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cinnbar-bun · 9 months ago

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Affinity (Various OP Characters x Reader)

Characters: Brook, Buggy, Beckman, Crocodile, Zoro, Mihawk, Corazon, Shanks, Law

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~4k

A/n: Reader is GN! I kinda made this after hearing about a special thing in my religion, and decided I wanted to do this. I of course made it more romantic in nature than the original idea goes, but hey, romance! I had my followers choose 7 originally but it went to 9, which is a very lucky number in my religion so maybe it was a sign? Who knows! Please enjoy <3

Tagging: @fanaticsnail @gingernut1314 @undeadeurydice @i-am-vita @kiribuchi @therosietoesy (sorry, I forgot who asked for Law my bad)

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There is a belief that before you are born, you were once a soul that had existed with other souls. Souls who had an affinity for each other would find that affinity carried in their time as a human. Souls who repelled each other would find that distaste carried over as well. Perhaps it was preordained, fate, destiny- whatever you’d call it. Regardless, it seems your soul has met with someone who once had an affinity for you…

Brook

Being an undead figure unable to pass on was not what Brook had in mind. In some ways, he was grateful for another chance at life, another chance to do what he previously was too dead to finish. Albeit, being a pile of bones did have its drawbacks.

While he could still function and do things many humans did, fact was, he was anything but. One look at him would easily make him stand out as something like a freak of nature.

Skeletons cannot love and be loved like a human. He could hold, but could not be held like a human. Admittedly, it had bothered him on occasion, but he always tried to brush it off with a simple hum or shrug. After all, he had his friends and crewmates- and he had a promise to continue fighting for. That should be enough.

But he couldn’t stop his eyes (if he had any) from wandering… couldn’t stop the way his mind wondered…

Just what could it be like if I too could fall in love?

Ah, but that’s such a silly thing for a skeleton to consider. Who could ever love the undead remains of someone long forgotten?

He’d practically given up on such silly notions like love or a relationship- it didn’t fit his current predicament.

So Brook focused on his music and his performances instead. He held up his violin and decided to waste some time on this sunny day playing for his audience of a few blue birds chirping at this green park. It was beautiful and reminded him of his day with the Rumbar Pirates- agh, nostalgia was always his weakest attribute, he thinks.

His fingers drift along the strings of the instrument, peacefully playing his weary heart away. He doesn’t recognize he has another guest until he hears slow clapping.

“What?” He turns his head, surprised to see you on the bench, smiling and clapping.

“That was lovely,” you comment. Time slows still and your eyes meet, shining (e/c) eyes with hollow black sockets.

If he had skin, perhaps he would’ve been red or sweating buckets. As a skeleton, he was not able to do things. But Brook was still a man through and through, and he couldn’t help but freeze at seeing the way your eyes were soft and full of admiration.

“I’m glad you thought so. Music is my pride and joy.”

“I can tell,” you reply. “I felt like I forgot to breathe for a moment when I heard that. I’m sorry for watching, though, if you weren’t looking for an audience.”

“N-no, actually it was…” he was too caught up in the way his soul was resonating and burning within him. “I appreciate it actually. Would you like me to play a song for you?”

“Would you? I’d love to hear more!”

Buggy

Buggy never believed in things like soulmates or fairy tales or blah blah blah- it was all junk! The only thing he ever could trust was treasure- shiny, bright, treasure! What else did a pirate need or want?

Is what he would say out loud- Buggy, even at a young age, was secretly a romantic who refused to let himself be swept up in the sentiment. When him and Shanks would sail together on Roger’s ship, Shanks would often ask what he thought about love.

Unlike Buggy, Shanks was pretty honest and confident about his assertions. Buggy would stumble and try to keep the bravado up, pretending as if he didn’t secretly yearn for a person who could look past his red nose and maybe possibly sorta kinda like him? Was that too much to ask? If you were Buggy, the answer was yes, because he would never allow himself the chance to be soft or vulnerable with someone. Especially not when he was already so sensitive about his looks and attitude. The thought of letting his guard down to be loved terrified him- what if they left? What if they made fun of him, too?

It was just too much for his fragile ego, so he brushed it aside and continued his hunt for treasure.

“Now where the hell am I?” He yelled, tilting the map in his hand left and right, as if that would somehow make his destination clearer. “Kinda crappy treasure map is this?”

He glared and shoved the map back in his pocket as he stomped around this town. He hadn’t ever bothered to come to this place before, so everything was new for him. He glared at the kids who were pointing at his nose to scare them off (mission accomplished), but his foul attitude still didn’t lessen.

As Buggy turned a corner, he accidentally rammed into someone. They shrieked, and his hat fell off his face and covered his eyes.

“Watch it, will ya? I’m walkin’ he…” he pushed his hat back up and came face to face with perhaps the most gorgeous person he’s ever met. His mouth was wide open, gawking at you as you gave an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t see you there,” you said sheepishly.

“Y-yeah it’s… it’s cool. No biggie,” he mumbled in a daze.

“Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he returned to normal. “I mean, yeah, totally.”

You chuckle at his behavior, and something within Buggy’s chest makes it feel like there’s a million butterflies flapping inside his ribcage. He can’t help the dumb grin on his face as he laughs along.

“Sorry again, sir. I’ll keep an eye out for you next time,” you wink and begin walking away, making Buggy flabbergasted. N-next time? Was that a promise? He didn’t even realize what he was thinking before he turned around and tried to jog back to you.

“H-hey, wait up-!”

Beckman

Beckman was fairly ambivalent to the idea of a “soulmate” or “affinity”. Sure, he humored his often childish captain with those notions, but the fact was, Beckman was simply a sailor at heart. He didn’t think being “stuck” to someone was the life he wanted, and he was fairly sure a sane, rational person would not want to be the lover of a first mate to perhaps one of the most infamous pirate crews on the sea.

Now, this would imply you were sane and rational, and this would also imply that he was also not a sucker for you. Perhaps that was what made him attracted to you in the first place, or maybe it was something that gave him the idea that his captain wasn’t so off base.

When it came to you, Beckman was eager, a bit too eager, the others would joke. Whenever you called, he came running and answering like a loyal servant. Whenever you wrote, his lips would form a large smile while he refused to let the others look at the letter you sent. Whenever he was away from you for long periods of time, he drank a bit too much.

It was common place enough for the others to notice and tease him about, even if Beckman was adamant there was nothing there. You guys were just… friends, or something ambiguous like that. You didn’t need a label for your relationship. This was completely normal, you were normal, he was normal- nothing was out of the ordinary, so if they would please stop asking and make him confront those pesky feelings he-

Maybe he had a problem. He never felt this way for anyone else he encountered. You knew of his philandering, not seeming to care all that much, but damn it, even he couldn’t continue that streak because his mind would get occupied with you, you, you. Love was too complicated. Maybe this was the alcohol talking. Or Shanks getting in his head about “souls being attuned” or whatever spiritual jazz the red-haired captain would spout.

No, it really made sense, all things considered. There was no one else but you to make him quit fooling around with others on the islands he stopped at. There was no one else but you who invaded his thoughts, who plagued him day and night with those eyes, that smile, the way you hated that red cologne he once bought and-

Oh dear god, he was deep into this, wasn’t he?

Crocodile

Love? Spirits? Souls? Soulmates?

Yeah right, add that to the list of stupid things weak poets say to make their miserable lives have some meaning. You could jump through a million hoops to try and blame encounters and relationships on things like “destiny” or “fate”. To a man like Crocodile, however, “destiny” was just something he could control. Whether through bribes of money or through making them submit with his fearsome powers, “destiny” was nothing but another means of his affluence.

Only those who were weak and had nothing could not control their lives.

Something like love was a crutch used by those who had nothing to pretend they did. What was love to power? What was love to wealth? To fame? To greatness?

Love was the longest-running scam that Crocodile almost could be impressed with, if not for the fact that the sentiment around love made him want to gag.

Except, now he was actively looking for jewelry to buy you, flowers to deliver to your doorstep, and outfits to clothe you in for when you visited him.

It was almost disgusting how Crocodile was eagerly awaiting for your next arrival, for when he could be able to see you on the street or at his casino so he could see that face he adored so much. Those eyes that made him want to melt, that voice that echoed in his head, that smile that made him want to have an image of you adorned on his wall so he could always see it.

Something, he could never place what it was, drew him to you. Something made you seem to stand out to him in ways that no other could. He was Crocodile- world famous business man and pirate- he had no shortage of people throwing themselves at him or fearing him. Only to you was he trying his luck attempting to woo you to give him that look he loved. Only for you was he making excuse after excuse to continue seeing you, lying over and over that he had a reason to use you, that it was just a part of some master plan.

He exhaled another puff of his cigar and rubbed his temples.

Gods, why was he acting this way? He was Crocodile. Not a lovesick teenage boy, not some lonely man, not some simpering-

“Sir, (Y/n) has arrived.” His ears perked up as he quickly slicked back his hair.

“Is that so? Send them up,” he orders, grabbing his expensive cologne to spray onto him again.

Zoro

Zoro had never heard of the idea of soulmates or anything like that. When one lives, breathes, and dies by the sword, something like “soulmates” is just comical. He doesn’t need love to become the best swordsman. He didn’t need love to teach him how to pick up a sword and kill another with it. That was, in fact, the complete opposite of love.

Survival of the fittest, he thought. Nothing more, nothing less. You kill for bounties, bounties that pay, pay that gives you a chance to eat food. Nothing more to it. He never did more than he needed to, never worked harder for anything outside of his sword training and hunting. What else did a swordsman need to live?

He was currently drinking his fill at a local tavern of some random village he washed out upon. He didn’t care to get names, not when he was always moving, always killing, always leaving. “Zoro” was a passing chance encounter few got to ever meet or understand. He was fine with that. A bounty hunter didn’t need attachments. A bounty hunter definitely didn’t need someone weighing him down.

At the tavern, a few rowdy pirates were acting up. Yelling obscenities, throwing food and liquor at one another, making rude gestures- nothing out of the ordinary for drunk pirates. Zoro had no business with them, so he ignored them, continuing to order pint after pint.

It wasn’t until he heard a crash that he looked up. You were angrily yelling at one of the pirates who threw a drink at you, and his mates were drawing their weapons. It was clear you were outnumbered, so you looked around the bar for anyone that would help.

Normally, Zoro wouldn’t bother, figuring you dug your own grave by messing with pirates like that. However, when he glanced to your eyes, he found himself… staring. Lost. Entranced?

He didn’t know why he felt like he should protect you, but he always had a good intuition when it came to these sorts of things. He sighed, placed his mug down, then stood up, drawing his swords from their sheathes.

“Zoro,” he stated. A rare thing for him to admit so casually to a normal person. The pirates heard his name and shriveled up in fear. Zoro didn’t pay them any mind, instead tapping his sword against his shoulder impatiently. “Need me to shut these guys up?”

Mihawk

If you had asked a young Mihawk about love, he would have most certainly called you a fool for daring to think of such illogical things instead of focusing on one’s own strength and potential. While he had heard of the sentiments about love and soulmates before, he didn’t place much value into it. Love was a distraction from the training he could have done. Love was a waste of time. Love was just for weak-minded people who let themselves be vulnerable or gentle with another. Love wasn’t for people like him.

Which was why he was now trying to instill the opposite into his foolhardy protege, Zoro. Yes, yes, unfortunately, Mihawk was proven wrong from his earlier ways of thinking, and ever since then, he’s been doing his best to be a good man for you.

“I didn’t think a guy like you would have a partner…” Zoro would mumble.

“Of course I would. Do I not look like a suitable husband?” Mihawk replied as he was sipping his wine. “A marriage is only an aspect of your training and power.”

“How does cooking dinner help you train?” Zoro raised a brow, not believing a word.

“If you cannot handle a routine for even the most mundane and domestic of tasks, you cannot expect to be disciplined enough to train. If you think something like making your love a cup of tea or folding laundry is too hard or not worthy enough, you are not worthy enough to hold a sword.”

Zoro nodded, impressed by Mihawk’s reasoning (or maybe impressed at how you somehow made the world’s greatest swordsman so whipped and happy to make you dinner).

“Well, when you put it like that,” Zoro scratched his cheek, looking back at his mentor to see him staring at you longingly from the window. You and Perona were outside picking some of the vegetables at the garden, an activity you insisted upon doing despite Mihawk’s protests. You and the young lady were joking and laughing about something Perona said, and Mihawk sighed.

“Something wrong?” Zoro asked, unsure what Mihawk was thinking with his stoic appearance.

“No, not at all,” Mihawk shook his head, taking another sip.

“Then why did you sigh like that?” Zoro questioned. A smirk grew on Mihawk’s lips as he chuckled, continuing to look at you. You… you who were so special, who had become the apple of his eye, his strength, his joy, his passion.

“Oh, you wouldn’t understand it right now, my student,” Mihawk closed his eyes. “Fate is… it’s simply a humorous thing.”

Corazon

He always was a sensitive soul, despite his outer appearance and harsh exterior. But even as a child, Law could tell something was up with Corazon.

“Why are you always looking at them?” Law grumpily asked, folding his arms and raising a brow at his benefactor.

“Hm? At who?” Corazon dumbly responded, cigarette in his lips.

“You know who I mean! Don’t act stupid!” Law shouted. Corazon chuckled and exhaled the smoke.

“Sorry, gotta be more specific.”

Of course, Corazon knew who Law was referring to. It wasn’t like Corazon had hidden his affection for you, but that was for another time. You were something special, something that Corazon yearned for but could never have. Not when Doflamingo’s influence was so large and looming over his life. But even if Corazon himself could not love you so freely, he always did like to tell the young boy stories. Of course, Law, being a jaded little boy, had never really given thought to such things like “soulmates” or “souls knowing each other”. That was stupid and impossible.

Corazon liked to believe, though. It comforted him. It made him feel happy that, hey, even if this life perhaps didn’t work out for him and you, at least he had known you before. At least he was able to see you again. At least he got you in his life for a moment, even if it would end in nothing but heartache and pain. At he least, for just a bit, he got to see that smile, those eyes, and feel your hands over his.

It made his life a little less hard, a little less dull. The romanticism that despite Doffy meddling in his life, Corazon still had a chance with you, was meant to know and be with you… well, that was plenty enough for him. It made him happier, too, knowing Law was perhaps a soul he was acquainted with before. It made him feel like he was always going to be guaranteed love and kindness with you and Law, even if the world was unkind to him.

Yes, this new family he had found was perhaps where he belonged the most. With you and Law by his side, there was nothing more he could ask for.

Shanks

“You’re obsessed.”

“Am not!” Shanks yelled childishly at Beckman, before turning back to face the island they were planning on docking at soon. The wide smile on his face made it clear he was beyond excited to be there, and the other men chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on running off to see em?” Yassop asked, knowing the answer.

“Oh, stop bugging about it! It’s just a little reunion with (Y/n), not anything crazy,” Shanks waved off. He breathed into his palm and winced at the smell of his breath. “Crap, does anyone have any mouthwash?”

“I don’t think anything can get that stench out. If they hadn’t run away cuz of your smell before, I think you’re good now!”

“Haha, very funny guys. Besides, it’s just between friends. Nothing weird.”

Of course, that was a bit of a fib, but who doesn’t tell little white lies? Surely he’d be forgiven for saying that by whomever was possibly in charge of making this happen?

Shanks, even with his overwhelming power and influence, did believe in superstition. It would be foolish not to, especially in such a dangerous world that a pirate inhabits. Sure, some of them were old wive’s tales from scared-straight sailors, but he did find them having some merit. He didn’t like to discount the seemingly impossible, not when it made even the most outlandish things possible.

He believed it was fate he got to meet Buggy and be a part of Roger’s crew. He believed it fate he met little Luffy in Foosha Village. He also believed it was fate he saved you that day. Some things just “made sense” like that to Shanks. It certainly made his life more interesting while also giving him a chance to bother you as always.

“Oh, come on, you can’t really kick out your soulmate, can you?” Shanks would tease.

“Soulmate?” You laugh. “Is this your attempt at proposing to me?”

“Hey, if you’d like it to be, I can absolutely make it happen,” Shanks replied, an earnest look in his eyes. You smile at him- crap, how do you always manage to make him ache and miss you? It’s gotta be fate, because no way could anyone have his heart in tight vice like this.

“Well… if you’re insisting, Captain,” you begin, smirking at him. “Why not take me with you? As your soulmate.”

Shanks’s eyes widened and the look on his face was a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.

“You know I can always make room for you,” he answered, trying to steady himself.

“Good. Although, we could share a room.”

“You drive a hard bargain, dear,” he chugs his rum. “Cheers to us!”

Law

Since he was a young boy, Law always tried to remain by himself. You couldn’t really trust anyone in a world of piracy and violence like that. Corazon, of course, always recommended otherwise. He even shared stories about a place where souls all were together.

It didn’t sound plausible or even remotely make sense. How would you even know if your soul was supposedly affiliated with someone?

It had been years since those days and the loss of Corazon, and even though he tried his hardest not to, Law still kept those stories in his mind. They were pointless and silly, but they were something Corazon believed wholeheartedly, even saying it was a miracle he got to meet a young Law. In some ways, Law felt somewhat similarly.

Love wasn’t for someone like Law. Too damaged, too cold, too logical, too afraid to ever let that feeling grow. It was how he stayed and remained for his life, and how he was planning on operating for the rest of time.

Until you, quite literally, crashed into him.

Jeez, you had to be a pest. Or a virus. Or a parasite. Something like that, but gosh, you were contagious. When you smiled, he found himself wanting to smile back. When you talked, he found himself thinking over every word you spoke in great detail. Maybe he was overthinking things, maybe when you said you were happy to have met him that was just you being friendly. Or something.

Almost always his mind drifted to you, feeling a certain way for you that he didn’t feel with the others in his crew or from the Straw Hats. You were different.

Perfect? Maybe. Definitely too good for someone like him, he’d think. But even with that self-loathing and apprehension, he found himself being drawn to you like a magnet.

Cora, if this is what you meant before…

Damn it, now he was letting things like soulmates and affinity cloud his judgment. He was a grown man, not a young boy, he didn’t need those silly delusions and ideas growing in his head and making him think he had a chance with you.

“Tora-o!” Luffy called. “Come here!!”

“No,” Law grumbled.

“Law,” you asked right after. “Do you mind helping me with this?”

“...yes,” he replied, stoically walking up to you to see what your problem was. Luffy gawked and pouted from the side, while a few of the others chuckled at Law.

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goldfades · 6 months ago

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hcs abt paige x reader moving in together after college ? maybe they adopt a pet too omg

- 🪩

𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌 ─ PB⁵

─ warnings | literally nothing but fluff!!!!!!!!

oh my goddd this is such a cute concept

domestic fluff is literally my fav fucking genre so LETS GOO

after uconn, you guys move into a cute little condo and it's perfect!! (its wherever p gets drafted LOL)

first couple are just the two of you getting adjusted to the new environment and just being together

living together brought you guys so much closer (duh) but like relationship wise as well, you guys got to know each other so much better

you guys realized you just fit together so perfectly, LIKE SO PERFECTLY

you usually cook, paige cleans the dishes, just stuff like that

paige usually wakes up early than you sooo she usually makes breakfast and leaves some in the fridge for you

and paige gets home kinda late too so you make dinner and leave some leftovers in the fridge for her

you guys are hanging out every single weekend, saturdays are hanging out days and then sundays are like date-nights at home

THE GETTING A PET TOGETHER IS SOOO RIGHT!!!!!

paige seems like a dog person but your building doesn't allow them so you settle for an elderly cat

okay now hold on... let me COOK

she absolutely hates the cat at first because it's more drawn to you than her (its her fault tho... she tried playing with it like a dog once and it just hated her after that)

paige will side eye the cat and just ignore it's existence because it hates her but then

you have to leave for a vaca with your girls for a week and leave the cat alone with paige

you were honestly worried for both the cat AND paige cause u weren't sure who would die first

but to your surprise, you came back to them being nicer to each other

paige still insists she hates the cat but slowly she becomes lowkey attached

you know this because one time, she thought it accidentally got out and she FREAKED OUT

turns out it was just hiding under your bed because some friends visited and it was anxious

after that, they become obsessed with each other

you're now the third wheel :( but its okay bc you're glad paige is finally treating the cat like a part of the family

oh and paige is OBSESSED, she posts the cat on her instagram more than she posts you (which is by A LOT, trust me)

she calls it your kid and it just warms your heart

she loves paige just as much tho, she gets separation anxiety when paige is gone and when you facetime her, it can recognize her voice and come up running to see her

she gets her little kitty jerseys and then gets one custom made to say "bueckers" on it

she posts at least 5 pics of it that day HAHAHHAHAHA

anyway, yeah she's a cat mom

idk what else to put for the domestic part but YEAH!

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simplyjake · 9 months ago

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Enha hyungs w / idol!reader !!

summary: tbh its pretty self explanitory, fem!reader

a/n guys maybe at one point ill write for maknae line but also idk so dont hold me to it, not proof-read

Heeseung

Let’s say ur in aespa

So rmbr the drama challenge they did

Instead of winter it was you and karina right

OUUUU ik he was giggling when you asked him to do the challenge with you

At the end of the challenge he puts his arm around u

He looks at u like you hung the stars one by one

Heeseung pls this is gonna be posted later

ITS WORSE AT AWARD SHOWS

When you are on screen performing

He has the biggest heart eyes and a slight smile pls

Its like he dgaf if yall get caught

Definitely interacts with you in public when he can

He wants to see all those ship edits

Invites you to his concerts and you invite him to yours

Once bought like 500 albums so he can get all of ur pcs and inclusions

Ur honor he was being silly!

And in luv w you!!!

Jay

Okay stayc member i see u

He learns how to play ur songs on guitar

Such a cute supportive bf

You guys have sm matching things tgt

Phone cases, hats, jewelry and more

Surprisingly no one has caught on yet.

He lurks on stayc twt for updates when hes away on tour

Even tho he can just text u himself

You accidentally left your jay signed album in the open on live

EVERYONE WAS FREAKING OUT

“Omfg yall since when did y/n and jay know each other”

” Wait but the signed album? Do yall rmbr when we caught them w matching hats but no one batted an eye WHAT ABT THIS”

Call jake for the dating rumor damage control selfie

Anyways he has all ur albums and you have all his

He found out you voted for him during Iland days and sobbed

Staycs number 1 fan, will fight ANYONE for that title

JAKE

Worse than heeseung when it comes to hiding things

Oh lord here we go

“My girl- i mean my friend” its rover.

On live streams he uses this to promote your group without looking suspicious

“Have you guys heard le sserafims comeback? It’s so good”

“Oh Y/n? Yeah her part was amazing as well”

When he sings your part of the song it has u blushing on the other end of the phone

Once you were on a live, you forgot to let jake know

You were showing some photos that youre gonna post on instagram and all of a sudden

Is this love by Bob Marley aka the ringtone you have for jake

And his contact name “yunie<3” pops up

Quickly you decline the call and look sheepishly to the camera

Hoons time to do the selca damage control.

He accidentally liked a y/njake post on twt on the main acc tho

Ruh roh

Sunghoon

Definition of nonchalant

Nonchalant king if u will

Well besides that one time when he was mcing

And your group purple kiss was with him and wony

He was definitely getting side eyed by the fandom after sending you quick glances and a smile!!

Other than that baby hes an illusion

He dont know you

Well at least to the cameras, he doesnt know you

Otherwise hes the sweetest bf to ever bf

Sends you flowers to your dressing room after performances

Always claps whenever you guys win an award

Once a camera was pointed on him at an award show during your song

But he pointed to ur group telling them to focus on yall instead

UGH i love supportive bf hoon!!

Ofc your one of enhas biggest supporters as well

No one knows this but you have a secret sunghoon fan acc

He thinks its cute, a way to publicly say u love him

Without it actually being public yk

#enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enha imagines #heeseung #jay park #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #heeseung x reader #jay park x reader #jake sim x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader

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forfucksakesniall · 1 year ago

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"Whispered Hearts"

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: Lewis Hamilton has a secret girlfriend. During the Monaco Grand Prix, their relationship is revealed to the public, but they remain strong and support each other.

Word count: 1553

Trigger warning/Content advisory: Media scrutiny, privacy invasion, public attention, and intense emotions including anxiety and stress. Reader discretion is advised.

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As Lewis arrives with effortless charm, the cameras flash constantly, capturing his every move. Fans eagerly call out his name, seeking his autograph on their merch. With a grateful smile, he acknowledges their unwavering support, waving to the crowd.

Lewis Hamilton, the perpetual bachelor, guards a closely kept secret from prying media eyes. Behind closed doors, passionate and secret romance blossoms between Lewis and (Y/N), spanning over three beautiful years.

On the yacht en route to the grand prix, Lewis takes a phone call, his face lit up with anticipation. Curiosity ripples through observers, wondering about the person on the other end. If only they knew who filled those precious moments with him, their curiosity would soar.

✧ ･ﾟ : * ✧ ･ﾟ * ✧ ✦ ✧ * ✧ ･ﾟ : * ✧ ･ﾟ :

Hours earlier…

Awakened by shuffling and muffled voices, you groggily open your eyes. Lewis moves about the room, preparing for today's practice. Admiring him from behind, you appreciate his early rising and his need to fix everything early in the morning. This is what you get for dating a control freak.

The sound of the duvet shifting catches his attention, and he turns toward you, wide-eyed, realizing he has disturbed you. With a gentle expression, he approaches, settling beside you on the bed.

"Good morning, baby," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on your forehead, his hand cradling your cheek. "Did I wake you?"

"Its fine babe" you softly respond. His brows furrow, searching for a way to make it up to you, reading his thoughts like an open book. He knows how much you love your sleep and feels guilty for waking you.

"It was time to wake up anyway," you assure him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A smile graces his face, easing the tension.

"Since I've disturbed your beauty sleep, princess," he playfully teases, "I'll make you some breakfast."

"Good to know," you playfully tease back, anticipation twinkling in your eyes.

It's still early, and you cherish the time together before he leaves for the race. After breakfast, you find yourselves snuggled up on the couch, bodies entwined, surrounded by fluffy pillows. Wearing cozy pajamas, you wish this moment could last forever.

You discuss your plans for the day, and you reassure him of your unwavering support, letting him know you'll be watching him every step of the way.

"You can go outside and enjoy your day instead of being cooped up here," he suggests, a hint of worry on his face.

Cradling his face in your hands, you alleviate his concerns. "I want to be here with you, and besides, the streets will be busy anyway."

He pauses, contemplating his next words. "What if… What if you came to the race?"

You look at him, surprise and intrigue shining in your eyes.

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Lewis on the phone

"Hey baby, I'm here now."

"Hey, I just arrived too. The staff guided me into the paddock without attracting any attention."

"That's good. Um, are you feeling alright? I hope the cameras doesn't make you too uncomfortable. They are everywhere and—"

"I'll be fine, Lewis. Stop worrying, okay? Focus on the race, alright?"

"Yeah… okay. I love you. I'll see you later."

"Love you too, babe. See you."

Entering the Mercedes paddock, many unfamiliar faces greet you, surprised by their recognition to you. They address you by name, offering your favorite drink, even asking ypu things only you and Lewis knows. As if they already knew who you were.

Guiding you to Lewis's driver's room, you settle onto the couch, waiting for his arrival. It feels as if you been there so many time despite it being your first. But the truth, this is where Lewis FaceTimes you whenever he has a spare moment, talking to you before each race.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing someone you've only seen on TV and heard about in Lewis's stories.

"Hey Lewis, I wanted to ask you about our ping pong rematch—" George's eyes widen in surprise, realizing he isn't speaking to Lewis but to Lewis's best-kept secret.

"Oh, um… you must be (Y/N)?"

Before you can respond, Lewis intervenes, placing a reassuring hand on George's shoulder.

"Let's discuss that later, George," he says, attempting to close the door.

George still manages to squeeze his way in.

"Wait a minute, you're always talking about her, and now she's here, and you're suddenly all shy," George cheekily remarks.

"Oh, so you talk about me at work, Lewis?" you playfully tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Now is not the time for that," Lewis deflects, trying to change the subject, but you and George exchange giggles.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," George says, pats back at Lewis's shoulder before leaving.

As Lewis closes and locks the door, safeguarding his secret, he apologizes for George's silliness.

"I'm sorry about him. He tends to talk nonsense when he's excited," he defends himself.

You can't help but giggle, knowing that George's words hold some truth, but you don't press the matter further.

Lewis takes a seat beside you, his hand reaching for yours, gently rubbing the back of it. Tension fills the air.

Drawing closer to him, you speak softly, "Hey, stop worrying about us. We'll be just fine." You lean in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, deepening your connection.

He draws back slightly, cradling your face in his hands. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I'll arrange for someone to bring you back home," he assures, his words sincere.

The mention of "home" sends a warm wave of comfort and belonging through you, reminding you of the depth of your connection and the time you've spent together.

"I promise, and I know I'll be alright," you whisper, offering your reassurance in return.

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As Lewis heads out of the paddock, drawing attention to himself and creating a diversion, you seize the opportunity to slip away unnoticed toward the garage, seeking a better vantage point to watch him race.

Lost in your thoughts, you're approached by a girl, approximately your age, her Mercedes merch indicating she's a fan.

"Hi! Hello?" She greets you enthusiastically.

"I saw you coming out of the paddock. I'm curious, what kind of pass do you have?" Her questioning catches you off guard, and you find yourself unable to make up a lie in response.

Before you can answer, her friends join her, and Lewis's gaze shifts toward the commotion, realizing that you're being surrounded by a growing crowd of fans. Although you remain calm, Lewis's protective instincts kicks in.

As Lewis walks back towards you, attracting the attention of cameras and journalists, confusion spreads among them. They wonder why he's suddenly heading in the opposite direction, away from the garage, and they start following him.

Approaching the group, Lewis cheerfully greets them as he always does, diverting their attention from you. He positions himself slowly in front of you, blocking the view of the girls who are now asking for his autograph on their merch.

With a gentle push of his elbow, he signals you to step back and head to the garage. However, as you try to leave the crowd, the cameras and journalists have already made their way to you, envading on your personal space.

Lewis quickly realizes his mistake and looks to the security personnel for assistance. They swiftly intervene, pushing back the crowd to create a pathway for both of you. Guiding you with a reassuring hand on your back, Lewis leads you forward, your gaze fixed on the ground to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Shit," you overhear him mutter, his anxiety mounting once again. This was certainly not the outcome you had hoped for.

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The news spreads rapidly, like wildfire.

"Lewis Hamilton Spotted with Mystery Woman in Monaco Grand Prix."

"Lewis Hamilton's Secret Love: Who is his Monaco Grand Prix Girlfriend?"

"Lewis Hamilton's Monaco Grand Prix Surprise: Introducing his Secret Girlfriend."

Gossip sites churn out articles, each one vying for attention. Pictures capture the moment as both of you escape the crowd and head toward the garage.

Lewis is preparing for practice when he notices you are dazed and confused, absorbed in what you've read online. The information about you—your occupation, hometown, and mutual connections—seems to have spread with lightning speed. Lost in your thoughts, you don't realize that Lewis is kneeling in front of you until he takes your hand.

"I know this isn't how we wanted it, and... I.. I shouldn't have asked you to come," he rambles.

"At least we don't have to hide anymore," you reassure him, sensing his anxiety. "We'll figure it out after the race, okay?"

He continues to gaze at you, seeking reassurance that you're truly okay. Standing up, he leans down to plant a tender kiss on the top of your head.

"Be safe. I love you," you tell him, your voice filled with affection.

"I love you too, baby," he responds, his words carrying a heartfelt warmth.

He walks towards the car and drives away. After a few seconds, you finally gather the strength to rise from your seat and contemplate the situation.

You come to a realization that it shouldn't sadden you that they discovered your secret. It was inevitable, something you and Lewis would eventually have to face.

With newfound determination, you stand tall and position yourself near the monitors, eagerly watching Lewis's performance. A member of the garage team hands you a pair of headphones, allowing you to hear Lewis's communications.

"Go get them babe," you whisper to yourself, offering words of encouragement to your beloved.

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he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle · 1 year ago

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My God I Love This Show

I think I've rewatched that final breakroom scene from Jun & Jun episode 2 at least a dozen times since it first aired yesterday, and I need to rave about it in its own post rather than just tags.

That scene is... perfection.

First, for non-Korean speakers, it's important to note they've already dropped into banmal with each other in private (the most intimate and casual linguistic form of address). This establishes them as societal equals, despite their wildly different social positions as boss and employee. It was an intentional choice by Choi Jun at the end of episode 1, when he took off his glasses, leaned over the seated Lee Jun in his office and greeted him properly with "오랜만이야" (Long time no see.) The fact that he dropped into banmal here was likely a bigger clue to Lee Jun that they know each other intimately than the actual words Choi Jun chose.

So in the breakroom scene. (!!!) Choi Jun is radiating confident dom energy and Lee Jun is INTO IT. He begins by making sure Lee Jun wasn't hurt by scalding hot coffee and telling Lee Jun to take off his shirt. But then he does the most batshit dom thing ever and starts removing HIS OWN CLOTHES. He explains its because he has a spare shirt for himself and plans to dress Lee Jun in the shirt he's been wearing all day. Why? Because he has a scent kink! And he just says it out loud. He wants Lee Jun to smell like he's HIS.

He checks Lee Jun out like a starving man and asks, "would my size fit you?" WHICH IS THE WILDEST BLATANT SEXUAL INNUENDO and Lee Jun KNOWS its innuendo because he clutches his pearls with his hand over his heart and replies "don't people say you worry too much?" causing Choi Jun to call him cute. Lee Jun can't help but smile shyly at the compliment, and Choi Jun pounces, immediately switching gears and ordering him to hurry up and take off his shirt. Lee Jun asks "right here?" as if that's the only weird or concerning thing about being told to disrobe, so Choi Jun takes off his own vest. This man is doing everything in his power to both rattle and comfort his cute former idol childhood bestie, and I AM HOLDING MY BREATH FROM THE SEXUAL TENSION.

And then we get the first truly jaw-dropping scene. Choi Jun calls Lee Jun high maintenance (the Korean phrase is better translated as "You're a handful."). Lee Jun bristles and apologizes. Choi Jun steps closer and tells him he doesn't need to apologize; it's a compliment. He LIKES it when he needs to put his hands on someone to care for them and it makes them smell like him; it makes them feel like THEY ARE HIS. The collar caress!! The neck tie grab and pull!!! The audacity of starting to unbutton Lee Jun's shirt for him since he's taking too long!!!! MY HEAD EXPLODING.

Lee Jun freaks out a little and puts distance between them again, so they have another fun little conversation filled with innuendo about repaying favors American style, which Choi Jun says involves less clothing!

And then we get the second jaw-dropping scene right on the heels of the first. Choi Jun says Lee Jun has grown fiestier (he likes them feisty? just a guess), but that he's still "squishy" on the inside. Lee Jun is already looking 10 times more secure in this conversation, unhesitatingly flirting back through the entire next few dialog exchanges. The eye contact! THE MOST PERFECTLY EXECUTED WAIST GRAB!!

The "you can teach me!!!" The way Lee Jun takes that as permission to manhandle Choi Jun right back, grabbing his hands and moving him around like a marionette!!!!

THE NECK GRAB!!!!!

And that final last line from Choi Jun that sent me SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOWS:

Looking at the rolled up napkin in his hand, "Malleable is something soft..." and then looking at Lee Jun's lips like the very thirsty man he is, he finally makes eye-contact again and finishes with, "squishy is... something sexy?" Lee Jun gulps. Cut scene.

MY HEART CANNOT HANDLE HOW PERFECT THIS WAS. From the dialog to the body language to the eye-work to the kink exposure to the RIDICULOUSLY HOT EXPOSED FOREARMS ON CHOI JUN. I am in awe and Korea is FEEDING ME.

@absolutebl this seems like your jam

#jun & jun #jun & jun the series #jun and jun #korean bl #kdrama #asian gay dramas

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the-roo-too · 2 months ago

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candy -> myoui mina ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- mina loves how much you love her group. you’re twice biggest defender fr. knows all the cheers by heart and uses twice songs as your ringtone lol

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- in my prime i read my fair share of ice queen mina fanfiction, so i’ll say hands! cause she can look all elegant and fancy and intimidating while STILL holding her gf’s hand hihi

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- i think cuddling happens naturally when you two are sitting next to each other on the couch for example? like watching a movie and sitting at an arm’s length turns into you half sitting on her lap while she’s half asleep lol

dates (what’s her ideal date)- i’m thinking very romantic, but simplistic. once in a while you get off work earlier than mina and come home to cook you two a yummy, candlelit dinner. that’s more than enough for her

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- remember when i said ice queen… yeah. but only at first! its like, you asked her out and she agreed but she was so excited for the date and tried to hard to be composed she actually freaked you out 💀

family (does she want one)- i’m gonna say yes. mina feels like the type of person who would want to settle down eventually and have a mini-me running around

gifts (what about gift giving)- mina is rich ok. rich parents, one of the most successful groups in korea… she gives you gifts casually, thinking they’re just a small thing that reminded her of you while it’s an sickeningly important watch or something lol

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- as i said before, yes. i think she also likes to drag you around in certain situations. if you’re taking too much with one of her members for example, and not giving her enough attention, she’ll subtly grab your hand and drag you away

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- burn down whatever hurt you. and i lean BURN. she’s serious about her baby getting hurt

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes BUT, you almost never expect it. mina doesn’t feel like the type to pull pranks so when she makes a harmless joke or says something ironically you usually think she’s being serious 😭

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- gentle and calm. mindful and demure. my girl has all of the time in the world ok

love (what’s her love language)- gift giving! pushing the ice queen trope, i think mina is aware people see her as colder or more closed off so she’s actually scared you’ll think she doesn’t like you because she isn’t being as affectionate. in return, she’ll spoil you rotten. every thing that reminds her of you, even the tiniest bit, she gets it.

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- i’ll say introducing you to her members. because they’re such a big part of her life, she waits with it until she thinks you’re really the one. her parents have met you before twice lol. anyways, the small twinkle in your eyes as you chatted shyly with her members, holding her pinky with your for mental support—that’s her core memory

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- you two just sleep on your assigned sides of the bed. one way or another you’ll get entangled during the night, but neither you nor mina mind falling asleep while laying side by side.

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- i think ballet is very quirky. years of practice, she subtly pokes your side every time you’re not standing straight. she just doesn’t want you to get back aches tho :((

pet names (what does she like to call you)- the most cute, tooth rotting names and i’m not even joking.

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- you’re playing minecraft and/or animal crossing with her, end of discussion

rush (does she rush into things)- nope. as i said before, she has to get used to you. you were the one to ask her out so she has to get to know you on that level now, then get to know the other you while you slowly warm up to her too

secrets (how open is she with you)- not very open. through your relationship, she slowly unravels her secrets to you, but it takes time and you have to be patient with her.

time (how long did it take her to confess)- you asked her out, so there’s that. but confess her love? man i’m gonna say a couple years lol

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- if you’re upset after a fight, she’s upset too and then she just apologises the next day, tired of sleeping in bed without you. other than that, she’ll be surprised and try to immediately console you

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- not really. if you’re in love, she doesn’t see your relationship as something the public has a say in

warrior (how often do you fight)- only when you’re tired after work. and it’s stupid stuff too. you placed your shoes on the spot she usually uses so you two banter about it for two minutes until you’re both in bed, laughing about how stupid that was

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yes! someone has to bffr. mina knows you like the back of her hand lol

yes (how would she propose to you)- remember the dates when you come home early and cook dinner? she takes a day free and when you get home early for your date, she surprises you by taking you out to a fancy restaurant instead. she’s so nervous too 😭 but you’ll say yes, right?

zen (what makes her feel calm)- playing games with you! stressed mina will absolutely drag you to your pc room (because you do have that) and sit you down with her to build a cute house in minecraft

part of [the fluff series]

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just-zy · 6 months ago

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So close yet so far

pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader!

summary: More than friends, less than lovers.

A/N: lemme tell you, what a wayy to start this freaking imagine..Also this is an au wherein Jenna and Reader are in hs..

Warnings!: Shi angsty, kissy kiss kiss 😋 Jenna's a player here.. 😞

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You didn't know if you'd won the lottery, considering you had a pretty girls tongue down your fucking throat, her hands roaming your skin, raw. Her soft grunts, and light tugging on the hem of your shirt while her right arm laid perfectly limp on your right shoulder, making your knees buckle, her touch alone could send you to heaven's gates and make you see galaxies.

I felt my throat let out an unapologetic whine, indicating that I needed to pull away for air. Gosh, I didn't want this to end. I was intoxicated by the girl in front of me.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" The girl above me pants for air, asking with smugness lasing on her voice, clearly she didn't care about having a breather.

"W- we have class in a few minutes, Jenna." I say with a firm look in my eyes, but she wasn't having it.

"You're saying that like you weren't the one who initiated this, baby.." She batted her eyelashes, looking right down at me. "So, be a good girl and relax..We still have a few minutes." She says right before jumping right back into action, her soft plump lips gazing on mine like a lost puzzle piece.

She's gonna be the death of me.

...

"Hey gurrl– oh, what happened to your lips? It's bleeding!"

Yep, she started nipping at my lips when she felt me resisting her kisses.

"I— uhm, well I.. Fuck that, can we please not talk about this right now?" Dismissing her. I hear her lightheartedly scoff, she knew I wasn't being mean. Zoe and I had been friends for about a decade, so it wasn't a problem for her and for me when we give each other attitude.

"Alright dude chill, someone clearly pissed in your coffee today." She teasingly taunts me whilst she held her pen between her index and middle finger, acting like she was poking me with the object. She had her eyebrows raised, indicating that she knew what had happened with my wounded lip.

Of course she knew about me and Jenna's situation, it was never a secret to my Best Friend.

"You know, you might end up regretting agreeing to Jenna about being friends with benefits.."

I regret staring directly at her ever since I saw her walking down that flight of stairs, gosh who would've thought love at first sight existed?

"Nevermind that— oh shit-" Zoe stares right behind me, her mouth agaped and wide-eyed. "Fuck– don't look!"

I skeptically chuckled as she began taking my hand with hers, implying we had to leave immediately. Obviously I wasn't backing down as I was curious on what had gotten her into such a state. "Don't look, stupid!"

Welp, I wish I hadn't, God forbid I don't die now.

There she was, in her black leather jacket, someone else's fingers tangled in her hair, her lips grazing someone else's. Her burgundy lipstick, staining their hungry lips.

Fuck.

"Okay! Let's go! Let's move it."

"Y- yeah.."

I was so close, yet so far.

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"Hey there, pretty girl."

"Hi, Jenna."

I shrugged as I was sat under the biggest tree in the campus. Its shade hiding me from the sunlight. It's been what, at least two days since me and Jenna's intimate act were established. Missing her was an understatement, but having to go back to her knowing she had someone else's tongue down her throat? That'll just feel so wrong for me, considering I couldn't get the image out of my head.

"So, you haven't been calling, what's up with that?" I see her lightly tilt her head to her right. I took a deep breath and glanced up at her, not really in the mood for her intimate acts. "Homework, Jenna. At least make sure you aren't failing your classes."

She scoffs, "What's with the attitude? Why so feisty. Was it because I had you running late for class?"

I averted my attention away from her, my heart doing flips. Uncomfortable. Flips.

"I– No, it's not that-"

"Then what? Talk to me– wait, did you..?" I felt the atmosphere change dramatically, I see Jenna moving her lips, she can't seem to get her words out. "Look, it's not really a surprise that I fell for you–"

"You said– you.. You weren't going to fall for me- Y/N you know I'm not the type to—"

"Yes! Gosh, Jenna. I know! Do you think I chose this? Do you think I chose to fall for a player?!" I stood up, having all my attention on Jenna, alone. "Then why the fuck did you agree to this anyway when you knew the outcome?!" Every word that got out of her mouth, every stab of her index finger on my chest, every impact it did on my clothed skin, felt like a knife stabbing right through my already broken heart.

"Well— Fuck! I don't know! I wanted to be closer to you, that was the only way to get your attention." I heaved and coughed as tears threatened to fall. I grew limp, I stood on my ground, not moving.

I am fucked.

I was on autopilot, I took all my shit and hastily went back inside school. Timing wasn't on my side, I still have a few classes.

Time never favoured me, anyway.

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A/N: what do you guys think? This has been on my drafts for sooo longgg and I wanted to finish it, I can smell it rotting.. Kinda dislike this.

#jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #enid sinclair #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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newkatzkafe2023 · 12 days ago

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@lara-legomonkiekid

So What If the Monkey king is a slight yandere and he meets monkey Y/N at a party.

Just Dance🕺💃

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(LMK Wukong) Mk and the gang had dragged him to a party. Wukong was nervous sense crowds are not his thing so he just stood by the snack bar eating some chips. When he noticed something very shiny, Wukong walked to the dance floor and saw you. Wukong was at a daze as he watched you dance infront of the crowd, As he watched you in your sparkling see-though dress. Wukong's jaw dropped as his eyes turned into hearts at you. that's when you finally noticed him and started dancing towards him Wukong eyes remaind on you and soon he walked towards you as you danced and soon he reached out for you, then You both got close to each other as you head butt his face ever so sweetly. Hello peaches you cooed at him and it was love at first sight for Wukong😍🥰.

(MKR Wukong) As I said before he tends to hate parties, and how stuffy and crowded it can quickly get its so annoying. Then he saw something, or should I say someone beautiful you were swaying to the beat enjoying the calm atmosphere. Wukong had found himself secretly staring at you no longer bored and slowly wondered off from the Monk. You didn't notice him quite yet as you were lose in the music until you smelled blood and peaches and looked over to see him, Wukong had froze as you looked at him. You started to giggle and danced towards him and Wukong freaked out with a blush and started purring for some reason, then like that Wukong found himself slow dancing with you all night long😌.

(HIB Wukong) It was a music festival he was made to go to by Pigsy, Luier and Silly girl man this was not his seen at all. Wukong was heavily uncomfortable with everything that's going on around him, but that's when he saw you dancing across from him. Wukong mind was blown and had a flash blush because you were super beautiful and were currently struggling on not looking at your hips. You then noticed him and strutted over to him, and now you were flirting with him now, Wukong was now stuck between a rock and a soft place that is you. You cooed over him, wanting to get to know him better as you danced a bit, Wukong was at a loss for what to do, but at least he knows your interested in him too🫠.

(NR Wukong) His Eyes were laser focused on you that's for sure, you were shaking our hips and dancing to the loud music. Wukong was drooling and purring as he had hearts in his eyes at your hips along to the music, just moving along carefree on the dance floor he just had to have you. Wukong came over to you with a drink offering it to you and with a smile you lead him to a both so you both can bond so to speak. It totally doesn't mean your making out with him in a barely lit booth room with you or something like that😏😉

(Netflix Wukong) He was blushing heavily and looked mad nervous on the outside for the first time ever. He has been mildly stalking you for a few days after developing a crush on you when he saw you at a hot springs, and tonight he found you dancing provocatively in front of a crowd of people. While Wukong was trying to figure out a way to talk to you, he looked up and saw you weren't there anymore confusing him greatly. Until he felt a delicate hand on his shoulders and that when he saw you, you were purring and coeing at him asking if your gonna get his name. Wukong sucked it up by giving you his name and Bragging about himself to fight off the nerves and impress you in the process but soon you have him sitting on some booth as you leave lipstick kisses on his face. Well, Is judging by the outcome he was clearly doing something right🥴

(BMW Wukong) He was giving bedroom eyes as you danced all by yourself on the dance floor, you clearly had to be teasing him while dancing. Wukong purred and decided to play along to your little game planning on with the game and you all at the same time. Wukong wasted no time call calling you and chirping, as he chased you across the party and you disappeared into the back, turns out you noticed him and wanted him to follow you for some quality time, which worked because you both spent the whole night together. Wukong knows what he wants and what his interests are, and you must want something similar if you gave him this much attention the whole night you were together.

(Destined one) His nose is bleeding so much the second he saw you at the village festival, also how did he find himself in this situation like one moment he was just trying to get though. The next moment he is being sat on by the woman he may or may have not been stalking for the last month or two AKA you, you had came up to him flirting And complimenting him on his supposedly cute face. At that the Destined one didn't know what to do because he honestly didn't think he would get this far, and for you to speed up the process with your mutual interest makes his medium size hit spin.

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#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #night club #night city #party time #live for the moment

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nieceeee · 11 months ago

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“WHERE TO NOW?”

PS: babydaddy!eren and y/n have been distancing themselves from one another. Eren wants to be with her but feels like her heart is in another place…or with another person. He and the boys discover exactly what’s going on as he is babysitting one night…

A/N: Angst, tension, fluff for the most part. Cussing, mention of the name babydoll. This is really for a 3 part series so don’t worry there will be plenty of lovey doves stuff towards the end if y’all want it. The other parts will be a little bit longer than this one. I had to play with your emotions before playing with your….nevermind. ENJOY!

W/C: 2.4K

PREVIOUS FICS TO READ: She’s Not Yours (its probably best to read the Eren playlist…if you’ve read them all, see if you can find the references from the previous fics in this one)

“You look amazing, baby doll.” His voice said from behind you, sending a chill down your spine. You took a deep breath to shake the nerves before you lifted your eyes and stared through the mirror at his. “Thank you Rennie.” You say with a soft smile. Things between you two had been…decent. Weeks after that very dramatic day that started with a bloody nose and ended with his ex hearing beating down yo block, time had seemed to blur together. Eren, freaking out about the entire situation, went back to try and talk to her, hoping to smooth things over which also led to another breakdown from her and him consoling her. And even though he admits nothing happened, the simple fact that he was there for her was something you couldn’t stand. And that alone had you questioning so many things. I mean you weren’t together and neither were they so why does who he has a connection with bother you so much. He said even though they weren’t dating at the time, he didn't want her to feel disrespected and assume you called her intentionally. You understood the sentiment although you didn't give a damn about what she assumed. But because of that, you were at a stand still not only with Eren but with your own emotions as well.

You both (more you than him) decided it would be best to give each other some time to figure out what you wanted to do when it came to the complications revolving around your relationship. Yes, the feelings were there but there was also a lot of unhealed trauma and damage that each of you needed to figure out. Eren wanted to be with you, he knew that without a doubt. The constant back and forth and the fallout of his other relationship taught him a few things and it was in those moments where he realized that you were the only person for him. His first real love, his best friend, the mother of his child. He couldn’t see himself being with anybody else again.

Unfortunately for him, you had other plans. You needed more time to sort through your feelings. The consistent pestering in your mind of what happened every time you had tried to make it work with him before would always rear its ugly head and you’d have to face the reality. No matter how much you wanted it to work, things with you and him were too complicated and with a baby in the mix, it was too much to lose. You were so sure about this but for some reason when you called him over to explain it, you had an wave of uneasiness in your belly. But you stayed the course, expressing to Eren that it wasn't a good idea for you all to jump back into a serious relationship after so much mess had happened. Did he understand? Hell no. Why is he okay to sleep in your bed but not enough to be your man. His heart shattered in pieces when you told him you wanted to keep it friendly but he wouldn't show it on his face. Not in front of you. He wanted you to know he respected your backwards ass decision.

So it seemed like you were back at square one, coparenting and some relationship that bordered between ‘my man my man my man’ and ‘oh we are just friends’. Granted none of your other male friends know how you taste, how you moan when your clit is sucked on, and how to hit that sweet spot that you could only reach when he has you pressed into the mattress, fingers splayed out on your back as he… “No.” you say verbally. It wasn't the time for that, not now or anywhere in the near future. You had made the decision and you had to stick beside it. But you knew that you had to get him out of your head. So you distanced yourself as much as you could, only allowing parental visits and no late night stays. No personal phone calls outside of communication about your son. Nothing to give any indication to the feelings you worked so hard on burying.

Eren hated it.

He hated every lost moment. He hated not being able to touch you. He hated waking up in an empty bed. He hated the way that you would stand on the other side of the room when he came to pick up his baby. It was exhausting but he stayed. It was another night out for you. Eren had come over to babysit and you were just finishing up getting ready when he stepped into the doorframe. You swipe the nude butter gloss over your lips once more, pressing them together to distribute the color when your eyes caught the piercing green ones burning into your skin. You both held each other’s gaze for a while, emotions mixed with arousal building underneath your skin. You forced your eyes to shift back down to your vanity, busying your hands with cleaning the space in front of you. Eren smirked behind you, shifting from leaning against the doorframe and placing his hands on the frame above. “So, you all set to go?” He asks you. “Uh, yeah I think so. I just have to grab some shoes.” You say getting up and walking over to your closet.

You look around at your shoes to find a pair that went well with your multicolored satin dress. The beautiful green, brown,and cream colors blended into a perfect gradient in the fabric and the straps fell gently off your shoulders. You looked down at your choice of cream colored shoes before reaching down and picking up the tie up stilettos, steering clear of the red bottoms. Eren noticed and held back his grin, thinking back to the last time you asked him to pick your shoes for you over FaceTime.

“Okay, all set.” You say, this time actually being ready. “Okay, he should be waking up from his nap in about 2 hours and there are plenty of bags of milk already thawed out. You went over the breakdown for the night, running him through the routine he already knew like the back of his hand. Eren knew you were doing it more so as a checklist for yourself so he allowed you to ramble. “Good?” You say finishing your last thought. “Yeah, all good.” You nod gently and make your way to the door. “Oh, Would it be cool if the guys stopped by later? They asked about lil man but I wanted to make sure you were okay with them being here first.” Eren asks. “Yeah, Ren of course. You know I don't mind them being here.” You say brows pulling together slightly. He shrugged his shoulders from the bottom of the stairs. “Just checking. Have fun.” Your lips part to say something but words seem to get lost. Eren keeps his eyes casted towards the floor, not having the strength to look up and see you leave.

“Eren…” you start but he shakes his head. “Go enjoy yourself babydoll.” You press your lips together then turn and walk out the door.

“YO! We here.” A voice calls from the door. Eren rolls his eyes. “You know you could just knock right?” He says to Ony as he opens the front door. “Where’s the fun in that?” He laughs before dapping him and walking inside. “Whats up with you bro? You good?” Connie says as they come through the doorway and walk towards the living room. “Now why you ask the man that. You know he down bad right now.” Armin teases plopping down on to the reclining chair close to the tv. “Oh so y'all got jokes now? Do we really want to have it out?” Eren says matter of factly. “It’s okay bruh, we know you down bad for your girl.” Ony laughed. “Right and how is that best friend relationship treating you?” Eren teases back. Connie and Armin bust out into laughter. “See that’s different, you actually had a relationship with your girl.” Ony groans slumping down into the seat.

“Okay, okay but all bullshit aside E, how are you doing with all this?” Armin turns, giving him his attention. Eren took a moment. “I-…not good man.” He admits to his friends. “I don't get it. Y’all have always been in this space right? So what’s the difference between then and now.” Connie questions. “The difference is she’s talking to somebody.” Eren says softly. The room seemed to stand still at his confession. “What do you mean ‘talking’? Like the same guy?” Armin sits up, his stare intense. This was new for all of you. As long as you and Eren had been together, the guys have always been there. Even through the breakups you would never find yourself in another relationship. Fucking around was different but being committed to any guy besides Eren was not your thing.

Until now.

“I mean the past few date nights has been the same guy. I know I tripped out the Jean situation but they were just fucking. This ‘Reiner’ dude or whoever he is, she’s dating him man. Like sending flowers and love notes, brunches, and day trips type of shit.” Eren groans “Oh shit…” Ony whispered under his breath. “Yeah, exactly.” Eren’s shoulders slump slightly as he shook his head. “Well, E it might just be a phase. Don’t give up on it bro. If you work hard enough at it things have a way of sorting themselves out.” Connie says collecting stares from around the room. “What?” He says confused. “When the fuck did you get some common sense?” Ony asks. “Yeah, that’s my role.” Armin retorts. Eren begins to chuckle which turns into a full on laugh out loud followed by everyone else. “Man fuck yall. I’m just trying to help my boy out.” Connie tries defending himself through the noise.

The sound of baby whimpers from the monitor pulls Eren’s attention. He stands up and walks back up the steps towards his son’s room. He sat up in the crib rubbing his chunky fists into his eyes. Eren walks over and lifts him carefully from the bed, adjusting him and holding him against his hip. “What’s up little man. You all good? Daddy’s here.” He cooes. His son tilts his head up, sleep still in his eyes and offers his daddy a gentle smile. “Yeah, daddy’s here. Come on let’s go downstairs and see your uncles.”

“Aw man there go my lil homie.” Connie says as Eren comes back downs he steps. “Man he don't even like you. You know I'm his favorite.” Ony speaks getting up from the couch. They follow Eren into the kitchen as he takes out a few bags of the breast milk you left to warm up. “Y’all doing all that talking but yet I’m the goddaddy.” Armin smirks, slipping around the counter and grabbing the baby from Eren. He giggles, reaching out and squeezing Armin’s face. “Man, he looks just like Y/N. It’s still crazy to think yall got a baby together.” He says, shaking his head. “I know right. I still can't believe it myself sometimes.” It was true. Eren looks down at your son again and his chest swells with pride. It was so surreal to have something that was created from him and the person he cared for the most. As they sit around and conversation Eren takes the time to warm up the milk, grabbing his phone from his pocket. A text message dings from an unknown number.

He pulls up the attachment sent to his phone. “What the fuck…” his eyes squint as he stares down at the video loading before him. “What. The. Fuck?!” Eren says a little louder, catching the attention in the room. “Yo E, you good man?” Ony asks. Eren’s ears started to ring as anger swirled through his veins. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Eren, talk to us man, what's going on?” Connie says. “Aye Min, can you put him in his playpen with the bottle please.” Eren strains, trying to keep him composure around his son. Armin nods quickly working to get the baby and setting him in his safe area. “Okay, what’s up?” He says as he walks back into the kitchen. Eren sits his phone down and slides it across the counter to his friends. They hovered around the screen and watched as you made out against a car outside of the restaurant. Reiners hands sliding all over your body as he kisses your lips and down the side of your neck. Your giggles fill the air as your hands slip up to the back of his head.

“Oh shit.” They say in unison before looking back up at Eren who was pacing across the floor. His vision began to blur as his fists clenched and unclenched. “E, you got to chill bruh. You can't overreact on this one. Come on.” Armin says in a calming voice. “Yeah E, you got to breathe man.” Ony reassures him. “I know. I know, man. FUCK, I know. I just-…” He didn't know what to do. Eren swipes his hands down his face as the burning behind his eyes intensifies. There was a silence that swept through the air. A heavy silence that was filled with uncertainty and fear. Eren had never felt this feeling of unease before. Not with you. But the fear of what this meant for you both. Is this the end of you and him for good? The nerves cause his emotions to overwhelm him as he slumps down to the floor. Armin, Connie, and Ony come and sit down next to him. No words could explain but they stayed with him, allowing him to process everything.

“What am I supposed to do man?” He asks no one in particular. “Do what you can. One day at a time.” Armin says. Eyes shifted up at the ceiling until the burning went away. He took a deep breath. Judging from the angle of the video, he knew you knew nothing about being recorded. So the only things on his mine were, who the fuck was following you and how was he going to face you when you got home…

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fakeuwus · 1 year ago

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RECKLESS | lee heeseung

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ reckless by madison beer

"how could you be, so reckless with my heart?"

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!hee x nonidol/university student!femreader, pure angst sorry lol, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: cursing, lowercase intended, barely proofread, mention of i-land LOL, lots of dialouge and idk if thats even a warning but had to put it out there, use of nicknames like babe/baby, infidelity

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: wanted to put smth out while working on my jay fic!! got inspired by this show i was watching called "the game" (dont watch it its like highkey misogynistic and a bit racist and just overall so bad 😭) i wanted to rewatch it bc i used to watch it as a kid and now i realize how bad it was skdkd. but basically the bf is a pro football player while the gf is in med school and a certain plotline in the show inspired this 😁 also this is my first writing piece so pls be nice and feedback is appreciated!

heeseung slowly opened the front door to the apartment you and him shared, trying to be as quiet as possible since you were most likely sleeping. once he made it in he tip toe'd his way to your guys' bedroom. "did you have fun tonight hee?" you asked, while sitting on the couch with nothing but the lamp on. heeseung jumps, "holy shit you scared me! baby what are you doing up? come on let's get you to bed."

he walks over and tries to give you a kiss. you turned your head down only allowing him to press it to your forehead. you were pissed. actually, you were beyond that. words could not describe what you were even feeling at the moment.

you get up from the couch and stand before him, "you didn't answer my question. did you have fun tonight hee?" heeseung is perplexed by your tone. you sounded... hurt? angry? annoyed? all of the above? he tried to proceed with caution, racking his brain of all the possibilities of why you could be acting like this.

"uh... yeah babe, i had a lot of fun tonight. sorry i stayed out so late by the way. you really didn't have to wait up for me, you're probably tired." he was hopeful this was the right answer. it's gotta be, right? all you could do was stifle a cold laugh.

why the hell were you laughing? what was so funny? heeseung can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his skin was turning hot. you had never once acted this way in all of the years you guys had been together. it may not seem like a big deal to others, but you had always been so caring and sweet towards him.

even when you guys were arguing, your soft voice never changed. this was new. this was scary. you had a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes now and it seemed like you were staring into his soul.

"yeah heeseung. it's 2 am," you say sounding almost condescending, "but no i'm not mad that you stayed out so late. i mean i WAS, but after someone sent me a little something i realized there are worse things to be mad about." suddenly your phone is shoved into heeseung's hands. his jaw dropped. no. there's no way.

"who sent you this?! wait no it doesn't matter baby you can't believe this can you?" he reaches out for you but you pull away and start walking towards the front door to gather your jacket and bag, "so you're not even going to try to deny it? huh. i guess my friends were right." it makes him sick how you seem so calm on the outside, your words and actions treating this like one big joke while he's freaking out. he'd rather you be a crying, screaming mess than whatever behavior you're exhibiting at the moment.

you turn back around to him, "you think i don’t know who you’re giggling with on the phone while i’m sitting in the room studying for hours? that i’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not making out with her in that video? that i’m blind enough to not see the heart eyes you two make at each other while in the same room?” your words drip with venom and they shoot heeseung straight in the heart.

he feels like the room is spinning and he wants to faint. he wants to go up to you and hold you and tell you that she doesn’t matter, that you’re the only important thing in his life. but that’s not what happens. heeseung is too wrapped up in the moment to admit his wrongs.

frankly, he’s disgusted with himself and at a loss for words right now. he wants to convince not only you but more importantly to himself that he didn’t do anything wrong. and so he does. what comes out of his mouth next are words he’d soon regret. “WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO YN?! i’ve been so lonely lately because you’re so wrapped up in school and she’s THERE FOR ME. she’s been there when you weren’t. i wouldn’t have made out with her if YOU were at the afterparty with ME like i asked you to! we won four fucking awards tonight and i just wanted my girlfriend there to celebrate with me.”

and just like that, you snap. the jacket and bag in your hands are now thrown to the ground and heeseung flinches. “YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?! i told you i have an exam tomorrow there was no way i was going to that damn party.”

tears are blurring your vision and your breath is becoming uneven. you don’t even recognize the man standing in front of you. “i have a life too heeseung. while you’re out chasing your dreams so am i. do you even acknowledge the sacrifices i have made for you over the past five years? tell me, was she there for you when you first became a trainee? was she crying for you every fucking episode of i-land? was she there every step of the way supporting your career?!"

heeseung doesn’t speak. he doesn’t move an inch yet his brain is moving a million miles per minute. he knows you’re right. he knows that you decline going out with your friends so you can wait for him to come home from practice. that your life only revolves around school and him. and he’s so eternally grateful for you. his heart yearns to express all the love he has for you and that he fucked up so badly. he just wants to fast forward to the part where you guys work through it and everything is okay again.

but that time is never going to come because you walk up to him with a heavy heart, placing the promise ring he gave you all those years ago in his hands.

he stares at the pretty diamond that shines in the moonlight, the only thing illuminating the darkness that’s consumed the space you both once filled with love. “i hope she was worth it,” you say as you open the door and walk out into the cold night. leaving heeseung and all of the memories of your relationship behind.

#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#fakeuwus #heeseung enhypen #enhypen fic #heeseung fic #heeseung angst #enhypen angst #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enha #fanfiction #fanfic

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wintfleur · 5 months ago

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ᥫ᭡ EEPY ETHANS B-DAY! — Stella Hughes AU!

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

°. — summary ( ITS ETHANS BIRTHDAYYYYYY 😽 )

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🏷️ edwards.73

🎵 22 (Taylor’s version) - Taylor swift

stellahughes; happy birthday to my fav brother 🫶🏻 from almost killing me with a snowmobile, almost drowning me in the lake, to being by my side whenever I make a irresponsible decision, thank you eepy ethan for everything ily 🩷

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📍edwards.73 stells ur the sweetest sis ever love you 🩷

stellahughes pls stop before I sob 💔

edwards.73 STELLAAAA 😭

edwards.73 wait a minute…

edwards.73 I don’t know if I should feel offended or not from the caption 🤨

stellahughes shhh close your eyes and just enjoy the moment

jackhughes HES NOT EVEN YOUR REAL BROTHER ???

carmenbarlowe I think I still have water in my ears from that night

markestapa awee little eepy ethan is a big boy now 🫶🏻

edwards.73 only stells can call me that 😐

_quinnhughes each day i become more worried for you when your in the presence of Edwards

edwards.73 I’m offended, I’m a great influence.

lhughes_06 ethan has never done one thing wrong in his life.

stellahughes he’s almost killed me… MULTIPLE TIMES ‼️

lhughes_06 get better ig

rutgermcgroarty 69 ??? More like 73 😍

edwards.73 you want me so bad bro 🥰

stellahughes babe what🧍🏻‍♀️

ahndaesee his smile, oh my heart ❤️

stellahughes that’s the skin of a killer bella ✨

pshoon2002 he’s the worlds most dangerous predator ✨

ahndaesee LEAVE ME ALONE YOU TWILIGHT FREAKS

_alexturcotte are we just gonna ignore the part where you almost died from a snowmobile and almost drowned?

stellahughes yes 🩷

_alexturcotte okay.

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[caption1: came over too early and ruined the bday cake surprise (she does the same thing every year)] [caption2: she made me a cake, who would have thought @/stellahughes 🥹]

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thetravelingtyper · 6 months ago

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Our Shattered Heart Part 4 (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

With everything settling down you get a call from your old lieutenant and learn some important information, as well as seeing a ghost from your past...

Warnings: Minor language

Part 3.00, Part 5, Masterlist

Jesus this turned into me writing 30 freaking pages in one stupid day so expect chapters up quickly lmao.

Chapter 4

You treaded the path between sleep and lucidity, but the sounds of boot steps made you stir. You awaken in Kyle's arms, his face softened by sleep. You move slowly to unwrap yourself from the man before he turns in his sleep a slight frown forming. You frown and run a hand to his cheek before turning and leaving the room quietly. You step silently into the hallway before racing into the open area. Here you find Johnny alone, his head is turned toward his phone before he notices you and a smile tugs itself onto his face. You return it and reach out for him before realizing the sights of exhaustion on him. The man carries himself a little loose, shoulders slumped, and traces of dark circles under his eyes. It doesn’t stop the man from surging forward, phone forgotten, and taking you into his arms. You yelp in surprise when the man hauls you up and spins you around laughing.

“I missed ye bonnie.” He lowers you and peppers kisses all over your face and you set a hand against his cheek. He softens then, leaning into your hand before tucking down onto your shoulder. You run your hand through his hair, murmuring a quiet its ok. He sighs, finally releasing tension.

“Where is Simon?”

“Here love.”

A low voice calls from the kitchen and Simon enters in plain clothes. You reach your free hand out and he comes, taking it and after pulling off his mask presses a kiss to it in greeting. His eyes are clear but something lingers when he looks at you.

“What is it Si?”

He for once seems a little at a loss for words.

“It's complicated love.”

Johnny pulls back at that, arms unwrapping from you but hands lingering as if he was scared you’d disappear. You look up to Simon fully and he looks away, but his hands seek you and you are then pulled against him. Head against his chest you find his heart hammering. He cusps the back of your head pulling you closer. You feel Johnny’s hands move and the man tucks his head where your arms meet Simon’s chest.

Your heart hurt then, both Simon and Johnny were behaving strangely.

“It’ll all be ok.” You say it with a wavering confidence but Simon's arms tighten around you, one lifting to pull Johnny close. Johnny then pulls back with a resolution in his eyes, he glances at Simon with a knowing look. The other man nods and the Scot grins a toothy grin. He then presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Aye, it will be.” SImon hums an affirmative before there is the sound of keys in the door. He pulls back as a uniformed John enters. His eyes immediately are drawn to yours and a smile lights up your face before you realize how tired the man looked. Like Johnny, he had dark circles, evidence of a long night. You move and the boys both release you. You move to John as he closes the door, locking it and setting a worn duffle aside. He gives a low sigh, stretching his neck and working to release tension in his shoulder.

You look up at him with eyebrows drawn in concern.

“John, what's wrong?” You come to stand in front of him as he works his shoulder, he then takes you by surprise, pulling you to him in a tight embrace. He doesn’t answer immediately instead choosing to drop his face and press a kiss into your hair. Your arms wrap around him, brushing against his uniform. He holds you for a long moment as Johnny and Simon look to each other in quiet communication.

“Not today please, all in due time sweetheart. What matters is you're here and safe.”

He loosens his arms and you can see the storm breaking in his eyes, a silent resolution you don’t understand follows. His eyes then pass to Simon and the taller man nods. You still are concerned and John can sense your worry, a hand coming to your cheek.

“We’re not going anywhere.” You raise a brow at that,

“Trying to replace me, Captain?”

He gives you a dark look and his hold on you tightens before he presses his lips to yours. All doubts are chased away from your mind with his lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss as John deepens it chasing something you couldn't name. Something possessive naws at his heart and parting from your lips John traces kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hands move one to his chest and the other to cradle his head. Your breath hicks when he hits a spot at the base of your neck. John chuckles pausing then and looking at you with dilated pupils, the blue engulfed by a sea of black.

You look up at him noting his evident exhaustion.

“You need to sleep,” you turn and pin Johnny and Simon with a look,

“You two as well. Kyle is still asleep.”

John gives you a fond smile before pressing a final kiss to your forehead. He then grabs his duffle and heads to Kyle’s room to shower leaving you, Simon, and Johnny. They both turn to you at once. You raise a brow,

“Bed.”

Johnny approaches you and tugs you fittingly into his arms yet again.

“You coming with us lovie?” He gives a grin and raises his eyebrows suggestively. You consider it a moment, Johnny’s warmth luring you into an easy comfort. But a moment to yourself sounded a little nice before jumping back into the field, so you kiss Johnny’s cheek and mention for him to go ahead. He gives you puppy eyes but lets you go. He heads to the bed room leaving you and Simon.

The man steps forward as well, a hand coming to your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. You swoon when he takes your hand in his other. Parting a moment he murmurs I love you and you freeze and your eyes widen. His meet yours with a calm softness you rarely see in the man. He pulls back from your mouth a breath's distance, eyes dropped and head tilted down he just stares into your eyes.

“I love you.” His voice is even and strong. He takes your hand and sets it to his chest so you can feel the rushing of his heart. His hand on your cheek moves down to your neck where he can your own pulse jump.

You almost believe you heard him wrong but the weight of his eyes and the similar rhythm of his heart to yours ties you both together now. He moves forward, moving your palm to his face where you can feel the roughness of stubble. His hand engulfs yours easily. Then his chest presses against yours.

“I left you alone.”

He states it as a simple fact and you feel his jaw clench.

“You could have died.”

“I didn't Si.”

He nods at that but he is in his mind, eyes searching over you a moment.

And that bastard thought he could take you from them.

Simon's lips turn up in a snarl, anger, or some dark rage rushing through him. His hand on your neck curls, tenderly as to not hurt you but possessive.

“Simon, I am here.”

You call to him and he's back in the present before you move up and kiss him. Simon snaps. His hand clenches yours and his other comes to the back of your neck and pulls you to him. Your free hand moves into his hair, the tresses silky under your fingertips, and feeling a heat build you tug. Simon chuckled deep in his throat, the laugh rumbling through you.

“Playin’ a dangerous game sweetheart’.”

The man nips at your lip before an arm wraps under you and he hoists you against him. You exhale a breath in surprise before Simon steals your lips moving you both to the couch. He sets you down gently before guiding your head to lay back. Eyes wide you follow only for the man to brace his knee next you your thigh and come to lay on top of you. There is heat in his eyes but the hand at your neck is gentle. His lips move from your lips to trace down your neck until he finds the spot John found earlier. You feel him grin before he nips there in an action that has your toes curling. He is careful not to bruise you but traces down to the collar of your shirt.

Simon lingers for a moment, head over your chest while your hands trace his strong form. He then rolls you so he doesn't leave all his weight on you before pulling you to his chest. He ghosts a hand at the rim of your shirt.

“Pretty thing.”

He sighs, head coming to rest on your chest as he engulfs you in his arms. You tilt your head down and press a kiss to his forehead before pulling closer to him. He is warmth and safety.

“I’m not leaving you again Love.”

It is said in stone. Concrete and steel are spoken as a sacred vow. You breathe out, chest tightening at the promise. Of all the men Simon had been the most closed, but the pure devotion in his eye as he peered up at you weighed on your heart.

“It wasn’t your fault Si, I am here, always.”

You give him a small smile but a shadow passes over his eyes. His arms tighten around you and he shifts, pulling you closer to him all space between not gone.

They would take you over his dead body.

“Easy big guy.” You chuckle and he looks at you with adoration then before pressing your lips together again in a sweet kiss.

An hour passes before SImon fully falls asleep having rolled over with you able to carefully sneak out of his arms. He sighs but you tuck one of the pillows to his chest and his arms wrap around that instead. You stifle a giggle before pressing a kiss to the man's forehead and pulling a blanket over him.

Moving to Kyle’s room you crack open the door and your heart softens at the sight of Gaz wrapped around Price, both men in a deep sleep. You close the door and turn to Johnny and Simon’s room but find it empty. Confused you turn to your room and find Johnny asleep in your bed. He seemed to maybe have been waiting for you but knocked out on top of the covers and you sigh. You enter your room and pull an extra blanket over the Scot. You open a drawer quietly and pull on a new shirt before sneaking back into Kyle’s room and snagging a pair of sweats.

Passing back into your room you grab your backpack and shoulder it before closing the door and sneaking back into the living room and tucking your (new) phone into your back pocket. You scribble a note and send a message in the group text to be safe. Setting the note next to Simon’s phone you grab a set of keys, and Simon’s jacket and sneak out into the fair winter day.

You blend once again into the streets of London the cold chased away by the jacket that engulfs you. You pass places absentmindedly just happy to be on your own for a quiet moment when your phone buzzes. You look in curiosity to find a message from your old Lieutenant. Then it rings a moment later. The voice that comes through your headphones is rich but serious.

“It's been a while Sergeant.” He mentions your name and you can hear the smile in the man's voice and a surge of nostalgia hits you. You find yourself pausing and moving to a side alley to talk.

“It has.” That is all you manage. It had been a long two years and at first, you hadn’t wanted the transfer, confiding this in your Lieutenant and the man had backed you up, expressing his desire for you to remain in the States. Your Captain on the other hand seemed ready to replace you the moment Laswell appeared to take you under her wing. Thankfully the taskforce was exactly what you needed but you still remember your commanding officer standing up for you.

“I happen to be in London and Kate said I could find you here. I have some information for you, things you’ll want to hear.” He then gives you the location of a restaurant a little distance away. You check your maps before checking the time. He seems to sense your hesitation.

“I wouldn’t call on you if it wasn’t important.” You sigh and hail a cab before responding,

“I’ll be there in 40.”

At the other end of the phone, the man nods looking to his companion with a relieved smile.

“Good see you then Heart.”

You hang up and lean back into the seat before giving the driver the address and zoning out.

The time passes with songs and staring out the window before you pull alongside a side street to find a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. You thank and pay your driver before stepping out into the street as a light snow begins to fall. You duck into the awning of the restaurant but pause a sudden anxiety building in you. You were nervous facing him suddenly, you then think of your men back at home wishing one of them were here with you. But they looked so tired so you check the time, 12:32, and silence your phone before taking the handle of the door and pulling it open.

The smell of Mediterranean food calms you and you stifle a giggle, this was just like him. You enter a little cautiously before a short woman with blond hair sees you and smiles.

“Looking for someone dearie?”

You nod politely and describe your Lieutenant, she perks up instantly.

“The man in uniform! Good choice hun,” You bite your lip about to explain to her but she quickly pulls you into a back area where you find said man.

Sitting in a dress uniform is a tall man, his hat set neatly aside while he runs a hand through jet black hair blue eyes shooting to you and a small but true smile lights up his face. The waitress drops you off with a final wink before leaving back to the front. You approach before a flash of brown hair tackles you in a hug. You are nearly keeled over but strong arms tug you back as the labrador of your best friend buries his nose in your hair. Upon realizing it was who you thought it was you return the hug tightly.

Your lieutenant sighs some of the tresses of his hair loosening and falling in his face. Your face is turned to him in the hug and he sees your lips quirk up fondly.

“Hey, kid.” It's a level of softness you get after 10 years of knowing the man. He had dragged you through so much you give him a nod before you can finally pry the sergeant from your arms. His hands take the sides of your head and press his forehead against yours. Green eyes shine in mirth into yours and you get a little misty-eyed. He had been out of the country on ops when you left and you had not seen the man since.

“Hey Darlin’”

“Hi” You breathe it out your heart stuttering a moment before you pull the man in again for an embrace. Your heart is a dove in your chest for a moment. Something you had deeply buried in your heart threatens to rise the longer you are in his arms. You shakily pull yourself away tears falling down your face. Oliver’s hand traces down and he wipes a tear away from your cheek.

He chuckles fondly before pulling a bandana out from his back pocket and letting you wipe your eyes with it, the olive green fabric making you smile.

“Keep it sweetheart.” You both say it at the same time before laughing. His arm drops to your shoulders before turning back to his commanding officer. His grin is award winning and your Lieutenant sighs again.

“We are here for business sergeant.”

“You sir are here for business, we are all party.”

You elbow Oliver finding it actually hurts your elbow more than it does him. You glance at him and he winks. You shake your head. His hair is shorter than you remember. You turn as Lieutenant Keats stands and you both stand at attention naturally. He is about to speak when another voice, this one familiar enters.

“I am glad you are all here.”

“Kate?” She enters from behind you and sets a hand on your shoulder with a small, tired smile. She and Keats shake hands and you find a smile reaching the reserved man's face.

“Hello Alex, Sergeants. If you all will take a seat we’ll get started.”

Kate and Keats take seats across from you as Oliver pulls you by the hip to sit next to him, his arm settling naturally on the back of your chair. Laswell take this in with a knowing smile you miss. She then gets straight into business.

“Heart you have been requested for transfer back to America.”

Your heart drops and you freeze and Kate sighs.

“I see the boys haven’t made you aware?”

You bite your lip,

“When did Price find out.”

“Around the time you were injured.”

The protectiveness, the anger, and this recent ‘problem’. You grit your teeth and offer,

“That makes sense, I suppose they all know?”

She nods.

“Good to know Laswell, Thank you.” With that you are tensely quiet. Oliver frowns, a hand moving to your knee and squeezing. You soften a little before tucking yourself into his side as Laswell continues.

“With Keat’s suggestion, I think I’ve found a way to fight it, one Price or Ghost wouldn’t have thought of,” she mentions to Oliver and his eyes widen, “a new, external joint partnership to the 141.”

Your eyes widen and you drop almost without thinking,

“Ghost will not like this.”

Kate’s eyes flash with mischief,

“Neither will Price but he insists on keeping you. This is a logical way your lovely (she says with a note of sass) old captain will get his information while keeping one of my best teams up and running. Personal relations have improved with your addition Heart and I intend to keep it that way. Going forward Oliver is to be your little shadow.”

You look away at the knowing look she shoots you at the relations bit but Oliver circles his thumb into your knee and you sigh, relaxing into his warmth. She nods and is about to continue when there is a call. She looks at her phone and sighs.

“That would be John,” she turns to Keats and murmurs an excuse me. You take the moment to fish your phone out of your bag. You find two missed calls from Simon messages from the others.

“Shit.” Oliver frowns but moves his hand as you straighten sending a call to Simon. He picks up immediatly, you bite your lip at the deep “where are you?”

“I am with Laswell and,” you look to Oliver, “old friends.”

On the other line Simon is already pulling on his boots and Johnny paces. Kyle tries to calm them,

“They left a note. Johnny quit pacing you’ll wear a hole in the carpet.” But Johnny turns on him about to speak but John entering from a phone call pauses the two Sergeants.

“Your meeting behind my back with my sergeant and I don’t appreciate that Kate.” The man is already dressed, his signature hat forgotten as he laces up his boots. Johnny goes to follow but Simon passes him a look. Johnny’s lips lift in challenge but something in Simon’s expression has him sitting.

“We’re on our way dove.” He says it sternly before hanging up.

Back at the restaurant you look from your phone to Laswell. She meets your eyes as the other person hangs up. She thinks a moment before returning to the table. She turns to you and asks a question in the form of a name,

“Simon?” You sigh and nod your head. She nods curtly before taking her seat calmly.

“Well, gentlemen it seems we’ll be having some company.” She takes a menu and passes you and Oliver one each. Oliver and Keats look at each other while your head dips into your hand.

“I take it you didn’t tell Price.” Kate’s eyes lift in amusement at the statement from you. The same waitress from before approaches to take your orders. Kate calmly orders, followed by Keats then you and Oliver splitting a gyro plate. The waitress leaves with a wink at Keats that has you laughing into a cough when the man rolls his eyes.

“No I didnt get the chance to.” She says it with a smirk and you pinch your nose. Oliver frowns,

“Just who is coming?”

You both turn to him as Oliver’s hand returns to your knee. You are at a lost for words for a moment so Kate speaks,

“Your new commanding officers, Sergeant.” Is all she offers turning to take a sip of the arriving water. You flag the waitress down and ask for a glass of bourbon. Oliver takes a whisky and Keats passes. The situation feels strangely familiar as a troubled sense of irony filled you. You just mutter into your drink before taking a healthy sip. Kate doesn't offer anything else so Oliver turns to you.

You tense under his hand and it moves, offering to tuck you into his side and despite the warnings in your head you follow the quiet yearning of your heart and allow the man to pull you closer.

“They can be…intense.” Is all you offer before you turn quietly to your drink. Something in Oliver’s mind rears protectively and he pulls you tighter to him, his right leg moving and pulling your chair closer. You sigh softly at the contact and just choose to lean your head on his shoulder, heart murmuring at the contact.

Keats turns to find Laswell intently watching the two sergeants and he knows then there is something more, much more.

The tension at the table soon mellows out however at the growl of your stomach and the subsequent arrival of the food. It turns to laughter when Oliver starts the share stories of the unit while you had been gone.

“So Murphy got himself shot and while out of it…started confessing everything. What happened to the rec room after the 4th of July. Who mauled the couch. His undying love for the infantry nurse, he even mentioned…”

“Sergeant Knight.” It is stern and you erupt into a set of giggles when Keats pulls a hand and drags it down his face.

“Lets not please.” The exasperation has Oliver laughing, a deep and joyful sound that has you remembering long days together when you were younger. Your heart clenches but you steal a bit of kebab off your shared plate.

“I got one.” You speak up after you swallow. Green eyes turn to you.

“Go on then sweetheart.”

“Two goldfish are in a tank.” You start, grinning at the memory of working with Soap and Ghost and hearing this gem over the comms.

“Go on,” Oliver quirks a brow, you continue,

“One turns to the other and says “do you know how to drive this thing?”

Oliver processes it a moment before a stupid grin breaks out on his face. Keats sighs and Laswell chuckles. You turn to her,

“Its funnier when you haven’t heard it before.”

You grumble and time passes easily with in good company. However, there is a moment about 20 minutes later when you are taking a bite of cherry gelato when you hear the door of the restaurant open and a familiar pair of boot steps.

“Shit” You tense as you hear a baritone voice talking to the waitress before you hear two men approach and feel two pairs of eyes on you. John enters first, blue eyes catching Kate first before clocking you. You are turned away from the men facing the opposite wall but what gets his attention is the closeness of the man next to you. Kate stands as John steps forward, something in his heart curling the man’s closeness. He turns to Kate as Simon comes into the closed-off area next. His eyes find you first before noting the closeness with sharp attention. It is not a normal closeness form a packed area, the man’s foot is positioned on a rung of your chair as if wrapped around you. His eyes then meet blue from the uniformed officer across the table. Reading the rank of the uniform Simon finds his equal, his shoulder squared and the hand in his hoodie pocket clenched.

You and Oliver finally turn at the same time, your eyes finding John first then Simon’s heated stare and you are about to flinch when you remember. They hadn’t told you about the transfer. A new heat fills your eyes then and you look away. Oliver raises a hand around your side in comfort that both men catch. Both sets of eyes then come to his and he is intrigued to find muted anger and a weight there he doesn’t understand. But he does understand the hurt he sees as you turn away from the men using that he decides he may not like them that much.

“Boys, meet the solutions to your transfer problem. Courtesy of Lieutenant Keats.” Keats stands to join Kate offering a hand out to which John and Simon shake. The men share a look recognizing the name. You had served under the man for 10 years, talking every once in a while about the stoic man.

Oliver stands, hand tracing up your back and to your hair for comfort before he steps forward. Oliver is tall, under Simon’s head but easily matches Price and Johnny. Your head cocks at that and your eyes trace Oliver and he just turns his head back to you and winks.

“And your newest member as per the deal to keep Heart across the pond, Oliver Knight.”

Oliver offers a hand and Price takes it first a stern look on his face. Simon steps forward but Oliver tilts his head with an intrigued look at the man in the skull balaclava. He doesn’t question it but Simon takes his hand, if a little tighter then normal. Oliver grins and murmurs “its a pleasure” before returning to your side easily. Simon grits his teeth before moving to take the seat on your other side.

Price looks at Simon sternly before taking the seat across from Simon and next to Kate. John gives her a look and she begins to break down the plan she explained to you three earlier. During this, you don’t meet John’s eyes and something in him compresses, especially after you have run out. Simon doesn’t fair much better, when he moves his knee to brush yours you pull away into yourself. You still pull his jacket closer so he settles to wait, meeting John’s eyes in a silent communication.

We’ll talk later.

The rest of dinner passes with a lack of appetite on your end as you nurse a glass of bourbon. During the discussion, Oliver listens intently to the future plan. For him, it's to return to base with Laswell and Keats before immediate relocation to the flat the next day. Keats will then return with Laswell while the group of you all get a few days' adjustments before Keats and Laswell return to America, leaving Oliver within the command, and care, of the 141. Price nods begrudgingly.

“Very well.” It is all he offers and Kate replies,

“Its the best I could do John.”

He then focuses on Oliver who turns from murmuring something to you that has you smiling knowingly,

“Can you follow orders, Sergeant?”

Oliver leans back with practiced ease, not cocky but honest and up to whatever challenge. He can feel Simon's eyes like an omen, noting a possessive swirl when he eyes you, a fact Oliver notes for later. He tips back the rest of his whisky easily,

“Exceptionally sir”

Lunch ends with Kate standing to pull John aside for a moment while you Sergeants, and Lietentants stand. You take the motion to round the table and hug Keats. The man stiffens a fraction before giving in and and returning it. You part with a small smile.

“Thank you sir. I appreciate this.”

He looks at you and then to Simon who comes to linger behind you.

“Of course sergeant you are working with the best.” That brings a smirk to Simon’s face before John is returning a set look on his face. Kate returns to you and you offer her the same smile,

“Thank you Kate, for everything.”

“Of course Kid, tell the boys I say hello.”

You nod before she turns to Oliver and Keats.

“Back to base boys.”

And with that, she nods to Simon, and passes out of the restaurant followed by Keats and Oliver. Your best friend turns to you and presses a quick kiss to your temple.

“See you tomorrow Darlin’.”

And with that the man turns and leaves, leaving you, your captain, and your lieutenant. You turn to grab your stuff but Simon beats you to it, shouldering the bag easily and you turn to leave. The two men follow you out of the restaurant and into the empty side street. You recognize the black car easily. You move to approach but a hand on your arm pauses you, you move to shake it off but John steps into your space with serious eyes. You meet his eyes with anger. He is taken aback a moment before you speak.

“When did you both plan on telling me about the transfer?”

John pauses,

“Soon love, we were working ot fight it.”

It does nothing to your anger though. You approach him and point a finger into his chest.

“All of this, the silence, Johnny and Kyle, and especially you Simon treating me like shit these past few months and you can’t even tell me they wanted me to transfer? Don’t I get a say in this? At all?”

You grit your teeth, heart hurting despite everything, not that you would want to leave but they treated you like a child.

Simon moves to comfort you but you brush him off.

“No not after that. You guys had no right to keep it from me. What if I wanted to go home?” You heart clenchs but you consider what could have happened, green eyes swirling in your head and heart.

Simon growls stepping forward into your space, but you back up instead curling into his jacket.

“You are home.” He says it assuredly. A hand wanting to reach for you but hesitating.

“Simon, leave it.”

John unlocks the car and you take the back seat, turning to look out the window. Simon follows as John takes the driver seat and Simon hesitates, wanting to follow you into the back but he takes the passenger seat instead.

The ride back to the flat is silent and when you arrive you grab your backpack and make your way alone into the building without waiting for the men. You make it to the door and opening you find Johnny waiting eagerly for your return. He shoots up followed by Kyle eating one of the strawberry tarts you had made.

Before he can reach you though you murmur a no and shoot them both a look. Both men freeze as you move past, heading to your room you pause, taking simon’s jacket off and setting it down on the chair as you pass before entering your room and closing the door. This leaves both men dumbfounded as Simon and John enter.

Johnny first turns with anger, expecting evident hurt.

“What the fuck happened.”

Simon pulls his balaclava off, eyes dark at the sight of his jacket on the chair. He just passes Johnny and sits on the sofa.

Johnny turns to John,

“They found out about the transfer MacTavish. And we treated them like shit.”

John finally answers the question before joining Simon on the couch.

“Well what happened?” Kyle speaks moving to the kitchen to get a glass of bourbon and whisky respectively. He passes these to the men and after respective words of thanks John recounts the plan, meeting your old Leutenant and Oliver.

In your room you sit in bed with your headphones on zoning out with the green bandana in your hands. What of the whole situation? You were angry, but at who? Simon and John yes, as your commanding officers they should have notified you of the possibility of transfer. Johnny and Kyle? They knew of course but where did that leave you? Four months of dismissive to negative treatment that lead you to walking out.

But they did come for you, you think, both times.

You smile though, there was one benefit to this entire mess, and that came in the bundle of muscle and excitement that was Oliver Knight. You could still be upset with your men but ignorance is childish. You think then,

I’ll make the best of this situation.

You sigh, thinking of your best friend. Long nights talking come to mind, you both had joined the force together. You two were bread and butter, and,

Your heart beats a little faster,

There was that issue too.

You pause and bury your head in your hands.

The fact you are utterly in love with your best friend.

Chapter 4 end

So this story took a completely different direction than I thought it would but it still feels 'natural' to me and honestly, I am having fun so enjoy! - Ash

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Grayson Waller and the friends to lovers trope

Everyone automatically assumes you two are a couple when they first see you together.

You two stand so close you might as well just hug everywhere you go.

The entire roster is convinced you’re secretly dating and just not saying anything because you don’t want the public to freak out.

Surprise! You two are not dating but in fact just crushing hard on each other but you’re both bad at your feelings and would never admit it even in a life and death situation because you’re both convinced the other doesn’t feel the same.

But seriously, it’s so obvious…

It’s not like Grayson grabs you food from catering so you can eat after a match.

It’s not like you two always sit extremely close during podcasts or interviews.

It’s not like you guys always get plane tickets together so you can sit next to each other on flights.

It’s not like you guys cuddle and watch movies in hotel rooms while in another city for shows.

It’s not like he didn’t break character and run out to check on you when you might have gotten injured.

It’s not like you don’t buy matching floral button downs.

It’s not like he doesn’t post pictures of you two together on trips and tag you as his ‘beautiful partner’.

Totally not like you guys aren’t already together or anything…

It takes the entire female roster to convince you that he likes you too.

Charlotte tells you about how she always sees him staring at you with what she describes as “literal heart eyes”.

Naomi tells you about how he’s always turning his head when he hears your name.

Michin says she hears him talking so highly about you to the other guys.

Liv admits that she heard from a friend of a friend that he thinks you’re on a date every time you go to a restaurant together.

Samantha says he tells her to say your name extra loud because he knows you deserve it.

Finally, you said you’d say something to him…

—

You had just finished packing your gear and were supposed to find Grayson. He said you could go to the hotel together and told you to meet him near catering.

You didn’t find him, but you did find Austin.

“Hey Austin! Have you seen Grayson?”

“Oh, yeah—your boyfriend? He’s at the vending machine down the hall.”

“Thanks~!” Austin walked away with a smile on his face. You never corrected him when he called Grayson your boyfriend.

You saw Grayson at the vending machine just as Austin had said. His back was turned to you as he was picking out snacks. His bag was on his back and you could still see the charm you bough him a few years ago during a trip in Florida.

It was a hammerhead shark holding a pineapple in its little fins. You had a matching charm of a great white shark holding a strawberry. The charms were one of those best friend ones that would magnetize together when close and form a heart.

You jogged up to Grayson, throwing an arm over his broad shoulders. “What are you getting?”

“I was getting you some of those cookies you like.” He bent down to grab the baggie of cookies from the opening of the vending machine. When he came back up, he handed you the bag. “About ready to go?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to talk before we left…” You stared at the cookies now occupying your hands. No matter how many times you rehearsed this confession, you could’ve never prepare yourself for the real deal.

Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, what’s up?” He sensed your hesitation. “Everything ok? You know you can tell me anything.”

You looked up to finally meet his eyes. “I know, I’m just nervous.”

“What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just me.”

“That’s the point, Gray.”

He frowned, confusion written all over his face. He was super expressive, which made it easy to read him. But he sometimes had a hard time reading you, like now. “What–”

“It’s always been you, Grayson. You’ve always made me so nervous which makes this so hard.” You sighed and looked away from him.

“I don’t understand, (Y/N). Why do I make you so nervous? What’s so hard?” All he wanted to do was give you a hug to calm you, but your words startled him. He thought this might be the end of your friendship.

You took a deep breath and decided to just voice all of your thoughts. “I’m scared to tell you this because I feel we won’t be the same after. But everyone has been telling me I just need to do it.”

You took one of his hands in yours, and he squeezed it for reassurance. He stayed silent, waiting for you to speak your mind. “Grayson, we’ve been friends for so long and I don’t want to lose you but I also don’t want to keep living like I’m hiding something from you.”

“I can’t pinpoint exactly when I started feeling like this. Maybe it was when you gave me your jacket at the movies, or maybe it was when you held me all night while I cried over a break up.”

“But you’ve been there forever for me, and I need to tell you that I love you.”

He could’ve fainted right there. He listened to your entire confession. His mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide in surprise.

“I understand if this makes our relationship uncomfortable for you, I just wanted to–”

Grayson put a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. “How have you never caught on that I feel the same?” He asked.

It was his turn to talk and you let him say everything he wanted. “I guess I can blame myself, too, since I never really caught on either…”

You laughed. “Are you serious?” You asked in astonishment. You were over the moon that Grayson was saying he feels the same connection.

“Yeah, I’m serious! Why do you think Austin calls me your boyfriend? Because I won’t shut up about you!”

“You’re so beautiful, and amazing, and I thought I’ve been dropping hints for a while but I guess they weren’t too good.”

Grayson laced his fingers with yours. The warmth of him bringing comfort to you.

“Gray, how would I ever catch onto your ‘hints’. You flirt with everyone.”

He rolled his eyes. “Have I ever talked to anyone the way I talk to you? Do you even look at my Instagram posts? I don’t think I’ve posted anyone but you in the last four years.”

“Ok, so maybe they were obvious…” you smiled sheepishly. “But I’m dense, so cut me some slack.”

Grayson laughed. “Yeah, you’re dense. But I love it. I love everything about you. Everything you think is a flaw is just another reason I’m in love with you.”

“How long have you felt like this?” You almost whispered.

“Practically since we met…”

“You’ve felt like this for almost fourteen years, Grayson?!”

“Don’t get mad at me! You didn’t say anything until now either!”

You tugged him into a hug that he happily returned. You both giggled. “You’re such a pain.”

Grayson laid his head on top of yours. “You say that like you didn’t just confess your undying love to me.”

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #wwe fanfiction

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