#[ idk why this just popped into my head out of nowhere but

[reminiscentrainclouds]

You guys ever feel trapped? Yea I'm well-acquainted with the feeling of being trapped.

[flayerlinked-archived]

honestly will’s biggest gripe about his name is the fact that it’s also a word, a very common word at that, so he’s always instinctively thinking he’s hearing his name being said when it’s just people using the word “will” in a normal sentence and sometimes he just really wants to scream akakfjsk

[wonybaee]

| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | My love, forever ahn yujin x f!reader

-> warnings: kissing, bitchy waitress, girlies are lovesick, idk why they broke up?? this is from that poll btw:)

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You had work today, so you expected an alarm to wake you up from your dreams, a normal alarm, not the one with your ex-girlfriends face popping up on your phone screen, the alarm screaming “Wake up! It's your 3rd year anniversary with your pretty girlfriend!”

Yeah, hearing it now, after a few months of setting up that alarm, did sound cringe.

I mean, it would sound cringe, your ex-girlfriend yujin, did make you set that alarm up before you two broke up.

Anyways, forgetting that, before you get sentimental and shit.

You groaned, stretching your limbs hearing a loud crack, “ouch,  mei, I think your mamas getting old.”

You chuckled, looking over at your dog that was sprawled out on her little dog bed, “you probably think I'm dumb, but i know you understand me, so, i'll still talk to you.”

Getting out of your bed, you slipped your feet into the slippers that were placed by your bed and went straight to fetch mei her dog food, she always comes first, well, more likely, if you went to the bathroom, she would not make you relax, barking your ear off, so you decided to do the right thing.

After getting her food, water and petting for a while, she rolled over and went straight back to sleep.

You smiled, you have had mei for quite a while now, you and yujin got her at the start of your relationship, yujin said and you quote “in case we ever break up, which i doubt, one of us gets to keep her to think about the other!”

“But what about one of us that doesn't get to keep the dog?” you asked, “well, i didn't think about that,” yujin smiled sheepishly, “then let's get two dogs, what do you think?” you tilted your head, “woah! That's actually smart!” and you both broke out in fit of giggles.

And that's how you got two dogs, mei that you got to keep, and gaeul, that yujin got to keep.

Gosh, did that alarm got to your head that much or why were you suddenly thinking about your memories with yujin?!

You shook your head, pushing the thoughts of yujin and how happy you two were together away, getting up to get ready for work.

☆☆☆

You were walking mei around the park, you had just gotten off work and decide to take her on a walk, it would make you relax after a long day too, so, you took her leash and went out.

“Mei, shouldn't we sit down? My legs are killing me,” you whined out, like she could actually hear you.

Nevertheless, you took a little blanket out of your backpack, spreading it out on the grass, taking a seat.

“Let me get this thing off of you, so you can go run around for a while,” you took off her leash, and mei like she had been held hostage all this time, started running around like crazy, running up to people making them pet her.

You just laughed whole-heartedly, taking out your phone to film her.

After filming her for quite a while, you shut your phone off, dropping it inside your bag and instead taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighter, lighting it up and popping it inside your mouth.

When you looked up, mei was nowhere to be found, you got up in panic, picking up your things, running around, searching for her.

After finally spotting her next to a woman with her own dog, you quickly run up to them.

“Oh my gosh, mei, you scared the living shit outta me,” you fell to your knees, picking her up and hugging her tightly against your chest, “I'm sorry, she doesn't usually run up to people like that, i don't know, why-"

“I guess she just recognised me,” the woman's words made you stop in your tracks, “wow, it hasn't even been that long, and you already forgot me?”

Her teasing tone made you realize who you were talking to, and why mei, when she never does, ran like crazy to this mysterious, well, not anymore, since you figured out that the person was yujin.

“Oh, um, no i didn't forget you, just, didn't see your face,” you tried to reason.

“I didn't knew you still smoked,” she ignored what you said and changed the topic.

“Yeah, only once in a while,” you realized you still had cigarette in your mouth, so you took a big whiff before throwing it down on the pavement and smashing it with your foot.

“Good to hear,” she smiled, “see you around?”

“Yeah, of course, totally, most definitely...see you around,” you slapped yourself mentally, what the fuck?! Great, now you embarrassed yourself in front of her.

She just chuckled at your red cheeks, “cute,” she mumbled under her breath, hoping that you would still hear.

And you did, just tried to play it off.

With last nod towards your way, she turned around, tugging gaeul with her leash, that you just now noticed, was rubbing against your leg.

“Aw, gaeul, I'm sorry baby, i just noticed you,” you cooed, bending down to pet her, “how are you?”

Gaeul rolled onto her back, her paws flying in every direction, “she still likes your rubs so much,” yujin pointed it out.

“Yeah,” you dragged out, “you know, i was thinking, since we haven't seen each other for this past few months, what do you think about catching up over some coffee?”

You looked at her with a hopeful glint in your eyes, but her face told it all, “it doesn't have to be like a date, just two old friends catching up?”

“Y/n, i didn't even think of it as a date,” ouch, that hurt, “i knew what you meant, and yeah, I would like to catch up on with you over a cup of coffee.”

“Great, tomorrow around...” you looked down at your watch, calculating the time, “three p.m. is good for you?”

“Perfect actually, i get off work around two, so, I'll have enough time to get pretty for you.” She winked, before finally leaving.

“Mei, i don't like to brag, but i think we're about to get your mom and sister back,” you smirked, looking at yujin's figure that was almost out of sight.

☆☆☆

“Mei, baby, i have to leave you with your grandma today,” you stared at yourself in the mirror, adding final touches to your makeup and hair, “the mission “get mei’s mom and sister back", can only be done by me, you'll have to sit this one out.”

You scratched her head, walking towards and out the door.

Walking in the cafe, you looked around for the empty table to occupy for you and yujin.

“Hello, would you like anything?” the waitress came over, a girl with blonde, no, yellow hair, twirling it between her fingers.

“No, thanks, I-" she cut you off, okay, rude.

“Are you waiting for someone?” she put her hands down on the table, putting her whole weigh on them.

“Yes, i am, actually, so i would appreciate if you'd get back to your job, and act like a professional,” she straightened up her posture, a scowl attached to her face, “thank you, now, i would like a glass of water, before-"

“Actually, we'd like two cups of coffee,” yujin stepped out from behind the waitress, motioning her to get out of her way, “thanks.”

She flashed her a fake smile, “your coffee will be out in a few,” and walked off.

“Gosh, what a pain in the ass,” you groaned out, looking at yujin from head to toe, gosh, she looks beautiful.

Yujin's face went red, fiddling with the hem of her dress, before she took a seat in front of you.

“You said it out loud, you know,” she tried to stop her smile from forming.

“So? Did i lie?” you tilted your head to the side, small smirk making it's way on your lips, at the sight of her red as a tomato cheeks.

“Stop, you're making me blush,” she put her face in her hands, embarrassed to look up.

“Payback for making me blush yesterday,” you murmured under your breath, yujin missing it in a beat.

“What did you say?” she asked, finally straightening up.

“I said, you look even prettier with red cheeks,” you winced loudly, when she slapped you on the arm, very aggressively.

“Seriously, stop, i can't take it anymore,” she whined, unknowingly pout making it's way on her lips.

“Come on, I'm tryna win you back here, have some faith,” you suddenly stopped at your own words, shutting your eyes tightly, “I'm sorry-"

“It's okay, I dressed up for you anyway, hoping to win you back with my prettiness,” both of you broke out in fit of giggles, and you coffee arrived.

☆☆☆

“I miss talking to you,” yujin smiled sadly, looking down.

“I miss being with you, so, yeah,” there was a few seconds of silence, before that waitress broke it again.

“Your check,” she slammed it down on the table, waiting for one of you to pay, so you took out your wallet, paying before both you and yujin got up, leaving the cafe.

☆☆☆

You and yujin were walking side by side, you decided to walk her home, even though thousands of protests from her, you wanted to make this moment last even longer.

“Since when was your house this close?” you asked, staring up at the big apartment building.

“I don't know,” she let out a small giggle, “you can come-"

You didn't let her finish, crashing your lips against hers, her lips felt like soft, fluffy pillows against your own.

You two stayed like that for a few seconds, eyes shut, just lips pressed against each others, not moving an inch, before you finally pulled back.

“I don't-" “I want to get back together.”

“You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words from-" she didn't let you finish, pressing up against you, clashing her mouth against your owns.

Mei, i don't like bragging, but i thin the mission “get mei's mom and sister back" was a total success.

☆☆☆

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Santa Klaus

masterlist

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff, some gore/blood, nikki being your lapdog, possesive, kissing, cursing, humor that was needed in tvd

summary: just some scenes of you and nik being a dream couple

a/n: idk with this one but these scenes popped into my head and i thought they were cute

song: paper rings - taylor swift

"Niklaus!" you snap at him, as he stands at the doorway covered in blood. You two were at a store and a guy accidentally backed into you. He decided that the man didn't deserve to see another day after bumping into your precious self.

"Sorry, love- actually no, he deserved it," Klaus shrugs holding his hands up.

"Well in that case... come a little closer," you giggle. He narrows his eyes at you, but of course listens. He takes a slow step into the room and freezes when he feels himself soaked in cold water.

You burst out laughing as he stares at the wall. He slowly turns to you, as you continue to laugh.

"Figured you needed a shower, you know, for all that blood," you get out in between you giggles.

"That's it, if I am cold, you're going to be cold too," he grins as he speeds towards you, bringing you into a cold hug.

"Nik! Let me go!"

"Now why would I do that?"

You were in the kitchen baking some cookies. You had the trays of them sitting on the stove as they cooled. You put some on a plate and turn around to get a paper towel. As you look back at the dish, you notice one missing.

"Hm, that's weird," you frowned. This then happened two more times, you realized it had to be Klaus. Either that or the cookies just happen to disappear.

"Nikki darling, stop being a baby and hiding," you pout. "Come out and face me like a real man," you try to say in a funny deep voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he suppresses a smirk.

"Do you take me for a fool Niklaus?"

"... no?" you bring your hand up and smack the back of his head.

"Hey, what was th-" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. You swipe your tongue on his bottom lip so he opens his mouth. He does, and you allow your tongue to roam his mouth. You pull back a few moments later.

"Funny, you taste like chocolate chip cookies," you laugh and start to run away.

"You sneak!" Klaus yells as he speeds up to you, throwing you over his shoulder and smiling at your adorable giggles.

"AH!" Nik's high pitch scream reaches your ears while he jumps and covers his eyes.

You two were currently in the dark, watching a horror movie. You have seen it a few times already, so the jumpscares didn't bother you. The movie didn't interest you anymore either, but you watched it for the mere amusement you get from seeing Nik get scared.

"Nik don't be a wuss," you playfully roll your eyes.

"Did you see how that man looked?! He was- bloody hell!" Nik shouts as the guy popped up out of nowhere.

"Niklaus, you're as scary as that man to most-"

"Tosser! If I were still human, I would have died from a heart attack by now- fuck! Okay, love, that's it, we are watching something else"

He reaches over you and snatches the remote, putting on toy story.

"See, watching the story of toys that come to life is much more interesting. Don't you agree, love?"

"Sure... baby," you mutter with a grin. Laughter spills out of you when he attacks you with tickles.

It was Christmas, you were dressed in a lovely deep red gown and your hair and makeup was done. While you looked like royalty, across from you was a Nik in a Santa costume.

You had been trying to get him to do this for years, but he never agreed. He refused to have something as stupid as a Santa costume ruin his reputation.

He even said, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing this bloody thing"

To which you replied, "oh well, then I suppose it's a good thing you are already technically dead," you shrug with a cheeky smile.

Now that he finally gave in, your bucket list has been completed. He said he wouldn't leave the house with it, but he didn't say you couldn't take pictures.

"I don't see what's wrong with it, you look great in my opinion," you gave his fake beard a little tug.

"Y/n this was a horrible idea," he shakes his head.

"I think it was a great one, Santa Klaus," you give him a bright smile.

"This was very unnecessary, love"

"Your siblings disagree," your pretty lips turn into a small smirk.

"I beg your pardon?!"

A few moments ago, you sent some pictures of him to a secret group chat you're in with his siblings. Nik - of course - isn't in this one. The one with all of you is full of threats he sends to his family who mess around with him.

The photos got you replys such as, "I can't believe you got Niklaus to finally agree to that, LOL," from Elijah. "You underestimate Nik's love for you," and "I'm going to print these out and tape them everywhere in the house," from Rebekah. As well as, "I bloody love you, darling," and "my brother is going to kill me for what I'm about to do with these," from Kol. Finn gave you a simple, "well done," which you almost rolled your eyes at his unenthusiastic message.

"Oops," you shrug with a fake innocence.

You were currently hunched over, laughing your arse off. You got Nik to wear an Easter Bunny costume. To your surprise, he let you paint whiskers on his face, along with a pink nose.

You finally are able to stop laughing, and look over his shoulder at the line of little children in a line, waiting to take picture with him.

"Go on, bunny. The kids are waiting," you peck his lips and pat his head.

"If you were anyone else you would be dead by now," he grumbles.

He was taking the pictures, when it was a new kids turn. You saw the fear in his eyes, you understood. You were also scared of the Easter Bunnies and Santa Clause's that you would see in stores and malls.

When he got to Nik, he sat on his right lap and started to cry. As you were about to go over, you hear Niklaus yelp as he quickly grabs the kid and lifts him off his lap and on to the floor.

You were confused when he rushed over to where you were standing, but burst out laughing with tears in your eyes as you saw a wet stain on his leg.

"Oh- m-my goodness! Th- this is gold!" you laugh out, grabbing your phone taking more pictures that you'll send to the groupchat later.

"Stupid children, I quit"

You and Nik were in some random fancy restaurant in Paris. You both knew nothing in french, so you though you would have some fun.

You planned out a fake scenario to get a reaction out of the people in there with you both.

You fake gasp loudly, grabbing peoples attention around you.

"You sick fool!" you place your hand on your chest as you dramatically stand up. "You cheated on me?! With my sister!"

The room fills with synchronized gasps from the people around you.

"Love! No, I would never!"

"I just saw a picture! I also got sent a photo of you with what looks like my best friend!" More gasps come around you as people look between you both in shock.

Nik stands up hiding his amusement.

"They are fake! I was going to propose to you tonight! He says pulling out a fake ring he found," holding it in front of you, people start whispering with interest at what was unfolding before their eyes.

"My friend had the same ring the last time I saw her! How could you," you slap him in the face, knowing he was going to whine about how that was not a part of the act, later. Gasps of shock chorus around while some people have their eyes wide, and some are laughing into their hands.

You turn and speed walk out as Nik follows. Once you get outside, you both burst out laughing after holding it in for so long. You hold out your hand for a first bump as he connects his fist with yours.

"Oh that was brillitant!" you smile, wiping fake tears from under your eyes.

"Did you see their faces, love? They were bloody hilarious," Nik grins.

"NIKLAUS! Y/N!" are the shouts from Kol and Elijah as they get covered with eggs and flour. You, Bex, and Nik set up a series of pranks to go off on them.

"Alright!" Bekah highfives you with a bright smile.

"Nikki we should do more pranks with Bex," you hug the girls waist.

"But pranks are our thing," he pouts.

"Now they are ours and Bex's," you give him a thumbs up.

"Yeah, Nikki- please don't dagger me again," Bekah says looking away from her brothers death glare.

"FUCK!" more shouts come from the kitchen.

You and Bekah were shopping with a grumpy Nik trailing behind you. You had been at this for at least three hours now and he wanted to go back and cuddle with you in bed.

You just tried on a tight club dress and stepped into the couch area were the other two were waiting.

While NIk was drooling over you, suddenly happy about shopping, Bex stood up and walked over to you.

"Perfect! You look so hot!" Nik nods as Rebekah's statement while still staring at you in awe. "Those boys through the window seem to agree with me," Bekah nods her head in the direction of the window where a small group of boys around your age were drinking in your figure.

Niks head snaps over to them and his face hardens. He stands up and walks over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"You look bloody stunning as always, my love," he kisses your head. "We are buying this dress. You know, I don't know what I did to deserve you,"

"You didn't have to do anything," your lips tip upwards.

"Ugh, you two," Rebekah rolls her eyes. "Nik is not coming with us next time, you guys are too sappy, makes me sick," she sighs.

"Don't be jealous, Rebekah"

You were finishing up some final touches on a tray of pastries you baked for Nik. You made all his favorites and decorated them to look cute. You hear a knock on the door and look out the window. You see Nik at the door with flowers in his hands.

You open the door and smile at him, "Nikki, hello!"

"Hi, love," he smiles and pecks your lips. He hands you the flowers as he strolls in the house.

"Oh, Nik! Come in the kitchen"

You pick up the pastry tray after putting the flowers in a vase. "Tadaaa!"

"My favorites! Thank you, sweetheart," he kisses you.

"You are very welcome, thank you for the flowers"

"You are very welcome. I love you so much, you know"

"Of course I know, I also know that I love you so much too"

[nouvxllev]

Absolutely love your work! And was ecstatic when I found out you also did Emma myers! And you write so well!! 🥹 I don’t know if you’ll be up to this, so don’t feel the need I know your probably a busy bee. But I wanted to know since you do Emma myers, if you’d be willing to to do a cc Walker aged up fic, maybe where cc is in college, and she’s in a relationship with reader (I absolutely loved your jealous Tara fic) but I was wondering if you could do cc, but make it a little more soft, and possessive? Like Cc is more afraid that reader will leave her? And just soft smut? (Sapphic of course) if not then I understand. I also wanted to know if once A good girls guide to murder comes out, will you be doing pop x reader? Because Emma is so cute as pip! ❤️❤️

would it kill you to look at me instead?

Pairing: CC Walker x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!

Words: 5k (i was not expecting that damn)

Warnings: soft smut, slight angst. actually idk if its cut out to be angst, possessive cc aaaaaaa, author forgot how to actually write good stories

a/n: thank you so so sooo much!!!! and i was absolutely in love with agggtm when i read the book (i even got the whole series on my bookshelf!) so ofc ill be doing a pip x reader soon. hope i got to your expectations, anon.

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"CC, what's up with you?"

Ava trailed after her, CC's shoes skittering along the hallway like some kind of menace, the slam of her door from her dorm was still echoing in Ava's ears.

Despite having just finished training five minutes ago, CC's steps were quick. Like they were avoiding any sort of conversation, she didn't even know why or where she was going.

"CC, please, you haven't even talked to me in a week!" Ava caught up to her, nearly tackling the girl to keep pace with her steps.

"Okay, what?" The blonde turned around abruptly, wind catching in her hair. She almost could roll her eyes if not for Ava being the sweetest being on this earth. "What, for fucks sake, what is so wrong with me?"

"That." She gestured using her pointer finger while the shorter girl pulled her lips into a thin line, "You keep snapping at everyone, and you've been staring daggers at the squad all week. It was mild at first, but now you look like you want to bury them in front of their families."

Ava leaned in further, squinting her eyes as she crosses her arms, "...Also you have these deep eyebags under your eyes."

CC's shoulder slumped, letting out an heavy sigh while her eyes closed. It burns, burns like fucking hell.

"I—"

Ava jumped forward, her eyes furrowing almost immediately, "Don't say because of exams since you're doing pretty good in terms of academics. You're even top in your classes."

"Well, fine. It's—"

"Don't say soccer too because I know your eyebags only come out of hiding when it's tournament or championship season."

"Okay, Wyatt—"

"Yale is like a million miles from us, CC. Also you don't even text Wyatt unless you need something."

"Well, I..." CC fidgeted under her, her head tilting left and right, "We've, my girlfriend have.... Have been fucking. Sex. Alot. Major, huge sex. Like, up and down, sideways, horizontally, transversally—"

"Alright, no," Ava pulled out her hand and stopped her, her other pinching the bridge of her nose, "Not in any universe would I want to hear about you and y/ns sex life."

CC chuckled, the only laugh she could ever muster. "Look, college's been kicking my ass lately and I'm just tired, really. Nothing to worry about." In all truth and oaths, she was.

She was tired.

For all the different reasons. Might even be petty ones.

So tired of hearing that one name—Clarissa Grey—coming out of your, admittedly so attractive, pretty mouth. She was a transferee yet she already caught your attention with a single 'hey, i'm new here, can you show me around?'

It had been five weekdays, not even counting weekends where Clarissa horribly clung onto you outside of school, of having your presence found nowhere but with that girl.

Normally, CC would spend every waking hour, if not for soccer, with you and you only. Clinging to your arms, holding your warm hands, tip-toeing to kiss your pretty lips she so adored, bringing you to the most expensive places you wanted, and most especially waking up with you in the early morning with your body sprawled atop hers.

It was bliss.

Was.

Now that CC was constantly being pulled to practice she couldn't spend as much time as she wanted with you. Meanwhile, Clarissa had you wrapped around her arms.

In short, Clarissa Grey is and will forever be a pain in the ass.

Clarissa—Insufferable, torturous, agonizing, intolerable, girlfriend-hogging—Grey.

She hated her.

Well, not hated. It's a strong word, a word she couldn't ever describe your, her forever beloved girlfriend, friends. Yet this girl got on her nerves more than ever.

And she's pretty sure this girl's been trying to get into your pants more than CC ever does after a rough game.

Clarissa was fine at first. CC wasn't those controlling partners who didn't allow their other to have friends; in fact, she was happy that you found a friend in the new transferee from across the world.

Now she felt like she was about to butcher the girl from mouth to anus if she ever so much as catching a wind of her presence of how she was constantly stealing you away from her.

CC took months just to muster a hi and introduce herself (through text mind you) and she didn't even check her phone for weeks after it. New girl did it in one damn day.

How could one even out-girlfriend a girlfriend of three years?

Now whenever it hits midnight and CC is finally in your arms all she could hear is:

"I'm so sorry baby, Clarissa made some plans for us."

"Sorry, CC. I have something to do with Clarissa on that date."

"Clarissa wanted to…"

"Baby, is it alright if Clarissa invited me to…"

"CC! Check it out, Clarissa just…

It's ridiculous and all CC could say was a simple yeah sure and a nod like she wasn't going to bash Clarissa's head in with a soccer ball.

She'd admit that even you get the end of the stick with her attention sometimes because of her first-class popularity that always seemed to stick around, but either way she felt really bad.

Jealousy was a stupid emotion which a stupid college girl, mind you, like her was stupidly experiencing. She was 19 experiencing her old 13 year old problems if she met you a bit more earlier. But who wouldn't get jealous?

She had the same interests as you, the same personality, likes the same movies as you, you both had an interest in whatever artist you were listening too.

She practically hung out with you everyday with how the both of you took the same classes and courses. The two of you were perfect on paper.

Clarissa wasn't some soccer-obssessed girl who doesn't spend her time in training for championships that you found yourself spending every second with her if CC wasn't around.

She has a great fashion sense without looking like whatever a 'teenybopper' is or someone dressed like Adam Sandlers.

She's probably great at cooking.

She kept her room impossibly clean as if it were brand new that you found impressive everytime she invited the both of you to her dorm.

She had this amazing ball of sunshine whenever she entered the room like it was a plague.

She probably followed what her mom told her to be when she gets into college.

She was pretty too. Her hair all shiny and she carried absolute grace and poise. Who wouldn't like her?

And that smile of hers? You found it nice. Charming, captivating. Even CC found it enchanting, it was all so surreal.

You liked her, most of all.

Shit.

Not that CC could ever doubt your loyalty to her; hell, she could invite every former crush and celebrity crush you had, and you wouldn't even bat a single eye towards them. You'd even try to desperately find the girl even if she wasn't in the room.

She doubted herself.

Who was she if not for you?

She just missed you. So much. It's killing her.

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"CC!" You yelled, a smile creeping up your lips as you watched her jog up the bleachers in her new shoes you bought for her as an anniversary gift, it was an understatement to say that she loved it.

You watched how her exhausted face broke into a slight smile that managed to never fail to make your heart grow a garden of flowers trying to mimic her beauty, her eyes lighting up by the mere sight of you.

When she finally reached you, she practically melted into your inviting embrace. You held her chose, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, her exhaustion from practice matches slowly going away from being in the comfort of our arms.

You feel how her breaths gradually steadied, her heartbeat turned into its normal pace, her hands snaking up to your back while she buried her head into you, subtly peppering gentle kisses along your neck.

"Y/n..." She murmured, pulling her head away slightly and turning to the side.

Your arms stayed lingered around her waist, "Yeah, baby?"

She shook her head, eyebrows slightly knitting themselves as her gaze drifted at the seats as she inched closer to your ear, "Why... why is she here?" She squeezed your hand that was wrapped around her.

You followed her line of sight to where Clarissa sat on the bleachers right next to you, watching the players off to the side at her own time.

"Well, she wanted to come along with me," you explained with a shrug, "so I brought her here." A soft smile gracing your lips as you glanced at CC who didn't match your sunny expression.

"You guys done yet?" She looked up at the both of you, her voice was oddly monotone and disinterested. Unlike a few moments ago where she was clinging onto your arm while laughing.

You lowered your arms from CC's body as you sat beside Clarissa, gesturing to your girlfriend to slightly introduce her even if they already met a couple of times.

You didn't miss the way CC's face twisted into a grimace one as she crossed her arms, mumbling a slightly less than thrilled exclaim, "Fantastic."

"It is fine for me to cheer you on, right?" Clarissa smiled. Way too innocently at CC as if she wasn't just staring her down, the change in her tone didn't go unnoticed.

"Yeah. Yeah sure, whatever." CC replied, albeit the response came through gritted teeth as she picked up a waterbottle that sat beside you.

Clarissa smiled, laughed even, before leaning her head against you. "We have something to go after anyways, right y/n?" She looked up at you, innocent eyes that definitely didn't mimic yours as you stuttered out a response.

"We do? I didn't—"

"Okay, no, that's—!" CC's reaction was swift, immediately pulling you closer to her side, her hand having a firm grip on your arm as her voice rose in frustration yet faltered.

CC paused, seemingly collecting herself. You turned to her, confusion etched in your face, while Clarissa had a slight tug in her lips.

"That's... perfect. Amazing," she finally managed to say, letting go of her tight grip on you before standing up. "Sorry, I really have to go, I think they're calling for me. Enjoy whatever plans the both of you have."

You hear Clarissa giggle as you watch CC walk down the steps, her waterbottle discarded onto a nearby trashcan. It wasn't even half done. "Guess she doesn't like me, huh?"

A soft sigh escape your lips, your mood officially worried and concerned about CC before turning to Clarissa, "Yeah... Yeah, sorry, we have plans?"

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Nothing could be more worrying than allowing your girlfriend CC-can't-really-monitor-her-liquor-properly-Walker attend a night party held by her teammates as some sort of 'pre-celebration' before a game.

You were already deprived out of her presence, being that you always stuck with that new girl you couldn't really find time to hang out with your girlfriend no longer than 30 minutes.

Not to mention what happened a few hours ago.

You miss her so much its tearing you apart. Unfortunately you're the book definition of a people pleaser so you took the courage to show Clarissa around for a few weeks until she got comfortable with the setting.

Most of the times CC would invite you to come along with to parties. Rejection often means she would be clinging onto your back like a koala and making out with you until the words associated with your academics disappeared from your mind.

Now she just entered the dorm, gave you a single kiss without explanation, and a simple text minutes later just stating 'ill be at a party. see you midnight xx.'

That in itself made you worried. No normal breathing CC Walker would ever use perfect grammar or would her be's or you's spelled correctly without any missing letters.

So imagine your surprise when she arrived two hours before twelve. Wasted and slightly teary-eyed, her pretty eyes avoiding looking at your direction. It was an understatement that the sight broke your heart.

"CC?" You rushed to her side almost immediately, ignoring the concerns of the amount of tasks you had on your desk.

You were met with silence. "CC, baby, are you alright? Did something happen?" you asked softly, "love, hey, look at me." You reach out to steady her as she swayed on her feet more and more in her intoxicated state until she reached her bed.

She shrugged off your touch, feeling a nagging sting in your heart that burned a void inside of you. You watched as she mutter something unintelligible under her breath, gritting her teeth as she stared at the ground.

"CC, talk to me." You carefully sat with her against your bed, fetching her the water that has been sitting on your desk, tilting your head to get her attention.

Her head turned to you, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her pretty eyes that you adored were almost teary-eyed, "Would it kill you to look at me instead, y/n?"

"CC..." you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing, "CC... what? What are you talking about?"

"Why are you always with her? Clarissa?" Her name almost felt like poison in her mouth, awaiting to be spit out in venom, "Why is she always with you when I'm not around? Why are you always looking at her even if I'm mere inches away from you?"

She shook her head before you could respond, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "It's dumb. I know you're allowed to spend time with your friends. And even more to her since she's new and everything. You could spend time with anyone and I wouldn't care but I—" She took a deep breath, "Every time I see you with her, it's like… like she's much more of a good girlfriend than me you know? Because she likes you. It's kind of clear."

You couldn't feel anything but that gruesome feeling that's eating you apart. You could feel your heart tearing your own self apart as she spoke more.

"She looks at you as if you're hers, y/n. Not to mention she's always touching you, calling you names, always going out of her way to be alone with you... I mean, she asked you out as a joke. Multiple times."

"CC I never thought…" You feel a lump forming in your throat, her words heavy on your heart that were surely more heavier on hers. "I'm sorry, CC."

You reached out to cup her cheek, her body turning to face you, your thumb gently wiping a stray tear that fell on her face. "I'm so sorry, CC. You're not losing me. You will never lose me," you whispered, "I care about you more than anything. More than I breathe. I'm so sorry I made you feel like you were losing me. You have my whole heart, my body, my very soul."

Her gaze softened slightly, you could see that familiar glint you always loved to look at when you locked eyes with her. You missed it. "Is that a promise?"

Gently, you brushed your fingers against her cheek, pressing delicate kisses to her soft skin. "Far more important than a promise. I'll keep it like an oath on my life."

You let your arms wrap around her, feeling her slumping against you, curling against herself between your arms like she was trying to drown all of her burdens for you. "I'm just afraid that you'll leave me. I'm sorry for blowing up on you. I'm sure Clarissa is great."

CC felt warm, comforting, a presence that made you feel like everything to her, how she always kept you grounded. "It's alright, CC. I've been there before, don't worry. And for the record, I'm kind of getting tired of showing her around. Just a slight bit. I'll try introducing her to some people."

CC smiled against your neck, "You don't have to ignore her completely, baby. It's fine. I think my insecurities just got the best of me."

She's as comforting as the day you met her. The comforting sense of love, how you'd wake yourself up everyday just to see her face. Even if your heart gives out, you'd work through turmoil for it to beat for her. Even if you're tired, you'd manage enough energy for her to enjoy life with you.

"I'll never let you doubt my love for you again. No one could ever replace what I'm feeling with you, no one could ever replace you. You're simply everything baby, everything that life never gave me and everything life never offered."

You press a tender kiss to her forehead before making your way to her lap, pulling her collar and capturing her lips in a soft yet deep kiss.

CC responded eagerly to your kiss, closing her eyes while she let her hands wrap around your waist as she parted her lips to invite yours in as her tongue slipped between them.

With a low groan of ecstasy, you welcomed her intrusion, your own tongue fighting with hers yet you surrendered almost immediately, every touch of her in on your body sent shivers down your spine, leaving you craving for more of her.

You could feel her hands sliding under your shirt, the simple warmth of her touch, how her fingers glided smoothly against your skin and trailing to your chest was like reassurance that you were wanted and loved by her, how you were only hers.

"Baby…" you managed to murmur between her assaulting kisses that only seemed to spur her on as you went limp on her body, "have I ever told you I love the way you talk..."

You couldn't help but grin at the soft chuckle that escaped her pretty lips at your words, her kisses only growing more fervent as CC pressed herself against you all while she looked up at you with those eyes, waiting for you.

"The way you smile…" you trailed off, tugging at her shirt, tracing your fingers along her jawline, "the way you get jealous, the way you get so competitive sometimes, the way you look so lovely every waking moment, it's intoxicating."

You kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as you softly bit at her bottom lip, your voice turning husky and needy with desire, "Most importantly, I love the way you fuck me into your bed every night. You know no girl could drive me insane like what you're doing to me right now."

You didn't miss how CC's breath hitched at your words, how her eyes darkened with desire almost immediately as she pulled you by the collar of your shirt and flipped the both of you around. her hands roaming all over your body as she mumbled to her breath.

"I want you," she pleaded, "I need you, y/n, please." It wasn't a question, she needed this.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the heat of her body on top of yours as you mumbled a weak 'yes.'

CC took her time in showering you with the amount of kisses she wanted to give you, offering everything you needed with tenderness you never thought existed, the special attention that she always showed to you, worshipping every inch of your body.

She looked up at you, noticing the way your eyes closed, uncertain of whether it was out of pure bliss or discomfort. "Y/n, is this okay?", she asked softly, squeezing your hand that laid off to the side.

That was the thing about CC that you always adored, how she took the time to make sure you were comfortable in whatever she was doing. Whether she was rough or not, she was still so gentle with you, treating you as if you were porcelain about to break.

In the span of three years, her sweet and caring nature never faded no matter how much time you'll be spending time with her. She was the sweetest girl that only you knew.

You smiled at her, "Yes, CC, everything is okay. Just remind me of how much I'm yours to handle."

She nodded before returning to her usual, pulling up your shirt until it was completely off your body, "You're always so gorgeous…" She whispered against your skin, pressing her lips on your body, trailing down your chest. Each touch was gentle and tender, all just for you to feel cherished.

"I'm gonna take it off, okay, sweetheart?" CC murmured before she was lifting up your hips herself, her fingers sliding into your waistband and discarding your shorts and undergarments off to the side.

You gasped at the sudden cold air hitting your warmth as CC knelt below you to get the perfect view of your pretty pussy she so adored.

You suck a moan under her hot breath against your clit, her arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you in, "Baby, please…"

"I'll get there, pretty girl." CC whispered, taking soft licks of your juices, lapping them as she inched a little further into your warmth, groaning against you.

She looked up, watching how your body reacts with her each touch she had on you, whether she should follow your wants or what she needs to be satisfied.

She could see the flicker of pleasure in your eyes, the way your breath hitched, how you sound with every whine that elicited from your glossy lips, the way you try to cover your moans with your palm.

CC moved away, your needy whine didn't go unnoticed, her lips brushing against your wet clit before wrapping around the needy warmth and sucking gently, your body instinctively creating the perfect arch, your hips rolling into your face as you chased to get the most friction out of her mouth as she held you down by her arms.

But just as you felt nearing an orgasm, CC pulled away, only leaving you panting and wanting more.

She towered over you, spreading your legs as she leaned in closer, the sight of your juices on your lips turned you on even more.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me," she whispered, leaning in closer and planting soft kisses along your face as she waited for your answer.

"You… want you.. inside," you whispered, "want all of you, right now, please…" you moaned as the words spilled out of you in a desperate plea, discreetly rolling your hips against her thigh.

CC smiled down at you, her touch gentle and loving as her hands trailed down below to caress your soft skin before giving you what you wanted, while the other hand held up your head, showering you with praises after praises.

You kissed her back, feeling her fingers slowly inching towards your entrance that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to kiss her once again, trying to drown out your rather loud moans yet your efforts failed.

"Such a good girl, you're taking me so well..." CC praised you, smiling against your lips, "You're so pretty like this, baby. All just for me." She inserted all three fingers inside of you, stretching you out in the most delicious way possible.

"F-fuck! CC, please," you moaned, looking up at her as she looked right at you back, covering your mouth with only your palm. Getting caught having sex with your girlfriend at night in a literal college dorm wasn't in your applications at all.

CC, however, seemed unfazed as she panted, rolling and curling her fingers inside of your warm heat, always finding that one spot that had you seeing stars. "Are you close?" she asked, speeding up her pace.

You could only nod frantically in response, feeling a knot tightening in your stomach, "Yes, yeah, I'm close," you gasped, your body almost trembling in pleasure.

"You know, Clarissa is only a dorm away from us." She took hold of your wrists and held them high above your head, her grip still soft to touch, like she was still trying to take care of you. "You're going to scream my name. Not 'baby', not 'love', not Clarissa or whatever her name is. Not anyone."

Your eyes widened in surprise, your mouth opening to protest, but you were cut off before you could speak.

"I want everybody to hear that you're mine, especially her." She continued, her fingers pushing deep into you as you arched your back, "I want her to know how good I'm fucking you, how well you're taking every inch of me. Tell them what a good girl you are for me."

In your clouded haze, you desperately nodded with half-lidded eyes that stared back at her, your mouth half opened as she kept eliciting pathetic moans and whines from your lips.

"M' gonna cum, baby… CC, please," you whimpered, your voice strained and coming out in choked sobs, feeling the knot tightening deep inside of you. CC relentlessly pushed you closer to the edge, your back arching as she whispered praises after praises.

She released your arms from her grasp and you immediately wrap them around her neck, pulling her impossibly close to your body, her fingers thrusting deeper inside of your pussy while her thumb traced your clit in circles.

"Don't hold it, y/n. Cum for me, pretty girl, it's alright," she whispered as you brought her close to your neck, pressing one last kiss to your skin, satisfying everything inside of you with one last thrust.

You cum almost immediately after, "CC! F-fuck!" you moaned, making sure everyone can hear you. Your walls clenched around her fingers all while she still tried to pump them in and out of you, her hand slick with your cum that went nowhere but down her palm.

You wrap your legs around her waist, seeking support in her body as your own trembled in pleasure, your back arching as you gradually went down from your high, "M' all yours, CC! S-shit, you're fucking me so well!" you gasped, your words coming out in ragged breaths as you were brought to a back to back orgasm.

While you were coming down from your high, CC was already showering you with kisses all over your body, whispering sweet nothings, words of praises and adoration that automatically flowed on instinct from her lips, "I'm right here, y/n. God, you're so so so perfect."

When she felt your body begin to relax, going limp on CC, she gently withdrew from you, reaching out for a nearby stand to grab a pair of tissues. She wiped her fingers clean and gently cleaned the beads of sweat that formed on your forehead.

"You did so well, baby," she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you, pretty girl. I love you so much."

CC slid her arms under your body, lifting you up and placing you against the headboard, taking note of how your eyes were shut close and your breaths were slightly labored. "Y/n? Y/n, are you alright? Was I too much?"

You chuckled softly, opening your eyes to meet her gaze as she settled into your lap, her arms wrapping around you protectively. Like you'd run away and never return into her hold. Her eyes were too pretty, too full with love and care for you, almost as if you already died and went to heaven.

"You were too soft, actually." you laughed, leaning in to kiss her, tasting her natural lipgloss with the mix of your juices; an odd taste you'd say. "Is that what jealousy gets to CC Walker?"

"Definitely not," she replied almost immediately. "But seeing you with her makes me feel like I am. I needed to feel close to you, for you to feel close to me…" Her voice trailed off, her words faltering. She was always the one who talked alot about her feelings, yet it always seemed so distant and struggled.

"Well, you're not really mine mine since, of course, you don't really belong to anybody. Hell, even I don't own you and no one should think that! But you know I just—"

You reached up to cup her cheek as you cut her off, your thumb brushing lightly against her skin, a gentle smile playing on your lips.

"Oh, you know a girl batting her eyes at me won't change the way I feel about you. That's completely ridiculous," you reassured her. "You're always going to be my top 1. You have my birthday on your jersey for fuck sakes, who couldn't say no to that?"

Her lips curved into a smile, a relief expression is what you'd assume. "Guess you've brought up a solid argument," she laughed, leaning into your touch. "I'll run you a bath, okay?"

"I'll come with," you were already trying to stand up until CC pushed you back down.

"As... a trophy winner of an international soccer team, I suggest you lie back down. Maybe watch a couple of movies or two and let me do the taking care part." She leaned on your forehead and walked to the shower, already gathering your clothes and towel.

You sat up from the bed, a stupid smile across your face as you watched this girl do everything for you. Oh, the way she was so sweet for you was unbelievable. "Don't you need a degree for me to believe you?"

"Yeah!" She yelled across the room, "But I am your girlfriend and you believed me when I said I almost quit soccer because of a shoulder injury when in actuality it was my mom. So." She shrugged, already entering the shower and turning on the faucet before returning back to you.

"You're simply awful." You smiled as you watch her come back with a water and her laptop. "I love you." You say as you kiss her forehead.

"I love you too. So much." She smiled, "but one thing." She sat beside you, rising up a blanket to cover your naked body as she waited for the bathtub to fill. "You have to promise me that you'll keep your eyes on me. And me only."

"Still on Clarissa?"

"Unfortunately so."

You chuckle. "Then, I promise on my life that I'll keep my eyes only for CC Walker. And CC Walker only."

"Forever?"

"Forever and Always."

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a/n: this is longer than i anticipated it to be

[pedroshotwifey]

Idk if you still do those nsfw requests... but if you do, can I request Nr 39 and either Din? Because I feel like din would be so taken aback by everything, as he just seems like a virgin at heart (sorry not sorry🥲)

Hi baby!! Don't you know sub/virgin Din is my specialty? 😏 I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader

Warnings: premature ejaculation, grinding, innocence kink, embarrassment, stuff I'm probably forgetting

Word count: 927

Cramped

*****

“Din, I really don’t think there’s enough room in that thing for all three of us,” you admit. 

“No, look,” he walks over to the small ship and points at the bubble on top. It appears to be a repurposed droid pit. “Grogu will sit up here.” 

You bite your tongue and nod, not wanting to let him down but knowing you need to explain that it’s just not going to happen. The N1 is a big downgrade from the Crest, but you can’t blame him for trying to make it work. 

“That’s really smart, but look at the cockpit.”

You watch as his helm turns to the small, single seater cockpit. 

“What do you mean?” 

You resist the urge to just stare at him. What does he mean ‘what do you mean’? 

“Din, do you really want to travel for days at a time cramped in that thing with me? I’d practically have to be in your lap.” You ignore the way your cheeks heat as a crude image pops into your head. You’ve been painfully aware of Din’s innocence for as long as you’ve been flying with him, but this is next-level. Does he really not get why this may be a problem? 

“It’ll be fine,” he says. “We can stop more often if we need to.” 

You sigh at him, about to bring up the fact that you’ll be wasting a ton of fuel if you stop every day you’re traveling. 

“Here, I’ll show you.” 

“Din, I–” 

“Just try it, please?” 

He’s already lifting the seal and getting in, settling himself in the pilot’s chair. He shifts his hips and spreads his thighs as he gets comfortable and makes room for you. It makes your mouth go dry. He’s a few years older than you, but absolutely fucking clueless. 

He says your name when you don’t move from the spot you’re standing in. “C’mon,” he motions his hand for you to come take a seat. You chew on your lip for a second but decide to indulge him. You’ll just have to be careful. 

You grab his hand and let him help hoist you up, bringing you to stand between his legs and then lower down. You make sure to shift down a bit so that your ass is on the edge of the seat instead of against his crotch. Of course, though, Din’s hands come to your hips to drag you toward him, getting the two of you flush to each other. 

You can feel heat in the tips of your ears now as you’re pulled over him slightly. You know he’s just trying to make sure you’re comfortable, but his efforts have the opposite effect when you can feel his soft cock pressing against you. Your body stiffens and you bite your lip, sending a prayer up the maker that it stays that way. 

The bulge is fucking impressive, you’re not going to lie. You’ve caught glances of it before—intentional or not—but this is insane. 

You try to subtly move yourself off of him the tiniest bit, more to relieve the pressure to his appendage than anything else. He lets you do so, but not much with his hands still on your hips with nowhere else to go. Then he moves them to your thighs, one resting on each. Okay, maybe they did have somewhere else to go. 

Another image shoves it’s way into your head, this one of his hands further between your legs, no barrier between the two of you as he uses one of them to—

You shake yourself out of it, squirming as you silently scold yourself. 

“See? It’s fi—” 

He chokes on his words as your ass brushes against him, the brief friction something he’s not used to. 

“Fuck, sorry,” you apologize frantically, trying to get up off of him so you don’t make him uncomfortable. You can already feel him stiffening. He moans softly and his hips shift a little as well, causing even more rubbing on parts that do not need to be rubbing. His hands tense on your thighs, holding you to him so you can’t move. You yelp, unsure of how to get out of this predicament without stirring him further. 

“What the fuck? Do that again. I liked it.” 

Your jaw drops. 

“W-what?” 

“Do that again. What was that?” 

“I–” 

He bucks his hips again, stimulating his now fully hardened cock. 

“Mph, that.” 

“I-Din, I don’t think you unders–” 

But he does it again, and you can feel arousal stirring within you despite yourself. He ruts up, a moan crackling through his modulator. His hands grasp harshly as he starts to grind against you. 

“D-Din–” 

Suddenly, he groans behind you, his body tensing and trembling as your face floods with embarrassment. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsing, a wet spot forming in his flight suit. It goes on for longer than you’ve ever seen before. You throb with want between your legs as you listen to him come down from his orgasm.

The two of you sit in silence, Din panting slightly as you try to process what just happened. 

“Cyar’ika?” 

You swallow. “Yes, Din?” 

“W-what was that?” 

“You just came,” you explain, trying to keep your hoarse voice loud enough for him to hear. 

“Oh,” he says, though you can tell he has no idea what the fuck you just said.

“Can I do it again?” 

You let out a shaky breath and turn your head slightly his way, knowing you’re not getting out of this explanation.

*****

Here’s the link to the prompt list if anyone else would like to request 🫶

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the diamond

lilac, chapter seventeen

a/n: idk if I should say i'm sorry or you're welcome. i guess it depends on what kind of day you're having as you read this.

summary: “did you really think a little bit of paperwork could stop me? Could stop us from being together?”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, dark, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kidnapping, crying, violence, cliffhanger

word count: 1717

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You didn’t recognise the opulent apartment you now found yourself in. Not that it really came as a shock. You properly only knew of a fraction of the properties Preston’s family owned. 

With gilded details and tall windows, you did however recognise the view as the familiar twinkle of the New York City skyline sparkled back at you. 

Scarcely breathing, you didn’t dare to even shift as you sat on the edge of a bed, its red silk sheets burned the nerves across your legs and worsened the nauseating sting at the back of your throat. 

Turning back to face you, Preston stepped up close and said, “Let’s get this off of you, shall we?” before he slowly peeled off the tape covering your lips, but as soon as he had rid you of it, you reeled forward slightly and spat directly in his face. The angry dollop slid down across his forehead and over the still freshly pink scar that split his dark eyebrow. But, to your horror, instead of getting angry, all your action did was conjure a dark chuckle deep within his chest, “I missed you too, doll,” you watched him reach up and wipe the saliva away before his fingers drifted down into his pocket and produced a switchblade that he promptly popped out with a flourish. Sucking in a sharp breath, you braced yourself, expecting for him to strike, only he didn’t. The knife instead sliced the tape constricting your ankles and then through the ones at your wrists, “there,” he shot you a bone-chilling smile, “much better.”

Glaring back at him, almost in disbelief at the measures he’d evidently be willing to take, you shuddered, “I-I have a restraining order against you.” 

“You do,” he nodded matter a factly, “why, did you really think a little bit of paperwork could stop me? Could stop us from being together?” your frame jumped jaggedly as you felt his touch slither up your sides, “we’re soulmates, you and I. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can keep us apart,” he breathed as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to yours. Staying as still as you possibly could, the sting of tears rolled down your cheeks as he soon leaned back, a sour look now tainting his features, “kiss me back,” he growled through gritted teeth, “we haven’t seen each other in two months, so kiss me the fuck back. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Choking down a sob, you willed your lips to meet his again, trembling fretfully as you gave him what he wanted, the forceful feeling of his tongue invading your mouth forced a petrified whimper to escape your lungs, one that he mistook as praise as one of his ring adorned hands came up to clasp your jaw possessively. 

When he finally pulled back, leaving just a sliver of air between you, a question left your quivering lips.

“Preston, where are we?”

“Nowhere important,” his dark eyes trailed one of the tears rolling down your face, “don’t worry, this is just temporary till the morning. Gosh, you look so beautiful when you cry…”

“W-what’s happening in the morning? Where are we going?”

“To this little island my dad’s got in the Caribbean. You’ll like it, trust me. It’s got some of the bluest water you’ve ever seen,” he smirked before briefly turning his head to the rough-looking man posted by the door as a guard, “hey, go fetch me a drink.”

“Right away, sir,” he complied. 

As Preston turned his gaze back to you, his head began to shake as it washed down the length of your body, “what is this dress you’re wearing? You know I hate you in green on you.” 

“I-I’m sorry. I could go change if you–” 

But your sentence crumbled into nothing as you felt the cold tip of his knife trail up your leg, “oh, there’s no need for that, doll,” the blade scraped over your skin, up the slit where your wrap dress had parted like a curtain over your thigh, never hard enough to actually draw blood, but just enough to rip up a layer or two of flesh. He continued after he reached the top of your thigh, dragging it up your velvet dress till he slipped it under the knot that held your garment closed, and cut clean through it. The slash didn’t automatically cause the dark green fabric to fall open completely, but Preston didn’t hesitate to unwrap you like a birthday present, “damn..” he groaned as he pushed the dress open, revealing your lack of undergarments beneath, “would you look at that… you’re not wearing anything underneath this… ” you squeezed your eyes shut as he then grazed the tip of his knife over your skin, from the peak of your breast to low down on your stomach, he trailed it like he would his wicked tongue, in some sick and twisted up way caressing you with the weapon, “tell me, doll, just why aren’t you? I’d love to think this is all for me, but you didn’t know we’d be reunited tonight, so who is it for?” rage gradually began to harshen his tone, “who?” as you found yourself unable to form any words at all, “is it that guy? What did you call him… Frank? Have you been whoring yourself out to Frank? Not wearing anything underneath your dresses and making it easy for him to just slide in and use what belongs to me?” nicking the curve of your waist, he then shook you as he barked, “answer me!” successfully drawing a shrill scream from your lungs as you squeezed your eyes shut even tighter. 

Just as you feared he’d give you more than just a shy scratch, the double doors to the bedroom creaked open and in stepped the guard. Without another word, Preston’s presence disappeared. 

Cautiously fluttering your bloodshot eyes open once more, you saw as the guard settled back into his place and Preston clutched a stout crystal glass, hastily downing the dark amber liquid before slamming it onto a side table. Trying your best to cover yourself back up, you watched as Preston folded up the switchblade and stuffed it back into his pocket. 

Letting out a deep sigh, he then dipped his fingers into his dark suit jacket, and from an inner pocket, fished out a small velvet box.

“I got you a new ring, by the way,” he huffed, opening it up as he stepped back to where you sat, “this one’s bigger, like I promised.” 

Sitting down on the crimson sheets beside you, he seized your trembling hand and slid the extravagant band into place, gripping your palm painfully as you glanced down at the massive diamond hauntingly glimmering back at you.

“You like it?” 

The silver felt as if it burned your finger, like it had been dipped in hot searing acid mere seconds before sliding into place over your knuckles. But still, you just offered him a shaky nod as more tears dripped from your chin. 

Lifting your glare from the colossal rock, you looked over at the guard and attempted to subtly catch his eye. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Preston swiftly noticed as his gaze never strayed far from you, “are you really so stupid that you think one of my guys will help you get away from me? Seriously? No amount of crocodile tears can get them to betray me,” locking his fingers around your jaw, you felt his hot breath graze the shell of your ear, “they’re loyal to me, to the Humphrey name,” casting his glace towards the guard, he snapped his free fingers, “hey, you! Look at my fiancé,” and to your horror, parted your ruined dress, “isn’t she beautiful? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” his reply had a military, nearly robotic lack of feelings to it, but nevertheless managed to still scratch Preston’s itch.

With his right, inked hand, Preston groped your breast firmly, “these gorgeous tits,” before sliding his unwanted touch further down your trembling body, “this round ass and this tight fucking cunt, all belongs to me,” he growled, before stretching his palm out towards the guard, “give me your lighter,” to which the harsh man swiftly obeyed, “I want everyone to know so, no matter what happens, no matter if you lose your ring again or what, I want everyone to know,” peeling his extravagant pinkie ring off, the swirly H that was embossed on it indicated it was his family ring that he now held in his grasp, harshly commanded the guard, “hold her still,” before he flicked on the lighter and held the flame under the seal, heating it up till the metal nearly glowed. Tuning out your screams of searing agony, Preston pressed the scorching crest to the very top of your exposed thigh and branded you like you were just a stock animal, “there,” he waved a hand for the guard to let go of you, “that should do the trick.” 

As you shuttered in pain, Preston drew you in so close that you ended up in his lap, your spine pressed up against his chest and a horrifying hardness determined beneath your bottom.

“What do you think, doll? Should I let him stand there and watch us fuck?” he rocked selfishly below you, “maybe tonight will be the night I finally knock you up–” 

His vile words were cut short as a series of gunshots suddenly went off on the other side of the door. 

“You,” Preston waved to the guard, “go see what’s going on.”

Pulling out a gun, the man then slipped out only for the symphony of struggle to fill the apartment further. 

“Shit,” you heard Preston mutter in alarm before he conjured his knife once more. 

But when the scuffle abruptly stopped and silence washed over the luxurious apartment, only a moment passed before the grand double doors slammed open and in the threshold, with a gun firmly trained in Preston’s direction, stood the blood-soaked visage of Frank. 

Moving just as fast, Preston shifted behind you, hauling you up to your feet and holding you to him like a shield as you felt the razor-like edge of his blade press against your throat.

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[buckychristwrites]

About You | Day 4 | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Idk maybe its kinda fluffish. Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: Let me know what you think! :)

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It was admittedly difficult to sleep that night. Firstly, the couch was just not your choice of  a preferred sleeping spot. Secondly, it was weird having a person sleeping in your bed, especially a person who you didn’t sleep with, and especially especially since that person was Jamie Tartt. 

Which explains why you were up so early, two pans on the stove with breakfast. One with eggs, the other with potatoes frying up. On the counter was the bread, waiting patiently to be cooked in the toaster.

Movement in the bedroom told you that Jamie was awake. Turning from the pans, you threw two slices of bread into the toaster. By the time you had turned back, the door to the bedroom crept open and slow footsteps made their way down the hallway. Rubbing his eyes, Jamie appeared in the open living room. When you looked up at him, you found him still just in his boxers. The two of you stared at each other for a while with similar looks of surprise. You couldn’t say why he was in shock, but for you, it was because of the nakedness. 

“I woke up thinkin’ that I had the strangest dream,” He said slowly, looking around the room with squinted eyes. His back was facing you when he spoke again. “Guess it was not a dream.”

“Not a dream,” You said, scrunching your face. He flopped down on your couch, running his hands up and down his face.

“Drank too much,” He admitted. “My head is fuckin’ killin’ me.”

“Did your clothes evaporate overnight?” You asked him in an unusually high pitched voice. Though you weren’t looking at him, you could sense his eyes jump back towards you. 

“They’re still on the floor, thanks.”

“Well, thank God. I was worried, since you decided not to dress before coming out.” He was trying and failing to hide a smile.

“Fine, fine.” He sauntered back towards the bedroom, and against your better judgement, you looked up from the stove, letting your gaze fall up and down his backside before he disappeared down the hall. 

“We have to be out the door soon, so hurry up!” You called to him, receiving a groan in response. The toast popped out of the toaster suddenly, making you jump. You grabbed a plate and filled it with half the food, setting it down before doing the same with another. When Jamie re-entered the scene, this time fully clothed and with brushed hair, you handed him a plate. 

“Eat fast. I’ll drive us to work.” The sentence felt so weirdly domestic, and you wanted to hate it more than you did.

He nodded, taking a seat at the small dining table and digging in. You sat across from him and did the same. It was a silent meal, but comfortable, as if the two of you had been eating meals together for a long time. Before you knew it, the plates were empty. Jamie stood just as you were about to and grabbed your dish.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” You said, reaching to take them from him, but he waved you off. 

“Please.”

You said nothing more, instead rushing towards the bedroom so you could get ready. From the kitchen, you could hear water running and dishes clanking together, making you freeze. Is he doing the dishes? You finished getting dressed and quickly brushing your hair before walking back out. Jamie was just pulling the gloves off his hands as you came into view. Turning towards you, he looked you up and down, expressionless, before speaking. 

“You good?” He asked. You nodded, a surreal feeling washing over you.

How did your day start like this?

The two of you made your way down to the car park, where you climbed into the driver’s side. The rain was still modestly falling, although it was nowhere near the magnitude it had been the morning prior. Despite turning the car on, you made no move to leave, even after Jamie was in and secured. A few seconds passed before you felt his stare fall on you.

“I think we should start over,” You said, before turning your head to meet his gaze. “We’ve both done things, and continuing to fault the other for the past is counterproductive. I think we should go into today with a clean slate between us.” 

“Dunno,” He said as you came to a stop light. A moment of deja vu hit you as you turned to face him, reminding you of the evening before. When you met his eye, you found him smirking. “I kinda like bein’ mean to ya.” 

“Well, in that case…” You trailed off, the both of you laughing at the exchange. After a second, you tilted your head. “I’m not saying we have to be the best of friends who braid each other’s hair and share their deepest darkest secrets. But at least while I’m around for the next week, we can pretend.”

He lifted a finger at you before saying, “Or two.” You looked at him in confusion.

“Or two what?”

“Weeks.”

“Or two weeks,” You repeated back to him in agreement. 

But you didn’t think it was pretending, at least not for you. It was then that you realised that you were, indeed, starting to like Jamie Tartt as a person. Though he was still stubborn and arrogant, the night before had been a moment of clarity for you. He was just as broken as everyone else, despite his cool exterior. Inside, he was just a young boy, begging for validation and affirmation. But most importantly, he was begging for the love he didn’t receive from his father. Beyond that, the night before had you laughing the hardest that you had in a while. 

The car behind you honked, you cursing under your breath as you drove through the green light that you had, once again, missed.

“I think you’re right,” He finally said. A smile playing at your lips, you glanced over at him. “It’s hard bein’ angry that you’re here.” He paused, and it was then you noticed the water bottle in his lap, which was he messing with the lid of. “You…” A beat passed. “You didn’t turn out to be the villain I’d made you in me head all these years.” 

Something about that made your heart swell.

“You’re not as bad as I made you out to be, either.” You smiled with your face forward. And though you weren’t looking at him, you thought you caught a smile out of the corner of your eye.

“Although,” He added, his voice quiet. You eyed him, waiting patiently. He let out a slight laugh, rubbing his forehead. “You actually do know my deepest, darkest secrets now.” 

Something fluttered in your stomach.

The next thing either of you knew, you were putting the car in park. A few spaces over was Jamie’s car, patiently waiting for him. You pulled his keys out of your purse and handed them.

“I take it you'll need those.” 

He opened his mouth to say something, but immediately seemed to backtrack. You studied him. For a man who had been drinking so hard the night before, he seemed like he was in good spirits. Suddenly, he was jumping out of the car. 

“Can’t sit here all day, can we?”

You followed, having another moment of deja vu as the two of you walked in the club together. Despite having worked there for what you could assume was a while, the security guard still appeared overjoyed at the sight of Jamie, and forgot to check your pass. 

It seemed like the entire team was waiting for the pair of you, for once he, then you, entered, a chunk of them circled around like a pack of dogs.

“What happened last night?”

“Did you drive, Jamie? Is your car okay?”

“Did you sleep on the street?”

“Lads, lads, let’s calm down, yeah? A man is still nursin’ a hangover,'' Jamie pushed through them to get to his locker. Once he had broken from the pack, all eyes landed on you. The anxiety in your chest began to creep up.

“I drove him to his place. threw him in bed, and then I went back home, myself,” You explained to them. Over Dani’s shoulder, you could see Jamie look over at you. Holding his gaze for a moment, he nodded at you as if to thank you. You looked back at the others without giving any sort of reply. They all seemed to accept this explanation without further questioning. 

“We are just glad you got home safely,” Sam said, a wide smile that he gave to both you and Jamie. 

“Didn’t seem concerned when you sent the enemy after me, did ya?” Jamie asked, making the others roar out in laughter. You couldn’t help but laugh along with them as you could hear the playfulness in his tone. 

“We were just gonna let what God intended to happen, happen, bruv,” Isaac said to him. 

“Maybe God intended for her to go after you, Jamie!” Dani added. 

Jamie and you exchanged a look before quickly looking away. Your cheeks grew very hot. Jamie awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. 

With immaculate timing, the coaches entered in that moment, saving the both of you from having to come up with a response. You took your place against the wall, although now you allowed yourself to stand a bit closer to Jamie’s locker. 

As they spoke, you took notes. 

“Didya ever think that maybe you’d learn more if you listened than just writing down whatever they say?” Jamie whispered into your ear. His breath was warm against your skin. Ignoring that feeling, you shot him a glare. 

“I don’t need to know how to play football,” You reminded him, glancing at the coaches to make sure they weren’t privy to the two of you talking before going on. “So I don’t need to learn what all this means.” 

“Just tryna help ya sound smart for ya article.”

“Are you saying I sound stupid?”

“You could sound smarter…” 

“And who made you the expert on sounding smart?”

“Meself, obviously.”

“What are your qualifications, footballer?”

“Well-“

“I’m sorry, is this meetin’ interruptin’ you?” Roy’s voice boomed through the room, making the two of you jump.

“Sorry,” Jamie called out, raising his hand in apology. You lowered your head and furiously pretended to be writing notes innocently. Roy’s glare lingered for another few seconds before Beard continued talking. 

When everyone began to head towards the tunnel, you walked towards the entrance to the stands. 

“Oi.” You turned to see Jamie watching you. “Just come out with us. You can stand with the coaches.” When you opened your mouth to counter him, he waved his arm towards himself as a gesture to follow him. “It’ll be easier for you to take your wee notes. Let’s go.” Conceding, you followed him out onto the pitch. 

The rain had stopped, the sky still blanketed with clouds. The players started running their drills. You stood a few feet behind the coaches. Being on the pitch as opposed to the stands did make a difference. It was much easier to hear the coaches, and you could hear the players as well. 

“So,” A voice next to you said. You jumped, damn near throwing your notepad across the field before turning to find Beard next to you, standing in the same exact stance when he had been in front of you just moments before. “A truce was called, then?” After you remembered how to breathe, you nodded. 

“We talked it out, I think.” The two of you looked out in time to see Jamie fold over in laughter over something Isaac said. 

“I haven’t seen him in such high spirits since Ted left,” Beard admitted. The mention of the former head coach brought your thoughts to a screeching halt. You glanced at him for a brief second before turning back to Jamie.

“He hasn’t brought Lasso up at all to me.” 

Beard blew a raspberry, shaking his head. “He was really torn up about it. I don’t think he wanted anyone to know.” He was thoughtful as he continued to watch the footballer kick a ball into the net. “I think he viewed him as a father figure.” You thought back to the conversation from your car, where Jamie told you about his abusive father. The pain in his voice was so clear, along with the hesitation to tell you. 

“He told me a little about his dad,” You said quietly. 

“I’ve never witnessed such behaviour from a parent,” Beard admitted. “Disgusting.” This truly grabbed your attention, making you turn your entire body towards the coach.

“You saw it?” You asked. “You saw his father abuse him?” The expression on Beard’s face became a pained one, the memory clear as day on his face.

“It was at Wembley, when we played Man City,” He explained. “Pops came backstage, clearly sloshed. Wanted to bring his buddies through security to take pictures of the pitch. Jamie said no.” He began to shake his head. “Started calling his own son names, and getting in his face. We had lost, morale was low. Jamie clobbered him right in the nose.” At this, he looked proud. “He deserved more than that, but I’m glad he got what he did get.” 

You felt sick. The breakfast you had worked so hard to make was threatening to make a reappearance all over the rich green grass. 

When Jamie had told you about his dad, you had assumed it had happened a long time ago,  maybe as soon as when he had just started out. Never would you have ever thought that it was happening so recently that Coach Beard, or any of the current members of the team for that matter, would’ve been there to bear witness. 

No wonder your articles hurt him so much. It all made more sense now. He was getting abused two fold.

The second your eyes found Jamie, seeing his smile as he passed the ball to his teammates, you felt a surge of pride towards him. He was a huge jerk for a long time, following in the shadow of his father. But he learned, and he grew. Now he knew kindness and love. 

The transformation was quite magical.

The whistle blew and the players made their way towards the coaches. Jamie stood next to you, eyeing you curious.

“You alright?”

You turned to face him, and it felt like you were seeing him for the first time.

“I’m good.”

He stared at you for a long time, eyes searching your face, before nodding. Crossing his arms over his chest, he turned to face the front again. You began taking notes again. It was hard to focus, with the newfound information fighting to be at the forefront of your mind. It felt strange, knowing something so intimate about Jamie that he hadn’t told you. Part of you wondered if you should tell him, but maybe that wasn’t for the best. You weren’t out of the woods yet when it came to your relationship with him, and it wasn’t best to rock the boat further. Maybe after the article you’d-

No. After the article, you’d be back to business as usual. There wouldn’t be any chances to talk to him about anything, really. You’d be off the pitch and back in your office. He’d continue to play football and be Jamie. And it would be like none of this ever happened.

Why the fuck is this making me so sad? You asked yourself.

Pulling you from your thoughts was Jamie bumping his hip against yours. You jumped slightly, before turning to look at him. His face was filled with amusement.

“Sorry, Jumpy,” He said with a voice filled with laughter. “I was thinkin’ we could have a chat after practice, if ya want.” You shook your head with more force than you intended.

“Yeah, that would be great!” There must’ve been something off about your tone, for he knitted his eyebrows together, his head tilting slightly.

“You sure you’re alright?” 

Inhaling slowly, you nodded again. This time with more ease.

“I’m fine, Tartt.” At first, he seemed shocked that you were back to calling him by his last name, but the smile you gave seemed to placate him, as he returned it almost as quick. 

When practice was over, and the field had been cleared out, it was just Jamie and yourself who remained. You sat in the grass, running your fingers across the even cut blades. Jamie was standing, and was moving around as if he wasn’t able to stop.

“Do you ever relax?” You asked him, your phone already set to record. He paused at this, raising his hands in question.

“I’m always relaxed.”

“That’s definitely not true.” He scoffed, but you continued. “What do you do to unwind?” This made him stop, genuine thought on his face.

“I dunno,” He admitted. “I like havin’ a pint with friends. Layin’ on me couch sometimes.” When his eyes found you again, he found your face scrunched up. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m gonna make that the headline,” You said as you raised your hands and wrote a line in the air in front of you. “‘Jamie Tart: He Also Drinks Beer and Lays On The Couch.’” He laughed.

“Fuck off.” Shaking your head, you looked around at the field.

“If you could talk to any deceased person for 30 seconds, who would it be and what would you say?”

The next words out of his mouth hit you like a train. In the most earnest voice, he said, “I’d talk to George Harrison, and tell him thank ya for inspirin’ me to live my life.”

The recording was instantly turned off, as it was ruined by the way you were laughing. Jamie looked scandalised as you fell backwards into the grass.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?”

“Didn’t you only just find out about George Harrison dying?”

“I didn’t know!” He shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “Can’t know everything all the time, can I?” As you came down from your laughter, wiping a tear from your eye, you shook your hand.

“No, you can’t.”

He started moving around again, and you watched him. Recalling the conversation from earlier with Beard, you bit your lip.

“What about living?”

He paused.

“What?”

You inhaled sharply. “If you could say whatever you wanted to any living person, with no consequences, what would you say?” 

This made him really freeze, his eyebrows properly knitted together. After a moment of silence, he took a few steps forward and sat down just a few feet from you. Elbows on his knees, he rested his chin in his palms.

“I’d ask my dad why I wasn’t enough to keep ‘im sober.” All traces of humour left your face. He nodded before continuing, “I’d tell him I needed him to treat me as more than a punchin’ bag.” Another beat passed. “And then I’d thank him. I’m the man I am today in spite of him. And I’m proud of that.” 

He was staring at his hands right then. You smiled at him.

“You should be.” 

His head jumped upward, eyes falling on you once more. Your smile was more broad this time, as you leaned forward a little.

“Yeah?” He asked, as if his opinion was hanging by the thread of your answer. 

You nodded firmly. “Yeah.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

I have a request if they’re open! I’m think dealer!remus comforting autistic reader since she’s scared that Remus is one of her hyper-fixactions. Totally not projecting myself into this 🫣

some of my past relationships have just felt like hyper-fixations of mine so I feel like autistic reader may feel the same idk. What do you think? 💗💗💗

i can see this and i understand this and so this was born:

liking remus and laughing at his jokes and spending time with him starts to feel weird out of nowhere.

you’re at his apartment, legs in his lap, munching on some fruit he got when you said yes to coming over, when the inkling that he might be a hyper fixation pops up.

you’re learning everything about him, spending days on end with him, doing your favourite things and his and suddenly the crush you’d had on him feels like it’ll end the moment you say the inevitable, ‘i like you more than friends remus.’

all of a sudden, your chest feels tight with your lack of surety and you curse your brain for how it works.

you can’t stop looking at him and wondering what what moment exactly will your brain decide that whatever is being built is over and he’s no longer interesting.

remus turns to you, cutting your silent crisis short with a worried look.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, squeezing your heel where it rests on his thigh.

it’s hard to find the words to tell him because if it is a hyper fixation remus should know; but then if it isn’t you run the risk of telling him of your feelings prematurely.

“dove?” he sits up straight, hand holding onto your shin now.

“s-sorry, got lost in my head.” it’s not a whole lie.

remus doesn’t seem settled with the answer and takes the almost finished bowl of assorted fruit from you and sets it on his coffee table.

“anything you can talk about?” you’re grateful for the way he phrases it and that fact makes itself known when tears spring to your eyes.

you really hope he isn’t a hyper fixation. you’re not aware that your breathing is harsh and labored until remus tugs you into his lap.

“hey,” his thumb collects the tears on the apples of your cheeks and you shut your eyes not having the heart to continue looking at him “what’s the matter, dove? you’re scaring me.”

he is scared, terrified that somehow he’s ruined whatever you both have got going on and he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t know you’re just as terrified that your brain has built him up and is about to make him come crashing down and make you disgusted by him soon enough.

“i’m sorry for crying,” you say softly and remus sucks at his teeth.

“don’t be sorry for that dove. crying is good.”

there goes your heart, racing away with his easygoing, kind words.

“you can tell me anything, y’know that yeah?” you nod, letting the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek help regulate you.

“i think my brain is playing tricks on me,” you say softly after a couple beats of silence.

remus frowns but doesn’t interrupt. he doesn’t want to set you off the course you’ve started.

“you know how sometimes you watch a show and there’s just something about it that makes you want to know everything about everything?” you open your eyes to catch his nod.

“i think my brain is doing that with you, but the part i’m scared about is after when i’ve learnt everything there is to know.”

“why? do you think you’ll know something you don’t want to?”

you huff a laugh and shake your head. “i’m afraid that when i know everything about you, my brain will decide that’s enough and i won’t want to know anything else about you again.”

remus coos and it makes more tears spring to your eyes. he pulls your forehead to press against his, noses brushing and if you weren’t crying you’d be hyper aware of how close you are.

“i can’t promise that won’t happen,” he says gently, thumb grounding you as it continues stroking your cheek.

“but, i can promise that even if your brain decides you’re done with me, i won’t hold it against you. and i’ll always be here for when your brain decides that it wants to know something again.”

your tears don’t stop and remus doesn’t try to stop them. he holds you till you cry every last bit of moisture from your body and he holds you some more when you fall asleep clinging to him on his sofa.

[joaniscruzing]

stars between us - ch.4 - h.c

i'm challenging myself to get something out later tonight so def stay tuned y'all (it's a hazel oneshot) Comment on this if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Summary: You and Hazel play some truth or dare with the others, and then go and look at the stars, high as fuck on edibles.

(im thinking like talk too much by renee rapp for this? idk)

Contains: fluff, an almost kiss, use of drugs/cannabis products, a game, talk about the kiss with hazel and PJ

“Who’s ready for some truth or dare? Huh?” PJ pats the floor beside her. You and Hazel look at each other, shrug, and sit down.

“Okay. So. We’re going to spin this bottle, based off whoever’s turn it is, they get to spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to do a truth or dare. If they don’t want to, they have to kiss whoever spun the bottle.”

“That’s not horrible,” you admit, nodding. Hazel nods as well, agreeing with your statement. PJ spins the bottle first, which lands on Hazel.

“Truth or Dare, Hazel?”

“Um, Dare.” Hazel says, after a moment of contemplation.

“I dare you to have one of the edibles.” Hazel exhales, taking one in her hand. She stares at it.

“You know, you can just say no and kiss me, Hazel,” PJ quips. That’s when Hazel immediately puts it in her mouth.

“You’ve kissed me once, and I’m sure as hell NOT doing that again. Things were so weird after.” Josie explains that PJ tried going after Hazel after that happened, to which Hazel very quickly rejected PJ.

“You mind if I have and edible as well?” you ask PJ. She hands you one, to which you pop in your mouth. You see Hazel smile, glad that you had remembered your little pact from earlier. Hazel spins the bottle, to which it lands on Isabel.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Isabel replies, pushing some of her hair behind her.

“What caused you to join fight club?”

“Well, Hazel, I overheard you talking about female solidarity, and I realized that I didn’t have a lot of that. I wanted to be able to defend myself the way Josie had defended me at the fair that night, and I knew that fight club was going to be how I built up my confidence.” The night goes on, the same sort of thing happening. PJ at some point gets bored, and decides to end the game. By then, you and Hazel’s edibles have taken full effect.

“Oh my god, we never got to look at the stars!” Hazel yells out of nowhere, shaking your arm.

“You’re so right, we never got to see the stars!” The two of you grab a blanket from the bed and lay it down nearby the cabin outside. The two of you lie down.

“Wait, tell me about that one.” Hazel points to Orion and Artemis.

“Okay, okay. So basically, that one and that one fell in love with each other, but that one’s twin brother hated her lover, so he tricked her into shooting him with her bow and arrow. She didn’t know though, and when he became washed up on the beach, she put him as a constellation so she could see him and visit him with her chariot.” Hazel, wide eyed, turns around and looks at you.

“If you died. I’d totally think of you as a constellation. Like, you’re so pretty.”

“But have you seen yourself? You’re like the prettiest. Like, right now, I can’t stop staring at the bump in your nose. It’s beautiful.”

“Why are you looking at the bump in my nose?”

“Because…” you answer, holding your hand in the air, “you have really pretty details.” Hazel holds your face in her hands, rubbing your cheeks with her thumbs.

“I feel so light and happy right now. I feel like I’m a little kid again.” she says, as honest as ever.

“Sometimes I wish I was a kid again,” you admit. “All of this post-high-school stuff is scary.”

“We’ll stay in touch though, right?” Hazel asks, “like after this trip and after high school?”

“Of course, Haze.” The two of you are very close to each other. Your noses brush against each other as she leans in, and you do too. However, Brittany opens the door to check in on you two.

“You guys, it’s getting late, and we have to get up early to pack. How about we head inside?” The two of you begrudgingly go inside, taking the blanket with you. You both plop down on the bed, with no care to even put a blanket over the two of you, begin yapping to each other about the future again, and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

taglist: @at1nyzen @slaughtercarrie @sophia2414 @canmargesimpson

[jeeseth]

greatest prize

pairing : bang jeemin x fem!reader

summary : jeemin, the centre of your school basketball team, made it to the final round of their tournament. and with that, you made a deal with jeemin that if she won the game, you'd be her girlfriend.

cw/tw : non-idol au, fluff, cutie patootie jeemin, grammatical error 💀

It’s 8 in the morning, and here you are, sitting on your table, drinking the banana milk that was in your locker. You’re well aware of who put it in there.

“Kim y/n!!”

You flinched when Hyewon suddenly appeared in front of you. Everyone in your class started looking at her weirdly before continuing what they were doing.

“Wonie, calm down will ya! Anyway, what’s up?” You sighed, resting your cheeks in your palms while sipping the banana milk.

She took a deep breath before saying “Do you know that our school basketball team made it to the final round?!?” She exclaimed while shaking your poor table, this actions caught the other students attention.

“Wait wait really?!? our school made it?” One of your classmates chimed in.

“Yes! and the final will take place in our town stadium!! can you believe that?!?”

“Damn yn, we HAVE to go. I bet jeemin will asked you to go too later.” Hyewon teased, giggling afterwards.

Long story short, you were known as ‘the girl that Bang Jeemin likes’. And you were known to the whole school for that. You’re not sure how you feel about being known for that. I mean, yes, you do find Jeemin quite attractive, but you barely even know this girl. Jeemin is really kind and everything, which makes it oblivious that she likes you a lot.

Jeemin would always put your favourite banana milk in your locker in the mornings or after recess. Not only that, but this girl will do anything to get your attention, such as winking at you in private or yapping odd pick-up lines and dad jokes. You think it's hilarious (and charming) that she's trying so hard to start a conversation with you.

Jeemin is quite famous at school for being the centre of your school basketball team. You sometimes wondered, How did she even notice you in the first place? I mean, compared to Jeemin, you don’t really have a big circle of friends, and you’re not even that famous in school. Other than being known as the girl that Jeemin’s like, you were also known as the top student (nerdy, I see). Maybe this is why Jeemin will always ask you for your biology and mathematics notes. 

Despite sharing only a few classes with Jeemin, you always saw her everywhere you went. Imagine going to the school garden to have a break, and then, poof, she popped out of nowhere. So you mostly spend your time in the garden listening to her yapping about basketball. You don’t mind it at all; you actually really enjoy her company.

“Hey, y/n.”

You stopped rearranging your locker when you heard the voice you recognized. You turned around and saw Jeemin standing while looking everywhere else except your eyes.

“Hm? Do you need anything Jee?”

Jeemin was flustered by the sudden nickname but she shrugged it off by clearing her throat.

“Will you come to the game tomorrow? Uh you know its the final and it seems like half of the school is going. i-i just want to know if you’re going too.” she muttered. you find it absolutely adorable at how she’s stuttering and how she can barely held an eye contact with you

“Hmm idk, will you win though?” you asked which caught jeemin by surprise.

“O-of course i will, im Bang Jeemin! I never lose!” she replied with her puffed out. You laughed at her response, and to Jeemin your laugh sounds heavenly to her which made her smile softly.

“I’ll ask my friends first okay? i’ll let you know later if im coming or not.” you smiled.

“Alright, i hope you can come.”

"Wait, Jee, are you practicing tonight?” You asked because you sometimes saw Jeemin practicing alone at the street basketball court. She usually practices from dawn until midnight because you know how much Jeemin dislikes the heat.

“Yes, i am. Why?” she asked, titling her head afterwards.

“No, it’s nothing. Goodluck!”

“40!” Jeemin breathed out before laying on the ground.

She’s currently practicing her shoots for tomorrow’s game. Here she lay on the ground with her messy hair and her favourite hoodie. She was staring at night sky before you appeared in her vision. “Y/n?”

She sat up in a flash, and you chuckled before kneeling in front of her to fix her messy hair that was covering her face. You just came back from a convenience store, and when Jeemin mentioned that she'd be practicing tonight, you thought of buying her some drinks and snacks.

“Here, I bought you some drinks and snacks. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” You smiled softly before standing up and placed the plastic bag at a nearby bench.

You take some drinks from the plastic bag to give to Jeemin but before you can even turned around, you felt her hugging you from behind.

“J-jeemin?” you stuttered, completely flustered by her sudden action. You can hear her breathing heavily so you just let her for a moment before she reluctantly pulled away.

“I-I’m sorry—” you cut her off by hugging her this time. Jeemin was taken aback but still wrapped her arms around you to keep you warm from the chilly weather.

“What are you sorry for?” you laughed, pulling away slightly to look at her face which is now tinted with a bright pink.

“I thought I make you uncomfortable..” she mumbled, still looking away. You giggled before taking her hands to sit down at a nearby benches.

You two sat in silence as Jeemin enjoyed the drinks and snacks you bought for her. She even offered if you want some but you told her that you have already eaten at home before going out.

“Hey, y/n.” Jeemin called as you hummed and look at her.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I really like you. And I don’t know how you feel about it. But, I want to say thank you for you know, um not being uncomfortable or sum.” Jeemin chuckled and looked down to her feets while playing with her hands. You took notice of it and held her hands.

“Jee, I would never. In fact, who knew maybe i like you too?” You said causing Jeemin to faced your direction. You already can see how a smile is slowly creeping its way to her lips.

“You like me?”

“I don’t know~” you shrugged your shoulders playfully. Jeemin stands in front of you with a big smile on her face.

“Then, let’s make a deal. If i win the game tomorrow, can we be together?” Jeemin asked, anticipating for an answer from you.

You chuckled before replying, “Deal.”

It’s d-day of the final, and the stadium is filled with people and students from your school and the other schools. You’re feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

“Omg y/n, there they are!” Hyewon pointed at your school basketball team and your eyes landed on Jeemin immediately. Her in that basketball jersey with her hair tied up in a ponytail. As both school began to enter the court, the stadium echoed with more loud cheers and anticipation.

And when the whistle blows, the final game has officially started. The game unfolded with exhilarating intensity, each team giving it their all. Jeemin’s focus was however unwavering, her mind in sync with the rhythm of the game. Half time in, and it seems like the opponent school is leading with 3 points ahead. You couldn’t help but to feel worried. With only 10 minutes more, you’re not sure if they can catch up.

You’re sure Jeemin is feeling the same thing. She couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. With the time ticking, they slowly started catching up. Jeemin’s gaze changed, and you saw how her captain was patting her back to tell her to calm down. 

Time is still ticking, with a minute left. The current points are 110–109; your school is only a point behind. You saw how the players on your school team were exchanging glances before smirking afterwards. With 30 seconds on the clock, Yunah, the captain, shouted, “Jeemin, it’s time! Everyone, now!” And with that, they all started running towards the opponent and started attacking. Your mouth went wide open at how fast they were dribbling. In 10 seconds, Yunah passed the ball to Jeemin to make the shot. It won’t be easy, seeing how the opponent is right in front of her, blocking Jeemin’s way. Everyone in the stadium feels anxious, but not Jeemin. She smirked before going back a little and there she shoots, startling the opponent. They tried to block it, but the balls were already halfway to the hoop. And then the clock ticked down, just as soon as the ball went into the hoop.

“And there it is, Bang Jeemin buzzer beater!!” the mc shouted into the mic, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, Jeemin’s heart swelling with pride.

Everyone in the crowd went into the court to congratulate the players. They celebrated, but Jeemin’s eyes were locked on you the whole time. You saw how Jeemin came to you with her arms open. You couldn’t contain your excitement any longer, so you giggled before going down and into her arms. Well, not really. We could say that you dashed into her lips; it was strong enough to knock Jeemin down, but she held back by holding your waist and deepening the kiss. You’re glad that probably nobody noticed the two of you, but you’re sure enough that your friends are going to tease you later. 

Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead on yours. You caressed her cheeks softly before pecking her lips one more time. She chuckled and kissed your cheeks.

“This is greater than the actual prize.” Jeemin mumbled which make you giggles.

“You’re finally mine, y/n. I promise you that i’ll love you with all my heart yeah?” You nodded at Jeemin’s words before she pulled you in for another kiss.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more than you think, Bang Jeemin.”

After months of tears, staring, yapping and daydreaming, she’s finally with you. And she definitely has no intention of letting you go.

a/n — in the honour of the bang jeemin coming back, i wrote this !! VOTE JEEMIN ON MNET PLUS!

[ahahahahahahahahahahah]

Okokokok brainstorming on a concept for a CecilXReader idea I just had, that blew my mind, and I'll see if make It into a comic or like a Fanfiction mayyyybe Idk Idk, for now enjoy the headcanons 👍

/GN Reader, since we're in shortage. /

What if the Reader can travel across dimensions and timelines, and like everytime They go to another universe and meet Cecil he falls for Them? Like sometimes It takes a month, sometimes an year or two, other times a couple of weeks, certain istances even just a single day... And the Reader loves him too, They've always loved him, every version of him, that's why They stay, no matter what, They always stay even if They already know the story, that is indeed always the same. But They can't help themselves: this the most dramatic heart shattering book They ever read, and since the very Second time, They knew They would never stop re-reading it. Over and over, again and again. With that crazy, foolish hope, that this next time things will go differently. Yet, they never do...

They meet someway or another.

He's attracted to Them, if he ever tried to hide It, he's always been terrible at It.

They end in bed together and the sex is great, always better actually. He always assumes They've been with lots of other men before him, and he's always speechless when They confess that he's the only man They've ever slept with...

He always feels loved and understood like if They've been knowing him forever, he's surprised at first, but he's already too much head over heels for Them, to suspect anything.

The thing is that feeling understood, makes him feel human again, makes him feel forgivable again.

While feeling loved by the one he loves, makes him feel happy again.

But, truth to be told, these changes might be good for him, yet are terrible for the Agency. He's wayyy too condescending, he suspects of people always the less, doesn't take time to make sure that those he's entrusting with important matters aren't planning anything funny behind his back (look at Rudy popping out of nowhere, look at the way we know where Rudy popped out from).

And things only get worse, he needs Them all the time, not just carnally (which anyway is stomething that steals away a lot of time) but also and especially, emotionally. He needs Them around 'cause otherwise he would not focus and feel sick, however whenever They're around he's never fully focused either.

He always gets hooked on Them, he always ends like this, you could call him an "idiot in love", cause that's what he becomes and It's the most adorable and heartwarming thing to see a cold and arid man like him, become this silly guy with heart-shaped eyes whenever They cross his mind.

Too bad the entire world pays the price... And he even stops to care evetually! "Who cares if the Mauler twins killed a few more people because I called the GoG a tad too late? Staring at you and worshipping you is my only priority!" ...

But They don't stop to care... He was not suppoused to put Them as "top priority", not over the goddamned Globe, at least!

So they argue, he claims He's been doing this job forever, and that They worry too much about the work, and too little about him.

They answer that this exact mentality is the proof that He's gone out of his mind.

They never make up. So They leave for another dimension or another timeline..

And they meet again, someway or another...

Gotta love that Star Crossed Lovers trope every once in a while...

[midnightsnyx]

paper rings

pairing: ajax x reader

requested: yes summary: idk how to summarize this it’s just rly fluffy as per request word count: 617 warnings: none this is just super fluffy!! also sorry it’s so short

authors note: guys!!!! tysm for the love on my Xavier imagine. I hope you guys like this one. if you didn’t notice 99% of my fic titles are from songs cause I suck at coming up with them so this one is from tswifts song paper rings. thanks again for reading <3 masterlist link

You’re sitting in the Quad reading when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. You almost jump but you recognize who’s arms they are right away, so you put your book down and lean back, tilting your head to see your boyfriend, Ajax smiling down at you.

“Hello, love.” You say, accepting the quick kiss before he settles down next to you. He watches you pick up your book, intent on finishing the chapter before he drags you off somewhere. Unlike yourself, Ajax can’t sit down for long so while you read, you notice him fiddling with a piece of paper. You don’t think much of it, finishing the chapter and when you look up at him again, he has the paper folded up in some shape. 

“For you.” He says dropping it into your hand and you look to see a makeshift ring made out of paper. 

When you raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs.

“Wanna walk to class together?” He asks and you nod, absentmindedly tucking the paper ring in your bag, not thinking much of it.

. . .

It has become a habit. You’ll be somewhere, and out of nowhere Ajax presents you with a paper ring. At the Weathervane, they are made out of paper from the disposable straws. In class or in the Quad, they’re made from a piece of scrap paper. 

You don’t realize how many he’s made until Yoko is searching for something, tearing apart every drawer and cabinet in your shared dorm when she pauses and looks up at you.

“Why do you have a bunch of paper rings?” She asks, looking confused but also amused. 

You walk over and your eyes widen when you realize how many he’s made you. You never really thought much of the rings, thinking they were just something to kill time.

“Ajax made them for me.” You tell her, picking one up and sliding it on your finger.

“Next thing you know, he’ll be giving you a real one.” Yoko jokes and you laugh, brushing off her joke because there is no way the two of you are anywhere near ready for marriage. You still had to finish high school and then hopefully go to college.

However, the paper ring thing was starting to make you curious, so when the two of you were hanging out in your dorm (you tended to ignore the no boys policy and Yoko didn’t spend a whole lot of time in the room anyways), you decided to bring it up. 

You’re laying with your head in his lap, reading while he runs his fingers through your hair and scrolling through his phone when you put your book aside. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

He tosses his phone to the side and smiles down at you. “Yeah, of course.”

One of the things you love about Ajax is that when the two of you are talking, he always gives you his complete attention and vise versa - you give him yours. You’re a firm believer that it makes relationships stronger. 

“The paper rings…” you hesitate, “why do you make them?”

He shrugs and says, “it’s just a hobby.” 

Unconvinced, you sit up and raise your eyebrows. “Just a hobby?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “Well, I mean, it started out as a hobby. You know, something to kill time while you were reading.” He gives you a lopsided smile that makes your heart beat a little faster before continuing. “But then, I wanted to see what it looked like. A ring on your finger. A specific finger.” 

What, are you planning on popping the big question?” You joke and he grins.

“One day, you’re damn right I will.” 

[always-sleeepy-headd]

Idk this was labeled as chicken pox in my google docs but it's Underswap meeting Dream kinda but it's dreamberry and amazing

Summary:

Basically Underswap accidentally meets Dream at an unconventional time and also Swap being not mentally well a little bit. Dream too. Plus, they are engaged by the end!!

Sans has been gone so often recently.

They all noticed it, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, Chara, hell even Temmie realized.

On top of that he hasn't been following the script he was set on during and after resets. It just started off simple, looking distracted, skipping over dialogue.

But now, he has managed to miss entire scenes he was supposed to be in. He has started responding in insanely different ways, he has... stopped caring about what the monsters of snowdin thought of him.

That was one of Sans's main things, he would exclaim about how cool he was to hide his own insecurities.

Now he... he seemed so much more distracted, so much so that Papyrus had gone to even Chara about it.

He had this sort of... untouchable aura that he'd never had to him before.

Sans was currently missing from the group right before the monsters break the barrier, he wasn't there during the Temmie fight either. Everyone began to feel uneasy, whether they knew why or not.

"Papyrus...? Where is your brother?" Alphys asked slowly in an attempt to keep herself and everyone else calm.

"I don't know." Papyrus confesses, a sigh ringing out from what mimics a throat. "Sans has been so... strange recently."

The air settled in a tense fog before Alphys let out a frustrated groan, "First he stops showing up at his sentry station in Snowdin, doesn't show up for cooking lessons, hasn't shown up for training and now he's nowhere to be found again?!"

Everyone who knew Sans had to admit that was strange, he was a hard worker and very motivated. Papyrus knew this the best and Sans's newfound disappearances worry him to no end.

Chara spoke up, "I've seen him a total of two times, once for him to briefly attempt to explain the puzzles and second to fight him at the edge of Snowdin. He seemed to be in a hurry both times."

"That is... s-strange based on the things I've heard of him from P-Papyrus." Undyne shyly added, the absence of Sans to comment on them knowing each other felt wrong, even if they knew it to be so or not.

"Yeah! Sans is a hard worker and a relatively happy guy, it doesn't make sense for him to just abandon everyone for hours at a time." Alphys said, crossing her arms in confusion. "He also has unwavering loyalty deep embedded in his bones, it doesn't make any sense."

"This... Sans is close with you Alphys, yes?" The Queen asked, she put a hand on Alphys' shoulder, "Surely he'll have an explanation."

"Maybe so... but this isn't like him at all. I'm... worried." Alphys coffessed, biting her lip in distress.

"This Sans of yours seems to be a good character and quite strong from what I hear, I'm sure he'll be fine." Asgore said in an attempt to console Alphys and probably Papyrus, who for once wasn't smiling.

Suddenly, there was a loud pop and the sound of two voices, they appeared to be arguing over something. The monster's heads all turn towards the noise and suddenly two skeletons come into view, one recognizable as their very own Sans yet the other, dressed in yellow, was unfamiliar.

Sans and this unidentified skeleton were arguing over what was now more clearly made out to be... the difference between affect and effect?

The monsters stood uncomfortably for a moment, watching the duo argue before Queen Toriel cleared her throat. The pair cease their squabbling at once, the yellow one gasping and muttering an apology, bowing to The Queen.

Sans, however, while stopping did not even acknowledge Queen Toriel's existence, eyes still trained on the yellow skeleton.

"No worries, not worries at all, it just seemed you two would never stop if I hadn't intervened." Queen Toriel said, smiling at the yellow skeleton, the skeleton smiled back.

"Yes, well, that may be true." The skeleton sighed, a melodic chuckle escaping his mouth. "But your Sans and I would have resolved it eventually." The skeleton gave a look that came off as almost mischievous to the group, one Sans simply huffed at, a smile finding its way to his face.

"Now, I must ask, who are you two? I've gathered that you," Queen Toriel pointed to Sans, "are Papyrus's brother but I have no knowledge of the other skeleton."

"My name is Dream! I am your friend's... what are we?" Dream stopped mid-conversation to ask Sans a question, one that incited confusion and amusement around them. Not only in the ones unaware but in Sans too, as he began to laugh.

"You're my best friend Dream, and basically my boss." Sans said, a sparkle lit his eyes that they hadn't quite seen before, it made his usual smiles seem terribly forced compared to this.

"Yeah I thought so but sometimes you get really mad at me." Dream huffed, putting a hand on his hip.

Sans looked at Dream with a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Maybe if you wouldn't be crazy I wouldn't be mad."

Dream gasped, "I am so level-headed, just occasionally a little violent."

"Occasionally?"

"Oh you don't even get to talk, you tried to fight some random guy at the bar three weeks ago!"

"Dream he grabbed your waist and tried to get you to swallow a drugged drink. If you'd have let me I would have dusted him."

"I wasn't going to let him, I can handle myself you know? Besides, even if he had managed to drug me he wouldn't have killed me."

"No, because he would have done something much worse, Dream."

While the duo argue, the group watch the scene unfold. All of what Sans had just said felt uncharacteristic of him, especially any talk of murder.

"You don't know that."

Sans wasn't even wearing his battle body, he was wearing a simple black sleeveless turtleneck, he had on a blue coat over it and had on dark blue cargo pants.

"I know if anyone tries to drug you it's because they want to do something to you."

Sans and Dream stood very close to each other, almost brushing arms or hands at any given moment, it was strange as Sans usually stood at a distance from others.

"Maybe but that doesn't change the fact that you genuinely wanted to kill that guy."

Dream had an elegance to him they'd never seen before, his voice was a perfect tenor and slid off of his tongue almost musically. His steps seemed to be in time and the way he moved was delicate.

"I wouldn't say that... I just wanted to... cancel his subscription a little early."

Yet he seemed... as if he had power just radiating off of him.

"Swap! That's literally just murder."

They seemed to complement each other well despite what seemed to be constant bickering.

"Literally okay then, I wanted to murder him but you didn't want me too so it didn't happen." Sans had a look of frustration lining his face but it seemed playful enough.

Again, The Queen cleared her throat, again the two looked sheepishly at her. "Well, it's amazing to meet you both, I believe all of us are quite confused and I'm sure you are as well with the barrier open."

The pair stiffened, seemingly only now realizing the barrier had been broken.

"Goodness, we lost track time!" Dream exclaimed, his hands coming to his mouth in shock and Sans can't help but snicker slightly to the confusion of everyone.

"Y- You didn't feel the barrier break? It was shocking!" Undyne stutters out, fiddling with her hands.

"Oops." Sans shrugged, his behavior was becoming increasingly worrying.

"Maybe we should sit down for a cup of tea?" Asgore suggested, a light smile blooming on his concerned face.

Dream nervously started to pick at his glove, glancing at Sans as if questioning what to do. "The barrier's broken, aren't you guys excited to see the outside world? Surely you must go..." Dream said, grabbing Sans's arm in an attempt to push him ahead of Dream to his friends and family.

"Oh you must come with us!" The Queen exclaimed, "You are a friend of a friend, you are welcome to join us, in fact I insist!"

"O- Oh! I uhm." Dream was almost startled by the offer, he looked as if he were to decline until Sans simply grabbed his arm and smiled.

"Thank you, we will join you." Swap said, pulling Dream's arm to the group.

They then ask Chara if they have anything else to do before they leave as they normally would, Chara said they did and left the barrier area.

As the human left the attention was quickly pointed to Sans and his friend, who were standing in the spot Sans normally would be next to Alphys and Papyrus. They stood very close together, their hands brushed up against the others.

"So... Sans, where have you been recently?" Alphys interrupted the deafening silence.

"I was... busy? I don't know, I've been dealing with a lot of stuff recently that couldn't be put off." Sans shrugged, he seemed distracted.

Dream sighed, "I'm sorry, it's probably my fault." He put a hand on his cheek as he spoke, he looked so... ethereal.

"Nah, if I didn't want to I wouldn't." Sans said with an almost emptiness compared to his usual way of speaking, he put a hand on Dream's shoulder.

Dream smiled up at him, Sans couldn't help but smile back, he exhaled in a fond kind of way.

"So... Sans, you've never talked about your friend here." Papyrus said, his tone was casual but Sans knew it was full of distrust.

"Relax, Dream is practically harmless, unless you piss him off too badly that is." Sans snickered at that last bit, his hand had drifted away from Dream's shoulder and back to where it was almost brushing Dream's hand.

"Oh please." Dream rolled his eyes but they still were filled with a childlike joy. "You said it yourself, I can barely harm a fly."

"Says the one who threw a full bottle of wine at my head one time." Sans deadpanned and Dream almost jumped at the accusation swatting at Sans's shoulder.

"Oh shush, I missed, and you called me a cum slut so it was deserved." At Dream's response Sans let out a flurry of giggles and snickers, the pair had forgotten they had five pairs of eyes on them at the moment.

"I'm honestly surprised either of us remember that I think I had like ten shots of like hard liquor." Sans said, rubbing his head, possibly attempting to remember that night better.

"I remember literally like nothing after that point I was super blackout drunk it was crazy."

Just as someone was about to interject, the human came back and made their presence clear. "I'm back! Let's go to the surface!" As Chara had little to no idea what the conversation that Sans and Dream had been having was, they were just excited to get to the surface... again.

Everyone just tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, they were going to see the surface! They got to finally, finally see the place that their human Chara had come from, meet the people whose ancestors maimed and banished monsters to the underground.

Finally see the stars.

...

Walking out was nothing like any of them could have ever imagined, with the exception of a few. The sun was setting just below the horizon, they stood in awe at what had been withheld from them all their lives.

...All but Sans and Dream.

Sans looked almost depressed looking out on the horizon, it was terribly noticeable. Dream stood next to him, he grabbed Sans's hand and gave it a squeeze.

Watching them, it felt... romantic.

After watching the sun go down Sans's supposed 'best friend' quickly made an excuse to leave, he then rushed off mumbling a few curses under his breath for letting himself stay for so long. They half expected the pair to kiss goodbye but they didn't even hug, simply fist bumping and giggling about it afterward.

They tried to interrogate Sans afterward but it was like a switch turned in his mind, he went back to normal and would only answer questions about Dream in very cryptic ways.

...

"Sans?" Undyne considered speaking, she was unsure if Sans would even answer the question. "Who was that Dream guy?"

It had been years at this point and never heard of Dream again, as if he'd simply come not to exist.

"Huh?" Sans asked, looking up from his phone confused.

"That quote and quote 'friend' of yours that rushed off right as we got to the surface?" Alphys interjected and Sans flushed slightly which was strange.

"He... uh... Oh goodness, how do I even tell you this?" Sans cringed, the room had almost fallen silent apart from the clacking in the kitchen from Asgore washing the dishes.

"Is he alright?" Papyrus asked, a concerned look for his brother falling onto his face.

"Yes! Yes... just uhhh..." Sans rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

Everyone nodded their heads at him expectantly, and Sans let out a sigh.

"Okay I'm just gonna say it!" Sans took a deep breath, "He's my finance."

And then in a blink Sans flushed and then was gone.

Papyrus and Alphys share a glance and say in union, "Shortcut." and let out a sigh.

Both of them have been subjected to such treatment from Sans quite often.

Notes:

AND THEN THEY ALL REALIZED SWAP WAS GETTING AMARREID AND FREAKED THE END

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hey babes,

Idk if you still do requests butttt i had this idea that popped into my head…

okay so basically gavi has succeeded in getting his driver license, but whenever he steps into his own car, he freaks out and can’t drive (my mom had this lmao) so reader helps him by calming him down and giving him instructions?

thank you in advanceeee

He said he still hasn't gotten his drivers licence, but let's pretend he did for the sake of the fic.

The (Survivor) Passenger Princess -P.G

Summary: He's nervous about his driving and you help him calm down

"Sure I'm not gonna die? I mean... I want both of us to grow old and for that is pretty much needed to be alive" He groaned

"You're not gonna die!" He protested shaking his head "Everything will be alright! Trust me?"

"Trust, trust... I mean-" He groaned once more as you laughed grabbing his hand "Of course I do baby! 'Was just playing around with you" You smiled bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it "C'mon, let's make me the survivor passenger princess"

"Y/N-"

"C'mon! Wanna see my man driving" You said looking directly at him as he laughs and blushes lightly

"Alright, alright"

You were going nowhere actually, you just wanted to drive around for a bit and seeing as Pablo recently got his drivers licence, he wanted to be the one behind the wheel, not you, just like always.

Don't get him wrong, he loved to see you driving, it was a hot thing for him, you being in charge and getting mad or annoyed at someone or just you focusing on your driving. It got this effect on him.

Thing is, he wanted you to see he was a man who can drive his girl around whenever she wanted to, he wanted you to be proud of him, more than what you always are, for his news achievements and more.

But... When his ears, heard the sound of the engine turning he pretty much froze.

"Pabs? Pabs? Pablito, amor?"

"Wanna drive?" He asked you as your eyes widened confused by the sudden change

"I-mmm, I thought you wanted to drive?"

"Yes, well..." He shook his head "¿Te soy honesto? I'm shitting my pants, I don't know why, I don't even know what to do!" He freaked out as you nodded

"You're nervous?" He nods "but you told me you had been driving around twice after getting the licence"

"Yes, well... I pretty much lied because I haven't been able to, everytime I step into the car, I freeze and my mind goes completely white. I don't know..." He groaned frustraed and hid his face in his hand

"¡Oh, bebé!" You undid your seatbelt to hug him "What about if I guide you through it, until you get used to it?" He shook his head

"You don't need to, mi vida" He looked up at you

"But guess what? I want to" You smiled as he slowly let out a smile

"You're something else, I swear" You kissed his cheek

"C'mon, sir. Engine turned on already, quita el freno de mano and...-" You putted your hand on top of his in the gear lever and changed it so it could drive "press on the pedal, not to hard, I'm too young to die and I don't want us to fly all around" He laughed and did what you said.

Eventually, you were getting away from his house and going into the main streets, helping him with a few things here and there but he was mostly doing the job and handling it very well and he was already comfortable with what to do.

"You got it, golden boy" He blushed

"Thanks to you, my smart and beautiful girl"

"Can you cheat on your diet, today?" He nods

"Season is done and National calls are in a week" He smiles "I can do a little cheating tonight, for you" You smile widely "and mostly as a gift, for you to help me out with this"

"Always, mi amor" You grab his hand and kiss it "McDonald's?" You ask and he nods.

"You know it"

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Can you do Suga, Daichi and Asahi finding out the readers a mermaid?

ー　Ｈ２Ｏ　「 ＨＡＩＫＹＵＵ 」　♡

-> i gotchu my love! tysm for req, i missed my mermaid au (karasuno third years hype - also hope you don't mind i added tsukki + noya idk i was feeling them too so ig karasuno hype) 💙

i also haven't ever written for daichi or asahi, and i'm sorry if i got asahi wrong, he's just never been one i really liked, so i hope it's okay

summary individual haikyuu characters finding our you’re a mermaid! c: ♡

featuring daichi || asahi || sugawara || nishinoya || tsukishima ♡

( masterlist of h2o + hq here )

ー　ｓａｗａｍｕｒａ　ｄａｉｃｈｉ　澤村 大地　♡

daichi had noticed you were more withdrawn since you returned back from your holiday. he couldn't understand why you weren't ranting and raving like you had been leading up to it. you had been all but excited to chat away about oikinawa and soaking in the sun and beach. an island paradise getaway. long gone was the smile you had and the sparkle in your eyes, now replaced with an apprehension he couldn't understand. as the teams volleyball captain, it was his responsibility to know his team, and that of course extended to you. you may not have been a part of the karasuno volleyball team, but daichi did have a deep care for you. one he couldn't quite understand. all he knew was that it was different from the care he had for his closest friends and family. so when you were pulling away from him, it bloomed an ache that he had never felt before. your short sentences, he could deal with. what he couldn't deal with was now every time you saw him, you skittered away. through the halls, out the school gates and any time you passed him by through a classroom window. he tried to be respectful, he really did. daichi is a good guy. it didn't help that sugawara and asahi would make.. comments. they noticed how you never came around to practice anymore, and actually realised how they never spoke to you much at all since your break. tanaka and noya noticed too, and if even those two noticed something was wrong, then he'd be an idiot to ignore it. he wasn't going to ambush you, he just wanted to know why you never came around anymore to their practices like you used to, and why you always seemed to be on edge. he wanted to help you... truly he did. he knew your schedule, and was going to talk to you when the school was empty.

you had stayed back on this particular day, releasing a pent up sigh as you gathered your things and was ready to head out. you had made it to the gates when you saw daichi waiting for you, glad in his team uniform and jacket. you stopped, heart skipping a beat as you saw him standing there. it had been some time since you were able to see him like this. you quickly looked down, holding onto your bag strap and about to walk around him when he was calling out your name. it had been so long you stopped momentarily, before the sprinkler system for the grass had gone off and soaked you both instantly. you couldn't help but look down, mortified at what had happened. you tried so hard the last month so this wouldn't happen, and that daichi wouldn't find out. fate was not on your side as you ran back into the school. if you were quick enough you could make it to one of the classrooms by the door and lock it before..

you had barely made it around the corner and into the hall when you popped your tail, squealing at the impact. you tried to get up and crawl as you heard daichi behind you, yelling out your name when he turned and saw the sorry state you were in. you couldn't bear to look at him, and with nowhere to go, you just laid there on the floor, looking down at your hands with your hair covering your face. this was it. you were ready to cry once he left, but the footsteps only got closer to you. so careful and slow, as if not to spook you away. you looked up and saw daichi, now making his way in front of you, kneeling; and with a warm smile, telling you it was going to be okay, and looking back into his eyes, you knew it would be.

ー　ａｚｕｍａｎｅ　ａｓａｈｉ　東峰 旭　♡

you tried not to let your new... predicament affect you too much. you still visited the team and helped around when you could, but you were still cautious, refusing to wash or refill the water bottles when asked. you felt terrible, but kiyoko or yachi never mentioned it, and were quite grateful regardless. you always offered to do something else, and it was never mentioned again. unluckily however, on this day, you more or less had to. yachi had to go home early and kiyoko had been away, and as the impromptu helper, you couldn't leave them. the whole team was stressed with training, and nationals, and you'd feel awful if you couldn't help at least a little. unfortunately that meant cleaning and refilling the bottles, while the team was warming up and getting ready for another day of gruelling volleyball practice. you were completely unaware of a certain handsome ace quietly offering to help, missing his small voice as he grabbed the second bag you left; your hands already full. you didn't realise until he was yelling out to the rest of the team from the court door, saying how he'd be right back. asahi was a gentle soul, and although he wanted to do more to help, he was only limited to bringing the rest of the bottles to the taps. his team needed him, and he was the ace of karasuno. he wouldn't be upstaged by the first year talent, and he would let everyone know why he was the teams ace; why he was the one they could rely on. you were so startled and shocked at asahi's voice and had carelessly turned the faucet on full blast, the splash of the water ricocheting from the elongated steel basin and onto your shirt. asahi had made his way towards you and found you on the grass, the flood of water still running. he was about to offer to help you up until he noticed the bright coloured tail behind you. he was stunned for a moment before he started freaking out, tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he bent down, worried for your wellbeing. by the way he was panicking, you were afraid he was going to faint right then and there. you had to tell him the team would be waiting for him, and thats when he seemed to calm down. you offered a sympathetic smile, not expecting this was how your secret would be exposed, and definitely not expecting asahi to be the one freaking out more than you. you were sure once you were alone it would hit you, the adrenaline pushing you forward for now. you promised you'd tell him when he was done with practice, but you couldn't have the others find out, and that seemed to placate him. he'd go back for now, but if you needed him, all you had to do was yell out and he'd come back running, and you knew he would.

ー　ｓｕｇａｗａｒａ　ｋｏｕｓｈｉ　菅原 孝支　♡

a study session seemed like a good idea, and you really needed to catch up and revise for the upcoming exams, and what better study buddy than sugawara? your close, smart, and cute friend. suga had offered to host the get together at his home, his patents wouldn't be home, so you'd be able to study in peace; and so you politely agreed. it wasn't the first time you had been over to suga's house, however your heart always skipped a beat when you entered into his room. no matter how many times you did, being in such a close proximity and in the intimacy of your crushes room, how could you not be nervous? he was so sweet too, his beaming smile shining whenever you saw his face. you used to often compared him to the sun; bright, warm and radiant wherever he went, but you now thought he was more like the moon. a more muted illumination that may not be blazing, but could still shine amongst the beauty of the stars. geez, get a grip! you really need to stop simping. suga had left to get some drinks and snacks while you got out our books, ready to think of what the first item was to tackle today.

english? lame. maths? eww. geography? gross. history? no thanks.

you groaned, falling onto the floor at your pathetic predicament. you really hated studying, and honestly who could blame you? you covered your eyes with your arm, procrastinating heavily for about 5 minutes before suga returned, laughing at your already defeated form. you barely took a glance, sitting up with a large sigh. although the refreshments and sugary sweets perked you up. well, you couldn't exactly focus on an empty stomach, even if it was just sugar and fats. a girl has a right to indulge a bit, right? while you took a few bites of your selected snack, you asked suga to pick, not bothering to hide the fact that you could not decide yourself and that it would be much easier if he did it himself.

suga made it seem easy, and you were actually able to follow along. he was such a good teacher. after an hour, you had to take a break before you went onto the next subject. suga had no objections, and as you were putting your papers away, you had completely missed that a couple sheets had been under your full glass. the spill landing all over your lap. you weren't able to say or respond to suga as you all but ran out of his room, leaving him confused momentarily before he went to follow you to ensure you were fine. you had made it to his bathroom, but before you could close the door you fell to the ground, tail replacing your legs. with the door half opened, suga walked in, calling out your name. you looked away as you closed your eyes. you couldn't bear to see the way he'd look at you like this. how much of a weird freak you were now. with your eyes squeezed shut, you didn't see the way suga crouched down, in awe at the mermaid, and not just any mermaid, you, in his bathroom. you felt his hand touch yours and that's when you slowly opened your eyes. his face held that smile that it always did, and your heart fluttered as it was completely and utterly for you.

you were right about sugawara, you were the ocean and he was the moon.

ー　ｎｉｓｈｉｎｏｙａ　ｙｕ　西谷 夕　♡

you weren't sure why you agreed on coming to the beach with nishinoya. it was absolutely and perfectly, entirely and beyond stupid. there was just something about him that you couldn't say no to. was it the pout? his unwavering confidence? the determination? or maybe it was just you being unconditionally in love with him, that you had zero ability to say no. it was only for a few hours right? what could go wrong? other than the fact that any drop of water that landed on you guaranteed that you'd pop a tail within the next few seconds for any and all to see. totally not worrisome at all.

noya was enjoying a game of beach volleyball, digging and diving for the ball flawlessly, even in the sand. you fondly watched him. it had taken a little warm up to get used to the sand, but he learned quickly and was now effortlessly moving around in the sand. he was cute.

after watching him for some time, you decided you wanted to stretch your legs. standing up you made your way closer to the shore, but far enough so you knew you wouldn't get touched by the water. even if you couldn't go in it right now, didn't mean that you couldn't be near it right? add it to your idiocy tally, but you'd always had an affinity to the ocean, and being a mermaid had only seemed to increase this. you felt a constant pull towards it, and ache that made itself known when you were near, and the calls of the ocean wouldn't be ignored.

you were enjoying the small stroll, and in the moment of the breeze and salty sea air, you were glad noya had managed to coerce you into coming. you were getting further away from the crowd of people and away from their eye of vision when you heard noya call after you. you turned around smiling, explaining that you'd be back soon and wouldn't go far. you just really needed to stretch your legs. noya fell into step next to you, saying that'd had accompany you. thanking him, you both continued on at a leisurely pace, chatting about anything until noya said he wanted to swim. you weren't able to get a word in before noya excitedly ran into the shallows, unaware that his kicks sent splashes directly towards you. with his back towards you, you took a quick look to make sure the coast was clear before running and diving into the crystal clear, blue water for cover. noya heard you and stood, turning to laugh until he saw you on the banks, holding yourself up with your hands and a mermaid tail in place of where your legs should he. he was speechless, and that made you nervous. it seemed as if time stood still and you regretted everything, getting ready to swim past him snd into the horizon before he was jumping for joy, cheering and hyping himself up while he complimented you, saying how gorgeous you were and that all his fantasies had come true; thanking whatever god/s that existed for blessing him with this life and that if he was asleep he never wanted to awake. you rolled your eyes and splashed him with a smile. he then stopped and made his way to you, face serious as he held you by the shoulders as he professed his love and asked if you'd marry him. you didn't say yes to marriage, but you did say yes to a date.

ー　ｔｓｕｋｉｓｈｉｍａ　ｋｅｉ　月島 蛍　♡

although you liked tsukishima, you couldn't deny that he was the most infuriating and condescending guy you had ever met. you were not spared from his insults, and you two had a friendly banter-ship with each other. regardless of how you were, the childish nature of sticking out your tongue and saying a low hanging fruit of a joke to him was much too big a temptation. however since your... change, you began to slowly pull away. his petty words of "weirdo" or "freak" in passing, which wouldn't have hurt you previously, now festered an insecurity within you. it wasn't like you hadn't bitten back before, but you were just not in the spirit of quips or trading blows anymore.

tsukishima was able to tell quickly at how your demeanour changed. he decided to chalk it up to you having a bad day, or maybe there was something bothering you; but when you basically ignored him for an entire week? he knew there had to be more to it, but you weren't giving him much. telling him that everything was fine, and that there was nothing wrong, and that you didn't know what he was talking about. he knew you were lying, but left you be. until you started ignoring him completely.

tsukishima was quite upset.. i mean you just stopped talking to him? he wasn't even sure why it bothered him so much but it did, and he was going to confront you about it. cue seeing you at your locker at the end of school, and him making his way with yamaguchi, kageyama and hinata to volleyball practice. tsukishima didn't bother saying anything to the three, immediately just standing in front of you and demanding to know what's up with you. you were shocked to say the least, and so where his volleyball companions. yamaguchi could tell tsukishima needed some privacy, and managed to usher the chaotic duo away. you were alone now with tsukishima in the school halls, and no matter what you tried or said, tsukishima wasn't buying it. it's not like you could ever tell him the truth anyway. he would surely think much worse of you if he ever found out about your issue. you went to put one final book in your locker, but clumsy you had managed to spill the water from you bottle all over your shirt. panicked, you didn't even bother closing your locker door, quickly running and closing the door to the closet classroom you could.

tsukishima followed, reluctant to admit he was worried. why would you ever react like that? it was just water? the moment he opened the door, he saw why. you were a living mythical creature; a mermaid. tears started to form as you saw him look at you, not wanting to deal with whatever horrible thing he was going to say. before you could yell at him you heard the footsteps and voices of his friends (really one friend and two he'd barely tolerate). this was bad, and you started to hyperventilate. before it got too bad through, tsukishima took off his black team jacket and tossed it over you. you looked up confused as you saw him go outside and him telling them he's be at practice soon and to not wait up for him. that seemed to ease their troubles as their voices and footsteps receded. you gripped the jacket closer, finding a small comfort, all things considered. he came back inside, and all you could do was watch as tsukishima just sat down, back against the wall as he called you stupid for being an idiot and having this happen here because who knows who could've seen? guess he's going to have to keep a closer eye on you so it doesn't happen again.