loving names you called him, the cuddling time he spent with you... He loved it, but he would never dare to say it to your face.

- Are you okay? Do you sleep with your eyes open now?

You moved to let him know you weren't sleeping, to let him know what you were doing: a silent treatment.

- Oh, I see what you're doing, Y/N...

He gave you a faint smile.

- It's because I called you bro, isn't it?

You didn't answer, which confirmed that he was right.

- You know I said that just to tease you, right? I didn't mean it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're my best bro.

You obviously didn't answer.

- So you won't talk? All right, then I'll have to make you talk.

Without letting you react, Ni-Ki took your hand and gave it a simple kiss, hoping it would work.

- Do you want to talk now?

Seeing your resistance, your boyfriend approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small smile:

- No reaction? That's strange, you always smile when I kiss your cheek...

Sighing, he rested on the back of the sofa.

- It's not easy to make you talk...

Then he had an idea.

- If I can't make you react physically, I'll make you react verbally.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it: he was way too cute.

- I'll tell you what I like about you, and I'll stop when you're tired of me.

He cleared his throat, then began:

- First of all, I love your eyes. I could get lost in them for years and never get tired of it.

Hoping you would answer, he sighed. He missed you, your words, your affection.

- Second, I love your hands. They're so soft…, he added, taking one of your hands and kissing the top of it.

He crossed his fingers with yours and gave you a small smile.

- I love your smile. You always light up the room with yours and every time you smile I think it couldn't be more beautiful, but I'm wrong every time.

You had to bite your lips to hide your smile. You knew you weren't subtle, but you couldn't control your desire to smile.

- Is that a smile I see? Does that mean I can live with a real person again and not a statue? he laughed.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued:

- Should I continue?

Still without an answer, Ni-Ki took the opportunity to continue.

- I like your personality. Actually, I don't think the word "like" is strong enough. I love your personality... You're probably one of the people who means the most to me. You always greet me with a smile on your face and you are always understanding about my schedule and my practices.

While playing with your fingers, he went on:

- You're always there for me, trying to make me smile and feel good, and I really appreciate that.

Your lips hurt. You couldn't stop smiling. You tried to hide it, but it was no use: Ni-Ki would always manage to make you smile.

He sighed:

- And I want you to know that even if you're giving me the silent treatment, I will always love you. Even if I don't show it sometimes, I appreciate you and you're one of the people I care about most.

Seeing your smile gradually spreading, he added:

- And if I may say so, I think you're my red string... I don't really believe in signs and myths or anything like that, but I think this is true. At least I think it is for us.

The Japanese myth of the red string: the one you were passionate about. Ni-Ki and you thought it was cute to know that everyone had a string around them that was attached to someone else.

You couldn't go on any longer. You smiled and put your hands in front of your face.

- I can't go on, you're too cute!

He chuckled slightly:

- You're just obsessed with me, admit it.

- Keep telling yourself that.

He smiled, then kissed you gently on the lip before letting you speak:

- Did you mean any of those things?

He rolled his eyes, then smiled.

- Of course, I did, you silly.

[miniimight]

ur dad!sukuna has me on a chokehold and i don't even like that man

lol same, it really came outta nowhere. woke up one day and decided to make him a soft girl dad :(

loosely inspired by this

sukuna had never understood the need to celebrate holidays with family, much less getting together for no reason. and yet, here he was at your grandparents' house in the middle of the school year.

there were a bunch of kids, from toddlers like your daughter to the teenagers of family friends. sukuna made sure you handled all the pleasantries, save the occasional polite nod. he was convinced the only kid worth entertaining was his baby girl, who clung to him as she tried to adjust to the new environment.

she was quieter than usual, and he observed her as she pulled at her lip, turning her head into his neck when unknown relatives crowded you to congratulate you on your little family.

you and sukuna found a corner to hole up in, talking to each other while you sampled all the drinks and food at the party. soon, your daughter grew restless, wanting to go play with other kids.

sukuna watched her with deadly precision as she and the other kids brought out toy cars and dolls, driving them around on the city rug below their feet.

he had crossed his arms, only for you to wiggle your hand into the crease of his elbow seconds later. eyes still on his daughter, he leaned his head down a bit to show he was listening.

"i thought you'd enjoy the free drinks." you said.

he snorted. "i'd enjoy my bed right about now."

you swat his bicep with your free hand before hugging into his side. "at least baby's having fun."

he just hummed in response. "she's gonna want one of those stupid rugs."

you roll your eyes. "you know she'll forget about it by tomorrow morning."

his lips pulled up. she would. and he'd still get it for her.

soon, gifts for the kids were being exchanged. why? just for existing, apparently. you left sukuna's side to capture your daughter's reaction on camera.

your baby glanced at you as she was presented with the gift bag.

"go 'head, baby." you nod, and she ripped the tissue paper to shreds before reaching her whole arm into the bag. she pulled out a tiara, studded with gems and painted gold, along with a fluffy dress.

an immediate chorus of awwws echoed around the room as she held up her loot. she raised the tiara over her head, but didn't manage to get it to sit right.

"help." she chirped, waddling over and holding the tiara to you in her outstretched hand. "mama."

sukuna's heart squeezed at the sight, gaze following you as you retreated to the bathroom to help her change into her costume.

a few minutes later, you emerged, setting her next to your grandparents.

another wave of awws made sukuna's head lift from his phone. always watching, he noticed how his kid's wide eyes darted from unknown face to unfamiliar face. her chin tucked down, her chubby neck doubling up as her bottom lip pushed out into a pout.

he'd know that look from a mile away. he stood a little straighter, frowning.

at that point, your mommy senses tingled, pulling yourself from the conversation you were wrapped up in. "aw, honey, no..." you cooed, stooping to her level and trying to catch her eye.

she whined, pushing off the couch and shrinking under the crowd of people, wringing the hem of her dress as she walked through the crowd.

her eyes were scanning the room, looking up at every adult and getting closer to tears when she saw they weren't the one she was looking for.

eventually she broke into the kitchen area, locking eyes with her father and barreling towards him. sukuna crouched down, his arms spread to catch her.

as soon as she gripped him, he lifted off. "hey, kid. rough night, huh?"

she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arms hugging the expanse of his shoulders. he nodded and rubbed her back. "me too."

she raised her head abruptly and touched her tiara. her eyes so serious, as if she'd base her own feelings about her new stuff on how much her father liked it.

"yes, i see it. very pretty." he placed her onto the kitchen counter, smoothing the crinkled mess of her dress. his tone could be perceived as dry or near-monotonous, but his intention was the complete opposite. "my, my, were you ever going to tell us we were living with a princess?"

a toothy grin spread on her face, and sukuna was blown away yet again by the way he was able to make someone so genuinely happy.

"look." she started twirling around.

sukuna shook his head with a low chuckle. her spin was anything but graceful. he applauded her showcase, his back shielding them both from the noise surrounding them. a little bubble just for them <3

your hand rested on his back, signaling your approach. sukuna lifted his arm, resting it on your waist when you stood at his side.

you frowned as you studied your little girl. "you feeling okay, baby?"

she poked her tongue out.

"i'll take that as a yes." you kissed her cheek. "wanna get outta here?" you ask your husband.

"fuck yes." he grumbled, immediately slinging the baby bag over his shoulder and grabbing your daughter. you three were out the door in the next minute.

your toddler started screaming at the burger king y'all were passing on the way home. you gave sukuna a look, silently warning him not to do anything illegal in order to appease her request. as usual, he soothed you with a squeeze of the hand, pulling a jerky, very illegal u-turn across oncoming traffic into the burger king lot.

you sighed, your daughter giggling happily as the car came to a stop.

after you got your food, she placed the crown she got on her father's head. "princess." she said.

"oh?" you side glanced your husband, his glare unsuccessful in deterring you from snickering. you encourage your daughter, "yes, baby, isn't he the prettiest?"

"no." she looked at her father in disgust. "me."

"oh, my apologies. you are so right."

sukuna scoffed. "where'd you think you got your looks from, silly girl?" he crossed his arms, leaning back in the booth. he made no move to take off the cardboard crown, though.

you gave him a look. "i helped too??"

he grinned deviously and pulled you into his side, squeezing your hips. "don't kid yourself, doll. you didn't even try."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[woso-dreamzzz]

Allergies II

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: You have another allergic reaction

In all honesty, you didn't really think it was that serious.

Nutrition meetings at Barcelona were a lot more in depth than what you were used to at Arsenal. They took ages and were full of information that would probably be interesting if you actually cared but, alas, nutrition had never been as interesting to you as other subjects so you tended to just zone out.

You were handed a new smoothie with some kind of new protein powder in or something you would have known if you actually listened.

You drank it.

That's when things start to get weird.

The nutritionist continues to drone on and you frown, scratching at your neck.

You stare down at your bottle for a moment as your throat goes all scratchy and intense.

You force yourself to swallow before glancing around.

Your throat gets a bit tighter.

No one else seems to be having such a reaction so you unscrew the top of your bottle to peer inside. You sniff the mixture before standing up.

You can feel people watch as you make your way over to the first aid kit at the front of the room. Your throat has fully closed up now and you know that you're turning alarmingly red and probably breaking out in hives.

Honestly, you feel a little bit shocked how you're even conscious right now but you grab your epipen and stab it into your leg.

"Banana," You say plainly," I can't eat that."

Even with the adrenaline now pumping through your system, you slide your way down the wall to sit on the floor, breathing in deeply.

The room erupts into chaos the moment you sit down.

The medical staff come in to check your blood pressure and your throat and the expiration date of your epipen. The nutritionist leading the session is going absolutely ballistic yelling at one of her assistants for not checking the allergy sheets before making and handing out the smoothies.

Talia looks close to tears as she forces her way towards you, practically shoving some of the medics away. "Are you okay? Is it bad? Do I need to call your mums?"

"No! Don't call my-"

Talia's already gone out into the hall, phone pressed up against her ear.

You wonder which one of your mothers she has in her contacts.

Surely not Morsa because she's still in that stage where she's pretending to hate your girlfriend but you can't remember your Momma and Talia interacting enough to have swapped numbers and you know for certain that you weren't one to hand out people's numbers without explicit permission.

As the medics fuss and the nutritionist yells, the team also gather around to check that you're alright but you just give them a gallant shrug.

"I'm fine," You say," The epipen did its work."

"I think I'd prefer if you take the day off," The head of the medical team says," Just to be safe. You can come back tomorrow."

You know better than to argue with him so you just nod with a little sigh of annoyance.

"I can take her home," Talia says as she re-enters the room," I've got her."

"I can take a taxi home," You insist.

You and Talia drive in together so only one car is used. If you go home in that car now then she'll have to get a taxi in the middle of rush hour.

"I'll take you home," Talia says," Coach can spare me at training today. Someone's got to make sure you actually follow medical advice."

You roll your eyes. "I swear you've been hanging out with my Momma behind my back." You take the hand she offers to help you stand. "You sound just like her."

You end up back home fairly quickly, curled up on the sofa and practically forced to take a nap.

Prins joins you, curled up in the bend of your knee. Reina settles on the top of the sofa behind your head, completely stretched out and at ease with herself while Kung manages to wiggle himself between your arms to nap there.

You don't know how long you nap for but it must be a while because the sun is setting when you wake up and you can smell Talia cooking up your favourite pasta dish in the world.

You sit up.

You've definitely been sleeping for a while because Reina has migrated to her cat tree, poking her head out of the cave to watch Kung bounce around the floor in outrage at not being allowed up there with her.

Prins has taken Kung's place between your arms and his tongue rolls out of his mouth in a semblance of a dopey smile when he notices you awake, his tail beginning to wag happily.

"Hi, little man," You say, gently scratching between his ears," Did you keep me company?"

Prins' tail wags even more fiercely than before.

"Didn't want to leave your side."

You jolt, shrieking and Prins whines a little.

"Morsa! What are you doing here?!"

"Talia called your Momma," Morsa says, tucking the blanket more firmly around your body," Your allergies acted up."

"I dealt with it," You insist," You didn't have to fly out."

"Yes, we did," Morsa replies," Because if we waited for you to tell us, it would take weeks!"

You puff out your cheeks. "I wouldn't want to worry you over something so silly."

"Are you calling your allergies silly again?" Momma says. She enters with two plates worth of food and you sit up.

Prins leaps down to wander over to his own dog bed. Seeing him lying there, Kung wanders over, jumping up onto Prins' back to finish napping there as Reina ducks her head back into her cave.

"No, Momma," You mumble, accepting your food as Morsa takes a seat on the armchair and Momma to the left of you, leaving an empty space for Talia, who also brings out food for herself and Morsa before taking her own seat.

"Are you feeling better, mi vida?" She asks," You look better."

You nod. "I feel fine. My leg aches a little but that's expected."

"We'll put an icepack on it once we've finished eating. Prins was very worried about you."

Prins raises his head at the mention of his name, tail wagging.

"He's good boy."

Morsa grins from across the room. "I knew getting you a dog was a good idea."

Momma scoffs. "You told me that we should have gotten her a fish."

Morsa coughs to clear her throat and mumbles," Don't lie, Pernille."

"You wanted to get me a fish?" You laugh in disbelief," And you say Rocky is the most disappointing pet in the world."

"Are you really saying your pet rock is more exciting than a fish?"

"Am I?" You pretend to think for a moment. "Yes. Yes, I am."

[ozzgin]

Hello!

🌟 here again! I'm here with another request for our lovely bodyguard yandere.

Have you ever seen videos of fans jumping up onto stages with kpop idols? Then get carried away by security behind stage?

I'd love to see how our lovely violent baby girl would react to not being able to react with immediate violence as a reaction given all the eyes and cameras on him. Would he be stone faced just carrying the stage crasher by the collar like a cat? Or would he be dragging him by the legs into hell?

The reactions of fans to the bodyguard would be interesting too, I could see Reader being jealous over people thirsting over bodyguard on Twitter or something lol. Or bodyguard confused on why people would say stuff like "he could snap my back like a twig and I'd say thank you" about him.

Hope you are taking care, and I have my fingers crossed to hear from you eventually

Sincerely

-🌟

Long overdue and I'm terribly sorry about that! I had the ideas for a while now, but I could never find the proper words to assemble everything. ;-;

Yandere! Bodyguard x Idol! Reader (III)

Your bodyguard has gained sudden Internet fame after dealing with a crazed fan on stage. Naturally, he couldn't care less about anyone else, but that doesn't stop you from trying to make him jealous in return. Someone will have to be the sacrificial lamb to his murderous possessiveness.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, violence, death, reader and yandere are both psycho

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

The screen of your phone lights up again and you only need a quick glance to know what it is. Another post about last night’s event. About your bodyguard. You sink your nails into the leather chair and look ahead towards the mirror, exchanging a smile with the hairstylist.

“Oh, it looks lovely! You always do such a great job.” You compliment the woman as you tilt your head both ways, admiring the gentle curls. Now get the fuck out already.

“I’m so glad! Is there anything else you’d like me to-”

“No, that’s all. You can go”, you respond curtly.

The stylist collects her products and waves at you, exiting the room. The phone vibrates once more with a new notification, and you promptly throw it against the door. It scatters in large chunks of scrap across the plush carpet.

The whole ordeal happened within seconds. You were performing the final song of the evening when a fan hurled himself over the security barrier and onto the stage. The people standing at the very front began screaming and some took their phones out, scrambling for a good angle to record everything.

“Please, (Y/N), I’m your biggest fan!” the man pleaded, approaching you with shaking hands.

You froze in place, observing his actions with the same indifference of watching a TV ad that goes on for too long. Before the stranger could even reach your proximity, your bodyguard effortlessly and speedily threw him over the shoulder, giving you a reassuring nod and retreating backstage. He had that smile on his face that signaled he was pissed, and your mouth hung open in realization: You wouldn’t be able to witness the massacre.

You knew that expression all too well. That man would never see the light of day again, and under normal circumstances you would be right behind your bodyguard, cheering him on and suggesting ways to further torment of whoever dared to get too close to you.

And yet, your little ritual had been interrupted. You stood there on the stage, baffled, as the other idols gathered around you with worried looks. You poor thing. That must’ve been terrifying. The audience was shouting words of support, encouraging you to continue as if nothing happened. With pursed lips, you tightened your grip around the microphone and reassured everyone of your well-being. The show had to go on, regardless of your bloodlust.

This morning, you woke up to hundreds of posts online about the incident. Or rather, the way your bodyguard dealt with it. You scrolled through photos, videos, and confessions regarding the mysterious stranger who protected you from harm.

“I need a man like that in my life!”, “I know, right? So cool!”, “Imagine how easily he’d pick you up”, “The broad shoulders! I’m in love <3”

You don’t even have time to be properly upset about it. Your schedule for the day is packed with interviews and photoshoots. You glance in the mirror one final time and exit the room. The bodyguard has been waiting for you, resting against the wall with crossed arms.

“I need a new phone”, you tell him in a casual tone.

“What happened to the previous one?” He inquires, somewhat confused by your sudden request.

“Just do it!” You snap at the large man, rushing past him without providing any window for a reaction.

Ideally, you would very much like to tell him that the sudden influx of attention irritates you beyond comprehension. Then he’d reassure you that his indifference towards everyone else has not changed whatsoever, and thus your worries are entirely unfounded; but, if you need an outlet to release all that stress, he can easily find an empty changing room and service you like he always does.

Unfortunately, there is no time for that.

The bodyguard follows your movements with raised eyebrows, perplexed. What could’ve gotten you into such a sour mood? Has someone caused you to be upset? Are you still pouting after the missed playtime? He ponders the possibilities as he searches for an assistant.

The employee is visibly startled upon hearing his deep voice calling her. She turns obediently and nods, flashing her best customer-facing smile.

“Can you get (Y/N) a new phone?” he asks plainly.

“Huh? Sure…Did she specify any preferences? What was her previous model?”

He stares in confusion.

“…Can’t you guess?” she insists.

“I’m not good with these things.” The bodyguard rummages through his pocket and pulls out an old, cracked device to prove his point. “I don’t use phones much.”

Why would he? The only time he needs a phone is when he’s apart from you, which hasn’t happened since the Christmas incident. He previously considered a more modern option, so he could stalk your social media and make sure you don’t have any perverts sliding into your messages. That proved to be unnecessary, as you frequently leave your phone unattended or involve him in the process: most of your photos posted online nowadays are actually curated by his truly.

“Oh, so you don’t know about the recent craze?” The woman chuckles and takes out her own phone, speedily tapping on the screen before presenting it to the man. “See? You’re trending!”

He scans the multitude of messages. Ah, so that’s what it was. His lips curl into a grin. To think he’d witness his spoiled idol struggle with jealousy.

“That will be it for today!” the photographer announces, gesturing with his hands and guiding his helpers with the expensive equipment.

This was it, the last photoshoot. You unscrew the cap from your water bottle and take a healthy sip from it, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your other hand. The only good part about the continuous work was that you couldn’t check more of those annoying posts drooling over your bodyguard. Remembering it is enough to increase your heartbeat. The male model you were paired with for this campaign walks in your direction.

“Say, do you have anything planned after this?” He questions smugly. “You could come back to my place.”

What a ridiculous idea, you think with a grimace. Does this asshat think he’s worthy of your company? After a second of contemplation, you’re flooded with the same disappointment you felt back on the stage, watching your fan being carried away like a mere piece of cardboard over the much larger frame of your bodyguard. You might just consider the stupid offer. Why not? It’s not fair to be the only one plagued by jealousy.

“Sure. I know a better place, though.”

Your eyes narrow in a bright smile and you lead the young man towards your backstage room. As you pass by your bodyguard, you remember to mention in a low voice: “Make sure no one disturbs us.” He doesn’t answer, merely gazes at you with an empty expression.

“Man, that guy is scary as hell”, the model remarks as he throws himself in your vanity seat. “Are you not afraid to be alone with him?”

“Not really, no”, you respond idly. “You, on the other hand…”

“Excuse me?”

Now then. To set the scene, you gingerly climb into the man’s lap and adjust your arms around his neck. What a frail little human in comparison to your bodyguard. You blush in anticipation and begin counting in your head.

“H-hey, what did you mean-”

The young man is interrupted by someone’s abrupt intrusion. Your bodyguard throws you a quick glance before turning to close the door behind him. Alright, he can’t be too excited. He must pretend he’s furious, baffled, out for the hunt. You went all the way out for him. He even checked his watch to make sure you had enough time. He can’t let his enthusiasm betray him.

You jump out of the model’s hold with a gasp.

“It’s not what you think~!” you exclaim with feigned surprise. “He started flirting with me and I…” Your words trail off and you rub your arm nervously.

The bodyguard approaches the other man with monotonous movements and grabs him by the collar.

“Wait, you can’t possibly…he’s a well-known model!”, you protest with a fake cry.

Sweet little darling. Worry not, he won’t disappoint you. He’ll put on the best show for your sake. Anything to soothe your innocent heart.

“Could be the President himself”, your bodyguard confesses with a dash of theatrics, “and I’d still break his fucking neck for touching you.” He pulls out his pocketknife and looks at you. “I’ll deal with you in a moment, Miss.”

Your knees weaken and you have to rest against the vanity table. Among the screams and pleads for mercy coming from the poor butchered model, you can only focus on one thing: the violent fucking you’re about to receive.

Your bodyguard truly knows you best.

[steviebears]

That's My Girl

SYNOPSIS: Being Steve's ex was not easy, especially now that you are with "freak Eddie". Steve regrets how he treated you and wants you back.

GENRE: angst, fluff

"Max, I haven't been to a party since I broke up with Steve. What if I forget how to... I don't know, be human?" The redhead snorts and rolls her eyes at you. You sigh and look back in the mirror, holding two dresses up to yourself.

"Go with the black." she says in reference to the tight black dress you've held up.

"Yeah?"

"Wear it with your leather jacket." She suggests, nodding her head to the coat rack. You nodded and slipped on the dress.

"What if Steve is there?" You ask worryingly, making eye contact through the mirror.

"Just be normal, he'll be normal too." You bit your lip. Would he? He didn't take the breakup very well at first.

-

You stand near the hallway, bored out of your mind. You never realized how much you relied on Steve to be social. He's been sneaking glances at you all night. It turns into genuine staring, and just as you're about to leave from being so uncomfortable, a certain someone burst through the door. Eddie "the freak" Munson. You didn't think this was his scene, in fact you knew it wasn't.

He enters with his arms fully out, stepping in theatrically.

"Well well well, all of Hawkins finest all in one place! I must be so lucky to have been invited." He says making eye contact with one of the cheerleaders who had clearly invited him as a joke. A few people shout out insults that seem to bounce right off of him. He chuckles and starts to walk past, but catches a look at you and hangs behind.

"Y/n? Didn't think this was your scene." he says with a sly look. You had a few classes with Eddie last year, you got along quite well.

"Could say the same about you, Munson." You say, taking a sip from your red solo cup. You look over and catch Steve staring. He looks away quickly, but not quick enough to miss Eddie's gaze. You shut your eyes a sigh. He notices you displeased reaction and takes a gamble.

"You know, I never thought he was the right guy for you." He says, looking at the teen and his great hair.

"Yeah, well. I certainly am not the right girl for him." You take another drink. Your relationship with Steve was great when it started. You had great chemistry and cared about each other. But soon, he became distracted. He missed phone calls, bailed out of dates and seemed disinterested in you overall. All because he never got over Nancy. Once the initial attraction to you wore off all he was left with was his love for Nancy. You weren't stupid, so you realized and dumped him. He was clearly still in denial of it himself, insisting he didn't love her. But you knew it was true.

"If it's any consolation, you've always been my dream girl." He confesses with a chuckle. Your eyes widen and blush creeps its way to your face.

"No way, really?" You questions with an incredulous look. He nodded with a smile.

"Had a huge crush on you last year." He looks relieved but nervous about his sudden confession and he fakes a cough.

"Me too." You return his feeling. He steps closer to you.

"I was going to ask you out, but then you got together with the hair." You pursed your lips and frowned a bit, looking down to your feet.

"how about we get you a drink?" You offer.

"I'd rather share yours." He says, gently taking you cup from your hands and taking a sip. You smile wide.

That was the start of your relationship with Eddie. Soon enough you moved in together and were having the time of your lives together, falling deeper in love with one another each day. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.

-

"When I saw her at that party, I don't know something inside of me just fell into place. And I knew I had to get her back." Steve says with a sigh as Robin hoists herself atop the counter.

"So? Get her back then."

"She's with Eddie now." He whines rubbing his face.

"No shit, Eddie Munson?" He nods and slides down the counter. Robin raises her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"I don't know what to do. Something about her Robin, I just can't let her go. I can't believe how stupid I was." Robin turns to him, curious.

"Stupid?" He nods again.

"Stupid. She gave me everything and I mean, I was still in love with Nancy. And she totally knew it so she dumped me. Didn't realize what I had til' it was gone." Robin gives a sympathetic look to him.

The door rings as two people step in; you and Eddie. You give a smile to robin and a little wave, meanwhile Eddie gives a polite and tight lipped grin to Steve. Steve doesn't miss the way Eddie's grip on your waist tightens when he sees him.

Steve cannot keep his eyes off of you. The way you giggle when Eddie seemingly suggests a stupid movie, the way you hit his shoulder playfully when he teases you. That should be him. He misses you.

Eddie settles behind you with his chin leaning on your forehead, arms wrapped around you while you browse the horror collection. The jealousy hit's Steve's heart hard, and Eddie notices. Eddie looks over to see Steve staring and he doesn't hesitate to send a glare back. Normally Eddie would be very civil with his partner's ex, but after knowing how Steve treated you and made you feel he couldn't play nice, especially not when he looked at you the way he did.

Steve looks away and to Robin who was looking very uncomfortable with the tension, tension you were entirely unaware of. Steve gets frustrated from seeing you looking utterly in love with each other and leaves to the back.

-

You tried to convince Eddie to go to your friend's birthday party but to no avail. As much as he loved you he really didn't feel like listening to the name calling today. You understood, of course, and decided to just go without him. He helped you pick out your outfit (not without him feeling you up) and you drove off, looking forward to seeing the friends you hadn't seen since graduation. You knew Steve would be there but it didnt bother you very much. You were sure he wouldn't say much more than a greeting.

The staring begun again, and Steve couldn't stand to see you without him. So without warning, he pulls you to the side.

"Oh. Hey Steve."

"I can't stand it anymore."You cock your head to the side and raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Please Y/n, just hear me out. I just need you to hear what I have to say." You rub your arm, feeling on the spot. You nod at him to continue.

"I know I fucked up, trust me I know. But I just don't want to be without you anymore. Just let me show you I love you." He pleads, looking straight into you.

"Steve, stop being ridiculous. I have a boyfriend." You scoff, turning to walk away before you are stopped by Steve blocking your path.

"I know. And I don't-" He sighs and pinches his nosebridge.

"I don't care. Just one night, that's all I ask. Just one night to let me show you how much I love you. I need you in my arms again." His voice breaks to a whisper. You couldn't believe the disrespect Steve just showed your relationship. To think he could ask you to cheat on Eddie and just switch back to him was frankly insulting. So your face morphs to a genuine frown and your eyebrows furrow before your hand swiftly slaps the the side of Steve's face, harder than you meant to.

"Fuck you Steve." You spit, turning around to exit the now silent party. He tries to stop you from leaving, grabbing your arm and telling you,

"It was never Nancy, Y/n. It's always been you." His sudden confession has you feeling feelings you had when you were with Steve. Feelings of always being the second choice. Feeling like your own partner didn't love you. You couldn't help but let the tears of frustration for your younger self spill and you slammed the door in Steve's face.

-

"Hey, princess. How'd it go?" You just sigh and hug him, starting to feel your eyes well up again. Once he heard your sniffling his eyes widened and hugged you tighter, holding your head in his chest.

"What happened baby?" His low voice soothes you. You take a deep breath.

"Steve was there." Eddie leans back, wanting to see your face. His heart hurts at the sight of your red eyes.

"What the hell did he do?" He can't help but start to get heated, his desire to protect you taking over.

"He- I don't know. It doesn't matter, it was stupid." He can tell you're holding back. He doesn't have to say anything more, only looking at you with the softest of looks until you tell him.

"He asked me to cheat on you, with him. Something about showing me his love." Eddie is furious, but more than that, frustrated and sad for you.

"Are you being serious, I swear to fuck I'll-"

"I took care of it." You assure him. He couldn't help but smile. How could he think even for a second you wouldn't?

"I slapped him, harder than I thought and I think I made it pretty clear I wasn't interested." You say with stern tone. He grins wide and proud, pulling you into his arms.

"That's my girl."

[guccifrog]

WRONG NUMBER P14

matt sturniolo x f!reader

y/n's pov ☆

"twinkie you're making this hard for me baby" I sighed as I grabbed the small chick off the counter. "I don't know what to tell you, you're so damn cute." I kissed his forehead and placed him back in the cage, before grabbing my car keys and heading out the door. "Mom! I'll be back later, okay?" I called over my shoulder, already halfway to my car.

"Alright, sweetie" My mom called back. I hopped into my car, pulling out my phone to text Nick that I was on my way to the hospital.

It has been two days since Matt was found and we've all been visiting him every chance we got. He still hadn't woken up, and the doctors weren't sure when he would.

I drove to the hospital, trying to focus on the road, but my head was throbbing with pain. The past few days had been a blur, and I hadn't slept in what felt like forever. It was all just too much.

I parked my car and glanced around, noticing a flower shop across the street. An idea struck me, and I quickly got out of the car, hurrying over to the shop. The bell above the door jingled as I entered.

"Hello dear, how may I help you today?" The elderly woman behind the counter greeted me with a warm smile.

I felt a little guilty for not visiting her shop before, it was so pretty and cozy."Um, I'd like to get some flowers, actually," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. "They're for a friend of mine who's in the hospital."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you! Of course, honey. What kind of flowers were you thinking?" She asked, already beginning to arrange some flowers on a small table nearby. I hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something. "How about a mix of his favorites? I could make something really beautiful for you."

"hmm…I don't know I really love tulips"

My mind immediately went back to one of the many conversations we had on Facetime. We were playing twenty questions and he asked me what my favorite flower was.

"ew that's such a basic ass answer" he teased.

"Really Matt? what's your favorite flower then? huh? I bet it's sunflowers or roses you corny ass" I replied, offended.

"I actually don't have a favorite, but okay," he said, rolling his eyes.

"umm…I don't know…he's not really a…flower guy…" I mumbled, my eyes wandering around the shop. The woman smiled understandingly.

"Alright tuff boy"

"I get it, hon. Sometimes we have people who just aren't into flowers, but they still mean the world to us. How about a small plant or a succulent? Those are easy to take care of and they last a long time. It's the thought that counts." She gestured to a small selection of potted plants on the table.

"Sure…that sounds perfect, actually. Yeah, he'd probably like that more" I said, feeling a little relieved. The woman nodded, leading me over to the table of plants. "pick any plant you like, dear"

"uuuh…give me a cactus," I said with a mischievous grin, I can't wait to see Matt's reaction when he wakes up.

"A cactus? Are you sure? you know, some people might think that's a little…sarcastic, you know?" The woman gave me a knowing look. I smiled innocently.

"Oh, I'm sure it's not! I just think it'll be cute. I mean, he's a tough guy, I'm sure he'll love it" I said with a wink. The woman laughed and nodded, already wrapping up the small cactus for me. I paid for it and thanked her, before leaving the shop and making my way to the hospital.

I walked straight to Matt's room, trying to ignore the pain in my head and the exhaustion that was starting to take over. When I finally got there, I knocked softly on the door before entering.

Chris was sitting in a chair by the window when I walked in. He looked up and gave me a small smile. "Hey," he said softly. I walked over to him and gave him a quick hug.

"How's he doing?" I asked, glancing over at Matt.

"He's still unconscious," Chris said, his voice tense. "The doctors are running some more tests, but they said he's getting better. They think he'll wake up soon." I nodded slowly while looking at Matt's body.

Chris got up from his chair, stretching his arms and yawning "Well, I'll leave you two alone. Just…you know…let me know if anything happens." He said quietly before leaving the room, giving me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I walked over to the bed, placing the small pot of soil and the cactus on the bedside table.

I sat down in the chair, watching Matt's chest rise and fall slowly. He looked so pale, and his features were drawn. I let out a sigh as I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers grazing his warm skin.

"So…" I said, hesitating for a moment. "I got you something. It's not really a flower… but I thought you might like it." I chuckled softly, feeling a little nervous." I don't know how you'd react. Maybe you'd be annoyed, and call me a dumbass like you usually do. Which is the main purpose I bought the cactus" I smiled. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know…I mean, I didn't know what else to get. You're so hard to buy for, you know that?"

I felt a lump forming in my throat as I spoke, my voice cracking slightly. "I'm sorry if I've been such a pain in the last few days…before the accident…I just…I care about you, you know that? Even if I'm not always the best at showing it. And I don't want you to think that I didn't appreciate everything we had going on…because I did. I do. And I hope you know that."

I paused, my heart feeling heavy in my chest. "I just…I want things to go back to how they were. I want us to be able to laugh about all this, you know? this is eating me alive, Matt. I miss you"

Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I blinked them away, trying to hold it together. I leaned forward, my hand resting on his arm, squeezing gently.

"And…I just want you to know…that once you wake up, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be here, no matter what." I paused, taking another deep breath. I couldn't help but chuckle, even through my tears.

" This sounds so stupid, but even though we met not long ago…it felt like I lost a part of myself when you were gone- oh god I sound so corny, you probably would've laughed at me and told me to shut up if you were awake."

My voice cracked as I continued, "But it's true…you made me feel like I could be myself around you. You always listened, you made me laugh, and you never once made me feel like I wasn't enough. And I'm so grateful for that. I just…I want us to have that again."

"I know things are going to be different now," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "But I'll do anything I can to help you get through this, okay? We'll figure it out together."

I wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek, feeling a weight lift off my chest. It was relieving, and terrifying all at once.

A part of me wished he could hear me, while another part of me was grateful that he couldn't. I leaned back in the chair, my eyes drifting shut as exhaustion finally overcame me.

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[jungwnies]

syn ' he can't get you off of his mind after that day pairing ' fem!reader x mark

requested ' i did a little twist on it, but i hope it still meets your expectations!

it was around 3am, and it wasn't exactly the time to eat, but damn you were hungry.

so you left your house and walked to nearest convenience store, yep the one on the corner.

when you walked in it was crowded with a bunch of people, you didn't really know why, nor did you care.

you noticed a group of boys with cameras and laughed to yourself, "of course idols would come here."

one of the boys keeping an eye on you.

when you walked out the store without thinking anything of them, it shocked him and he was curious.

first he was curious how you got into the store because his management was outside with a bunch of bodyguards, but also because to him, you were stunning.

but with all the cameras flashing on them, he couldn't go out of his way to ask for your number.

not like he would anyways.

to be honest, you haven't left his mind.

he kept thinking about you, the way you paid them no mind just to get snacks, that's the kind of partner he wanted, but knowing he was an idol this would've been a dead end for him.

but, he couldn't just let you go.

"hyung, i swearrrr she's my soulmate." mark insists as he talks to johnny who is sat right in front of him.

"then go get her." johnny tells him, scrolling through his phone.

"dude, how am i going to find her again?" mark asks, defeated.

johnny laughs, "just go to the same store every day, then maybe you'll run into her."

"dude." mark says, "you're so fucking right."

he gets up from his bed, he grabs his jacket and slips on his shoes, "i'll be back."

mark takes a taxi to the convenience store and sits down inside by the window, it was pretty late at night, and he was hoping he'd see you.

he came here everyday for the past two weeks, and honestly it was getting tiring.

"i'm never going to see her again." he complains on the phone to johnny.

johnny laughs, "at least you tried."

the door to the store swings open and mark gazes over towards the person who walks in, it was raining outside and the second the person takes off their hood he smiled. finally.

you wipe the wetness from your face and look around, you say hi to the cashier and walk towards the back just to be stopped by the boy.

"uhm, so, uuhm." mark stutters.

"yes?" you ask slightly annoyed, because you just wanted a snack.

"i'm mark." he says putting his hand out.

you look as his hand and back at him, "okay?"

mark laughs awkwardly, "uhh, do you think i could get your number?"

you laugh, "what?"

"i, i just think you're like really attractive, and i'd like to get your number." mark confesses, a little shy.

"sure, give me your phone." you type the phone number into his phone and walk away with your snack.

as mark watches you leave, he feels a sense of relief. that was until he checked what you saved your contact as, 119.

mark laughs, but feels a sense of defeat.

you walk back into the store after watching his reaction through the outside window, "i'm just joking, i'm y/n."

mark laughs, "nice to meet you y/n."

2022 © jungwnies

[maybestoryideas]

TWST Imagine #1

Imagine the students’ reactions to finding out you enjoy making fiber arts (weaving, sewing, embroidery, etc.).

Since Ace and Deuce spend the most time with you, they’re the first ones to discover your hobby.

The three of you were having lunch when the two boys realized that you hadn’t said a thing since they sat down to eat. Deuce looks over to ask what’s wrong and sees you hunched over in your seat, fiddling with something in your hands.

“What’ve you got there, (Name)? (Name)?”

You looked up and around, as if not realizing where you were, before smiling and showing him your hands. In one, you’re holding a very familiar sash of grey and white fabric. In the other, you’ve got a needle with some thread. And beside you lies a small sewing kit.

“Grim ripped his collar while trying to sneak out of class, so I figured I'd fix it up before it tears completely.”

Then you immediately go back to sewing. It’s a little jarring for them; seeing their usually blunt and sarcastic friend taking on such a dainty endeavor. But what’s even stranger is the amount of skill and concentration you’re investing in said endeavor. Your hands and eyes are moving with surgical precision, and the tray of food you brought has barely been touched. Ace wants to make some snide remark about how you, of all people, know how to sew, but he’s not even sure you’ll hear him. In hindsight, it’s probably for the best; you’re holding a needle in one hand and are within arm’s reach of scissors.

If Kalim finds out that you can make charms or trinkets, he’ll immediately ask you to make him one. Expect other students to follow soon after.

“So, how did I sound?”

“You were great!” you answer, stopping the recording.

Cater had run into you earlier that day and invited you to stop by the Light Music Club; to come listen to him play and give some feedback. This resulted in you becoming their impromptu cinematographer and filming his performance. Personally, you think that was his whole plan from the start, and he just wants a good video to put Magicam; not that you mind, either way. As you hand Cater back his phone, his eyes flick down to your wrist.

“Hey, that’s a pretty cool bracelet! Did you get that from the school store?”

“Oh this? Nah, this is just something I made in my spare time.”

“WHAT?!”

You practically jump into Cater’s arms, certain that half of the school could hear Kailm. The latter of the two runs over and takes your wrist in his hands. Despite practically bouncing with energy, he’s careful not to grab or pull too hard as he stares down at your wrist.

“You can make jewelry? That’s so cool!”

“I don’t know if I’d call it jewelry since it doesn’t use metal or, well, jewels.”

“That doesn’t matter. The fact that you can make something like this just goes to show how talented you are.”

You know Kalim’s just being a proverbial ball of sunshine because that’s how he is, but the compliment still makes you go a little pink.

“Thanks, I guess? I mean, I learned how to make friendship bracelets when I was a kid one Summer, so it just sort of stuck with me.”

“Friendship bracelets…” he parrots, like you just spoke in a foreign tongue. Then he smiles up at you. “Say, could you make me one? I mean, we are friends, after all!”

How can you say no to a request like that?

“Hah, of course, Kalim. Did you have a preferred color in mind?”

“Hmm, maybe something blue. Like a sky blue?”

“I’d prefer something in an emerald-green.”

“Gah!”

You swiftly turn to face Lilia, who’s standing right behind you. It comes as more of a surprise than it really should.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I simply assumed the offer was open to all of us. We’re all friends here, are we not?”

He smiles back at you.

“If you want me to make you one, you can just ask. Cater?”

“Red and white, please!”

…And look forward to even more of them asking for you to fix their clothes

Knock-knock!

“Hang on a sec…”

You open the doors to Ramshackle and are greeted by the sight of Ruggie holding a small stack of hastily folded clothes.

“Again?”

“Yeah, things got a little out of hand during our last Magift practice. I already washed ‘em. D’ya think you can fix it?”

You take one of the shirts and examine the damage; just some unraveling along the seams, nothing longer than an inch.

“Yeah, I can take care of these no problem.”

Ruggie follows you into the lounge, closing the door behind him. He takes his usual spot on the couch and sets the clothes on the table, while you go to get your things. Perhaps he should stop by Sam’s next time and pick up some more supplies; you were starting to run low the last time he was over. A moment later, you’re back with your tools and are already at work fixing up the tears.

“You know, you don’t have to stay here and wait for me to finish; I can just text you when they’re done.”

“It’s fine. Besides, it gives me an excuse to not go run errands for Leona.”

“Aren’t you bored, though?”

“Nah, this is the only chance I get for downtime.”

You chuckle softly, finishing up one shirt before moving on to the next. It looks like you’ll just barely have enough thread to finish the job.

“Maybe you should start charging a fee to people for fixing their clothes.”

“You sound like Azul,”

“I’m just sayin'; if someone can afford to buy a new shirt, they can afford to pay for some thread. At least that way you’re not spending your own money.”

“Does that mean you’d be willing to cover the expenses?”

“Does it have to be my money?”

“Well how else do you plan to compensate me?”

“I could cook your meals?”

“Tempting, but I think I’d rather just take the money. Besides, didn’t you just say this is your downtime?”

You can’t help but laugh as his smile lessens just a little.

“Relax, I’m just kidding,”

“No, it’s fine. I was gonna buy you supplies anyways…”

“That’s good. Because I’m pretty sure this is the third time I’ve had to repair this exact tear in this exact spot on this exact shirt.”

“Huh, what a weird coincidence…”

While a lot of students will tease you, some of them admire the dedication you have to your craft.

You hold one end of the thread up and use your hand to cut it with your scissors. The snip could barely be heard over the sound of Idia furiously typing away at his computer.

At first you were shocked that Ortho had come to you, asking for help with something on Idia’s behalf. And you were even more confused when he all but dragged you to Ignihyde dorm, insisting that you had to come to his brother’s room and that there was no way he could bring ‘it’ to Ramshackle. But then Idia showed you a rather large demon-plushie with some torn seams and bits of stuffing poking out.

Yeah, no, that’s more than fair.

However, despite your respect for discretion and almost total silence, Idia was internally panicking. More so than usual. You’re with him. In his bedroom. And you’re handling one of his stuffed-imps. The only reason he hasn’t suffered a TKO is thanks to Ortho, who asked to watch you work.

If you were aware of the two brothers staring at you - one with pure curiosity and one in pure terror - you showed no sign of it. Instead, your attention was solely focused on the task at hand; at least you weren’t trying to talk to them. The minutes ticked by and Idia found himself looking less at his screens and more at you. And the longer he looked, the more things he began to notice. The way you smile when you pull the needle through, how your hands brush over the fabric as if trying to soothe an actual living thing, the slight movement of your fingers as you weave the needle in and out.

Once you’re done with one part, you pluck another thread from the spool, pulling more and more until you’ve drawn a length of string that goes from the tips of your fingers, down the length of your arm, and to your other hand. Still holding the thread in one hand, you grab the shears beside you, nest the thread between the two blades, and cut.

Snip!

And you continue working. Like the Fates from the age of Myth. Focused, graceful, confident.

His own little Fate…”

“Did you say something?”

“Ooh! What’s this thing for?” Ortho asks, pointing to a small metal tool beside you.

“Oh, I use that in case I need to split a seam,” you explain to him with a smile, “But it looks like I don’t have to use that this time,”

Thankfully, the school is somewhat lenient when it comes to customizing your uniforms...

“Hey, Deuce! Check it out!”

Epel’s eyes scan the sports field, making sure that no one was paying attention to him and the fellow first-year. Once the coast is clear, he unzips the top half of his uniform, just enough to hold out the right side of his jacket. It takes Deuce a moment to understand what he was supposed to be seeing, but then he notices a patch in the shape of a grinning skull lining the inside of Epel’s jacket.

“Woah!” he can’t help but be in awe, “When did you get that?!”

“You remember how we talked about getting designs put on our uniforms, right? I went to (Name) and actually did it!”

“That’s so cool! It’s like it’s staring right at me!”

“I know, right?! I wanted to go with the dragon, but (Name) said that something that detailed would be too big for a patch. And then Vil would inevitably see it and freak out.”

“That’s too bad. Still, it looks really impressive. Like, you open your jacket and people see that looking back at them.”

“Totally! Plus, it’s right over where the pocket is, so no one’ll know it’s there,”

“No one will know what’s there?” 

The two boys jump before turning to see Pomfiore’s vice housewarden smiling down at them.

“Ah… Hello, Rook. I didn’t see you there.” Deuce smiles as he not-so-subtly stands in front of Epel, who’s fumbling with his zipper.

“My apologies,” the third-year began, “But I couldn’t help but notice the two of you talking and had to know what it was that ignited that spark in your eyes. So…”

He moved Deuce to the side and took a step towards Epel.

“You’re not hiding anything, are you? Epel?”

The younger boy’s eyes are looking everywhere except at the upperclassman.

“Um… I-”

“Rook!” All three of them look over to see Coach Vargas marching over to them. “You better not be hunting my students again!”

“Ah, je suis désolé,” Rook sighs, “I’m afraid I must depart. How tragic, if only that I could stay a little while longer.”

He starts to walk away, but pauses and turns back to them with a smile.

“And rest assured, I will not breathe a word of this to Vil. Adieu, mon ami!”

Deuce and Epel watch Rook leave, only relaxing once he’s completely out of sight.

“...I’m glad you didn’t get the dragon.”

“Me too.”

…Because the teachers have noticed some of their students looking a little more colorful lately.

[boba-beom]

All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

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[21wanderer]

Seat taken.

It had been a rough day at work, it's been long since I remember being so physically exhausted from work, my feet were aching, but if I had hoped that I could have a sit in the bus on my way home, I was disappointed.

All the seats were taken, usually I'd always get a spot, but today it was particularly crowded, and the bus hadn't even driven through the most busy part of the city yet. So I had to stand along with many others, dreading how crowded this bus was going to be by the time it came to the central station.

I stood in the back aisle with at least five other people. I looked about, hoping to see someone getting ready to get up, but again I was disappointed. And I probably wasn’t the person, who would need a seat the most, but today I certainly felt like it.

On one of the seats next to the aisle sat a young man, I tried not to stare too much at him, which was difficult as he was very handsome. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, tight jeans, slick hair. You could tell he had a good, strong body under those clothes. And while it was going to be a slightly uncomfortable ride, I at least had something pretty to look at… As long as I didn’t look like, I was looking. But right now, I’d much rather have his seat, than having him on the bus.

The bus began to slow down.

"Then why don't you take it?!" The voice came out of nowhere, and I flinched. I looked around, but nobody near seemed to have noticed anything, nor could I see who could have said that, they'd have to have been right next to my ear. But everywhere I looked, people’s gazes were turned away.

I then began to notice something strange, the bus had been standing still for an unusually long period of time, I turned and tried looking out the front window through the crowd in front of me. We were on the road, not at a bus stop as I had assumed, but the cars in front were not moving either... but it wasn't a traffic jam. Then I also noticed how quiet the bus had gotten, seemingly nothing moved in here as well.

A woman in her sixties sitting on the opposite side were watching a video on her phone, I looked a bit closer on her screen, the video was clearly meant to be playing, but it wasn't, and the woman didn't seem to notice. Then I also noticed, that she wasn't blinking at all.

Time had frozen around me, and all of a sudden I began to feel trapped. The last thing I did was to press 'Stop' on every single stop button within my reach. Not a single one responded. Then I began to wonder about what that voice had said... Why don't I take the seat?

At first I was a bit cautious, I gently brushed my hand across the man's shoulder, feeling the smooth leather covering it. If time had started flowing right now, I might have been able to make an excuse, but nothing happened.

I then brushed a hand on his thigh, again no reaction whatsoever. He was just staring at nothing. Then I decided to try, what the voice had told me. Carefully I grabbed his shoulder and thigh, or rather just his jacket and jeans and attempted to lift him.

It was surprisingly easy, it was like he weighed next to nothing, I lifted him from the seat, just by pinching his clothes. I'm pretty sure, that would normally be impossible to do, it was like, he was a giant rag doll. Before lifting him all the way out of his seat, I let go, and he slumped back again, as if nothing had happened.

Then an idea came to me... If time began to flow now, I don't think, I would be able to make any valid excuse. I carefully placed my bag on the floor and stuffed my phone, travel card and keys into it. I kept my eyes on him to see, if he, or anything else for that matter, began to move... But still nothing interesting happened.

I wasn't sure this would work, but I was genuinely curious of, what was going on in this bus. I mean, I could just have taken his seat and then everything would resume to normal... I assumed. But maybe, just maybe, I could take this a step further.

I sat on the young man's lap, expecting him to wake up immediately from his trance and put me in the most embarrassing moment of my life. But he didn't seem to notice me at all, even though he was looking straight at me.

I started to grind myself down on his lap, and now I could feel myself getting aroused, when I noticed I was sinking. Our legs had partially melted together... It was working!

Aligning my feet with his, I began to sink further into his legs and soon I could only see one pair of feet, they weren't mine, but they moved, as if they were. I could now even feel my butt on the bus seat.

I leant back against his chest, I unzipped his jacket, so I could ease my way in much more comfortably. I pressed my own torso against his, twisting and turning as I sank deeper into his body. I aligned my arms with his, and I could feel the muscles tightening, as I slowly gained control of them.

From the neck and down I had completely merged with this guy, I could feel his strength, his endurance, his heartbeat, all these aspects and more that now belonged to me. And just to make sure... I stretched my new impressive arms over my head, they responded, just like they were mine... but then again, they were now.

I zipped the jacket again, my jacket, it felt so indescribably good to have this body. In the motionless bus, I could hear every tiny creak the leather made with every little move I made. I could see my chest rise and fall with my every breath. Never had I imagine to have pecs like that.

Now it was time to complete this. I lifted my big muscly arms, which were now completely under my control. One hand I placed on my forehead, the other on the back of his head. Then I just pressed. I could feel his nose poking me, but soon that feeling disappeared, as my head sunk back into his, his skin, flesh and bones opening up for me, so I could complete, what I had started.

It was dark for a moment. Then I felt the skin of his forehead creeping under my fingertips. Then I opened my eyes. I had done it. The body was mine... I can't describe how good I felt... Elation, ecstasy, euphoria.

With great satisfaction I leant back into my seat, as the bus began to move again, and the noise around me began to re-emerge. I pulled my new phone out of my new jeans' pocket and looked at the display. No time had passed at all... How curious...

The phone scanned my face and unlocked, mistaken me for its actual owner. Then again it's just a piece of technology, easily fooled. The question is, would I be able to fool all those around me? Could I become him in more than just appearance? Only time would tell.

Nobody apparently noticed that a passenger on the bus had just disappeared, but I couldn't really be bothered to care. I picked up my old bag from the floor and placed it on my lap. But only for a few minutes. The 'Stop' signs were now flashing red on the displays throughout the bus. I guess, that was my work, but the timing was perfect.

I did have a feeling, I was meant to get off at the next stop. Maybe that means, that I'm starting to think like this guy. The bus began to decelerate and I got up from my seat leaving it vacant for someone else. I felt fully rested and relaxed. I eased my way past the other passengers, not as easy with my new broader shoulders.

The air outside was cool and refreshing. I popped the collar on my jacket and pulled my bag over my shoulders, and watched the bus disappear into the traffic. I smiled to myself, this was a feeling of satisfaction, I never thought possible. What a nice ride.

[reotheworld]

I loved the isagi with kaiser's sis‼️may I ask what if kaiser caught both of them getting a little too close(may you add some Ness relationship with the reader too?)

let's keep it a secret to him

❝ my heart is already with yours ❞

➜ getting caught by your older brother

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 0% & 70% | possible continuation of this shot ; slight angst but a good ending

when kaiser was scheduled for an interview, he received a question from the host.

"if you could pick a member from your team to date your younger sister, who would it be?"

upon hearing the question, kaiser made an initial facial reaction that had not only the host but the staffs rolling in laughter at the face he made. as he puts his jokes aside, he finally opened his mouth to speak into the microphone.

"it would be ness" he replies along with a nod of his head.

"ah! germany's midfielder!" the host spoke, blinking eyes twice. "now i'm curious, why ness out of all your other team members?"

"he's a well mannered individual who always has a smiling demeanor. behind camera's, ness and y/n gets along very well. so i approve the relationship if they date." kaiser responded.

click!

isagi tosses his phone and lays down on his bed nonchalantly, emitting a sigh from his lips.

sure ness has the visuals and say the personality (in which he tried hard not to gag at this) that could make any guy or girl swoon, no doubt that bastard münchen's midfielder could make a girl like y/n kaiser swoon.

he's a professional player for one of europe's best teams, takes home how much money after a game, has hundreds and thousands of people cheering his name in a large stadium; the guy is practically swimming in fame and fortune.

but what about me? isagi thinks, closing his eyes to shut the blinding lights.

"hello? hellooooo?"

he's still making a name for himself not only in japan, but to the rest of the world as well. would someone like him make y/n turn her head to look at him? even if he isn't a professional player, doesn't take home how much money after a game and probably has people doubting his play style?

a girl like y/n would never in a million years turn her head to look at him. if all of them gathered in one field, she'd probably put her attention to notable players...let's say, like ness.

"isagi? helloooo?"

yeah. ness seems like a much better option for her. it's probably time to give up considering pursuing her. give up making kaiser listen to him and say he's the much better option for his sister.

"isagi!"

jolting his eyes wide open as someone calls out his name, isagi now finds the position he is in...weird.

"what were you thinking that you couldn't hear me?" he sees y/n pouting, straddling on top of his waist. "what were you thinking so deeply?" she asks again before the worried facial expression turns into a shocked one.

"i didn't realized you were probably trying to get some sleep!" she says, kneeling up from his waist. "oh well, good night-"

"no, stay." isagi spoke, placing his hands on her waist as he drags her to sit back down. in which y/n blushes at his touch.

"you wanted to know what i was thinking right?" isagi begins to say, eyes trained on hers. "here's what i was thinking. maybe we should stop meeting like this. meeting in secret is stupid. your brother's right, maybe ness is the perfect guy for you. he obviously can provide for you, i'm just a nobody."

"think smart, y/n." he says. "choose him, choose ness." he finishes, extending his hand out to you.

"i'd like to take the other piece of earbud back." he demands.

the earbuds is the only and sole reason why you two understand each other without trying so hard. unbeknownst to isagi, y/n continued learning japanese so one day, she could surprise him.

isagi's eyes widens once more as y/n takes a hold of his hands, pinning them besides his head.

"don't talk like that." he hears y/n say, a serious yet soft expression on her face. "why make me turn on you and choose someone i don't like? i choose you, isagi. and i'll always choose you." y/n says.

"i like you precisely because you continue to strive and improve everyday. i've never liked a person more than you, isagi. back then, i only come here to support my older brother, but now that i get to be this close you, that's all i need. if we could be like this forever, i'll never ask for more."

her words. her words hit home. her words that crept into his heart.

just as y/n is about to lean down and isagi closing his eyes, the two teenagers heard another voice speak to them.

"ahem"

turning their heads to the direction of the voice, it was kaiser, looking at them while leaning by the doorway.

[liar-liarpantsonfire]

Black Butler Characters Playing The Pocky Game

Disclaimer! All of the characters that are cannonly minors are aged up!

My au can be seen in this post!

My grammar is awful, my apologies if there is mistakes!

Summary: The pocky game everyone's heard of it and most people have played it! So why not introduce it to the Black Butler characters?

Modern or Victorian: This is set in the modern day.

Apparently no matter the universe there exists a game involving stick-like biscuits covered in a delicious coating with all sorts of flavours. The pocky game, the game where you each place your lips on the end of the biscuit and slowly inch closer until one of you backs out or eventually your lips meet. No matter the universe, this game seems to follow you. Regardless of the game though, you had to admit that the treat was delicious and you couldn't deny the game was entertaining.

One lovely day while shopping you spotted the treat and bought a few boxes, slipping them into your bag and beginning to head home, pulling out your phone and messaging them to ask if they'd like to have some snacks and mabey play a game?

Once you got back you placed your bag down, sitting on the couch and pulling out your phone. You aimlessly scrolled through tiktok before getting a notification to let you know they were on their way. Perfect.

Sebastian Michaelis

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Sebastian looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

"Hello dear." He said softly, looking to you and meeting your eyes with a small smile. "What exactly is this game then and these snacks, pocky?" Straight to the point, as usual. He walked in, shutting the door behind him.

You smiled, reaching into your bag and pulling out one of the boxes, passing it to Sebastian. "Mhm! They're just stick-like biscuits covered in chocolate but they come in all sorts of flavours, try one." You smiled, watching him closely, curious to see his reaction as you sat together. He carefully opened the box, taking one out and placing the rest to the side as he took a bite.

"Its nice, I suppose, you humans do have odd ideas for food." He said firmly causing you to look away, a little embarrassed that you'd forgotten he couldn't quite taste food or at least not the food you were used to. "So this game?" He raised an eyebrow and your head perked up again.

"Right the game!" You took another stick from the box. "Its simple, really, each person puts one end of the stick in their mouth, inching closer with small bites and the first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet. Make sense?" You asked gently, Sebastian nodding. "Perfect."

You placed your lips on one end, Sebastian following. Your eyes met his as you slowly inched towards each other, each taking small bites. You looked away from his eyes, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face.

After a moment, you felt your lips meet, Sebastian's hand on your cheek. He nibbled at your bottom lip, taking the last peice of the snack from you but he didn't pull away, and neither did you. Soft clicking and smacking noises filled the empty room before Sebastian slowly pulled away.

"I think I'd say I won that round." He had a sort of smug expression on his face that made you want to try again.

"Round two?" You suggested with a confident smile but he shook his head, his hand now on your waist.

"I think I have a different idea." He said softly, his lips meeting yours once again.

Ciel Phantomhive

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Ciel looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

Ciel gave you a gentle nod to thank you for letting him in before sitting on the couch and looking up to you. You shut the door, pulling a box of pocky from the bag and sitting next to him.

"Pocky?" He looked up to you with an almost judging expression which you simply ignored.

"Mhm, just try it." You said firmly, Ciel's judging expression not leaving him. "You like sweet things, don't you?"

"I have to be in the mood-"

"Just try it." You interrupted causing him to roll his eyes and open the box, pulling one out and taking a bite. He finished it pretty quickly, looking to you. "Did you like it?"

Ciel sighed and nodded. "Yes, it was nice." He said firmly, "Now, you said something about a game? Care to tell me?" The expression on his face no longer judgemental but curious.

"Right, yes." You smiled. "The game is simple, really, we each attach our lips to opposite ends of the treat and take small bites. The first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet and you'll have to. Does that make sense?" Ciel sighed.

"Yes, that does."

"Perfect." You took another stick of pocky out of the box, attaching your lips to one end and Ciel doing the same. You inched closer, not keeping eye contact with him.

After a moment you could feel his gentle breath mixing with yours as he took the last bite, your lips meeting for a moment before you both, slowly, pulled away.

Ciel looked up to you with a blush, clearing his throat. "Uhm. I dont think either of us won that." He looked away. You shook your head, shuffling closer to him, placing your hand on his chin and kissing him softly, again, making eye contact. "No, we didn't..."

Alois Trancy

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Alois looked to you with a soft smile "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

"Hello love!" He chirped, walking in as you shut the door behind him. "Its nice to see you again, it's been a while." You nodded, "Too long." Your tone was gentle, Alois smiling as you spoke.

You sat on the couch with him, your hands brushing against each other. Alois looked to the bag then back up at you. "Soooo what snacks did you get?" The curiosity and joy in his voice was rather sweet in a way.

You grabbed the bag, pulling out a box of pocky passing it to Alois. He examined it before just opening the box and pulling out a stick and taking a bite, his eyes sparkling as he did so. He quickly finished it, making eye contact with you. "These are great! Where'd you get them?" You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Most grocery stores sell them, if you want to get the best ones there's that little shop in town that sells a bunch of Japanese snacks. The ones they sell in there are really good!" You beamed, Alois giggling softly at your slight ramble. He nodded, thanking you and taking out another stick of pocky and placing it into his mouth.

"There's also a game you can play with them that I wanted to show you!"

"A game?" You'd definitely peaked his curiosity.

You nodded, taking out a stick. "One player puts one end of the stick in their mouth and the other follows. You take small bites and the one who backs out first looses and if neither of you back out your lips will eventually meet." He said firmly.

"So it's a game of chicken?"

"Essentially, yeah!"

"Sounds fun!" Alois chirped. You nodded, placing one end of the stick in your mouth and signaling for the him to do the same which he happily did. You slowly inched towards closer and closer, you lips grazed against each other and before you could pull away Alois took the last bit from your mouth, his hand slipping into your hair. You slowly moved closer but Alois pulled away as you did so.

"Why did yo?-" He put a finger to your lips, pulling out another stick.

"Round two? I believe I won the first one." Alois said with a sort of cocky smirk. You nodded, placing your lips on one end of the stick and him following.

Grell Sutcliff

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Grell looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let her in.

"Hello, darling!" She walked in, shutting the door behind her, hugging you gently. She was in that red coat she always wore, her body heat mixed with yours in the embrace. After a moment, she let go, sitting on the couch with you.

You both made polite conversation for a while before you pulled a box of pocky out of your bag. Grell looked to the box in your hands; smiling, you passed it to her. "Pocky?" She looked up at you with a curious expression or was it confused? Mabey a little bit of both! You nodded, signaling for her to open the box. She did so, taking one out and starting to eat it. Grell looked to you with a smile as she finished it, "Those are really nice." She said gently, box still in hand.

You took one out and nodded. "They are." You said softly. "What's great about them is the game you can play, care to try?" Grell nodded and you smiled to yourself. "The rules are simple, each person places one end of the stick into their mouth and they get closer as they take small bites, first one to back out looses!"

"And if neither of you back out?"

"The person with the bigger peice at the end wins either way but if neither of you back out it'll end with your lips meeting. Does that make sense?" She nodded and you smiled. "Perfect!"

You attached your lips to one end of the stick, Grell doing the same. You both got closer and closer slowly, you could feel her breath against your lips and smell her red lipstick. After a moment, you lips met and Grell gently gripped your shirt, the other hand on your waist, as she pulled you closer. Soft smacking and clicking sounds filled the room, Grell not letting go for a little while.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away and you had a light blush grazing your cheeks, as did she. Red lipstick marked you lips, the taste of the pocky still in your mouth. Grell placed the box to the side, "Screw the game." She said softly, pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate.

William T Spears

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and William looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

Will walked in, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. "Hello, dear." He said firmly, it wasn't he didn't want to be there, he'd just finished working overtime curtsey of Grell. You sat him down, sitting across from him.

"How was overtime?" You asked, desperately trying not to giggle, he certainly wasn't amused by the teasing.

"Fine, thank you."

You sighed softly, pulling out a box of pocky and passing it to him. "Try one." Will sighed, opening the box and pulling a stick of pocky out, eating it and looking to you.

"Its not bad. Is this all you asked me to come over for?" He gave you a look but you knew he was being genuine.

"Mmm kind of! I also wanted to show you a game involving them!" You shuffled closer to him.

"Go on?"

"Ok! So!" You took out another stick. "Its simple, really, each person puts one end of the stick in their mouth, inching closer with small bites and the first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet." You had an almost confident smile as you explained.

"Sounds like a waste of time." He sighed. "But if it'll make you happy." You nodded. "Alright then..."

You placed your lips on one end on the stick and Will followed, you both got closer slowly, bite after bite. As Will went to pull away, you took the last piece, your lips meeting. After a moment, he leant into it, his hand on your arm before slowly pulling away again. He cleared his throat and you pulled out another stick.

"Round two?"

That's it for now! I may end up making another one if anyone has any other characters they'd like to see! If you do please let me know! <3

[notsoattractivearenti]

Between Us (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

Song Inspo: They Don't Know About Us - One Direction

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: curse words, a little angst but mostly fluff

A/N: I miss Christian (I mean, don't we all?) so I decided to write a fluff for him 🥹💕 Hope you all enjoy, and I'd love to hear your thoughts through reply/reblog/ask! 🫶 Special thanks to @ariddletobesolved for proofreading 💖 Feedbacks would be highly appreciated!

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“They don’t know how special you are

They don’t know what you’ve done to my heart

They can say anything they want

‘Cause they don’t know us”

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Since the moment your relationship with Christian went public, you’ve been receiving a lot of mixed reactions. Some are positives, and some are negatives. Dating a famous professional athlete was never in your book, but somehow you met and fell in love with him despite his job and status. Besides, you can’t really control who you love can you? You didn’t care that he’s famous nor will you ever, because it didn’t matter. What truly matters is the genuine love shared between the two of you.

No, you’re not a celebrity. You weren’t famous at all. You work nowhere near the media or even football. You’re just someone ‘ordinary’. You randomly met him at a bar in London during a night-out with your girlfriends – one went to a college in London, and you happened to be in the city to visit her. You knew who Christian was but you didn’t want to freak him out so you tried to act cool, and before you knew it he asked for your number. From there on, the rest is history.

Days before you two went ‘Instagram official’, you were already so anxious about how people were going to react. You know he has a lot of fans, and they could be pretty ruthless with their comments. They basically could get away with anything, since they could create any persona they wanted and stayed anonymous on the internet, which was and still is terrifying to even think about. You didn’t want to hear people talking shit about your relationship, but at the same time you knew it was sort of inevitable. You two wanted to keep it lowkey, but didn’t want to hide it from the world. After long talks and careful considerations, you both decided to go public.

You couldn’t be grateful for the support people have given you, but negative comments about you and your relationship sometimes would mess with your head. 

“What the fuck does he find attractive about her??? cause I don’t see it!! 🤮”

“they’re not gonna last. mark my words”

“yikes... everyone knows Pulisic deserves better”

“😒 how they got together in the first place I’ll never know”

“she’s so basic... lmao puli open ur fucking eyes 🙄”

“another episode of clout-chasing girlie dating a footballer”

“if he does terrible on the pitch now u know why”

You’ve been trying to ignore those awful comments, but since you’re not used to the attention, it was hard not to think about those things they’d said. You knew they’re nothing but strangers on the internet, but you couldn’t stop thinking to yourself: what if everything they said was true? Am I not good enough for Christian? Does this relationship not make sense? Are we not going to last?

Christian has been very protective of you, and he’s told you so many times to just ignore everything. He’s been reassuring you that those internet trolls have no idea what they’re talking about.

“Y/N, love... Stop. Just stop looking at those comments.” He took your phone, locked the screen, and put it away. 

“You are perfect for me, Y/N, they just don’t know that. God, you’re fucking amazing! Believe me, if they got to know you, they would take their words back.”

You shrugged and shook your head while looking down, “You’re my boyfriend, of course you’d say that.”

His brows knitted as he let out a sigh, “No, that’s not true! Even if I wasn’t, I’d definitely say what I said. Why can’t you see it?”

“Christian...” You paused, “do you think our relationship is going to last? I mean, I love you...” You were fidgeting your fingers, hesitated a little to continue because you were afraid of how he was going to react. 

“But I- I just... I don’t think I’m good enough for you,” you whimpered.

“Excuse me?”

You took a deep breath, still avoiding eye contact, “maybe they were right, Chris. You deserve bet-”

“No,” he cut you off before you even finished what you were saying, “don’t even think about it. I wouldn’t have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didn’t think we’re going to last. There is- hey, look at me,” as he lifted up your chin, your eyes met his beautiful chocolate eyes, “there is no one else that fits me better but you, Y/N. You are my one and only. If anything, you are way out of my league.” 

You blushed, trying not to giggle but you couldn’t help it. “Dammit Pulisic, you really have a way with words don’t you?”

He grinned, he was pleased to hear your cute little giggle. “I’m the luckiest fucking guy,” he said before he leaned closer to you, his lips was gently pressed against yours for a moment, then he whispered, “I still couldn’t believe you are mine.”

That man really swept you off your feet. You have never experienced this kind of love before. Every single day with him feels like heaven. When it’s just the two of you, it feels like the world revolves around you – nothing else matters but you and him. He is the only man you’ve ever had late night talks with – well, it’s mostly late night for him because you live in the States and you’re like 5 hours behind him. Hell, you both dropped the L bomb to one another a month into your relationship – your friends thought it was way too fast, but the truth is it wasn’t. You had never been so sure about any man ever, and you just knew Christian is different – special, one-of-a-kind. 

Before no one acknowledged you, you felt a lot freer. You didn’t have to worry about how others would perceive you or judge you. Now, people are watching your every move, ready to bring up even the tiniest mistake you made just because you’re dating their favorite footballer. You became very self-conscious, and Christian noticed that. He felt guilty because he thought because of him you had to go through this and he knew you didn’t deserve any of the horrible judgements, but he’s never stopped giving you the reassurance you needed. At one point, he wanted to post something on Instagram to defend you, however you told him not to so he didn’t do it.

“Baby...” as he held your hands, “honestly, I just want the world to know you’re mine. I’m sorry that I’ve caused you any trouble, but I don’t want you to worry ‘cause I’m always here for you. They don’t know shit about us, they really don’t...”

“I know Chris, I know. I just, um... I need time to get used to this, you know? This is the risk I have to take to be with you, and I will eventually find my way around it.”

He smiled and nodded, he understood how you were feeling. “Let’s just keep things between us, yeah? It’s more than enough that they now know we’re together. Who cares, right?”

You laughed a bit, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I just want you to know... You’re it for me.” He kissed the top of your head, then rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N. Now and forever.”

Your cheeks turned bright red and the biggest smile appeared on your face. “I love you, Christian.”

–––

“They don’t know about the things we do

They don’t know about the I love you’s

But I bet you if they only knew,

They would just be jealous of us”

–––

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @masonspulisic @swimmingismywholelife @chelseagirl98 @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @mortirolo @masonsrem

[notmorbid]

the hike.

dialogue prompts from the hike: a novel by drew magary.

this is a dream. this is not a physically possible situation.

it would take nothing to kill you. an infected mosquito could do it.

i had to see you one more time.

you haven't aged a day. literally.

any beer is good beer.

my favorite part of the party is when the party is over.

i wish i hadn't fucked up with you.

guys always get too serious too quickly, and they never realize it until it's too late.

sometimes the moment gets away from you, and that's it.

i need to use your phone.

i feel safest here, in my home.

i didn't forget my promise to you.

are you really not coming with me?

i'm getting used to disappointment.

i have to know now, regardless of how terrible it is.

i can't go back in there alone.

did i eat a bad mushroom or something?

how'd you get that scar?

people always say they're sorry. it does nothing for me.

well, fuck him. is that a better reaction?

it's okay. you don't have to say anything.

if you can't sail, you better be good at swimming.

you're not dead. that's pretty impressive.

i don't have to explain anything to you.

i'd shut my eyes tight, if i were you.

the last part of any journey is always the longest.

it's not much farther, i swear. you're doing really well.

look at you. you're as cute as a button.

tell me about them. your family.

it's okay to be glad it's all over. that you can finally move on with your life.

you need to make me a promise, you whiny baby.

don't give up, no matter how long it takes. no matter what it takes for you to keep going. promise me you won't stop.

you're assuming there's a reason behind all of this.

that's completely unrealistic, anatomically speaking.

i need to be in a constant state of awareness.

even if you think i'm sleeping, i'm not. i'm saving my energy.

fighting is the most exhausting thing in the world.

i don't know what they do in there, and i don't want to know.

where did you come from? who are your parents?

when you're happy, you don't question how that came to be.

horses are for rich girls and old men.

i would wear pajamas to a funeral.

just come here for a second. let me hug you.

i have doubts every second, but all i can do is move forward.

you won't always be alone. you'll have company.

you can adjust to anything if you're willing to live on.

stay where you are and hold on, because i will come back.

that happened, didn't it?

if i die, you can eat me. it's alright. but you can't start eating me before i'm dead.

don't joke about that. bad ideas always start out as bad jokes.

just because god loves you doesn't mean he can save you from suffering.

we have homes so that we can leave them.

i'm not quite dead yet.

mathematics are the language of the devil.

it's not a prayer if you don't mean it.

the world changes, but people act the way people always do.

what i want hasn't mattered for a long time now.

i don't want to be around long enough to disappoint you.

it's love. love doesn't require an explanation.

the only reason i'm still alive is out of sheer habit.

half the people who survive don't know how or why they did it. i know i don't.

you can get away with anything if you just say you did it with honor.

i've gotten good at being alone again.

you're like a bad yearbook photo come to life.

wisdom is so terribly overrated.

you can't go back. you know too much now.

i'll stay here forever with you, if that's how much time you need.

everyone needs to have something inside them that no one else can have.

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Jeff Fictional Universe (JFU) Headcanons

A/N: Hi everyone! I'm on holiday at the moment and don't have too much time for writing, but my next fic is close to being finished and here's this in the meantime: it's a bunch of my headcanons about Jeff the Landshark that haven't explicitly made it into my JFU fics yet.

Send me an ask if you have any of your own headcanons about Jeff, I'd love to hear them and see if they'll fit into future stories! Have a good day y'all and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: vague mentions of death, not proofread.

➼ Jeff was experimented on by MODOK. This one is pretty canon to Jeff’s official comics since MODOK officially created the land sharks, but in my mind, it went a lot deeper than that. Jeff doesn’t really remember any of it, nor does it affect him anymore, but he’ll still get a bit nervous in lab environments and snap at people who get too intrusive, even if he doesn’t know why he does that.

➼ He’s a mix of a bunch of animals – a shark most obviously, but he has the behaviour of dogs/cats and the toe count of guinea pigs, to name a few.

➼ Jeff understands every language, but he can only speak his own. He doesn’t expect anyone to speak his language because of this, but he can get frustrated that they don’t even understand his language. Especially with Natasha.

➼ When you first got the ability to speak to animals in the JFU, Jeff was the first animal you could understand, but you had gotten so used to answering Jeff’s mrrrs with random assumptions that you didn’t even notice. Jeff also didn’t notice because you had actually been fairly good at guessing what he wanted. It was only after a few days and a long speech by Jeff that you both had the moment of realisation.

➼ Jeff cannot read; you and Natasha have tried to teach him but to no avail. It became a challenge between the Avengers that anyone who teaches Jeff to read would win. Tony got closest to winning, but you later realised that Jeff was just reciting a section of the book which Tony had taught him to memorise, and he still couldn’t read anything else. Bruce decides that Jeff is just biologically incapable of reading full words.

➼ Despite this, Jeff can write a few short words/phrases; mainly his, yours, and Natasha’s names.

➼ Even if he can’t read words, Jeff understands all the letters of the alphabet individually and is convinced that the letter ‘E’ is written backwards (Ǝ). Any attempts to correct this are met with a scolding from that land shark and a lesson on how to ‘write it properly’.

➼ Somehow, Jeff has even set his phone keyboard to have a backwards E. Nobody is sure how he managed this, or even why he changed it, since he types in his own language and only uses the letters ‘m’ and ‘r’.

➼ He will sometimes ‘correct’ Natasha and your mission notes to have ‘the proper Ǝ’ because he doesn’t want you to look bad or be embarrassed. This leads to Maria Hill and Fury sometimes even writing their Es backwards since they’re so used to seeing it and reading it as if it were normal.

➼ On the topic of Jeff’s mental abilities: Jeff can only count to 4, since he has 4 fingers on his front hands (he only has 3 toes on his back feet, but that’s another matter – see ‘Class Pet’ for Jeff’s reaction to this information)

➼ If Jeff tries to count above 4, he reverts back to 1. This has led to some issues when you asked Jeff to scout out how many soldiers there were during a mission (Jeff had stowed away, but he was put to good(?) use). You went out expecting an easy fight, only to be confronted by 13 soldiers and a realisation that Jeff cannot count.

➼ There aren’t many foods that Jeff won’t eat; he’ll happily root through the trash for an extra snack, however, Natasha cooked for him once and that is where he draws the line. He immediately taught himself how to cook and he is excellent at it, and will often step in to cook when Natasha says she will (much to your relief). He is not so good at cleaning up after himself – but you leave that chore to Natasha.

➼ Sharks have some understanding of what Jeff is saying when he swims with them, but he has a ‘land accent’ and sometimes they find it easier for you to translate for Jeff, much to his annoyance.

➼ Jeff hopes to find other landsharks like him one day… little does he know that he’s the last of his kind. The others attacked civilians in an invasion orchestrated by MODOK and were put down by the Avengers; Jeff was saved by being the runt of the litter and was left in his cage rather than being sent out with the others.

400 year old Jeff headcanons (these aren’t all canon to the JFU, but it’s a fun version of Jeff that @wolferine and I brainstormed in discord.)

➼ Jeff is 400 years old but nobody believes him; they even go as far as to call him a baby constantly since his appearance has never changed.

➼ He was kicked out of the landshark group because he ate all their food. Jeff is exceptionally hungry for a landshark. He spent some time in the sea after that and befriended the oldest greenland shark, who was still just a pup like Jeff at the time.

➼ Jeff still goes to visit his friend from time to time, glad to have had someone with him for his whole existence.

➼ When you and Natasha take Jeff in, it is the first time in his 400 years of life where he has been content to settle with a family for their entire lifetimes. The Avengers promise that their children will look after Jeff when they’re gone, like a tortoise (once they realise Jeff isn’t a baby).

➼ Jeff replies to any scolding with ‘I’m older than you’ or ‘respect your elders’, much to Steve’s annoyance because that’s usually his line, but now he’s being called a youth by a tiny, round, short legged shark.

➼ The other Avengers expect Jeff to scold Thor when he comes to Earth and calls Jeff a baby on their first meeting, but to their surprise, he just accepts it. Jeff mentions later on that he met Thor roughly 350 years before during a battle on Earth. Thor doesn’t believe Jeff is that old until he finds a portrait of the battle back on Asgard, and spots a familiar landshark in the drawing; he still doesn’t believe it can be Jeff and assumes it is just Jeff’s ancestor, so Jeff bites him in annoyance – that spurs a memory and Thor suddenly realises that it was Jeff who fought in battle with him (because Jeff had accidentally bitten Thor in the heat of the battle, and he’s been bitten by so many creatures in his life that he instantly recognises the landshark bite.)

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character @wolferine