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[mariionetta]

Drunk Babs hours, let's go.

Drunkenly grabs her hand, how scandalous. Maybe even leans in for an uncouth peck on the cheek. Wild night.

                    【 𝓤𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼. 】           @bloodyarn

          Ohmigosh she has been BLESSED.      Kissed by a pastel purple-haired angel.                     Wow. She's going to spend the rest of the evening giggling to herself and playing with her hair, twirling it around her finger like a very happy idiot. Gonna stick real close to her and refuse to leave her side just in case she gets another kiss. Maybe squeeze her hand a little bit. Her cheeks are very warm.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗙𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

WARNING: Crying, comparison, fighting.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The morning sun beamed beyond the half-open curtains in the living room, painting the room with orange and gold tones. Sitting at the kitchen table, Y/N immersed herself in her books, trying to focus on her notes as the sounds of Nick and Matt echoed around the house.

At that moment, Chris was absent. He had gone to Tara's house, a new friend of the triplets and, consequently, of Y/N, who had recently become a frequent figure in their lives. The objective was to record a video for Tara's channel since after the large group's social media post together, both fandoms started begging for collabs.

As Y/N immersed herself in her studies, a notification flashed on her phone screen. The girl looked up at her device, seeing the new message.

pretty boy: hi baby!! look, we did a tiktok! I look so cool: link.

A smile curved Y/N's lips as she clicked on the link, curious to see the result of one of Chris and Tara's creations. The video started, and she immediately recognized the song as one of her favorites, humming softly as her eyes captured the funny dance and interaction between the two.

A laugh escaped her lips when she saw Chris shaking his head in the lyrics "Would you get down on knees for me?", remembering all the times the song played when they were together, and exactly in this part, Chris always got down on his knees in front of Y/N, making her laugh.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax and enjoy the scene. It was a genuine demonstration of their new friendship, and Y/N felt grateful to be part of that dynamic.

However, her joy was momentary.

As the video came to an end, Y/N scrolled through the comments, eager to see the reaction of Tara's followers. What she found left her cold.

Among the funny and complimentary comments, there was a barrage of messages that cut like sharp knives. Ardent fans of both Tara and Chris were heavily shipping them, completely ignoring Chris's long-standing and public relationship with Y/N.

"Chris and Tara are so cute together!"

"I so wanted them to be a couple 😭"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you don't hold a candle to Tara. Chris deserves someone like her."

The words echoed in Y/N's mind, like a distant echo of an approaching storm. She felt a tightness in her chest, a mixture of sadness, anger, and confusion.

How could they be so cruel? How could they judge their relationship based on fragments of a distorted reality? Y/N felt vulnerable, exposed to the relentless cruelty of the virtual world.

Her thumb moved automatically as she left the comment box, sliding the screen to the TikTok below the one she was watching, craving a quick distraction. But her hope was suddenly dashed when she saw that the next video was an edit of Chris and Tara's TikTok and all the others after.

She knew the fans were fast, but at that moment, she wanted them to be as slow as possible.

Y/N closed the app with a heavy sigh, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. It was difficult not to let the strangers' words and opinions get to her.

With a determined effort to forget about it momentarily, Y/N turned her attention back to the books, seeking refuge in the comforting familiarity of the printed pages, forgetting to answer Chris.

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The day was coming to an end. In the room shared by Y/N and Chris, the atmosphere was filled with a silent energy, interrupted only by the gentle slide of Y/N's fingers over her phone screen, and the low sounds of various videos.

She was lying in their bed, having already taken a comforting shower, but her mind was still shrouded in a haze of dark thoughts. As she scrolled through her TikTok's For You, romantic edits of Chris and Tara popped up with disturbing frequency. Y/N's expression was a mixture of sadness and self-questioning, her eyes reflecting an inner storm.

She felt her mind defeat her with thoughts of comparison. She knew she would never reach Tara's beauty, humor, and even body.

The heavy atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door opening gently. Chris entered the room, radiating an aura of euphoria. His eyes sparkled with joy, and a smile spread across his face with ease.

"Hi, my pretty girl!" Chris greeted, closing the door behind him. "You won't believe how amazing the video with Tara turned out. I can't wait for her to post it so you can see it!"

"Hey, baby! I'm so happy you had fun." Y/N looked up from her cell, forcing a smile on her lips, trying with all her might not to reveal her current state - the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Chris's excitement, but the sadness still hovered in her eyes.

Chris immediately noticed the change in her expression and approached the bed, worried.

"What happened, babe?" He asked in a worried tone, frowning and sitting down next to her.

She just shook her head slightly, unable to put her tumultuous thoughts into words. Chris reached out to caress her face gently, seeking to comfort her with his loving touch.

"You didn't answer my text, I really thought something was happening... You know you can tell me anything, right?" Chris continued gently. He didn't want to force anything out of her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. Before he could say anything else, Chris noticed the phone in her hand with almost silent sounds escaping from the speaker, leaning over to peer at the screen.

Romantic edits of Chris and Tara filled Y/N's device. He swallowed hard, instantly connecting the dots.

Chris's comforting touch on Y/N's face seemed to turn cool. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips before he could control it.

"Y/N, are you really upset because of these silly edits?" The boy questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. His touch against the warm skin disappeared within seconds, the boy removing his hand from her face before sitting down on the bed.

Y/N flinched at the accusation implicit in his words, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Tears threatened to overflow her eyes as she struggled to find a coherent response.

"It's not just because of the edits..." She, her voice shaking with turbulent emotions. "Did you see the comments? They-"

Chris shook his head impatiently, cutting her off abruptly, frustration beginning to seep into his expression. He couldn't understand why something as trivial as fan edits could affect his girlfriend so much.

"Y/N, this is ridiculous!" He continued firmly. "These edits and comments don't mean anything. They're just fan jokes. It's not the end of the world." His voice came out louder than before, his posture now rigid.

His words hit Y/N like a sharp knife, making her feel even more inadequate and misunderstood. Anger bubbled inside her, a simmering mix of resentment and hurt.

"You don't understand, Chris!" She snapped, her voice shaking slightly. Her right hand worked to lock the screen of her phone in one quick motion, tossing it aside. "This isn't just about the edits. It's about how I feel about being compared to Tara, about how it's making me feel inferior to her! How would you feel if people started wanting to see me with a man other than you? While I'm in a relationship with you!"

Chris rolled his eyes dismissively, his patience beginning to wear thin at the intensity of Y/N's emotions.

“You’re so tiring sometimes, Y/N.” He snapped without thinking, his voice tinged with irritation, not giving a damn about how his girlfriend felt. "I can't deal with all this insecurity all the time. It's fucking exhausting."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless, her rigid posture quickly crumbling. She felt tears run down her face without force as the painful realization settled in her heart.

She was tiring. She was insecure. She was too much for him to handle.

The pain of rejection burned in her chest as she retrieved her phone again, ripping the comforter off her legs. Her lips were pressed into a thin line tightly in an attempt to stop the ugly sobs that she wanted to let out. She wouldn't give herself the luxury of showing Chris how much he hurt her.

The girl got up from the bed in one quick movement, grabbing her pillow and heading towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Chris's voice echoed harshly behind her, his body rising from the mattress quickly.

"I'll sleep in the living room." Y/N responded curtly, turning the handle with ease before walking through the door, slamming it, feeling more alone than ever amidst the multitude of turbulent emotions.

She could feel her heart being crushed a little more when she didn't hear Chris call for her again, let alone try to reach her.

The stairs leading to the living room were silent, and her pillow clutched to her chest as a last vestige of comfort in a world that seemed to be falling apart around her. Each step up echoed like a lonely echo in an emotional void that seemed to swallow her whole.

Upon reaching the living room, Y/N found refuge on the empty couch. She curled into the soft upholstery, hugging the pillow tightly as tears continued to roll down her cheeks silently. The phone rested next to her, emitting a dim light that wouldn't turn off, almost begging her to pick it up again.

Hours dragged by like centuries as Y/N fought the ghosts of her own mind.

At some point, she had given up resisting and was on her TikTok again. The algorithm seemed to hate her, delivering her frequent videos of Chris and Tara, which were like a sharp dagger in her heart.

They would really look beautiful together.

Dawn fell heavily upon her, but sleep refused to welcome her into its comforting arms. Instead, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of torturous thoughts, her mind pounding incessantly with doubts and questions about her relationship with Chris.

Until her brain shuts down completely, letting tiredness win.

At 3 a.m., in the darkness of the night, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the room. Chris was there, his tired face etched with worry and regret.

His eyes quickly found Y/N's figure lying on the couch, already asleep, curled up and shivering slightly from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the swelling that surrounded them, the traces of tears on her cheeks and her still damp face. Next to her, her phone repeatedly played one of the videos she had watched before falling asleep.

A lump formed in Chris's throat. He intensely blamed himself for not having thought before acting and, much less, noticing how much his actions had affected his girlfriend.

With hesitant steps, he approached her, feeling the weight of his own anguish on his shoulders.

Gently, Chris turned off her phone, cutting the endless cycle of pain that had consumed Y/N. He then crouched down beside her, studying her peaceful face with a mixture of love and pain.

With a resigned sigh, the boy carefully took her into his arms, hooking them around her back and behind her knees, feeling the weight of her fragile body against his own chest. Y/N hummed softly in response to his touch but didn't fully wake up.

Chris carried her down the stairs and back to their bedroom, where the soft light from the lamp bathed the room in yellow tones. Tenderly, he placed her on the soft mattress, covering her with the comforter carefully so as not to wake her.

Y/N shifted slightly under Chris's touch and the new surface beneath her limbs, her eyebrows furrowing in an expression of discomfort. She looked restless, as if she were immersed in a nightmare.

Chris watched her for a moment, feeling the weight of his own harsh words weigh on him like an anchor. He knew he had hurt Y/N deeply, and the pain of seeing her suffer was almost unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to her, his hand reaching for her with a tentative touch. Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes finally slowly opening to meet Chris's. She fought the urge to get up and leave the room again, her anger at Chris's actions and sadness in her mind, making her want to avoid him.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, sharing a silent understanding that transcended words, Y/N making the decision to let him say what he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Chris muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I was insensitive and selfish. I didn't want to hurt you, I acted on impulse and completely without thinking. This whole situation is not silly if it hurts and bothers you, and I promise that we can talk better about what you saw and how you felt, and solve this together... Just please, give me this chance?"

Y/N blinked slowly, her eyes locked on Chris's as she processed his words. For a moment, she felt the weight of hurt and disappointment pressing against her, but then she saw the sincerity in Chris's eyes, the pure, unconditional love he had always offered her.

And in that moment, she knew that forgiveness was the only good choice to make. With a sigh, she squeezed Chris's hand tenderly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Just one chance. I want you to fix what you did and do it right this time."

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[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇. ( lando norris )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two

✧.* pairings ─ lando norris x fem! model! piastri! reader

✧.* genre ─ one-shot ⨾ slight angst & fluff

✧.* summary ─ in which Lando and his teammate Oscar film a lie detector challenge for McLaren's youtube video and Lando is asked if he has a secret crush on someone. nobody but Lando knows that the mysterious person who has stolen his heart without knowing it is none other than you, Oscar's sister.

✧.* warnings ─ none other than fluff and maybe a little angst

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing anything on here! my first language isn’t english so pls have mercy lol. btw the reader is around the same age as lando!

Lando and his teammate Oscar sit across from each other, gathered around a table. it’s media day and they’re preparing to record the lie detector challenge for McLaren's youtube channel.

"are you two ready?" asks one of the crew members in charge of the camera and lighting equipment. Lando replies lightly, "as ready as we can be!" his remark makes Oscar chuckle and then nod. as soon as the cameraman says "action," however, Lando's mind begins to wander while Oscar explains the purpose of the video to the viewers.

his thoughts wander to you. even though he only saw you a few hours ago, he can't help but miss you. he may be embarrassed, but how can he not long for someone as amazing and beautiful as you? someone as unreachable as you.

the saddest part is that you don’t even know. you have no idea how incredible you are in Lando's eyes. without you knowing it, he's had a crush on you ever since you came into the paddock a year ago accompanied by your brother and his teammate Oscar Piastri. Lando developed these feelings for you around this time last year, but has kept them a secret from everyone ever since. It's ridiculous, it really is.

he knows that he can’t have you. you are a successful model who attracts the attention of countless men and women, and simply out of his league. not only that, but you’re his teammate's brother. but every time you talk to him and look at him, the glimmer of hope in him grows a little more, no matter how irrational it seems.

little do you know you warm Lando's heart by attending the races every two weeks to support your brother and passionately cheer for McLaren. even if your support isn’t exclusively for him, but for your brother Oscar, it still makes Lando feel great knowing that you’re at least cheering for the team he’s driving for.

Lando sighs softly, longing for more opportunities to talk with you. he wants to get to know you even better, to learn personal details hidden from the prying eyes of the media. he longs to be special to you, just as you are special to him.

"well someone's already planning how to trick and deceive the lie detector, aren't they?" Oscar's playful remark interrupts Lando's train of thought, his expression brimming with amusement. only now does Lando realize that he has been staring at the lie detector the entire time. his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he quickly looks away. has he been so obvious?

"what, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Lando exclaims dramatically, gasping in mock astonishment. he plays along with Oscar's teasing, trying to distract himself from the fact that he has been caught in his daydreams of you.

"sure," Oscar says, drawing out the word with a grin on his lips. "you do know how this works, though?" he asks, pointing to the toy in front of them, to which Lando silently shakes his head, "alright, you basically just have to put your hand on the metal part of the lie detector and then answer the questions I ask you truthfully. you'll get a shock if you lie, not if you don't, understand?"

Lando nods and tried to focus his attention on Oscar's explanation, which seems impossible as his mind automatically wants to wander back to you. this is supposed to be a fun and light-hearted video for the fans just before the race week, but Lando's heart racing at the mere thought of you reminds him how hard he has fallen for you.

Oscar decides to go first with the lie detector challenge, providing honest and sometimes not so honest answers, which leads to him being shocked and both of them bursting into laughter. a few minutes later, Oscar answers the final question written on the card in Lando’s hand. afterwards, Lando takes a deep breath. now it’s his turn to do the challenge.

he places his hand on the metal surface of the toy and feels a slight jolt of nervousness. he reminds himself that this is all just a game and he has nothing to lose. well, except his pride…

Oscar starts the first round of questions and everything goes smoothly. Lando focuses on giving honest answers and suppresses his distracting thoughts of you as best he can. but as the questions continue, Lando's thoughts occasionally drift back to you and the memories you both share.

like the first time you spoke to him, your bright smile, your beautiful eyes, and your genuine interest in him as a person that made him blush. he remembers the moments when your eyes always meet for a split second after a race, and the electric connection he feels, even if it's fleeting and one-sided. some might call these memories insignificant, but they're the ones that mean the most to him. because they're all he has.

but with the good memories come the not-so-good ones. like the numerous occasions when he failed to start a conversation or laugh with you. the occasions when he embarrassed himself and sometimes was even too nervous to speak in your presence without stuttering. the fear of rejection and his own self-doubt hold him back all the time, leaving him with regrets and what-if scenarios.

the lie detector test progresses, and Lando's thoughts return to the present when he notices Oscar's mischievous grin. he glances at the card in Oscar's hand, which has the rest of the questions on it.

"alright, mate," Oscar says, his voice filled with mock seriousness. "do you have a secret crush on someone?"

Lando's eyes widen and his heart skips a beat, surprised by the unexpected question.

“umm,” he starts, contemplating his response with a pounding heart. a thousand thoughts race through his mind. should he lie or tell the truth?

"no..." he finally lies and nervously looks at the crew to his right for a second, while an embarrassed smile threatens to form on his face. Oscar smirks and raises an eyebrow, not once breaking eye contact with his teammate. Lando immediately notices the amused twinkle in his eyes, clearly aware of his embarrassment.

the room falls silent and everyone waits curiously for the result. time suddenly seems to slip by in slow motion. then, without warning, an electric shock goes through Lando’s hand, sending a shockwave up his arm. his eyes widen and a quiet yelp escapes his lips as he flinches from the unexpected sensation. he quickly removes his hand from the toy and groans. he can hear Oscar laughing, obviously amused by the sight of his head lying on the table in pain.

"well, well, well," Oscar exclaims, a mischievous grin tucking at his lips and amusement still dancing in his eyes, "care to tell us who this mysterious person is?" Lando laughs, “no thanks, I’d rather not!”

"oh, come on. we all want to know who you fell in love with!" Oscar's teasing tone makes Lando roll his eyes playfully as he sits up in his chair. "she’s not even my girlfriend!" he exclaims. "not yet," Oscar wiggles his eyebrows and Lando groans in fake annoyance.

“i'm not going to tell you who she is.” Lando declares, and Oscar lets out a fake, sad ‘aww’, “i wouldn't even say i’m in love, you know.. i don’t know her well enough to call it love.” Oscar nods understandingly.

“but you like her, don’t you?”

Lando smiles at that, thinking of your contagious laugh and amazing personality. “yes, i really, really like her.”

Oscar's gaze softens, a knowing glint in his eyes and a genuine smile on his face as he observes Lando. he knows what a person in love looks like, and Lando is definitely head over heels in love.

“then you should think about taking a chance,” he says with a gentle smile. “life is too short to hide such strong emotions. who knows? maybe this mysterious person feels the same way.” he winks and Lando smiles and looks down at his hands. you feeling the same way about him? that’s too good to be true.

“i don’t think so,” he replies with a shrug, “but we’ll see.”

little does he know that fate has its own plans, and that the path of their intertwined stories is slowly unfolding. the love Lando carries in his heart will soon find its way to the one person who unknowingly captured it…

don’t forget to like, comment & reblog (it’s very much appreciated <3).

© milaeth | 2023

[en-gelic]

THE BOY IS MINE 2 — !

syn. when you get jealous gn. fluff 0.8k cw. skinship, jealousy, short reader 엔하이픈 막내선 ୨୧ the boy is mine LiA'S NOTE tumblr is pissing me off rn COLLECTION 엔하이픈 형선

KIM SUNOO — "So that's how you're going to be." You mumbled, as you stared in envy at the woman beaming at Sunoo, who was reciprocating her action. Later, he found you giggling with the shop assistant who just happened to be male. "Of course I'll take your phone number." You giggled, exposing your dimple as you smiled at him. Sunoo's face twitched as he forced up a smile mixed with confusion and irritation.

Sliding his hand around your waist, he smiled at the shop assistant who had been writing down his phone number on paper for you to take. "Hi Sunoo," You smiled, biting back "Meet my new friend." Exclaiming in excitement, you watched as he forced a smile to be happy for you. "Hi, new friend. I'm Sunoo, her boyfriend. So nice to meet you." You watched your play unfold as the shop assistant stared begrudgingly at your boyfriend who had been eyeing him since he arrived. Wordlessly, he dragged you out of the store and into the car, driving silently. Still without a word, he pulled you into the house, setting himself on the bed and pressing you down on his lap. "Talk." He started, demanding an answer from your behaviour. "Says you who was basically eye-cheating on me with that woman." You retorted, irritated by his low EI. He was quiet for a minute until he began tease you about your possessiveness. "You wanted to make me jealous, didn't you?" He teased, pinching your cheeks and watching you get even more irritated. "I hate you so much." You murmured. Still finding it amusing that you tried to make him jealous, he pressed a peck on your pouty lips. "Let's watch a movie you want so you can feel better." ✶ more under the cut !

YANG JUNGWON — You stared at your phone which was blowing up with Weverse notifications of your boyfriend who had hung up the phone because he was busy but was really replying to dozens of engenes at once. On a normal day, you found his interactions cute, watching how he expressed his love to his fans. Logging into your account, you began spamming the angry emojis, knowing very well that he could see them as he knew your account username. Getting the hint, he rang your phone, spam sending you 'What's wrongs'.

"Why are you calling? I thought you were busy." You answered, trying to act indifferent, but hiding a smile behind the shield of your phone. "Sorry. Do you want me to reply to your angry emojis?" You pulled a face at his cheekiness as you could hear his grin through his voice. "Just go reply to your fans, who you're clearly dating." The sarcasm laced in your voice caused his grin to turn into a chuckle. "I should do this more often. It's cute when you're jealous." Huffing, you replied, "Whatever. Just come over and give me a kiss and maybe I'll forgive you." Seconds later, he was at your door as though he was waiting for you to say the words. Smiling, popped your head out of the door, pretending to be angry. "You're not going to let me in?" He questioned, his dimple pressing into his cheek. You shook your head. Given the height difference, he leaned down, his figure blocking your view from everything else. Between your thought process, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. "Are you sure?" He teased, not giving you any time to reply by his continuous kisses. Pushing him away, you peppered his face with kisses, staining his face with lip gloss. Ruffling his hair, you turned him around. "Go brag to the engenes about how you have the best girlfriend ever." "Will you forgive me then?" Struggling to hide the grin on your face, you hummed.

NISHIMURA RIKI — "Why aren't you talking?" He pestered while you scrolled through his clips from the recent fan meet. "If you want to talk to someone, go to that girl you interlocked fingers with and stared at with your beady eyes." You retorted. At his lack of reply, you turned to look at him, who was staring at you with a massive grin on his face. "Are you jealous?" Glaring, you nodded and stood up, letting him bask in his pride.

Following after you, the boy let out a teasing 'Baby', before wrapping his arms around your waist demanding that you say it again. "Say it again." He teased grinning at your irritation. "I hate you." Was your reply as his grin broadened. "You just love me so much, don't you?" Your fake irritation was running out as you bit back a grin. His height towered over you as he tried to meet your eyes, pressing kisses on your cheeks in a teasing manner. He would tease you about it for days, proud that his girlfriend was being possessive over him. "Will you ever shut up about this?" You questioned as his weight crushed you as he wrestled you into the bed after his shower. "If you admit you were jealous, I will." Knowing his personality, you knew he was never going to let it go. "I was jealous. Happy?" He giggled into your neck, his breath tickling your collarbone. "I hate you for this." You grinned, breaking into fits of laughter as he tickled you, ending it off with a kiss. "I love you more." He replied.

© EN-GELIC, 2024

[banquetwriter]

Can you do a Johnnie x reader like you go to one of Tara’s parties and it’s just you guys having fun and going home together and super cute

୨୧ Karaoke ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader is hungover a lil, cursing, drinking (nothing bad tho just a party) one kiss 🤭

summary: ʚ you share a first kiss with Johnnie at another one of Taras parties ɞ

Words: 2053

An: AHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE WE NEED MORE FLUFFY JOHNNIE STUFF!! i hope this is what you meant and i can def do one where it’s just y’all at home (👀)

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You could hear your phone ringing. You weren't sure where exactly. You felt the natural urgency to pick your it up. You opened your eyes, squinting at the sunlight that leaked into your room. You answered the phone with a creaky little “Hello?” you asked. Flopping on your back.

The tiredness of waking up suddenly filled your body. “Y/n? ARE YOU STILL ASLEEP?” Tara’s voice shrills through your phone. You wince holding the phone away from your ear in pain. “Yes Tara, I WAS still asleep until you called me. I am still hungover… I think.” you said rubbing your eyes, you felt something weird on your hands so you looked at them only to reveal dried crusty makeup… Perfect!

Falling asleep with your makeup on is super cute. “Y/n! It's 2 pm! You have my party later! You can be hungover tomorrow, ok?” she said. You hear rattling sounds, she is presumably setting stuff up while calling you. You take the phone from your face to reveal it is, infact, 2:13 pm. You put the phone back up to your face, sighing.

“Yeah I remember, don't worry,” you mumbled, turning over. “Ok good, and take care of yourself seriously, eat like a salad or some shit,” Tara says as you let out a little giggle at her words. “Will do Tara,” you say, finally standing up and stretching.

“Bye y/n.” you hear her say before the call ends. “Mmmmm fuck.” you mumble to yourself rubbing your face, with your hands. You check your phone to see a text from Carrington asking if you are still collabing today.

“Damnit,” you mumble, pulling up the text chain. You confirmed the collaboration and suggested a video idea of streaming you guys trying the deli food from Erewhon for the first time. He agreed to the idea, you took a shower, got half ready, and filmed the stream with your friend.

All the comments talking about just how rough you looked were not helping your confidence any. You knew that they were joking but still. It didn't make you feel very good or very motivated to dress cute for the party tonight.

A party where Johnnie WOULD be. And as stupid as it was to admit you wanted to impress him so much. So after the video was filmed of eating shitty and overpriced food you managed to pull yourself together to get ready. Hoping back in a shower to shave and go the full nine yards.

You put on a damn cute outfit that was sure to earn a few edits from your fans. You did your makeup and hair to your liking and the night was looking up. You frizzed and messed with the last strand of your hair before snapping a picture for your Instagram story.

You were feeling a little mischievous and decided to put a song in the background as one of Johnnie’s. You picked “Angel of Death” since you helped him direct that one. You posted the black-and-white selfie and audibly giggled at the thought of seeing him within the next hour or so.

You hopped into an Uber and eventually made it to Tara’s party. The bright lights and music created a lively and bright atmosphere. You set your bag in Tara’s room and made your way through the living room saying hi to all your friends.

Managing to get to the rooftop where Tara and the rest of the gang were. “Heyyyy,” you said creeping up behind your short friend. “Y/n!” she shouts, wrapping her arms around you.

You get pulled into a tight and warm hug, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Y/n, what's up?” Sam asked, looking up from his seat on a couch. Fairy lights and another speaker were set up outside.

There were a bunch of people all packed into the smaller space. “I'm good, what about you?” you ask, taking a cup from the table. “Were good were good. We just heard about you being a little hungover this morning from Tara.” Sam said, squinting as he took a sip of his drink.

You faked a look of offense as you looked at Tara. She has a giant grin making her hand into a heart as an apology. “Tsk tsk. I was not hungover! I was just recovering from one the previous day, ok?” you say in defense of yourself as you sit next to Johnnie and Colby.

“Well, that's not what we heard,” Colby said next to you, holding his hands up. “I was hungover yesterday and these two dumbasses forced me to try 7/11 pizza so yeah this morning was a rough time ok?” you say pointing to Jake and Johnnie.

Jake’s mouth flew open in offense. “Woah ok the Pizza was NOT that bad.” he grabbed a bottle of alcohol pouring some into his cup. Johnnie let out a dry laugh beside you, you turned to him smiling. “Ok, y/n we believe you. And you didn't wake up next to that server we saw mmmm?” Tara said, moving her shoulder a little.

“Hell no I didn't wake up next to no fucking server. You're one to talk by the way,” you said, sipping whatever was in your cup. “Whatever,” Tara says as you settle into the couch.

The air was cold but there were heat lamps surrounding the terrace. The next warmest thing was Johnnie's body. He was so close to yours that you could practically feel his heat radiating onto your skin. “Was the pizza that bad?” Johnnie whispered into your ear.

“No not really but Jake woke me up at the ass crack of dawn to stream that so,” you whispered back. You could smell his cologne and the smell of cigarette smoke on him. You know that smoking wasn't a good habit but fuck he did look hot when he did.

“Hey, it was like 11 when we filmed that. It was not that early ok?” he said back his voice louder this time. Not that anyone noticed. Everyone else was absorbed in their conversations at this point. You giggle slightly at his words.

Your eyes look up to meet his. It's hard under all his hair and messy eye makeup to see his bright blue eyes, but you manage. You stare into them for almost too long. You close your eyes forcing yourself to look away. You’re scared you might have never been able to look away if it wasn't for the fact you were both at a party with other people.

Including all of your and his friends who would tease you both if you were gazing into each other's eyes. “Hey, I was hungover that day, ok? 11 is way too fucking early to be up hungover.” you say in defense of yourself for what feels like the millionth time this night alone, downing whatever was in your cup.

You inhaled sharply feeling the roaring effects of the alcohol as it burned its way down your throat. “Yeah, that's completely fair,” Johnnie says, moving his head slightly to move his hair. You purse your lips together moving your body to face the group again.

Johnnie stays looking at you, his shoulders now completely blocking your view of Jake. Not that you were complaining of course. The night moved on, and you didn't drink a lot, not trying to upset your stomach further of course.

By now you, Jake, and Johnnie were all doing some shitty karaoke downstairs. You of course had picked a PTV song and were attempting to nail the notes. After your throat was sore you handed the microphone off to Jake and sat next to Johnnie once again.

Jake had picked some Billy Joel song he and was failing miserably. You and Johnnie were both giggling away at his antics. You pulled out your phone to record him. “Oh god are you actually gonna post that?” Johnnie asks with a grin.

“Duh. Probably just put it on my Instagram story,” you said nudging him slightly. There is a beat of silence between you two before Johnnie speaks again. “Is there a reason you posted your picture to my song?” Johnnie asked.

Your hands, which were still holding your phone, dropped slightly. You felt a rush of heat flood your face as your brain short-circuited. Trying to come up with an excuse for your random amount of boldness.

“Oh- I just- I-” you stuttered out turning the video off. You felt like a fish out of water flapping around for any excuse you could think of. And thank whatever god may exist as your prayers were answered as Jake handed the microphone to Johnnie.

“What? Dude, I'm not singing.” Johnnie said, looking at Jake’s hand holding the microphone. “Duuuude!” Jake says dramatically slouching down, feeling the obvious effects of the liquor. “Dude you're literally a singer,” you say looking at him, your eyebrow cocked up.

“I-” he starts to speak before looking at his friend and then at you. You nod your head in encouragement, he closes his eyes with a sigh. “Fine,” he mutters, grabbing the microphone. He takes a few seconds to queue up a song.

You don't record this time. Just laugh with your friends as Johnnie attempts to sing a song. His eyes catch yours for a moment, and his voice breaks and slowly stops working. It seems like time slows down only your heartbeat can be heard

It feels like for a few seconds your worlds combined. The eyes that were watching Johnnie apparently caught up to him as he suddenly looked around the room. He tries to pick up the pace of this song and fails miserably. Completely missing half the words.

Your breath catches in your throat and you decide you need a break. You swallow deeply, stand up and almost run out of the room. You weren't sure what you were doing, just that you felt like your insides were suffocating.

You made it to the kitchen grabbing an empty solo cup and filling it up with water. You gulped down a few drinks of it before sitting up on a counter. You wipe a drop of water that fell from your mouth as footsteps alert you someone walked into the kitchen.

You turn to see that Johnnie is slowly creeping into the room. “Hey,” you said looking back down at your feet that rested against the cabinet. “Hey,” he said, walking around the kitchen island facing you. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the opposite counter as you.

“Y-yeah I'm fine. Just got a little intense back there I guess,” you said gesturing to the living room where we both just were. “Did you really wake up with that server?” he asks, barely able to keep eye contact.

You laugh slightly “God no.” you mutter out once again looking down. “Tara And Kat were making a bunch of jokes about it but I was never into him don't worry.” you say trying to laugh it off.

He doesn't say anything, just slowly getting closer to you. You looked up at him. You feel your eyes lock again.

You don't shy away this time. You let Yourself hold eye contact. That familiar feeling in your face travels back in. Your breaths move at similar paces as he slowly shares your space.

You tried to speak but no words came out. You're glad they don't truthfully. Johnnie's hand slowly comes up and meets your face, holding your chin. He moves in between your legs and pulls your face in for a kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet. You swear you could hear fireworks exploding in your brain. He was so so so close, but you needed him closer. The cup was long abandoned as your hands reached up to pull his face closer.

It seems to work as his whole body moves next to you, touching you. His hand, the other one that wasn't holding your face steady moves to hold himself on the counter.

You're not sure how long it was before you moved away from him for a breath. You feel the heat in your cheeks move down to your neck and chest and you look down. “Wanna get out of here?”

[sunflower-lilac42]

𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; 𝘯𝘩13 ୨୧

➪ summary: after another loss, nico begins to think the captain spot just isn't for him

➪ warnings: nico thinks he's a shitty captain, nico has negative thoughts, the 23-24 devils (real)

➪ word count: 1.7k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: this was so hard to go back and read, i felt so bad for him after this game. anyway, justice for nico next year fr

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One after the other the Lightning scored. Devils bounced back once, twice, three times but it wasn’t good enough. Would anything he did be good enough? Was he doing enough as captain? Was he pushing them as hard as he should be pushing them? Was he contributing to their loss? Was he the reason?

All those thoughts plagued Nico’s mind as he walked back through the tunnel both upset and embarrassed with his team’s performance. He wasn’t sure if he was mad enough to break something, most likely his stick, or if he was embarrassed enough to hide from the crowds and the fans on the internet.

He felt disgusting, beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, and his hair greasy and sweaty as well. He could feel how he smelled as he took off his gear and threw it into the cubby. He attempted to calm himself, taking a deep breath just as she taught him but it wasn’t working. 

He felt annoyed, frustrated, and angry as he did post-game, all these feelings were sitting up front in his mind, ready to flow out of his mouth as he answered questions. 

“Disappointing, I’m embarrassed a bit, to be honest. We got outworked, outplayed in such a big game. The way we performed is embarrassing.”

“I wish I could answer that, just not good enough. I have to calm down here and think about it. I don’t have an answer right now.”

“I hope everybody thinks about what team they want to be a part of coming down the stretch. If we want to be a playoff team, we have to figure something out.”

He finished getting change, gears reeling in his mind as he put his suit jacket back on. He was the last one out of the locker room and with it being All-Star break, he was glad he didn’t have to look at anything even remotely hockey-related for a while. 

He saw her in the distance, pacing back and forth. It was an unusual look for her, usually, she was the calm one in the relationship. In reality, she was nervous about how to calm Nico down. From the moment the Lightning scored those two goals she knew how much Nico would be blaming himself. 

She locked eyes with him after two minutes of him just standing there staring at her, “You ready?”

He just nodded, running his hand through his hair again. She sighed and held out her arm for him which he took immediately, his hand intertwining with hers. She gave his hand a squeeze and he retaliated with one of his one, walking in silence to her car. Nico was in no state to drive so she opened the passenger door for him, allowing him to climb in. 

She took a deep breath after shutting the door and making her way to the driver's side. As she rounded the front of her car she looked at him through the front windshield, he looked disheveled. He looked sad, dejected. She hadn’t seen him look like this in a while, maybe even ever. She opened the driver's side door and climbed in herself, turning on the radio and adjusting her mirrors as if she hadn’t been the one driving before.

She played lo-fi music on their back to her hotel, Nico already had planned to stay the night with her. The car ride was silent besides the soft beats coming from the speakers and the raindrops hitting the car. She had the air conditioning on low, it was 70 degrees in Flordia. She had taken her jacket off, handing it to Nico who held it close to his chest. 

Halfway through the drive, she glanced over at her boyfriend to see that he had now taken his suit jacket off and wrapped himself in hers. Nico’s eyes were looking everywhere but at her, not even daring to risk the chance of their eyes locking again. He knew the second they did, he would blow a fuse or start bawling his eyes out.

When they got to the hotel, y/n pulled into the closest spot possible. They sat there for a few minutes, both of them debating on what they wanted to do. She looked at her boyfriend, eyes saddened by how he looked, “You ready to go up?”

He hadn’t spoken a word since he finished post-game, not wanting to say anything he would regret later, so he just nodded. They both exited the car and walked into the hotel and to the elevators. Nico reached for her hand when they got into the elevator and it started to move up. She gave him a soft smile, tightening her hold on his hand.

They walked to her room, y/n swiping her card and opening the door wide for him. They stood in the entranceway of the room, both silent and looking around. She looked at him as she threw her keys on the counter and went to take his suit jacket out of his hands, her jacket still lying around his shoulders.

“You gonna go take a shower, baby?”

He nodded slightly, giving her all the strength he could muster right now. She sighed again and nodded, kissing him on his shoulder before rubbing his back. Before he could get far, y/n handed him the clothes that she had brought down for him. He smiled a very small, but grateful, smile at her before turning around and walking into the bathroom. 

She let him be for a few minutes, changing into her clothes before knocking on the door realizing that the shower wasn’t running yet, “Neeks?”

He let out a very soft and deep ‘hmm’ as he stopped whatever he was doing, “Is there anywhere specific you want to eat.”

He sighed, “I’m not really hungry.”

She frowned at his words, worry seeping deep into her brows, “I know, honey, but you got to eat something.”

He didn’t sound frustrated when he spoke, he knew she was right but he just wanted to go to bed, “I’m not hungry, y/n.”

She was slightly taken aback by the use of her name, he never called her that. She looked up at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes, “Okay. I’m going to order some food just in case you want to eat later.”

He didn’t say anything after that, turning on the shower. When she heard the water running she walked away from the door and sat on the bed, toying with the edge of her pajama pants. She turned on the TV, scrolling to find anything remotely interesting to watch. 

She ordered pizza, one of the simpler things to get delivered, and one that was open this late at night. She played along with the Game Show Network, Family Feud was on right now. She looked up when she heard the bathroom door click open. Nico stepped out, his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his t-shirt was clutched in his hands. He walked over to the bed, looking at the TV to see what was on.

He crawled onto the bed, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s hips, and laying his head in her lap. Y/n ran her hand through his now freshly washed hair. She almost cried herself when she felt her pant leg dampening from tears, “Honey…”

“It’s my fault, y/n. I can’t lead this team to the victory we need. I can’t do anything. I can’t fucking shoot. I can’t score. I can’t- I can’t-” His breathing picked up and y/n lifted his head from her lap, making him sit up so she could look at him face to face.

She cupped his cheeks and brought his face closer to hers, “Breathe, honey. It’s okay, just focus on me okay? It’s gonna pass, I promise.”

A few breaths later, his breathing regulated into its usual pattern, “I’m gonna need you to listen to me, Nico.”

He nodded his head but didn’t look into her eyes, “Look at me Neeks.”

He did, his eyes gazing into hers causing him to tear up again, “It is not your fault, you hear me? I cannot tell you how amazing you have been doing for this team. This team would not be the same without you. Remember when you got hurt back in October? They were not at their best.”

“That’s because-”

“No. It had nothing to do with Jack. Even when Jack came back they still weren’t playing well but as soon as you came back you went what? 8 and 2 in 10 games. You have done nothing but keep this team and their good spirits up. You are the core of this team, Nico. They cannot do it without you. So what people say differently. Screw what they say, hell even screw what Lindy says.

“You cannot bring yourself down because of what the team couldn’t do. Sure you can go on and on about how you could’ve helped them practice or given them advice but at the end of the day, they are in charge of their own performance. Do not let people bring you down because you are better than that.”

Nico held tears in his eyes, starting to slowly believe her. Those negative feelings that had hit him at the end of the game left his mind and he just buried his head into her chest, letting her run her hands through his hair and rub slow circles on his back. 

“I love you, and I am so so so proud of you.”

He sniffled, “Thank you. I love you too.”

She kissed his head and moved him to lie down under the covers of the bed. Nico let himself be fully encompassed in her arms with the soft noise of the TV still playing in the background.

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 ��𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

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[sxfterhearts]

cookies, necklaces and pigtails

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ non-idol bf!jiung x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: (very self indulgent) flufffffff

♡ summary: jiung, the ever-loving, sweet boyfriend, meets your extended family for the first time. whilst the rest of the family has reservations against him, your four year old cousin is already a huge fan (read: he may or may not have promised her chocolate chip cookies).

♡ word count: 2,327 words

♡ a/n: thank you sooo much to @hyungseos-cafe for making the moodboard that inspired this :))

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The sun was shining warmly on the well-kept garden beyond the kitchen windows, providing the roses and herbs your aunt tenderly cared for with some much-needed light to grow and flourish. Your head rested on your palms, watching a stray butterfly breeze past before stopping to admire the white roses. You knew you should’ve been paying attention, but your aunt has been going on and on since the mains were served, so you let her faux-saccharine words slip past you: in one ear, out the other.

You tried to subtly twist your head around in search of your boyfriend, but you didn’t have to look too hard – Jiung stuck out like a sore thumb. His bleached, grey hair bobbing up and down as he helped your mother with the dishes, sleeves of his freshly steamed jacket rolled to expose his lithe, veiny forearms. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, and he flashed you an apologetic smile, wordlessly urging you to return your attention to your aunt. After all, he was always the more sensible, responsible and mature one out of the two of you. The exchange only lasted a few seconds though, before his attention was pulled away by your mother. You only caught a glimpse, but you could tell your boyfriend was listening attentively to her, respectfully nodding at all the right places and providing insightful answers. He was such an angel.

Your attention was torn away by your aunt. “Y/N,” she called your name sternly and you cringed. Even your mother had stopped using that particular tone on you years ago.

“Hmm?”

“Are you even listening? Daydreaming again, aren’t you?” She sighed, as though you had dragged your family’s honour through the mud, yet again. “First, you take a break from school. Now, you’re dating that boy? Tell me, are you even serious about him?”

“Imo!”

“Don’t Imo me! I’m asking because it’s what everyone else wants to know as well. They’re just too afraid to ask you about it. So? What’s your answer?”

It was your turn to sigh this time, rolling your eyes for added effect. Why did your family always have to be like this? “Yes, I’m serious! What makes you think I’m not?”

Your aunt tsked in response. “Young love. You will understand when you’re older. You think love will last forever, just because he promised you the world, then one day he wakes up and realises that actually, he doesn’t love you anymore. These things never last, Y/N. Trust me – especially not when they look like that.”

You had to summon all your willpower to not react impulsively in a physical way, fists coming under the kitchen bench to ball into tight fists. Why on earth were your relatives treating your boyfriend with such disrespect when all he ever did since stepping past those doors was be respectful and helpful and friendly? He even went above and beyond by insisting on buying pastries for dessert, to help set up the picnic tables outside and was even washing the dishes. You were fuming on his behalf. “Thanks… for the advice, Imo. If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.” You gritted your teeth, pushing the words out your mouth as you spun quickly on the balls of your feet, eager to get out of the conversation before you said something you couldn’t take back.

On the way to the bathroom, you spotted your boyfriend wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as your mother busied herself with arranging dessert. You hurriedly informed her that you were stealing your boyfriend from her as you grabbed his wrist, pulling him in the direction of the entertainment room.

Your boyfriend complied easily, knowing that something was up the moment you stepped foot into the house. Family was always a touchy subject for you, he knew that much. You got along well with your parents, especially since moving out. Being an only child, the distance certainly helped prevent you from getting smothered by your parents’ love and attention. However, your extended family was a whole different story. Today was the annual family gathering to get your mum’s side of the family together, and you dreaded it every year, like clockwork. Having moved out of the bubble your mum’s family grew up in when you were in primary school, you found it more and more challenging with each passing year to relate to any of your relatives. You found it even harder to put up with their neverending nosiness and nagging.

You’d been to this house many times since your infancy. You knew that as the adults gathered around the dining table and kitchen area, the kids preferred to play amongst themselves outdoors in the garden, leaving the rest of the spacious house empty. 

You breathed an audible sigh of relief as the two of you entered the empty entertainment room hand in hand. You turned around, launching into a rant, “Jiung, I’m so sorry – I know I warned you, but I should’ve seen this coming. It’s just, they’re so, urgh! They’re so annoying! This happens every single year. If it’s not – how did you do in school, it’s – which university did you apply to or what major are you studying. Then it was – what do you do for work, and do you have a boyfriend, or when are you getting married, just…” You sucked in a breath through your teeth, fingers pinching your nose bridge and closing your eyes to compose yourself, trying to contain your frustration. 

As you took several deep breaths, you felt your boyfriend snake his arms around you, his familiar scent mixed with aftershave infiltrating your senses. You could even make out the faint aroma of chocolate chip cookies lingering on his clothes, the aftermath of his brief baking session with your mother. You could feel your tense limbs loosen slightly.

“Y/N,” He said your name, and it made your legs feel like the green and red bits of Jell-O resting in the fridge, waiting to be devoured by your kid cousins. You felt yourself melt even more in his arms as he lightly pressed his pillowy lips against your forehead. “It’s fine, really.”

“But…” You replied in nothing more than a mere whisper. “I feel bad… We were meant to have a relaxing long weekend away at my parents’, who, by the way,” your fingers came to play with the silver necklace hanging around his slim neck out of habit. “Thank goodness – are perfectly normal. How could I forget that we had to visit the rest of the family this weekend?” You huffed, lips forming into what Jiung thought was the most irresistible pout. You were clearly disappointed that your weekend away had not gone as you imagined.

“It’s definitely okay. Besides,” He paused to tug your bottom lip out of the pout and tuck your fringe behind your ears. “I like making cookies. And your mum and I make a good dishwashing team.” Jiung gave you one of his smiles, the ones that make your insides feel all warm and fuzzy, and you couldn’t help but return it with a gummy smile of your own. He always seemed to have this sort of effect on you, always able to disarm your short fuse and bring you back down to earth with a warm touch and a tender smile.

“Eonnie!”

“Oh?” The two of you have never pulled away so fast, basically separating from each other at the speed of light. 

“Looks like we have a visitor.” Jiung announced, turning towards the entrance to find your youngest cousin, a little four year-old girl dressed in a pink princess dress and pigtails. “Hello, little one.”

“Oppa!” You could tell the little girl, Haeun, was way more interested in playing with your boyfriend than you. “Cookies!” That must’ve been why. Jiung told her he was baking cookies with your mum after family lunch, which clearly piqued her interest.

“They’re not ready yet, little one. Do you want other desserts instead? We chopped up some fruit earlier as well.” Jiung replied in a soft voice that was gentler and sweeter than usual. You smiled, watching as he lowered himself to her height, approaching her with a tiny wave, which she returned.

“No fruit, I want cookies.” She replied adamantly.

“I see stubbornness runs in the family.” Jiung teased under his breath, soft enough only for your ears. You laughed in response as you looked around for something to preoccupy your baby cousin. It was an entertainment room after all, surely there would be some books, or a soft toy…

“What’s that?” Haeun asked, curious.

“What’s what?” Jiung replied, now sitting cross-legged next to the girl. You could practically hear the smile in his voice. It seemed like your youngest cousin had your boyfriend wrapped around her little finger.

“This one, it’s shiny!” She took a few quick steps towards him before collapsing and melting into his outstretched arms, fingers coming to grab at the sparkly pendant of his necklace.

It was your second anniversary gift. Jiung had always liked jewellery, and would occasionally talk about how he’d always wanted to wear more accessories but didn’t know how or where to start curating pieces to match his outfits. You offered up your own collection of silvers and golds, but opted to get him a silver necklace when he graduated from borrowing your rings and necklaces (in reality, he had misplaced one too many chains and you were starting to run low) – his had a silver sun pendant, while yours was a matching gold. 

“Oh, this?” He glanced down at the pendant. “It’s a sun. Y/N has a matching one. She got it for me as a present.”

“Bingo!” You cheered as you found a bunch of crayons held together with hair ties and a few pieces of paper (you didn’t question it, knowing that your aunt had two toddlers herself which threatened her vision of running the perfect, tidy household). “Do you want to draw a necklace for yourself, Haeun?”

She nodded happily, running over to you and plopping down on the floor. The three of you gathered together and began to pick out your favourite crayon colours. As you settled on drawing and colouring, you pretended to hide your artworks from each other if one of you dared to sneak a glance at the other’s, leading to several fits of laughs and giggles.

Haeun, ever the observant child, noticed that your boyfriend kept having to brush his hair away from his face while his lanky body was hunched over his drawing. She reached out with grabby hands and tried to comb chunks of his silvery locks into a makeshift ponytail. 

You could see her vision, and couldn’t help but to smile at the sweet interaction. “Here, let me help.”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend looked up at the two of you, slightly confused.

It wasn’t like it was his first rodeo. You often held his hair back with a headband before cooking or washing his face, and sometimes tied his hair up for him when he was busy doing work. With Haeun working on one side and you on the other, you two girls fashioned Jiung’s hair into two (slightly mismatched) pigtails.

After a few more minutes of silent colouring, “I’m done!” Haeun declared, setting down her crayon. She held out her masterpiece, exhibiting it excitedly to you and your boyfriend. “See, it’s us!”

Indeed, your baby cousin had drawn you and your boyfriend, holding hands, and a little girl next to them, in a pink dress much like the one she was currently wearing. All three of you had bunny-looking ears, presumably to match the pigtails, and matching necklaces. You and Jiung showed her your artwork, but unanimously agreed that Haeun’s was the best out of the three. You made a mental note to go necklace shopping for her later today.

“Haeun! Haeun?” The voice of her mother, your younger (and favourite) aunt, filtered through the hallways.

“She’s in here!”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought you were outsi – Oh!” Your aunt stood at the doorway, pleasantly surprised at how well-behaved her active daughter was. “You got her to sit down. Great job guys!”

“Look, mummy! We drew some pictures!” Haeun ran towards her mother’s feet, passing her the drawing before hugging her feet.

“Wow, you did a great job, sweetie! Are those necklaces?”

“Yes, oppa said eonnie gave it to him as a present.”

The two of you stole glances at each other, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Did she? Well, your Y/N eonnie must like Jiung oppa very much. Speaking of which,” Your younger aunt turns towards you and Jiung. “I think she’s disturbed the two of you enough now. I’ll distract her with some cookies so you two can get some alone time.” She flashed a knowing smile, and you had to fight the urge to combust in embarrassment.

“We had lots of fun playing with her, imo.”

“Oh, I see she’s done your hair too! And the necklaces, you’re wearing them. Ah, young love,” She sighed wistfully. “How adorable.”

“Cookies! Mummy, I want cookies!”

//

epilogue.

“So, how many do you want?” Jiung asked under his breath, feigning nonchalance whilst his lips worked itself into a sheepish grin.

“How many what?” You asked, distracted. You were trying to find the covers for takeaway containers amongst the pile of dishes.

“Kids, of course.”

A soft clang echoed throughout the now-empty kitchen as you dropped the empty container. Your cheeks reddened so much that when Jiung turned around to check on you after a long silence, he had to cool them down with his hands, which were freezing cold from handling the ice box.

“Too soon?” He couldn’t help but tease, chuckling to himself at your stunned expression.

You nodded.

After a few beats, you whispered, “two, maybe.”

[world0fmadness]

PROMISE

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader

♡ general comfort headcanons for pelle!

୨୧ managed to get this done inbetween my family constantly bugging me about birthday plans, so happy about it lol! hope you like it <3

♡ requested by @butcheredcutie | related hc available here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: fall from grace by morbid angel - promise by akira yamaoka

♡ pelle is a very good listener, it’s a skill he picked up through his not very talkative personality!

୨୧ he probably doesn’t even mean to be but over so much time of not really talking to people, the skill just kind of builds itself onto him as time goes on and he becomes a great person to just talk to

♡ so if you’re upset about something like a family matter or friends or really any simple life drama, he’s a great person to just vent to

୨୧ he’s so quiet as you vent, you can barely even hear him breathing! but that does not mean he’s not listening to you, sometimes he can be kind of ignorant to a lot of people and go into a daydream as they speak but never with you

♡ if you’re just going through some average stress from life, he’ll often ask if you want to go for a walk in the woods with him to get some air

୨୧ it’d probably work as a very good distraction, he’s always picking up really random things he finds among the leaves on the forest ground to show you… he’d gift you any bones he finds, hoping it lifts your spirit a bit

♡ if you struggle with mental health difficulties like him and being upset is a much more regular thing, i think he’d learn how to handle it the best over time

୨୧ he’d begin to understand what not to say and do and what makes it worse

♡ but he’d also learn what helps you in the moment and what he can say to comfort you

୨୧ if you don’t like being touched when you’re upset, if physical contact triggers you more or just makes you feel claustrophobic, he’ll respect that a lot

♡ i mean, he doesn’t even like physical touch that much himself so he’s sure as shit not going to force it on you…

୨୧ most likely he’ll keep his distance, trying his best to comfort you with soft words and loving glances towards you

♡ if you don’t mind physical touch when upset and it actually helps, he’s okay with that too, even if he’s not the biggest fan of touch, he’ll do it for you <3

୨୧ often times you’ll sit next to him on the bed, your head leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder and backs against the wall as he stares ahead, taking in everything you’re saying

♡ sometimes, just sometimes, he’ll let out out hums of agreement or if you ask him his opinion on something, if he thinks you were in the wrong, he’ll answer

“ no… i don’t think so, don’t think it was your fault… ” ( he says it so quietly, it’s almost a whisper as he keeps his eyes straight ahead )

୨୧ he might even lean his head down onto yours to respond, inhaling the scent of your shampoo whilst speaking quietly into your hair

♡ if you’re upset about a death of a family member or friend, maybe even a pet, that’s probably when pelle will verbally comfort you the most

୨୧ he’ll really try to make you know that they’re probably much happier now, in a better place and whatever, they’re free of the cage that is life and their corporal body

♡ if you’re really upset, with tears dripping down your cheeks and your breath stuttering, he’ll probably bring an arm around you and play with your hair to try calming you whilst also taking your hand in his free one

୨୧ well, i say he’d play with your hair but he’d really just stroke it, keeping his movements calm and steady, soft and slow as to create a comforting feeling for you

♡ if he accidentally pulls a tangle or just hurts you a little somehow, he’ll mumble an apology before bringing your intertwined hands up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles

“ sorry… didn’t mean to hurt you ” ( you know that, of course you know that )

୨୧ either that or he’ll simply place a hand on your knee and draw patterns with his pale fingers, hoping it soothes you just a bit

♡ if neither of those work and you’re just having a lot of trouble calming down, i can see him bringing his face down super close to yours, the tips of your noses touching as your glassy yet now surprised eyes gaze into his

୨୧ he doesn’t say anything, just breathes and brings his fingers up to your cheeks, wiping away some slowly falling tears before giving you something that can only be described as an eskimo kiss, causing you to give a small smile as he pulls away from you

♡ as he watches you like a hawk, he notices when you begin to calm down, he knows all of your habits, the way your hands slow to a stop from shaking and your breathing evens out

୨୧ if you have a tendency to hurt yourself whilst upset, like digging your nails into your palms or pulling at your hair, he doesn’t like that at all!

♡ he’d take your hands in his, gripping them tightly and squeezing them as if to say “ don’t do that ”

୨୧ if you’re sleepy and worn out after crying, maybe even having a headache too, he’s very attentive to you

♡ still not super touchy or talkative but you can feel his immense love through his actions

୨୧ he’ll go to grab you some painkillers and a glass of water from the bathroom before coming back and getting into bed with you, staring blankly up at the ceiling as you lay your head on his chest, your eyes closing as you fall into a deep sleep

♡ he doesn’t really care what time it is, if it’s day or night, he’ll lay there with you for as long as you want, until you wake up or you want to get up… anything to make you feel better…

୨୧ well, he might get up once whilst your sleeping but only to grab a pencil and his sketchpad from the desk in his room

♡ he’ll get back into bed with it, allowing you to subconsciously cuddle back into his side before beginning to draw something like your favourite animal or even just a portrait of you, he’ll give it to you when you wake up…

[glasseditor]

reliability. [ds]

synopsis: “Clover knows so much about everything, and he’s so dependable… I want to be like that someday too.”

tags: deuce spade x reader, gender-neutral reader, sfw, fluff

ao3: reliability. [ds] word count: ~3.9k

a/n: deuce fans do you exist

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“The third one in a row!” you cried out. 

“Hey c’mon, it’s really no big deal. Everyone failed that one! I definitely did…” Ace answered. The genuineness in his reply only served to tear into your ego further. 

“To be put on the same academic status as you is a crime,” you said, exasperation clear in your voice, “I studied so hard for this one!”

You had been staying up for so many nights that even Grim was beginning to worry for your wellbeing. You had crammed formula after formula into your brain, yet when it was time for the individual lab, you didn’t recognize a thing.

“Maybe I should try looking for a tutor.” you sighed, kicking a pebble with an air of frustration. 

“What? You said that you could do this ’100% on your own,’  remember?” Ace mocked, recalling how you had said that you would graduate without any academic help. It was true that you wanted to prove to the others that you were perfectly capable of being among their ranks despite lacking in any sort of magical ability. The thought of being able to brag about how you had passed all on your own filled you with pride. What you didn’t expect is that you would fail every important assignment that you would attempt, leaving you with the same academic standings as Ace and Deuce, NRC’s resident dumb and dumber.

“Whatever! If I find a tutor on my own, that still counts as doing it 100% on my own,” you justified, “Plus, I’ll still need to do the individual labs by myself anyways so I’ll still be doing it myself.”

“What kind of logic is that?” Ace laughed, impressed by the leaps in logic you were able to make in order to save your pride. You puffed your cheeks and turned your face away from your friend, your steps seeming heavier than they were before. Sensing your frustration, Ace decided to stop the antics and throw you a bone. “Y’know if you’re being serious, I heard that Trey is helping Deuce out with some of his studies. He’ll probably be willing to help you too and if you ask realllyy nicely maybe he’ll even keep your tutoring sessions a secret!”

“Beats the idea that I had…” you mumbled, embarrassed by the idiocy of the plan that you had thought up.

“Huh? What were you thinking?” Ace questioned, the excitement in his eyes was made obvious at the opportunity to poke fun at you.

“I was just gonna take a quick little trip to Octavinelle,” you were barely audible, the shame already apparent on your cheeks. “Look, it was just the first thing I came up with! Doesn’t mean I was actually gonna do it. Though I guess if it came to it..”

“And I suppose that would be doing things ‘100% on your own’ too?” Ace spoke, barely making an effort to contain his laughter.

“Well, I would be going there ‘100% on my own’ so…yeah! It does still count since I’m the one putting in the effort to make the deal!” you retorted with satisfaction.

Ace was beginning to think that, by some miracle, he was the smart one of the group.

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Standing outside of the classroom door, you fiddled with the hem of your ill-fitted uniform. Trey had agreed to tutor you along with a few other students at the cost of nothing, stating that it was “just what a good senior would do.” Despite his reassurance that it was no trouble for him, you couldn’t help but feel bad for taking up so much of his time.

Upon entering the lab, you notice three other students along with your tutor. Two Heartslabyul students that you had never seen before and Deuce Spade, your good friend. You had known that Trey was helping Deuce with his studies too, but you were surprised to see that you would be in the same study group together. Along with the three students, you also took note of how everyone was already seated at an individual lab station with all their study material out. Great, you were the last one to show up.

“Hey, sorry for being late!” you walked up to Trey, mentally berating yourself for your lack of punctuality. 

“It’s no problem. I haven’t started going over the experiment so you’re actually not late at all,” he replied, “You can go ahead and sit at that lab station on the left.”

Sitting down at the station, you made eye contact with Deuce who was situated at the station farthest from you. He quickly averted your gaze and turned away, making an attempt to hide his face despite there being nowhere to hide. Your face twitched in confusion at his unusual behavior. Had you done something to offend him? Nothing that you could recall.

Wanting to get to work, you simply brushed it off as him wanting to focus on the lab that he was working on. He had been working extra hard to be a student that his mother could be proud of, after all.

You pulled out your previous lab for review and began to go over the steps again. Your head was already starting to pound and the red markings on your paper disheartened you. Picking up a glass filled with a pink liquid, you brought it up to your nose to smell it. Upon doing so, you notice Trey running over to your station just in time to see you turn away from the glass at the smell.

“Hey, watch it!” he warned, his voice full of concern, “That one’s toxic! It says so right there before the procedures.”

“What? I thought it was that one that’s toxic!” you pointed at glass with a jelly-like blue substance.

“No, I even labeled each of the glasses,” Trey turned the glass and pointed at the label that clearly highlighted your mistake, “Plus they’re completely different colors too.”

You buried your reddening face upon realizing how obvious your mistake had been. Despite the amount of studying and effort you put into this class, you were still held back by such elementary errors. If you couldn’t pass the retake lab, you would have to take extra lessons with Crewel. It was that punishment that was pushing you over the edge. 

The thought of spending any free time with him would make any student shiver, but it irked you even more because of how harsh he was on you in specific. Crewel, being a sadist and knowing that you were deficient in magical ability, took it upon himself to particularly pick on you. You were trying your best and you still couldn’t see any way that you would be able to pass. This feeling of frustration was unbearable.

And so, you did what any person who has experienced such wear-and-tear would do. You began to cry. It was a rare sight to see since you had always been the type of person that wouldn’t let things get to you. It even surprised Trey a little; even still, he managed to reach out to you.

“Hey, don’t stress about it,” Trey said, placing a hand on your back and rubbing circles in an effort to console you, “I know it’s frustrating but it’s really just a little mistake. You’re smart and diligent, so I know you can do it.”

“I’m sorry,” your shoulder shook as you tried to stop your tears, “I really don’t mean to cry. I don’t usually break this easily but I just don’t understand why I’m having such a hard time with this.”

“It’s okay to cry, so don’t beat yourself up too much about it. This lab was a really hard one. I can understand why you’re frustrated,” Trey’s words calmed you, “I’ll help you with it so don't worry, alright?”

His warm tone put you at ease and made it easy to calm down. He had always been so kind and reliable that it made you forget your worries for just a little while. It was enough time for you to be able to clear your head and think straight.

“You’re right,” you wiped your eyes, “The idea of having to sit in a room with Crewel for longer than I have to really scares me…but that won’t happen because I’m determined to pass and I have a great tutor.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Trey spoke, glad that you had found the motivation to keep pushing yourself, “Let’s start the experiment again from the beginning. I’ll explain everything to you slowly so ask me if you have any questions, okay?”

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You clapped your hands together as you successfully completed the last step of the lab. The potion, which had emitted a strange green smoke the last time you had attempted the lab, now had a brilliant blue shine. 

“I can’t believe I did it,” you rejoiced, “What would I do without you?”

“It was all you!” Trey answered, “I just gave a few pointers, that’s all.”

“Thank you, Trey! I’ll definitely pass the lab thanks to you,” you threw your arms around Trey in a hug, grateful that he had been so patient with you. However, your show of gratitude was cut short when you heard a clattering of glass and metal.

You and Trey both pulled away from the hug to look for the source of the commotion, but you didn’t miss the light pink that dusted his cheeks and ears. You made eye contact with Deuce who was simultaneously trying to avert your gaze and pick up all of the tools that he had dropped onto the floor.

“You’re starting to get the hang of this so I’ll leave you to it,” Trey laughed nervously looking in Deuce’s direction, “Plus it really looks like he really needs help so…”

You made a mental note to tease Deuce about the scene later. More importantly, you wanted to ask him why he was acting so strange. You and Grim would be heading over to Heartslabyul later today to meet up with Ace and Deuce anyways.

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“Hey, Tweedledum and Tweedledee! Open up,” you knocked on the dorm door, cat in arms, “Grim’s heavy so hurry it up!”

“Geez, what’s with the nickname?” Ace pouted as he opened the door. You hurried in and settled Grim down on the bed.

“The bastard insisted that I carry him here and fell asleep when I said no!” you spoke noticeably out of breath.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re here now, but I have to go,” Ace spoke quickly, already heading towards the door.

“What?” you glared, annoyance clear in your tone, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Before I ran all the way over here?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Deuce chimed in suddenly. He looked slightly panicked, his eyes warning Ace to stay.

“It just came up right now! It’s no big deal, you guys can just hang out together without me,” Ace said, one foot out the door, “I won’t mind I swear!”

“Ace!” you and Deuce called out at the same time, but he had already ran off, shutting the door before either of you could get ahold of him. After a sigh, a silence settled within the room.

“What’s wrong with that guy, seriously?” Deuce broke the silence. His bed shifted as you sat down next to him.

“Well…what now?” you asked. Ace had planned on showing you and Deuce a new spot to eat, so without him, your plans were completely ruined. Deuce responded to your question with silence.

You turned your face to look at him only to find that he was already looking at you. He was close. So close that you could see every little detail in his eyes. His cyan eyes shone brilliantly, and in the middle of them, you saw your reflection. Seeing your own face snapped you back to reality. He was so close. Your face began to heat up and you turned away in embarrassment. Why were you staring for so long?

“Oh, sorry!” Deuce apologized frantically, “I didn’t mean to stare!” Though you were still turned away from him to hide yourself after appearing so flustered, you took a quick glance at your friend to see that his expression matched yours. The tension in the room broke as you let out a quiet chuckle after seeing that you were both thinking the same thing. It was funny to see that you two could be so similar sometimes.

Why was it suddenly so tense between you two? It hadn't been like this before. Remembering that Deuce had been acting strange all day, you finally got to asking what was on your mind all day.

“Hey, Deuce,” he turned his attention to you when you spoke, “What’s up with you today?” After saying it, you realized that maybe your words were a bit too direct. You couldn’t help it! This awkward atmosphere was new when it came to Deuce.

“Ah, you noticed?” he scratched the back of his head and took a moment before giving you an answer, “Truth is, I was surprised to see you at that study session.”

“Why? You know I’m no genius when it comes to alchemy,” you laughed, “And didn’t Ace tell you that Trey was gonna start tutoring me?” His face showed the slightest hint of agitation when you spoke his upperclassman’s name.

“He did! But he never told me that you were in the same study group as me,” he looked away, “I guess, maybe I felt a little embarrassed that you saw me there.” You gave him a confused look. It was no secret that your whole trio isn’t exactly the most…academically capable. If you included Grim into the mix, your combined gpa would sink even lower. To hear Deuce admit that he felt embarrassed about it shocked you.

“You know I wouldn’t judge, right? I don’t think I’m even allowed to judge since I was there too.” you joked.

“I know, I know but,” he continued, “It’s just that…Clover knows so much about everything, and he’s so dependable. I want to be like that someday too! Seeing you get so excited after he taught you how to do the lab. I guess it made me a little…I don’t know what to call it!” There it was! The perfect opportunity to poke fun at him.

“Hehe, is that jealousy that I sense?” you teased, literally poking his cheek.

“No! It’s not jealousy! It’s…” he trailed off before admitting it, “Okay, I guess it is jealousy.”

“Finally!” you shouted, flopping down into his lap, “I’m so glad we cleared that up because the tension was seriously killing me!”

“H-hey, don’t you realize the implications of me being jealous?” he panicked when your face was suddenly looking up at him from his lap.

“Implication? Pretty big word, don’t you think?” you laughed it off, “I know what it means. So, let’s study together.”

“Huh?” he really didn’t understand you sometimes.

“Yeah well, Ace ditched us so we have nothing to do,” you spoke, still looking up at him, “and I honestly zoned out a little when Trey was going over some of the steps. I remember you looking really focused when he went over to help you, so I’m sure you have a few things that you could teach me.”

With your words, Deuce’s face lit up. It wasn’t direct, but he knew that this was your odd way of saying you believed in his academic ability. You were coming to him for help even though you had connections with students that earned perfect scores. You were counting on him to help you and he wasn’t about to let you down.

“Alright, we’ll go over the lab together then,” he spoke confidently, “where did you start zoning out?”

“Err, to be honest…I think we need to go over the whole thing again. I know I did it right during the tutoring session but…I was just following Trey’s directions. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.” ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

D!!! Written in red with three exclamation points and circled more times than you could count.

“WHAT?” you cried out, “How could that be!”

It was a few days after you and Deuce took your lab retake. You had spent the whole night before studying with Deuce. He went over each and every step with you, simplifying his words so that it was easier for you to understand. (Was it really for you or was it because his vocabulary was more limited than he'd like to admit?)

“Really such a shame,” you jumped at Crewel’s voice behind you, “If you had answered even one more of the questions at the end of the lab correctly, you would’ve just barely passed. Looks like I’ll have to see your face more often during this break.”

You groaned, slumping down in your seat. More time with Crewel. Could anything be more dreadful? Despite your dilemma, you couldn’t help but wonder about Deuce. You wondered if he passed and whether or not he would be disappointed in you for failing again even after getting help. You avoided Ace and Deuce as class ended, but as you walked down the halls, a hand found itself on your shoulder.

“So, how’d you do?” it was Ace with a big smile on his face, “Yikes! I’m guessing not so well based off of the look on your face.”

“Whatever, asshole. Where’s Deuce? Did he pass?” you hoped that he had done better than you did.

“Yeah, he’s being interrogated by Crewel right now for cheating,” Ace answered, “He got a high C!”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Deuce worked so hard to pass and you were relieved that his efforts were not made in vain. In a way, you felt that his score was a victory for you too. The logic wasn’t really all there but you wouldn’t admit that. 

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Later that afternoon, you found yourself at Ace and Deuce’s dorm again. Grim wanted to play Spelldrive with some Savanaclaw students, so you were there alone. A few knocks on the door later and the door creaked open with Deuce’s face peering out from it.

“Oh, it’s you,” he opened the door wider so that you could come in, “Ace stepped out just now by the way.”

“That’s fine, I came here to see you anyways.” you replied.

“I’m guessing you didn’t do too hot on the retake, right?” he got it right away.

“H-how did you guess??” you knew you were horrible at alchemy but were you really so bad that he knew you wouldn’t pass?

“Well first off, it was written all over your face! I saw you after class while Crewel was lecturing me on the importance of academic honesty,” he shivered as he recalled his chat with the professor, “Secondly, you weren’t exactly paying attention while I was helping you prepare for the lab.”

“I was paying attention!” you retorted, “Didn’t you see how hard I was working?”

“I saw you staring at me the whole time! I didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop…” he admitted, putting his arms around you as he saw your expression drop.

“I was just thinking really hard!” you whined. “I’m stuck with Crewel all break now.”

Your head dropped onto Deuce’s chest as you thought about the hell you would have to endure during break. 

“It’s over for me.” you cried, voice muffled by Deuce’s jacket as he put his arms around you. For a while, the two of you just stood like this. Deuce’s arms felt so comforting, it felt as though his embrace swallowed you whole. You felt so content like this that you almost forgot why you were so distressed in the first place. After thinking, Deuce finally spoke.

“I’ll help you.”

“What?”

“I’ll study harder than I ever have before and I’ll teach you all of it! That way, maybe you’ll get out of Crewel’s lessons early,” he spoke excitedly, “and then as a reward, maybe we could hang out together.”

“But we hang out all the time,” you laughed. 

“I mean…without Ace,” Deuce was glad that you couldn’t see his face reddening right now.

“Like…a date?” you asked, your face still in his jacket.

“Y-yeah, something like that,” he spoke hurriedly, “I could take you out on a drive on my Magic Wheel.” He recalled the wonder in your eyes when you saw him riding it around a track for the first time.

“Alright then, it’s a date!” you confirmed, “If I manage to pass, that is. Oh yeah! How did the whole cheating thing with Crewel go?”

“Well I really did do the lab all on my own so he had nothing to use against me,” he answered, “and he brought in the housewarden who told him that I have a clean, honest record.”

“I would kill to have seen the look on his face after that!” you reveled in the idea of Crewel being wrong and having to admit it.

“It was a little scary. Trust me you wouldn’t want to see it,” he convinced you.

“You’re seriously on your way to being an honors student now!” you said, “A high C! And Riddle stood up for you? What a scholar!”

“Right?” he spoke excitedly, “I think I’m finally making big steps towards being a great ma-” His sentence was cut short by a knocking, more like a banging, on the door.

“Hey! Are you guys done in there?” you heard Ace’s voice on the other side, “Riddle’s after me! Let me in, guys seriously!” The moment that Deuce ever so slightly cracked the door open, Ace quickly came pouring in, tripping on his own feet. “You guys took forever!”

“What happened?” Deuce asked.

“While I was giving you guys alone time for your coupley stuff, the housewarden caught me lounging around and said I could make better use of my time,” Ace explained, “Tried to get me to paint a whole garden! He’s seriously cra-”

“Coupley stuff? What do you mean by that?” you cut him off.

“Please don’t tell me that you didn’t even realize,” Ace shut his eyes tight, “If I went through all of that trouble to set you guys up and you’re still not together…I’ll be seriously pissed.”

“Y-you were setting us up?” Deuce asked, his face reddening.

“Oh come on!” Ace shouted, “Recommending the same tutor? Leaving you guys in the dorm together? You guys really didn’t notice all that hard work?”

“To be honest,” you started, “we were just kinda pissed that you ditched us.”

“Yeah! I mean no explanation or anything? Seriously?” Deuce added. You nodded after him and mumbled agreements.

“Well you guys might be pissed but I’m honestly the real mastermind here!” Ace boasted, “Hey! Guys don’t ignore me…guys?”

As Ace bragged about his achievements, you and Deuce had already started to leave the room while Ace sat there blankly.

“I’m sure they’ll appreciate it once they realize what I’ve done for them,” he stated.

Though you wouldn’t admit it, Ace really did contribute to the relationship that started between you and Deuce. Guess this was something that you could admit wasn’t done “100% by yourself.”

[mizunoyouni]

₊˚ෆ Two Black Cats

₊˚ෆ I know Ayato is a dog person, and the popular trend is the pairing of a golden retriever personality + a black cat personality, but what about Ayato with a partner who has a black cat personality, much like him?

₊˚ෆ He's so used to others listening to his orders without a single doubt, or watching people jump whenever they become the victim of his latest scheme, but the moment he meets you, his perfect partner in mischief, he's absolutely smitten.

₊˚ෆ It's the way you two don't even need to speak, but still communicate with just quick glances at each other, that makes him smile even wider.

₊˚ෆ At a drab meeting the both of you would rather skip out on? One insulting side eye from Ayato as a certain noble walks by is enough to make you stifle a laugh from behind your paper fan. His disapproving expression lasted for only a fraction of a second, but you caught it, just as he hoped.

₊˚ෆ Or when you gently tap his arm, he knows immediately to lean in and offer you his ear. Your hushed words make his cheeks flush, but in the blink of an eye, it's quickly gone. And to the clueless outsider, they would be left questioning if they really saw him make that expression when he's known for his elegant and well put together image. He doesn't mind it though, because nobody will believe them if they try to talk about what they saw.

₊˚ෆ Ayato can be one to speak in riddles, never giving an outright answer, just for the fun of it, much to the traveler's dismay. So imagine both the traveler and Paimon's reaction when they come to you for answers, hoping that you would be kinder to them, only to receive the other half of the riddle Ayato had so graciously bestowed upon them a few hours earlier. Needless to say, they walked away that day even more confused, neither of them impressed by your combined antics.

₊˚ෆ But maybe the biggest target in this is Thoma, who usually finds himself as the victim of many of your schemes. But the two of you can't help it, you both find that flustered expression on the housekeeper's face to be too adorable after he realizes he's been cornered into choosing which of your culinary disasters was the better one. Rest in peace, his stomach.

₊˚ෆ Oh, but just imagine the impending nightmare the two of you have become for Yae Miko, of all people. At first, she thought maybe you'd be a good influence on Ayato, grounding him and keeping him on a leash, maybe even apologizing for his antics. So for her to find out that not only does she have to now deal with not one— but two Yashiro rascals, she's beyond unimpressed.

₊˚ෆ Ayato, who always seems like he's playing 3d chess at every given moment, often finds comfort in the fact that you're the only one who can keep up with his plotting and scheming. It makes him feel seen, and he absolutely adores it when you add on to his plans, smiling at the fact that you're almost always enabling his cunning side.

₊˚ෆ "What do you think of this, my love?" He asks while showing you his plans neatly scrawled on a piece of parchment. "This sounds absolutely ridiculous, Ayato," you say after a quick glance at the paper and he raises his eyebrow. "You should do it," you grin and Ayato smirks, satisfied by your answer.

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Radio Show With JaeJae

🧷 Joohyung moments during the radio show

Outfit | Hair | Makeup | Nails

୨୧ “Hi I’m Joohyung~” Joohyung gave everyone her bread smile, causing the moas from outside to cheer making her laugh.

୨୧ As JaeJae and some of the members talked about their weverse con performance of their cover ‘invitation’ Joohyung on the other hand was posing for the moas outside in her own little world.

୨୧ “Joohyung-ssi you were very sexy and chic during that performance. I got flustered even.” JaeJae turn the attention to Joohyung. “Ah, thank you,” she gave a little bowed. “While we were practicing and we I got to the part where I touch the members lightly with my fan they were always get flustered and tried not looking at me.” Joohyung exposed them. “Really?!”

୨୧ “You also did the Hybe’s girl group performance which I really loved.” JaeJae said, which got the members instantly happy. “What did the rest of you think seeing Joohyung-ssi perform girl group songs?” JaeJae asked. “She was so cute~” Soobin smiled. “I always wanted to see noona perform like that.” Yeonjun confessed. “I really loved her ending pose!” Taehyun mimicked her ending fairy, making everyone laugh. “I saw that all the others were doing cute ending poses, so I tried copying them.” Joohyung explained. “I had to replay that part multiple times.” Beomgyu laughed. “I want to see noona do more performances like that.” Kai added.

୨୧ Again Joohyung just spaced out as she was trying to fight the tiredness from today schedules. She mostly watched moas and waved at them or gave them little hearts, seeing them smile or freak out made her held in her laughter.

୨୧ “Noona eats my pizza crust.” Beomgyu said, as everyone was talking about the pizza crust debate. “But she eats ours too.” Soobin wiped Beomgyu’s smile right off his face. “Aish!” Beomgyu playfully acted like he was going to punch Soobin. “Well I just eat it because I like the crust too not just because I might like the person.” Joohyung chuckled, watching the two.

୨୧ It was time where the members compliment each other and they went down the row until it was Taehyun’s turn to compliment Joohyung. “Thank you noona for always being there for me and giving me the confidence to perform well on stage.”

୨୧ Taehyun was talking about the time he accidentally spoiled ‘CYSM’. “After that live noona came down to see me and scolded me,so ever since then I don’t dare to give out spoilers without her consent first.”

୨୧ “Then does Joohyung-ssi want to give a spoiler for Lollapalooza?” JaeJae asked. All the members turned to look at Joohyung waiting for her answer. “Ah…uh-oh~” Was the spoiler she gave which the members were really surprised. “That’s it?” JaeJae looked at Joohyung for more. “That’s it.” Joohyung nodded.

୨୧ “I’m really proud at how far Kai has gotten in his dancing skills.” Joohyung praised Kai, as they were talking about his and Yeonjun’s Mix and Max video. “He had grew up a lot and he just keeps on getting better and better.” Kai was a bit stunned at how highly Joohyung was talking about him. “Oh Kai-ssi you look a bit shock!” JaeJae pointed out. “Hearing noona speak of me like that is amazing.” Kai smiled into his sentence. “I always wanted to dance like Joohyung and Yeonjun and hearing that really makes me happy.” Kai gave a thumbs up.

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SUMMARY: In a seemingly perfect relationship, Y/N and Matt face a silent storm when Y/N, after appearing in a video on Matt's personal channel, is the target of cruel comments that leave her feeling inadequate. Unable to share her insecurities, Y/N distance herself from Matt, wallowing in self-criticism and painful comparisons, until he snaps.

WARNING: Crying, insecurities, comparison, yelling, fighting.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she tried to navigate the dark mazes of her mind. Since she appeared in the last video on Matt's personal channel, everything had changed. The acidic words of the "fans' comments burned in her memory, leaving deep marks.

It was a vlog-type video, where the couple was spending the day walking through parks, going to museums and strolling through the mall, but comments like "She's not good enough for him", "Matt deserves someone better" and "The other YouTubers' girlfriends are better than this" filled the comments box and echoed in her mind constantly.

What was once a stable and loving relationship now turned into a minefield of insecurities.

Y/N began to see herself through the distorted lens of the comments. She endlessly compared herself to other women on social media – the influencers with flawless skin, sculpted bodies, and perfect smiles. Each comparison only served to erode her self-esteem even more. She wondered what Matt saw in her and if, perhaps, those people were right.

This whirlwind of insecurities made her distance herself from Matt. She avoided dates, responded to his texts in a short and evasive way, and when they were together, her mind was always distant, immersed in thoughts of inadequacy. Matt, in turn, noticed the change but didn't understand the depth of what was happening.

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The morning after the video came out, Y/N and Matt sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, along with the random sounds of Nick and Chris echoing through the house, but the silence between the couple was deafening. Matt was engrossed in his phone, responding to emails and interacting with his followers.

Y/N, on the other hand, could barely look at him. The words of the comments were eating her up inside.

"Good morning, baby." Matt murmured when noticing her presence long minutes after she had entered the room without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Good morning." Y/N responded, trying to hide the anguish in her voice, her teeth gripping her bottom lip in a death grip, restraining herself from saying anything else.

She stirred the stainless steel spoon inside the white bowl full of cereal, without appetite. Her mind returned to the nasty comments, each word a knife in her heart. She felt inadequate and inferior.

Her eyes occasionally glanced at Matt, who looked so happy and self-assured, and wondered how he could love her when so many people thought she wasn't good enough. When he had thousands of better options than her.

"Do you wanna go to the mall today?" Matt asked, looking up from his phone in confusion seconds after, noticing the unusual silence. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am." Y/N lied quickly, nodding her head and forcing a smile. "I just didn't sleep well. Maybe I should stay home today." She shrugged, maintaining eye contact.

Matt accepted the answer without question, returning his attention to the phone a few seconds later. For Y/N, it was a momentary relief, but the pain was still latent, pulsing.

How had he not noticed the sea of ​​pain in her eyes?

Maybe he didn't care anymore.

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A few weeks later, Matt decided to take Y/N out to dinner at a restaurant they both loved. He wanted to cheer her up, realizing that she had been distant the last few days. However, Y/N could not escape the mental prison she had constructed.

As they sat, Matt excitedly talked about his new ideas for the Sturniolo Triplets channel and how excited he was to be able to vlog and stream again. Y/N tried to pay attention, nodding her head and keeping her eyes fixed on the boy's face, but her mind wandered to the words that seemed etched into the walls of her mind.

Her orbs momentarily strayed to the tables around hers, noticing other couples made up of beautiful women.

They looked beautiful, confident, and charismatic.

And she felt small and insignificant.

"Did you hear what I said?" Matt asked suddenly with a slight tone of frustration, his brow furrowed and his posture rigid.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Y/N quickly responded, feeling embarrassed, her hands clasped together above her thighs, squeezing her fingers in an act of nervousness.

"You've been so distant lately. What's going on?"

Y/N wanted to spill it all, tell him about the comments, about how inadequate she felt, but the words wouldn't come out. She was afraid Matt would confirm her insecurities.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. Work has been taking a toll on me." The girl lied, avoiding the blue eyes that stared deeply at her.

Matt sighed, clearly worried and annoyed, but accepted the apology.

Dinner continued, but the atmosphere was tense and heavy. For Y/N, every moment was a fight against tears and despair.

He would get tired of her.

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A small launch event for one of the Space Camp lines. It was a momentous occasion, and the triplets were excited to take a new, longer step in their Internet career.

Y/N wore her best dress with the best heels and the best makeup, trying to look confident, but inside, she was in pieces.

During the event, Matt was surrounded by people, laughing and talking, interacting with his closest friends, and explaining his role within his brother's brand.

Meanwhile, Y/N felt like a ghost, invisible. Every time someone looked at her, she felt like they were judging her, comparing herself o other women present.

At some point, while Matt was busy chatting with some important guests, Y/N heard two women commenting nearby.

"She's Matt's girlfriend? Wow, she doesn't seem like anything special."

"He could get someone so much better."

The words were like stabs. Y/N felt the ground disappear beneath her feet, and all the air escaped her lungs, her heart freezing.

She needed to get out of there.

The girl quickly walked towards the nearest bathroom and locked herself in a stall, tears streaming down her face, completely ruining the makeup she spent hours doing.

She felt like an impostor, a farce.

When she returned to the event about twenty minutes later, Matt noticed her red eyes and lack of makeup almost instantly, excusing himself from those he was talking to and walking towards her with quick steps.

"Babe, hey, what happened?" Matt asked in a low tone as he approached, worried.

"Nothing, just something got in my eye, I had to take off some makeup to get it out." She lied once again. She was getting good at it. Too good.

Matt looked suspicious but didn't insist, nodding slowly.

Upon arriving home that night, Y/N lay down on the bed next to Matt, the duvet covering half of her body. Matt quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the event, seeming to not have the strength to try to talk to his girlfriend or the will.

Y/N lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing a mile a minute.

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The culmination of everything happened when Matt decided to share with Y/N ​​a new idea for the channel, something he was really excited about. He had spent weeks planning the boys trip with his brothers and Nate, along with how they would record everything, turning the precious moments into a long vlog, so sharing the finished idea with his girlfriend was a crucial moment for him.

Y/N sat next to him on the large sofa in the living room, curling up on the gray upholstery and trying to focus on the excited words coming out of Matt's mouth, not even giving herself the luxury of feeling surprised at how quickly he spoke - different from his usual self, her mind being far away.

"So what do you think?" Matt asked after finishing his line of reasoning, his eyes fixed on Y/N's face expectantly, waiting for a reaction.

"Ah yes, that sounds good." The girl nodded briefly, smiling slightly, her eyes with a distracted gaze.

Matt frowned, noticing her lack of enthusiasm.

"You didn't even hear what I said, did you?"

"Sorry, I'm just... distracted." She cleared her throat, looking down at her crossed legs.

"I can't handle it anymore." Matt muttered in a low tone, taking a deep breath as his expression closed completely, one of fury taking the place of confusion, standing up abruptly and starting to walk between the television and the sofa in an attempt to calm himself down. "You've been acting so strange, so distant. I feel like I'm talking to a wall all the time. What's happening to you? Where's the bubbly Y/N I used to know?"

Y/N remained silent, tears already beginning to well up in her eyes as she looked at him through her wet lashes, silently begging him to stop, but Matt continued, his voice rising with each word.

"I'm tired, Y/N. Tired of being ignored, tired of trying to figure out what the hell you want. I feel like I'm carrying this relationship alone! You act like you don't care. Do you even care anymore? Because, honestly, it doesn't seem like it, and with each passing day, I become more discouraged with you."

He stopped his steps, breathing heavily, his eyes now fixed on Y/N, waiting for a response. When she finally looked up, her vision was blurred by the tears that were now running freely down her face.

"Matt, I... I'm so sorry." She began, her voice shaky and weak and her throat burning from the force she was trying to stop the sobs. "I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I'm just going through a hard time now-"

"Hard time? This has been going on for weeks! I don't know what else to do to reach you." The brunette suddenly interrupted her, his frustration boiling over. "You refuse to tell me what's going on, and I'm tired of being ignored."

"You don't understand..." Y/N felt a wave of despair take over her heart, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Then make me understand! I can't go on like this, Y/N." The boy ordered with tears in his eyes, his right hand flying to his own hair, ruffling it roughly in an act of nervousness. "Maybe we're not ideal together. Maybe you're not the right person for me!" The words escaped as quickly as his mind could process.

Y/N felt her heart stop for a few seconds, her skin freezing as her throat closed before a loud, ugly sob shot through her like lightning, escaping her lips intensely. Every cruel comment, every insecurity, everything accumulated in her mind at that moment, confirming her worst fears.

"They were right," she thought, "I'm not the one for him."

All she wanted to do most at that moment was run out of that house and away from him, but with the storm outside, her not knowing how to drive and the late hour prevented her from making any hasty decisions, after all, she had nowhere to go. That was her home, or it was meant to be.

Meanwhile, Matt closed his mouth almost instantly, his eyes widening as his mind seemed to process the words he had spilled, feeling the impact of them, his heart aching as if a hand was crushing it hard as he watched the girl he loved breaking down in front of him.

"I didn't mean that, baby. I-I'm so sorry. Oh my-" His words were interrupted by his own sob before his now weak legs began tentative steps towards Y/N, afraid of her reaction.

But Y/N couldn't do anything but cry, her body shaking violently with the strong sobs that escaped her mouth, clawing at the walls of her throat, her face already swollen and wet with the intense tears that fell without stopping.

"N-no, you're right. I'm a fraud. I'll never be good enough for you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for m-making you loose time with me, I'm so sorry! M- Matty, I-I'm sorry-" That was all her mind could process: apologies. Her hands tightened into fists above her thighs, her long nails digging into her palms, drawing blood and hurting the sensitive skin.

"Baby, please, breathe, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep crying like that. Breath, hm? Please." Matt sat down next to her, his left hand pressing against his own eyes roughly, trying to shake away the tears that flooded his blue orbs, while his right hand flew to Y/N's ones, trying to slowly undo the knots of fingers she had created.

"The comments on your channel... about me. Saying that I'm not good enough for you, that you deserve someone better." Y/N began to say again between sobs, pulling in choppy air between one word and another. "I can't stop thinking about it, comparing myself to other women, and the worst of it all? They are all right! I couldn't bear the thought of being close to you and making you look ugly with me, o-or dislocated... so I distanced myself." Y/N's hands that were surrounded by his right one clenched tighter against each other, her skin taking on a reddish tone due to the strength she exerted in her grip, feeling her wrist and arms shaking with nervousness and anxiety.

"I don't-" Matt shook his head, sniffling and blinking repeatedly in an attempt to stop the tears. "I had no idea. I'm sorry for not having noticed, for not having noticed the signs in your way of acting and trying to understand, I'm sorry for acting on impulse and blaming you, love. I'm sorry for having said those horrible things, I'm so sorry, lovey. Why didn't you tell me?" His blue eyes, which looked at her with attention and closeness, carried immense pain for seeing her in such a state and knowing that it was his own fault.

"I just… I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid that you would agree with them, that you would realize that I really wasn't the right woman for you, and that you would leave me." Y/N choked back a sob, sniffling repeatedly, trying her best to stop her crying, looking up at him as she felt his hand squeeze hers tightly, trying to stop her from keep hurting herself.

Matt's expression softened as his eyes met hers, a mixture of understanding and pain written across his face before he closed them for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Y/N, you're not weak for feeling all this. Everyone has insecurities, but hiding them from me... you're pushing me away, which caused me to think other things were going on, on my own fault. It was a miscommunication on both sides, but I want to help you, and I can't if you don't trust me, babe."

"I'm so sorry, Matt. I'm so sorry for hurting you, for letting my insecurities get to us. I just... I feel so lost." The girl murmured, her voice lowering in volume considerably, her shoulders slumping even more. "Maybe I'm really not the one for you, you know? Maybe they're all right, and you just have to see it, too."

Matt's heart clenched at her words, and he gently lifted her chin so their eyes could meet again, his orbes traveling repeatedly around her face.

"No, Y/N, don't say that." He whispered fiercely. "You are the one for me. You're everything to me. These comments, they don't know us. They don't know how much you mean to me, how much you complete me."

"But how can you be sure? How can you be sure that I'm not dragging you down?" Y/N's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her breath still hitching from the sobs and her bottom lip trembling.

Matt sighed deeply, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

"Because I know what we have. I know the love we share, and I see the amazing person you are, even if you don't see it yourself right now. You're not dragging me down. You're my partner, and we face everything together, good or bad. And I'm sorry for making it seem different or the opposite of what it really is by acting like that, I wish I could take it all back." He shook his head, feeling his hear burning with shame.

Her gaze softened slightly, a glimmer of hope sparking within her.

"But the comments... they get to me, Matt. It's like their words are a constant echo in my mind." She sniffled, immense pain surging through her shoulders and back as the adrenaline and tension subsided.

"I get it. I really do." He nodded understandingly. "But we can't let other people dictate our happiness. We have to believe in ourselves and each other. We're stronger than this, Y/N. And I'm here for you, always." His thumb caressed her jawline, lightly wiping the wet trails where the several tears fell.

"I don't want to lose you, Matt. I want to be strong for both of us." A small, tentative smile formed on her lips, the first real smile he'd seen in weeks.

"You don't have to be strong alone." He reminded her, his hand finding hers again, holding it firmly. "We'll be strong together. But you need to talk to me. Let me in, okay?"

"Okay. I'll try. I promise." She nodded, her grip on his hand tightening.

"That's all I ask. Just promise me you'll never feel like you're alone in this. We're a team, sweetheart. And I love you so much." Matt leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I love you too, Matt." She whispered, a new determination settling in her heart. "And I'll do better. I'll let you in."

"That's all I need. We’ll get through this together." He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile before using his hand holding hers to slowly pull her closer, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her upper body to rest against his own, laying her head against his hoodie-covered chest before resting his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply, the fresh smell of shampoo filling his nostrils, making him realize how much he missed it.

They stayed there, holding each other, feeling the weight of emotions that had been suppressed for so long. Y/N knew that the road to regaining trust and security in the relationship would be long and difficult for her, but in that moment, wrapped in Matt's arms, she felt a spark of hope.

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About me ☆

Sup gaymers. I'm a silly pansexual guy who likes cookies! Thank you so much for stopping by!!

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I use all pronouns, including neopronouns. But my preferred pronouns are he/him!

I am Pansexual, Greysexual, and a demi-boy!!

I like Cookie Run (it's pretty obvious,) Roblox Doors, TWF, TMC, Vocaloid, Helluva Boss, and alot of other stuff too ^^

I'm a multishipper so I have so many ships JAJSJSJS-

I am active on Tumblr, and Pinterest. Also I do not have discord, sorry :(

I'm neurodivergent, and my OCD is bad so if I do stuff like spam likes or something like that I apologize!

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♡ FAQ ♡

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here is a list of questions i get asked a lot by fans and people in my real life about my writing.

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Q: Who Do You Write For?

A: well, that question has a lot of answers. i've written for a ton of ethan hawke characters like ernst toller from first reformed or james sadin from the purge. but i have also written for characters outside of the ethan hawke fandom like dexter morgan from dexter or the different doctors in the tv show doctor who.

Q: Who Do You Want To Write For?

god, that list is wayyyyy too long. but since i'm sooo nice i'll name a few i want to write for.

willard stiles from willard 2003

eric knox from charile's angels 2000

roman debeers from party down

and many more !!!

Q: Are Your Request Open?

A: currently, my request are open. but always check back there if that changes.

Q: What Is Your Favorite Work You Have Posted?

A: i love my latest fic “Hello, You.” but also “I Can See You” is a very close second.

Q: Do You Only Write Romance And Smut?

A: technically, no. i write many things, even some original western work that i don’t plan on uploading here. but on this hellsite tumblr, yes, i only really write smut and romance.

Q: Are You Accepting Tips?

A: currently, no. i feel no need to do this for money. writing is a joy that i want to give to the world. ergo, i need nothing in return. will i accept tips in the future? i doubt it, but maybe.

Q: Then If You Aren’t Accepting Tips, How Can I Support You?

A: honestly, the best way to support me is through reblogging and word of mouth. as i said, i do this for the fact that it brings you joy. so, knowing that you loved my art is enough for me.

 Q: What Other Social Medias Do You Have So I Can Ask For Requests Without Using Tumblr/Support You And Your Writing?

A: well, my ask box is always opened for support but if you need to reach me in other ways i am active on my threads and tiktok accounts.

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Q: What Else Did You Write That’s Not On Tumblr?

A: yes i have. warning though, its seven types of bad since they both are super old.

late night wonders : larry johnson x reader (sally face)

but in his arms, i could forget : greg x sexworker!reader (succession) 

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i hope i answered all of your hard-pressing questions, check out my introduction for other information not included in this post !! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ bye bye 

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this might be too angsty 😭

but can you do one where the reader has chronic anxiety and is literally house bound most of the time because of how bad it gets and johnnie just helps them through it

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pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ panic attacks, extreme anxiety 

summary: ʚ reader’s chronic anxiety binds them to their house but Johnnie is able to save them ɞ

Words: 1452

An: sorry it's taking me so long to write i can't help it lol 

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Every day has felt the same to you. You wake up and immediately doom scroll on your phone. Your brain is hyper-fixating on every bad comment you receive. You eventually get off Twitter and turn on YouTube. The torment doesn't end there.

You turn on someone who has consistent uploads, better looking than you, and overall is just better at your job. You feel so sick. Constantly nausea, your hands and feet are freezing, and your brain seems like you mushed it into pieces. 

It had been weeks since you had last uploaded on your channel. It wasn't so bad at first. You felt less anxious at home so you just stayed in more. Unfortunately, it has its talons in you. You could never leave the house anymore.

You were sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You hadn't gotten ready in weeks either, posting the occasional post on your Instagram story of something random. 

It wasn't like your fans hadn't noticed, hell everyone in your life had noticed. Your boyfriend Johnnie had asked what was going on with you lately, and he saw it. Of course, he saw it. The light in your eyes slowly dimmed. 

The way you wouldn't do anything anymore. Your interest didn't excite you anymore, you never ate anymore, and the most worrying thing was you'd stopped hanging out with him. 

He knew how hard anxiety could be on a person and how he wanted to help but he also knew how fragile people can be in this head space.

You had dried tears staining your cheeks as you scrolled through Twitter. You were looking at any tweet with your name involved in it. You were just a sad little lump on the couch. It was pathetic really. 

Your heart jumped as a notification went through that Johnnie started a live stream on Twitch. You had forgotten he was going to stream tonight. You clicked on it saying hi in chat. 

“Ahh fuck my settings are all messed up hold on guys,” Johnnie mumbled moving closer to his screen and clicking around. You giggle watching his fans say hi to you in chat. “Alright sorry guys,” he says, sitting up and looking at the chat. 

“Wait, is y/n in chat? A bunch of people are saying hi,” he says looking at the chat zoom bye. You smile to yourself already feeling calmer just by listening to his voice. “Yes, I am ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” you type in the chat. You watch him read the chat and smile to himself. 

He hides his blush by putting his hand over his mouth. The whole interaction made you giggle. He was the only thing that ever made you feel good anymore. You knew that wasn't healthy but you couldn't help it. You texted a black heart emoji to Johnnie.

You sat and watched the stream for a bit longer at some point while Johnnie stopped for a second to respond to your text. ‘Love you nerd’ he said with a heart emoji as well. He smiled down at his phone before realizing he was still streaming and had to keep them entertained. 

He came to a slow point in his stream so he looked over at his chat. “Why isn't y/n posting?” he asked, reading a fan’s words. Your heart skipped a beat. “Um, they are just having a hard time right now. They will be back soon though don't worry,” he answers, it was a true statement.

It just stung that your fans were reaching out to him about you. Johnnie would never make you feel guilty about this of course he understood, it's just you felt like such a burden on him because of this. 

You snapped back into reality, Johnnie had continued his stream and the chat slowly moved on from the topic. You had to do something about this. It was consuming your life.

You swiped away from Twitch and pulled up your messages with Johnnie. ‘Can you come over after the stream?’ you asked. If you were going to get out of this you were going to need help to do it. You had the stream pulled back up again. 

Johnnie was looking down at your phone. ‘I will get an Uber right now.’ was a text Johnnie sent you. You sat up reading the message on the top of your screen. “Hey guys I'm actually going to have to end stream early,” he said looking up from his phone.

You watched the chat as they started to freak out at the sudden end. Well, this wasn't how you wanted things to go. “Everything is ok. I just realized I have something to do.” he murmurs closing all the tabs on his computer going to full screen.

You turn the stream off, your heart pounding. Guilt flooding your veins. You stood up only worsening your dizzy state. You fumbled into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. You failed, however.

You never made it to the sink. Your brain is racing and your mind is melting. A panic attack flows over your bones and into your soul. Your phone is lost somewhere you don't remember. 

Your breath in rapid paces as you can't make anything out. The lack of oxygen fuels your state. Tears start to pool out of your eyes, you start to sob. The crying mixed with the rapid breath causes you to lose all the air you had.

You can't breathe anymore. Any semblance of being able to return to normal is gone. You fall onto your hands and knees scratching at your throat in immense panic. You try to scream or kick or anything that can save you. 

You don't even hear when Johnnie uses the key you gave him to enter your home. Finding you thrashing on your kitchen floor, tears falling from your eyes. “Y/n?” he yells dropping to the floor with you. 

“What's wrong?” he yells trying to see your face. He manages to grab the side of your face and hold it up. “Can't… breathe,” you mumble, your face starting to lose color. 

“You're ok,” he says looking at you. He isn't able to say it with much conviction. His words betrayed his face as it flooded with worry. You try and fail to return your breathing to normal. Johnnie sees you struggle. 

“Try and follow mine,” he says, unsure of how to help you. You nod your head trying to listen to his breathing. It wasn't any use if you couldn't hear him properly. You hold your hand on his chest, you can feel his exhale and inhale. You could feel his lungs fill with air. 

You tried your best to mimic him. Closing your eyes eventually works. Eventually, you feel your worry melt away, like snow when the weather warms up. It leaves and melts from your body.

Your body relaxes and the tension falls. Johnnie watches as you slowly return back to normal. He brings his hand up to your face and holds you close. You lean into his touch. Your body is slouching.

He wraps his arms around you, holding your body up. “Johnnie?” you ask quietly. The tiredness ebs its way into your body. “Yeah? I'm here. I'm here.” he says slowly. “I need your help. Or someone's I'm not sure. I don't think I can trust anyone else with this.” you whispered to him.

“What's wrong? What can I do?” he asks, moving the hair that fell into your face away. “I have been rotted away by anxiety. I can't leave my house, I can't eat, I cannot do anything anymore. I haven't posted in god knows how long.” you cry standing up and away from him.

He sits up to watch you pace through your apartment. “I can't eat or sleep or talk to anyone without my entire world collapsing. Which isn't helping, it's just making me more anxious.” you cry, pulling at the sides of your face in frustration. 

“What can I do? How can I help you?” he asks while walking up to you. You stop your pacing, before abruptly pulling him into a hug. “I need to start seeing a therapist or something else, I need you to help me,” you whispered into his ear. 

He pulls away, only a little, to see your face. “We can do that for you. I'm sure it's going to get better if you start slowly, ok?” he whispers back. You smile at him sweetly. 

It was going to be hard but little by little you were going to take your life back. You were going to be able to do it with Johnnie. 

[nazukisser]

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1,306 posts created (47%)

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#4

SYNOPSIS | aira getting an idol!s/o

PAIRING | shiratori aira x gn!reader

TAGS | fluff, drabble, request

REQUEST STATUS | regular reqs & matchups closed. event reqs open if there are slots left.

NOTES | from the shuffle x scribble event {status :: open} also! combined two requests (aira w idol!s/o and aira finding out an idol is also a big fan of his)

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#3

┊❝ their love languages

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#2

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