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#chatgpt how do i take the internet away from my brother forever#lad go outside man cmon#racism#content warning ig#he is so smart and reads so much yet some of the shit he vehemently rants about are just so???#how do you get from#âpitbulls are horrible creatures that never shouldâve been createdâ#(ok i see youâre weirdly and almost disproportionately passionate about this)#to âblack people are inherently stupid and violent and pitbull apologists donât wanna admit certain races can be genetically#disposed to possess certain immutable traitsâ like man what the hell#*spends 30 minutes talking about geography and world history* âand thats why african civilizations are undeveloped and their people lazy#what is wrong with you??? i donât read enough nor do i have the energy to academically dispute what u posit but#as a real living human person in this world what in gods name are you on about???#go talk to a real person make some friends im begging you#âactually men are disposable and women shouldnât workâ#ts ainât even half of it#he has been completely brainwashed and everything new he learns only reinforces these bizarre beliefs about the world#âhey man i enjoy discussing these topics with you i canât really have these conversations with anyone elseâ#brother right now i want to jump out of this car and onto the highway#but iâm glad we could have our little intellectually stimulating debate âșïž#shinjichair dot png#get. the fuck. off. 4chan. right now good lord#wtf
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Calling Art âArtemisâ in public while out with a group of friends and he gets hard IMMEDIATELY. desperately trying to his it from the other while he whimpers from the lack of friction..
iâm literally losing it my god #ovulating ïżŒ(also sorry for spamming your asks all the time)
venus real as fuck.
like youâre out with art and a handful of other tennis players at some catered banquet, gathered around a table and conversing casually. neither of you really know these individuals; itâs all small-talk, and polite smiles, and laughing at the right times.
youâre sat right next to the blonde, and heâs engaged in what-seems-to-be an interesting conversation. your knee knocks his, but it doesnât do much except make his breath catch subtly for a moment. and then heâs back to talking.
you talk with some others at the table, and then a hostess arrives with an anticipatory smile and opens her notepad. âwhat can i get for everyone?â
the others order, going around the circle, and then it gets to you before it gets to art.
you hum, looking over the menu of different expensive wines and luxurious dishes, and you sigh. your eyes pour over the options. your knee bumps artâs again, and he jolts slightly in his seat.
âwhat are you thinking, Artemis?â
everyone at the table looks to the man next to you, completely confused. artemis? no, thatâs art. whatâs going on?
but art knows whatâs going on. he looks to you, a whine bubbling up in his throat that he has to swallow down as his cheeks tint a bright red up to his ears. his real, full name was something you were only supposed to use against him in the bedroom.
not in public. not here.
and because the only other times heâs heard it come out of your mouth have been when you were praising him or telling him he had permission to come, his cock starts to involuntarily swell in his dress pants.
he shakes his head and clears his throat as he tries to push down the nervousness and arousal that he assumes is as clear as day on his face.
âiâ i donât know yet, im still deciding,â he says to you, an embarrassed chuckle spilling forth.
you smile at him softly, innocently, and nod.
now his knee is pushing against yours under the tabletop, harder than you had tapped his minutes prior, and you know heâs silently begging for you to do something.
he shifts in his seat, basically writhing, and his breathing falters. the person sitting on the opposite side of him gives him a funny look like âthis dude has ants in his fuckinâ pantsâ, but they remain oblivious to the pulsing boner art has fully popped in his clothing. poor guy.
Artemis, Artemis, Artemis.
it rings through his skull, in your voice, as he sits there and waits for you to order so that he can do the same. he wants this whole fiasco to be over so that he can excuse himself, stand up from his chair, cover the tent in the front of his pants, and wobble his way to the public bathrooms to take care of himself.
heâd curse you out if he could, but heâs too busy squirming in his seat against the hot pleasure starting to bubble in his lower abdomen. no, itâs boiling now. his shaft rubs against the inside of his boxers in the wrong way, and the smallest of noises leaves his lips.
youâre evil.
#đ©· - thirsts#venusssss YES#ovulation is a curse i feel like a rabid dog#i just reread ur ask and realize u said group of friends ahh#but imagine if it was like this and no one knew art and suddenly heâs all red and squirmy like OHHH#if this happened around patrick i think he would never let art live it down#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader#sageâs asks#đ - mutuals
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this started as a twitter post but it got way too long
i feel. INSANE. ABOUT FIDDLESTAN YOU GUYS. iâll admit i didnât get it at first, like the original concept seems kinda bonkers, they never interact! what a silly rarepair! BUT NO. I SAW A SINGLE PIECE OF FANART AND IT WAS OVER FOR ME. IM HOOKED. im sorry i need to talk about them
my favorite set-up for fiddlestan, and the one i see most people going with, is the idea that fiddleford comes back to fordâs house after fordâs already been sucked through the portal, so he finds stan instead. and thats like such perfect/devastating (depending on how you look at it) timing because their wounds from ford are both so raw.
i feel like this is gonna get long so. gay rambling under the cut
on the one hand, they get from each other what they never got from ford. or at least, what they lost from ford. fiddleford wants love, he wants his unwavering devotion to ford to be reciprocated. and stan, being such a deeply lonely person, can give him that! what he wants is companionship. he wants a friend, like what he had in his brother. he wants forgiveness. and god, fiddleford is one of the kindest, most forgiving characters in the show. if anyone will see where stan is coming from, if anyone can extend forgiveness and understanding where ford fell flat, itâs fiddleford.
and while this exemplifies just how deeply they would need each other in this scenario, when you think about how tightly they both clung to ford, there presents a very real possibility that one or both of them would feel like fordâs replacement.
stan is fordâs twin. people have played with the idea that fiddleford would see a lot ford in stan, even though they may not be very similar in demeanor. they look the same. and deep down, they do have similarities. alex hirsch said in a dvd commentary that there is more of ford in stan than he even realizes, and fiddleford would probably see that. not to mention just how deeply he would miss him.
and when stan has always felt like a worse version of ford, you can imagine he might feel like a stand-in, especially as him and fiddleford get closer. fiddleford, whether he means to or not, would definitely see his best friend in stan. he has his face for godâs sake!! and would stan just accept it? would he be upset to be seen in this light, to act as a replacement, or would he accept that heâll always be second to ford? either way is just. DEVASTATING. for fiddleford to unintentionally confirm all of stanâs deepest fears and insecuritiesâŠ
and then thereâs what fiddleford is to stan. while i donât think fiddleford would feel as deeply a replacement as stan does, he IS a big fucking nerd. and stan probably begged him for help getting ford back when he found out that fiddleford is not only a scientist, but worked on the portal in the first place. and he of course wants ford back too, but it wouldnât surprise me if fiddleford ends up feeling like stan only keeps him around for that purpose and that purpose alone. to learn more about ford, to live vicariously through him as fordâs best friend. because stan is desperate to know more about him, to satiate this need, this wound of missing his brother for over a decade.
god and all the little things too⊠fiddleford being riddled with anxiety and stan being able to ground him, to knock some much-needed sense into him the next time he wants to pick up that memory gun. stan struggling to take care of himself, to see his own self worth, and fiddleford being there to make sure he eats enough food, reminds him to shower, helps wash or cut his unkempt hair. falling asleep holding each other, because they need that comfort, that warmth, that heartbeat, to feel okay enough to rest.
ugh you could do sooo much with these bitches it drives me up the wall. i feel so unwell just thinking about them. i could yap even more but iâll keep that for another post
#they make me want to bash my head into a wall#thanks for reading i have so much to say about them#also iâm shipping fiddlestan here but none of this is meant to suggest stancest implications ew#the point is just that fidds and ford fulfill similar emotional needs for stan yk#gravity falls#fiddleford mcgucket#stanley pines#stan pines#fiddlestan#fiddleford x stanley#stanley x fiddleford#rambling#so much rambling#stanford pines
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Blue Lock Characters in: Being Jealous
(Characters Inclu.: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Chigiri Hyoma)
Trying to get into the habit of posting more often, so have these headcanons. A Bit short but I hope you enjoy
Yoichi Isagi
-Somehow the worst one on this list
-He's likely to give the nastiest glare to whoever you're wasting your time with (of course when you arent looking)
-Post Blue lock Isagi is kinda the same, Just a lot less subtle. curses and maybe a fight or two if its Kaiser.Â
"That blonde asshole has no place talking to you, you're mine.."
-Don't be alarmed, he's unlikely to take his jealously out on you
-Unless you're teasing him on purpose, then he might get a bit agitated with you
- "My dear, I'm not too fond of how you let him touch you just then, please stop that."
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-He's a two way street, either a sweetheart who tries to dodge around it or a straight maniac who will plot murdering whoever it is.
    -Nothing to mistake, he isnt brainless, so theres always a chance he wont care
-He's mostly secure in your relationship with him but could use reassurance in times like that
Meguru BachiraÂ
-Relatively tame for the most part
-If anything, he may get clingier
-He honestly doesnt even acknowledge the person youre talking to at first, he's too invested in you
"Oh, Baby! You busy today? I wanted to try this- hm? Oh, you're talking to someone...? Anyway, its this cool bakery I saw, we should try it!"
-If you aren't giving him your attention, that's when he'd get pouty
-He's a child at heart, naturally he's gonna get upset if you aren't paying him mind, no matter the reason
"Babyyyyyyy, gimme attention...! I dont care who youre talking to, love me!"
-Its cute so you usually give him his way and stop what youre doing
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     --> Little do you know, he does it on purpose because it always works
-Definitely a michevious little bumblebee
Seishiro NagiÂ
-Another rather tame one
-Hard to tell if he even cares with how lazy and laid back he isÂ
-It usually never bothers him since he does trust youÂ
"Hm? Your friend asked to hang out today? Sounds cool.."Â
-Like Bachira, he only cares when it cuts into your time with him, now its something of note for him
-How could you leave your boyfriend for some lame hangout? Playing Video games with him is much more important
"You want me to get off..? No...Not until you promise you'll stay and hang out with me..."
-Please just stay, he might actually cry if you leave (he wont, but it always gets you because you believe him)
     ->A 6'2" babi, why wouldnt you want to give him what he wants?
- Eventually he makes you forget why you were trying to leave in the first place
Reo Mikage
-Have you seen how he gets with Nagi? Safe to say he wont be very happy
-As mad as he'd be, I doubt he'll make sure you see that
-All smiles and grins when you look at him, what do you mean you swear you saw him scowl at the guy behind you? You're just seeing things love
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"Dove, who's this? A..friend? Ah, well im sure we'll get along well, real well...."
-We all know how privledged he is, he would be appauled that you want time with anyone besides him, what could they give you that he cant?
-Granted, he wouldnt give it much thought at first but as you keep focus on this person, itll eat away at him more before he's pouting and begging for you to give him your undivided time
"C'mon Dove, how bout we go to that new cafe you were talking about, hm? No, im not trying to distract you, how could you say that..?"
(Thats definitely what hes doing)
-Eventually he'd bribe or sweet talk you into giving him what he wantsÂ
    -"Dont ask about where that guy went, hes not important....Now lets go get some ice cream, yeah?"
-A tad creepy and overprotective but with all that money, who is to stop him?
Chigiri Hyoma
 The most tame on this list, and by a rather large margin too
-This pretty boy knows you'll eventually give him your attention, nothing to worry about
-If anything, he encourages you to allocate your time doing what you want and speaking to who you wish
-That can change if the person is too touchy with you, however
"Pretty sure they asked you to take your hands off, keep them to yourself."
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-He trusts you entirely, its the people you hang around that can overstep and agitate himÂ
-Hence why he's almost always hanging out with you, your friends are his friends right? What better way to show them that you're happily taken then to bring your sweet, beautiful redhead with you?
"Going out sweetheart? Mind if i tag along? I mean only if you don't mind."
-Truly a man who knows his worth, but it would help if you told your especially pushy friends to mind their manners when he's aroundÂ
    -A few of them have actually attempted moves on him once or twice
-We stan a Pretty King đÂ
#x reader#character x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock x y/n#blue lock#isagi yoichi x reader#isagi yoichi#bachira meguru#bachira x reader#bllk bachira#bllk isagi#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi x reader#bllk nagi#reo mikage#mikage reo x reader#reo x reader#bllk reo#chigiri hyoma#bllk chigiri#chigiri x reader
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Heyyy darling,IM POLITELY BEGGING,for some stu and billy with feral ,hyper,punk gremlin s/o headcanons. Simply the boys trying to be as casual as possible so they dont get suspected for the previous murders but then theyâre running around with their own little bundle of chaos. Im talking like a real troublemaker,just for the fun of it but always just watching all the drama happening,never being involved even though they caused it. For example: âącausing misunderstandings in other friendgroups âącutting someoneâs car wheels (or similar stuff) after theyâve been rude to someone in their friend group,maybe when gale didnt respect sidneyâs privacy in the first movie âąS/O has a collection of anything shiny and glittery things they stole (from spoons to necklaces) just cause they like how it looks and they know it will cause some chaos. âąFlirting with randy,tatum and stu to piss the boys off a bit âąOh or maybe billy getting them one of those vertical cloths or swings for their living room,I feel like that would fit cause billy would be a bit tired of his S/O letting their hyperness out on him. âąWhen they come home from killing a bit later sometimes,they just find their s/o sleeping in the most uncomfy position (criss cross apple sauce type of shit) on their swing,drooling a bit,their body twitching every now and then
I dont know if any of this made sense my head is all over the place right now. <3
Billy and Stu (Separate) with Feral Gremlin Reader
Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader
A/N: This was honestly so fun to write!
Billy Loomis
Boy, he didn't quite know what he was getting into when he first became interested in you
But he's in it for the long run, so here we go
Making Billy jealous is a common theme with you
Outright flirting, giggling, and dancing around with other people automatically makes Billy see red
But there's something about his possessiveness that you love so much that you keep doing it anyway
It almost always leads to a fight between Billy and the other party
And damn, isn't it fun to watch?
But that's not to say that you don't also feel your fair share of anger as well
Someone pisses you off even slightly? They're gonna regret it the next morning
Keyed cars, egged houses, graffitied threats
There is no limit to your creativity to get back at them
Billy simply huffs and puffs at you, berating you about being too "loud" with your actions
He's trying to keep things down-low by all means
And the last thing he wants is one of your actions getting him caught and put in jail
But there is something kinda attractive with how you stir up drama and give Billy some attitude
He doesn't like easy
He wants a challenge
And boy do you give him one
But on days where he simply cannot have you running amuck, he has you lay down in your own little hammock he bought you
For whatever reason, that always has you relaxed
It's like you become a whole different person with it
And Billy lets out a little "thank you" to the Gods each time he sees you just swinging away
He loves you, but damn, it's hard to keep up with you
Stu Macher
Stu on the other hand, is not phased at all by you
In fact, he matches your energy about 80% of the time
A friend pissed you off? You're both screaming and laughing while talking badly about them
Things are getting a little boring? You and Stu tell different people made up stuff that someone else is "saying" about them
You both love to stir up drama and watch how badly things can unfold
Stu is less concerned about getting caught than Billy anyways
What's even the point in killing if you can't have some fun outside of it?
So having you around is the perfect way for Stu to let out his hyper energy and keep things exciting when he isn't killing teens
But when he is out and about, he's thinking of you
You're probably at home eating all of his snacks in that moment, but he doesn't care
After his victims meet their fates, he is happy to dig around in their pockets and their homes, looking for anything even the slightest bit shiny to bring back to you
Nothing compares to the way your eyes light up at the gifts
Hell, you have a drawer in your room just filled with all things shiny and captivating
But Stu knows he'll have to wait until the morning to give you your gift
Because just about every night he comes home, he finds your head handing off the couch with your legs and arms splayed out, snoozing away
Remnants of chips and chocolate can still be found on your lips and fingertips
Stu secretly has made a photo album in his phone just for all the pictures he takes of you when you're sleeping
It's about time Stu had someone who met his chaotic energy
#slasher preference#slashers headcanon#slashers preference#slashers x reader#slashers#ghostface x reader#ghostface#scream#scream movie#scream franchise#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis headcanon#billy loomis#stu macher x reader#stu macher#stu macher headcanons
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IM CRYING AT THE THOUGHT OF KĂNIG NOT LETTING DARLING COOK
No because imagine him approving of your combat skills (if you suck then you wouldn't be a KorTac operator in the first place) and enjoying how well you work with him on the battlefield but he draws the line if you were to get injured from cooking đđđ
Darling, KorTac, and TF141 when König refuses to let darling cook but allows her to commit war crimes:
Darling explaining (begging) to König on why he should let her bond with the others like a normal soldier and cook for herself because she's not a child.
König towards anyone who tried getting too close to HIS platonic darling (they made a small talk).
You're sooo right about Ghost being rougher yet gives his darling more freedom aka the bare minimum. The problem with platonic yandere König is that he's infantilizing! Even if he's also friends with Horangi, you and Horangi are treated very differently. Horangi and KorTac pities you, truly.
I thought of something, since the rest of TF141 doesn't know the whole thing about you and König, how would you think they'll react towards König's treatment towards his darling? The only ones who came to my mind are Price and Ghost. Price who raises an eyebrow because he's not even like that with his men, and Ghost calling König out on his treatment that makes you uncomfortable.
König is just too afraid something might happen, he totally pulls darling from any missions if he can, but alas, they are more than capable. It also starts out as kind of nice for the darling, I mean, it's great if someone takes care of you for a while, right? But at some point they'll be pretty annoyed for even needing a chaperone to go to the toilet. But of course it's also hard to send König away. He only means well after all... Darling will need to put their foot down even if it hurts (':
The 141 probably sees it as a weird co-dependant situation at first. You're like a service pet even though they never saw the "real" and vulnerable König, so it makes even less sense. However, things do begin to ring alarm bells when they notice you getting frustrated about things like being sent away whenever you want to make food for yourself and König taking over. Or when you don't show up to training. Ghost and Soap are more on the personal front, catching up to you and bumping into your shoulder, asking if you're okay. Price is more of a business front where he orders you to meet him, however, he's still kind when he asks if you need help or if there is something uncanny going on he should know about. They're not really in a position to interfer with KorTac employees, but if you tell them you need a break, they can at least try to get the big guy off your back ever so often. You'll have to do the reporting yourself if you have enough but they can give you the pen and paper or telephone if it's something you'd rather not do in König's presence. But then again, do you want to?
#yandere talk#könig#ghost#yandere könig#yandere ghost#cod#call of duty#yandere cod#yandere call of duty#yandere!cod#yandere!call of duty#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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said im fine but it wasnt true - m. mount
hearing cruel summer live changes you as a person. wc: 3.3k gif creds to owner
it had meant to be a summer fling, nothing more. from the very beginning, it was mutually decided upon that it was just two good friends hooking up- something none of your other friends would ever find out about. it wasnât anything serious, so why involve other people?
thatâs what you kept telling yourself, anyway.
you had been positive you could keep the sex as meaningless and detached as possible. you thought itâd be enough to have mason when heâd give himself to you and not a minute more. who cared that your heart beat embarrassingly fast when youâd catch his stare during a night out with friends, knowing youâd certainly be leaving with him. that most nights, after a long fuck, heâd practically beg you to stay the night, not wanting to sleep without you. it wasnât of any importance that this situationship- if thatâs what it could be called- had you constantly questioning the line between âjust sexâ and the outline of a real relationship. I mean, how many mornings can you wake up to him peppering your face with kisses and shy smiles before you could consider him more than just a fuck buddy?
it was all so confusing for your heart and you brain. did you want more? did he? and why did the idea of the answers being âyesâ make you weak at the knees? wasnât this the exact thing you both agreed couldnât happen, the one rule you had made?
you were screwed.
yet, every doubt and worry you had over your predicament would temporarily vanish when youâd tap on his door. heâd greet you with a shy smile and a soft glint in his eyes. it was all too soft. as soon as you stepped foot inside, his fingers were everywhere. on your cheeks, your jaw, and down your shoulders. theyâd end up traveling up and down your sides until they settled on your waist. quickly, his body would be pressed up against yours, a hot mouth marking up the side of your neck.
he was everywhere. you felt him everywhere. the way he was on you, it was as if he couldnât bear the idea of having you in proximity and not be touching you. and there were no complaints on your part.
he continued to kiss you, messily and heatedly. and you kissed him back until you were both repeating each other's name, as if they were sacred prayers. like usual, there was a messy, abandoned trail of clothes left in the hallway. and just like usual, it led to masons bedroom where you could be found laid together in bed. blissfully, spent and content.
as he left soft kisses on your collarbone and jaw, he continued to whisper how lovely you were. heâd talk nonsense about how these were the best ways to spend his nights, that there's nowhere heâd rather be.
boy, did that make your heart do somersaults. youâre sure your face was crimson as he continued the soft praises.
itâs just sex.
itâs just sex.
itâs just sex.
all you could do to save face was scoff, âcalm down, itâs just sex.â
yes, you reaffirmed yourself. you both begin to get up, ready to go find where you had thrown your shirts not so long ago. if I keep saying it, maybe i'll even end up believing it.
âno itâs not,â mason deadpans. he pauses all movement and for some reason, you feel obligated to mirror his actions. this is it, you feel yourself buzz with anticipation. heâll say itâs not just sex for him, either. you want to look at him straight on, ready to tell him youâve been feeling the same way for awhile. and with the way his eyes wonât leave yours, you can practically hear the words wanting to leave his mouth. youâre tempted to just kiss him and let that show him youâve been aching for more than just these secret hookups. suddenly the corner of his lip turns upward, âitâs award winning sex.â
oh.
it was at that moment you realized it was in fact not just sex. not for you, at least.
and the next moment is when you realized you couldnât keep up this little game, anymore. a part of you knew you could continue giving yourself to mason whenever he called, only taking what heâd let you have. youâd settle for it because having some of him in the dark hours would be better than nothing at all. and when you realized how pathetic that sounded, you knew what you had to do. there had to be some self respect.
this all had happened two weeks ago. that next morning, you had swatted away masons roaming hands and dodged the kisses he was trying to leave along your face. you mumbled some half hearted excuses about your unusual rush to leave and avoided his sad stare as you hastily dressed yourself. when you got his usual text the following night, begging you to come over, you figured it was as best time as any to rip off the band aid. it was a simple, short text saying these late night reach outs and quick fucks werenât what you wanted anymore.
i hope you can understand where iâm coming from, you had typed. lets go back to just being friends, yeah?
you felt ill as soon as you hit send.
you felt even worse when he spent two whole minutes typing, just for the bubble to disappear and not a single reply come back. the following days were radio silence on his part. you hadnât known this absence would make you feel as lonely and as sad as you were.
this is what has led you to your current crisis. getting shitfaced in some downtown pub, drinking until you can forget who has you there. staring at the third empty glass in front of you, your mind swirled with bittersweet memories of mason.
âwe just donât get it,â one of your friends frowned at you. youâre sure she means well but itâs hard to care too much when you canât even recall her name at the moment. looking at the group of friends whoâd practically forced you out of your bed and to come out, their eyes were full of concern and sympathy. âyou never even told us you were seeing someone.â
âI-â, you begin but instantly stop. your words are starting to get all jumbled up in your mouth and the world around you is slowing down. it takes you a moment to breathe and organize your thoughts.
whereâs mason?
all you want is mason.
why isnât he here?
why didnât he want you the way you wanted him?
another friend prods, âwas it that serious?â
you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. all you could do is give a slight shake to your head. you try to smile but youâre sure youâll start crying if you force it.
no, you kept thinking. I loved him and wanted him but all he wanted was sex. it was anything but serious.
there was only one way to get this idiotic brain to shut up. reaching out to chug the remainder of your drink, your frown gets deeper when you remember the cup is empty. standing up from the too crowded table, you let out a slurred, ââm just gonna get one more.â
yet,as soon as you rise, your legs feel less sturdy than usual and the room has a slight haze to it. another concerned friend holds out their arm for support, worry growing more evident on her face.
âare you sure?â she sighs. lightly tugging on your arm, she tries to guide you to sit back down. âyouâve had enough, no?â
âno,â you practically whine. this is the only way to get your mind off of mason and these people have the audacity to deny you it. still standing, you try to get free of her grasp and tug towards the direction of the bar. itâs half cry and half whisper, âjust one more.â
âmaybe we should get you home?â another friend, wearing an even more sympathetic expression (if possible) chimes in. âlets call it a night, yeah?â
âno!â you protest, once again. âyou guys donât have to cut your night short because of me.â
the table erupts with their assurance of them not minding and that theyâll gladly drop everything to take you home. you know they mean well but it just adds even more guilt and weight to your heavy heart.
âI mean it,â you straighten yourself up as much as you can. you offer a small smile and wave them off. pulling out your phone, youâre able to somewhat make out the apps icons. cluelessly swiping at your phone, âiâll order an uber and you guys can stay.â
it takes a few more minutes of convincing and protest, but nonetheless, they oblige to your request. after hugs and promises that youâll soon get over your mystery man, two of them help you stumble outside and wait for your ride.
when your assigned car arrives and your friends triple check that the license plate is a match, final hugs and words of consolation are given. once in the car and speeding down the empty streets, it takes a great deal of effort not to puke and not to cry.
instead of thinking about how badly you want to spill your guts, you think of the boy whose absence feels like a dull stab at the heart. thatâs what's been occupying your thoughts for the past weeks, anyway. if weâre being honest, he was the sole person in your thoughts. him and the beautiful summer you had shared together. if you closed your eyes, you could see it all so clearly.
you could recall the trip to his house like the back of your hand. you knew the paveway of trees that greet you as soon as you turn onto his street, the shiny gate blocking entryway to his house. blindfolded, you could locate the flower pot where he hid his spare keys. youâd use them almost every time youâd sneak away into his house and arms.
wait.
feeling the car park, youâre snapped out of your daydreams and look out towards the window.
itâs not that you could just recall all of those stupid details, which youâve proven you could. it was that you were watching it all unfold outside of the car's window. you were smackdab in the middle of it, parked right in front of his house.
âhey,â you mumble in a panic. tapping on the window, towards the direction of masons house. with the fear setting in, your tears are ready to make their comeback. you feel like a child, helpless and scared. your voice wavers with a small sob, âthis is not my house.â
the poor uber driver looks as confused as you. shaking his head, he surrenders his hands up. âI just brought you to the address you gave me.â
âI did not- '', you begin to argue. grabbing your phone, you squint at the screen, ready to show him how you had put your own address. and how it definitely wasnât this one. and how he was going to have to explain what type of sick joke he was playing on you by bringing you here. yet, after a long struggle to find the fucking app, all words leave your mouth when you see masons address as the destination.
oh, force of habit.
all summer, during your little flings with mason, it had become second nature to get a lift to his house. it came more naturally to give directions to his house than to your own. it felt more like home, too.
âalright, you can leave me here.â youâre not sure if the alcohol is giving you the courage to face him or if you just really want to see his stupidly beautiful face- or if youâve officially gone insane, but you find yourself unbuckling your seatbelt.
âmaâam are you sure?â the driver's gaze shifts between you and the enormous house looming over you both. youâre sure you must look insane with your tear filled eyes and inebriated state. you went from being terrified of where you were to shaking with anticipation. he offers a small smile, unsure how to proceed. âI can take you somewhere else if this was an error, I could go back to where I picked you up.â
âno,â you interject. âitâs fine, iâm fine, thank you.â
âreally, itâs no problem-â
you wave him off, trying to appear as sober as you could possibly seem. opening the car door, âI was just confused. this is my friends house, silly me to not recognize it.â
he eyes you suspiciously but nevertheless nods as you get off. you try your best not to to wobble as you wave goodbye and walk away. but itâs not until you make your way through the familiar garden gate that you see the headlights pull off.
with that, youâre left standing alone in front of masons house. theres a small ache in your chest as you see the entire house is dark, not one ray of light peeking through any window.
what if he's not even home?
what if he's the one sneaking into someone else's house now?
you feel like you're going to throw up all over again. and itâs not because of the three vodka cokes youâd had.
that's it. you have to get into the house and find him and tell himâŠwell, you donât know what yet, but you have to say something.
the sensible you would figure that knocking or even calling him would be the best way to go, but clearly youâre not the most sensible person tonight.
standing in the middle of the garden, you take a breath and yell his name to the endless mirage of windows. within a minute, a light turns on and a window on the second floor shimmies open. itâs dark and far but you can slightly make out masons confused face.
ây/n?â you could see him squint down at you. âis that you-â
âI know this doesnât make sense and what we had is over but for whatever itâs worth,â you cut him off, your mouth moving at its own volition. you pause, unable to believe that youâre finally going to say it. you have to choke down a sob before you scream, âiâm in love with you.â
you can see mason freeze. it's barely a shout when he says, âwhat?â
did he really not hear you or does he just like torturing you now?
âI love you, idiot.â you shout, again. there it is. all your emotions and feelings laid out in front of him. there's no use in trying to stop the tears so you just let them stream down your flushed face. once more, âiâm so in love with you and maybe thatâs the worst thing, or the last thing, you wanna hear from me but itâs true.â
it all happens so fast. if youâd blinked, you wouldâve missed it. the window mason was leaning out of, was left deserted without him saying anything back to you. youâre stood frozen, unsure of what to do. was your confession so horrible that he retreated back to his room, waiting for you to get the hint and leave? as you debate this, the side door, leading to the garden where you stand, bursts open.
heâs breathless, and an image of him running down the stairs flashes in your mind.
in just a few, short steps, heâs standing directly in front of you. his eyes are wide, slightly crazed. he hesitates as he merely whispers, âwhat did you say?â
âI love you and you donât even care.â looking up at him, you try to blink away the tears. youâre sure you look a blubbering mess, and embarrassingly enough, there might be some snot. âyou donât care but it doesnât matter. I needed to tell you that iâm so stupidly in love with you and you donât even care. â
âI do care.â his hands reach to hold your face but you swat them away.
âyou donât,â you begin to take a step back. what are you even doing? was this a love confession or a chance to tell him off? maybe, a bit of both? itâs just too confusing. pointing an accusatory finger at him, âif you cared, youâd have had the decency to reach out.â
he tries to interject but you just keep going. crying harder than before, âwhen our little hookups ended, a part of me hoped it would make you realize that you couldnât bear the thought of not being together. that you would come back to me and tell me it all meant more to you. why didnât you come back to me? why didnât I deserve a fucking text back? it mightâve been just sex for you, but to me it meant everything.â
âthatâs what you think?â mason scoffs, which only infuriates you more. itâs not until you really look at him that you see the same tears pool in his eyes. itâs when you see that he looks just as broken as you do. âI tortured my brain for days, trying to find the right words, to get you to understand that it wasnât just sex for me.â
you squint your eyes at him, causing him to sigh. he continues, âokay, maybe I thought it was at first but then I read your text and it nearly broke me. at first, I thought I was just embarrassed that I got dumped over text but then I realized I was miserable at the thought of not having you anymore.â
you let out a defeated sigh, âbut you never texted me back.â
ây/n,â itâs a sad smile, as you finally give in and let his hands cup your face. âIâve typed and deleted a hundred texts, telling you I love you. but what if I said the wrong things and you'd leave again? I don't think i'd survive it. I donât think iâd survive being forever known as the idiot who let you get away.â
you want to scold yourself for the way your heart flutters, âyou really love me?â
his thumbs are stroking under your eyes, wiping away any tears thatâve overstayed their welcome. heâs giving you that smile, that boyish smile you fell in love with. that bastard, heâs always known how to get you weak in the knees. he says it so softly, âi love you, yes of course I love you. i've loved you since we started whatever this is, maybe even before then. iâm sure I fell in love with you the moment we met.â
instead of answering him, you shush him by pulling him down to meet your lips. itâs a kiss filled with âi love youâs and âi'm sorry's and âplease, stayâs. you donât even realize when mason has taken your hand, leading you inside the house and up the staircase. yet, as he leads you to the bedroom where you spent countless summer nights, you feel utterly happy.
you continue to interrupt the kisses with, âsay it again.â
and not once does mason deny you with his, âI love you.â
leaving a delicate kiss on his jaw, you whisper against his neck, âiâll never get tired of hearing it.â
mason returns a kiss to your forehead, mirroring your lovesick smile. leaning close to your ear, âlucky for you pretty girl, iâll never get tired of saying it.â
you loved mason, unashamedly and quite pathetically. and youâd continue to do so for the rest of your life, if he let you.
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#mason mount x you#mason mount#mason mount x reader#mason mount imagine#mason mount fic#angst? kinda? not sure if it qualifies?
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Ken sato brainrot is real and im here for that, i saw that request are open, and i want to make one if thats okay? Bassically hcs o of kenji with a high school friend reader that is a very shy/meek person, they where inseparable as kids and kenji was always very protective of reader, even in their high school years when reader started dating a very cuestionable guy that ended up being a cheater with her toxic ex best friend(that send her a lot of hatefull texts and calls with threats and slut shaming comments bc she wanted to date her boyfriend), due this reader moved on to japan when she and kenji where teenagers and they keep contact by texts and zoom calls.
When kenji comes to japan is determinate to make reader officially his girl, it can include headcanons of them as a couple!
If this is to much you are free to not do this request! I dont wanna bother you
hey babes! not too much at all!! i havnt been active at all lately and quite frankly i donât want to work on my long fic so this will be my break! ^^ and sorry i did tweak it a little im sorry đ
warning: lowercase intended, slightly proofread!
- your moms were great friends and throughout their pregnancies hung out with each other day in and day out.
- he was older by about 2-3 months. from the moment you were born you guys could not be taken apart. you bathed together, ate together, took naps together when i say everything i mean everything! you both urged to have birthdays together at some point.
- you both had so much love for either obviously not in a romantic way, but in a way that just being in eachothers presence is enough.
- once he knew he wanted to do baseball youâd practice with him for fun, granted he was lightyears ahead of you in technique he still likes tossing it back and forth and talking about drama in your classes.
- as you both got older you did find out your interests but that didnât tarnish your relationship considering you had multiple classes together plus lunch plus going to and from school together.
- that is until you get a boyfriend. one of kens teammates. he was notorious for being with half the girls in your grade. you had a very small friend group but you knew who he was, but alas you still fell for him. ïżŒ
- you were together for about 4 months ken felt as if it were an eternity, time and time again he tells you his dating history and each time youâd hush him giving him and give horrible excuses.
- things were going ok up until you saw him acting a bit different, you werenât one to meddle in others business but you knew he was hiding something. you check his phone and see a plethora of text messages and call logs of him and another girl he told you at the beginning ânot to worry aboutâ.
- the only person you could think of to offer you comfort is ken. walking if not running to his house a little under a mile away. he answers the door seeing you in your disheveled state and already knows what has happened.
- he could only hug you and listen to you sob. after about an hour you explain and he listens using tissues to get your tears and letting you blow your nose. you ended up staying the night having his mom call yours and let her know.
- by the next day you were feeling better but your eyes were so swollen your parents let you stay home, of course ken begged his parents to let him stay as well but he did have a test and practice so they ultimately refused.
- of course after ending all his tasks he made his way to your house to see you, you were still sad but a weight felt lifted off your shoulders. he was able to distract you further making you forget what you were sad about in the first place.
- once you were done with highschool you both move on to bigger and better things him continuing to pursue baseball and you going into nursing. at this point itâs the only thing youâre putting your energy into considering you lost contact with all friends in high school.
- but in college you were still working in groups with others so you didnât mind too much and while you were living your life obviously he was too, getting scouted and making his dream team honestly doing everything he had wanted to do.
- another time skip, youâve graduated officially but getting your doctorate is in the picture. heâs still doing baseball, you guys dont really talk anymore and he really really doesnât like it. but he doesnât know what to do, how to fix it. he really misses how things were and deeply loves you and can only reminisce on everything that you guys have done together.
- that is until after a battle he ends up at your doorstep not battered but still a bit hurt, all he could do during the fight was think of you, this was his breaking point.
PART 2
AYYYY 2 IN 1 DAY
AHHHH STORY TIME NEXT POST IS LIKE STORY PORTION
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In Poor Taste [P7]
(Yandere Reader Insert)
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[Content warning: religious trauma, sexual trauma, explicit language, violence, suggestive contents, addiction]
(Real talk? We are in a tie between Lukas and Yuki in terms of reader favorites ( lukas fans are in anonymous asks and they are freaaaaky.) First- sorry for the angst. Second, maybe this will warm some of us up to Lukas? But tbh? I wanna kick his ass all the time. So idk. Like i would NOT let myself near that man but i am an impartial creator. Im curious thooo lmk how we feel abt lukas so far 𫶠aside from wanting to sleep w him.
@perhapstheyregone)
Between interlaced fingers, the gaps seemed forevermore.
[Recap last chapter:
Lukas' POV: Lukas followed you and Yuki out, but his attempt to interrupt the moment was foiled by a very angry and drunk Hanao who argued with Yuki. Lukas could not understand what the argument was about except that it concerned a woman in the foreign dept named Sasaki. Hanao attempted to hit Yuki, but you took the punch instead. In the process, you threw Lukas out of the way and made him hit a wall, which excited him. Yuki noticed Lukas' strange reaction to the pain but did not say anything about it.
Your POV: after the fight, Yuki offered to take you home and asked Lukas to watch over Sasaki for the rest of the party. You and Yuki took a cab to your home. During the ride, you were too shaken up by a text your mother had sent, and it was revealed that your brother (who suffered from addiction) had relapsed. By the time you reached your apartment, it was clearly late for Yuki to take the last train home, but he still offered to walk you up to your door, seeing that you were unwell.
Yuki's POV: on the way upstairs, you cried. He was unsure what happened, but he tried his best to take you to your door, being as gentle as possible. You offered for him to stay the night, given that he was way late for the train. It was revealed here that Yuki was sexually abused by a family friend when he was a teenager, which resulted in his fear of any attempts at flirting coming from women. However, seeing as you did not have any ulterior motives except for trying to make up for the "troubles", he agreed, feeling more compassionate toward you. Here, he noticed that it was his first time willingly saying "yes" to staying the night at any woman's house.)
Lukas didn't like how teritorial he felt anymore. He didn't want to prove himself by sleeping with another person when you slipped away in Sakamoto's arms - even the mere idea made his skin crawl. He liked to tell himself that he was no longer burdened by feeling small and unspecial ever since he stopped going to church and started going to house parties where he would kiss and tell, but the feeling came back from time to time. He felt eyes from above watching him when he messed up women's bedsheet, his pleasure poisoned. "I'm not going back", he would think, "fuck all that", but when the show was over and the girl looked at him with doe eyes to search for aftercare he wanted to smother her with a pillow. But that wouldn't undo what he did.
Sometimes back in college when he would go back home for the summer, Lukas wanted to cry and beg to be let back into the safety of the church. "I was wrong", in that fantasy he would shout with his knees on the ground, "take me back". The neat front lawn and the rose gardens stayed the same, as did the trickling fountain with the chubby cherub, as did the blooming magnolia and cedar elm, as did the sounds of mourning doves. Still, he felt bare and naked under the blue summer sky with no clouds to shield him from the sun. He wondered if his parents would take him back in were he to come back this time donning the cloth of the progidal son, or if he had to wait for the heaven's gate to be sure of the feast. So he held back, coming back into the air-conditioned living room loud and obnoxious, hugging and kissing his family. Nothing changed. He would go into his childhood bedroom - it would be wiped clean of any dust or spiderweb, his stacks of old videogames laid in the corner, his movie posters on the wall. The blinds would be left ajar, letting sunlight filter through and hit the freshly made bed where he would lie in and notice how small the pillow had gotten. He would wait until dinner was served, and at the table everyone would sidestep his absence from the church. Sometimes, his father would ask for his Sunday plans, to which he would say "I'll meet you guys for lunch". His mother would nod, and the awkward silence would soon be broken by his sister's stories about what happened at school. Lukas couldn't even try to pity their faith - it was cemented into them, sturdy and unchanging. It was so strong, he suspected, that they still held out for him to come back one day and attend mass again. Though, summer would pass and he would pack his back and leave again with a couple of weekends plans in his pocket, missing the haze of liquors and perfume. Next time, maybe.
This summer there weren't any plane flights back to Texas. Instead, he lied in the hard, narrow bed, his leg hanging out of the thin blanket as he stared at the ceiling. Outside, he saw electric wires and concrete apartments spreading until the horizon. It was a different quiet - no cricket, no winds going through the trees, no tinkerings of subtle magic when he would hear an owl hooting over the rooftop. Plain silence, as if the city outskirt was holding its breath to wait for something else to happen.
He wondered about what Sakamoto and you were doing, and a pit opened in his stomach. Lukas thought about what he would do if he were there with you instead. Sex? The idea was hollow and laborious - that wouldn't do. He had come to the realization that he didn't want to do to you what he had done to others - to undress, to use, to fantasize about smothering. Instead, he wanted to get on his knees and listen to you with his head on your laps and his arms wrapping around your legs. He wanted to look up into your eyes to see them unreadable to the point of emptiness and your lips harsh and stern, the same way you looked at the pest who had harrassed you that night at the concert. He wanted you to raise your iron fist and beat him senseless for his beating heart and his unwitting erection. You would disregard the excuse of "I can't help it", refusing the wired-in biological plea of his body. None mattered but the stark difference between sinful and sinless - and he was sinful.
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Yuki didn't know how it happened. You were on the couch with your quilt wrapped around you, freshly showered with your hair still wet, and he was at the sink making a ginger tea from what ingredients he had procured in your barren pantries and depressing fridge. Then he was seated next to you whose breaths were still short and nervous. He wasn't sure what to say, so he presented the tea to you nervously. You feigned a smile. He didn't. He closed the distance, unable to find anything to say to ease your mind. He asked what happened. You talked. He recognized the people in your stories from all the other conversations, but they used to be just names and surface-level anecdotes. Now he understood, he said. You looked the other way, your quilt slipping off, your neck bare. The water droplets glistened on your skin. He wanted to do something selfish now, but he didn't. In shame he looked down on his laps, feeling heat spreading through his body like a wildfire. He stuttered when he said that he was sorry, and that addictions wasn't something one could control. You said something about you being a coward, but your exact words escaped his spinning head. He said it was hard to be strong all the time, and that he hoped something could happen for you to let your guard down because you didn't deserve to be in survival mode all your life. At that, he glanced over, flinching a little to see you turning to him again, wide-eyed like a deer in headlight. The heat from his body was messing with his ears - he could not hear you correctly when you opened your mouth to speak, but he could make out that you had tripped on your words as well. His breath got caught in his throat. Reasons fled. He brought himself closer quickly, afraid to lose the moment.
But he didn't know how it happened.
No turning off the lights, no getting ready, neither lipstick nor perfume, he had you as you were. He felt heat within him, yet you were even warmer to the touch. You held onto him anxiously, nodding when he asked for your approval, and smiling at him when he was where he needed to be. He didn't notice the time, but it didn't matter - it was a Friday night, and he wasn't supposed to be anywhere else but the cat cafe he had promised to take you tomorrow's morning. This felt right, he thought, and from the look on your face when he leaned in to kiss your again after it was over, you agreed.
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In the next morning when you saw Sakamoto hestitated before shyly picking up the condom wrapper you both had forgotten on the night stand, you knew he would have questions you didn't want to answer. You didn't say anything as you poured water atop the coffee filter and closed the lid.
"Is it from your last boyfriend?"
You felt his self-consciousness. His bare back was on you, the lines of muscles pressing against one another showing the tension vividly. The dress pants he had put on weren't so defined without the belt, leaving him dishelved. You looked down, feeling anxiety bubbling in your stomach.
"No... just someone I was getting to know."
You always hated this part. This usually would be time for the man to ask how many you'd gone through, what were they like, if they were better in bed. Then, when you refused to answer, they would scoff scornfully to say that you were indeed "openminded". You did not sleep with many people, but you knew any numbers above zero could put a dent in their ego. Nervous now, you swallowed, trying to fix your dry throat.
"It's not too old, is it?"
"3 months ago."
"I never heard about him, but sounds like he wasn't very nice."
At this he turned around. You didn't expect the smile on his face - it wasn't wry and disdainful. You thought it was a little smug, with his nose scrunched and the corner of his lips etching upward to show his teeth. Bashfully laughing, you covered your mouth with your palm, your other hands wrapped around your torso, clutching your shirt.
The playful look on his face dropped at that. You tried not to look at him as he walked over.
"I'm sorry. I was an asshole for that."
"No...", you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut now.
The air hung heavy. You felt his breath over your shoulders.
"Are you trying to hide from me?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just overwhelmed."
He didn't say anything yet. You felt his arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. His cool skin soothed your nerves.
"Do you regret it?"
"I was worried you might be."
That wasn't a "no" and you knew he noticed. You had violated your golden rule: no coworkers. Still, you would be a liar to claim that you never thought about him in this way. Those were fleeting thoughts, ones which you brushed off and treated as intrusive fantasies.
Last night proved you wrong.
You worried because outside of this apartment you were somebody else. You had a mother waiting for you to come home and inherit her fortune, a father who sat silently in his study mourning over the only masterpiece he ever wrote, and a brother who had just returned to rehab after three seemingly clean years. Under the sleepy, monotone current of Tokyo you brewed an urgency to come to their aids, to wait for their calls and texts. Every week, your mother's grievances about your father's lovers sat on your screen like a sour reminders. Any other, your brother would ask for money, and were you to see it fit you would monitor all the pictures he sent for signs of relaspe before wiring him what he asked, little by little, making sure to let your parents know behind his back. Sooner or later, a part of you knew the house of card you had built in Tokyo would topple under their breaths. You remembered the ultimatum they had given - if something serious happened to your brother, you were to go home.
Last night was a close call.
"It would be difficult at first, yes... but I think it will be okay eventually. I think my family will like you."
Your heart dropped. Your voice had no weight as you choked out "what?", stunned. Readjusting your body so you could face him, you saw his earnest eyes gazing at you.
"What?" - he asked back, puzzled.
"What do you mean your family?"
"I thought we were- I thought you-
He stumbled over his words, the light in his eyes dimming. His mouth was left hung open. He left his thoughts dormant at the tip of his tounge for way too long before painfully whispering "I thought this meant something."
You were frozen in his arms like a statue. He held you, his arms dropping down to your side, fingers lacing tighter than before. You wanted to say something, afraid that he would leave.
"It does."
"Then... the next step is to get to know each other, right?"
"Yes, but... what do you mean your family would like me?"
Was he thinking marriage because he felt he had used your body improperly? Or was he playing the same, disappointing game of overcommitment to string you along?
"It's..."
He went red to the tip of his ears.
"I was hoping we would get somewhere serious... but my family is complicated."
You didn't squirm away from him like you had planned to yet. Instead, you let your head fall to his chest, weary.
"Mine too."
The soft sunlight had turned into a glare through your curtain. You felt your skin dampen under the heat of his body when you asked - "so then... what do we do?"
He didn't say anything as he held you tighter.
"I can get through it with my family... but I-
You had mistaken his fear for indecision. Pulling yourself away, you had your eyes cast down and let the sinking feeling wash over. Whatever, you thought, the moment was real, but perhaps it ought to stay that way. It was for the best - after all, nobody made any promises. Swallowing all the tenderness you had felt and all the moments you had watched his kindness shine, you felt the weight of your family leaning against you.
He helplessly watched, unable to say that he didn't want you to suffer what was in store.
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lovesick | pedro pascal [1]
"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."
next chapter: [2] series masterlist
summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.
pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader
genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually
word count: 7.4k
status: in progress
author's note: this was supposed to only be an introduction but i ended up with a chapter lol. im sorry if its lame, i wrote this half asleep and for fun. not edited btw
"So like...are we gonna keep staring at the door or do you mind if I open it and walk inside?"
Swiftly turning your neck, you glared at your friend who was patiently waiting for your reply- probably begging on the inside to go in by how badly cold it was outside on this tuesday, new york morning.
"Just go inside by yourself!" you rolled your eyes as she shook her head.
"Uh no, for one- I can't let you be out here alone, some man could just push you in a van and sell you to the black market," Jules declared. "then I would lose one birthday gift from you-"
"I will push you in the van myself if you keep talking," you groaned, her constant rambling within the hours making your nerves worsen.
Today was the day Jules, your best friend, and you began your internship on a film set. Actually, it was yesterday, but nobody really counts the short orientation and hours of reading rules and responsibilities a real productive work day, right?
If having the worst anxiety wasn't enough, you were blessed to have been given an amazing coping mechanism of meditation- in which would've been fine with if you didn't look like a complete idiot standing up with your eyes wide open breathing slowly.
But to be fair, this really was your first day on the job. You didn't know what to expect and your friend wasn't exactly a helping hand in these situations. As she was more confident and outgoing, there you were being an introverted, awkward female with amazing music taste- that is you ever felt comfortable to let people hear your music outside of your headphones.
"I don't get just why you have to pray while staring at the door as if you wanna stare into its soul, you look weird," Jules whined, placing her hand over her eyes. "We have to be at Finn's office in 10 minutes or else we're dead."
"Fine," you huff, grabbing your bag you had placed on the floor beforehand onto your shoulder. "Let's go."
Excitedly clapping her hands together, she swung the door open before dragging you down the hall of the room towards the elevators. The two of you had to meet at a studio on the other side of the city for this internship in which wouldn't be a problem if you enjoyed traffic and the crowds of people on the street- but you didn't.
Not only did you have to take the subway and a cab one hour before your schedule 8am start, you had to deal with the troubles of waking up your night owl roommate, Jules again, without slapping her silly by how strong her eyes stay shut.
After getting off the elevators and walking closer to his office, you recognized a couple of the other interns standing around his door looking either extremely nervous, tired- or both.
Suddenly, the door opened and Finn, the man who hired you, jumped out with a bright smile.
It's way too early to be this energetic.
"How is everyone doing on this lovely, working morning?" Finn smiled, making sure to make eye-contact with every single person in the hall before continuing on with his dialogue. "I'll take this silence as a way you all express your gratitude to be able to work on a live set."
With the ongoing silence still occurring, Finn continued with, "please follow me to the room next door, that's where we'll discuss minor details before heading towards the stages."
The minor details were simple, don't screw up.
There was also little insights on what we should be prepared for- taking care of the cast and errands as the day went on.
I suppose experience is what is needed for your future so it shouldn't be a surprise that you wouldn't be around a camera for too long. But it was mentioned that overtime you would accelerate your learning to harder tasks such as on-hands work, which you were terrified over but within time you would get over it.
You had to, this was a part of your dream job after all.
The group was informed more about the project we had to assist, some new show coming out called 'The Last of Us.' To be honest, you weren't familiar with it. Some of the guys in the group threw in their input that they played the game, but you didn't know it was also a combined franchise.
You weren't exactly a gamer or horror film person.
It hadn't even come to your mind that you would be interacting with real-life celebrities until you made near a stage and felt Jules grip your wrist hard and start tugging on it to get your attention as she tried to quiet her fan girl squeals.
Looking up, you saw a group of people walking through a set with papers in their hand, laughing and chatting with one another. Truth be told, you didn't recognize any of them. Maybe you should have done more research regarding this show you know nothing about- but you heard some successful directors had openings for extra help and immediately called your friend to join with.
"Is it bad that I don't recognize any of these people?" you whisper to Jules as she screeches in low volume, shocked that you would dare say that.
"You're joking right?!" she whispers with a high-pitched voice. "Everybody knows them! They are-"
"Is that him?" you heard a girl whisper from your group, Jules stopping her almost-started rant from it. "He really is daddy."
"What the fuck?" you heard one of the guy interns whisper in confusion, looking at her as if she was delusional as she waved her hand to him to not distract her from her view.
You weren't sure who she was talking about and you really didn't want to know. She probably had some silly crush on one of the actors which would just distract her from her job, it isn't worth it.
"Yo man, why is there a line of people looking like they are held at gunpoint?" one person laughed, pointing at your group as you tried to hold back your laughter.
You were assuming the people around you guys were majority of the cast as nobody else but the camera and makeup crew were present in the room. Surprisingly enough, even after seeing them closer you still couldn't figure out who any of these actors were.
Were you really that outdated in the films you watched?
"Way to introduce yourself, Gabriel," Finn replied, giving a pat on his back before turning back to the group. "These are the new interns because you know, you guys made the last ones quit."
"Uh no I didn't, that was all Nick!" you heard a small child gasp, pointing at an older looking man. He looked a little familiar but you couldn't wrap your head around it. "He made them pick up his food orders all the way across town everyday!"
The familiar-looking man had longer hair than most of the men around. "I would've done delivery if that was an option!" The man complained, making the girl scoff in return.
Hold on, you knew that voice. You grew up with that voice.
"Wait, I do know somebody, that's Ron Swanson" you gasped, completely forgetting how loud and clear you were in your surroundings by how fazed out you were to be a few feet away from a comedic legend.
You didn't know all eyes were on you until you felt Jules heavy weight of her shoulders hit yours as she hid her face in embarrassment from your last statement causing you to look up. Everybody tried holding back their giggles as Nick just smiled proudly.
Great, you just exposed how you didn't know them in front of them. Not mortifying at all.
"Funny and smart for knowing me, I like her already," you heard Nick proudly declare, turning to Finn with a firm nod. "You better not fire her."
Feeling your face getting hotter by the second, you wished you could just hide under a blanket and stay in there forever if it meant you never had to embarrass yourself like that again. This probably looked so disreputable on your part.
"And what might this oblivious, tomato be named?" you heard a man curiously question, getting your attention by his big framed glasses on his face.
Did he just call you a fruit?
"Be nice, you're intimidating them. It's like a new fish in a big pond," an older woman responded after, trying to bring some extra comfort into the room but it was too late- you were traumatized.
"Okay, okay," the man held up his hand in defense before turning to look at you straight in the eye. "What might this unaware, cherry tomato be named? That sounds cuter."
"Uh, y/n," you awkwardly stated, holding your hands together while terribly trying to defend yourself. "And it's totally not like I didn't recognize the rest of you!" you lie, pointing at a random person next to him before speaking up again, "you're in that one brilliant movie that was so good!"
The man sheepishly smiled at you before saying, "I am just one of the cameramen, but thank you. I do get told quite a bit that I look like Brad Pitt." And that was the moment you wanted to die inside.
That's it, you're never coming back here again. You've made a fool out of yourself.
"Stop talking," you heard your friend hiss before taking a step forward to help lessen the attention on you. "I am Jules. Not fashionable like the one from Euphoria, but still very friendly and fun."
The cast all waved at her from her radiating charm that could make anyone adore her. "Thank you, Jules who isn't from Euphoria, why don't everyone else introduce themselves."
After everyone had their time to shine, you were excused for a small break as rehearsal had yet to start. You weren't complaining, you would rather be out getting coffee on the other side of town if that meant you could avoid the actors and directors at all times.
Sitting on one of the break room's couches, you felt Jules jump next to you before hitting your shoulder rapidly. "I think that one girl intern hates you!"
Trying hard to remove her fast hands off you, you gave her a confused look. "Uh why? Was it because I embarrassed us?"
There couldn't be any other reason why she might dislike you, it's not like you knew her personally or had ever met her before the last few days.
"I mean Pedro did call you cute minutes after she called him 'daddy', what do you expect?" She giggled as you gave her a disgusted glance at the last term she used. Why would she call him that and feel comfortable saying it so freely? "She's in loveeee with him."
Pedro? So that was his name.
"First of all, he doesn't think I'm cute. The name 'cherry tomato' was cute rather than a hillbilly tomato," you defended, making her scrunch her face in confusion by your nonsense. "Second, there's no way a normal woman would be that upset over one small indirect comment not made in that way."
Jules rolled her eyes by how understanding you weren't being, it annoyed her even more how oblivious- like the man had said, you were being. "He called you a cherry tomato because it has an adorable ring to it for a cute person! Therefore, he finds you pretty- end of story."
"I am beginning to think you really are delusional."
"All I am saying is be careful," she whispers seriously. "She's young and I know a lot of people who obsess over him for his looks."
"Why? He's like in his 40s-"
"Daddy issues? Gray facial hair? I have no clue what people enjoy on their free time," Jules cut you off, shrugging while you snickered. Like you never heard that excuse before.
"Can we check out the set though? I'm feeling better and want to be out there to prove how unaffected I am from earlier- but I will be hiding behind your back."
"As always," she sang, following you out the door back to the main room.
Walking out, you were determined to stay focused and think before you said something silly- which was hard. Your whole life you've always been a little dumb when reading the environment, that's not gonna change within a few minutes.
Looking through the racks of costumes, tables filled with devices you had never seen before, and cameras that were bigger than yourself, one of the interns, Joon, came up to Jules and you to inform that it was time to actually 'work.'
"Damn, I kinda liked just walking around and doing nothing but stare at the lights. Now we have to get our hands dirty for minimum wage," Jules sighed as the two of you walked in front of one of the stages.
The stage was practically empty, only a few white walls installed and chairs scattered around.
After a few minutes of hearing one of the lead director's assistant discuss the plan of going over a few scenes, it came to your realization that this was only a rehearsal.
It made sense, this building wasn't necessarily a 'survival mode" vibe. Maybe a few indoor scenes would do the job, but it wouldn't be enough for the series.
"I want you to run along with Kendall to grab some snacks, go around the room and see what we're missing and restock!" Finn brightly smiled to Jules before turning to you. "Now, what should I do with you?"
Man, you wished you could replace Kendall right now because now you were alone
"She can help me with the makeup," a lady spoke up from a few feet away. She was a very tall, black-haired woman with a few facial piercings who looked like she was in her middle 20s. "We still need to practice to see how it'll look on the screen this week"
Finn looked at you and back at her before shrugging and nodding. "Works for me." He was already walking away before he turned back around, "but don't let her apply too much, I don't want them looking caked up in front of the camera." Lightly scoffing, you made your way to the girl as he walked away.
Standing there in discomfort, you waited for her to lead you in any type of direction to make this task go by quicker. Makeup was not your thing, or at least when it came to doing someone else's.
"I'm Violet, by the way," the girl smiled kindly at you as she handed you a black apron. "You must be y/n."
Taking the apron, you opened it to find in white writing 'TLOU Crew.' "How'd you know? Did me not knowing the cast spread that fast "
Giggling, she shook her head. "Yes and no," she grabbed one of her many make up bags and began looking through it. "Your name tag."
Looking down, you forgot they had written your name on the sticker during the short-lived meeting with Finn. Redness filled your face as you averted your eyes somewhere else, too embarrassed to make eye-contact.
"Anywho," Violet chuckled while putting one hand on her hip. "I thought maybe I could do my normal routine while you can just do the small stuff like brush their eyebrows or hair."
Squinting your eyes, you just gave her a confused look. "Brush their eyebrows? Work with their hair? Isn't the eyebrows fairly too easy for you to need the help and don't you guys have certified hairstylists?"
"Would you rather do more complicated things like taking their never-ending customized coffee orders?" She replied, making you immediately reject the idea. "I volunteered you to help me because I feel like working on harder tasks your first day would only be stressful."
How thoughtful of her.
"Plus, today's not a complicated schedule-," she added as she began lining her brushes around her small table. "-think of it as a practice run over a few lines, but for multiple scenes. We probably have like max 5 people I need to work on so no need for many artists."
There was another older lady in the other side of the table on her phone, probably another experienced makeup artist who knew the drill.
"Got it, today is a light day," you responded back, causing her to smile and hand you a hairbrush.
"See, you have the right mindset," she declared, nudging her head to the side. "And you better keep it because you have your first clients coming in."
Eyes widening, you swiftly twisted your body to see two young girls and Nick come in. Three people, that shouldn't be hard.
"You better make me look adorable," Nick pointed a finger at you as he sat down on a chair near you, causing you to let out a shy laugh as Violet motioned you to come closer.
"I'm going to prep his skin, go to Bella and Nico and ask them to do the same," she advised. "They usually do it themselves on these days to make the process faster."
Nodding you walked to the two young girls, not knowing which was who. The girls were chatting with each other before one with big curls noticed your presence before smiling brightly. "Skin routine, huh? Don't worry, we were about to begin."
Immediately, you noticed her beautiful accent that caused you to stare at her in shock.
"Looks like you frightened her," the other girl laughed, making you glance at her right after. They both had the strong accent.
"Sorry!" you blush, trying to avert your eyes away from them. "I just never heard a British accent- or at least one in person before."
The first girl giggled, waving her hand as a way to prove she didn't mind. "We get that all the time when we visit, it's okay- I never really hear your accent unless I am working on a new project."
"I don't have an accent- you have one," you declare, causing them to laugh harder.
"You seem really amazed by it, is it because you fantasize over Harry Potter or something?" the second girl jokingly questioned, making you chuckle.
"I wish, but I only watched one of his movies and never read the books," you sigh before continuing. "But one of my favorite bands are British so I just get a little loss for words whenever I hear one. It's such a beautiful tone- not to be weird or anything!"
"I agree, New Yorker's just sound so...angry," the first girl shivered. "Which band are you into? Maybe we know them"
"The 1975-"
"Aww, did you do your research on me to make up for earlier," you heard a voice boost through the area. Turning around, you noticed it was the man who called you a tomato, Pedro.
He gave you a cheeky smirk with a look in his eyes as if he knew torturing you will never get old- unless of course you started crying.
"No, you idiot-," the second girl rolled her eyes as he sent her a playful glare for the insult. "-she's talking about the band."
"Wait, you were born in 1975?" you lightly asked, your mind all scrambled in your heard trying to figure out how old he would be now. "that m-
"Yes, I am old!" Pedro fake cried, holding his heart with his hand. "You don't need to remind me that these wrinkles will never go away."
"Well if you had a prepped your skin throughout the years your skin would have been as smooth as a baby's butt like mine," you heard Nick comment from his chair, eyes closed as Violet just laughed in agreement while applying sunscreen on his face.
Pedro just rolled his eyes as the first girl began talking again. "By the way, I love the 1975! Never seen them live though, but they are definitely on my playlists."
You smiled, already feeling comfortable within the environment. Maybe being alone wasn't going to be that terrible.
"I heard he makes out with fans during his concerts," the second girl scrunched her nose in disgust. "Isn't he worried he would end up catching something."
"He probably gets check ups all the time, Bella," the first girl commented, or you suppose Nico since you now know which one was Bella.
"I would catch any disease if it meant I got to kiss Matty Healy for five seconds," you replied, causing the girls to stare at you in astonishment that you just said that so freely.
Maybe talking about your favorite band is slowly making you more confident?
You heard Violet let out a loud laugh as Nick disagreed, saying something about how young girls are too adventurous nowadays but it was true. Matt Healy was a very attractive man whose kiss could probably heal heartaches.
"Isn't he like in his 30s? Aren't you a little too young to be kissing an older man like him?" Violet questioned, making you shrug.
"Maybe I have a thing for older men."
"Wouldn't call a guy who constantly makes out with fans a man," Pedro snorted. "That's a boy."
Nick hummed in agreement as you suppressed a laugh. "How old are you anyway?"
Standing up straight you stared at him and he did the same back. "Guess."
"That never ends up good," Violet chuckled before examining you up and down. "But 18."
Shaking your head, you were young but not that young. At least your skin still made you look like a teenager, god bless.
"25," Bella answered in which you denied that as well.
"29" Nico tried but was wrong.
Nick sat up from his seat to really figure out your age before easily answering "32" and becoming shocked when you denied it. "Woah, are we at least going in the right direction?"
"Violet was headed there."
Pedro sat up in shock at your response. "You're a teenager?!"
"Would it be so wrong if I was?" you questioned. "I would love to live longer."
"She's 21," the other makeup artist who was long forgotten during this conversation casually spoke up, eyes lifting from her phone. The rest of us just stared at her as she did the same back, confused. "What? She fantasizes over an older man but is doing an internship- sounds like what every 21 year-old does."
Gasping, you held a hand over your mouth as everyone laughed at how accurate she was. She was indeed right, but you wouldn't necessarily call your crush on Matty Healy a fantasy- just a strong imagination of being his lifelong lover that would probably never happen because he doesn't know you exist.
"She's right, huh" Nico spoke up as she noticed you didn't fight back.
"Sadly."
After that whole fiasco trying to find out your real age, Violet began working on Pedro after she finished with Nick. Nico and Bella were almost done with their makeup with the other artist when Violet called you over.
Walking towards the chair, you noticed that she had already finished his base with an extremely natural look, not wanting to add too much or it wouldn't look realistic.
"Can you brush his brows and apply some powder on places that need it? I need to finish Bella off with a few final touches," Violet asked, in which you nodded as she pointed to the products needed to do so. "Don't worry if you mess up, it doesn't need to be perfect."
That didn't make you feel any better.
Standing awkwardly as she walks off, you searched around her overload of makeup table to grab the items she just pointed at.
You decided to do his eyebrows first which would be extremely weird because you've never done this before- or at least to a man.
Surprisingly, Pedro hadn't teased you at all since you arrived by his side to help. He actually just laid there silent and watched Violet direct you through her moves before she left.
Maybe he was cutting you a break for once.
You were proven wrong when you leaned forward and aimed your hand towards his face before he quickly tried biting your hand, causing you to squeal and drop the brush on his face, jumping back.
"Very unprofessional," he declared, picking up the brush that had fallen down from his face to his neck up before looking up at you. "Do you hit all of your clients?'
"You did that on purpose!" you glared, smacking his arm as he sent you a playful wink.
"And what are you gonna do about it? Tell on me?" he teased until you grabbed the brush from his hands and swiped it across his brows hard, causing him to hiss in pain. "God damn, woman!"
Laughing as he gripped his forehead area, he gave you a dirty look as you begin the process of patting his face, even hitting his face a little harder than usual in some spots to make sure you got your revenge.
Once done, you examined his face to make sure you were pleased with the results- in which you were.
"All done?' Violet asked, walking up beside you, checking out your work. "Nicely done, but why does he look grumpy?" she added, as he huffed. "and why is he holding his face?"
"Who knows?" you shrug as Pedro scoffs, watching you walk away as Violet calls out afterwards that you were free to go.
As you were walking back to find where the rest of the interns were, you turned your head to find Pedro's eyes still on yours. You gave him an evil smirk as he pointed his finger at you before swiping his thumb across his neck.
You giggled, about to respond back but you were interrupted when a hand tapped your shoulder. Turning around, you find that it was two of the interns, Joon and the girl who was supposedly in love with Pedro, her name tag claiming she was Kendall.
Was this the girl that Jules went did her errands with? Most likely.
"Are you done with the makeup? We need help arranging the equipment for what's gonna be used today," Joon softly smiled as Kendall just stared at you with no emotion.
Nodding, you followed after them as they walked towards the other side of the set. Soon, you had forgotten about the actor and your little battle as endless wires and heavy weights distracted you.
It wasn't till you physically couldn't bare holding the strong stands that the three of you were told you could take a lunch break. Pulling out your phone, you hadn't realized half the day had went by with all the work you were too engaged in.
"You wanna grab lunch with us? We were thinking about going to this small cafe down the street, the reviews look great," Joon asked as Kendall just sent you a small nod in agreement.
The three of you got along pretty well during the hours you spent together. You feel closer to Joon as he did talk the most, but Kendall did try to start little talks so it wouldn't be weird.
I mean we all kind had to get along in order for this job to work.
"I would but I should look for my friend-"
"I think she had her lunch already, I saw her walking by earlier eating a burrito," Kendall replied. Of course she ate already.
Going over the idea in your head a few times, you nodded. You were starving and you suppose its better to not be a loner right now. "Why not?"
As the three of you walked through the set, you didn't miss some of the glances you guys received as your footsteps were pretty loud. It looked like they were wrapping up on one of the scenes as the director was in deep focus on whatever he was lecturing to them on.
"I hope you guys like walking because I took a cab here," Joon chuckled, causing you to laugh.
"Don't worry, I did the same."
Putting on your big coat, you waited until Kendall was done tying the scarf around her neck before walking towards the exit. Close to the door, you halted when you heard someone call your name.
"Y/n!" you saw Bella jogging towards you making Joon and Kendall freeze their movements.
Shifting slowly, you gave her a curious look. "Yes?"
"We wanted to know if you wanted to have lunch with us?" she smiled before looking behind you to find the two others. "You guys can come too!"
Swinging your arms in front of you, you reject her offer as fast as she asked you. "Oh no, no- I'm all good," you decline, not wanting to feel like a bother. "You guys enjoy your own thing-"
"C'mon, how else are we gonna tease Pedro if you aren't there to get him riled up first?" she chuckled as you felt your face on fire.
"Maybe next time?" you kindly suggest, watching as she pouts but nods.
Lifting her right hand up, she sways it around. "Alright, but don't be surprised if Pedro haunts you because of this."
"Why would he?" you heard Kendall quickly question, making Bella tilt her head at her fast counter.
"Because he's the one who asked me to invite her-." Bella casually states before turning to you. "-which you declined so I hope he teases you all week for leaving Nico and I hanging."
Ignoring the first part of her last statement, you playfully nudge her before waving your goodbyes as she skips back to the rest of the cast. Beginning your walk to the cafe, the three of you had little talk about where you grew up, which schools you attended, and why you wanted to work for the film industry.
If it weren't for the freezing temperatures you would say you really enjoyed the walk, too bad you couldn't.
It wasn't until you were seated that Kendall decided to speak her mind on what she was really curious about:
You.
"So, I wonder why Pedro specifically asked you to join him for lunch and not the rest of us?" she randomly revealed as you were taking a sip of your coffee, almost choking on it once you heard her clearly. "Do I sense favoritism?"
Joon stifled a laugh, shaking his head at her last comment. "Doubt it, but I did wonder the same thing until I realized she did help with their makeup. That's intimate enough to make her at some level close to them."
You don't really know Kendall but she's been decent enough to be around until the cast comes to mind. Maybe she wants to be close to them? You're not sure, maybe Jules was right about her all along- who knows.
What you did know though was she was very quick to question and jump to conclusions.
"What did you even talk to them about?" Kendall eyed you, making you tense up a bit. She is very intimidating when she's curious.
"Nothing much-,' you shrug, messing with the napkin in front of you. "Mainly about the 1975 since the girls are British."
"You like the 1975?" Joon asked and you nodded. "I love them!"
Ears perking up after hearing this, you smiled hard. This new information just made Joon 10x better.
"I don't know who they are," Kendall intervened, trying to find some voice in the topic.
The rest of the hour was filled with Joon and you playing the 1975's albums to Kendall as she tried her best to hide her annoyance by shoving her food in her face.
She was definitely not a fan of talent.
Going back to work was a bit easier than before after finding comfort with a lot of the people around you. The three of you were still stuck doing the same job as you heard some of the other interns were either picking up props needed for a scene or being a personal assistant to Finn.
In fact, you hadn't seen many people as rehearsal was moved to another building on the lot. Another hour or two went by before Finn went up to Joon and you to cut you for the day.
"At least we don't have to stay late," Joon beamed, taking off the gloves he was wearing before folding them back into his little backpack. "I heard he's making some people stay till 6 for some heavy-lifting duties- thank god I wasn't chosen."
"Why? Because you aren't strong enough?" you laughed as he let out a small gasp in offense.
"To think we were becoming best friends," he pouted. "But I had a back injury over a year ago so they can't really make me lift anything more than 30 pounds."
Feeling bad for teasing him, you immediately tried taking back your horrible joke. "I didn't mean t-"
"It's cool, no need to beg for forgiveness," he smiled. "Just a little something I don't tell many people, it isn't a big deal majority of the time."
Throwing a weak- but sincere smile, you nod along. Sure it wasn't a big deal right now, but later it could get worse. You didn't want him to know you felt bad but you assumed he knew by the pity upon your face.
Waving your goodbyes, you texted Jules to figure out where she was. It was a strange feeling not seeing each other all day despite working in the same building, but you did live together so it wasn't like you were missing much.
Finding her fake laughing at some guy's joke, her eyes met yours once you appeared by the door of the break room. Immediately, she patted the young boy who didn't look a day over 18 on the back before skipping happily towards you.
"I take it you had a fun day?"
"The best," she grinned, flipping a piece of hair behind her back. "I finally know what an affogato is- it really isn't that amazing as it sounds though. Just a shot of espresso poured on top of a drink."
Laughing, both of you continued down the hall in hopes of quickly finding a cab to take you to the subway. With the timing of your release, you were sure there was going to be so much traffic out these doors that you weren't ready to deal with.
Swinging the exit door open, you didn't expect to find Joon waiting outside with his hands in his pockets, looking down the street praying for an available cab to drive by.
"That hard to catch a ride, huh" Jules sighed, pulling out her phone as Joon slumped, bummed out. "Uber it is."
Seconds later you felt the doors behind you open again but didn't bother to turn, Joon and you too focused on peeking at Jules' phone as she complained about why an app that was supposed to be used when in need always took forever to arrive.
Two people walked a few feet to the side of you three and that's when you could see from the corner of your eye their figures stopping. Moving your head, you caught a view of a man scanning his phone and another glancing at you. It was Pedro.
"And what are you doing out here in the cold, you look like a chihuahua shivering to death," he chuckled, taking steps towards you.
"Is that a compliment?" you questioned, tilting your head as he gave you a smug look, making you guess for yourself.
"Pretty sure he's means you look like a rodent," Jules dryly commented, swiping through her phone before groaning loudly. "Goddammit! The nearest driver is 25 minutes away, I don't want to be waiting that long for a ride that's probably gonna be my whole day's pay."
Realizing the situation you and your friends were in, Pedro lifts a hand trying to get attention. "You guys need a ride? I drove here and-"
"No thank-," you intervene.
"-yes, please," Jules cuts you off, sending you a small glare as you gave one back.
You were not going to ask someone you met just this morning for a ride home. It's too much.
Pedro laughed at the sight of you two yelling at each other through your minds. Telepathy really works when it comes to your friends. Joon just stood there, not really caring what decision we came to terms with. He figured since Jules and you stayed with him long enough he could join along with whatever you two did, so it was up to you guys to make the final move.
"Okay, don't kill each other," Pedro joked, making you move your eyes away from Jules back to him. "How about I drive you three home and you can help me with my makeup this week- so you won't feel like you're taking too much from me."
Squinting, you made a face. "But I already have to do that- it's part of my job."
"She agreed! Let's go," Pedro exclaimed, waving his right arm to you guys to follow him, ignoring you as you tried to debate as to why doing your job wasn't helpful enough.
As Jules kept trying to shut your mouth by placing her palms on it during the walk inside the parking garage, Joon kept looking back confused. "Wait, what about the man? Was he leaving with you?"
Taking a quick glance towards the direction Joon was looking at, Pedro shrugged before pulling out his car keys. "His wife is picking him up."
Joon slowly nodded, not completely convinced that was the case but he'd let it go this time.
Hearing a car beep, you saw a very nice black car's light flash quickly. Walking up closer, Pedro went to the passenger side and opened it while staring at you. "Get in, loser."
Awkwardly standing there, you shook your head and look towards the backseat. "Uh, no- I'm fine with sitting in the back. Maybe Joon can have it since he is the tallest one here."
Joon shook his head. "I'm happy with sitting in the back, ladies first."
Pedro agreed with his last comment, lifting his head to get in the car as you continued to reject his kindness. He already offered you a ride home, you weren't able to take the front seat.
You both continued to fight about the seat before Jules flapped her arms and jumped inside instead. "We are not going to argue for hours over a seat, I'll take it."
Lowering your shoulders, you smiled as Pedro sent you a displeased look. Heading towards the door, Joon opened the door for you, kindly sending you a warm smile. You returned one back and moved to the seat behind the drivers.
Joon followed after you and sat behind Jules as you could see Pedro speed walk around the car, quickly jumping in. He turned towards the back, glancing at the two of you. "Where to?"
"Jules," you called out. She pulled out her phone and showed it to him before saying, "this is it."
"City girls," he blurted out. "The rats on the streets must be a sight to see."
"Let me see?" Joon asked before her phone was shoved to his face. "Hey, I live three streets away from here. Nice."
"We're basically neighbors," you nudged him, making him do the same as Pedro and Jules just stared at the both of you.
"Anyway," Pedro let out a small laugh, "let's go before I change my mind."
Putting the car in reverse, drive, and zooming off, we were on our way. The ride was filled with Jules playing with the radio, Pedro nicely trying to get her fingers off his screen, and Joon calling out the different trees he'd seen out the window the entire time.
At one point Joon even handed you his phone and asked for your number in case either of you needed help with the internship or the cheesy joke of one of you needing sugar in the middle of night.
Once he was dropped off, it took less than ten minutes to arrive to your apartment building.
"You can just pull in right there," Jules declared, pointing at an open spot in front of our lobby doors.
Taking a quit scan, you objected. "No, that's for emergencies only. Just go around the block, we can walk."
Jules protested, pleading Pedro to not give in to your nonsense. "This is an emergency- I want to go home already!"
"It's a red line; therefore, no parking."
Pedro laughed as you raised your voice, determined to not let him get away with this. You were not about to pay for a ticket just because she couldn't walk a few feet...and then a few more to get home.
"Is she always this stubborn?" Pedro jested, earning a hard raise of the eyebrows from Jules.
"You should see her when we study. If you aren't there on time you're kicked out of the discord." Smacking her arm, she huffs and smacks you back.
"I need to be apart of this discord," Pedro stated, making you roll your eyes.
"It's for students only, grandpa," you replied, causing him to gasp.
"That's not how you should treat someone who gave you a ride across town, intern," he retorted and pulled up along the red crub, making Jules laugh as you sent him a dirty look.
So he's pulling that card.
Jules opened her side of the door, stepping out before grabbing her bag and leaning down against the window. "Welp, I am going inside before he personally fires me for befriending you. See you inside and thanks Mr. man who can still get me fired even though he's not my boss!"
Next thing you knew, she was opening the entrance doors and sliding right inside them. It was time for you to go as well.
You could see him grab his phone, unlocking it, and then placing it right in front of your face. "Give me your number."
Scoffing, you pushed his hand away. "Not even going to ask?"
"We both know you're too difficult to easily agree to a question like that," he countered, pushing it back towards you, not leaving until you accepted it.
Was it unprofessional to be giving the main lead of a new television series your personal number? Maybe a lot of people do it, you mean there are plenty of workers who end up friends with cast members all the time on sets.
You're sure these workers have given their numbers away on multiple occasions.
Handing him back his phone, he grinned. "Great, now I can directly reach you whenever I need coffee."
"Only during work hours," you replied, shaking your pointer finger at him. "I don't get paid overtime unless I am on the clock."
He chuckled, twisting his body to get a better view of you. "Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that."
With that, he jumped out of the car and opened your car door, allowing you to step outside and be met with the freezing temperatures once again.
How much you hate the cold when its windy.
"See you tomorrow, kid," he scanned over, waiting for you to comeback with some snarky remark for his pet name.
Stepping away from his car and meeting the sidewalk, you turned around towards him to find him leaning against his door now, watching you to make sure you make it inside safely.
"Same with you- thanks for the ride, grandpa," you smirked, making him suppress a laugh as you turned your back to him again, making your way to the entrance doors.
Two feet away, you stopped when you heard him chant out your name. Seeing him inside his car with his passenger window rolled down, he tried his hardest to move his head against it to see you. "By the way," he started, "you don't look like a rodent."
Feeling flustered by the random yet sweet compliment, you tried hiding your big smile by waving him off, trying to hide your face with your hands and sped walked inside.
You hoped he didn't see the tint on your cheeks.
Unfortunately, your hopes never come true.
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal x ofc#tlou fanfiction#joel tlou#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal angst#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal x y/n#joel miller#joel miller x reader
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Love and Deepspace; when their S/O is a kpop idol
notes: brrr new fandom lets go. also yes i went MIA but hey im not like dead
the boys when MC is an idol :) this is self indulgent. im a zayne girlie but i got carried away with raf lol. im tired so this is unedited, poorly written, no structure, and kinda just rambling
Rafayel:
here me out
he was a fan for the longest time, creating multiple pieces based off of you and your likeness
you and your members go to one of his exhibitions and when you make eye contact he's immediately in love more than he was before
kinda in a weird way
but when you approach him first he's in shock and doesnt know what to do
after the initial talking period and when the relationship starts he acts like his normal self
attends every concert and fan meeting
spends hundreds of dollars on your albums, collecting your photocards and solo posters
brags about being your boyfriend on sns and your manager tries to get him to stop
thomas is so embarrassed everytime your manager reaches out and begs him to calm down cause its a bad image
doesnt care about the reporters, is willing to fight with elites over you and your reputation
he's a simp but is also kinda mean sometimes lol
is jealous when you go live and refuse to respond to him to at least an hour and makes his presence known in your chat
i find the image of the matching outfits, couples goals posts on sns, and articles where he names you his muse to just be so <3333
Xavier
You guys bumped into each other at a convenience store, both reaching for the same bag of chips
both flustered with red cheeks, you let him have it and apologized
awkward
so, so very awkward
both of you are stuck in a awkward, silent encounter and neither of you want to say anything
one of your members comes over to see whats taking you so long and realizes that you're in a standoff with a cute blond and decides to play cupid
it worked
you two end up becoming good friends, and then eventually some sort of situationship
he doesnt want to damage your career and acknowledges that you both dont have time to spend with each other
but still acts as a loving boyfriend, buying your albums, concert tickets, merch, birthday specials etc.
then when you guys go on a snack run, a reporter recognizes you and within the week you're caught up in dating rumours
deciding that you guys couldnt avoid the truth, the situationship turned into a real relationship
doesnt really make a big deal out of your relationship or your popularity. would rather spend your guys' spare time reading together, watching movies, eating good food and relaxing
the media eventually forgets but the fans dont
they love every piece of media that ever gets showed, glimpses of xavier in mirrors, reflections on water, glasses, windows. mentions of a lover in interviews when asked what inspired you
just a loving boyfriend who tries to give you a sense of normalcy outside of the flashing lights
Zayne
Childhood friends
he hates your career and how much soul it has taken from you, but also acknowledges that you love what you do and are willing to risk your health and privacy
zayne is the king of situationship lmao
dates all the time, dinners at small restaurants hiding in booths in the far corners since you both like to be alone, together
your members genuinely dont understand how hes "not your boyfriend"
has lingered on music video shoots, using his title as your personal doctor to not raise any eyebrows
doesnt go out of his way to buy your albums but... if hes at a corner store and sees it, he'll buy it. or two. or three.
keeps one of your photocards and a normal picture of you in his wallet, grayson found it on the floor in his office once after it fell out of his wallet and he could never live it down
the entire hospital staff knows but wouldnt say anything for fear of their life
always sending messages no matter what side of the world youre on. Please remember to eat, drink water, and rest as much as you can. Too much strain on your body can cause long-term side effects.
buys tickets to your concerts, trying to hold back his smile as you glow on the stage while performing in front of your many fans
yeah he gets jealous
wont say it
and you can barely tell
but the chill that fills the room when another idol hugs you and is being overly touchy is so very much obvious and has people rushing to do something else
a reporter approaches him and tries to ask about your dating life. he shuts them up with a glare. the reporter doesnt even dare publishing that article.
your fans have a basic idea of what zayne is to you, but they respect you enough to not make a scene of it.
then one of your members gets drunk on a live and asks about your boyfriend and it comes unravelled
you post a picture with him, captioned with a heart, and its never brought up again
has brought your fans food and drinks whenever they set up cafe events for support
he appreciates everything that your fans do for you and has asked them to take care of you when hes not around
your relationship is never actually made official but yall live together when you arent required to be at the dorms and own like two cats so idk
still the caregiver that we love
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#love and deepspace rafayel#love and deepspace xavier#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#loveanddeepspace
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SEVEN ROYALTIES
âonce upon a time a prince mistakenly fell in love with the wrong princessâ â kim sunoo
kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none (at least not that im aware of! please update me if you find anything!!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD !!
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NOTE. besties its been A REAL WHILE!! iâve been trying to balance my life but i fail miserably honestly. i wrote all of this on one of my free days instead of studying for math!!đ you better like it or iâll cry. please leave feedbacks!! i love reading them!! hope you have a good day / afternoon / evening / night!! mentions of jungwonâs story are here too!!<3
ây/n did you forget you have manners class today? get up!â your mother was the one to wake you up after your maids failed attempts, she pulled your blanket away and you groaned.
manners classes always annoyed you. probably because it had something to do with âhow to act in front of your future husbandâ rules and manners.
âdo i have to go?â you whined. your mother raised her eyebrow, âdid you really just ask me that question?â
you rolled your eyes and got up, âiâm up, you can go nowâ
she left your room without saying anything else. you sighed loudly and sat on your bed.
âgood morning your highness, letâs get you readyâ one of your maids smiled softly at you.
âgive me only five more minutesâ you begged and she shook her head, âyour mother will get furious if youâll be lateâ
you closed your eyes in defeat, you know sheâs right. sometimes you wish your mother wouldnât be so strict about everything in your life.
after getting ready you rushed to eat dinner with your parents, who were already waiting for you.
âmother, fatherâ you greeted them, without even a good morning.
your relationship with your parents is quite weird. if youâd be asked to address it you wouldâve said its a co-workers relationship. you barely talk about your problems with them, nor they ask about your well-being. all they care about is royalty, royalty and royalty.
âhave you heard? hybeâs kingdom will have a ball for their youngestâs birthdayâ your father spoke.
âoh yes! i saw the invitationâ your mother answered, âitâs a no-adults party except for his older brothers, y/n youâre invited thereâ
you glanced at your mother who was busy cutting her bread, âhm?â
âhybe kingdom invited all younger royals to celebrate the youngest sonâs birthday, youâre definitely going!!â your mother smiled.
âyouâll be able to meet your future husband there! we didnât want you two to meet up yet but who knows, maybe itâll be a start of somethingâ your father added.
âweâll tell you into more details later, now go to your class! your teacher is waitingâ your mother ordered and you did as she said.
youâve had manners classes as soon as you turned into a beautiful young lady, according to your mom, you shouldâve taken them earlierâso youâd be more prepared and will have some manners in front of her friends.
when you turned fifteen, your family already informed you they decided on your future husband, and you had no option to resist, they forced this marriage on you and didnât even give you the chance to say no.
youâve never heard of the man, you donât know anything about him. the only thing you do know is that youâre going to get married to him as soon as you turn 21 which means, your clock is ticking and youâre slowly going out of options.
ever since you can remember yourself, you wanted your own fairytale love story, a one love story that will make anyone envy you, a one true love story you can use when you want to tell your future kids a night story, a one true love story where youâd be the one to pick the person youâll spend the rest of your life with.
your parents however, thought it was a good joke, and always used to laugh at it.
âtrue love story? thereâs no such a thingâ your mother always says.
âwe got married for the benefit of our kingdoms, and we fell in love through the marriage, youâll get to experience it tooâ your father adds.
âmarrying someone you donât know isnât that bad! youâll get to know each other after the weddingâ your parents both love to laugh about it whenever they could.
your manners class shouldâve been called âhow to be a good wifeâ class in your opinion, you learn nothing other than how to behave around your future husband and how to take care of him. stupid primitive royalties.
âgood morning y/n, letâs get to class quicklyâ your teacher who had been waiting for you in your usually room greeted you and you greeted her back.
âwhat do you do if your husband tells you that heâs tired from duties and heâs hungry but the maids are already asleep?â you teacher asked.
you sighed before answering, âi get up and massage him, then go to the kitchen and make him something the eatâ
your teacher clapped her hands in excitement, âthatâs all for today, good job!â
this life is tiring.
when you look at your other friends who youâve met in ball events, they seem to enjoy their single life. none of them was promised to marry someone they donât like, so where did you go wrong?
feeling too tired from class, you decided to go and take a short nap, it wouldnât hurt to go back to sleep right? itâs not like you have something important to do anyway.
before going to nap you laid down on your bed and stared at the ceiling.
âwill i ever get to meet the person i would choose to marry?â you asked yourself before you drafted to sleep.
âsunoo!! focus!â while you were sleeping loudly, the fifth prince of hybe kingdom was busy taking manners class.
âi was just now at (your kingdomâs name) kingdom, how come itâs easier to teach ladies than gentlemen?â his teacher complained.
his teacher is your teacher as well, but of course both of you doesnât know that.
âi apologizeâ sunoo quickly then bowed as an apologetic gesture.
âfocus!â the teacher tsked and sunoo sat straight.
âif your wife comes home from duties and she tells you sheâs quite tired, what do you do?â she asked.
âiâd ask her to tell me how her day was and iâll make her some foodâ sunoo smiled widely and the teacher shook her head.
âno, no, no! you ask your maids to make her something to eat!â his teacher sounded disappointed.
sunoo pout, he didnât understand the logic behind it all, a husband needs to take care of his wife, and what are those manners classes? who made those stupid classes anyway?
out of all 7 brothers, his parents chose him as the one who needs to suffer the most in his opinion.
sunoo is the only one who has been taking manners classes, and heâs the only one whoâs promise to marry someone he doesnât know.
does his parents think he wonât be able to find someone heâd like to marry?
âthatâs it for today, practice and study more! for the next time i want you to be betterâ the teacher left without giving him a chance to send her off.
she must be really angry then, huh?
sunoo then sighed and gathered his papers.
âtough day?â he heard a voice and shoot his eyes to the figure who was standing right at the door.
âyou could say thatâ sunoo nodded and dropped his glance.
jungwon pitied his older brother, he has always been the one to suffer from their parentsâ endless bickering, and jungwon always wondered whyâs that.
âjust hold it in for a while, itâs going to end soonâ jungwon walked closer to his brother and pat his shoulder.
sunoo groaned, âeasy for you to say, you already basically know who youâre going to marryâ
jungwon smiled a bit, âmom and dad are starting to get on your nerves, arenât they?â
sunoo nodded, âcanât they just let me live my life the way i want to?â
a door slammed and you woke up immediately.
âi apologize your majesty, the queen asked me to wake you up from your napâ one of your maids said, âshe wants to meet you in the gardenâ
you dismissed your maid and went down to your castleâs garden, your favorite place on earth.
âmother,â you called her, âyou were asking for meâ
your mother who was sitting on one of the benches turned her glance to you and smiled, âdo you know why i called you, y/n?â she asked.
you shook your head and moved closer to her.
âyour wedding of course!â she opened her arms and hugged you.
you let out a big sigh, of course! why would she want to talk with you about anything else?
âiâm joking, jokingâ she giggled, âi was a bit bored, i wouldnât mind some companyâ
you nodded and proceeded to sit on the bench next to her. both of you sat in silence, she looked pretty relaxed, but youâre always being extra careful around her.
âhave you ever heard of hybe kingdom?â she suddenly asked.
âno, the only thing i know about them is that theyâre seven siblings, and each one is soon to get a throneâ
âtheir family is quite weird i must say,â your mother chuckled, âthe oldest son is going to marry a commoner! can you believe it??â
you nodded, âif they really do love each other, they deserve to be happy togetherâ
your mother looked at you in disbelief, âitâs not a good reason to break a royal rule!â she argued.
âwhat royal rule? theyâre ancient and no oneâs even looking at them anymore!!â you argued back.
âancient or not!! a royal rule is a royal rule!!â
âsometimes love is more important than a stupid rule!!â
âyouââ your mother stopped for a second to take a deep breathe, âif thatâs another way of you to try and convince me to let you marry whoever you want, itâs not going to workâ
you rolled your eyes and looked away, âyou donât even realize how important it is to meâ you mumbled and she stayed quiet, completely ignoring what youâve just said.
âyouâre going to meet your soon to be husband at hybeâs kingdom party, you should be preparedâ
eventually you left her alone and went back to your room, you had nothing to talk about together anyway.
âthere you are sunoo!! weâve been searching for you!!â hybeâs queen remarked.
âhello motherâ sunoo whispered.
âyour teacher told me youâre not doing well!! sunoo, whatâs wrong with you?â she raised her voice and sunoo shut his eyes.
âif youâd just let me feel free and let me do what i want maybe iâll be able to be mannered enough for you!â he spoke back and his mother stepped back.
âsunoo!!â
âwhat? did i say something wrong? instead of letting me find someone iâd truly love and want to marry, youâre forcing me into it!â he raised his voice back.
âthis is not up to discussion!! your marriage is final!â his mother fired back, âitâs okay if you dont love her now, youâll force yourself into it and eventually fall in love!â
sunoo sighed and tears filled his eyes, âyouâd never let me live the way i want to, would you?â
his mother stayed quiet and he slowly nodded, âgot itâ he whispered and went to his room.
the next mornings felt all the same, manners class and getting back to sleep, it was the same for sunoo, other than the fact that he had to help his younger brothers with their own love stories. love stories that heâd never have.
âi donât know what to do, it hurts, i miss herâ jungwon cried to his older brother as he hugged him and suggested him a few steps.
looking at his brothers living freely as they want made him really happy for them, but also envy them for being their parentsâ favorite in his opinion.
eventually, ni-kiâs birthday came and everyone around the castle were busy getting ready.
âgood morning sunoo! time to get readyâ the maids said and he barely got himself up.
âyouâre going to meet your soon-to-be wife!! isnât that exciting?â jay, who came in together with sunooâs maids, decided to tease him a bit.
sunoo groaned and covered himself with his pillow.
âget up sleepy head! itâs your brotherâs birthday today!! at least wish him a happy birthday!!â jay took the pillow and threw it at him a few times.
sunoo really didnt want to wake up today. dont get him wrong, he loves his brother, its just something about today that makes it extremely hard for him to wake up.
âright, what was her name again?â this was the exact reason sunoo couldnât wake up, his parents couldnât even recall his future wifeâs name!
ânevermind, you need to go get ready!â his father commented.
âyouâll know it when you see her, sheâs awfully pretty!â both of them said and pushed him back to his room to get ready.
âoh my dear! youâre awfully pretty!â your mother clapped as you gave her a twirl of your dress.
âyouâre only saying that because youâre my momâ you scoffed and she shook her head.
âyou really are really pretty, our pretty princessâ your father got involved and smiled.
you gave them a short smile, âthank youââ
âcan you believe it? youâre going to meet your future husband!! are you ready for it?â your mother stepped closer to you, cupping your cheeks in both hands.
ânoâ you sighed. âwell then, be ready for it! we donât want him to think youâre messy and unorganizedâ
what does not being ready for this even have to do with being messy and unorganized??
you just nodded and closed your eyes. if you start crying now, the beautiful makeup your maid had put on you would get ruined.
âweâre so proud of you, y/nâ both of them said and you just nodded.
âoh! you look exactly like a princeâ his brother sunghoon remarked. âi didnt look like one up until now?â sunoo rolled his eyes but sunghoon only chuckled.
âhey im just joking, you look really good sunooâ the older complimented him and sunoo smiled, âthank youâ
âoff you go!! enjoy the party!â your parents said as they sent you off to hybe kingdom, with a thumping heart you smiled and nodded.
five minutes into the drive and it finally sank into your mind, your parents never mentioned his name, not even once.
quick!! what should you do?? risk it all and just continue the drive and hope to find him in mysterious way? or get back to your parents and ask them for it??
obviously option one is the best option.
âwe have arrived, your majestyâ your driver informed you and went out to open the door for you.
you took a few deep breaths, âyou can do itâ
as you got out you saw lots of princesses and princes, all entering the big and beautiful castle.
âplease welcome princess y/n from (name of kingdom)â the door opened for you and all eyes were on you, you hated it, you hated this welcoming.
it was somehow a royal thing, to inform of a royal entering a castle, but then what? it drew everyoneâs attention to you.
you felt everyoneâs gaze on you, mumbling nothings and whispering whatever. you slowly entered deep into the crowd until the other royals didnt care about you anymore.
âhello there, beautyâ you heard someone say, you turned around to meet with a very pretty looking guy.
âhelloâ you replied back and extended him your hand for him to kiss.
you hated this too, the feeling of a stranger on your hand, why was this even a royal rule??
âi couldnât stand seeing you alone soââ
âand finally, please welcome the hybe familyâ all of your heads turned to the door.
first one to enter was prince heeseung, you could see him searching for a specific person in the crowd and as soon as he saw her, he smiled.
second to enter was prince jay, he looked super focused, he too, was searching for a specific person in the crowd.
third to enter was prince jake, he looked so peaceful somehow, as if he already knew where was the specific person he was searching for.
fourth to enter was prince sunghoon and god, his visuals were no joke, whoever will end up with him definitely won a handsome one of a kind.
fifth to enter was prince sunoo, as soon as he entered you felt as if the world had stopped.
you two somehow made an eye contact for a few good seconds, as if he already found the person he was searching for.
is heâŠ.? no, he canât be, can he?
the voice of the welcoming of the sixth prince woke you up from your deep thoughts.
sixth to enter was prince jungwon, he looked around, smiling at everyone while obviously trying to search for someone.
âand lastly, please welcome the birthday boy, riki!â as the seventh prince riki entered, everyone clapped and cheered.
only he, was smirking at everyone. he was definitely up to something.
as the party started, you started to feel tired. what if you just ditch early? no one will notice anyway.
you started walking towards what you thought was the exit, turns out it was a door for the castleâs garden.
âgreat, how do i get out nowâ you mumbled.
you heard steps behind you and turned around immediately.
your eyes widened as you saw the person that was standing in front of you.
âhelloâ he said with a warm smile.
âprince sunooâ you whispered under your breath, âhelloâ
âyou probably have already heard who i am, but iâm sunooâ he said and bowed to you.
you couldnât understand why, but you felt your cheeks heating up. focus y/n, focus!!
is he your promised prince?
âiâm l/n y/nâ you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, âyou look awfully pretty, y/nâ
you said you hated it, hated it when a stranger kissed your hand, but why did it feel so different when he did it?
you wanted him to keep kissing your hand, and maybe not only your hand.
no, y/n what are you thinking!!
sunoo couldnât explain it, ever since he laid his eyes on you, he felt something.
you were so, so pretty in his eyes. he saw the whole crowd but his eyes only looked at you. he wanted to get to know you more, heâs more than 100% sure youâre promised to him, how could his parents forget your beautiful name?
and if it turns out youâre not the one whoâs promised to him, heâs more than determined now to make you his wife.
âwould you like to have a dance y/n?â he suddenly asked, looking into your soft eyes.
you could still hear the music at the back, you enjoy dancing anyway, so why not?
âiâd love thatâ you replied.
sunoo took your hand and guided you, you were extremely close to each other.
your hands were around his neck, and his held your waist.
âhow come iâve never seen you before?â he asked.
âiâm not the type to go to royal celebrations, i came here for the first time since iâm kind of forced to meet my future husbandâ you replied softly.
âfuture husband?â sunoo disappointedly looked down.
did you already find your future husband? your promised one?
you shook your hand, âi have yet to find him, but now that iâm being here with youâŠâ you stayed quiet for a bit, âi think i found himâ
oh you were bold. what if he already has someone heâs going to marry to?
âoh,â he suddenly said and chuckled, âi think i already found my future wife tooâ
both of you shared a long eye contact, god he was so attractive and you were so beautiful in his eyes.
you changed position and crossed your hands together, going in circle while not even breaking your eye contact for a mere second.
you didnât want to let go of each other, as the song ended, so did your dance.
you decided to sit on one of the benches at the garden and share a little conversation.
a little conversation ended up lasting for almost until midnight. youâve been at the garden since eight pm.
you talked about your hobbies, your family, your miserable life with your manners classes.
âno way! youâre having them too?? i thought only my parents were old schoolâ he said in excitement.
âyeah, i guess both of us are experiencing the old school parentsâ you chuckled.
the conversation just kept on going further and further until the maids reminded you itâs time to go.
both of you got up from the bench and looked at each other.
âi donât want this night to endâ you pout.
sunoo giggled and put his hands around your waist.
âi donât want it to end eitherâ he replied.
it was a comforting silence between the two of you, until he started getting closer.
âcan iâŠ..?â he asked and you nodded.
he crushed his lips on yours and held you tightly. you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck.
the kiss was so innocent and sweet, as if youâre having your first teen love.
as you slowly let go of the kiss you opened your eyes and giggled.
âthere youâam i interrupting something?â you recognize this prince, itâs prince jake.
ânot at all, i was just about to leaveâ you said after and curtsied to the prince.
you walked away but not before whispering into sunooâs ear, âhopefully i get to see you againâ
as you left, jake pushed sunoo and cheered for him. âyou found her didnât you!!â
sunoo smiled, his cheeks still blushing from the kiss you shared a few minutes ago. it was just like in the love stories he liked to read.
âoh! her name is minju!â
no. this canât be.
after the celebration, his parents came up to him to ask him how was meeting his future wife.
only then he realized he has been wrong this whole time.
âwhat?â he asked.
they nodded and smiled, âweâre so glad you enjoyed! we were actually worried about you not liking herâ
âi need to sleepâ he mumbled.
âwhat?â
âi need to sleep nowâ he said louder.
his parents left his room, shocked and speechless. did they say something wrong?
ây/n dear, how was the party?â your parents came up to you, theyâve probably been waiting for you to get back.
you knew they didnât really care about the party, but more about the person youâve met there.
you already knew that the person youâre promised to marry wasnât sunoo, but you couldnât help it but fall in love with him.
you realized it wasnât sunoo halfway into your conversation. your parents told you a few facts about your future husband, and none of them matched sunoo. still, you kept on spending the night with him instead of going to search your promised one.
âit was fineâ you replied.
âjust fineâŠ.?â they asked surprised.
âyeahâ
âwhat aboutâŠ.?â
âoh, it was amazing actually, i already feel myself falling for him, heâs the person i want to marry to and no one elseâ you smiled, âever since i saw him i only think of himâ
your parents looked at you in confusion. they werenât expecting to hear that from you, especially because you hated this idea.
âare youâŠdoing okay?â they asked and you nodded, cheeks heating up after remembering your past events.
âiâll be going to sleep nowâ you skipped to your room happily, leaving your parents dumbfounded.
the next day you woke up, ây/n! you got a letterâ one of your maids brought your letter to you and you opened it.
âmeet me at xxxx around 9pm â sunooâ
you smiled after reading the letter, and you couldnât help but wait for the eve to come.
around 8:30pm you sneaked out, telling your parents you werenât feeling well and getting out slowly and surely, no one noticed you.
you arrived the place and waited for him. you sat on a bench and looked at the sky.
the sky was so dark and the stars were shining brightly, you enjoyed looking at the sky, until you couldnât see anything.
someone covered your eyes, âguess whoâ you heard a familiar voice and chuckled.
âmy future husbandâ you said.
this new nickname you gave him made him flutter each time he hears it coming out of your mouth.
he removed his hands and pecked your cheeks, âding ding ding, we have a winnerâ he smiled and went to sit next to you on the bench.
âi missed youâ he added.
âyou saw me yesterdayâ you replied.
â24 hours without seeing you, my heart canât handle itâ he held his hand against his heart and you rolled your eyes, âyouâre so cheesyâ
âyou didnt mind it yesterdayâ he shrugged, âi still donâtâ
both of you chuckled and kept talking with a wide smile all over your faces.
the two of you knew, you knew youâre not promised to each other, you knew you wonât end up getting married to each other, so why does none of you bring this up?
you kept talking and talking without even realizing it was past 3 am. you have manners class later today, you have to get some sleep.
âyou have to go?â he asked and you nodded sadly.
âmy parents will kill me if i dont wake up in timeâ you sighed.
âletâs meet up tomorrow too, same time, same placeâ he said and you nodded.
you pecked his lips and ran back, leaving him with blushing cheeks.
none of you wants to admit it, but youâre not going to end up together. so youâll just spend your time together as long as you can, holding into the fact that maybe, maybe you actually will have a chance to marry each other.
your sneaking out became a usual thing for you and sunoo, you really did keep your promise and met up every day.
âhow do you want our wedding to be?â he asked you once.
your head was resting on his lap as he caressed your hair.
âmy family, your family, and maybe just a few important royals, in your castle too, because thatâs where we first metâ you smiled and he smiled back at you.
both of you knew itâs not really going to happen, but you still held into the hope that maybe, against all the odds, maybe you will be able to change your fate.
âi love it, what do you think about honeymoon?â he asked in addition to the wedding part and you just giggled.
as you came back to your room that day from meeting sunoo, you noticed a figure sitting on your bed.
you got scared and immediately turned on the lights, just to notice it was your mother.
âmother,â you whispered.
âi thought youâre not feeling well?â she asked seriously.
âi-i went to catch some airââ âdont try to excuse yourselfâ she said firmly.
you looked down and sighed, âi met up with my future husbandâ
her serious face turned into a wide smile, âreally? what did you twoââ
âkim sunoo from hybe kingdomâ you cut her off as you just now told her who you met up.
âwhat?â she asked, the wide smile turning into confusion.
âi met up with sunoo, my future husbandâ you boldly said.
your mother laughed, âthat was a good joke! dont scare me like that againâ she continued to laugh but her laugh faded when she noticed you were serious.
âoh, youâre serious?â she asked and you nodded.
âi want to marry sunoo, momâ you said.
âthatâs not possibleâ she argued.
âwhy not? i love him, heâs the person i want to marryâ you said.
âa no is a no, i donât want to argue about itâ she got up.
âbut i do, i wonât marry any other person, even that âfuture husbandâ youâve been telling me to marryâ youâre a one stubborn child, and youâre not going to give up on sunoo that easily.
your mother sighed, âi will not argue about this with you, youâre grounded, iâll put hundreds of guards around just to keep you hereâ she raised her voice.
âyou can try and keep me here all you want! itâs not going to change my feelings!â you shout as she went out of your room.
sunoo wasnât doing any better, he too, got caught as he came back.
âno!â his mother argued, âyouâre promised to marry minji and thatâs final! i donât want to hear another word!â
sunoo scoffed, âout of all seven of us, you chose to be strict with me, now that i finally found someone i love, youâre taking her away from me? why did you let heeseung marry a commoner then?â he shout.
his mother stayed speechless.
âexactly, you have no good reasonâ he said in disbelief.
âyouâre not allowed to go out anymore until you realize what you just did, minju is your future wife and no one elseâ she said before smacking the door.
while both of you werenât allowed out of your castles, you could send letters one to other.
you kept communicating through that, however, it was slow and hard as one letter per day came in.
on one of the days you shared dinner with your parents, as usual you stayed quiet and didnât talk to neither of them.
only today was different, ây/n,â your father called you but you ignored.
âweâve decided to break off the agreement with the other kingdomâ he continued and your eyes light up.
âme and your mother decided itâs what best for you, and we want nothing more than to see you happyâ he said.
âdoes that meanâŠ..?â you whispered and your mother nodded, âyou can marry prince sunoo, we talked some sense in his parents tooâ
you looked at the clock and saw the time, 8:30pm.
you looked over your parents, âcan iâŠ.?â and they nodded.
you pushed away your chair and ran out of the castle to search for your sunoo.
you arrived at your place with a wild smile, expecting to see him already, your smile faded as you saw no one.
your eyes teared up, until someone covered your eyes behind you, âguess whoâ
without waiting, you turned around and hugged the person you were so longing for.
âmy future husband, my real future husbandâ you cried into the hug as he hugged you back tightly, not wanting to let you go.
âi missed youâ he said and you cupped his face.
âi love youâ you said before kissing him.
you caught him off guard but he was quick to kiss you back, holding your waist and getting you closer to him than ever.
both of you pulled away when you felt you were out of air.
you pressed your foreheads against each other with eyes closed, âitâs been so long, it feels so good to hold you again, i love youâ he said and you smiled.
âi was wondering how long itâs going to take for my parents to realize i only want to marry youâ you chuckled.
âtook them too longâ he scoffed and you nodded.
âwhatâs important is that youâre here nowâ you whispered.
âiâm here, forever and ever, i love youâ
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hii! dunno if you accept 2 prompts at a time but i'll shoot my shot!
can i request friends to lovers (from first link) and prompt 4 and 7 with sunny from omori? thank youu!!
' Promise you'll remember that you're mine '
Starring: Sunny | OMORI.
Sypnosis: Sunny had been realizing that real life can become a daydram simply by your presence, how is that possible?
Prompts: "The realization that the hugs they share will never be something that they can reciprocate with someone else" & "Anytime they sit next to one another, they find themselves touching. Shoulders, thighs, knees, their honestly never entirely sure how it happens but have accepted itâs unavoidable."
A/N: I do not take request anymore, yet i would find intresting if you have an idea and you can share it with me. Im sorry this took so long, i have been working a lot. Im also sorry if this turns out to be kind of depressive in some parts, have in mind you will be seeing this mostly from sunny's point of view and i think it would be kind of normal that he would have this kind of thoughts, by the way this is too short and i know, sorry.
Warnings: kind of angst in some parts, very light.
Whenever they sit next to one another, the inevitable brush of their fingertips, the undeniable caress of their shoulders, that feeling of comfort when their thighs touch, and the subtle heat that spreads through their bodies when all contact becomes inevitable, are all as familiar to them as breathing - familiar, and yet unrequited, as a soul tie - Despite the familiarity of these sensations, they remain unrequited due to fear. However, Âżwhat exactly is fear? ÂżHow do you explain the feeling that prevents you two from reciprocating each other's embrace?
ÂżIs it his fault? ÂżIs there another factor that becomes a burden when he wants to hold you? He is at the very epitome of human feeling in this moment, he didn't feel that before; Despair and hope at the same time by the same person, yet all you make him feel is hope, in everything. Yet Omori still holds his darkest feelings, desires and thoughts.
Even if he knows that he craves a human tie he finds himself retracting in any way he can from you. Âżwhat if he does it again? he can't stop thinking about it, but you are just so ethereal that he can't help but be drawn towards you. He is a monster, an assassin, Âżwhat would you like about him? He loves you, and he hates himself for that. He will corrupt you one way or another, but being with you, oh what a dream when he's with you he finds himself in a fairytale, it's better than the headspace, he can breathe.
Sunny was zoned out, but then he realizes that you were talking, he quickly apologized and asked you nicely to repeat youself as he tilted his head to the side. He was genuelly intrested in what you were saying.
"Im sorry, could you repeat that please?"
He was shaking slightly, Âżwhat could he do now? He doesnt even know how it really began, he can't tell anything about it else than the burning feeling on his chest and the suddent need to hold you in his arms for days, than the suddent need to protect you, for Omori is a waste of time, for Sunny love is something natual and real, something you make him feel.
He loves your voice, he loves it when its dedicated to him, he loves when he is the person you are looking at, Omori said it was egoistical yet Sunny only finds comfort on the sun that reflects on your eyes, its the only way he doesnt feel the soild falling on his feet, the only way he doesn't feel lost.
Sunny loves you, nobody is going to ever deny that, but oh how wonderfull it would be to tell you just how he loved you, if you only knew what he would do for you. He would do near everything, he just needs a chance, he doesn't ask for much, Âżdoes he?
He is desperated, clinging to his only ray of hope: You, if you knew you would stay or you would leave? What if you leaved him, what would he do after?... No, you won't leave, he will do whatever you want if you dont leave, he will beg on his knees for you to stay if it is necessary, he won't loose you.
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hi honey <3 what was going on in steveâs head while bug was driving him home from the halloween party? :) mwah!
finally have some time to respond to this blurb because a LOT was going through that silly boys brain </3
enjoy !
"i'll drive steve home." if steve had had anything to drink, those words wouldve sobered him up immediately.
however, hes stone cold sober as you stand before him, demanding him to argue with you.
he tries. he really does, but you have that glint in your eyes that steve had quickly learned meant youd get your way, no matter what.
for such a sweet and selfless person, you could be frustratingly stubborn sometimes.
steve is about tell you to just leave him alone, this is most eye contact hes made with you since july, but then you grab his hand and it all comes crashing back to steve.
your hand still fits perfectly within his, and for a second steve swears the pads of his fingers tremor when they graze against your palm, as if theyve exhaled with relief upon your touch.
when youve dragged steve outside, the tremors in his fingertips has become so uncomfortable that he has to drop your hand. hes afraid that if he doesnt, his knees will give out. after the shitty night hes had, he cant afford to spare any more of his pride.
steve sees the disappointment on your face when he drops your hand, and he feels the familiar pang in his chest. hes disappointed you again, upset you, but he figures its time hes evened the score anyways.
you hurt him first.
"not to make this awkward, but i kinda dont know where you live." you voice from the drivers seat. your tone is light, steve can hear how much youre trying to tell him without explicitly saying so.
hes tired of everyone treating him like a fucking idiot.
"make a left up here." he responds, staring out the window. he refuses to let you see him cry. nancys words are still ringing in his ears while your perfume clouds his mind.
its all so fucking confusing.
"do you want to talk about what happened tonight-"
steve once admired your selflessness, how open you are with what you feel and how deeply you feel it. then, you closed yourself off from him. shrouded your kindness from him and masked every feeling on your pretty little face without so much of an explanation. now, after finally being confronted with one another, you want to talk about fucking feelings?
yeah, sure. steve can do that.
"why do you only ever care about me when im some kicked fucking puppy?"
steve sees you flinch from the corner of his eye and the anger hes felt ever since july vanishes. "you know thats not true."
"its not?" steve remembers the look on your face that night the two of you saw jonathan in nancys bed. itd been the first time youd shown genuine sympathy towards steve, the first time hes ever truly had your attention.
then he remembers the alley, how youd begged him to not hurt jonathan and hed let his childish anger get the better of him anyways. steve remembers grabbing you and pulling you away from the others so that you wouldnt get hurt by the cops. he had just wanted to help you, and when he told you this he knew you saw the helplessness in his eyes. your lips had trembled as you looked at steve, you had cared about him, then.
you had almost stayed that day in the alley.
but then you left steve to go run after jonathan.
and this summer, steve doesnt know what happened between you and him, but you left again.
"then explain what happened this summer." steve knows himself. he knows that if you can give him any reason, anything, then hed welcome you back into his life with warm and worn arms.
your fingers tighten around the steering wheel. your eyes scan the empty road ahead and steve already knows what youll say. "i..."
nothing. you cant tell him a single fucking thing. delirious and heartbroken, steve laughs. "yeah, whatever. some real fucking friend you were."
and thats what hurts steve the most. you were his friend, you told him this yourself. minutes before you pulled away from him, youd been telling steve how much of a good friend he was.
you knew. he had told you how much hes struggled with connecting with others. you knew, and you still left.
nancy has provoked a different kind of hurt. she doesnt know steves deepest insecurities, or how hard he tries to be good enough for her. sure, steve felt a purpose being loved by her, but she couldnt have known this.
you were different.
and steve just wants to go home.
the silence settles, heavy. you take a shaky breath and steve has to pinch the skin on his arm so he doesnt reach out to hold you. "i got scared."
he cant help it. steve turns to you, your confession surprising him. "scared?"
"yeah, scared."
and just as quickly as youve opened back up to steve, you retreat.
anger rises again. "gee, y/n. that really explains a ton."
"im sorry, steve. i really am. its just... i got scared, ive never been good at letting people in. i know it doesnt excuse my actions, and you didnt deserve any of it, but you just... you scared me."
steve understands what its like to be scared of those around you, of giving someone the power to be vulnerable around them, but after everything thats happened with nancy tonight, he finds that he doesnt care anymore what vulnerability gets him. "turn right after this light."
something changes, then. steve notices your posture straighten, your jaw clenches and your knuckles are white against the steering wheel. theres a newfound spark now, a fight within you. "look, you came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me."
steves heart is pounding against his chest.
your voice shakes still. he knows, he can feel it, just how hard this is for you. "there you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. you asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and i just... i couldnt do it."
a pause, you look over at steve and you soften your voice, lacing it with everything hes wanted from you since july. "i missed you."
i missed you.
steve whispered those words to nancy in the hallway only yesterday, but he knows he really meant them for you.
no ones ever missed him before.
"missed?" when steve was young, he remembers asking his dad if he missed him. missed implied caring for someone at some point, but long after theyve already left. to have missed someone means to have long settled the ache that followed the hurt of leaving.
"miss. i miss you,"
something opens within steves chest. he can feel it, this expanding that slowly overtakes his body. it crawls over him, clouds his brain the same way your perfume does, and steve has to close his eyes as it settles.
he feels like a little kid again, accepting whatever his father gives him.
steve is tired.
but he sees you wipe at your eyes. your hands shake, despite your best attempts of steadying them as you drive, and steve knows he could never, ever remain angry with you.
he recognizes, suddenly, how similar the two of you are. two lonely kids trying to walk everyone home.
#southelroy#ask#come home blurb#set in season 2 !#m speaks#m's writing#god i didnt mean to write so much#but this became soooo daddy issues coded#oops#all hot bitches have daddy issues
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What type of lover they are pt.2
A/n:i hope everyone is having a wonderfull day this is the part 2 of the previous fic,i just realized that i put diluc and dottore in the same fic....if you know you know.as always english is not my native language if there are any mistakes let me know.
warnings:overstim,bondage,edging,bj,threesome,c*m swallowing,exhibitionism, fingering,!afab reader
A/n:im not responsible for what people read,ageless blogs and under 18 do not interact.
đ§Ayato
đ§Ayato will spoil you,whatever you ask for it will be at you disposal.from expensive clothes to home decor,he can get anything you ask for.
đ§he takes you to expensive restaurants for dates and buy you gifts,when he has free time to make up for neglecting you.
đ§He told Ayaka to keep an eye on you when he was away for bussiness,and you ended up becoming best friends,Ayato is extremely happy to see you both having a great relationship with eachother.
đ§showing you off to people with expensive clothing he has bought you,that hug your curves perfectly,he cant help but always place a hand around your waist to show to people who you are married to.
nsfw
đ§He is a fan of bondage,he will tie you hands behind your back just to see you beg for him to touch you.
đ§His teasing continues to the bedroom activities too,he loves edging you,he wants to hear you whimper and whine as you get denied of your orgasm over and over again.Its music to his ears
đ§finally giving you the sweet realise you were chasing after hours of edging you,what you didnt know was that this was not going to be the only orgasm that you would have for the night.
ââAyato~please i cant do this anymore~ââyou beg desperetly feeling your body tired as you feel your what would be your 4th orgasm for the night
ââOh come on darling,i know you have another one for meââhe cooed ,his finger moving mercilesly in and out of you.
ââAyato~,im close again~ââyou cried out,as your bosy started to tremble,feeling yourself close again.
Your body shaking as Ayato continued to finger fuck you,your walls squeezing his fingers,your mind going hazy as you reach your yet another climax.
đDottore
đhes not the best person when it comes to relationships,He might be the worst out of everyone on this list,this man is mostly busy making new machinery and doing experiments,some could say hes married to his job instead of you
đhe will make small mechanisms for you to put on your desk,like small ruin guards that can move things around to help you with your chores and also remind you of his presence that a part of him will always be there watching you.
đHe likes talking to you about his experiments and asks for your opinion if you find possible mistakes that have been made or going to be made during his experiment.He always asks you for a second observasions.
nsfw
đDottore will make toys for you ,to occupy yourself when hes busy with work or gone in other nations for long period of time.He will also use them on you while he is fucking you too.
đHe has both taken and given you aphrodisiacs,just to see how it will affect the two of you during your spicy time.
đHe is merciless when it comes to intercourse,he refuses to go easy on you,you will be a moaning shaking mess by the end hes done with you.
đHe has let one of his segments fuck you right infront of him,while he watches.
Holding the bedsheets for dear life,the segment pounding into your cunt while the real one was stationed a few meters away from you his legs spread stroking his cock.His eyes glued at your face watching your reactions closesly.
ââAh~hmph~iâm cummingââyou moaned loudly
You could see that he picked up the speed of his hand to match the pace of his segment,strocking his cock rapidly,his eyes never breaking eye contact from yours
Both of you reaching your orgasms,with one last pump dottore spilled all over his hand while you collapse tired on the matress.
Getting up from his chair he marched closer to you,lifting your head with his hand,softly squeezing your cheeks to open you mouth.
ââlick my fingers cleanââhe commanded,forcing his fingers inside your mouth,your tongue twirling around them cleaning his mess.
đ„Diluc
đ„The best out of everyone,hes loving and caring towards you at all times.Though grumpy at times,he cant help but melt at your presence.
đ„he invites you to the tavern to keep him company and help him with the customers,He loves seeing you happy interacting with everyone and how they are coming just to chat with you.
đ„late night horse backriding where the both of you get to clear your head after long hours at work,you two get to open up and chat about your problems without getting interupted.Thats when he confessed to you.
nsfw
đ„He puts your pleasure over his,he doesnt care if he hasnt finished as long as you are satisfied,he is satisfied.
đ„He is always taking things slow and gentle,taking his time with you.Touching your body softly like its made out of glass that is about to break at the simplest touch.The only time hes is being rough with you is when he has had a bad day at the tavern but still he will ask you at the end if you are ok and bring you anything you need.
đ„So you decided to repay him back after taking such good care of you in the bedroom.Kneeling before him,your hands moved to his belt unbuckling it.
ââYou dont have to do this,i will be fi...ââHe said
ââshhh....let me take care of you dilucââyou cut him off and reasured him
Pulling out his cock,you wrapped your lips around the head before you started taking him slowly deeper in your mouth,as he hit the back of your throat,earning a few goans from the man above you.
ââfuck~ your mouth is so warmââyou heard diluc grunting,holding his hips still so he doesnt make you gag.
Looking in eachothers eyes you saw the lust that formed in dilucs eyes.Starting to bop your head up and down into a steady pace.
ââAh~ngh~ââdiluc let out low breathy moans at your actions.
Picking up your your speed into a faster one,one of your hands,moved to massage his balls,making him throw his head back from the pleasureÂ
ââfuck~iâm close loveââDiluc choked,feeling him pulse inside you mouth before realising,you removed his cock from your mouth,swallowing his orgasm.
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Just gotta say some things rn
   1. The Alex kister drama situation:
im just here to talk about the Alex drama that is happening rn I keep seeing people attacking Alex without knowing who is the real victim... You can't just blow up the target before knowing the truth behind... As you can tell Ven said in the doc that they are "a spy who came to destroy alex life" and that's a bit suspicious of someone to say that in the doc so you mean like you just came here to destroy alex career and life is that what you want?... If that so then you are a fucking monster Ven just gotta say it you're a horrible person who destroy people life and if you are one of their friends you should be ashamed of what they did
   2. The drama:
I have seen some people doing the fucking "grommer nae nae" trend with Alex and it's not funny and another thing saying "Alex in my new jail!" And putting him in a jail with a problematic people is not fucking funny ok you seriously not funny another thing when that goofy Russian person who just made a horrible Photoshop of Alex wearing a shit thing and saying "b-but I still call him a fembo-" your not cool for that do you like me calling you a brat when you don't want that mf stop being selfish đÂ
   3. exposed/doxxed:
buddy buddy do you really think that's a really good idea to do?... I don't fucking think it's cool to do that shit buddy exposing/ doxxing has family and dead grandpa or something is cool? You think it will make it not worse? No you litterly made it even worse then before he litterly got ghosted by DB and they we're a bad partner for him honestly what a horrible people....
   4. why Alex didn't mentions the other victims:
Bc they weren't that important DB and Ven are the most important people bc they are the reason that ruined Alex life and he had to mention some things about it and how they really didn't feel uncomfortable...like bro if you we're uncomfortable you can just say it and Alex will probably just fucking stop it don't you have mind you litterly said "no I'm fine with it I'm not uncomfortable!" DB said that to Alex and Ven when he self-haram you didn't actually care we know that
   5. Alex being racist but he's not:
Buddy please what the frick man? You litterly faked Alex being racist just for your goofy friend and do you think SORRY WILL litterly fix everything? No no no YOU RUIN IT EVEN MORE AND MAKE IT WORSE DUMMY Alex never said racist things to Andrew and you litterly saying I'm the doc "I don't have proof" but guess what some people actually believe that shit like what THERE WAS LITTERLY NO PROOF????Â
   6. why the doc is fake:
ok here is why the doc is fake just honestly Ven had just faked some images and times and hopefully there were some people who find out about it don't think your not in w big trouble Ven you in a worse trouble rn your just a coward Ven and you you know that
   7. More drama:
"quite saying Alex is innocent!" "Alex is not fully innocen-" ok buddy we know Alex is not fully innocent but what the hell you want else "you can't forgive him ye-" buddy please stop this is not about you some people can forgive him and some people not but now he turned out to be innocent and guilty and he's now the real victim here he have been doxxed/ghosted/exposed/people send him death threats/all the actors left him just for what? For a fucking relationship drama like what else you want you want him to go to Ven house and beg for apologize what's wrong with you... "I will support Alex victims until I di-" who cares if you die it's not like the victims will care if you support them bc they just want attention
   8. Problematic/grommer:
do you guys remember when Ven said that Alex is a grommer and a pedophile? Well he's not actually vent has deleted the post they made on tumble like it was nothing and then apologize for calling Alex a grommer and saying "we never mean Alex being grommer or pedophile" then why you said in the doc that he is pedo and manipulate then it turns out he's not? Crazy Ven you know people have fall for that shit weirdo
- I just want this drama to end already and idc if you attack me it's not like I'm the only person who is on Alex side mf I ain't scared of no shit let us have the fun we always do I feel like this year destroy everything I hole everything get back to normal again
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