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Dragon Prince! Evan Peters Headcanons + ( x gn!reader)

Warnings! Mentions of violence, fluff, little angst, lots of rambling and dragon lore stuff, not rlly proofread

Disclaimer! This is obviously not an accurate representation of Evan Peters as a person. This is a characterized/ fictionalized idea/ concept. Do not take this as fact. It is entirely fiction and based on my own opinions, thoughts and conception.

Good lord this photo does things to me. Eye contact with Evan has me melting

Requested by @jazz-berry (as usual) and inspired by @lemoniiiiiii

Y/N is definitely a self made boss, bounty hunter/ hunter/ pirate/ archer, etc. and Evan is extremely protective over them, it’s in his nature, but he knows how they feel about him being overbearing or getting in the way of them having their independence. So he kind of steps to the side, while keeping a big eye on Y/N. And if they’re ever in immediate danger and he’s around, you know he’s going to be the one to come save their ass instantly. He’ll be dramatic about it too, he has a stoic face where he acts like he isn’t super worried, but he’ll pick Y/N up even if they aren’t injured bridal style and carry them to a log or some sort of chair, bench or bed to sit down and heal.

“Y/N” He shouts, his voice louder than anything you had heard before, it was passionate and almost frantic. And yet, it almost sounded like a roar with the anger that was built up inside.

He rushed towards the dragon that had trapped me at the edge of a forest, its leaves barbed by rows of thorn bushes. To enter them would not only seal my fate, but also be a painful journey. And Evan was allowing neither. His cape bellowed, flickering before my eyes before I could clear the blood dripping from my head and traveling down my eye, his stance confident before the tall beast. He drew his long sword, sheathing it and wielding the heavy weapon between both hands.

I knew that Evan was the ‘dragon prince’ (even though I truly didn’t fully understand what that meant yet), but it still amazed me each time that just the mere look inside of his eyes and the gleam of his large sword made the firey creature cower, picking up its heavy wings, floating above the large scape of land. The grass shuddering beneath each audible flap, Evan’s gaze following the dragon as it rose in the air and turned away, disappearing behind the icy capped mountains in the distant lands. Evan instantly pivoted on his heels towards me, sheathing his sword back into its halter. I could hear the jingle of the chainmail on his armor and the buckle of his boots as he hurried towards me, lowering himself to my wounded position in the grass. He places a leathery, comforting hand on my cheek as he eyes the wound that to his relief, quickly crusted.

“Come on, let's get you out of here.” He says in that same cold tone he always uses. But there’s something oddly sweet with the way he scoops me up from under my knees, forcing my arms to flail around his shoulders, holding him tight as he carries me back to the kingdom like his bride.

“Is this truly necessary?” I ask, flustered. He only hums in response, not letting go. In fact, I swear I could feel his grip get tighter for a moment, adjusting me more comfortably in his arms. My eyes focused on his stubbly chin, his cape flickering behind him in the corner of my eye.

Headcanons:

(lore)

- He’s a dragon prince, so I think he would actually have some sort of DNA connection with the dragons/ spiritual one. His main defense mechanism against them being his ability to communicate with them, more in a telepathic sense. His eyes may glow yellow or have a more “dragon-like” appearance when he uses that part of himself

- He has a sword specifically made to pierce the tough scales of a dragon and is derived from special materials that are toxic to dragons

- Anyone can train a dragon in this world, but he has an easier time due to his communication ability, being able to tame them easier. He has lots of dragons who he is allied with who help me slay the other territories.

- There are multiple kingdoms made of dragons, and they go to war with each other, and humans can get crossed in this mix which is where he comes into the picture

- He’s sort of a hybrid mitigator for dragon-human wars, and even helps the dragon allies with their own turf wars

- His main duty is as a guard/ knight for the kingdom, he keeps watch for dragon attacks as well as humans. He used often as a weapon against dragons by the kingdom

- The royal family of the kingdom doesn’t recognize being a “dragon prince” as a real royal standing, so while he’s technically royalty and is part of a rare bloodline, he is not considered so by many. The highest ranking he has is being close to a commander/ knight, but only in the ordeal of dealing with dragons during war/ an attack

- He has his limits when it comes to slaying dragons. He will only slay dragons that are an active threat to the kingdom or someone he loves. He will never slay a dragon without a valid reason, and will negotiate with them before making any attacks

- He’s part of a royal bloodline, mixed between dragon and human, they’ve existed for thousands of years but were feared by many and slowly died out/ got colonized/ executed. He was abandoned/ his family was massacred when he was young and was found by a blacksmith of the kingdom when he was young. So he didn’t know he was part of the rare bloodline until he came in contact with a dragon when he was 13 and learned of his ability. His father then told him the truth of his origins and he began training as a knight to become a guard in the kingdom, thanks to the help of his adoptive father.

- He sometimes gets visions of the future, of course pertaining to things that involve dragons, but also premonitions of things that could lead to the end of the world. Dragons and humans are interlinked from ancient history, so certain clashes have almost led to the destruction of the world. There were a few ice ages and purges of life, but they eventually came back. Evan can get dreams/ spontaneous visions of these events due to his connection to both human and dragon and it’s essentially his job to keep order.

- There are others like him in the world, but because the bloodline has died out so much, they are rare to come by and most that are aware of what they are have hidden away in fear of being sought after and murdered for their powers.

- The kingdom where Evan lives needs his powers to survive in the kingdom because they live right on the edge of a mountain range where on the other side all the other dragon kingdoms reside, so they are more likely to get attacked or hit in a crossfire. Evan living there gets automatic protection, so he hasn’t left and is given fairly decent hospitality. He also has lived there his entire life and hasn’t put much thought into the outside world. Too focused on the job he has in his home to consider exploring or finding others

(relationship to Y/N)

- Y/N and Evan have known each other since they were kids. Around 6-7. They didn’t always get along, having a more frenemies relationship where they would pick on each other.

- As they got older they both became closer and better friends, relating on the fact that the other teens and children of the kingdom found them weird and they were both slowly isolating to each other

- They spent a lot of time together by the creek/ river, playing in the woods and skipping rocks

- They would both stay out together as long as they could, avoiding their own homes because not only did they not want the fun to end, but they both didn’t want to go back to their homes where their lives didn’t feel perfect or less lonely

- They found solace in their friendship together

- They each had their own separate dreams, Y/N wanted to explore the world outside the kingdom whereas Evan wanted to stay in the kingdom forever and become a knight. This caused them to start fighting again occasionally when the topic was brought up, and as they got even older, they began to distance themselves

- Y/N was the first to know about Evan’s connection to the dragons, having been there when they were playing by the edge of the woods and a dragon came and landed in front of them. Evan, being naturally protective, got in front of Y/N and found he could speak with the dragon and have an understanding. But Y/N, not having any such power just saw the two standing before each other for a few tense minutes before the dragon flew away

- They were both freaked by the incident at the time, and as they talked more about, became slightly excited. Evan already knew he wanted to use his talent to protect the kingdom, but Y/N believed he could do more with it. Like bringing peace between the humans and dragons for millenium.

- Eventually they both turned 18, and Y/N fled the kingdom and began traveling while Evan stayed and became a knight

- They spent at least a decade apart until Y/N came back to the kingdom with a group of thieves, helping them steal money from the townsfolk and hoping to steal the riches from the kingdom. They had their own reasons for doing so, mainly just trying to keep themselves alive and look out for themselves.

- Evan hears about the group of thieves that have entered the kingdom and is tasked with keeping them out of the castle. He catches one of them during a small ambush, realizing it’s Y/N he is confused, angry and distraught. They explain their reasoning for being a part of the group and the pair are still on rocky terms

- In return for not sending Y/N to jail, they come to an agreement/ deal that they will help him track down the rest of the thieves and imprison them

- They slowly reunite and warm back up to each other, remembering the old days as they spend time together getting into fights across the kingdom to find the thieves and catch them before they get to the castle, rekindling their once broken friendship

- They bond over their individual memories, Y/N telling Evan stories of the outside world and what they were doing, and Evan talking about his adventures as a knight and mitigating for the dragons and the kingdom

“You know, when we were kids, I had a huge crush on you.” I laughed as my stomach tickled, feeling the warm flames of the fire flickering, licking and trying to reach me from its cage of rocks and sticks, only getting a small tickle of warmth through the cold night air.

The stars were heavy above, twinkling like the ripples of water from the ocean. I could see Evan’s stoic face, outlined sharply by the yellow flames dancing across it. His cape draped over the back of the thick log he was perched upon. Despite the blank expression on his face, I swear I saw a twinkle in his eyes of surprise and that’s when I felt the air around us get thickly uncomfortable. The silence becomes stale and quieter, practically deafening if it weren't for the chirp of the crickets–which I call the birds of the night. It’s almost as if he can sense that his reaction has made things more awkward, because he lowers his gaze to the fire and says something I truly didn’t expect.

“Yeah, so did I.” His voice is soft, almost romantic in a way. I feel as if the wind has been knocked from my lungs. All this time, the boy–the man, who had been in the back of my mind all of these years. The one who got away, the one who I had never thought in a million years would ever love someone like me. He just admitted he had a crush on me? I could hardly fathom it, let alone hear it. I almost believed I was dreaming.

“Is it that surprising?” He asks curiously, as if I gave him an offended look, realizing that my eyes were probably blown into saucers after what he said because I feel him practically snap me out of a daze with those words, forcing my face to relax. I can almost see a smile stretch at the corner of his mouth after my expression softens, his gaze finally lifted back to me fully and searching my eyes.

“N-No I uh, I mean I just–I didn’t expect that. Really.” I said, my words tripping over themselves. There was that silence again, the loud ambience of the night filling my ears back up like cotton balls.

“You know…” I said slowly, breaking the silence, my eyes flickering around. Trying not to land my gaze back into his eyes as I feel my heartbeat begin to quicken, squeezing inside of my chest. “I still think you’re kind of handsome…” I almost hoped he hadn’t heard me, too flustered by the admittance. My feelings hadn’t changed for Evan since the day I left him, if anything they had gotten worse the moment I saw that it was him who had caught me that day. The way he was so strong, perfectly groomed, the chubby look on his face I had always pictured of him was gone and in return left with the most perfect frame. His light curls thick and fluffy against his head, the length I had remembered that always covered his eyes having been cut to a charming length revealing the deep black pits that were his irises. A color that could only be matched to the obsidian with the way it shimmered and yet there was no light inside of them, as if it was soaked up inside of them.

I gain the courage to look at him again and I’m shocked to see that a rosy tint has spread across the apples of his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. His eyes wide, the obsidian black irises stark against his sclera, like a pebble. I cover my lips as I catch an escaped giggle at his expression and he quickly softens it, realizing how stupid his reaction must have been. Now he’s the one who can barely look me in the eye.

There was something different about the rest of that night, in the way that we looked at one another. More attentive, more passionate, something lingering in the distance. Words unspoken and yet so many told. I don’t think I would have traded it for anything.

May do a part two if this is popular. You can request a fic about this concept if you want ♡

Taglist (you can be added or removed at any time):

@fear-is-truth @xkaisxjazzxsingerx @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @marchsfreakshow @colinzabelswife @dearlizzies @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re

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spaceshipellie · 1 year ago

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hi erin cutie angel baby ♡૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

can I req for Abby + fluff and angst, like hurt/comfort + modern au, maybe like a high school or uni setting with the lyric

“and home’s not home unless you’re there”

fuck I love ethel cain, she is a creative and lyrical genius

“and home’s not home unless you’re there”

pairing: abby x reader

summary/warnings: modern university au, fluff, hurt/comfort, toxic friends

hi sugar darling, thank you for the req ♡ she is a genius!!

being at university was a breath of fresh air. it was the first time in your life you’d ever felt happy enough to truly be yourself. you felt harsh admitting it but your friends back home never seemed to really understand you and what you wanted out of life. you’d known them for years and over that time it seemed that they had all stayed close but now only spoke to you when they wanted to mooch off of your generous nature. and you being the people pleaser that you were, gave in to them more often than you wanted to admit. the life you had made for yourself at university felt more like home than your actual hometown ever had, and more specifically, she did.

you had been head over heels in love with abby ever since she’d flashed you her winning smile from across the room at a house party about eight months ago. she had waltz into your life with so much unexpected charm and warmth, it really showed you that there was more to life than making yourself amendable for others.

on this particular day, however, you’d been receiving messages all day from these friends and it had knocked you into a pretty bad mood. it was your one of their birthdays and you had suggested a spa weekend which everyone thought was a great idea but now, no one was helping to organise anything. they expected you to be in charge of booking it, driving everyone there, picking up the cake, and even though you had asked twice, half of them hadn’t transferred you the money for their share yet and it was this weekend. you were exhausted by it all and wished you’d never even bothered to suggest anything. the worst part was, the situation seemed to be causing some friction between you and abby. nothing major but you were so consumed with trying to do everything perfectly and had spent so much time anxiously planning out this birthday thing that you had barely spoken to her and when you had, you’d been quite short and inattentive.

later that day, you were sat at your desk, face in your phone, furiously flicking between the group chat and google. abby was leaning against the headboard of your bed reading. well, half reading, half looking over at your frowning face.

“do you wanna watch a movie?” she asked.

“mm maybe,” you responded, half-heartedly.

“or go for a walk and get a coffee? it’s really sunny out.”

“yeah.” again, your tone was as unenthusiastic as could be, eyes still glued to the bright screen like you were being brainwashed.

abby slammed her book shut and sighed, shifting down so her head hit the pillow.

“what’s wrong?” you asked.

“oh you’re listening to me now?”

you looked up at her. “what?”

“you’ve been ignoring me for…well, days. honestly how much more planning does this weekend need?”

“it’s not my fault they’re making me do everything,” you said defensively.

“you don’t have to, you know. tell them to do some of it, and have they even paid you?”

“no… but i can’t i’m already doing it now, it’s fine.”

“it’s not though. they’re walking all over you.”

“abby, i’m already super stressed about it i don’t need you making it worse.”

she propelled herself up at your frantic tone and stood behind you, placing her hands on your tense shoulders to start lightly massaging them.

“i’m sorry for stressing you, i understand it’s difficult but they shouldn’t treat you like that. it’s wrong, friends aren’t supposed to treat you like that.”

when she noticed you not relaxing into her touch like you normally would she bent down to press a kiss to your temple.

“maybe put the phone down for a bit, yeah? you can always reply later after you’ve had some time away from it.”

you slowly nodded, knowing she was right and placed your phone on the desk. you stood up and faced her, her hands now rubbing your arms comfortingly. you took one look at her sympathetic eyes and started to tear up.

“sweetheart,” abby cooed, hugging you tightly whilst you sobbed into her chest.

“i hate it, abs.”

she started rubbing your back with her warm hand. it pained her to see you like this. she loved you so much and wanted to make sure you were always happy. even though she knew that was impossible, she’d be damned if that would stop her from trying.

“come here,” she said softly as she removed one arm from you to fluff up the pillows, gesturing for you to lie down. you both climbed onto the bed and she immediately bundled you up in her arms again.

“you’ve done more than enough. i truly admire how sweet and caring you are about people,” she kissed your head, “but people should reciprocate the same kindness for you and if they don’t, you shouldn’t feel so obligated to go to those lengths for them.”

“i know, i just don’t want to let them down.”

“you won’t. despite everything, i hope you have a nice weekend, but if you need to call me at any point, do so. please? if you need picking up even, i’m there, okay?”

you nodded against her chest and held her tighter. “okay.”

“thank you. i love you, angel.”

“love you too, abs. thank you.”

#tlou x cain requests 🌙#abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson request #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson oneshot #tlou 2 #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson drabble

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blkkizzat · 8 months ago

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KALIIIIIII !!!! tell me ab ur self ships 😋

Vegas!!! Omigosh aaahhh! No one ever asks me about my selfships! ty pookies! So we got:

Chojili [CHO-JI-LEE] (Choso x Toji x Me polyship): ‘Daddy & Baby’ fic I wrote was 100% selfship that I just made x reader. I know this is such an odd pairing to have together in a polyship but even though it seems crazy it fits well like a puzzle.

We each are getting something out of it/compensating for something the other is missing.

Toji after his wife died is still pretty broken years later so while he does want love, he can’t articulate that well and doesn’t like the pressure of a monogamous relationship. He also can’t really have a stable one with his line of work. With Choso in the mix he doesn’t feel as bad as being emotionally unavailable or gone for periods of time because Choso more than over compensates with displays of affection. Megumi (who is in high school in this timeline) thinks we are actually helping his dad slowly be less of a degenerate lmfao.

Choso in turn feels less guilt for not being as competent navigating the world living as a human. He wants to provide but he can't have a normal job, etc feels bad he relies on me so much when he doesn’t know how to do something. With Toji in the picture he doesn't have to do as much now cause I’ll just nag Toji to do it LOL! They’re both so opposite that neither one really gets jealous of the other (although Toji loves to tease/bully Choso for being a 'pussy whipped emo boy').

As for me? Well I get the best of both worlds as I have a strong urge to be dominated by daddy as much as I want to be mommy and bby gyal a man until he cries 💕

Next....

Kunali [KU-NA-LEE] (Sukuna x Me): So I wrote about this in the True Form Sukuna Drabble based off request actually haha. The request was just for riding Sukuna’s stomach but I added in a little sprinkle of my own (toxic) selfship. The tea is I end up being some modern concubine to Sukuna after making a binding vow that I’d do whatever he wanted if he spared Gojo who is my fiance (in my Canon-AU he didn’t get marked down to 50% off by that world splitting cleave, infinity was just broken lol). So it's definitely an enemies to lovers scenario, minor stockholm syndrome and very slow burn but I cannot tell you how much this situation ate at my brain UP. I would have actually wrote a larger fic about it but it's so angsty and slow burn in be like 10+ chapters and my head would explode lol.

I do have a far healthier selfship of me and Sukuna that I wrote about in the halloween fluff fic I did (I love that Canon-AU of mine cause nobody dies lmfao. Sukuna is just kind of a permanent antagonist lol). I know a lot of TF!Sukuna selfships are heian era or non-canon AU but I think it would be super funny to be with him as he adjusts to the modern world.

Other than that I have far less developed ones I haven’t really worked out yet lol. I do have a couple of crack selfships lmfao one where me and Toji (and eventually Choso) live with about 3 dozen raccoons that he has trained to do his bidding (based off this tiktok) that i developed with @ryomens-vixen and @littlemochabunni lol if you ever hear us talking about raccoons its probably related to that LOL!

ahh i rambled too much haha sry!

#ᥫ᭡•❤ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мσσтѕ #ೃ༝💌⁀➷ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мαιℓ #queen vegas #⋆♱𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢αησηѕ #❀ ྀིྀᡣ𐭩°𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σяє

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8k26 · 7 months ago

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☠︎ ┈•.*⛧ please don’t spam me to get my attention, my activity with replies fluctuates but i’m pretty active with occ. getting spammed just turns me off. either way i can get busy or simply take breaks. i’m usually good at giving updates, i appreciate if you could do the same, but life gets in the way. i’m mentally ill and tired lmao

☠︎ ┈•.*⛧ im half black half salvadorian. 95% of my oc’s are poc and i use their culture in their backstories and personality. i try to be as accurate as possible to ones i’m not familiar with–feel free to correct if i get something wrong, i love learning about cultures!! most of them are in gang/crime related stories, some are demons, i don’t mind putting them in au’s where they’re something completely different, however their personality will stay the same. obviously if you’re racist or don’t like playing poc characters then leave. same goes with any type of bigotry and phobie or ism against people

☠︎ ┈•.*⛧ i only rp on discord, i like playing in servers since they’re the most organized. i only use tumblr to find partners and plot. i don’t do one liners. my bare minimum requirement is 2-3 paragraphs with some good substance. quality over quantity. i don’t mind time skipping to get right to the good parts, it’s a drag pushing through the slow parts of the plot

☠︎ ┈•.*⛧ smut is required for me. i’m a pwp girlie and idc💕 same thing with angst and drama. (doesn’t mean i’m not willing to have some more plot focused rps if you’re not looking for smut heavy ones) i’ll pick a toxic relationship over a happy carefree one every time. give me the most deprived shit–or a relationship with some turmoil that’ll take some time to fix. i even do dead dove themes; all except under 16 and animal abuse. i still have limits when it comes to kinks: no feet, bathroom stuff, any type of baby play, pregnancy/mpreg, omegaverse, forced fem, spitting, and vomit. i go off the kinks my characters have anyways. ofc i still do expect a good story going on with in depth characters, world building, and side characters. i still appreciate moments of fluff. i love yapping about our characters and sending memes and music. trust me i can get very hyperfixated on a ship and will not shut up about ideas i’ve thought about or little moments between them

☠︎ ┈•.*⛧ most of my muses are male, no i will not be your sole male provider to your female muses. i don’t mind playing as your wanted fc’s but don’t demand it, and dont get mad if i don’t wanna play as any of them. i wouldn’t do that to you. i’m not too picky against other’s characters so long as they don’t act like clueless bratty subs. for majorities sake i’ll be using irl fc’s but don’t be afraid to come at me with art of your own or by some other source. i’m an artist myself though i rarely even finish sketches now. keep in mind i like to play as and against hypermasc muses, while i’m more flexible with females. sorry if i sounds really picky, i just know what i like and tryna find ppl who are the same lol

☠︎ ┈•.*⛧ lastly, i may sound serious, i promise i’m not. once you get to know me you’ll see all i do is make jokes and nothing i say is really serious. i love brain dead memes and i’m really stupid. i try not to make things seem like a business transaction. if you don’t wanna be super close with occ then that’s fine too! the main goal is to just have fun with the rp.

#♱⋆˚.「𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬༄#discord rp #1x1 rp #indie rp #discord 1x1

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harumasafart · 6 months ago

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Hi, I want to hear about your ships, because I'm no longer interested in the fandoms I was in and I want interesting shit to get into in very healthy ways of course.

Thank you very much for spending this fraction of your life on expending my ship knowledge 🙇🏼

Sorry for the late response! I’ve been traveling all day :(

Well obviously I love dirkdave from homestuck. And I don’t even like Homestuck but they have a grip on me. They have alternate versions of themselves from different realities, ie splinters, it makes for a lot of interesting dynamics between them. Dave grows up with an invasive and distant older brother. Dirk grows up with a fully absent one. The section in the comic where they meet the teen versions of themselves is really amazing to me because even though Dave is so conflicted and hurt, he still seeks comfort and even barely knowing him, he still goes and gives him a hug. It’s really really cute. And if we like old man yaoi we can focus on the older brother versions of them, isn’t that fun. Hollywood director and insane fuck is such a good pairing. Obviously theyre brothers so that makes it more interesting (or revolting) if you even care about that. Who cares.

Umm one of my fave ships of all time that I never talk about is midosara from yttd. Midori is a super creepy but eccentric robot dude, and he recognizes the potential in sara to become this unfeeling and bloodlusting killing machine and he’s desperate to break her. Also they have the age gap too, so that’s fun.

I’ve been thinking a lot about gaara/sasori recently, I read a fic where they’re uncle and nephew and have the whole “i dont want to become him” deal, but since he’s already halfway there, he’s able to find comfort in getting to know him. Gaara has this positive character development which I’d love to see absolutely ruined. Imagine if after the ichibi is extracted from him, sasori survives and takes his ass away.

As you can tell all my fave ships and characters have some sort of doll/puppet/robot aspect to them. They’ve achieved a form of immortality that makes them kinda jaded to everything around them. But then they take interest in someone that kinda brings light back into their life and it’s cute.

Fun fact but I used to be huge into enstars and my favorite ship was tsukasa/kohaku. I was fucking obsessed with them. They have the prince and knight dynamic! Kohaku is part of a branch family that does the head family’s dirty work, ie he’s an assassin. He enrolls in the same school as Tsukasa to keep an eye and protect him since he’s the heir to the family. And kohaku is tsundere about it and tsukasa dotes on him

I’ve yet to find a lesbian ship that’s as complicated as my other favorites. I usually just genderbend the ones I like when I’m tired of hearing about twitching cocks and tight asses 😭 Toxic yuri is an unaffordable luxury unfortunately

So I like dark ships, but I’m not completely inhumane about it yet, I still like fluff aspects. I typically go for rarepairs because most popular ships are just boring. And if they aren’t healthy, they’re very simply rivalries that just don’t do anything for me. My ao3 is kwu9 if you want to look at some of the dynamics I like explained in more detail. It’s all very self indulgent on there, you’ll notice a theme with the saw references.

Sorry this is so long, you gave me the chance to ramble and I’ve had a long day of being quiet at the airport lmao. Plus most of my online friends kinda have sticks up their asses when it comes to this shit, so I’m left just screaming on my dead blog

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novella-writers · 2 months ago

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💀 ‘ello my fellow freaks! 💀

let me lay down my desires in a way that even my AuDHD gremlin self could follow;

≛ fandoms; ≛

Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dragon Age Veilguard

≛ characters and dynamics sought; ≛

your Astarion Ancunín / my M!Tav (drow, druid)

your Lucanis Dellamorte / my M!Rook (elf, rogue)

≛ what I hope from the roleplay; ≛

(cis) M x M dynamics // about 70-30 ratio with the focus on your character; I want to delve into the trauma, the sexuality, the personality, the demons (both literal and figurative) and the character development of these dashing rogues below surface level. I want to study withdrawn, sad little men who crave love and acceptance but have no idea how to accept it. // some smut; the ratio can vary from a straight up 0 to 80 depending on how we click and what we like. I prefer my porn with plot and plenty emotions, though, so I won’t write smut just for smut’s sake. // writing over discord. // third person, past tense // tupperbox optional! // AUs, multiverses, crossovers, multiple threads are all welcome! // slow burn and love (lust?) at first sight both welcome. both things can be true, also. pining, hidden feelings, struggling with expression, being painfully horny (emotional, physical? both) for someone and not knowing how to deal with it - all of interest to me. // themes varying from angst to fluff to smut, wholesome in balance with absolutely terrible. I like to write a love that conquers all, even if they do struggle. not thanks to one another, but due to the world they live in. a journey together though they may have obstacles, with a happy ending somewhere in the horizon.

≛ what I won’t do; ≛

toxic or ‘dark’ romance. // Ascended Astarion. // non-con. // romanticized abuse. // dead dove and taboo portrayed as kink. I don’t mind these things being portrayed or discussed, especially considering the material; I simply don’t want them to be written as something to be desired or as mere shock value with zero ramifications. // no doubling as a standard; I’m open to expanding to multiple threads and multiple ships, but I don’t do “I scratch your back and you scratch mine” from the get go. I want partners who are genuinely thrilled to write their characters and I, too, want to be that to my partner. // Cazador apologists, don’t bother.

≛ what I hope from you; ≛

25+ years old (guys, I’m 33, I can’t be writing with someone 10 years my junior) // be enthusiastic about your character. you - nor your character - don’t need to be enthusiastic about mine from the get go; I’m prepared and thrilled to convince you, and my characters are dedicated to showing love to their LIs even if they’re not convinced of their intentions. // literate to advanced literate writing. // third person, past tense. // good grasp of grammar. // communication! you don’t need to ghost me; I actually take feedback great. // at least a reply a day - unless life happens, of course! I’ll wait a month if need be, just let me know! // hope to befriend you ooc, as well! it is not necessary, but I definitely write better with people whom I also click well with OOC.

≛ what I bring to the table; ≛

33yo, trans guy // literate to advance literate; I write whole ass novellas if given the opportunity, though I can also contain myself if need be. very descriptive, I enjoy delving into a character’s inner thoughts rather than just describing surface level actions. enthusiastic about character and relationship studies. // well crafted characters; I take pride in the time and effort I put into crafting compelling, multidimensional characters that fit into their respective world without being overpowered or ‘excessively special.’ 💅🏻 you will find the two offered here, especially, will be polar opposites of one another. I do not recycle my OCs, instead I want to craft characters that work well for their chosen LIs dynamic. // art! I’m an artist who doodles A LOT when I get super into a roleplay. >:3C // memes, music, drabbles, thoughts and dreams… all kind of good shit that’ll help us SPIRAL. // communication skills; not to flex (but absolutely yes to flex) I have been dubbed ‘the easiest person in the world to communicate with’, and I carry that shit with pride. WITH PRIDE I SAY.

≛ is your interest piqued? are you tempted? ≛

great! ♥ drop a like ♥ on this post, and I’ll slide on over to discuss further. please ensure you can be messaged from blogs who do not follow you!

have a stellar day, all! ★

Like if interested!

#oc rp #fandom rp #25+ rp #baldur's gate 3 rp #dragon age the veilguard rp #mxm rp

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fandom-rpfinder · 2 months ago

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💀 ‘ello my fellow freaks! 💀

let me lay down my desires in a way that even my AuDHD gremlin self could follow;

≛ fandoms; ≛

Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dragon Age Veilguard

≛ characters and dynamics sought; ≛

your Astarion Ancunín / my M!Tav (drow, druid)

your Lucanis Dellamorte / my M!Rook (elf, rogue)

≛ what I hope from the roleplay; ≛

≛ what I won’t do; ≛

≛ what I hope from you; ≛

≛ what I bring to the table; ≛

≛ is your interest piqued? are you tempted? ≛

great! ♥ drop a like ♥ on this post, and I’ll slide on over to discuss further. please ensure you can be messaged from blogs who do not follow you!

have a stellar day, all! ★

👾

#baldurs gate 3 roleplay #baldurs gate 3 rp #baldurs gate roleplay #baldurs gate rp #bg3 roleplay #bg3 rp #dragon age veilguard roleplay #dragon age veilguard rp #dragon age roleplay

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findroleplay · 2 months ago

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💀 ‘ello my fellow freaks! 💀

let me lay down my desires in a way that even my AuDHD gremlin self could follow;

≛ fandoms; ≛

Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dragon Age Veilguard

≛ characters and dynamics sought; ≛

your Astarion Ancunín / my M!Tav (drow, druid)

your Lucanis Dellamorte / my M!Rook (elf, rogue)

≛ what I hope from the roleplay; ≛

≛ what I won’t do; ≛

≛ what I hope from you; ≛

≛ what I bring to the table; ≛

≛ is your interest piqued? are you tempted? ≛

great! ♥ drop a like ♥ on this post, and I’ll slide on over to discuss further. please ensure you can be messaged from blogs who do not follow you!

have a stellar day, all! ★

#roleplay #rp #Baldur’s Gate 3 rp #Dragon Age Veilguard rp

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captlok · 1 month ago

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Yeah I know and this always struck me as reinforcing making assumptions about people, too, including in prejudicial ways.

Someone’s a punk? Must love chaos and pain.

Someone’s a hippie? Must be unwashed and believe in crystals or some shit.

Someone’s muscular? Probably vain and toxically masculine.

Someone’s super dolled up? Probably vain and materialistic.

Someone has “resting bitch face”? Must be mad all the time.

Someone’s fat? Lazy and slovenly.

Disney villains: largely have a queer flavor. Subconsciously … Queer = bad.

I’d like to see more people completely shuffle this deck, make it part of a narrative that people assume X is evil bc of their beady eyes or shifty posture, but in reality they’re the most painfully wholesome person in existence.

The reverse is done for comedic effect sometimes, a cute little fluff who’s actually a murder machine

But let’s see a yellow themed character be sad and down in the dumps, a blue themed character be hot-headed, let’s Subvert. those. Tropes!!

Cute Bruiser and Pint-Sized Powerhouse are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to ways you could subvert these expectations.

Since we keep getting "live action" CGI remakes of already perfectly adequate animated movies, and because people need to understand that animation is a medium and not a genre, I have prepared this primer about the importance of Visual Language for Conveying Information.

Can you tell what the personalities of these two mice are?

Can you tell now?

Which of these two tigers feels safer to be around?

Which of these three dogs is the funniest one?

If you can answer these questions, then you already have experience with the idea of visual language and stylistic choices being used to impart narrative meaning. If you can understand why these choices were made to impart meaning, then you can understand why animation is a medium for telling stories that has its own inherent value, and is not merely a "placeholder" for the eventual implementation of photorealistic presentation (aka "Live Action" CGI). Animation does not need to be "corrected" or "legitimized" by remaking it into the most representational simulation of observable reality.

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leejeongz · 2 years ago

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Heyyyyy can I request a treasure reaction? Like how they would to the reader being jealous? Or maybe the other way around? Whichever you’re most comfy with!! And if requests are closed no worries feel free to ignore this!!

treasure reaction to you getting jealous

pairing: boyf!treasure x gn!reader

genre: fluff, kinda angsty idk

warnings: silly made up scenarios, jealousy, a lil bit toxic, some don’t have a super fluffy ending lol

a/n: thank u for requesting! i have already done jealous treasure here and here :)

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

you lay on your unmade bed, revisiting the moments you noticed hyunsuk laughing and giggling with your friend while you shared your day off with them. hyunsuk found you in your room seeming a little distant and so he decided to ask you what was wrong.

“the way you were f… f…” your mouth was stuck on the letter, wanting to say flirting yet knowing that they were just being friendly, “fraternising with you know who all through the day,” you spluttered out.

he clambered onto the bed, his hand caressing your thigh and he came to a stop, kneeling beside you.

“it wasn’t like that,” he pouted with saddened eyes, “i didn’t realise that’s how it was coming off, i just wanted to seem like we were getting on.” his index finger fidgeted with the stitching on your jeans on the outside of your thigh, his eyes glued to that spot too. “you have nothing to worry about, y/n, i was just being friendly. i love you more than anything, okay?”

“you really mean that?” you pouted in return, sitting up and slightly ducking your head which drew his attention back to you.

he nodded sweetly, “and i’m all yours!”

other members below the cut

jihoon ･:，｡★ﾟ

“should we get out of here?” jihoon’s friend asked. you followed their eyes around the room as she gave every bit of art work a disgusted look. “afternoon tea is for old people, not really our thing, right, jihoon?”

you and your boyfriend exchanged a look, his grip on your thigh tightened, as if to warn you not to bite back at them, they had been having a hard time, but quite frankly you couldn’t care less right now.

“well, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom, maybe jihoon can join me?” jihoon politely smiled along, but the joke most certainly did not earn a laugh from you.

you both waved them off before you started to complain. “what the fuck, why did you even invite them this was supposed to be our date, which you organised might i add, can’t you see they’re obviously in love with you? i wanna go home, jihoon, i’ve already had enough of them.”

“y/n, they’re one of my oldest friends, they were never like this when i knew them, you think i’d be friends with someone like them?” he defended. you knew he wouldn’t associate with such a character, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

you both eyed them as they returned to your table, bringing a wave of freshly perfume with them.

“this was my idea,” jihoon spoke, their butt not even touching the chair yet, “so i think you’ll find this is very much “my thing”. and if you have a problem with that, you can leave, in fact, you’d be doing us a favour.” his eyes narrowed as he spoke, every word oozing with confidence and protectiveness.

yoshi ･:，｡★ﾟ

“new drink?” you spied the pink coloured beverage in his hand, knowing that was something he’d never ordered before.

“yeah, actually, my friend bought it but they didn’t like it so i basically got a starbucks for free,” he explained, proud of his freebie. “do you want a try?” he extended his arm, the chewed paper straw turned your stomach.

“did you chew the straw like that?” you asked in disgust.

“no,” he looked at it with a similar grimace face but continued to drink from it.

“so you shared a straw with your friend?” your disgusted expression didn’t change as you looked at your boyfriend, “you practically kissed them.”

he pondered on it for a while, knowing that the shows that you watch make a big deal out of this. “i’m sorry, y/n.” his smile faltered a little bit as he shrugged.

hearing his apology and letting it sink in, your eyes flickered from the drink and his lips, was it really that big of a deal?

“no, it’s okay, i’m sorry for getting jealous about something so minor,” you pouted, eyeing the drink once again, “if i get a new, unchewed straw, can i still try it?” you pleaded.

he nodded with a warm smile, excited to introduce you to what could be your new go to order.

junkyu ･:，｡★ﾟ

you didn’t quite catch who the message was from, nor what it said, but you were absolutely 100% sure that you saw a heart emoji pop up on his phone. deciding to not be THAT kind of partner, you resisted the urge to pick up his phone, even though you knew he’d be in the kitchen for a while.

“your phone rang,” you lied upon his return to the sofa. you knew it was the only way you’d get him to check his phone.

he hummed as he stared at the single notification on his screen that was not a missed call, “no it didn’t, it’s just a-”

you cut him off by finishing his sentence “text from the other person you're dating?”

he looked at you in confusion, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw how serious you were.

“what makes you think you’re not everything i’ve ever wanted and more?” he asked. it did make you think, he’d never made you feel like you were anything less, but you couldn’t help but press further about the heart that you’d seen. “you're right it was from my other lover,” he giggled, that quickly turned into a belly laugh, meanwhile your stomach was doing somersaults “y/n, you just got jealous because of fast food.”

he extended the phone out in front of you and you ducked your head to read it against the light. “mcdonald’s rewards…” you pursed your lips, reflecting on your own,,, stupidity. “i’m sorry for accusing you of seeing someone else,” your eyes begged for forgiveness.

mashiho ･:，｡★ﾟ

mashiho’s lips nipped at your neck, straying further and further from the ear he’d been sweet nothings into only seconds before. usually, you’d melt at the affection, but your mind was elsewhere.

“mashi,” he didn’t stop despite you calling his name, instead replying with a light hum. “did you watch the game today?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

he pulled away, looking up at you before sitting upright. “yeah, you said you didn’t want to so i went with…”

before he could finish, mainly because you didn’t want to hear him say their name, you interrupted him, “i know you did.” you distanced yourself from your boyfriend, dangling your legs over the bed before standing up.

“why are you being like this? you said you didn’t want to go,” his tone turned into more of a whine.

“but did you really have to go with them? you know they have a thing for you.” you replicated his whine, hoping it would help you get your point across more.

mashiho’s feet now playfully swung near to your legs, “love,” he spoke, looking up to you with a smile, “you know, it’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.” you couldn’t help but smile back. “and they absolutely, 100% do not have a thing for me, they brought their partner, and some friends, maybe it just looked like us two because you didn’t recognise them, but i assure you, there’s nothing to be jealous of.” his speech was slightly broken by a few giggles here and there, ones he couldn’t contain as he noticed your adorable smile.

jaehyuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“there’s a kiss isn’t there?” you pressed, jaehyuk ducking his head and nodding sheepishly, feeling guilty that he’s landed a role in a drama with multiple kiss scenes.

“so what?” you blurted out, “actors kiss all the time, it’s not like there’s feelings involved,” you shrugged reassuring your boyfriend.

“y/n,” jaehyuk started, noting your crossed arms and quickening breathing. “i promise you, you’re the only person in the world that i ever want to kiss!” his hand tickled at your elbow, to which you extended your arm towards him.

he took a small shuffle closer to you as you now wrapped your arms over his shoulders, his hands at your waist.

he got closer, whispering “only you,” before locking his lips with yours.

you got to your tiptoes quickly, leaning into the kiss more before pulling away slowly. his kisses always did something indescribable to you, if you didn’t pull away then, you fear you might still be kissing him two hours later.

“you better not kiss them like that!” you joked.

asahi ･:，｡★ﾟ

asahi tapped your shoulder gently, distracting you from the inflight entertainment. your eyes followed his finger and landed on the passenger in the window seat next to him, whose head was resting on asahi’s shoulder as they slept.

“help me,” he quietly whispered, almost inaudible.

you shrugged and went back to the film you were watching, if you looked any longer you’d have to make use of the travel sickness paper bag.

“y/n, what do i do?” your boyfriend panicked some more.

“i don’t know, maybe wake them up and tell them you’re uncomfortable,” you didn’t avert your eyes, you were mad, but you weren’t sure who to be mad at. “why would they just fall asleep on a stranger, my boyfriend at that, don’t they know that’s really dangerous?” your voice got purposely louder as you spoke, drawing the attention of the row next to you, who then pretended not to listen. “they have the whole side of the plane to lean on, if they were gonna sleep they should have let someone else sit there.”

you glimpsed over to the sleeping passenger on more time, they seemed to be uncomfortable, revving up to turn over. as you opened your mouth to say more, asahi looked away.

“i’m not talking to you whilst you’re being like this,” he acted as though he was searching through the range of movies, stretching out the arm that the other person was sleeping on, which forced them to turn over, “alright?”

yedam ･:，｡★ﾟ

“bang yedam reveals his ideal type and MORE!” of course the title of the article caught your eye. unable to curb your curiosity, you clicked the interview transcript. you stopped in one place, right in the centre of your living room as you read on, which caught your boyfriend's attention.

“listen baby,” yedam’s chin dug into your shoulder after spying you reading his answers. embarrassed, you locked your phone immediately and turned to look at him while taking a few steps back. “i had to say something, right? you know there’s already rumours about me dating, they’ve got those blurry pictures of us,” he chuckled, “i thought if i said something way off that they’d lay off us for a bit,” he admitted, although you never even asked.

“umm okay,” you replied, not wanting to seem too relieved thanks to his reassuring explanation.

“the only reason why you’d read that is because you wanted to know what i said, wasn’t it? you already know everything about me.” you’d failed to notice that your boyfriend had closed the gap you created, his hand finding yours in an instant and swaying it casually. “i could have gone the total opposite and said boring, unattractive and talentless but that would have been a give away i think.” his smile was gentle and sincere, begging you to understsndsand.

“and you promise that’s the reason?” your eyes glistened as they met with his, searching for any tell that he was lying, yet failing to find a trace of anything but the truth.

“babe, i promise.”

doyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

“so i went in, shook their hand, and a kiss on bath cheeks, obviously-” which is as far as doyoung got in the retelling of the story of when he bumped into your sibling in the street.

“what do you mean “a kiss on either cheek” a handshake would have been just fine, you know?” you asked in a rather angry tone. “you’re not… meeting someone’s grandma.”

the look doyoung gave you was enough to shut anyone up. your brows furrowed as he continued. “they asked if i wanted to get coffee but i had something to do at the company so i said we should do it another time.”

“you wanna go on a date with my sibling?!” you shouted, still trying to process the kisses, to be honest.

“y/n, will you chill for a sec?” his hand soon made a tense fist, “i know they’re you’re family, so no, i don’t want to go on a date with them. i want to grab coffee sometime with you and them because that’s normal,” he explained, “we,” he pointed between the two of you to show you that’s what he meant. “have you had a stressful day or something? i swear you’re never normally this… jealous.”

you pulled your lips to the side of your face, taking a small bit of your cheek between your teeth as you nodded. you wanted to apologise, your eyes spoke for you and his softened, his flat hand now patting the space next to him on the sofa, inviting you there.

haruto ･:，｡★ﾟ

“do paper, they’re obviously gonna do rock,” you said to yourself, watching a video of haruto and a fan at a recent fan meet. you rolled your eyes as you watched your boyfriend change his answer to scissors after seeing their tightly clenched fist.

later that day, you went around to his flat and slumped yourself dramatically onto the beanbag in his room.

“why do you never let me win at games?” you asked, a bit out of the blue for him but you��d been planning to ask for hours.

“what?” he let out a laugh.

“you never let me win,” you pulled out your phone, finding the video you’d saved earlier, “but you let them win.” you pouted your lips which eventually turned into a frown as haruto watched back the clip with a smile, eyes flicking from the screen and to you to see if you were being serious.

“when you pay to see me, i’ll let you win,” he continued to laugh at your unwarranted jealousy, “you really think that because i let them win, they mean more to me than you do, or something?” he raised a brow.

“well no, that’s silly, but,” you started, but he cut you off before you could continue.

“exactly! so either pay up, or get used to losing.”

jeongwoo ･:，｡★ﾟ

“they’re seriously so pretty, i could barely even film the tiktok without going insane,” jeongwoo confessed, filling you in on today’s music bank gossip. “their stylist did the cutest makeup. I think it would suit you, y/n.”

you smiled, exhaling which you hoped would be enough to convince jeongwoo that you were laughing along.

“is something wrong? do you not like them?” jeongwoo asked in a sudden panic that he’d done something wrong. “yeah they’re pretty, but you’re so much prettier, i mean it, y/n, oh god.” he continued to flap about how he’d just been complimenting someone else.

“i’m sure they're lovely,” you smiled to your boyfriend as you handed him back his phone. he took it from your hand and tossed it onto the sofa.

“no, for real, you’re like the prettiest person i’ve ever seen, i can’t get over how beautiful you are.” he pleaded, even clasping his hands together at one point before looking down and realising he looked a little silly.

“they really are pretty though,” you bit a little bit of skin off of your lip, slowly realising that it’s okay for your boyfriend to compliment other people, because at the end of the day, he was still yours. “next time you film a tiktok with that group please invite me, i can’t believe i missed that!”

junghwan ･:，｡★ﾟ

as per usual, you and junghwan were laughing about your days, filling each other in on what you’d missed.

“funny story, there was an actually a member of another group who asked for my number today,” junghwan started another story, which was absolutely NOT funny to you in the slightest.

your face sunk, you had so many questions that you wanted to ask. “really? who?” was the only thing that you could say. you feigned a smile, not wanting to dampen his mood.

“i’m not sure who they are, honesty, nor do i intend on finding out, but it’s just funny, right?” his answer assured you some, but it also gave you more confidence to ask another question.

“so they just came up to you and asked?”

he nodded in response, his enthusiasm not sitting right with you.

“you’re not jealous, are you?” he asked, sensing that the mood had gone sour. when you didn’t respond, confirming his suspicion, he chuckled. “i was really polite with my rejection, i even showed them a picture of us together, the one i have as my wallpaper, they said we were cute,” he giggled, “but in a strained way so i know they’re more jealous of you.”

#treasure reactions #treasure imagines #choi hyunsuk #park jihoon #yoshi #junkyu #mashiho #jaehyuk #asahi #yedam #doyoung #haruto #jeongwoo #junghwan #hyunsuk #jihoon #treasure

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manddor · 3 years ago

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FAKE DATING — five hargreeves

— warnings: anxiety, your ex is toxic, alcohol, fluff, fake dating

— word count: 837

"five, will you be my boyfriend?" you said without thinking in a best way of asking this. his brows furrow. "oh lord, this is not what i meant... i mean, there is this boy and he’s stalking me and i need you to pretend to be my boyfriend so he’ll stop."

"are you kidding? why me?" he said drinking his coffee, but not tooking his smart eyes from you.

"oh believe me, if i had another option i wouldn’t ask you" you said sarcastically, but he looked offended somehow.

"do i need to know something about him before?"

"just that he was an asshole. we were in a relationship but now i don’t want anything and he keeps following me everywhere i go... and today i am goig to a party, so i thought..."

"yes. i will go with you, y/n" he rolled his eyes like it was the most difficult task someone asked him.

"yay!" you hugged him from excitment. "thank you brother"

"i am not your brother, y/n" he pulled away from your hug. you really didn’t understood why he acted such a jerk with you. he called allison his sister and klaus his brother. you all were a family but he seemed to really hate you for saying this.

"okay." you rolled your eyes. "i made some rules..." he laughed sarcastically.

"why do you always need to make the rules, y/n?"

"first rule: don’t be an asshole! this one will be so difficult for you, huh? second rule: no matter what, we´re not going to kiss"

"ew, this wasn’t at the plan anyways."

"rule number three: you have to pretend that you love me and only me." he smirked.

"let’s go party... my love" he said grabbing his jacket. you felt butterflies on your stomach, but this could be just anxiety.

when you arrived there, you noticed it would be a big party. it was filled with people and you saw rafe. the boy you were currently hating and you noticed that it was a terrible idea. rafe was super popular and you were a 'freak' like he used to say. "okay, we´re leaving now" you grabbed his arm but he didn´t move.

"y/n, let’s do this. the sooner we do this, the sooner it’s over." he said seriously and you agreed. at least you weren´t alone. "i´m going to take our drink." five went to the kitchen and you stood alone.

you were analyzing which were the closest exits in case something went wrong. but rafe stood in front of you. "y/n! i thought you wouldn’t come. you’re really pretty tonight"

"thanks rafe..." you said a little shy.

"why don’t we go upstairs so we can talk? the music here is loud."

"i’m fine here" you said but he looked so angry.

"oh, you are coming with me. right now" he said grabbing your arm agressively.

"any problem here?" five showed by your side. "take your drink, honey." he gave you a whiskey and left his arms around your waist. your heart was warm.

"you have company, huh?" rafe said.

"he is my..." you hesited not knowing if five would like to be called...

"boyfriend. nice to meet you." he completed for you and smiled to the boy. rafe wanted to punch his face, you could tell.

"nice to see you moved on, y/n. seeing he’s a freak just like you." rafe said.

"nice to see that you handled well with the breakup, man!" you could tell that five also wanted to punch his face, he was clenching his jaw - but he was trying his harder to look lovely. because in five’s mind you would date someone lovely. "hope you enjoy the party."

rafe leaved snorting. "thank you... that was really nice of you."

"i expected this boy was going to be prettier... honestly, y/n, you need glasses. you deserve better" he said trying to make you laugh. but you wanted to cry because five was perfect for you.

five grabbed your hand and placed them around his neck, while he guided you trough the slow dance. he looked so soft, with a small smile on his lips, big green eyes staring at yours. your heart was racing and you wished this wasn’t fake at all.

"they’re staring." you whispered.

"let them" he said pulling you closer. "you know... this is easier than i thought."

"this is against the rules, five" you said feeling like he could kiss you anytime by now.

"you always make the rules and i always break them." you could feel his coffee and whiskey breath. you couldn’t think straight right now, all of the people that were by your side suddenly disappeared. it was just y/n, five and that love flame that you always had.

he kissed you gently and softly. "it was always you, darling."

#five x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #fake dating #the umbrella academy #five x y/n #five x you #hargreeves siblings #five headcanons

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kepamount · 3 years ago

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best mistake

universityjock!mason x cheerleader!y/n, loosely based on best mistake by ariana grande - smut, mild angst, a little bit of fluff if you squint

word count: 10.4k+

warnings: exes au, very toxic dynamic, strong language, threats of violence (y/n just wants to beat the shit out of mason), mason is a complete dickhead and a total pervert and an annoying little shit, sexual tension, dirty jokes, dirty talk, explicit sex, unprotected sex, hate sex but also not really hate sex, dom!mason and sub!reader, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation and praise, pet names, choking, public sex, mild exhibitionism, standing sex, overstimulation, i'm pretty sure that's everything but lmk if you think i missed something!

a/n: hey guys! i literally wrote this in the last 24 hours so it's super rushed, pls ignore any mistakes bc it's not been properly proofread yet! i think i've decided to do the ariana grande series as individual stories, so this is the next instalment of the series! i rly hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think! x

‘Good afternoon, ladies! Thank you all for coming – we really appreciate the turn-out! The plan for today is simple. You’ll be taught a short routine before we split you into smaller groups of around 10. After some practice time within your groups, you’ll perform the routine a group at a time, and we will assess you. Then we’ll assess your jumps, flips, stunts, etcetera, one at a time. If you feel uncomfortable going by yourself, let someone on the squad know, and you’ll be paired with someone else. Once try-outs are over, we’ll discuss our notes, and we’ll get back to the successful applicants tomorrow. Does anybody have any questions?’

Dozens of hopeful faces smile at me, not one hand raised to ask a question, and I smile back. ‘Brilliant. If you could get yourselves into three lines in front of Jennie, Mya and Alisha to get yourselves registered, we can get started shortly after,’ I say excitedly, all of the girls in front of me surging forward to get into queues before Jennie, Mya and Alisha, the rest of the squad dotted around to help anyone who may have any questions.

I step away from the crowd, wanting a moment to myself. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and I tilt my head back to feel the sun on my face. The weather’s lovely today, warm and sunny with a slight cool breeze, and new turf has been put down fresh on the football pitch this morning, not yet ruined by the studs of the players’ boots. It’s the perfect day for cheer try-outs.

‘y/n. Relax, babe. Everything’s going well,’ Steph says from behind me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I nod. ‘Yeah, I know. It’s just… being Cheer Captain, it’s big boots to fill.’ ‘Yeah, but you’ve got all of us helping you out. You know we’re here to support you. Stop stressing yourself out,’ she says, and I turn to smile at me. ‘Thanks, Steph.’

‘Don’t thank me yet. I’ve got bad news,’ she says, looking hesitant to actually tell me the bad news, and I side-eye her. ‘What is it?’ ‘We have spectators.’ ‘We always have spectators at try-outs.’ ‘That’s not what I mean,’ she says, turning me to look over at the stands on the other side of the pitch.

The football team are just arriving, settling themselves into seats, laughing and chatting noisily, and I roll my eyes at the sight of them. Well, it’s not the sight of the whole team that irritates me. Just the sight of my ex-boyfriend sat in the middle of their little crowd, smirk on his annoyingly handsome face when I meet his eyes.

I turn away angrily, hearing their laughter over my shoulder as my eyes meet Steph’s. ‘I can go and speak to them if you want?’ she offers weakly, and I sigh. ‘There’s nothing we can say. They’re allowed to be here. And they’ve all got their training kits on, so I’m guessing they’re not even here to watch try-outs. Coach will probably ask me for half of the pitch,’ I mutter, irritated at the thought that we’re gonna have to squish onto one half of the pitch, and Steph rolls her eyes.

‘Tell him no,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right. I think Coach would deck me if I tried to tell him no,’ I say drily, both of us laughing at the thought of how angry the football coach would be if someone went up against him. ‘It’s fine, we’ll survive with half the pitch,’ I say begrudgingly, and she just nods in reluctant agreement, throwing an arm over my shoulders and leading me towards the long table we’ve set up, both of us taking our seats beside Isla in the middle – I’m not standing up for the next few hours in the hot sun watching these lot dance.

I oversee the proceedings, making sure everything’s going smoothly as the rest of the squad teach them the routine. They’re all wearing numbers on their backs, and I make notes of people who stand out to me, getting into the zone. I’m so into watching them learn the choreography that I don’t even notice the boy looking over my shoulder until he speaks.

‘Your handwriting is still terrible then,’ Mason says drily, making me jump, pen sliding across the paper. ‘Mason! Don’t fucking sneak up on me like that,’ I exclaim as he sits in the seat beside me, grin on his face. ‘Look. You made me fuck up my notes,’ I sigh, showing him the pen line across the page, and he shakes his head amusedly, running a hand through his fluffy brown locks.

‘They were already fucked up with your handwriting.’ ‘Literally shut up. I’m writing quickly, that’s why it’s not neat,’ I say irritably, and he chuckles at being able to get under my skin so easily. ‘What’s your excuse for when you’re not writing quickly? If I remember correctly, the post-it notes all over your bedroom wall are just as messy,’ he says, brown eyes sparkling with mirth, and I shoot him a look.

‘Well, you don’t remember correctly. It’s been a very long time since you’ve been in my bedroom so I don’t blame you for forgetting,’ I say pointedly, and his lips quirk up at the corners. ‘Maybe you could let me have a refresher then. I’ve missed being in your bedroom. Not as much as I’ve missed being in your p-’ ‘Shut up!’ I hiss, clapping a hand over his mouth, and he chuckles beneath my hand.

‘Relax, babe. Everyone knows we used to date. It’s not a secret, even to these new students,’ he says after I take my hand away, motioning to all the girls trying out. A lot of them are watching us, clearly curious about why the Cheer Captain and the football captain are sat together when we’re exes.

‘That’s not the point, you idiot. I’m the Cheer Captain. I’m supposed to be setting an example, of professionalism, elegance, grace. You sitting here talking about fucking me ruins that example,’ I say quietly, knowing they’re all desperately listening in, trying to hear even a sliver of our conversation. ‘Oh. Are you trying to give off the image of an innocent little virgin?’ he asks amusedly, his voice quieter now, and I roll my eyes.

‘They’re not stupid. I dated the biggest manwhore in the uni’s history, so they would never believe I’m a virgin. But yes, I’m trying to give off a certain image, and you don’t fit that image.’ ‘So what’s your new image then?’ he asks amusedly, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly. He spots the way I glance down at his big thighs, his grin growing ever-so-slightly, and I avert my gaze, looking back at the cheerleader-wannabes in front of me.

‘My new image? A classy and sophisticated independent woman. Not a stupid footballer’s little girlfriend,’ I say mildly, and he raises an impressed eyebrow. ‘Too good for me now? Too classy and sophisticated? Too… independent?’ he asks softly, one of his hands appearing on my bare thigh, and I slap it away instantly, worried about someone seeing.

He laughs at my reaction, sitting back in his chair again. ‘You really are a new woman. Remember when my touch used to be enough to have you begging?’ he asks with a smirk, and I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. ‘I remember. And I promise you, that will remain a memory. I’ll never beg for you again. Not for you or for any man,’ I claim, and he raises an amused eyebrow.

‘Oh? Are you not a submissive little slut anymore then?’ he murmurs, my underwear dampening slightly at his words, and I can feel his eyes studying my face for even the slightest reaction, so I keep my expression neutral, desperate to remain composed despite the anger and the arousal coursing through me. ‘Call me a slut one more time, and I’ll break your legs in so many places that you’ll never be able play football again,’ I say calmly, not even looking at him, and his light laughter infuriates me even more.

‘Mason, y/n,’ Coach’s voice comes from behind us, and I jump again, praying he didn’t hear any of what was just said. ‘Hi, Coach,’ I say sweetly, squinting in the sun as I look up at him with a grin. I love Coach but he’s definitely not one to cross, so I’m always extra nice to him, scared to be on his bad side.

‘How are try-outs going?’ ‘They’re going well! We’ve got a good group to pick from,’ I say enthusiastically, and he nods firmly. ‘I’m glad to hear it. It’s always helpful to have a good group cheering us on, keeping the players motivated. Isn’t that right, Mason?’ he asks, Mason nodding in agreement, lips quirked up amusedly. ‘Yeah, the cheerleaders always provide plenty of motivation,’ he smirks, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘Watch it,’ Coach says warningly, Mason holding his hands up defensively, big grin on his face.

‘I know you’re doing try-outs, but do you mind if we have part of the pitch for training? We’ll make sure we stay out of your way, and we’re only doing a short session today,’ Coach says, and I nod instantly despite wishing I could refuse him. ‘Of course. Anything to stop this clown from bothering me,’ I say drily, motioning to Mason, and Coach laughs, unaware that I’m not joking.

‘Perfect. Thank you, y/n. Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m always happy to help,’ he says, holding a hand out to Mason who takes it, letting Coach pull him out of his seat. ‘I appreciate it, Coach. Thank you,’ I smile, the man bidding me goodbye before he heads down to the other side of the pitch, calling for his players.

‘Oh, so you’re nice to Coach?’ Mason asks amusedly, still lingering at my shoulder, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yes. Coach didn’t emotionally traumatise me,’ I say pointedly, and I hear him chuckle beside me. ‘Well, that makes one of us. Try having him on the sidelines, shouting at you during a match,’ he says drily, and I can’t help but laugh, getting annoyed at myself.

‘Why are you still here? You’re the Captain – go and train with your team,’ I snap without looking at him. ‘Just enjoying the view,’ he says contentedly, and can hear the grin in his voice. ‘Ew, you pervert. Some of these are first years,’ I say disgustedly, and he laughs. ‘That’s not the view I was talking about,’ he says, and I look up at him, his gaze leaving my chest a moment later. Or, rather, the swell of my breasts, revealed by my lowcut cheer top.

‘I swear to God, I will beat the shit out of you,’ I threaten as I turn to look ahead, only hearing more laughter from him. ‘Come on, babe. You know your boobs were always my favourite part of you. Can you blame me?’ ‘Yes, I can. Go find another girl with nice boobs to stare at,’ I say tiredly, bored of his stupid games. He always does this, every couple months. At parties or before matches. He flirts with me, tries to get me to sleep with him, and I reject him, time and time again.

‘None of them have boobs as nice as yours, though,’ he says childishly, and I roll my eyes. ‘Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a dick and treat me like shit,’ I say pointedly, and he just chuckles, pissing me off further. ‘Are you really still not over that, babe?’ he says, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes to compose myself.

Before I can reply, I feel his presence get closer, his warm breath hitting my bare neck, and I supress a shiver. ‘Are you really still not over me?’ he asks, lips moving against my ear, and when I don’t respond, too busy trying not to flood my underwear, he takes it as a sign to continue.

‘Do you still dream about me, babe? Dream about me fucking you? Do you miss my cock, y/n? Do you touch yourself to the thought of me? I bet you do. Am I right, angel?’ he murmurs, the pet name rendering me speechless after going such a long time without hearing him say it, and his lips curl up against my ear, having clearly taken my silence as a confirmation of his suspicions.

‘I’ll wait for you. In the changing rooms after training. Only for ten minutes,’ he whispers before moving away from me, and I feel dazed, blinking like I’ve just woken up. ‘You can wait for an hour if you want. I won’t come,’ I say as I turn to look at him, finally finding my voice, and he smirks. ‘You will come, babe. A few times, if you behave,’ he grins, making me roll my eyes, and I look away from him in irritation, not dignifying his stupid joke with a response.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach across the desk, picking something up. ‘Even if you don’t want to come, you will. Because you’ll need to get your safety shorts. These are your favourite pair, aren’t they? You don’t wanna go without them,’ he says amusedly, tucking the shorts into his pocket.

‘Mason. Give them back,’ I say through gritted teeth, and he opens his mouth to respond. Before he can, Coach shouts his name, and he shrugs. ‘Sorry, y/n. Duty calls,’ he grins, beginning to walk backwards away from me, and my eyes widen. ‘Mason. Mason! Come back!’ I hiss, but he just jogs towards Coach, dropping a wink at me over his shoulder.

‘What was that about?’ Isla asks, appearing beside me, and I jump again. ‘God, why can’t anyone announce themselves today? Is this a new thing? ‘Let’s all sneak up on y/n’? What’s going on?’ I exclaim, the people closest to me looking alarmed at my sudden outburst. ‘Um… girl. Please relax before I beat your ass for snapping at me like that,’ Isla says with a grin, taking the seat Mason was sat in, and I sigh.

‘Sorry, sis. It’s just Mason. God, he pisses me off,’ I mutter, fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat. Thank God these cheer kits are dark blue because if I were wearing a lighter colour, I’m sure they’d be a very visible wet patch on my skirt when I stand up. ‘What’s he done now?’ ‘Flirting. And dirty talk,’ I say under my breath, and Isla laughs.

‘I know you hate him but why don’t you just sleep with him, and be done with it? I slept with Cal after we broke up, and Steph’s slept with Ben more times broken up than she did when they were together,’ Isla says drily, and I roll my eyes. ‘I can’t. I won’t give in to him,’ I say stubbornly, and Isla shakes her head amusedly. ‘You’re only cutting off your nose to spite your own face.’ ‘No, Isla, it’s not that. It’s a matter of pride. He’ll make me beg, and I refuse to beg for him ever again,’ I vow, and she just lets out a little sigh.

‘Fair enough. Don’t have sex with him then. But have sex with somebody. You’re so high-strung. You need to get that tension out,’ she says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Who would I have sex with? Any of the guys at this uni worth fucking are friends with him, and they wouldn’t break their stupid bro code,’ I mutter, and Isla thinks it over for a moment.

‘You could sleep with that guy that moved to you at that party. What was his name again? The one on the other football team? Jadon, was it?’ she asks, and my eyes widen. ‘Isla. My ex-boyfriend is the captain of our football team. I can’t sleep with the captain of his rival team,’ I say incredulously, and she looks at me disbelievingly.

‘y/n, Mason’s your ex. Who gives a fuck if you sleep with his rival?’ she says slowly, and I shake my head. ‘He might be my ex, but I still have respect, and decency. It’s a matter of principle,’ I say primly, and she just rolls her eyes. ‘Fine, have your respect and decency. I don’t know how to help you then.’ ‘I know how you can,’ I say suddenly, and she looks at me suspiciously.

‘I might be bi, but that does not mean I’ll sleep with any girl that-’ ‘Isla! That’s not what I meant!’ I exclaim, both of us laughing. ‘What did you mean then?’ ‘I need you to do me a favour. He stole my safety shorts, and said I have to get and get them off him in the changing rooms after their training, but I don’t want to get in a… situation with him. Do you think you could get them off him, at some point?’ I ask, and she raises an eyebrow.

‘Are you sure? If his dirty talk got you all… riled up, maybe you should get into a situation with him. Maybe it can be your way of getting to sleep with him without having to beg,’ she says, and I shake my head. ‘He’d still make me beg. Please, Isla,’ I pout, and she lets out a sigh. ‘Fine, fine, I’ll get your stupid shorts. Why you only wear that one pair, I’ll never know,’ she mutters, and I beam at her. ‘You’re the best!’ ‘Yeah, I know.’

I try to focus on the girls in front of me, practicing the routine, but my eyes keep wandering over to where the football team are warming up. Mason’s leading the warm-up, and even watching him from afar has me getting wetter and wetter. He’s only become captain this year, same as me with cheer, but he filled in for the old captain last year, when he was out for a couple weeks. I don’t think I’d ever fancied him more than watching him run around on the pitch with the captain’s armband on his bicep, getting angry and sweaty, shouting commands to the rest of his team. Leadership is sexy on him.

‘y/n. Shall we start with the performances now?’ Steph says, nudging me out of my reverie, and I nod, clearing my throat. ‘Okay, girls, gather ‘round please!’ I call out, all of them walking over to my desk. ‘We’re gonna start with your performances now. Can we start with Group A please?’ I say, the girls of Group A getting themselves ready whilst the others sit down around the open space.

One-by-one, the groups perform, and we all take notes, applauding them at the end of each performance. The football team are watching too, also applauding after each performance, and the thought that Mason is watching these girls dance makes me want to throttle someone, my own jealousy surprising me.

‘Okay, great job, everyone! Thank you so much for that! Now, we’ll move on to individual assessment. One of the squad members will show you which movements we’d like to see from you,’ I say, looking around at the squad, and they all look reluctant. ‘You should, y/n. As the cheer captain,’ Kayla says, and I curse internally.

‘No, I can’t,’ I begin, but all the hopefuls in front of me begin letting out noises of agreement, also wanting to see me show them. ‘I don’t have my safety shorts,’ I hiss to the squad behind me, all of them looking at me in confusion. ‘You never go anywhere without them. You literally took them to Serena’s wedding,’ Melina says, voicing everyone’s thoughts, and I sigh. ‘I did bring them with me today. I just… misplaced them,’ I say calmly, Isla barely holding back her laughter.

‘You can borrow someone else’s,’ Karina suggests, and I close my eyes for a moment to compose myself. ‘Please can someone else just do it?’ ‘y/n, it’s tradition that the captain does it,’ Mandy says, and I let out an impatient noise. ‘Fine, God, I’ll do it. But if I flash you all, I don’t wanna hear a word,’ I hiss irritably before getting out of my seat, the girls all cheering.

I give a false smile as I walk around to the other side of the desk, doing a couple of quick stretches to ready myself. ‘What’s first?’ I ask Steph, and she looks down at my notes. ‘Um… a standing split,’ she says, and I cringe internally. I’m wearing black underwear, under a black skirt, so it’s not like I’m flashing anything, but I still feel weird doing this without my safety shorts. I’m gonna kill that boy.

‘Okay, standing split. You just lift your leg, whichever leg is better, and bring it right up like this, with your arm in front of it, and try to hold for as long as you can, no longer than five seconds,’ I say, my right leg up against my body, my left arm holding my foot above my head. It’s slightly painful because I haven’t warmed up properly, but I’ve done this enough times that it’s easy.

I hear wolf whistles from the other side of the pitch, knowing it’s coming from his stupid teammates, and I drop my leg in embarrassment as all of the girls start clapping me. I show them all of the other moves – a full split, a pike jump, a toe touch jump, a hurdler jump, a front flip, a back flip and an aerial – and I get applause for every single one, triggered by the cheering from the idiot football team.

‘We’ll call you up one-by-one, unless you’ve asked to go with someone else, and we’d like you to show us a clasp, a high V, a T motion, and then go into the moves that you’re confident with. Show us your personality – we want bright and bubbly people on the squad, so don’t be afraid to chant or whatever, if you want to,’ I say as I take my seat again, sat with Steph and Isla, the rest of the squad sat on the grass, enjoying the weather and just watching the proceedings.

After a couple people, it starts to get repetitive, but I try my best to remain focused, not letting my gaze wander over to where the football team have started their training properly. Once the girls are all done (nearly two hours later), I call them all over to sit around the desk.

‘Thank you all so much for coming, and well done. What you did takes a lot of courage and you should all be so proud of yourselves, whether you make the squad or not. We’ve got your details from earlier, so we’ll be in contact tomorrow. Thank you, and you are free to go,’ I say with a smile, all of them thanking me as they get up, heading over to where their bags and belongings are piled up on one side of the pitch.

I let out a sigh, leaning back in my seat and rubbing my temples. ‘Well done, sis. We got there in the end,’ Steph says, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly, and I nod, rolling my neck to try and get rid of some of the tightness and tension in my body. I never realised how stressful being Cheer Captain is – I now understand why all the previous captains were such bitches.

‘Are we getting together tonight to discuss then?’ Jennie says, and I nod. ‘You’re all coming over to ours. We’ll order a Chinese or something and talk over our notes,’ I say, referring to mine, Steph’s and Isla’s apartment. Sometimes I think it’d be easier to get a massive house for all of us to live in together, like the football team do, but I know I’d quickly get irritated by the rest of the squad if I had to live with them.

‘It was a good group, to be fair. We might be able to compete this year,’ Isla says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Something will go wrong, like it always does. Injuries, or lack of funding,’ I say bleakly, and Steph hits me lightly on the shoulder. ‘y/n! That’s not the energy we need! You’re Cheer Captain, bitch. Act like it,’ she says sternly, and I laugh. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just… stressed,’ I murmur, saved from explaining why to the whole group with Kayla’s appearance, the girl saying that some of the hopefuls have questions.

I send the rest of the squad over to answer their questions, leaving me with just Steph and Isla. ‘Why are you so stressed? I know that was long and tiring, but it’s done now, and we’ve got some good girls in that group,’ Steph says, sounding concerned, and Isla bursts out laughing. ‘She doesn’t give a fuck about cheer right now, Steph. She’s too busy thinking about dick,’ Isla giggles, my eyes instantly flitting over to the football team at the mention.

It looks like they’re cooling down, stretching and lying around on the turf, and Mason’s laughing with Trev about something, the smile on his face giving me butterflies between my legs. For God’s sake, y/n, pull yourself together!

‘y/n! You’re not thirsting over your ex, are you?’ Steph says, both of us shooting her looks. ‘Says you, the queen of thirsting over her ex.’ ‘Listen. He might be an absolute twat, but he’s rich, and has good dick,’ Steph says honestly, Isla and I laughing.

‘Is your sudden… thirst something to do with how I saw him talking to you earlier?’ Steph asks, and I nod. ‘He just… pisses me off, but he’s so fucking sexy,’ I complain, both of them laughing at me. ‘y/n, just fuck him. Hate sex is the best type of sex,’ Steph says, and I roll my eyes. ‘No. I won’t give him what he wants. He stole my shorts and he wants me to go and get them from him in the changing room, and he’d make me beg him to fuck me. I’m not doing it. Isla’s gonna get my shorts instead,’ I say firmly.

‘Actually… no, I won’t,’ Isla says suddenly, and I look at her questioningly. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I think you should fuck him.’ ‘Isla, I won’t beg h-’ ‘Fine, don’t beg then. If you feel so strongly about not begging, it won’t hurt you to go. You can just get your shorts and then leave,’ Isla says, clearly holding back laughter, and I stare at her deadpan.

‘Don’t do this to me.’ ‘You’re a big girl, y/n. You can fight your own battles,’ Steph grins, and I death-stare the two of them. ‘I will murder you both,’ I threaten, and they just laugh, all of us watching the boys heading over to the sports building, knowing they’re heading into the changing rooms.

‘You better get a move on, love,’ Steph teases, and I hit her with my notepad. ‘Are you two really making me do this?’ I pout childishly, the two of them nodding in unison, and I let out an irritated sigh. ‘Fine, whatever. I’ll do it,’ I give in, and they exchange a victorious glance.

‘He said he’d wait for ten minutes. Won’t some of them still be in there?’ I say, the thought suddenly occurring to me. ‘Yeah, probably. He wants to humiliate you. So you have to play him at his own game,’ Isla says, all three of us falling into silence as we think about what I could do.

‘Okay, I have an idea,’ I smile, getting up from my seat, and they both look up at me in alarm. ‘You’re going now?’ Steph asks, and I nod firmly. ‘Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.’ ‘I doubt it,’ Isla calls after me, the two of them laughing hysterically like idiots as I walk across the pitch towards the sports building.

I head straight towards the boys’ changing room, Coach stood with his assistant outside the door. ‘y/n. Everything okay?’ he asks, and I take a deep breath. ‘Your captain stole my safety shorts,’ I say, Coach letting out a sigh. He pushes the door open, shouting for Mason, and the boy appears after a few long moments, in only his black training shorts and his black undershirt. I have to drag my eyes away from his body, trying to ignore the way his undershirt clings to his muscles.

He looks between me and Coach, the smile on his face disappearing. ‘Seriously? You snitched? It was a joke,’ he says slowly, the slight red of his cheeks betraying him. He’s clearly embarrassed that I’ve managed to make him look like a child in front of his coach. ‘It was not a joke, and you know it,’ I say serenely, and my calmness seems to piss him off even more, the boy taking a step closer to me.

‘It was a joke. I can’t believe you’ve come running to Coach, you fucking child-’ ‘I’m the child? That’s rich coming from you. And I didn’t go running to Coach. I came to get my shorts from you after you fucking stole them like a stupid little boy, and Coach just happened to be here,’ I say, and being called a stupid little boy seems to infuriate him further.

‘Call me a stupid little boy again, and watch what fucking happens,’ he threatens in a low voice, and I laugh at him, ignoring the way my underwear is sticking to my skin. ‘What are you gonna do? Stupid… little… boy,’ I smile, and he lets out a humourless laugh, shaking his head.

‘You’re so fucking immature.’ ‘I’m immature? Don’t make me laugh.’ ‘It’s not a joke, so I don’t know why you would laugh.’ ‘Oh, so this isn’t a joke? But you stealing my shorts was?’ ‘Yes, it was. I’m sorry you’re so fucking sensitive and you take everything so seriously,’ he says pointedly, and my mouth drops open.

‘I know you did not just fucking say that, you twat. My reaction to what you did to me was not me ‘taking everything seriously’ or ‘being sensitive’, so don’t you dare-’ ‘For God’s sake, are we seriously still talking about that? It’s been almost an entire year,’ he says tiredly. ‘You’re the one that brought it up, you fucking dick,’ I say, voice shaking with anger, and he just shakes his head.

‘I was making a point. You overreacted about that, and you’re overreacting again now. You clearly haven’t changed.’ ‘I haven’t changed? Are you being serious? I’m the one that hasn’t changed? You’re the one that’s still an immature, entitled, spoilt little brat,’ I spit out, and he raises an eyebrow, an amused sparkle in his eyes.

‘I’d be careful, y/n. Calling someone else a brat. What is it they say? People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones,’ he says, lips quirking up into a smirk, and I see red, taking a step towards him with a hand raised, wanting to slap him across the face.

‘Enough!’ Coach shouts, stepping between us, and it’s only now that I remember that he and the assistant coach are both stood there, as well as realising that the changing room door is wide open. Everyone heard that entire argument.

‘You’re acting like children. What kind of example are you setting? You’re captains of your respective teams – start acting like it before I demote you both,’ Coach threatens, both Mason and I falling into sullen silence. ‘Shut that door,’ Coach says, Mason shutting the changing room door, and Coach lets out a little sigh.

‘Listen to me. You’re good kids, and I like you both a lot. I want to see you both succeed in your captaincies, but that isn’t going to happen if you’re constantly at each other’s throats. I understand you share a rocky past, but you will have to put that aside for this year. The captains of both the football team and the cheer squad work closely together. You will have to have monthly meetings, you will have to co-ordinate your practice and training sessions, you will have to travel to away matches on the same bus. You’ll never achieve anything if you can’t remain civil. So stop this childish bickering, and grow up. Do you understand?’ Coach says in a low and stern voice, the boys leaving the changing room as he speaks, desperately trying to listen in to what he’s saying.

‘I asked if you both understand,’ Coach says, both of us chorusing a sulky ‘yes’. ‘Good. Now, you two need to either resolve whatever it is between you, or just move on from it. Here,’ Coach says, handing Mason the changing room keys, the boy taking them into his vascular hand. ‘Go and get her shorts, and lock up behind you. We have a meeting to get to, so I will see you both at training in two days,’ Coach says, both of us bidding him and the assistant coach goodbye before they disappear upstairs.

I turn to Mason, the boy grinning at me, and I hit him on the arm, the boy not even flinching. ‘You dick. I can’t believe you just called me a brat in front of Coach,’ I say angrily, the boy laughing. ‘You brought it on yourself, calling me a brat. You should know not to be such a hypocrite,’ he smirks, and I bite my tongue, not wanting to get into another argument with him.

‘Go and get my shorts before I shatter your kneecaps,’ I say through gritted teeth, and he doesn’t react with any surprise, used to my threats of violence. ‘Come and get them,’ he grins before disappearing into the changing room, leaving me stood there trying to keep my temper under control. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with him in the changing room, and here we are.

I take a deep breath before I push the door open, the smell of strong aftershave and sweaty boys flooding my senses, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. I walk down the main aisle, looking between the rows of lockers on either side of me. When I reach the end of the lockers and step out into the open changing area, I feel a pair of hands push me up against the last locker, the metal clang echoing loudly around the room as I try to get my bearings, blinking to see Mason stood in front of me, his body mere inches from mine.

‘I can’t believe you snitched to Coach,’ he whispers, hand appearing at the base of my throat, instantly sending shivers through me. ‘What did you expect me to do?’ I say breathlessly, and he tilts my head back so I can look up at him, his dark eyes locking with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. ‘I expected you to come in here and beg me to fuck you,’ he murmurs, and I let out a little laugh.

‘I told you. I don’t beg, especially not for you.’ ‘Sounds like something I used to say. Trying to play me at my own game, babe?’ he asks, amusement creeping into his voice, but he’s mainly angry, his veins corded tight and body tense, muscle jumping in his jaw with the effort of keeping himself under control. ‘No. I just don’t want you,’ I reply with a smile, and he lets out a humourless laugh, pads of his fingers lightly pressing into the sides of my throat.

‘Sure. Of course you don’t. Let’s see how much you don’t want me,’ he murmurs, his free hand pushing one of my legs out wider so he has space to put his hand up my skirt. The second his fingers make contact with my underwear, he lets out a laugh at how wet the material is, making me look away from him in embarrassment.

‘Look at me, babe,’ he commands, my eyes flitting back to his as he pushes my pants aside, swiping a finger along my dripping wet folds. I let out a shaky breath, and he chuckles softly. ‘I think you’re lying, angel. I think you actually do want me. A lot,’ he grins, taking his hand from under my skirt and lifting his finger to his mouth, his skin glistening with my arousal. He takes his finger into his mouth, eyes closing as he tastes me, a soft groan rumbling from his chest.

‘God, you taste even better than I remember. Behave, and I might eat you out,’ he murmurs, and despite the thrill that runs through my body, I’m too stubborn to give in. ‘I’m not here for you to eat me out, or fuck me, or whatever it is that you’re so desperate to do to me. I’m here for my safety shorts,’ I exhale, and he rolls his eyes.

‘You can earn them.’ ‘Earn them? They’re mine, you dick,’ I spit out, and he laughs softly. ‘Not anymore. You can either earn them… or swap them for something,’ he proposes, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Swap them for what?’ I ask, and he pretends to think it over, both of us already knowing what he’s gonna say. ‘Your pants,’ he says softly, and I’m silent for a few moments, debating what I should do. And as much as I want to stay strong, I find my resolve weakening even more with every second I stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

‘Take them then,’ I whisper, and he doesn’t react for a moment. ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, and he isn’t teasing – he’s genuinely stunned. ‘I told you take them,’ I breathe out, and his eyes darken, chest rising and falling with a deep breath, the boy trying to compose himself. But he loses his self-control almost as quickly as I lost my resolve – it seems neither of us are very strong-willed.

His lips crash against mine, and he kisses me forcefully and passionately, his hand pressing into the side of my throat whilst the other wanders up and down my body. The familiarity of this, of kissing him, of having his hands on me, is so overwhelming, and I can’t help but kiss him back, hands resting on his chest before sliding down to the hem of his undershirt. We break apart briefly so I can take his shirt off before our lips reconnect, my hands roaming across his smooth skin and hard muscle.

The way our lips move in perfect sync brings back memories of long nights past, and I let out a whimper against his mouth, the sound only making him more desperate, our kiss turning sloppy and his movements becoming even rougher. I didn’t realise how much I missed him, his scent and his taste only making me want him more.

I slide my hands into his hair, pulling lightly on the locks, and he lets out a heavenly groan into my mouth, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. He takes my lower lip between his teeth before running his tongue across it, making me moan softly. ‘Fuck. You sound so fucking pretty,’ he says against my lips, lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him full access to me.

He moves my pants aside, sliding a finger into me, and I can’t help but break the kiss, my head falling back against the locker as my walls tighten around his finger. ‘Stop clenching. If you can’t even take one finger, how will you take my cock? Stop clenching, babe,’ he murmurs soothingly as his finger pumps in and out of me leisurely, my hands clutching onto his shoulders.

His mouth finds my bare neck, lips pressing kisses and teeth nipping softly at skin as he fucks me with his finger, gradually increasing his pace before adding another finger, making me whimper. Obscene squelching fills the room, drowning out the soft noises that fall from my lips as he scissors his fingers in an attempt to stretch me out, my body squirming against the lockers.

‘Stop fucking moving, or I’ll spread you across my lap. I might not have a belt with me, but my hand works just fine,’ he threatens, lips moving against my skin, and I try my best to keep myself still, but when the tips of his fingers brush against the spongy spot inside me, a gasp escapes my lips as my back arches away from the lockers, boobs pressing against his chest, his lips curving up into a smirk. My slick coats his skin as he rocks his hand back and forth, my moans becoming more and more frequent, my walls fluttering around him uncontrollably.

‘Does that feel good, angel?’ he asks in a gentle voice, and all I can do is moan in response, but he takes it as an answer, his thumb beginning to draw harsh circles at my clit. ‘Fuck, Mason,’ I moan, and he hums against my skin, fingers getting me closer and closer to my orgasm. ‘That’s my good girl. My pretty baby, so good for me,’ he murmurs soothingly, lips sucking at the skin under my jaw, and the knot in my stomach only tightens more and more.

And then his fingers disappear from inside me. ‘Mase,’ I whimper, and his gaze hardens. ‘Don’t be a fucking brat, or I’ll edge you until you’re fucking crying. Is that what you want, angel?’ he demands, and I don’t respond. He used to be able to get me to submit with minimal effort, but that was then. I won’t be his little bitch anymore.

I match his stare, not saying a word, and he breaks after a few moments, chuckling softly. ‘Looks like I was wrong. Maybe you have changed. Not such a good girl after all,’ he muses, and I roll my eyes. ‘It doesn’t matter. It just means breaking you will be even more fun,’ he grins before sinking down to his knees. I can barely mask my shock – in the couple years we were together, he never got on his knees for me. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s changed.

He slides his hands up my bare legs before his fingers hook around the waistband of my pants. He slowly pulls them down my legs, helping me step out of them, and he throws them over his shoulder to the bench where his belongings sit. He clearly wasn’t joking about a trade.

He pushes my legs apart before pulling one over his shoulder, his face mere centimetres from where I want him most. He doesn’t make a move though, and I slide my fingers into his hair, trying to pull his head closer to me. ‘Behave,’ he warns, and I sigh, loosening my grip on his locks and waiting for him to do something, my patience wearing thin very quickly.

‘Mason,’ I breathe out, and he chuckles, his warm breath fanning across my dripping wet pussy, making me shudder. ‘I want you to beg, babe,’ he murmurs, and I let out a soft laugh. ‘Not gonna happen.’ ‘Then I won’t make you cum,’ he threatens, and I look down at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘Fine by me. I’ll find someone else. I’m sure one of your teammates could do a better job than you,’ I grin, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenched.

‘You fucking brat. Don’t even think about fucking one of my teammates, I swear to God. I could’ve dragged you off the pitch when you did that fucking standing split earlier, flashed your pants to the entire team,’ he spits out angrily, and I grin to myself at pissing him off so easily. ‘I thought you were supposed to be the image of class and sophistication. Not a dirty little whore,’ he murmurs, and I shoot him a death stare.

Before I can respond, his head disappears beneath my skirt and I feel him lick a slow, bold stripe across my folds, my hips jerking at the feeling. He swirls his tongue around my clit, making me let out a whimper of his name, and he chuckles against my core, grabbing onto my waist to hold me in place.

‘I wonder what the cheer girls would think if they knew their captain was being eaten out in the boys’ changing room. I wonder what they’d say if they heard their captain’s pretty moans, saw their captain being a desperate little bitch for her ex-boyfriend,’ he teases, warm breath hitting my skin, sending shivers through me, before he begins licking along my folds, tongue hard and flat against me.

I grip onto his shoulders, head thrown back against the lockers, my moans of his name projecting around the room as he brings his fingers to clit, rubbing slow circles. The stimulation at my clit paired with his long licks have me falling apart on his tongue, my stomach already tightening with another threat of an orgasm.

And then he pushes a finger between my folds again, pumping in and out of me as my walls tighten at the intrusion. ‘Gotta stretch you out for my cock, babe. Take it like a good girl. Stop clenching,’ he murmurs soothingly against my inner thigh as he pushes three fingers into me, the stretch making me moan out. ‘Fuck, Mason,’ I whimper, and he hums in response before attaching his lips to my clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves.

‘So good for me, angel. Taking my fingers so well,’ he says, lips still against my clit, and I feel my high nearing quickly, moans and whimpers escaping my lips every few seconds. He’s still just as good with his mouth, his tongue flicking harshly across my clit before he licks along my folds, fingers still pumping into me, curling against the spot inside that brings me closer and closer to the edge. And he knows how close I am, the pace of his fingers and his tongue ever increasing.

And then we hear the door of the changing room open, followed by a group of loud male voices, laughing and joking. Before I can even register it, Mason’s on his feet, lifting me up into his arms and practically sprinting into the shower area, rushing into one of the cubicles. He puts me down carefully, a hand over my mouth, my orgasm fading away because of the fear of being caught.

In my mind, the logical thing to do would be to stay silent and wait for them to leave. But, as he’s proven time and time again, Mason isn’t logical, the boy pushing me up against the tiled wall, his free hand pushing his shorts down just enough to free his hard cock. He keeps his hand over my mouth as he pumps himself, rubbing his precum across his length and biting down on his lip to keep himself silent.

He lets go of his cock after a few seconds to lift one of my legs against his body, ankle slotting into place on his shoulder. Despite thinking this is a terrible idea, I let him do as he pleases, his fingers slipping into my mouth to keep me quiet as he runs the head of his cock up and down my folds, my walls clenching in anticipation.

Our eyes are locked together, a smirk on his face as he slowly slides into me, his cock stretching me out almost painfully. My face contorts with pleasure under his intense gaze as he fills me up completely, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to moan out his name, my head falling back against the shower wall with a dull thud.

‘What was that?’ I hear one of the boys say, the others asking what he’s talking about, and panic fills my body. But along with the panic is arousal at the idea of being caught, my pussy gushing around Mason, and he smirks, slowly thrusting into me like he has all the time in the world.

I hear footsteps nearing us before they stop abruptly. ‘Look at this,’ a voice says quietly, more footsteps following his words. ‘What?’ ‘Look.’ ‘Is that… a pair of pants?’ ‘Yeah. And those shorts that the cheerleaders wear, next to Mount’s bag.’ ‘Didn’t he take y/n’s shorts? Do you think those are hers? And the pants?’ ‘Who else?’ ‘Nah, no way. y/n hates him. She’d never fuck him,’ one of the voices says with conviction, Mason grinning victoriously, and I roll my eyes with irritation, trying to ignore his slow and steady thrusts.

‘They used to date, idiot.’ ‘Yeah, used to. Didn’t you hear them arguing? There’s no way they’d be fucking now.’ ‘Nah, I bet they are.’ ‘Where, though? In here?’ ‘We’d be able to hear them if they were in here. They’re probably in a toilet somewhere.’ ‘No way. They’re not fucking. They hate each other,’ one of the boys says, and I can barely focus, distracted by the waves of pleasure rolling over me.

‘That’s the best way for it to be, bro. Didn’t you hear how he called her a brat in front of Coach? I bet she was so angry at him, and when exes are angry at each other, they hate-fuck,’ the guy says, as though it’s so simple, and Mason looks like he’s just about holding back his laughter, rocking his hips against mine at a steady pace.

‘Do you believe him?’ ‘Believe who, about what?’ ‘Mount, about y/n being a brat.’ ‘Yeah. They dated. If anyone knows, it’s him.’ ‘He’s so lucky.’ ‘Lucky?’ ‘Yeah. He used to date the cheer captain, and he got to fuck her as well?’ ‘She wasn’t cheer captain when they were together.’ ‘She was still sexy, though,’ one guy says, all of them laughing. ‘Has little Jakey got a crush on the cheer captain?’ one of them says teasingly, all of them mocking the one guy who tries to defend himself, the others eventually agreeing with him that I am sexy, which definitely boosts my ego.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ one of them says suddenly. ‘Why?’ ‘Because if they come back and we’re in here talking about them, don’t you think it’ll be awkward?’ ‘They’re not fucking.’ ‘Then why are y/n’s pants and shorts next to Mount’s bag? Explain that, bro.’ ‘…Whatever.’ ‘Exactly. Come on, let’s just go.’ Their footsteps and voices get quieter before we hear the door open and close.

We’re both silent for a few seconds, to make sure they’re definitely gone, before Mason pulls all the way out only to slam back in. I let out a loud moan around his fingers, his other hand moving to rest at the base of my throat whilst his cock hammers into me ruthlessly.

‘You’re so wet for me, y/n. My pretty baby likes the idea of being caught with her ex’s cock inside her, yeah? Does the thought of being caught turn you on, babe? Or is it the thought that some little second years have crushes on you?’ he asks, and I can’t even muster up a response, just moaning helplessly as he slams into me, the drag of his cock against my walls making me weak.

‘Taking me so well, angel. So good for me, babe,’ he praises, his voice strained with the effort of pounding into me, and my mind is completely blank of anything, of everything but him. I didn’t realise how much I missed his cock, didn’t remember how good he felt inside me.

I feel my orgasm nearing, my walls fluttering around him, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking me hard, his balls slapping up against my ass, one of my hands gripping onto his shoulder to keep myself steady, the other splayed against the cold shower wall. My legs are starting to ache, with one being up against his shoulder and the other trying to hold all my body weight on my tiptoes, but this was always his favourite position. He liked putting my flexibility to good use, proud to fuck such a good cheerleader.

‘You’re even more flexible now, babe. Stretching for me so well, such a good girl,’ he breathes out, fingers slipping out of my mouth and sliding down to grope at my boobs through my top, his short nails digging into the soft flesh of my breasts. And then I feel his cock twitching inside me, knowing he’s nearing his high just like I am.

Instead of speeding up like he always used to, he slows down, fucking me deep, the head of his cock scraping against the spot inside me. He lets out sinfully soft grunts and groans as he moves his hand from my boobs to rub slow circles at my clit, clearly wanting me to get there first.

‘Feels good?’ he asks, and I just about manage to nod, a soft laugh falling from his lips. ‘Of course it does. No one can fuck you as well as I can, babe. You’re all mine, right? My good little slut,’ he murmurs, clearly testing if I’ll make good of my threat from earlier, but I’m too caught up in the pleasure to react. He could call me whatever he wants in this moment – as long as I get to cum on his cock, I don’t give a fuck.

‘Close?’ he asks, and I let out a whimper of his name in response, and he takes that as an answer, rubbing more forcefully at my clit, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the spot that makes me let out choked moans, an arrogant grin on his face. His hand around my throat tightens, cutting off my airways slightly, and I let out an unintelligible string of curses, my breathing quickly becoming laboured.

‘Are you gonna cum, y/n? Is my pretty baby gonna cum for her ex-boyfriend who she hates so much, who she’d never fuck?’ he asks with a smirk, the knot in my stomach uncomfortably tight, pleasure filling my body from head to toe. ‘Come on, angel. Cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good little slut,’ he murmurs against my ear, voice deep and soft.

His cock pounding into me, his fingers rubbing my clit, his hand tight around my throat, his dirty talk – it’s all too much, and my high hits me so hard. My mouth falls open in a silent moan, my legs shaking and my walls clenched around him so hard he can’t move. He keeps me pressed against the wall to stop me from falling as he rubs my clit to get me through my orgasm, my vision completely blurred with the tears that stream down my face, my nails digging into his back and my head thrown back.

As soon as I begin to come down from my high and my walls loosen around him, he begins to chase his own orgasm, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, and the overstimulation is too much, making me whine and sob pathetically, but he doesn’t care, both hands on my waist to keep me in place so he can fuck into me as hard as he pleases.

I blink away the tears, my vision finally clearing, and I nearly cum again just from the sight of him. His hair is pasted down to his forehead with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, lips parted and letting out grunts and groans and moans of my name, his lips swollen and shining. His eyes are impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed, his tan skin tinged with red. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tensed. He looks like sin incarnate.

His dick twitches uncontrollably, and I gather the last ounces of my energy to clench around him, holding him in place, deep inside me, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum. So good for me, angel, so good. Shit, I’m gonna-’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl with satisfaction as he buries his head in my neck, letting out a moan of my name against my skin.

He fills me up with his cum, slowly moving his hips back and forth to get himself through his orgasm, and I try my best to meet his thrusts, rocking my body against his. Once he’s come down from his high, he carefully pulls out of me and takes my leg down from his shoulder, relief flooding my body.

His gaze is focused between my legs as he tucks himself back in, obviously expecting to see his cum dripping out of me, and I roll my eyes to myself. ‘It’s too deep,’ I say, voice hoarse, and he looks at me questioningly. ‘You came too deep. It won’t come out yet,’ I breathe out, and he looks proud of himself, which makes me roll my eyes again.

‘Come on,’ he murmurs, lifting me into his arms and carrying me out into the open changing space, lying me down on the bench beside his bag. He gets a towel out of his bag and slides it over my body, cleaning me up as I try to get my breath back, sipping on his water.

‘Do you have a change of clothes?’ he asks and, despite my tiredness, I shake my head at his stupid question. ‘Where would I have a change of clothes, Mason? Up my arse?’ I ask sarcastically, and he gives me a half-hearted dirty look. ‘There’s no space, not with the stick up there.’ ‘It’s not the stick taking up the space. It’s your fat head,’ I murmur, and he lets out a surprised laugh, giving me an impressed nod.

‘Okay, I’m gonna take that as a no. I’ve got something you can wear, though,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I’m not walking out of this changing room wearing your training kit.’ ‘It’s not my training kit, stupid. I’ve got a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that would fit you,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Oh, yeah, because no one’ll suspect anything if I leave the changing room wearing your clothes,’ I say drily, and he gives me a ‘seriously?’ look.

‘They’ll already be suspecting. Our friends will be waiting for us on the pitch, wondering where we are, and then they’re gonna realise we’re both gone and probably connect the dots that we’re together. People will see you leaving the boys’ changing room. And someone will have definitely walked past and heard you screaming my name like a little slut,’ he says purposely, laughing maniacally as he ducks away from my slap.

‘Oh, and those boys that came in. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve gone and told all their mates. I bet everyone already knows,’ he says, not sounding particularly bothered, but I’m full of dread. The last thing I need is everyone speaking about how the new Cheer Captain got fucked by her ex-boyfriend in the boys’ changing room on the day of try-outs.

‘This was a mistake,’ I mutter to myself, sitting up and staring unseeingly at the wall, the possibilities of what everyone’s gonna be saying about me already filling my mind. ‘What?’ ‘I said that this was a mistake.’ ‘Was it?’ he asks with a raised eyebrow. ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, it’s the best mistake I’ve ever made,’ he grins, and I almost hit him.

‘Mase, this isn’t funny,’ I say, his face softening at hearing his nickname on my lips for the first time in a long time. ‘I know, babe, I’m sorry. We’ll deny it. To everyone that asks. We’ll say that we just… sat here and spoke things out,’ he says, and I bite my lip worriedly.

‘What about those boys? They saw my underwear.’ ‘You should be grateful they came in. They saved you from having to beg,’ he says, and I just stare at him, waiting for him to be serious. ‘I’ll speak to them, don’t worry. If they want to keep their spots on the team, they won’t talk about it,’ he says, taking my hands into his comfortingly. ‘Promise?’ ‘I promise. No one needs to know the truth,’ he murmurs, earnest eyes locked with mine, and I nod, my nerves eased slightly.

‘Okay. Thank you.’ ‘Of course, babe. Now, don’t stress. It’s all gonna be fine. I’ll deal with it,’ he says firmly, helping me up from the bench, and I take a deep breath, my legs shaky. I walk around the space to get my legs back to normal, Mason getting himself redressed before sitting on the bench and watching me amusedly.

Once I’m steady on my feet, I hold out a hand for my underwear. He passes me my shorts, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I have to put my underwear on before my shorts.’ ‘What part of the word ‘trade’ do you not understand, babe? You swapped your underwear for your shorts,’ he grins, and my eyes widen.

‘You’re not being serious.’ ‘I am, actually. Deadly serious,’ he says contentedly, tucking the pants into his pocket, and I close my eyes, keeping myself calm and willing myself not to murder him. I pull the shorts on, the feeling of them against my bare skin uncomfortable, and he just watches with an entertained smirk on his face. ‘How thick are they?’ he asks, and I look at him in confusion. ‘What?’ ‘How thick are your shorts?’ ‘Not thick at all. They have to be lightweight.’

‘You’d better clench then, babe. Don’t want my cum dripping down your leg in front of everyone, do you?’ he grins, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘I hate you.’ ‘Do you let every boy that you hate fuck you like a little slut, then?’ ‘I swear to God, Mason, I will ruin your football career.’ ‘It’s worth it for you, babe.’

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Hold my hand? - L.H.

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Summary: When you see your toxic ex at the store, you enlist the help of the first person you see. Who of course ends up being several times formula 1 world champion, and super sexy man, Lewis Hamilton.

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: Some swearing. Mentions abuse (just a question)

Notes: First Hamilton fic! FLUFF! Just needed to write out some feelings after yesterday’s race. Also, wrote this in like, an hour. Not proof read.

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“Okay, I know this is out of the blue, but could you just, eh- hold my hand?”

“What?” The extremely handsome, very tall, very fit guy asks, as he raises a perfect eyebrow at you. You blush to the roots of your hair.

“My ex is over there. Can I just, god this is weird, but can I just hold your hand until he leaves?” The guy looks behind you, eyes searching. You can feel yourself start to sweat. This is extremely embarrassing. You must seem like such an idiot to this god-like man you just met at the grocery store. This was a stupid idea. But before you can run away and hide in shame forever, he takes your hand in his tan one, grasping it firmly. You’re glued to the spot.

“Just til he leaves,” the guy says, then turns back to the shelf, looking at the various types of pesto. You just stand there. Your face feels warm and your palm sweaty. You just hope the guy doesn’t mind. He takes two jars of pesto down. “Which one is best?”

You have no idea. You like pesto, but these are fancy types. You usually just buy the cheapest. So you just point. The guy chuckles, but adds it to his basket. Suddenly, he tugs at your hand, pulling you to him, so that you're right up against his side.

“That him?” He asks, with a subtle nod to the left. You quickly glance over, then nod. Yeah. Your ex. Stupid, cheating, asshole, lying ex. Your saviour speaks again. “He looks like an asshole.”

You can’t help but laugh. The guy grins down at you, seemingly pleased with himself. His smile knocks the air out of you. God, he’s handsome. You can sense your ex coming closer. Instinctively, you wrap your other hand around your new friend's biceps. It’s like he’s sensing how uncomfortable you are, because he puts down his basket, puts both his hands on your hips, and turns you around, so that your back is against the shelf, and your view of the store is blocked by his large frame.

Your breath catches in your throat, as a fiery blush cascades down your face and neck. God this guy is fit. It’s like being stuck between a shelf and a wall. Handsome-man leans close, whispering.

“That relationship didn't end well, did it?” He asks. You shake your head nervously. “He cheated?”

You nod. Your new guy is clearly extremely perspective. You can see anger flash over his face, and you nearly flinch. He catches that. His brows furrow, and he frowns.

“Was he abusive?”

“No-,” you said. Which was true. “He just got a bit, loud- sometimes.”

Your friend looks around the two of you. He still has your view of the store blocked.

“He just left.” The guy states. You nod. Neither of you move. You bite your lip, and avoid his eyes. They’re deep brown, and intense. Very intense. “I’m Lewis, by the way.”

You meet his eyes, finally. “Y/N”

It takes a few more seconds of Lewis studying your face, before he lets go of your hips, and takes a step back. You miss his warmth immediately. He looks around, and frowns.

“Something wrong?” You ask him. Lewis turns back to you with a smile.

“No, it’s nothing. Hey, give me your phone.” You raise an eyebrow. Lewis chuckles and smiles at you. “I’m adding my number. If you need someone to hold your hand again.”

When he’s done typing his number, he winks at you, and walks away. You're left all alone in the pasta sauce aisle, back against a row of pesto sauces as you take a few calming breaths. What the fuck just happened?

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“So… Want to explain?” Lewis groans, and rubs his face. He’s sitting in a meeting room, Angela and Jade, his PR coordinator, both staring him down with their hands on their hips. If he wasn’t annoyed, he would have laughed at how similar they looked.

“I just met her at the grocery store. She had a creepy ex following her.” Both women sigh. Jade picks up one of the five magazines in front of him. “Playboy-Hamilton seen with a third girl this week.”

“I’m aware that it doesn’t look good, but I swear-” His phone pings, cutting of his sentence. Angela sighs loudly as he picks it up.

“Oh, fuck…” is all Lewis manages to say.

Y/N: YOU’RE FAMOUS???

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You pace the length of your tiny living room. Your best friend, Layla, is sitting on the couch, flipping the pages of the gossip magazine she brought over to your apartment.

“I can’t believe you made out with Lewis Hamilton in a grocery store and didn’t tell me,” she says, nonchalantly.

“I didn’t make out with him! He just helped me hide from Evan.”

“And gave you his number. He at least wants to make out.” You send Layla a look that simply means shut up. She rolls her eyes, and smirks. Your phone starts vibrating in your hand, the screen lighting up with Lewis’ name. You and Layla share a panicked look, before she grabs the phone and accepts the call. She presses the phone to your ear as you try to push her away. The phone drops to the floor in the process.

“Y/N? Hello?” Lewis asks through the phone. Swallowing hard, you pick up the phone.

“Hi,” you answer, trying to sound calm. Lewis sighs in relief.

“Y/n, I am so sorry!” He says, actually sounding genuine. Your heart speeds up slightly.

“I feel extremely dumb.” You admit to him, as Layla rolls her eyes.

“Don’t! Trust me, it was actually incredibly nice not being recognized. But I should have been more careful about other people surrounding us. I just wanted to-” Behind Lewis, someone cuts him off, a muffled voice saying things you can’t hear.

“I won't do that-” Lewis protests, not to you. The person speaks again. And Lewis sighs hard. After a beat he speaks up again.

“My PR coordinator, Jade, wants you to sign a sort of, eh- non disclosure agreement. Just to ensure you won't speak about yesterday.” Your heart drops to your feet as a frown settles on your features. They think you’ll speak about this? That you’ll drag Lewis name through the mud after he was so nice to you. It feels like a punch in the gut.

“Trust me,” you spit out, sounding angrier than intended, “I won't say anything.”

Then you hang up quickly, and collapse onto the couch, Layla rubbing your arm slowly.

—-----------------------

It takes two weeks before you hear anything from Lewis again. In that time, you learn everything you can about formula 1 and Lewis Hamilton. You can barely believe the incredible talent and spirit of this man. It’s insane.

You’re just watching a re-cap of one of his races, when the doorbell to your apartment sounds. Not bothering to pause the video, you get up, and walk to the door. Without checking who it is, you pull open the door. Expecting it to be pizza, you nearly slam the door shut when you see Lewis standing there.

“Ow,” he mutters, and you notice his foot between the door and the doorframe.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” You yelp, and pull the door open again. Lewis shakes his head.

“It’s fine,” he chuckled. You blush. He mentions towards you, and you shuffle away from the door, letting him through. He looks around.

“How did you find me?” You ask him, he turns towards you, and points to your TV.

“Why are you watching me on TV?” You blush deeply.

“I was curious,” you mutter. Lewis smiles. Of course. It would take anyone like, three seconds on the internet to find you. It wasn’t exactly hard. Lewis walks further into your apartment, taking off his shoes on the way. You walk nervously behind him. The apartment is always small, but it feels miniature with his large frame standing in the middle.

“It’s usually cleaner,” you say, not knowing what else to say. Lewis laughs, and turns to you.

“I’m sorry about Abu Dhabi-” you say, just as he says:

“I can't stop thinking about you.” Both of you blush. You keep your eyes on your toes, not knowing what to say, and not being able to look Lewis in the eyes. He sighs, but you can hear the smile in it. His feet come closer to yours.

“Thank you. But it just wasn’t my time. And that’s alright.” His hand gently tilts your face upwords. Your eyes lock with his, and it’s like every single butterfly in the whole world is cartwheeling in your stomach. Lewis continues talking.

“I can't stop thinking about you, though. When I didn’t win. My first thought was you. So I’m here to ask if, please, you would wanna go on a date with me.”

You swallow thickly, but you can’t hold back the smile stretching onto your face.

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding, as Lewis sends you the most radiant smile you’ve ever seen. God, he’s beautiful.

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pet-pet-peet · 3 years ago

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For the 100 follower event, I would like a headcannon in which the fem! reader asks the dorm leaders, including Jamil to be her pretend boyfriend. But what happens if the boys fall in love for real? Super fluff, please! Thanks!💖

Ohohoho, I think I know you 👀 I saw the other user you requested this from~

Lolol, I hope you like my rendition, too!

(I wasn’t in too great of a headspace for this one, nothing in relation to the request, but it may reflect on my writing a bit)

100 follower event

200 follower event

Masterlist

Story: Your controlling family is coming over to stay with you while one of the twst boys is visiting, so you ask if he can pretend to be your boyfriend so they don’t get too weird about you having a guy friend (sorry I made it kinda angsty, but I wanted to give what I feel is a reason to ask this of someone)

Tw: Toxic karen parents, Azul’s goes into food stuff (counting calories, weight insecurity), I go a bit crazy with the Malleus section (it’s a bit trauma bond-y)

Pairing(s): Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus x female reader who asks them to be her pretend boyfriend (separate)

He understood very well; his mother is odd about him having any sort of friendship as well, so he agrees to help you

He plays his role quite well, but is noticeably pretty awkward about some actions; such as wrapping his arms around your waist or unprotected hand holding

He gets the hang of it, however, and becomes a very caring boyfriend! Except..he isn’t really

Your family believes your act, though you could tell that your parents were watching Riddle like a hawk, and they definitely noticed how awkward his actions were

Over the next few days, they try to get you in private to confront you about their concerns over your relationship

They even try to get Riddle into positions where he’ll do something they hope will convince you to break it off

When they call him short and make fun of his height, the whole thing escalated; he couldn’t stop his anger from getting out of hand as he verbally lashes out at them

They tell you that you need to leave him immediately because he’s verbally abusive, and Riddle thinks the whole thing is probably over

He felt a bit sad about it, the idea of not being able to hold you the way you two had the past few days hit him harder than he thought it would

Then you started to defend him, telling your family that they needed to stop antagonizing him or else they have to leave

They begrudgingly did the latter after another argument; Riddle knew he had to come up to you once they were gone and let you know how he felt, he wouldn’t feel right keeping it a secret from you

Leona didn’t get it, the first thing he asks is why you care so much about what your family thinks

It takes you telling him that it’ll make the whole experience easier for both of you, since he’s stuck with you until the date he and Crowley agreed on to open the portal again

He groans, begrudgingly agreeing with the teasing remark of “make sure you don’t go and actually fall in love with me~”

He’s his normal self, but slightly nicer to you and a bit more physical; much more subtle in his way of showing a relationship

He’ll hold your hand or put a hand on your back, but he mostly helps with things you need to do

Gets a bit annoyed at your family and isn’t afraid to show it, saying that they’re nosy very openly

While at first they seem to like him, that comment changed their whole demeanor on him and your relationship

They’ll tell you that he doesn’t actually care about you, and that he’s a toxic pig using you so he can laze around all day

He’s pissed, but you’re more pissed, arguing back that he’s helped you more in the days all of you spent together than they did; they got annoyed and left shortly after

Leona waits until the door is closed before wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his face against the back of your neck; you say that he doesn’t have to pretend anymore, he tells you “Then let’s stop pretending and make this real”

He’s very uneasy about the idea, not really wanting to get involved with your family matters, so you offer him a contract instead

If he pretends to be your boyfriend, you’ll do whatever he wants for a week; obviously he can’t deny it, since it’s very blatantly in his favor

He does his best to be super boyfriend, too, it’s insanely believable

He’s very uncomfortable around your parents, though, and of course they can notice his littlest flaws with how hard they stare at him

They somehow managed to notice how picky he is with his foods, how he asks you to keep track of the amount of calories you eat, etc.

They try to use this to convince you that he’s not a good partner, telling you that he can’t love you enough to make your own decisions with food

They really tick you off when they doubt his prior weight issues and they poke and prod at his insecurities

He was on the brink of telling you that your facade wasn’t worth enduring this, but for some reason it was very hard for him to actually say any of that; almost like he didn’t believe it

He understands why once you start to defend him, telling your parents they have no right to talk about him and his issues and experiences; he realizes how deeply he’s truly buried himself by these false feelings coming alive, loud and true

When your parents leave, he asks if he can rephrase his part of the contract: instead of doing whatever he wants for a week, he’d like if you can continue the relationship for real forever

He’s very down to do this, honestly happy to help you in any way

He’s very into it, asking to help you with dinner every night and giving you kisses on your head

Anytime you two sit together he’s holding you, not to mention all of the compliments and cute ‘good morning’s

Your parents would still try their best to claim he’s not good enough for you, claiming he’s “very clingy” in an otherwise casual conversation

Kalim doesn’t let it get to him, but he could tell that you were getting frustrated with them; through the whole facade, he became very in tune with your emotions

Honestly, the only thing that kept you from snapping at them for mistreating this sweet ray of sunshine is him being able to keep you down

You break one day when they really decide to go at him; it was obviously effecting him deeply and you couldn’t handle seeing that

You kick your parents out and comfort Kalim, who kept reassuring you that he was okay and that he was more worried for you

He’ll hug you close and thank you for defending him, but tell you he didn’t pay too much attention to them; that he was more worried about you and how you were feeling

He lets it out that he grew to care deeply for you through the days you were playing these roles, asking if you could continue your relationship

He asks why, a lot; will eventually give in with a lot of begging, though

He doesn’t take the role lightly; he cooks for you every night and indulges your family in conversation

Not much for showing physical affection, but he gives more headpats and doesn’t mind sitting closer to you

This doesn’t slip past your parent’s eyes, they take this and run with it like the toxic people they are

They like to request he do things like hug you or hold your hand, which makes him uncomfortable but he’s good at pretending he’s not and just laughs at them

Realizing this isn’t working, your parents decide to go a little more direct with you, telling you they don’t like how little he initiates affection

You tell them it’s honestly none of their business, and that it’s between you and him

They really don’t like that and an argument ensues that ends with Jamil humming and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind

He mockingly asks if they want to see you two make out, too; they get embarrassed and leave pretty quickly

When they leave, he doesn’t let go of you and instead asks directly if you would be interested in continuing things, clarifying that he doesn’t mind either answer

He understands your situation very well, and is fully capable and willing to fill in the role of your partner

He’ll help do your skincare in the morning with sweet laughs and flirtatious jokes bouncing between you both

Shows a lot of affection from the start; he’ll hold you from behind, whisper sweet nothings into your ears, kiss your temples

He at some point just starts getting into the role, not even regarding your family anymore- he just likes the feeling of domesticity the whole thing gave him

In this instance, I feel like your parents would focus their attention on you, knowing that they won’t be able to get under his skin as easily

They randomly bring up your choices in food, decorating, clothing; the last one being very annoying to Vil since he helped you pick your clothes out

He eventually, very kindly, tells them that their opinion is invalid; letting out that he loves you regardless and you love the choices you made in your life

Your parents stay the last dinner like they planned, very awkwardly, then leave to go home and you just sigh in relief

Vil helps you clean up, then brings you with him to the living room so you can watch some movies and get your mind off of things

He wouldn’t be very subtle when actually confessing, and didn’t even do so in an asking tone, more just directly tells you “you’ve put me under some charm these last few days, I’ve found myself completely falling for you.”

What? Why him? That’s all he thinks after you ask the question, and he lets you know that he has no idea how to be in a relationship

He’ll agree if you tell him it’s just when your parents are around, but he’s still pretty self conscious about it

He was very honest when he said he didn’t know what he was supposed to do, so most of the time he just does things you ask him to do; like help you with chores

On that same note, he’s also not good at showing through affection because it’s a territory he’s never explored; he’s also just very uncomfortable with it since he knows it’s not real

He does try, though, like when he gives you shy compliments and lets you hold his hand while playing games or watching anime

Your parents make a lot of snide comments about you not really even seeming like you’re in a relationship, which makes Idia freeze like a culprit caught in the act

You groan and tell them that it’s your relationship and you’ll be with whoever you want to, you don’t care that he’s shy

His heart goes doki-doki as he realizes that one of the main reasons he’s shy with you is because he has genuine feelings for you

Your parents end up staying their trip’s duration, learning not to mention anything about the relationship

When they leave, Idia grabs your sleeve and puts his hand in front of his mouth, blushing as he looks away and says “Can we..keep doing this? You wouldn’t mind me really being your boyfriend...right??”

He’s intrigued by the idea and accepts, it is to help you after all

Likes to do things with you, mostly things he can learn about your world; first thing’s first, you have to make sure he knows not to mention multiple worlds-

He has bouts where he’ll be more affectionate, and some where he’s not, but he plays his role very well

The problems start to arise more close to the end of your parents trip, when Malleus proudly displayed his horns

As much as you think he looks cool, it was a lot to explain to your parents- no, I’m not dating a demon, I’m dating a cinnabon

A huge fight breaks out, and at one point one of your parents tugs on his horn to see if it’s real- it doesn’t end well

You kick them out as Malleus keeps himself under control, apologizing to you that he didn’t anticipate something like this happening

You let him know it’s not his fault and apologize that one of your parents attacked him, asking if he was alright

He realizes how much you genuinely seem to care for him through the whole situation, and he smiles and kisses your hand

He says he’ll be fine as long as he can find a way to convince you to stay beside him

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