#my DAYS fangirl heart fluttered

[morganafata]

You're telling me he's going to love her and chase after her even knowing that it might end up killing him?!? That their love is destined to end unhappily but he doesn't care as long as she loves him?!?? What in the Doom at Your Service vibes is this?!?

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.

[raven-dor]

me and my husband

In which gwayne hightower is overprotective of his pregnant wife, and she begins to worry about the outcome of the birth

PAIRING: gwayne hightower x reader

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety, rough pregnancy, mentions of blood, arguing, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

AN: I read "chose me" by @entitled-fangirl and had to write something similar for gwayne!! this could also be read as part of the come back to me universe, but you do not have to read any other fic to understand the context!!

She watched from the dark hall, her heart fluttering as he leaned back, exposing his neck and upper chest. Pregnancy awoke a dangerous animal inside her, one that needed her husband near her at all times. 

Instead, he sat in his office. 

She could not blame him; it was hard work, taking care of Old Town in place of his uncle’s absence. Seeing as his cousin had died recently, Gwayne would stand to inherit the Hightower title, and he all but jumped at the chance to begin his training.

But as of late, it seemed as if she needed him more than he needed her. Mere thoughts seemed to drown out her happiness, every attempt to block them futile. The larger she grew, the closer she got to the inevitable. She cleared her throat, making herself known to her husband. 

“Gwayne?” He looked up, smiling brightly. 

“My love! You should be in bed.” He stood up, ushering her over to a cushion. She glared, letting him coddle her for now.

“I am not inept.” 

“I know, darling.” He knelt in front of her, kissing her hand gently. “But you also know that I cannot help but worry for you.” He caressed her stomach, whispering. “And how is our little one?” 

“You have no need to worry, I assure you. The Maesters say the babe is perfectly healthy; there is no cause for concern.”

“And you?” He kissed her hand once more. “How do you fare?”

She was taken aback by that question, avoiding the question. “Do not worry about me.” 

“That is my job as your husband.” He walked back to his desk, putting out the flickering candle. “And Maesters are not always correct.” 

“That is a rather skeptical view.” She grabbed the handles of the chair, pushing herself up. Gwayne glared. 

“Please ask for my aid next time you plan on standing.” 

“Shall I ask you to help me relieve myself as well?” She glared back. “I love you; you know that I do. But I am not a frail piece of straw. I will not break from a gust of wind.”

“You are carrying the future heir to the Hightower name, my dear.” 

Terms like that make her uneasy. That is all she heard all day. ‘Future heir,’ ‘Hightower name,’ ‘a boy.’ All phrases she had heard over a hundred times. She just wanted a moment of peace where she was not reminded how little she mattered in this situation. A tight smile graced her lips, and she lost all humor in her tone. “As I am constantly reminded.” 

He grabbed her hand, walking slowly out of the office. “All I ask is that you take care. If not for me, then for the sake of our child.” 

“I am careful.” She glared. “You know this. It’s not as if I go looking for things to hurt the babe. Do not treat me like a child to be watched over.” 

He rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand. “I do not mean to upset you-” 

“Well, you have.” She scoffed. “You have somehow managed to insult my care for your future line and my child in one blow. It is astonishing, truly. I applaud you.” 

“You know that was not my intention.” He shut their bedroom door, removing his shirt. Y/N tried to keep herself from blushing at the sight, but when he looked like that, it was hard to do. He knelt in front of her, holding both of her hands in his. “I am sorry.” 

She hummed, walking away and sitting in front of her vanity. “Yes, well, I suppose I forgive you.” 

He grinned. “I am glad of it.” 

The woods were peaceful, a nice retreat from the bustling of Old Town. Her velvet green dress dragging behind her. She hummed, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of the trees swaying. There was a lake nearby that she desperately wanted to swim in, and stare up into the sky of blue. Pushing the tall grass out of her way, the clearing stretched out before her, the lake at the center. She grinned, running down the hill with a newfound joy.

“Y/N? Where are you?” 

Her smile fell, remembering the whole reason she had even been ‘allowed’ to go on this excursion. He’d only let her go if he came along. She sighed, turning around and walking back up the hill. “Coming, my love.” 

The auburn-haired man smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Where did you run off to?” 

“The clearing.” She traced shapes on his chest. “I was thinking, perhaps you could join me for a swim. It is a perfect day for it.” 

“I-” 

“My lord.” Their guard’s voice echoed through the forest. Y/N groaned, falling against her husband’s chest. Gwayne kissed the top of her head, smiling sympathetically. “Another time, I swear to you.” She sighed, nodding. A finger hooked under her chin, his eyes serious. “You look far too melancholy, my love.” 

“Well, perhaps if-” 

“My lord, I’m sorry, but it is most urgent.” 

Gwayne sighed, intertwining his hand with hers. “What is it?”

The Maester’s Wing was dim, with just a few candles keeping light. Gwayne had been summoned to settle a squabble between the townfolk, leaving Y/N to visit the old man herself. She tapped her foot, waiting for the Maester to ask her the questions she dreaded. But those questions never came. 

“My lady.” 

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Maester Jon, it is wonderful to see you.” She held her stomach. “Tell me, any developments my husband or I should be aware of?” 

“Unfortunately, yes, my lady.” He sat down. “It seems, from what we can tell so far, that the birth may result in a breach pregnancy.” Y/N’s blood ran cold, and she felt her breath catch. “A breach pregnancy may result in a choice needing to be made.” He leaned forward, a sympathetic look on his face. “Do you understand what this means, my lady?” 

She nodded, standing up quickly. “I do. Thank you, Maester Jon. I shall relay the news to my lord husband.”

She gave one last look at the dark corner before practically running out of the wing. She burst through the hall doors, dinner in full swing. There sat Gwayne, eyes drooping, visibly exhausted from his duties. 

Who was she to worry him anymore?

Y/N sat beside her husband, kissing his cheek. “How was your day, my love?” 

“Infinitely better, now that you are here.” He smiled. “How was the visit?” 

She took a large sip of her wine. “Well. All is well.” She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I love you.” 

He grinned, squeezing back. “I love you much more, my dear.” 

If he chose the babe, she knew she would surely die from heartbreak before she bled. She laughed, her eyes watering. “I do not think that is possible.” 

Since learning of the news, she’d been restless, barely sleeping and often waking before the sun. Its bright rays peeked through the curtains, hitting her skin. The warmth soothed her for a moment, but it was just that, a moment. 

The babe kicked harshly, a quiet groan leaving her. She stared at the ceiling, thinking that in just a few short weeks, she’d be giving birth in this very bed, staring at the same ceiling. 

It had always been described to her as horrible and painful beyond recognition. And now that she was carrying an heir, which could possibly be breach, she almost wished she could go back to when they first met and stop herself. When she didn’t have to worry about what she did or where she went, she could just be free. 

He would be pressured into choosing the child over her; she knew this. Sometimes, when the need for an heir was strong, women had been carelessly cut open, being left for dead. It had been done many times, most notably in her lifetime, by King Viserys. Rhaenyra had told her of his actions: how he’d carelessly cut Aemma open, and her mother bled out on the bed without ever getting to hold her babe. 

She looked over at her husband, fast asleep and dead to the world. His hair covered his eyes; his face was shoved into the pillow haphazardly. She giggled; he’d always slept like there was no tomorrow; it was heartwarming, to say the least. She leaned over, pushing the hair out of his face, kissing his forehead gently. 

 Rolling to her side, she quietly stood, careful not to wake him. Grabbing her robe from the wardrobe, she made her way to the dining hall, eager to eat something of actual sustenance. 

After learning of the news, she had picked at her dinner, telling Gwayne it was because the babe made her nauseous. 

In a way, it had. 

The smell of bacon and eggs flooded her senses, and she rounded the corner, the doors of the hall wide open. Greeting the occasional servant that passed by, she sat down, piling food onto her plate. 

“My lord.” Y/N looked up to see her husband stalking toward her, not even acknowledging the man who had greeted him. Odd, he normally slept as long as he could before starting his day. She smiled brightly. “Good morning, my love.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “Is it a good morning?” 

“Quite.” She tilted her head. “Why? Is something amiss?” 

He nodded, crossing his arms. “I awoke, and my wife was gone. Imagine my surprise.” 

She had felt horrible leaving him, and fighting would only give him more cause to choose the babe. “I am sorry if I scared you.” 

“You should be. And another-” He stopped, shock adorning his features. “You are sorry?” 

“I should have woken you. It was my mistake.” She pat the chair next to her. “Please, join me.” 

“I’m afraid I cannot. I have to meet with the steward this morning.” 

Her heart clenched. “I can join you if you’d like-” 

“It is not necessary. I will only bore you.” 

She murmured, reaching out to grab his hand. “You have never bored me.” 

“You are kind, but I’m sorry, I cannot be distracted.” He grabbed a plate, placing a biscuit and two pieces of bacon haphazardly.

She scoffed, glaring at her lord husband. “I did not realize I was such a distraction."

"Y/N...."

"Perhaps I should stay in my chambers for the remainder of my pregnancy. To keep you from further distraction.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it.” 

She stood, her eyes cold. “I know nothing of the sort.” She looked over his shoulder, beckoning over a servant. “Please move my things into the adjoining room. I will be sleeping there-” 

Gwayne sat his plate down, looking at the servant. “Do not move her things.”  

“My lady?” The young girl looked frightened, scared that she was caught in the middle of their argument. 

Y/N sighed, dismissing the girl. “It is alright.” She walked away, yelling back at her husband. “I shall do it myself.” 

“Y/N!” Gwayne yelled, dropping his plate and running after her. “Come back here at once.” 

She ignored him, walking faster. The stairs proved to be a challenge, holding the railing tight. Gwayne placed a hand on her back. “Let me-” 

She flinched, pushing him back. “Don’t.” 

He mumbled. “You may hate me all you want after this.” 

“After what-” He hooked his arm under her legs, carrying her up the stairs. “Gwayne Hightower! You let me down right now!” 

The top of the stairs was a relief; she practically jumped out of his arms. She walked into their joint chambers, filling her trunk with things she would need. Gwayne sighed, watching from the doorway. “Will you please just-” 

“I will leave you to your devices, my lord. I hope your meetings prove well spent.” Dragging the trunk through the door, she slammed it in his face. 

That had been three days ago. They’d seen each other in the halls and at meals, but other than that, Y/N steered clear of her husband. For the better part of the day, he’d been in a meeting with the patrons of Old Town, or so she’d heard. Y/N took that as an opportunity, rushing out of the castle’s gates. Squealing, she cut through the tall grass once more, racing down the hill towards the lake. She threw her dress off, her petticoat barely revealing her modesty. Not that anyone would see, this part of the wood was only known by the family. 

The water did wonders for her nerves, cooling her skin. Her hair stretched out past her waist, flowing like the tall grass that surrounded this oasis. She floated for what seemed like hours; the babe had not stirred once. She hummed, rubbing her bump gently. “It is quite peaceful here, is it not?” 

A kick. 

Y/N grinned, her eyes tearing up. “Please, try your best to make this an easy birth. It would break my heart not to meet you. If that is the case, don’t worry. Your father’s a good man; he’ll raise you well.” 

No kick. 

She laughed. “Do not ignore your mother. It’s quite disrespectful.” 

A kick. 

“I miss him too, my love.” 

A voice broke through the silence. “Miss who exactly?” 

Y/N jumped, standing in the water. “My lord, I did not expect you-” 

“I was in a meeting when a guard informed me you were running out of the castle gates.” His face looked conflicted, but she didn’t want to address the fact that he most likely heard that whole ‘conversation,’ so she remained silent. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” 

So he had heard. She smiled, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. “I do not know what you are referring to, my lord.” 

“Stop.” Gwayne sighed. “You haven’t called me that since before we were engaged, and I do not wish for you to start again.” He stepped forward, extending his hand. “Please come out of the lake.” 

She walked past his hand to her dress, every attempt to retrieve it proving futile. “Here.” Gwayne knelt down, picking it up off the stump. “What would you have done if I hadn’t been here?” 

“I would have figured it out, thank you very much.” She glared, pulling the frock over her head. “Do you not have another meeting to attend, my lord?” 

“I canceled them.” He laughed, stepping forward. “After I heard my wife was running away from our home, I thought it best to tend to the matter myself.” 

“How wise of you.” Y/N crossed her arms. 

“Shall we go to bed?” 

“I am not tired.” She walked up the hill, leaving him behind. “Have a restful night, my lord.” 

She slammed her bedroom door shut, leaning against it. She was tired; she hated to admit it. But she wouldn’t have told him that. She walked over to the window, placing the bouquet she picked on the mantle. A reminder of the freedom she once had. A reminder of life before she faced death itself. 

A knock rang out. “May I come in?” 

She tensed. “If you must.” She faced the window, too scared to face him. If she looked at him, truly looked at him, she thought she would start crying. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” 

“I have to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly.”

She nodded, walking away from the window and placing her robe in her wardrobe. “Ask it then.” 

“Do you still love me?”

Her heart stopped. “I-” 

Gwayne stepped forward, wrapping a singular arm around her waist. He drew her in, his scent engulfing her senses. She fought herself not to fall for his spell, but as he leaned his head down, and his breath hitting her neck, she knew she would not last. “If you do not, speak it plainly because I- I cannot go on like this any longer.” 

She turned around in his arms, placing her arms on his chest. “I do not believe I could ever stop loving you. Trust me when I say this.” She smiled. “I’m afraid it’s terminal.” 

“Ah.” He let out a sigh of relief. “Then what is it that troubles you so?” 

“I do not know what you-” 

“I beg you, do not finish that sentence.” He tilted her chin up, worry in his eyes. “What ales you, my love?” 

“I am simply nervous.” She to be out of his arms. The longer she stayed in his embrace, the more compelled she felt to tell him. “It is nothing, I swear to you.”

He raised his eyebrows, pulling her hands from his chest and kissing them gently. “Please do not lie to me.”

“That night I visited the Maester, he told me something.” He nodded. “He said with the way the pregnancy is progressing, it is possible that the babe will be born breach.” Her voice grew quieter the longer she spoke. 

“That’s not all, is it?” 

She pushed out of his hold, walking to the other side of the room. “I’m so sorry, Gwayne. Truly, I am. Please forgive me-” a sob wrecked her body. “But I want to live. Please.” 

Gwayne shook his head. Where was this coming from? “Whatever are you talking about?” 

“I know I have been acting radical as of late, and I apologize, I just thought-” She hiccuped. “I thought it would make your choice easier.” 

“What choice, darling?” 

She whispered. “Between me and the babe.” 

“Why would I-” It dawned on him. Had she really been dealing with this all by herself? “Oh, my sweet girl. Why did you not tell me?” 

“I didn’t want to stress you any further.” She hugged herself. “Please, Gwayne. I swear I will give you another heir if this pregnancy-” She shivered. “Just don’t cut me. I beg you.” 

He dropped down in front of her, grabbing her hands in his. “Listen to me well. I could sire a hundred children, but you. You are one of a kind, and I will always choose you.” He kissed the back of her hands once more. “Irreplaceable. You must know this.” 

“Gwayne, no one is truly irreplaceable.” 

He stood, his eyes dark. “Do not say such things again. Swear it to me.” 

“I-” 

“Swear it, Y/N.” 

“I swear.” She whispered, cheeks red. “I swear to you.” 

He nodded, smiling lightly. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

“For coddling you.” He stepped closer, caressing her bump. “I am scared as well. My own mother had many a difficult pregnancy, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” 

“I am sorry as well.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “I should have come to you with my worries. I did not want to burden to burden you. And I will make sure you have your heir. I promise you that.” 

“I do not care if the Hightower name crumbles away into nothingness. As long as you are content, I will be as well.” He leaned down, their foreheads touching. “There would be no point to this without you. I fear I could not do this if you were not by my side.” 

“You have been doing perfectly fine as of late.” She winced. "I truly am sorry.” 

“No more of that.” He whispered, staring at her lips. “May we please go to bed?” 

She nodded, knowing if she tried to speak that words would fail her. She lay on the bed beside him, tracing his freckles. “Sleep, my love.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I will be here when you wake, I promise.” 

[lenoraslament]

Slytherin Boys React: Romantic Moments

After my last three posts, consider this aftercare.

Fluff 💕no warnings

Mattheo Riddle

It’s been raining for days. You convinced a reluctant Mattheo to duck into a coffee shop as it poured outside. The atmosphere was cozy and perfect. The rain beat steady on the window and the smell of coffee warmed you.

You both sit sipping hot chocolate, whipped cream unknowingly on your lip. Mattheo had been grumpy all day, but at the sight he grins.

“What?” You ask with a smile. Mattheo cups your chin with once hand, wiping the whipped cream off your lip with his own as you giggle. Then he brushes his lips against yours as he teases you ghosting a kiss leaving you flustered.

“You know I love you, yea?” He asks softly as he gives you another warm kiss. Your heart flutters and he brushes hair off your face, his eyes full of adoration.

“Yes I know,” you say breathlessly as he kisses you endlessly.

Theodore Nott

The biting cold air, makes you shivers your boyfriend looks unbothered in his coat. Another drag of cigarette smoke fills the air as it leaves his lips.

He’s as quiet as usual, forever lost in whatever quiet struggles he never wants to share with you. Theo observes you let out a shiver.

“Come here,” he says opening his coat, he pulls you forward. Your arm goes around his waist as he covers you both with the coat. You can smell his cologne and the smoke, his body warms you immediately as you sigh with relief.

“Better beautiful?” He asks in a low voice as he kisses the top of your head between drags.

Lorenzo Berkshire

It’s no secret that Enzo is popular with the ladies. Before you came along, he was quite the flirt. It comes natural to him, his charm. The way he can make a girl giggle and blush without much effort. And although he has reformed his ways, sometimes it just happens

You’re walking towards the Great Hall when you see a gaggle of girls surrounding your boyfriend. You’re secure in your relationship, so you only roll your eyes and laugh.

Enzo spots you immediately through the crowd, your little smirk making his eyes light up.

“Pardon me ladies” he says as he makes his way to you, grabbing your arm to pull you back before you get to far.

“Enzo it’s-“ you protest but he cuts you off before you can finish. He dips you back, kissing you in the way only Lorenzo Berkshire can.

“Sorry, I need some time with my girl,” he calls over to the group of fangirls he was talking to as his eyes stay glued to you. You both walk away as they all swoon.

Draco Malfoy

Draco was sitting in an armchair near the settee you draped yourself in the common room.

“Darling,” Draco’s voice snapped you out of your reading trance. You smiled over your book at him with an inquisitive look.

“Yes?” You asked tilting your head.

“Sit” he said in a low voice that made you blush as he patted his lap. His arms outstretched waiting for you as you sheepishly made your way over to him. He pulled you in his lap face nuzzling into your neck.

“I missed you beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin.

Your soft laugh makes him look up at you. “Draco, I am sitting less than two feet away,” your lips are nearly brushed against his as he holds the back of your neck gently.

“Still” he says as closes the distance between your lips.

Blaise Zabini

“It’s fifteen galleons,” your voice carries outside the dressing room.

“Well let’s see it then,” Blaise says, he’s been following you around Hogsmeade for the better part of the afternoon and you hopelessly look for a dress. The Yule ball on the horizon and you’re certain you will end up wearing your school uniform the way your shopping trip is going.

“It’s too expensive,” you insist, “I don’t even want to see it and risk liking it”.

Blaise hand plunges into the curtain of the fitting room pulling you out. You huff as you stand in front of the large mirror and are stunned. It’s gorgeous, clinging to your body in all the right places. A silvery blue making your cheeks look rosy, giving you an ethereal glow. It’s exactly what you want.

Before you groan in devastation, Blaise slips a hand around your waist from behind as he joins you in the mirror.

“You are perfection,” he whispers in your ear as he plants a soft kiss on your neck.

“It’s too exp-“ you begin to protest but he reaches back and rips off the tag making you gasp.

“We’ll take this one,” he says walking to the cashier to pay for the dress throwing you a wink.

Tom Riddle

All week you had spent trying your damnedest to understand this potion. Your boyfriend patiently explaining and re-explaining the complexity of the ingredients, the theories of brewing. Somehow it wouldn’t stick. Tom assured you that once you for in front of that cauldron it would all make sense.

It didn’t. The day of your exam, your mind went blank. Your professor sighed as he looked at the discolored gloop dripping out of your cauldron.

“I’ll give you an incomplete,” He said shaking his head, “you can make it up in a week Y/N but I have to say I’m disappointed,”

You nodded and thanked him as your heart sunk. The end of class was nearing and you dreaded seeing Tom. His grades were perfect, his standards impossibly high. Part of the connection you shared was your intellect. You felt tears of shame threatening to spill. When you saw him leaning against the wall outside your class, you let go.

Tom’s eyes widened as he observed your flushed cheeks covered in tears as you could only manage to shake your head. In an uncharacteristic panic he crossed the hall and immediately threw his arms around you as you sobbed onto his chest. The public display of his affection that never happened was not lost on you. His hand wiped your face and stroked your hair.

“Shh it’s okay,” he whispered against your forehead as he rubbed your back.

“You must think I’m an idiot,” you stutter out between hitching breaths.

His lips brush against your temple as he kisses it softly, “I think you’re brilliant.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

Denial and Devotion

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 880

This fic contains: preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?

Summary: You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.

Notes: I'm just a girl that writes Soldier Boy fanfic at 2am knowing damn well I have work at 9am flksdghk this gif replays in my brain every waking moment of the day I literally hate how hot he is >:( This is my weekly contribution to @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt no. 241: Hour of Denial

The moment you rose from your slumber, you knew something was wrong. First off, you woke up in a room that you did not recognize. Then, you realized the cotton sheets of the unfamiliar bed clung close to your bare skin as if you had slept in it before. 

You attempted to lift yourself out the bed, but your muscles were weak, soreness more prominent in your hips and thighs. As you winced in discomfort, your eyes widened upon the discolored love bites scattered over your body. Your eyes finally glanced to the opposite side of the bed, only to discover the person occupying it was none other than Soldier Boy.

When you were younger, Soldier Boy was your first crush. At the time, he was presumed dead, but your father would tell you stories about how he was one of the greatest superheroes to ever live. Your childhood room was covered in Soldier Boy posters and you had a doll of him that never left the box. As you got older, you conducted more research on the man you worshiped, but eventually learned that he was a monster in a superhero costume. As a result, you ripped the posters to shreds and finessed some cash off the doll in hopes to erase any trace of your Soldier Boy phase. 

You stared in disbelief at the same man that lay peacefully asleep. Your mind raced with questions. The only logical answer to all of them was that you were dreaming. To test the theory, you pinched your forearm as hard as you could. After cursing from the pain, you tried another method by poking Soldier Boy in his meaty bicep. Without fluttering his eyes open, he grunted in annoyance and rolled over. 

If your head wasn’t already spinning, it definitely was at this very moment. You slithered out of the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping man, and frantically searched for your clothes. In a hurried attempt, you shimmied back into your little black dress from the night before. Regardless of whether this was all a dream or not, you silently vowed that you are remaining sober for the rest of the month. 

“Where you going so fast, sweetheart?” You turned toward the groggy voice that belonged to Soldier Boy, who was propped up against the bed frame with his muscular torso in view. It felt as if no time had passed since the beginning stages of your devotion to Soldier Boy. Your eyes scanned over his physique with a hunger that only he could satisfy. Heat radiated your body and you stood paralyzed in your unzipped dress, leaving enough uncovered for his imagination to run wild.

As Soldier Boy hopped out of bed, you swiftly turned away as his thick cock unveiled from the thin sheets. He began walking towards you, but you ignored him by fiddling with the zipper on your back. You grew frustrated with the zipper’s defiance the closer the beefy supe inched towards you. His intense stare begged for your attention until he took matters into his own hands by lifting your chin up to his gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest as his green eyes studied your face. Except there was no studying necessary.

“I’m a little embarrassed by this,” you laughed nervously, “but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

Soldier Boy smirked. “Want me to give you a reminder?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” You paused. You may not have been as infatuated with the supe as much as you once were, but you didn’t want to come off as rude. “I mean…I’m sure last night was great but I shouldn’t impose-“

“Great? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.” 

You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.

“You can play the ex-fangirl game all you want, but you and I know you never truly get over your first crush.” There wasn’t a more pathetic feeling than regressing back into that naive girl who treated a flawed superhero like a god. 

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and Soldier Boy towered over you, his arm the only thing keeping him from pressing you against the wall to grind into your core. His free hand hooked under the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it off your shoulder. As the dress pooled around your feet, he lightly kissed the crook of your neck, electricity coursing your blood as his beard pricked your skin.

His hot breath fanned over your ear. “There’s no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.”

Fuck it.

All your common sense flew out the window as you desperately smashed your lips against his. Gripping your wrists, he pinned you against the wall before grinding his semi hard cock against your wet pussy. 

Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.

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[yogurtkags]

❝ LUCKY CHARM ❞ — oikawa tooru

cw. gn!reader, friends with implied feelings, timeskip!tooru, tooru’s family owns a white cat called milky (wow i wonder who named her) word count. 628 synopsis. tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories

“are you sure you have everything packed?” you ask unconvinced, laying on your back on the bed with your eyes closed and head hanging off the foot of the bed. milky climbs onto your tummy, nuzzling into your palm as you give her chin rubs and scritches behind her ears. she took a liking to you since the day you met her. you welcome the weight with open arms, further sinking into the plush mattress.

tooru invited you to his home in the name of helping him pack, but you’ve basically just been making sure he stops to take water and snack breaks once in a while. he’s been at it since morning and seems just about done, minus contemplating items of sentimental value. you wonder if he’s overthinking it as much as you are, the idea of being so far away after being basically joined at the hip for the last couple of years. he’s fiddling with his fingers again, a telltale sign that he’s restless. he plays it off, but you know him too well.

pacing back and forth between his large suitcase and the door, he waves you off, “yeah pretty much, I’m just looking to see if there’s any last minute things that I might want to add. got my alien socks— hey look at this, remember when this photo was taken?”

eyes fluttering open with a few pokes to your cheek, the photo in question greets you. a small polaroid picture that hajime took — the back view of the two of you, hands clasped together and looking off the shore. you remember the day this was taken, a precious memory you hold close to your heart.

the two of you were walking along the pier, ice cream in hand. you were ahead of the others, them trailing behind and getting caught up with something strange mattsun saw online. hearing a collective “ehhh?” coming from the bunch, you and tooru look at each other before shrugging and lightly chuckling.

there’s never a dull moment with the bunch, you met the four of them back in freshman hear at seijoh and never looked back. you shared the most classes with tooru so naturally you got closer and started spending lunchtime together whenever he wasn't at the gym or with hajime. more often than not, you went up to the roof to escape from all the noise and his fangirls, talking about everything and nothing at all. you saw a side to him that not many others did.

“oh shit—” you blurt out as you trip over a slightly raised plank, tooru immediately grabbing onto your hand to prevent you from falling.

he dramatically exclaimed, “be careful, y/n-chan! can’t have you face planting and hurting your pretty face now.” causing you to retort in embarrassment, "shut up!"

after stabilising yourself, you noticed that the tight grip of his hand over yours never left. you welcomed the feeling with warmed cheeks and a bashful smile, giving his palm a squeeze in thanks. the way his hand enveloped yours felt natural, right. and you held onto the feeling for as long as you could, neither of you making a move to pull apart.

you don’t talk about that incident happening anymore and bury it in the back of your mind, but the recollection still brings a soft smile to your lips and a flush to your cheeks. you’re touched that he’d even think to bring the photo along, even more so when you watch him smoothly slide it into his wallet.

your face burns, suddenly shy as he leans down to peck your forehead with a gentleness that he only seems to display with you, and mumbles, “who else is going to be my lucky charm, hmm?”

notes. soft tooru hours ♡ fun fact: this was actually an idea i had noted down more than a year ago but just never wrote for some reason. (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[kunasthiast]

My God (2)

If last night's events are already stressful as it is, today's much worse than ever. With a visit to your father's office, what could go wrong?

Oh yeah, everything!

a/n: okaaaaay, so i'm halfway Chapter 3 as of posting this one >.<

I reaaally appreciate all your notes, reblogs, & comments for the taglist – it makes my heart flutter so much & it gets me so excited to finish this story already T^T

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,877 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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As the first light of dawn crept into your room, a small gap in the blackout curtains that you forgot to fully close last night betrayed your efforts to keep the morning at bay. Yep, definitely starting the day this bad, how else will the rest of the day be like?

“Fuck,” you exclaimed so early in the morning. Or so you thought. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand, you tapped the screen to peek the time. 

9:54 AM.

With a groan, you closed and threw your phone somewhere in your room and laid down on your stomach. Face clearly being suffocated by your pillows. This life sucks.

“Why does it have to feel this way?” You said with a groan.

Flipping around, and lying on your back, you stared blankly at the ceiling. Absolutely feeling so devoid of everything in life. Your eyes are as empty as the void. It’s like everything was sucked out of you.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you walked over to the window and yanked the curtains shut, shutting out the intrusive light. The darkness offered a slight comfort from the harsh reality of the day ahead, but you knew you couldn't hide forever.

With a heavy sigh, you forced yourself to your feet and began getting ready for the day. Each movement felt like a chore, every action weighed down by the burden of disappointment and betrayal. I hate everyone already.

As you made your way downstairs, the familiar sights and sounds of your family's mansion served as a stark reminder of the life you were born into. Despite the opulence that surrounded you, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at your insides.

Walking to your father's office, you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation that awaited. The door loomed ominously before you, a silent barrier between you and the truth that lay beyond. 

With a heavy sigh, you told yourself, “Here goes nothing.”

Summoning all your courage, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, steeling yourself for whatever may come. Little did you know, the events of the day were about to take a turn you never saw coming.

—

“Okay, first of all? What the fuck!” You erupted, your voice dripping with anger and disbelief as you confronted your father.

His face tightened in disappointment at your choice of words, “Language, dear,” he chided, his tone laced with irritation.

Yeah, never mind all the fucking respect he deserves. Scoffing at him, you paid his scolding no mind, too consumed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. 

“Might I remind you,” pacing back and forth, you continued with your voice trembling with pent-up rage, “that you promised me a lot. A fucking LOT of times! That I’m the next head, only to have you pass it over to Sukuna – who by the way isn’t even a part of our family. I’m your family, your flesh and blood, damn it! I’m not even processing this properly yet and now you’re telling me that you already got me on a fucking arranged marriage to someone from the Gojo family? Oh, fuck off, father!” 

Your father remained unmoved, his expression unreadable as he calmly countered your tirade. “Honey, it’s just the way it is. Take it or leave it. And, for once, try to act like a respectable daughter,” he retorted, his words like a slap in the face, dismissing your turmoil cold-heartedly.

His indifference fueled your frustration further, and you fought to contain the seething anger threatening to boil over. “I can’t believe this,” you muttered, the weight of betrayal heavy in your chest with your fidgeting fingers.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, your father returned his attention to his book that you unfortunately cut him off from reading earlier, effectively ending the conversation. “I’m busy. Come back when you’re done with your tantrum. Now, leave.”

“I’m not gonna do as you say this time. I’m not gonna marry anyone from that fucking family,” you confidently declared with the fire still burning within you. “I’m not gonna be your fucking pawn, father. I’m leaving this family. So, deal with it.” 

Fuming with indignation, you stormed out his office. And, let’s not forget, you slammed the door hard when you left.

This is not the day I’ve envisioned to have today.

—

Back in your room, the weight of the recent events bore down on you like a heavy burden, pressing against your chest with a suffocating intensity.

Yet, there are no tears threatening to fall down anytime soon, just the palpable heartache and silent screams echoing through the depths of your soul. Please, I’m too strong for this.

As a way to make yourself calmer, that can help you gather your thoughts, you decided to go to your restaurant. Yes, the restaurant your father gifted on your 18th birthday. It’s apparently his gift symbolizing his support for your aspirations outside the family’s legacy. 

A bitter scoff escaped your lips, “Well, fuck legacy.” Words heavy with anger. As you made your way out your room towards the mansion’s carport, you know in yourself that you got to leave this place. “Yeah, I won’t go back home here,” you mutter to yourself as you approach your car.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you revved the engine, the purr of the powerful machine echoing throughout the carport. But, as you were getting ready to live, your thoughts inevitably turned to the arranged marriage your father and the Gojo family had arranged.

Just the mere mention of this family sent shivers down your spine. Yeah, I fucking hate that family. They’ve been your family’s rival from the start. Always the territorial disputes, the dirty, underhanded tactics, and the arrogance that runs throughout every family member.

And, then there was Satoru – the one your father chose as your groom. Well, he has no choice, Satoru’s the only heir of his family, definitely of flesh and blood.

To call him attractive would be an understatement – Satoru has that magnetic, alluring charm that was impossible to ignore. Heck, he’s beautiful. With those azure eyes, fluffy white hair, and velvety voice, he’s every woman’s dream – except you. You’re not even sure why you think his hair’s fluffy!

But, all beautiful things have ugly sides. And his was a huge ass dent to his looks. He’s a fucking asshole. Clenching your jaw, you tore yourself away from your thoughts and the carport, steering yourself towards the way to your restaurant.

The drive to the restaurant made you forget everything for a moment. With each passing mile, you felt the tension in your shoulders begin to ease. As you pulled into the parking lot, the sight of your restaurant filled you with a sense of calmness. 

Stepping out into the cool embrace of the wind, you savored this feeling that offers a temporary calmness within the raging storm inside you. 

“I’m so glad to be back,” you murmured to yourself.

Pushing open the door to the restaurant, you were greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling kitchen, the savory aroma of spices and herbs filling the air. Your staff, surprised by your unannounced visit, immediately greeted you with a mixture of surprise and fear. You rarely visit. Rarely.

You may own this business, but, you couldn’t really care less about the business side of these things as you’re too busy learning everything your father taught you with. And, this one’s not a part of it. Or, so you think!

He just gave this one to you when he learned you love to cook – which definitely by the way is a short occurrence in your life. You were bored, you learned how to cook, you made everything you’ve been craving for, and now you were bored, again.

But, you can’t deny the calmness that cooking brings you. It takes you out of your thoughts and just focus on prepping and cooking everything up.

Uraume, your most trusted confidante and your restaurant’s head chef, immediately approached you with a knowing look.“You’re only here when you’re stressed,” they remarked, their tone a mixture of sympathy and understanding.

You chuckled wryly as you made your way towards your office. “Yeah and today is no exception,” you replied, the weight of the previous events pressing heavily upon you. “I’ll whip something up in the kitchen. You know what to do.”

As you entered your office, you felt the sense of zen and calm wash over you. With each passing moment of taking in the familiar surrounding, the tension began to ebb away. You slipped into your chef’s jacket, your mind already buzzing with ideas for today’s creations. 

Glancing at the clock, you noted the time – 11:21 AM. Perfect timing. Your restaurant is supposed to open in a few minutes, but you instituted a rule long ago: when you were here, no one is allowed to enter the kitchen, and the restaurant will be closed to the public.

A tub of orange chicken sounds nice.

—

Sukuna's luxurious penthouse was filled with the soothing sound of water coming from the shower as he emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. With a flick of his hand, he silenced the insistent ringing of his phone, its screen lighting up with a call from Uraume, his most trusted confidante.

Walking across the marble floor towards his bedroom, his thoughts drifted to you, your demeanor from last night.

He knows you’ve been expecting to become the next head. He knows how frustrated you are feeling after the announcement has been made. He just knows. And, it amuses him to see your reaction, the way you wore your emotions so openly. He’s keen on observing you.

“Cute,” he mused to himself with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Dressing himself in a black slack with an unnecessary tight black folded sleeves, definitely outlining his sexy physique, topped with a suspender, Sukuna admired his reflection in the mirror. Yeah, more like it. His demeanor exuding with such confidence, power, and authority.

Adjusting his reading glasses, his mind buzzed with what’s to come for the day – negotiate with the Naoya from the Zenin family regarding the territorial disputes, dealing with the underground firearm deliveries he missed last night – all in a day’s work for a man of his calibre. 

Yet, amidst the chaos of his busy schedule, thoughts of you lingered, an unexpected distraction in his otherwise meticulously organized life.

Shaking this off, Sukuna stepped out onto the expansive balcony overlooking the city skyline. Before he could go on with his day, there was one matter that demanded his attention. Gotta see princess first.

As he reached for his car keys, Sukuna’s thoughts went back to you, a nagging reminder he couldn’t quite shake. How the fuck are you doing now. And, he can’t believe he’s this worried about you.

Brushing aside the thought for the nth time, Sukuna exited the penthouse with a confident stride, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

As he was walking towards the elevator, his phone buzzed with an incoming text message. Glancing at the screen, a smirk tugged at his lips as he read the words: “She’s here.”

“Talk about coincidence,” he chuckled to himself.

Yeah, he can’t wait to meet you.

—

Sukuna stepped out of his sleek black car, the sharp click of his shoes against the pavement. He approached the entrance of the restaurant – which has a sign that says ‘closed’ – and his gaze fixed with a single purpose: to see you.

Pushing open the door that Uraume left unlocked for him, he stepped into the warmth of the restaurant, the savory aroma of the spices and herbs enveloped the cool air. The whole place is completely deserted with only Uraume sitting at one table. 

“Where is she,” Sukuna commanded as Uraume pointed towards the kitchen as their answer.

Sukuna’s eyes swept across the room, his gaze setting on the bustling kitchen where you were too focused on. There was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes as he watched you move, completely absorbed in your culinary hobby. You once told him that it was just a hobby and it sticked to him.

As he approached to observe you, the noise of the kitchen seemed to dim. Sukuna’s presence filled the space around you. Sensing him, a prickling sensation at the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine. Can’t this day get any better?

Turning, you met his gaze head-on, your expression guarded. Yeah, still attractive. You roamed your eyes on his whole physique, with a quick glance at his folded arms that showed his defined biceps. Okay, wrong move because the fluttering pterodactyls in your stomach are back.This made you sigh and cut your gaze off him.

“What do you want?” You asked, your voice tinged with a hint of irritation and skepticism. Sukuna’s smirk only widened at your boldness, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“I came to see you, princess,” he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with charm. You swear even without looking at him, you can see his smug smile that you want to wipe off his face and kiss – okay, what the fuck was that?

You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious tone and breathed heavily to clear up your thoughts, choosing to focus on your cooking instead. Sukuna’s presence is a distraction you didn’t need, especially not today. To top it off, you’re not ready for another confrontation.

“I don’t have time for your games, Sukuna,” you retorted, your voice firm. “If you’re here to eat, then see yourself out.”

Sukuna chuckled at this with his hands unfolding to raise it to a low surrender pose, “I don’t have games for you, princess. You know that. Just came here to check in on you.”

“How did you even know I’m here?”

“Uraume.” Oh, yeah. Even though Uraume’s your trusted confidante, they also are Sukuna’s trusted confidante. It just works like that.

Sukuna’s response only fueled your frustration further. The pterodactyls in your stomach long gone. Of course, Uraume would rather reveal your whereabouts to him that tell you how they even got close with Sukuna. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance at that.

"I assure you, princess, I mean no harm," he reassured, his voice smooth as silk. "I simply wanted to see how you're holding up after last night.” Yeah, he’s here to gloat.

Last night. The mere mention of it sent a wave of emotions crashing over you – anger, betrayal, frustration. You clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your composure in front of him.

“I’m fine. You can have the fucking title as the head of the family all you want. I’m out of this family,” you replied curtly. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism, as he leaned casually against the wall near the door.

“Why leave?” He challenged, his voice dripping with casual disdain. “You’re just proving to your father that you’re not deserving to be a head. Too weak for this shit, princess?” 

“Oh, fuck off, ’Kuna. You don’t know anything,” you shot back, your tone sharp with annoyance.

Sukuna’s facade of nonchalance faltered for a moment, replaced by a feigned hurt expression. “It hurts my pride that you don’t acknowledge me that much, princess,” he said, his words clearly laced with mock sincerity.

“I can see it in your face,” he continued, his tone shifting to one of quiet intensity. “You don’t think I deserve to be the head.”

“Because you really don’t,” you retorted, your words cutting through the tension like a knife. “You’re not even blood-related to father, to us. Just a stranger who climbed up the ranks.” Yeah, you’re quite harsh on this one.

Sukuna’s smirk only widened at your brutal honesty. “Yet, a stranger better than the supposed one-and-only heir,” he quipped, his amusement evident.

Fed up with the conversation, you flipped him off. 

Sukuna chuckled, his laughter filling the space between you that made your eyes roll – you swear, you almost blacked out from that eye roll.

“Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me. I’m just a phone call away, princess. You know and I know that I’m on your speed dial,” he said with a wink and a smug smirk yet his tone is surprisingly genuine and a bit flirtatious.

But before he could make his exit, you called out to him, the desperation evident in your voice. “Wait.”

Oh, fuck his captivating eyes. Fuck his infuriatingly sexy smirk. Fuck the way his muscles strained against his tight shirt. Fuck those damn eyeglasses that he doesn’t even have to wear because he has a clear vision! Fuck everything, it’s all too much. I just need a way out so fuck my plan, too.

Sukuna paused, turning back to fix his gaze on you with a newfound intense curiosity glinting in his eyes. “Missed me already, princess?” His lips curled into a smug grin as he spoke, a hint of amusement lacing his words. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you gathered the courage to blurt out the unexpected request. 

“Marry me, ‘Kuna.”

[simpforfandom231]

Rapp’s curse PT2

warning: smut

a/n: this part is just a middle part because part 3 will be about Kate VS Reneé but patience my friends!

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As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day, Y/n walked alongside Ayla and Kimberly towards the drop-off spot on campus. Ayla glanced at Y/n with a smile. "Hey, Y/n, you can ride with one of us if you want. We don't mind waiting with you."

Y/n shook her head, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "Thanks, but Reneé's picking me up. She should be here in about 15 minutes."

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged understanding nods before hopping into Ayla's car and driving off, leaving Y/n to wait on a bench near the entrance.

As Y/n immersed herself in her book, the minutes ticked by slowly. After what felt like an eternity, a familiar figure approached, causing Y/n to look up with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"What do you want, Kate?" Y/n asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Kate smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just checking in on how your miserable life is going."

Y/n rolled her eyes, refusing to engage with Kate's baiting. "It's none of your business, Kate. Now, leave me alone."

Before Kate could respond, the sound of a car pulling up caught both of their attention. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she saw Reneé's sleek Range Rover approaching.

As Y/n stood up to greet her girlfriend, Reneé stepped out of the car and walked up behind Kate, a look of determination on her face. Y/n and Kate were both too preoccupied to notice her presence.

Kate scoffed, mockingly asking, "So, how's single life treating you?"

But before Y/n could respond, Reneé cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Actually, Y/n can't know how single life is because she wasn't single at all."

Kate turned around, her eyes widening in recognition as she locked eyes with Reneé. "Wait, you're Reneé Rapp, the singer?"

Reneé nodded, her expression guarded as she assessed the situation. Y/n rolled her eyes at Kate's sudden change in demeanor, knowing she was about to start fangirling.

"OMG, I'm such a huge fan! I loved you in Mean Girls!" Kate gushed, completely forgetting about her earlier hostility towards Y/n.

Y/n couldn't help but groan inwardly, feeling a headache coming on. Sensing that this might be Kate, her girlfriend's ex, Reneé stepped in, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

"Well, it's nice to meet a fan," Reneé said dryly, her gaze flickering towards Y/n. "Is everything alright here, cutie?"

Y/n nodded, relief flooding through her at Reneé's presence. "Yeah, everything's fine now that you're here."

Reneé flashed Y/n a reassuring smile before turning back to Kate, her tone firm. "Well, my girlfriend and I have places to be. So, if you'll excuse us..."

Reneé grabbed Y/n's bag and gestured for her to follow as they walked back to the car, leaving Kate standing there dumbfounded.

As Y/n settled into the passenger seat of Reneé's car, she couldn't shake the lingering tension from the encounter with Kate. She watched silently as Reneé placed her bag in the trunk before sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car, the engine purring to life.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Reneé glanced over at Y/n, her brow furrowed with concern. "Was that the ex you told me about?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Y/n nodded, her lips pressed into a tight line. "Yeah, that was Kate. She's... not exactly my favorite person."

Reneé hummed in understanding, her grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. "What's her deal?"

Y/n sighed, leaning back against the seat as she recounted her past with Kate. "She's just this rich bitch who was so spoiled by her parents that she's become arrogant and entitled. We dated for a while, but she cheated on me and broke my heart. I haven't been able to stand her since."

Reneé chuckled softly, the sound sending a warm flutter through Y/n's chest. "Well, apparently she's a huge fan of mine."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm not surprised. She always loved to flaunt her connections and try to impress people. I’m surprised she didn’t start flirting with you."

Reneé smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, she'll be sorely disappointed then. I'm already taken."

Y/n felt a rush of affection for her girlfriend, grateful for Reneé's unwavering loyalty and protectiveness. "Yeah, you are," Y/n said with a smile, reaching over to intertwine her fingers with Reneé's.

As Reneé slipped on her sunglasses, she glanced over at Y/n with a smirk. "Mind if I put the windows down?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

Y/n grinned, reaching for her own sunglasses. "Go for it," she replied, nodding in approval.

With a flick of her wrist, Reneé activated the window controls, sending a rush of fresh air flooding into the car. Y/n couldn't help but smile as the wind tousled her hair, the sensation refreshing against her skin.

Turning to Reneé, Y/n decided to break the silence by asking, "So, how was your day?"

Reneé glanced over at Y/n, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Why? Trying to get me to talk so you can stare at me?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in Reneé's teasing words. "Maybe," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

Reneé chuckled, leaning back casually in her seat as she continued to drive. The orange glow of the setting sun cast a warm hue over her features, accentuating her beauty in a way that took Y/n's breath away.

Y/n found herself mesmerized by the sight, unable to tear her gaze away from her girlfriend. She watched as Reneé's blonde curls danced in the wind, her heart swelling with love and admiration.

Suddenly, Reneé broke the silence with a sly grin. "So, did you actually hear what I said, or were you too busy staring at me, cutie?"

Caught off guard, Y/n stuttered for a moment before regaining her composure. "Um, I, uh... I heard you," she stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

Reneé laughed, reaching over to squeeze Y/n's hand affectionately. "Don't worry, babe. I don't mind being your distraction."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Reneé's playful reassurance, feeling grateful for the lighthearted banter between them.

As they pulled into the driveway, Y/n couldn't resist teasing Reneé a little. "You know, Rapp, for someone who claims to be a badass, you sure are a softie when it comes to driving."

Reneé grinned, pretending to ignore Y/n's teasing as she turned off the engine. "Hey, I just like to make sure my passengers are comfortable," she replied with mock seriousness.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that Reneé hadn't taken the bait and fired back with her own teasing. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Rapp.

As they both climbed out of the car, Reneé casually asked, "So, any assignments due tomorrow?"

Y/n's disappointment grew as she realized Reneé was intentionally avoiding their usual banter. "Nope, nothing for tomorrow," she replied with a shrug.

Reneé smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she walked towards the house. "Good to hear," she said cryptically.

Confused by Reneé's behavior, Y/n followed her girlfriend inside, curiosity gnawing at her. "Why'd you ask?" she inquired, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Reneé turned to face Y/n, a warm smile gracing her lips. "I just wanted your full attention tonight," she admitted, her voice soft with affection. "You've been working late all week, and I missed you."

Y/n's heart melted at Reneé's sweet words, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Aw, Rapp, you're such a sap," she teased, reaching over to grab her bag from the trunk.

Reneé chuckled, leaning down to pet their two Boxers, Freddy and Charlie, who were eagerly waiting by the door. "Guilty as charged," she replied with a grin.

As they walked into the house together, Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Reneé's thoughtfulness. She tossed her bag onto the couch and followed Reneé into the kitchen, where Reneé was already rummaging through the fridge.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" Y/n asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Reneé pulled out ingredients.

Reneé glanced over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye. "How about I cook something special for my favorite person in the world?" she suggested, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/n grinned, feeling her heart swell with love for her girlfriend. "Sounds perfect," she replied, reaching out to pet Freddy and Charlie as they padded over to join them in the kitchen.

As Y/n leaned against the counter, watching Reneé effortlessly move around the kitchen as she began prepping dinner, a mischievous smirk danced across her lips. She couldn't help but admire the way Reneé's perfectly sculpted ass looked in those tight jeans.

Reneé caught the smirk out of the corner of her eye, and without even looking up from her task, she smirked back. "Enjoying the view, babe?" she teased, her tone playful.

Y/n couldn't resist the invitation, and with a sly grin, she sauntered up behind Reneé, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her lips softly against the back of Reneé's neck. "Oh, you have no idea," Y/n murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Reneé giggled, but she couldn't hide the slight arch of her back as she leaned into Y/n's touch. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, her voice tinged with amusement.

Feeling emboldened by Reneé's response, Y/n's hands began to wander, sliding up beneath Reneé's shirt and tracing soft patterns across her abdomen. "You just look so damn good in those jeans," Y/n whispered, her breath hot against Reneé's skin.

Reneé let out a soft groan, the sound causing a shiver to run down Y/n's spine. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice husky with desire.

As Y/n hugged Reneé from behind, she couldn't resist teasing her even further. "You know, Rapp, you're like a master chef in those jeans," she whispered seductively, her lips brushing against Reneé's ear.

Reneé chuckled, her movements becoming slightly more erratic as Y/n's words sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh yeah? And what does that make you?" she teased back, her voice husky with desire.

Y/n grinned, trailing her fingers teasingly down Reneé's sides. "Your willing sous chef, of course," she replied, her tone dripping with playful innuendo.

Feeling emboldened by Y/n's teasing, Reneé pushed her hips back into Y/n's, the contact sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Y/n couldn't help but groan at the sensation, her hands tightening around Reneé's waist as she pressed her body even closer. "You're playing with fire, Rapp," she warned, her breath hot against Reneé's skin.

Reneé smirked, turning slightly to face Y/n as she continued to chop vegetables. "And you're the one holding the match," she replied, her eyes smoldering with desire.

As Y/n continued to hug Reneé from behind, she could feel the heat building between them with every movement. The way Reneé pushed her hips back into Y/n's own was driving her wild, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Unable to resist the temptation, Y/n leaned in closer to Reneé, her voice dripping with seduction. "You're playing a dangerous game, Rapp," she murmured, her breath hot against Reneé's skin. "But I like it."

Reneé tried to focus on chopping the vegetables, but the seductive tone in Y/n's voice was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the second, the desire pooling low in her belly.

Y/n couldn't help but tease Reneé even further, her voice husky with desire. "Tell me, babe," she whispered, her lips brushing against Reneé's ear. "Where do you want me?"

Reneé struggled to maintain her composure, her grip tightening on the knife as she fought to keep her mind on the task at hand. "I... I need to chop these vegetables," she managed to stammer out, her voice strained with desire.

Undeterred, Y/n continued to press against Reneé, her hand trailing down to the button of Reneé's jeans. With a teasing smirk, she began to slowly undo the button, feeling Reneé's arousal growing with every touch.

Reneé let out a soft groan, her body trembling with need as Y/n's fingers worked their magic. "Y/n... please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n pressed even closer to Reneé, her fingers teasingly brushing against the fabric of Reneé's jeans. "Tell me where you want it, Reneé," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Reneé abandoned the vegetables altogether, pressing herself even more firmly against Y/n. "Right here," she gasped, her voice filled with longing as she held onto the counter for support.

Feeling a rush of triumph, Y/n pressed two fingers against Reneé, sliding them in slowly and teasingly. "Is this where you want it, babe?" she asked, her voice filled with seduction.

Reneé could only groan in response, her body trembling with pleasure as she gave in to the sensations overwhelming her. And as she felt Y/n's smirk against her skin, she knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

As Y/n felt Reneé push her hips even further into her own, she couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a mischievous grin, she turned Reneé around, her hands deftly pulling down Reneé's pants until they pooled around her ankles.

Reneé's breath hitched in anticipation as Y/n dropped to her knees, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed up at her girlfriend. Without a word, Y/n leaned in, her tongue teasingly flicking against Reneé's clit as she began to eat her out.

Reneé let out a loud moan, her hips bucking instinctively as she grabbed onto Y/n's hair, urging her closer and deeper. "Yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure.

Y/n responded eagerly to Reneé's guidance, her tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision as she continued to pleasure her girlfriend. With every movement, Reneé's cries grew louder, her arousal spurring Y/n on even further.

"Oh god, Y/n," Reneé cried out, her voice echoing through the kitchen as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Y/n could feel the tension building within Reneé, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she brought her closer and closer to climax. With one final push, Reneé cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

As Reneé caught her breath, Y/n looked up at her with adoration, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You're amazing, Reneé," she murmured, her voice filled with praise. "Absolutely incredible."

Reneé smiled back, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude for her girlfriend. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "I love you."

As Y/n rose to her feet, she couldn't resist the urge to pull Reneé into a deep, passionate kiss, their lips melding together in a heated embrace. Reneé tasted herself on Y/n's lips, the flavor only adding to the intensity of the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/n couldn't help but tease Reneé with a playful grin. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry now," she quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Reneé rolled her eyes with a chuckle, her cheeks flushing slightly at Y/n's suggestive comment. "Yeah, I bet you are," she replied, her tone laced with sarcasm as she pulled her pants back up.

Y/n laughed, reaching out to playfully swat at Reneé's arm. "Hey, a girl's gotta eat," she joked, her voice filled with playful banter.

Reneé shook her head with a fond smile, unable to resist the infectious energy of her girlfriend. "Well, let's finish dinner first, and then we can talk about satisfying your appetite," she teased back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

With a final laugh, they returned to the task at hand, their playful banter filling the air as they finished preparing dinner together. And as they sat down to eat, their laughter echoed through the kitchen, a testament to the deep connection and love they shared.

The next morning Y/n, Ayla, and Kimberly walked to their class, they suddenly found themselves face-to-face with Kate, who was blocking their path with a scowl on her face.

Kate growled, "Watch where you're going, losers."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Kate's attitude. "Sorry, we didn't see you there," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Kate made a snarky comment about Y/n's attitude, her eyes narrowing with malice. "You always were such a bitch, Y/n."

Y/n's jaw clenched at Kate's words, but she refused to back down. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice laced with thinly veiled anger.

Kate stepped closer to Y/n, her expression menacing. "You heard me," she sneered. "You think you're so tough now that you're with that famous singer, Reneé Rapp."

Y/n's fists clenched at her sides, her patience wearing thin. "You don't know anything about me or my relationship," she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.

Kate smirked, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Oh, please. Everyone knows you're just using her for fame and money."

Y/n's blood boiled at Kate's words, and before she could stop herself, she was inches away from Kate's face, her voice low and dangerous. "You listen to me, Kate," she hissed. "Keep Reneé out of your mouth, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Kate scoffed, unfazed by Y/n's threat. "Please, like I'm scared of you," she retorted, her tone dripping with contempt.

Y/n's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes flashing with fury. "You should be," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a final sneer, Kate turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Y/n seething with anger. As she took a deep breath to calm herself, Ayla and Kimberly exchanged worried glances, knowing that Y/n's fiery temper was not to be underestimated.

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hi girll !

i saw that you post the long distance relationship with hector that was my request..so thanks 🫶🏼🫶🏼

is that possible to have one more imagine with hector ? like something the reader is an influencer and she became famous really quickly and get a lot of followers. and one day hector dms her and they start talking and few weeks after she went to barcelona for his birthday and to enjoy time with him and they are really closed. (i don’t have a lot of inspiration but at the end, they finished in love…)

thanks !!

OUT IN THE OPEN - HÉCTOR FORT

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Héctor Fort x influencer! reader

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My rise to internet fame was nothing short of wild. One day, I was posting beauty tips and lifestyle content for my small group of followers, and the next, my account blew up overnight.

Suddenly, I was an influencer, with brand deals, interviews, and thousands of people watching my every move.

It was surreal, to say the least. But nothing—and I mean nothing—could have prepared me for that DM.

Hector Fort. Yes, the Hector Fort. Barcelona's rising football star, DMing me out of the blue.

It started so casually, with him commenting on one of my photos where I was in Barcelona during a quick weekend getaway: "Next time you’re here, let me give you a real tour of the city."

At first, I thought it was a prank. Maybe some fan account or a really convincing fake profile. But no, the blue checkmark was there, and after doing some internet sleuthing, I confirmed it was him. The real Hector.

I stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out how to respond without sounding like a complete fangirl. I typed out something witty: "A real tour, huh? Is that a promise?"

From there, it snowballed. What started as simple back-and-forth messages turned into daily conversations.

We talked about everything—football, life in the spotlight, my sudden fame, and his matches. It felt natural, easy, like I had known him for years.

One night, about two weeks in, Hector mentioned his birthday was coming up. He was casual about it, but there was an invitation hidden in his words.

"You should come to Barcelona for my birthday," he texted me one evening. "I’ll show you that tour I promised."

The flight to Barcelona felt like it took forever. It wasn’t my first time in the city, but it was definitely the most nerve-wracking. I was finally going to meet Hector in person.

I arrived in Barcelona a day before his birthday, and we planned to meet up at his place later that night.

My stomach churned with nerves as I approached the door, my heart racing in anticipation.

The door swung open, and there he was—Hector, looking even better than in his photos. His smile was warm and inviting, and I instantly felt a little more at ease.

“You made it,” he said, pulling me into a hug, his voice a little muffled as he spoke into my hair.

“I did,” I smiled, relaxing into the hug. “Happy early birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Come on, let’s make this weekend unforgettable.”

The next few days were a blur of birthday celebrations, late-night talks, and just enjoying each other’s company. Hector was exactly like he’d been over the phone—funny, thoughtful, and always making me laugh.

On the day of his match, I sat in the stands with the VIPs, watching him warm up on the field. I’d never been much of a football fan before, but watching Hector out there, so focused and in his element, made my heart swell with pride.

I was completely lost in the game, cheering him on with every touch of the ball.

When Barcelona scored, I jumped to my feet, clapping and shouting with the crowd. Hector glanced toward the stands, searching until his eyes met mine.

Even from the pitch, I saw the faint smile spread across his face. That moment made my heart flutter.

As the final whistle blew, signaling Barcelona’s victory, the players began celebrating on the field. The atmosphere was electric, with fans singing and chanting.

I watched Hector as he made his way toward the tunnel, but before he disappeared into the locker room, he turned and started walking in my direction.

My heart pounded as he came closer, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel people staring, whispers swirling around me, but I didn’t care. Hector reached the edge of the stands and smiled up at me.

“You came all this way,” he said softly, his voice carrying over the noise of the stadium.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said, smiling down at him, my heart racing in my chest.

He hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the crowd of fans and cameras. Then, he stepped forward, reaching for my hand. “You know people are going to talk, right?” he asked, his voice low and serious. “They already are.”

I glanced around, noticing the people already snapping photos and recording us. I could see the headlines in my head, but I didn’t care. I squeezed his hand and met his gaze.

“Let them talk,” I said firmly, smiling. “I don’t care.”

Hector’s face lit up, his eyes softening. Without another word, he leaned in and kissed me—right there in front of thousands of people.

His lips were warm and soft against mine, and for a moment, the entire stadium seemed to fade away.

The crowd around us erupted in cheers and gasps, but all I could focus on was Hector. His kiss was gentle but firm, filled with unspoken feelings we hadn’t yet put into words.

When we finally pulled apart, Hector grinned at me, his hand still holding mine. “Guess it’s official now, huh?”

I laughed, breathless. “I’d say so.”

Hector chuckled, giving my hand a squeeze before heading back toward the locker room. But not before turning back and flashing me a playful wink.

[rowretro]

ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤

✧taglist✧: @eclipse-777

✧warnings: F-boy Sunghoon so mentions of sex ig, may be a lil suggestive, possessive hoon

❁synopsis: The campus hottie, was practically perfect, smart handsome talented and rumour has it among the girls, good in bed. The male is a fuck boy, a jerk face, never once wanted to fall in love after having his heart broken once by an unlucky bitch. Heck he believed he'd be like that forever, until he came across the new girl. Yang y/n.

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✧❁PART 2/???❁✧

Y/n was simply having lunch with Danielle, the two talking about random things, changing the subject every 30 seconds. Not too far from them, Sunghoon harshly rejected a girl, saying he was in love with a girl, looking over at y/n with lovestruck eyes in hopes that the girl would feel some sort of trust seeing this. She didn't even care. Smiling as she sipped on her cherry flavoured drink with a smile.

Hell even when walking to class, she had Sunghoon running after her, the way his fangirls ran behind him. Fuck the girls were pissed. How the fuck does an average girl like that have the most stunning man wrapped around her finger? in their eyes, she wasn't even pretty, all that he was seeing was makeup, cakey makeup. Sunghoon didn't care about any of that though.

He fell in love with her for a different reason. See in his eyes, she's all the beauty he needs. He fucking loves her that's all they need to know. When he wakes up, he wants to wake up knowing she's safe in his arms. He wants his heart to flutter at her genuine smile. He wants to hold her hand and take her out on romantic dates. Fuck he just wants to be the reason behind her smiling like an idiot. Is that too much to ask for?

"Why are you in love with me?!" y/n asked as Sunghoon froze. "What reason should I say when there are so many?" Sunghoon asked as Y/n sighed "Tell me every single reason. There can't possibly be a whole 10-paged essay of reasons that you need to read out to me" y/n added with a scoff as Sunghoon just snickerred.

Sunghoon just stared at her, lovestruck, "How could I not fall in love with you?... Your lips, how they form into a genuine smile, your cheeks that I so badly want to pinch, your eyes that I just can't ever stop staring into, it feels like I've known you for years though we just met, you tend to say so much about how much you hate your nose, but I don't see why you keep complaining about something so perfect, I envy you for it." he started as y/n's eyes met his.

"When I look at you, I just want to hold you in my arms, to be the reason behind your warm smile, to run around in the rain and eat ice cream, whisper so many cheesy sweet nothings into your ear, spoil you with affection, to spill all my secrets, my fears, everything to you, I want to be able to be vulnerable around you, fuck I just want you. your love, to know that after a rough day, I can come home to you." Sunghoon said. He was so goddamn genuine.

Heck, even Danielle saw how genuine he was, he was being honest. Any one could turn to see him and immediately say that's a man in love. Everyone was shocked. The playboy has never said such cheesy things to a girl before. In their eyes he was doing everything to take his virginity, very few realized the playboy is no longer a playboy. Some girls were just jealous, whichever one it was, they hated that he treated y/n like that.

Y/n just stared into his eyes, clearly captivated by his words, but then she blinked, looking away, she bit her lip as she stared down. "Wow... you sound so cheesy. I can't believe you thought I'd fall for a stunt like that. Everyone knows what you want Sunghoon. Once a playboy, always a playboy. Only in a netflix cringe drama would we be possible." She simply said as she walked off, dragging Danielle with her.

Sunghoon was not going to give up, not now not ever. He saw her eyes, fuck he almost had her. She's playing hard to get but he'll break the ice. She needs way more than love she needs commitment, and he can give her more than anything she could dream of.

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✧❁PART 3❁✧

[albed-hoe]

Heart-pounding Performance

Characters: Lyney x M!Reader

Summary: Lyney may be a bigger fan of Teyvat's greatest male popstar than he thought...

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of big crowds (I could never be a celebrity just for this lol)

Word count: 837

A/n: I’ve been obsessed with I Am by Ive (lol) for a couple of months now, but that didn’t really inspire me for anything I just felt like promoting my favs, go stream rnnnn!! This is by far the winning vote of the poll for the moment, if you haven't voted yet click this link because there are still 3 prompts that are pretty close and a bunch of days left on the vote!

You did have your fan base, but it seemed as if none other liked you as much as the Great Magician of Fontaine did.

A few months ago, Lyney had been caught up in an impromptu street magic performance at the Court of Fontaine. The crowd of onlookers huddled close with wide eyes as he made various objects disappear, seemingly into thin air. However, just as Lyney was about to make a whole deck of cards fly from one hand to the other, his eyes swept across the crowd only for them to lock onto yours. Unlike most of the crowd, you were watching with curious eyes, but without making a sound. Although you were further behind everyone else, Lyney still could not help himself from getting lost in those pools of [E/C].

And although it felt like he had been staring at you for an eternity, only a few seconds had passed before the whole deck of cards came fluttering down from the sky, scattering around his feet. The cards brushing against his face finally snapped him out of his daze. He stared at the cards in disbelief while he tried to find his bearings.

“Ah-” Was all he managed to utter before a shade of red crept onto his face. He, the Great Magician of Fontaine, had just messed up a trick in public. This was all because he had been ogling the greatest male pop star in all Teyvat, yourself.

All he managed to do was scratch the back of his head in confusion, his blush darkening when the crowd began to laugh. Not only that, but you were there watching, of all people… He looked up to see you smiling at him, chuckling in amusement. Great…

As he bent down to begin picking his cards up, the crowd got bored and dispersed. A few moments later, an elegant hand grabbed the same card he had just reached for, brushing against his. He lifted his eyes and met yours, his mouth hanging open.

“Oh, apologies, I just thought I’d help you pick them up!” You pulled your hand back and rubbed it nervously, looking away from Lyney. His mouth closed, and then he smiled politely, feeling better that he was not the only embarrassed one.

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That was how you had met each other, attending each other’s shows every so often thereafter. Lyney knew of you before you had met in person, you were, after all, a very popular singer. His sister would even poke light fun at him for being a stan and for his puppy crush on you. What he did not expect, however, was to fall completely head over heels for you after your first meeting.

All this brings him to his current predicament: some of your fangirls were screaming at the top of their lungs at your performance, blocking the view of you on stage. Lyney was not tall, so this was a reoccurring problem for him at most of your concerts. His annoyance only grew as you finished performing a song, having seen you for a total of about three seconds. As you began talking to the crowd, the group of fangirls would scream their answers back at you at ear-piercing levels of noise.

“You know, I don’t think this night would be complete without inviting a lucky fan on the stage…” You said, his ears perking up. “Let’s see, how about…” Your finger travels across the audience, fans screaming louder when it passes by them. “You, over there! With the blonde hair!” Lyney looks up, your finger pointed at him in the crowd. One of the fangirls in front of him starts screaming, mistaking your pick for her.

“Haha, not you, silly. The boy behind you!” Confirming you meant him, Lyney gets ushered up the stairs to the stage by a security guard. He takes your outstretched hand in awe as he admires your tousled hair glowing in the spotlights. Your smile captivates him as you pull him towards the center of the stage.

“Hey guys, isn’t this the Great Magician of Fontaine, Lyney? What in Teyvat is he doing at my show?” You ask the crowd playfully. Oh, this was going to start some Twitter (not X eww😒) discourse later.

“Well, it’s good that he’s here, because I wanted to give him a little present on stage before we finish tonight.” You put the microphone down and turn to him, taking his face in your hand and speaking directly to him.

“Hopefully, this doesn’t start too many fan wars.” You tell him before leaning in and pressing a kiss on his cheek. The crowd goes wild as you pull away and smile at him. Lyney hears the girls who were blocking his view go crazy before he smiles back and holds your hands in his.

“I hope so too...” Twitter blew up over the next few days, but both your stan groups cross-stanned and shipped you together before the show, so their dreams came true as well.

I’m not super satisfied with this one but my brain was dry asl sorry :( I’ll probably be back after the weekend since I’ll be away without wifi. See you all soon!

[rr311]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Calling Them Pretty﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸. 𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖨. 𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨. 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖴 𝖱. 𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖴 𝖮.

cw/tw. luff, light sexual themes

an. yoooo 🪿 haven’t wrote head cannons in awhile, especially for my boys 💆🏽‍♀️ so as a make up post i wrote these small cute head cannons of the blue lock boys. But anywhooo enjoy!.

summary. - you call them pretty

𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨

Poor guy, didn’t even know how to react to the compliment.

Being Japans #1 striker always came with a lot. A lot of money, a lot of paparazzi, a lot of haters and a lot of fan girls. THIRSTY fan girls at that, everywhere he went there were fangirls, giving him gifts, giving him compliments, such as calling him hot, sexy, cute etc etc. He was used to it all learning how to grow from it, taking the compliments and moving on with his day..but.

When it came to you calling him such names? His whole face was red as a tomato!

You were sitting up against the headboard of your guys' shared bed you watching your tv series and Isagi laying on your stomach on his phone scrolling through whatever as your hands were in his locks messaging his scalp. When your tv show switched to an commercial you averted your gaze to your boyfriend just looking at him, he had just came in 10 minutes ago after training with his team all pooped out with fluffed out hair and a lazy gaze as he just laid down with you cuddling close to you laying his head down at his favorite spot.

You smiled softly to yourself as you looked at him. He was just..so..fucking pretty?! His soft skin tone shining off the sunlight that peaked through the curtain, his soft fluffy hair scattered on his forehead and in between your fingers and those pretty blue eyes..you really hit the jackpot with this one. You hummed ruffling your hand through his hair, “You’re so pretty Yoi.” You murmured, Isagi froze mid way swiping as he heard the compliment feeling his face go red, he let his phone slip from his hand moving his head towards your face seeing a smile watching his reaction, “H-Huh?” You giggled lightly rolling your eyes, “I said you’re pretty Yoichi.” Isagi began feeling his heart start to flutter. You said he was pretty..He started to feel all mushy inside just hearing that from you. I mean yeah he gets all sorts of compliments from girls and even guys but when it comes to you? He was a locksick lover boy for your compliments, sometimes you wonder how you can make someone who literally threatens people on the field fold like this. It was like a secret super power only you and Isagi knew about, “Oh..thank you.” Is all he said still feeling flustered from the comment, you only shook your head in response grabbing both his cheeks leaning down to peck his lips which he gladly accepted softly sighing.

“You’re welcome, you dork.”

𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖧𝖨

Just like Isagi, he didn’t know how to react.

Rin got all types of compliments from fan girls and guys. It was nothing new to him in honesty, he would either simply nod his head or just ignore them moving on with his day. He was getting sick of it day by day but kept his composure just letting it run by not wanting to cause a big deal out of it…but.

When it came to you..? He was like a 13 year old middle schooler!

He should’ve expected it but since you rarely compliment him worried you’ll annoy him in some way it never fails to catch him off guard. It all happened when he came home after training with the others spotting you in the kitchen making dinner for the both of you, he did his usual routine whenever he came home seeing you in sight. Take off his shoes, places his keys in the key bowl, places his training bag by the door, walking over to where you were and kiss you on the top of your head, smiling to yourself feeling his warm hands be placed on your hips as he passes by you. “How did training go?” You questioned placing the meat in the oven hearing him hum, “Good i guess, we didn’t do much.” He mumbled, humming to yourself you walked towards him wrapping your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to the side looking up at him as he stared at you with those gorgeous teal eyes.

Sometimes you forget how fucking pretty he is. Those teal eyes and long eyelashes? Phew no wonder girls and guys are always screaming for him, “Have i ever told how pretty you are?” Rin tensed up in your arms hearing the comment having a small blush for feeling his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to react he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t mad at it no more like..wanting to hear that more from you type feeling. He didn’t know if he should say thank you, brush it off or something! So instead he scoffed looking away, “Shut up.” He mumbled you only rolled your eyes at the flustered man leaning up to peck his check, “Whatever you say you big baby.” You chuckled but soon yelped feeling him pinch your hip in return with a small grin on his face,

“Ow you ass!”

𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖧𝖨

Sae didn’t know how to take compliments so bro kinda had an error.

The older Itoshi brother with the same teal eyes had the same long eyelashes but a different personality, far from his little brother. Sae didn’t really care nor paid attention to the comments girls and guys said to him, they call him cute and hot? Okay cool and moves on with his day. But in reality he didn’t know how to take compliments so it’s sorta awkward for him when does receive them which is why you barely compliment him, his little secret is he likes it when you compliment him but he just doesn’t know how to take it!.

You and Sae were both laid on bed as it’s his day off finally from training with the team, you were surprised he decided to use it to lay in bed with you all day..not really all day but you get it. You were laid up against him hearing his soft heart beat and small breaths as he’s still asleep, he held you close against him, his arms were wrapped around your waist and his hand twitching every now and then, you were wide awake taking in the soft comfort as your hands played with his red locks combing your hand through them watching it go straight through as you soon sighed pulling back enough to see his face in view. Even when he’s asleep he looks so pretty, you moved your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, softly rubbing it against his cheek, secretly he was awake but kept his eyes close wanting to enjoy this moment with you.

You hummed, “You look so pretty even when you’re sleeping.” Sae had almost snapped his eyes open but kept them close hoping you didn’t see his eyelids flutter, for some reason he felt his body start to warm up and heart flipping. He wanted to open his eyes and give you a small rare smile in return and hug you but again he didn’t know how to handle it, so instead he stayed sleep hoping you would go back to bed but- “Did your eyelids just flutter? ARE YOU AWAKE?!” Shit. Not saying anything he turned the other way from you facing the closet as you sat up with an offensive face.

“Sae!”

𝖱𝖸𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖮𝖴

Motherfucker was cocky.

Shidou was a sucker for compliments because he knows it’s true. Fan girls or guys would literally come up to him saying how hot and fine he is, and you wanna know what his response would be? It wouldn’t be “Thank you” No it would be, “I know.” And would keep walking! Cocky ole bastard. You swear how did you manage to date such a guy? But we’re you really complaining about it…? No in all honesty you hit the fucking jack pot!

When it came to your compliments he made sure to be extra cocky with you since you’re his girlfriend.

You were laying in your shared bed as you were scrolling on instagram as you waited for Shidou to come out of the shower. It’s been a good awhile now since he got in after you yelled at him to get his ass in the shower after he tried to kiss you smelling like a literal gym. You knew he took long showers but now you’re wondering what he was doing now, right as you were about to call for him he walked out the bathroom as your eyes instantly started to check him out. His hair was down and wet, his tone abs were on display with water trickling down his chest towards his abs and his v-line showing, damn. He smirked seeing your eyes trail him, “You like what you see sweetheart?” Hell yeah you did, you nodded your head with no shame as you climbed off the bed walking towards his taller figure. “Indeed i do,” You giggled playfully trailing your fingertips across his abs, maintaining eye contact with a raised brow, even though he looked like a 5 course meal right now he also looked so pretty..his long blonde eyelashes those gorgeous pink eyes and his mixed hair slicked back with a few strands sticking to his forehead.

You tilted your head to the side, “You look so pretty with your hair down,” You murmured seeing him smirk, “Yeah? Am I not pretty when my hair is up?” He questioned with a raised brow, you rolled your eyes, “i never said that you cocky bastard.” Shidou chuckled deeply, pulling you closer to his wet frame, leaning his face close to yours, “Don’t be like that doll, you know i’m right.” You scoffed, “Do I though?” He clicked his tongue with that same grin on his face,  “You sassy little devil.” He sighed in defeat hovering his lips over yours , smiling at the victory,

“You cocky demon boy.”

𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖴 𝖮𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖱

Cocky about it and liked to tease you.

Oliver knew how hot he was i mean- cmon it’s literally Aiku Oliver. All types of fans would fawn over him anytime they see him out in public, it’s not that hard to spot him honestly. Just look out for a 6’2, black haired, purple and green eyed, bearded giant man and boom he’ll literally be there, when it came to all the comments about him he would smile in response nodding his head then moving on with his day but when it came to your comments?

He made sure to add extra spice to the flame.

It was 10 pm at night and you were enjoying your evening in the bathtub with perfectly warm water and bubbles floating on the surface covering your chest as you leaned back relaxing, you breathed out heavily with your eyes closed feeling the warmth hit your body relaxing your tensed muscles. Soon enough your ears perked up to the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing as well as water being moved around, sighing to yourself you opened your eyes to come in contact with purple and green ones staring right back at you, “You’re interrupting my peace, Oliver.” You sassed hearing a deep chuckled, easing his hands in the air, “Oh am i now? So sorry your majesty i didn’t know the bath was being occupied right now.” You scoffed splashing some of the water at him as he laughed in response, leaning up from the tub to lean over dragging his hands through the water towards your hips bringing you closer to him, which you gladly aloud wrapping your hands around his neck staring into his hands as he stared into yours.

His eyes were so pretty..the green and purple really matched him so well. Aiku raised a brow watching as you stared at him, “There something on my face?.” He questioned and you shook your head, “No..you’re just really pretty.” You mumbled, Aiku grinned hearing your soft voice comment him feeling his heart flutter as he leaned forward hovering his lips over yours, “Yeah?” He whispered, you nodded your head, “Yeah..” You whispered back knowing exactly how this is gonna end, with no hesitation he closed the gap between the both of you gripping his hand against your waist hearing a soft moan leave past your lips. You tilted your head to the head deepening the kiss as your mouths moved in sync with each other, he smiled in between the kiss groaning softly as you shifted on top of him,

You pulled away from lack of air going towards his neck leaving small love bites and hickeys around, he let out a breathless chuckle feeling you bite in his skin, “Aren’t you a desperate little thing hm?” He teased, and you were. He knew exactly what he was doing when he got his ass in the bathtub knowing full and well you were in here, you pulled away from his neck staring down at the marks you left him with a satisfied grin.

“Not desperate, just marking what’s mine, pretty boy.”

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 4 - Coffee, Compassion, and Healing Hearts

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: A little coffee & conversation goes a long way.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attack, anxiety

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

After returning from Jensen's, sleep escaped me entirely. The night replayed in my mind like a vivid movie: the warmth of his hands, his head leaning gently against mine, and the heartbreak engraved across his face.

I didn't know what he was going through or the events that had led him here, but seeing him in such pain tore me apart. I've always been empathetic—too much, some would say. When someone cries, I cry. When fear grips someone, I'm afraid too. But with Jensen, it was intense. Even when he didn't shed tears, I felt an urge to cry for him.

Morning arrived unnoticed, and I groggily checked my phone, relieved to find it was already 11:00. Thank goodness for the day off.

My thoughts immediately turned to Jensen. He had invited me for coffee today, but was that still on? I didn't want him to feel obligated after last night. Yet, without his number, I couldn't confirm our plans. Frustrated, I rolled out of bed and searched through my closet, debating what to wear just in case.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself at the fact that I was stressing over what to wear. Despite our rocky start, I couldn't deny the flutter of feelings whenever I thought of him—a silly crush like a schoolgirl. But I decided against dressing up, opting for casual wear. I didn't want him to misinterpret my intentions, especially after his fangirl comment the other day.

It took three attempts before I finally made it to his doorstep. Each time, anxiety almost sent me home. But taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and knocked. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Jensen's handsome face.

"Hi, Jensen, I wasn't sure what time—" I started nervously.

He smiled warmly, cutting me off. "Now is perfect. Come on in."

I nodded gratefully, stepping into his home and taking in the daylight-lit surroundings. Last night hadn't given me a good look, but now I could appreciate the cozy kitchen which was three times larger than mine with its welcoming blue cabinets, surrounding the area like a warm hug.

Jensen pulled out a stool for me and started preparing coffee, and taking supplies out.

"So, how was the rest of your night?" I questioned awkwardly, unsure what to say.

"It was alright," he replied softly, meeting my eyes briefly. "I checked on the kids after you left. They were okay once I explained what had happened."

I nodded, accepting the coffee he handed me with thanks. "And your'e night?" he asked, sitting beside me on a bar stool.

"It was alright, I didn't get much sleep," I spoke quietly.

His gaze fell on me, guilt spreading across his face nearly causing me to choke on my coffee. "No no, not because of you. I just couldn't shut my brain off.

He nodded in understanding, sipping his own coffee in thoughtful silence.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, anxiously twisting the mug in my hands. "I'm not great at this."

He smiled gently, turning to face me. "You're doing fine. I'm sorry about last night, though. That's not how I wanted you to see me, or anybody to see me for that matter."

I nodded sympathetically, feeling for him. He usually radiated confidence, strength, and humour—the typical charismatic celebrity. Showing himself in such a vulnerable light must have been very difficult for him.

"Well... I don't think any less of you for it," I assured him quietly.

He chuckled softly, his mile returning briefly. "You still see me as the famous guy next door?"

I smiled shyly as my head dropped to my fingers. "We should clear that up."

He froze, his smile fading. "I was just kidding."

"I know," I replied gently. "But before we get too neighbourly, I need to say something. I can't imagine what it's like to be in your shoes, meeting someone new and wondering if their a fan who is trying to intrude in your life."

He interrupted quickly, touching my arm lightly, sending a warm shiver through me. "Y/N, I was out of line—"

"Let me finish," I insisted, placing my hand over his, captivated by his green eyes. "Even though that's not what you meant, I'm sure it crossed your mind when we first met. I saw it, Jensen. I know there were doubts, especially that night you offered to pay for my window and I declined. You looked surprised, like no one had ever expected nothing from you."

"Yeah... you're right," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping.

"I'm not your fan," I confirmed softly, locking eyes with him. "I'm your neighbour, and I hope we can be friends."

A spark flashed in his eyes as he met my gaze. "I'd like that," he said sincerely.

We fell into a comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and discussing unimportant things. Eventually, Jensen suggested we move to the backyard for some fresh air. It felt easier now, less awkward than our previous encounters.

"So," I began as we settled outside, catching his attention. "Do you want to talk about last night?"

He sighed, pushing his hair back with a hint of embarrassment. I quickly spoke again, "If you don't it's okay.."

He shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "No, I really should talk about it, if you don't mind."

"Of course," I assured him, waiting patiently as he gathered his thoughts. Noticing the way he fiddled with his fingers, intrigued by the way he was so careful with what to say and how to say it.

"I... guess everything just overwhelmed me last night," he started slowly, his hands fidgeting. "It's been tough since my wife and I split almost a year ago. It blindsided me. Almost a year ago, my wife told me she wanted to split up, break up, whatever you want to call it. We were having problems, but I didn't know we were at that point."

He paused, his gaze focusing on his fingers before he cleared his throat and continued. "Uh, so since then we have been sharing custody of the kids, and with my show ending, I've been trying to balance focusing on the kids and going to auditions. Yesterday when you heard me shouting outside, she promised to take them and she went on a date instead. I had to find that out through a friend, it triggered everything."

I instinctively reached over and grabbed his hand, noting the small smile spread across his face as his eyes flickered to mine, then back down. "So, I missed the audition, my agent was pissed, and my wife.. ex wife, is moving on while I feel stuck in place. Along with the fact that I'm pretty sure my kids hate me, it just all... overwhelmed me."

I squeezed his hand in sympathy. "Your kids don't hate you, Jensen."

He chuckled sadly, eyes downcast. "I'm not so sure about that. Katie's too young to understand, but Kevin... he's been distant, acting out."

I didn't know what to say, my own experiences with parental separation different from his. When my parents got divorced, it was a relief, finally the fighting stopped.

He ran a hand over his face, his hand releasing mine to grip his mug tightly.

"What led to the breakdown last night? It was early," I asked gently.

He nodded, a remorseful smile crossing his lips. "Stupid, really. A friend sent a photo of my ex with her new boyfriend online. We'd been keeping the divorce quiet. Then my agent called, furious that I hadn't told her, like my marriage falling apart was an inconvenience for her. It all crashed down at once, and I... I couldn't breathe, couldn't see straight. I just lost it."

My heart ached for him. "And how did your kids end up coming to get me?"

He shook his head and wiped his face as regret and shame filled him. "When I broke down, I collapsed and accidentally broke a glass. They came downstairs, bombarding me with questions. I tried to tell them that I was fine, but Kevin saw right through it. The kid is smarter than I give him credit for." he chuckled sadly. "He insisted on calling 911, but I told him not to, that I would be fine."

"I'm glad he came to get me," I said softly. "You didn't look fine."

"Just a panic attack," he muttered, his defences returning.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "So what? Panic attacks are terrifying. When I have them, it feels like I'm physically dying. You don't have to downplay it."

He looked at me in surprise. "You get panic attacks?"

I nodded, feeling vulnerable. He smiled sadly, and thought carefully. "When's the last time you had one?"

I stared down at my hands as embarrassment filled me, "Yesterday afternoon, actually."

"After our porch interaction," he whispered, realization spreading across his face, along with a deep set of regret.

He sighed and shook his head, "God, I really am an asshole. I have been spiraling and you didn't deserve it."

I avoided his gaze and smiled back "It's okay. We're okay now, right?"

He smiled gratefully, his demeanor softening. "Yeah. We're okay."

After we put our mugs away, Jensen walked me to the door. I expected to say goodbye there, but he surprised me by following me out, escorting me back to my own door. It was a small gesture that meant a lot.

"Um..." he started awkwardly as we stood at my door, staring at the ground. "I really can't thank you enough for last night, for the kids—"

"Don't," I interrupted gently, waving off his gratitude. "I'd hope someone would do the same for me."

He nodded and smiled politely. "I would. I will." he spoke softly, before pulling out his phone and handing it to me. "If you ever need anything or just want to grab a cup of coffee, reach out."

I smiled gratefully as I entered my number and returned it to him, our hands grazing momentarily in the shuffle.

"Well... it was nice to officially meet you, Y/N," he said with a shy smile.

My cheeks flushed, head dropping slightly under his gaze. "It's nice to officially meet you too, Jensen."

I watched him walk away, stealing glances back at me until he disappeared from view. And that was it.

That was the moment I realized I was in deep.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 5 coming soon stay tuned!

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[maiochiruhanabiraaa]

Fangirl (Lamine Yamal.)

Summary: You were captivated by football and inspired by Lamine Yamal's talent. After closely following his career, you finally met him at a fan event, where you expressed your admiration. Although Lamine responded warmly and you shared a brief hug, the connection was one-sided. While he appreciated your support, he remained focused on his career, and you treasured the moment despite the lack of reciprocal emotional depth.

You had always been captivated by the world of football. The excitement of every match, the skillful dribbles, the heart-stopping goals-it all made your heart race with exhilaration.

But among all the players, one stood out: Lamine Yamal. His talent was undeniable, and his presence on the field was nothing short of magical.

To you, he was more than just a footballer; he was a beacon of hope, a symbol of dreams coming true.

From the moment you first saw Lamine play, you were enchanted. You followed his career closely, attending every game you could, and supporting him through every victory and defeat.

Your admiration for him grew into something deeper, a cherished hope that one day you might have a chance to meet him in person.

That opportunity arose one cool autumn evening. After a particularly thrilling match, you found yourself at a fan meet-and-greet event.

The air was electric with excitement as fans chattered about their favorite players. Your heart pounded as you queued up to meet Lamine.

When your turn came, you stood before him, your breath catching in your throat. Lamine, with his dazzling smile and warm eyes, extended his hand for a handshake.

You, trembling with anticipation, took it, your fingers barely brushing his. The brief touch sent a shiver through you. This was your moment.

As you gathered your courage, you spoke, your voice trembling but earnest.

"Lamine, you've been my inspiration for so long. Your talent, your dedication-it's changed my life. I've followed your journey and cheered for you through everything. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

Lamine's smile was kind, and he thanked you with a genuine warmth that made your heart flutter. For a fleeting moment, your eyes met, and you felt a rush of emotions, a whirlwind of joy and hope.

You mustered the courage to hug him, your arms wrapping around him in a gesture of gratitude and affection.

To your surprise, Lamine hugged you back, though the embrace was brief and somewhat distant. It was clear that while he was polite and appreciative, the connection you felt was one-sided.

As you pulled away, Lamine's smile remained, but it seemed to fade into the backdrop of his busy life.

You left the event with a heart full of butterflies, your mind replaying the moment over and over. You cherished the memory, believing it was a sign of something more.

Yet, as the days passed, the euphoria began to wane. You realized that the emotional depth you had experienced was not reciprocated.

Lamine continued his journey, his focus on the game and his career.

To him, the interaction with you was a pleasant moment, but nothing more. He moved on, lost in the rhythm of his world.

For him, the fans were part of the landscape of his life, and though he appreciated their support, he remained detached from the personal stories they carried with them.

For you, however, the experience lingered. The brief encounter had meant everything to you, a high point in your life that illuminated your world.

You held on to the memory with a mix of sadness and sweetness, knowing that while you had given your heart in that moment, it had been a one-sided dream.

[theawkwardsiren]

fake dating - Veneer x F!Reader (fluff)

summary - Veneer asks you to be his fake girlfriend to help him ward off crazy fangirls and get the press off his back. however, your feelings are real and he doesn't know.

warnings - little bit angst, just a little bit

a/n: i need, need, NEED more Veneer content

Your inability to say no to Veneer is what actually landed you in this position. You knew it would probably not end well, but you said yes anyway because you'd do anything to help him and make him happy.

After all, how could you possibly say no when he came in one day singing your name, draping himself around you and batting his pretty eyes?

-

"(Name)~"

Your head instantly snapped up at the sing-song call of your name, heart fluttering at the sight of the green-haired teen. Butterflies formed in your stomach as he approached, worsening when he leaned over your desk to put his face close to yours.

"I have a favour to ask, darling," he practically purred, laying on the charm thick. "There's this problem I've been having with the public and it's getting super annoying, so I need you to fix it."

"Of course," you answered without hesitation, "What is it?"

"I need you to...be my fake girlfriend!" He proposed, making jazz hands as he did. His eyes gleamed with excitement, but you weren't sure why.

Your own eyes widened, almost choking on your saliva as you heard his words. Where on earth had that come from? Did he really mean it? Was he really asking-

"Earth to (Name)!" Veneer waved his hand in front of your face, amused at the shocked expression. "Oh come on, anyone would kill to date me! I mean...fake date me." He didn't sound very enthusiastic about the last part.

You swallowed thickly, weighing your options. You could get chewed out by Velvet for not assisting - which is your job - and risk losing whatever connection you have with Veneer. Or you could do your job and make the twins happy, while suffering from knowing that it could never be real.

"I'll do it."

-

The public went insane after hearing pop star Veneer had a girlfriend. After showing your face on the red carpet with him at an event, your face was all over the news and social media. Your followers skyrocketed, and soon everyone in Mount Rageous knew your name.

Which wouldn't have been bad if your relationship was actually real. Veneer was so affectionate and loving - or maybe just good at faking it - that you were finding it increasingly difficult to keep it a pretend relationship. Behind closed doors he would pull away, go back to being his usual self and forget you existed. And it hurt, a lot.

But what else could you do? You had to deal with it, and you dealt with it most times in your office, away from the obnoxious twins. You were careful not to have them walk in when you were upset or crying, because you knew they would just get irritated. Well Velvet would, Veneer might ask if you were okay, but that's if he wasn't with his sister.

"I cannot believe this is actually working," Velvet scoffed one day as you helped them get ready for another event. "It was such a stupid idea."

You tried to keep your composure as you finished doing her hair, but Veneer's words almost made you break it.

"Oh please, the public is eating it up! And I get to ward off crazy fans without actually having to be in a relationship. It's a win-win!"

Their conversation was very much slapping you in the face repeatedly, but you had to maintain a calm demeanor until you were done.

"There, all ready," you smiled, but it didn't quite meet your eyes. Which Veneer noticed, along with how your voice cracked. "Good luck out there, I'll just be in my office."

Before either of them could respond you were gone, finding refuge in the safe and comforting environment your office provided. Thinking the twins were already gone, you finally let the tears fall and slumped into your chair, burying your face in your hands. Little did you know, the male twin was standing right outside and could hear every sniffle and every sob you thought you kept down.

"VENEER!"

The shout startled you, and when you heard the sound of frantic footsteps fading, a horrible realisation hit you. Veneer had heard you.

-

After a few days of avoiding speaking to him any more than you had to, you finally worked up the courage to tell him you wanted this to stop, that you couldn't do it anymore.

"Veneer...this isn't working anymore," you couldn't even look him in the eyes as you said it, "I think your fans have gotten the point. We can stop now."

The boy looked pretty nonchalant on the outside, but he was panicking on the inside. Why were you saying all this? What was he doing wrong? Did you really hate the idea of dating him that much? Did this have anything to do with why he heard you crying in your office the other day?

"I don't understand," he frowned.

"I can't keep fake dating you for the rest of my life," you continued, "I want to have a real relationship, with someone who really loves me."

Your words were like a punch to his gut, knocking all the wind out of him. You had never known, but the green-haired pop star had always been in love with you, since you joined them as their assistant. The thought of you wanting someone else made his stomach churn unpleasantly.

That's why he had no idea why or how the words that he said next came out of his mouth.

"Then date me. For real."

Your jaw dropped, also unable to believe he just said that, "Veneer-"

"I want you, (Name), and I'm tired of pretending," he started moving closer, "I know I haven't exactly showed it, but I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way. I also don't want to keep pretending, but I don't want to see you with someone else. I want us to be real."

You were stunned into silence, trying to comprehend his words. You'd never expected him to feel that way about you, so now that he was here and confessing, it felt like a dream.

"I'm dreaming, right?" You asked, but the clock on your wall said otherwise.

"You dream of me?" He teased, hand reaching out to find yours.

"Every night," you admitted, heart skipping a beat. "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you."

"Yeah?" He smiled, a genuine smile, "Cause I've been waiting a while to say them."

To say you were happy would be an understatement. The joy that flooded you was incomparable, and you immediately went to hug him, but he had other ideas. Your lips met, and it was the best feeling you'd ever experience. His lips were soft, warm, and tasted like mint. His spindly arms encircled your waist, pulling you to him so your chests met, head tilted to kiss you deeper. Your own arms wound around his neck, everything inside you turning to mush at the feeling of kissing the boy you have been insanely in love with for the longest time.

When you finally parted, you were both breathless and smiling like idiots in love. Which you were.

"I can't wait to do that on the red carpet," he managed to breathe out, turning your face that same colour.

And kiss you on the red carpet he did.

This boy is clingy, and extremely affectionate, which is what you loved about him. So he was kissing you every chance he got, showing you off to the world for real and clinging to you whenever you were at events. He was inseparable from you from the moment he confessed, which you didn't mind.

This was your dream, and you were finally living it.

[divinityandfanfics]

“ One in Millions ”

NEBULA

part 1 here

blurb: “streamer gojo has millions of fans, and fangirls. when he announced a meet-and-greet, he spotted you in the crowd. eventually, falling in love and approaching you after the event is over.”

a/n: this shi needed to be restarted bro my bad if it was slow

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: GOJO SATORU

WARNINGS: mentions of freaky fangirls

REMINDERS;

☆ super famous streamer gojo

☆ female pronouns used for reader

☆ reader is just an ordinary fan of gojo

☆ like the DSMP, gojo is part of a gamer team named Jujutsu Kaisen

☆ non-curse au

»»————-　♡　————-««

RECAP

“so, how did it go?” suguru asks.

“good, i got her number.”

“congratulations! you won’t die alone now.”

“suguru! we’re not even together yet!”

“yet.”

“i hate that you’re right..” satoru’s head drops.

“i do want to make her mine. it would’ve been easier if she was one of those fangirls, but i don’t want them, they’re weird and freaky.”

“just shoot your shot, you’ll get there eventually.”

“sigh, you’re right.”

END OF RECAP

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you and your friend got home, and you were just getting ready for bed.

until, a familiar sound of the notification rings in your ears.

you walked over to your phone, seeing a text.

clicking on it,

--

- ‘hii’

- ‘if ur wondering why i asked for ur number’

- ‘its because u look very pretry :33’

- ‘pretty**’

‘oh? you think so?’ -

- ‘yes’

- ‘you look angelic’

- ‘icl’

- ‘tbh’

- ‘ngl’

‘well if you wanna court me,’ -

‘i don’t usually give in on the first day’ -

- ‘well damn ??’

- ‘aight miss’

- ‘i’ll try my hardest then’

- ‘before that’

- ‘whats ur name’

‘(y/n)’ -

- ‘pretty’

- ‘how old ??’

- ‘just wanna make sure yk’

‘i’m 21’ -

- ‘nicee’

- ‘23 here’

‘i already know.’ -

--

satoru smiled while looking at his phone’s screen.

he’ll try everything,

for you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

truth is,

you weren’t going to say yes to him.

but, you decided to wait.

because you felt bad.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

after a few months,

satoru has been sending stuff to your house.

flowers, chocolates, and love letters.

you both have also been hanging out,

whether it’s just to the park or at a restaurant.

he pays for the food.

he wasn’t lying when he said he will try his hardest.

you smiled, reading the letter he sent today.

--

“hi!

hope you know that even if you take a long time to love me back, i’ll wait ♡

just don’t try to love anyone else other than me while i’m courting you, okay?

love you!

streamer admirer; gojo”

--

you felt your heart flutter,

folding the piece of paper and putting it on the kitchen counter.

“that counts 37.”

37.

37 letters were sent to your house.

maybe his feelings were genuine.

you thought about it,

yes, you felt butterflies flying around your stomach everytime you read a letter.

yes, you loved him.

wait what?

did you?

yes.

it’s time.

it’s time to tell him.

you loved him.

you reached for your phone,

heart feeling like it’s going to jump out of your chest.

--

‘satoru’ -

- ‘why the first name :((’

- ‘am i in trouble’

‘no’ -

- ‘then what’

‘meet me at corazón del café.’ -

- ‘OH MY ??’

- ‘are my prayers about to be answered’

‘8 pm’ -

- ‘one more hour ;)’

- ‘hoping i dont get rejected’

--

8:00 PM, JULY 12, 2024

you sat on your chair, waiting for a certain albino fella.

the door of the café opened,

and your gaze traveled to said door.

you saw satoru, in a cozy hoodie with some jeans.

he walked towards your chair, waving at you.

“hiya!” he smiled.

“so, why did you wanna meet me?” he said, sitting on the chair infront of you, the table sitting comfortably between the both of you.

you both order a coffee, and you catch satoru looking at you while you stir your drink.

“well, i want to answer your question now.”

“oh.” he said, smiling so hard it must’ve hurt.

“i’m excited to know your answer!”

“...”

“yes.” you muttered, watching satoru’s eyes widen.

“a-are you serious?” he stuttered.

“well, yeah..” you answered.

“so, does that mean that.. we’re together now?” he asked with hope in his eyes.

you nodded, smiling so sweetly at him.

“YES!” he chided, the other people in the restaurant taking glances at him.

“alright─ alright, don’t get too loud now.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the next day, you woke up feeling relieved.

like you just felt all your problems washed away.

you did your morning routine as usual,

the familiar “ding!” of your phone alerting you.

satoru’s starting a stream.

you reached for your phone, clicking the notification which lead you to satoru’s stream.

“hi chaat~” he giggled at the camera.

“i’m very happy today!” he said, spinning his chair around.

--

suguru_geto143: “i wonder why”

togeee_salmon: “@suguru_geto143 you already know don’t you”

fush1gur0_m3gum1: “why r u so happy”

kirbyuji_itador11: “yeah tell us why”

suguru_geto143: “@togeee_salmon obviously”

gojoscoloredeyes: “did you get the skin you wanted so hard??”

sunshinedawnsonme: “why tf is bro so happy”

gojosleftkidney: “are u high gang”

tyrannosaurusrex: “bro is actually tweaking”

you-are-all-gaymers_2: “stop giggling like a madman”

heartsfor_olderwomen: “he possessed”

--

“the woman i’m courting said yes!”

he said, smiling so hard it has the potential to reach heaven.

“we’re now together! my beloved..”

--

fush1gur0_m3gum1: “what.”

gojoscoloredeyes: “are my ears deceiving me”

suguru_geto143: “gojo i told you youll get there eventually”

[🎥] satoruu_99: “@suguru_geto143 i love you no homo”

--

at first, you just waited because you felt bad.

but you didn’t realize that you were also slowly falling for him.

you chuckled,

your relationship has a long way to go.

until

you heard another notification.

--

- ‘i wanna go on a date with u tomorrow’

- ‘also u can come over to my house :)’

‘no thanks’ -

‘i kinda don’t wanna’ -

- ‘NO I PROMISEE’

- ‘I LOVE YOU I WOULD NEVER’

- ‘TRY TO DO ANYTHING TO U’

‘maybe when i know you more’ -

- ‘we have literally been texting for months about each other’

- ‘and hung out’

- ‘remember that time we like’

‘alright i get it i will come over tomorrow’ -

‘geez’ -

- ‘YAY’

--

satoru smiles, the camera catching it.

knowing that, if he didn’t see you in that event,

none of this would’ve happened.

happy with his decisions.

he turns off his phone, turning to the camera.

“i love her chat!” he said, smiling like crazy.

--

suguru_geto143: “thats sweet”

togeee_salmon: “stop ur kinda making me jealous”

fush1gur0_m3gum1: “ngl thats actually sweet”

gojoscoloredeyes: “damnn”

sunshinedawnsonme: “DO YOU HEAR THAT YOU FANGIRLS”

cupcakelover: “hes actually inlove oml”

mosquito_lovesblood: “and i thought ww3 would happen first”

kirbyuji_itador11: “AWW GOJO CONGRATSS”

--

the end. ♡