#i mean it in the nicest way possible i swear. it’s not a bad thing. i admire celebs like that

[klutzytomb]

I never thought I'd say this, but there's no way I'm one of the only ones here that isn't chronically online. Right? Right??

[jinxviolets]

have u ever noticed how some celebrities are very clearly Celebrities™️ with how they hold themselves and how they behave in interviews and stuff and then there are others that, no matter the level of fame, are just Some Guy (/pos) in how they act

[bambisnc]

     the prettiest to me [ft. s.jh]

REQ : ✩ GENRE : comfort CW/TW : use of "girl" + reader's insecurities arent specific + vaguely academia/official setting implied WC : 795 SUGGESTED 🎧: prettiest to me, hybs XOXO : guys ur all The nicest n prettiest ppl. btw + [m.list]

you didn’t hear him at first. the sound of your own thoughts, heavy and cacophonic successfully drowning out everything else. the only thing you had wanted was to get home as soon as possible, to be away from the weight of the tiring day.

away from the whispers. away from the way your reflection in the glass window seemed to taunt you, reminding you of every insecurity inducing aspect of yourself that you’d been trying so hard to ignore.

and then, a voice cut through the muted hum of conversations and soft shuffles of people leaving the room, shattering your daze.

“y/n.” 

shin junghwan's voice is soft when it calls out to you. soft enough that you can pretend to just not have heard it. you’ll deal with him later, when you’re more coherent and there aren’t tears threatening to tip over the second you dare to blink. you resolutely continue walking towards the door. 

but then, a surprisingly strong grip on your wrist causes your movements to stop and in one swift motion, you’re all but pulled back, ending up face to face with him.

“i’m talking to you.”

his intense gaze is fixed on yours and you find yourself almost incapable of breaking away. before you can even begin to muster up some sort of a defense, make some kind of excuse if nothing else, he speaks up. 

“you’ve been ignoring me. blowing me off whenever i tried to say something to you. d'you really forget how long we’ve been friends for? of course i noticed how stressed you’ve been these days. i ... i don’t know what it is exactly that’s troubling you but please, please let me help.”

to be fair, you hadn’t meant for it to get this bad. it had been easy enough to brush questions off at first, to wave away concerns with a vague laugh. you knew lying to him was out of question though. he knew you too well. so, fine, yes, maybe you were avoiding him.

however, being backed up in a corner like this by shinyu, the least confrontational person you knew, was apparently jarring enough for you to end up mumbling out your thoughts. how you didn’t feel comfortable with your appearance, how you ended up overhearing some .. comments which only further fed your insecurities and led to you not really knowing what to do with yourself. 

when you finally allow yourself to look up and gauge his reaction ... the way his grip on your wrist loosens abruptly, the absolute shock on his face almost makes you laugh.

“... seriously? from – from all the things i thought you would be upset about ..,” he steps back slightly, his tone incredulous as he studies your entire profile, “i really didn’t think it would be your appearance..

..i don’t get it. you have to know whatever that person said was absolute bullshit, right? you’re – you’re literally perfect. trust me when i say that i, of all the people possible, i would know better. how could i not?

“wait, but-,” you try to interject, but your attempts are to no avail.

“i swear to god, the only flaw you could possibly have is that you don’t see how amazing you are. but- y/n …,” he sighs, shoulders dropping slightly, “i just wish you could see yourself the way i see you. ”

“junghwan.” your voice is slightly shaky, unsure. “look, i… i do appreciate the sentiment really, but… what – what did you mean by that .. emphasis?...”

“...”

“junghwan?”

his voice is steady as he answers, albeit quiet, “right. i knew this would happen one day. i like you. a lot. have, ever since i met you actually.”

“oh.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” junghwan rushes to add, “i don’t expect an answer, really. i just… i just want you to stop being so hard on yourself. please.”

“... no promises," you say after a pause. “... but i swear i’ll do my best.”

“i’ll be here to remind you, then. as many times as you want.” he leans in, silently seeking permission before pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead.

“shinyu, i…,” you can’t help but falter slightly, the warmth emanating from him making it a little more difficult to search for the right words. “just- wait for me okay? i clearly have things to work through. but i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t,”  he promptly reassures, “you’re stuck with me forever.”

that finally gets a laugh out of you. “that’s perfect, then.”

junghwan cups your face in his hands, allowing your forehead to rest against his. “hey." "i’m looking at you right now,” he murmurs, voice barely more than a whisper. “and you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

[@bambisnc] 2k24

[iamnmbr3]

hello *again*..i'm sorta excited to know your opinions about every (i repeat every😂) drarry thing i think of..^^

Why harry kept that "potter stinks" badge for years?!

I know i know one can say maybe he forgot about it and it probably makes sense but why he even put them somewhere among his belongings in the first place & i even didn't see him throwing it out after he saw it in DH(although it wasn't important to story but anyway, personally i never do that towards something someone i DESPISE made for me)

So i tend to guess it's either for draco or cedric

I thought of cedric bc when cedric died harry blamed himself and found some kinda self-loathing so it's possible that he kept it bc of that(as a sign of hating himself) but those badges had been made a long time ago and not when cedric died so...

What's your guess?!

Ahhh! Thank you so much! That's just about the nicest thing you could say! :D I'm smiling so much right now.

AND. OH GOD. THAT BADGE! THAT HAS HAUNTED ME FOR AGES. BECAUSE YOU ARE SO RIGHT. WTAF HARRY?! WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT?!?!?!?!????

That scene is just. So funny. It's Harry going through all these things he's saved over the years...most of them with some kind of value to him...and then this badge that Draco made. What is it doing there? (Also on a side note, mad impressive that the charm on the badge still works after so many years - most times we see things like that wear off after a few hours or at most a few days; Draco's super talented in his own right, just in different ways than Harry is.)

Did Draco sneak it into Harry's bag? Did Harry decide the badges reminded him of Draco and Draco makes him mad because he hates him so, so much and he needs to keep the badge to remind himself of just how much he hates Draco's stupid face and his stupid glittering pale grey eyes and his stupid sleek shiny blond hair (seriously how it not illegal for hair to be that good? bad! his hair is BAD. Way too sleek and shiny and distracting and eugh probably soft too). And then he's not even upset when he sees it. It doesn't bother him the way you'd expect if he and Draco just hated each other. AND he doesn't even throw it out!!! He just keeps looking through his stuff.

So like. Canonically. It seems that he saved it as a souvenir. Which is. Wild. Either that or Draco threw it into his bag and Harry kept it. Which is. Equally wild. They are so, so not normal about each other.

(I mean obviously out of universe JKR just wanted a fun little callback to book 4 and didn't think about the implications. But in-universe there is no non-insane way to justify the badge being there). The drarryness of it all. I swear canon makes fic look subtle.

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

Started writing this. Had a breakdown (not really). Bon appetit.

I've seen people judge Lando's behavior and call him various things. And I won't deny that he's had moments of questionable behavior. But who on the grid hasn't? I think a lot of people who are criticising Lando are conveniently forgetting about things that their favorite driver has said or done in the past. Between the fast-paced nature and high emotions in the sport, I'd be shocked if there was even a single driver who hasn't done something in front of a camera that came back to bite them in the ass. Lando is not the first driver to say something that led to backlash, and he won't be the last. And that's not even taking into account that when the quote that started all of this first started making the rounds, it was being taken out of context instead of being quoted in full. If more people heard the entire quote the first time around, I think this wave of hate would have, at the very least, been a lot less severe. So I blame this both on journalists looking for drama and fans who don't want to bother digging deeper for answers.

And (I swear I mean this in the nicest way possible) . . . everyone in this sport is super rich and highly skilled at what they do. What behavior were you expecting from them? For them to not think a little highly of themselves? Personally, considering that they're all one of twenty drivers in the entire world who do this, I totally understand if that achievement goes to their head a little. It would be nice if it didn't, but I try to be realistic and admit that it probably does in most cases. That doesn't change the fact that they are people, and while they will make mistakes or say things you disagree with, they are also capable of being decent individuals. Judging them based on cherry-picked moments rather than looking at who they are in general is what leads to problems.

I think some people are so determined to believe that their driver is the best in every way that as soon as they hear something bad about another driver, they don't dig any deeper and just run with it, because it makes them feel better about their driver (I will shamefully admit that I have fallen prey to this once or twice, but I don't broadcast that on the internet. I keep it to myself, because it doesn't concern anyone else. If you're a fan of someone I'm not a fan of, I may privately question your tastes, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to be mean about it. What would I gain from that?). And once they do, they don't want to admit they were wrong or hasty and just double down instead. They don't want to admit that their narrative is wrong.

I will admit that Lando is probably not as perfect as I think he is. I will probably disagree with what he says sometimes. But no one is perfect. Everyone has said something they regret, or spoken without thinking, or said something controversial. Celebrities aren't magically immune to that. And unless Lando gives me a genuine reason to dislike him, I will continue to come to his defense.

I'm comforting myself through this period of extreme Lando hate by reminding myself that people have short memories. The hate appeared quickly, and it'll disappear just as quickly once people have something else to latch onto. By Vegas, I think (hope) that this will be mostly old news. This, too, shall pass.

[lcvesjj]

Reunited - Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader

Pairing : Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader

Summary : You and Erin meet in highschool and soon become best friends. Sadly you have to move to New York, but years later when you get an offer to join Chicago’s Intelligence unit the two of you are reunited and become more than friends. 

Warnings : mentions of drinking, a little bit of angst, swearing, implied bad home life, mistakes I missed

A/n : I loved writing this :) This starts a little bit angsty but it ends all fluffy and sweet. Thank you for this amazing request @allivzs

Erin was very surprised when one day in maths class you had asked the teacher if you could sit down next to her. Even the teacher was a little bit shocked. You were known as one of the nicest and kindest people in the whole school. 

The thing that had surprised Erin the most was that while you were usually sitting with your small group of friends, you had chosen to sit down next to her. She was known amongst the teachers and some students as the trouble maker with a troubled home life. While you were a good student with amazing grades and a huge sweetheart since you always tried your best to help everyone in any way possible. 

Soon class started and you got busy with the work your teacher had assigned while he graded some tests from a different class. Erin just stared at her notebook not knowing what to do, she didn’t understand maths and most other subjects since she barely had any time to study with everything going on at home and with Bunny.

“Do you need any help with that question?” You asked gently, looking over to her. “Why are you being so nice to me?” Erin asked, avoiding your question. 

“Well I think we all need a little kindness sometimes.” You smiled at her. “I can explain the problem to you if you want me too. I’m not the best at explaining it exactly but I could try and explain it to the best of my abilities.” You added, while playing with your necklace. “Sure I guess.” Erin looked over to you. 

Maths class flew by fast since you spend most of it talking with Erin while also gently trying to explain the problem to her. After the bell rang you started gathering your stuff and so did Erin. Since it was lunchtime Erin started to head towards the bathroom since she hated sitting in the cafeteria and eating with all of the other kids. 

You caught up with her and gently grabbed her hand and softly asked if she maybe wanted to eat lunch together outside.

“Are you sure you want to eat lunch with me? I don’t want you to pity me.” She replied looking you into your eyes. 

“Of course I want to Erin! You are like the coolest person in this whole school.” Erin raised her eyebrows at your statement. 

“I mean you are always able to stand up for yourself and you don’t take anyones bullsh*t and in my opinion that is pretty awesome. Since not everyone has the courage to do that. If you don’t want to eat lunch together, I’ll just leave you alone.” You smiled softly. 

“Hey I never said I didn’t want to eat lunch together Y/n. I think you're pretty awesome but I’m just a little shocked that someone actually wants to eat with me.” Erin replied, looking down at her shoes. 

“Now c’mon let's get to the cafeteria before all the good food is gone.” She added laughing while putting out her hand for you to hold. 

For once Erin knew she had someone she could trust. 

Soon you and Erin were always sitting together and eating lunch together. As more days passed the two of you got closer and closer. You started inviting Erin to do stuff together to just meet up and talk while walking around together. You helped her a lot when she had problems at home with Bunny or other things. One day it got so bad that she called you for help since Bunny was causing problems and she didn’t know what to do. You had sat by her side every time she was having trouble at home or simply a bad day. No matter the time or day, you were always by her side. 

A few months later Erin met Hank Voight. That’s when her life started changing, she lost contact with Teddy and Bunny and got clean and stopped drinking and partying.

But she was terrified about losing you. You were her first real friend, who had also helped her a lot. Erin also once broke down to Camille that she didn’t want to move schools like Hank had suggested. She still wanted to be able to see you everyday and hang out after school. 

Somehow Voight agreed to let her stay in that school under the rule that he could meet the famous girl - Y/n Y/l/n who Erin talked about a lot. 

After meeting you Hank knew he made a good decision by letting her stay in that school. You were very polite and nice as always, when you came over for dinner one friday. Even though you were shaking and terrified inside since you heard about how strict Hank could be from Erin. You got along with all of them very well. 

Hank took an even bigger liking to you, after you mentioned that when you grew up you wanted to join the police academy and become a detective. After dinner was over you started gathering up your stuff and after saying goodbye and promising to see Erin in school on Monday you left. 

“You can tell Y/n that she can come over for dinner next Friday if she wants too.” Hank said after locking the door behind you. 

“Thank you! She is pretty awesome.” Erin replied with a huge grin.

Sometime later you ran up the stairs leading towards the house of the Voight’s. You didn’t want to leave Chicago but your parents were insisting that you should move since your dad got a new job there and it would be hard to keep living here in Chicago. 

But their decision was final, you had no choice but to pack up everything you owned and move to New York. Saying goodbye to Erin and the Voight’s was really hard. Before you left Erin had promised to keep in touch with you and write you letters. 

Many years later you still thought about Erin a lot. Even though you were now all grown up and now you were a detective with the SVU in New York you still thought about the brown haired girl who had stolen your heart from a very young age. 

Suddenly one day you got a call from Hank asking if you wanted to come back to Chicago and join his unit. And after talking with your captain you agreed to move back to Chicago and join Hank’s unit. 

You couldn’t believe it but you were back in Chicago after many years. You moved into your old home since after talking with your parents they insisted on giving you the old home you used to live in. 

For your first day Hank promised he would come pick you up and show you around the district. Sitting in his car you looked through the windows in amazement. So much has changed around Chicago. 

“So are you ready for your first day with a new unit Y/n?” He asked while stopping at the red light. 

“Yes I think I am. I’m really excited to meet everyone. How is Erin doing?” You asked curiously. 

“She’s doing good. Erin still talks about you a lot, she missed you a lot kiddo. She has no idea that you are back in Chicago, I just told the unit that there will be someone new joining us. Al has probably already figured out who is joining.” He laughed. 

After getting your new badge and everything sorted, you and Hank started walking up to the stairs towards the bullpen. 

“Guys this is Detective Y/n Y/l/n. She’s transferred from SVU in New York and from now on she will be working with us. Antonio, this is your new partner. You have already met Al, so I don’t have to introduce him. But these are Detectives Jay Halstead, Antonio Dawson and Officer Burgess, Atwater and Roman. And Detective Lindsay is in the breakroom. ” Hank said, looking over at the unit. Erin walked in and asked in a confused tone. “Wait Y/n/n? What are you doing here” 

“Well I transferred from SVU and it’s my first day here.” You smiled at her softly.

Voight just smiled at you both heading towards his office. Erin quickly walked towards you to wrap you into a warm hug. “I missed you so much.” She said, pulling you in tighter.

“I missed you more Erin.” You smiled at her gently pulling away. 

“So you two know each other?” Jay asked, looking over at the both of you. 

“Yea we do. We met a long time ago back in highschool.” Erin replied still not breaking eye contact with you. “It’s nice to have you back.” She added. 

The day flew by fast since luckily you didn’t have a case, so you had plenty of time to get to know your new coworkers. 

“Y/n do you want to join us at Molly’s? It’s a local bar owned by firefighters where we often hang out after a long day.” Jay asked, getting up and putting on his coat. 

“I would love it too, where is this bar?” You replied while also getting up from behind your desk.

After Jay gave you the address to the bar you gathered your things and started walking down the stairs where you heard someone shout. 

“Y/n/n can you please wait for me? I wanted to talk to you.” Erin asked. You just nodded in response standing on the stairs waiting for her to catch up to you. 

“So how are you liking this unit Y/n/n?” She asked curiously. 

“Everyone is really nice and I really look forward to working with you.” You smiled at her. 

She looked really pretty with her red cheeks and slightly messy hair. You felt as if no time had passed since you sat down next to her and maths class. Erin was still as pretty as the day when you first saw her at school. You had been in love with her for many years and you still were. Returning to Chicago made your feelings grow even stronger. And as much as you loved New York it wasn’t the same without her by your side. You really missed this. You missed Erin a lot in the time you had been apart. 

A while later you were both sitting next to each other at Molly’s drinking some beer. 

“So how have you been Erin?” You asked awkwardly while playing with your watch. 

“I’m doing good to be honest. I finally talked to Teddy after years and we are planning on meeting up soon.” She replied looking at you with a big smile.

“Oh that’s awesome! I’m really happy for you Erin. I missed you so much.” You smiled at her.

“I missed you so much Y/n/n. So how was New York?” 

“If I’m being honest it was pretty boring without you. I really missed being able to hang out with you.” You smiled gently at her. 

Erin laughed at your response, she missed this. 

“Do you maybe want to get out of here and go somewhere?” She asked, drinking the rest of her drink. 

“I would love to. Where do you want to go?” 

“Do you want to maybe go to that park we used to go to when we were younger?” Erin said slowly getting up from her seat. 

“Sounds good to me.” You replied.

After paying the bill for your drinks, you and Erin started walking towards her car. Since she was the one who drove you to Molly’s. 

The park was really peaceful and quiet, and you felt really relaxed. Looking up you could see the stars in between the trees. This felt surreal to you. You never thought you would be back in Chicago with Erin and working for the intelligence unit. 

“Y/n can I say something? Just please promise you won’t hate me for this.” Erin said slowly, looking over to you. 

“I could never hate you Erin. No matter what, you’re my best friend and nothing or no one will change that.” You replied, grabbing her hand gently while rubbing small shapes into the back of her hand. Erin took a deep breath and said.

“I’ve been wanting to say this for ages but then you moved and other stuff happened... But I’m in love with you. I wanted to tell you earlier but I never had the courage to do so, since I’m terrified of losing you. I understand if you don’t feel the same but I just wanted to say it. Since I’ve been feeling like this for years.” Erin said, looking over to you with fear in her eyes. She was so scared you would hate her for this. She didn’t want to ruin your friendship or lose you. 

“Erin, I feel the same. I’ve been in love with you for years. And I just thought you would never be interested in me so I never said it.” You replied softly looking over at her to see how relieved she looked. 

“Can I kiss you?” She asked, looking at you in awe. You nodded and gently pulled her into a kiss. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me Erin?” You said pulling away slightly. 

“I would love to go on a date with you. Thank you for being so amazing and sweet to me, I really appreciate it especially because of what was going on at home.” 

You smiled at her squeezing her hand softly. 

“Well we all need a little kindness sometimes. And I’m so glad I met you Erin. Highschool wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Erin pulled you in for another kiss, leaning your foreheads together and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Leaning your head on her shoulder you smiled widely.

You were finally home.

[eomayas]

may i ask a baekhyun scenario? unplanned pregnancy and he doesn't want the baby. reader resists. anything about cold/bad/fucboy or what else 🤣 but happy end please. 🥺🥺 I want to see s/o's happiness.

omg 😭 anon i’m so sorry for how this turned out i hope you like it 😭😭😭 fuckboy baekhyun makes me feel insane i feel crazy for writing this! beware of the worst baekhyun you’ll probably ever read on my page ! i do not condone this behavior at all yall.. have fun with this. thank you for the ask also!! 🩷🩷

unplanned • bbh [req]

pairing: fuckboy!baekhyun x pregnant!reader, fwb (?) relationship

synopsis: you find out you’re pregnant with baekhyuns baby, and he wants nothing to do with you (or it).

genre: ANGSTTTTTTTTTT

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, baekhyun is awful, like really awful. reader has a poor sense of self worth/respect :((. but the ending is kind of happy (ish??).

two red lines only mean one thing on this test; so does the word ‘pregnant’. three pregnancy tests lay on your bathroom counter, all concluding the same thing: you’re pregnant.

“well?” your friend, chaeyoung, asks on the other line. you called her when you woke up vomiting, after feeling nauseous for the last three days. she’s the one who bought you the tests, dropping them off at your work on her lunch break and telling you to call her immediately when you take them.

you don’t even know how your lasted at work today, feeling sick the entire day and vomiting every time you went to the bathroom. you had hoped it was just food poisoning, and had managed to convince yourself all day that it was, even when chaeyoung brought you the tests. up until now, your hope for food poisoning was going strong.

letting out a shaky breath, you say, “well, im pregnant,” your voice breaking on the last syllable. a nasty sob escapes your mouth and you drop the phone onto the counter, covering your mouth as the tears start streaming. your whole body shakes as you bawl into your hands, your tears gathering in your hands and sliding down your arms.

“i’m coming over,” you hear chaeyoung say, and you start shaking your head as if she can see you.

“no, chae, it’s fine,” you cry, wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand, though it does nothing because the tears keep flowing. you’re not ready to have a baby, not even close. it wasn’t even planned.

“y/n, i’m coming over,” your friend says. you can hear shuffling, and you panic as you try to find the nicest way to tell her to stay the hell away from you.

“chae, stop please! i just want to be alone right now,” you sniffle and hear her sigh.

“you need support.”

“i haven’t even told baekhyun,” you moan out, the realization crashing down on you. that alone makes you start bawling again, not ready to deal with him and his reaction to this.

“oh god. y/n, i feel like i should come over,” chaeyoung says, and because she’s your best friend and you don’t have any energy to fight with her, you mumble an ‘ok’.

twenty minutes later, chaeyoung arrives with boba and a few snacks. you feel drained, and your skin feels tight due to the dried tears on your face. chaeyoung throws her arms around you once she’s inside of your apartment and all of her items are on the counter.

the two of you don’t say anything as you hug tightly, silently crying on her shoulder. chaeyoung rubs your back soothingly and tells you that it’ll be okay, but you don’t believe her. there’s so many things that you need to do, like tell your family, figure out doctors appointments, build a nursery, talk to the father of your child. but nothing feels possible, it all feels overwhelming and out of reach. “cmon, let’s sit,” chaeyoung says, grabbing the drinks and walking into your living room.

the both of you sit on your couch and pop the straws through the film lid, and drink. you barely take a sip, letting your lips wrap loosely around the straw, your mind everywhere but here. “talk ti me, y/n. let it all out,” chaeyoung says, scooting closer to you and wrapping her arms around you. you lean into her and let out a shaky breath.

all you can think about is baekhyun, and his reaction. you know it’ll be bad, and you’ll probably end up crying like you always do. he doesn’t spare your feelings ever, and can’t imagine him doing so when you tell him, and it makes your heart ache in the worst way. if your relationship wasn’t already messy and bad enough, it just got incredibly worse.

“i cant tell baekhyun,” you say. you feel chaeyoung let out a breath, and you’re grateful that you can’t see her face, because her expression would definitely make you cry. chaeyoung hates baekhyun, to put it simply, and has made ir clear that she doesn’t support you fucking with him to any degree.

“you know you have to,” she says. you close your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “do it now, before it’s too late.” and by too late, she means before you have 3 months to figure out if you’re going to be a single parent, or not.

you’d like to think that baekhyun wouldn’t be against raising this baby with you, but you know, deep down, that he he is going to be. hell would have to freeze over before he’d even consider playing the role of this baby’s father.

you pull yourself out of chaeyoungs embrace and lean back against the couch. you feel her eyes on you, and you take a drink of your boba to busy yourself. “you know i’ll always be here for you,” she says, and you nod. chaeyoung and you have been through a lot, emotionally, and it all started when you began sleeping with baekhyun. she hated (and still does) the way he treated you, like you a toy he could play with when he was bored. he’d call you up in the middle of the night and tell you to come over, hed show up unannounced and expect you to be ready and waiting for him, hed message and go out with other women, and you’d still stick around. for some reason, you defended him from all of her criticisms, which was the main reason the both of you stopped communicating for awhile.

“i know,” you say quietly.

“and i care about you. which is why this is the one and only time i’m going to tell you to call him, because he deserves to know,” she says, running a hand through her hair. you think back to your phone that you left in the bathroom, and you wished you would have flushed it down the toilet instead.

you can’t even think about what you’d even text him. you rarely ever ask him for favors, like to call you, nor do you ever really text him. you once tried to keep a conversation with him, but by the third text he stopped responding, and didn’t respond for days until he told you he was on his way to your house.

begrudgingly, you get up and walk to the bathroom to retrieve your phone. you open it and click on your messages with baekhyun, and start to scroll.

thursday

y/n: are you busy?

6:23 pm

baekhyun: come over

11:53 pm

tuesday

y/n: come over?

7:30 pm

saturday

y/n: come to onyx tonite

8:50 pm

friday

baekhyun: come over

10:35 pm

y/n: ok omw

10:37 pm

you could cry, looking at the messages. it’s pathetic, really. you guys never really communicated beyond being in the bed with each other. the only times you both talked, was during the beginning, but once he figured out that you were at his beck and call, the talking dwindled. sometimes, all you got from him were grunts, not even a greeting.

you sulk back into the living room, phone in hand and dignity in the garbage. “what do i even say?” you ask your friend.

“tell him to come over,” she sighs, rubbing her forehead. you bite your bottom lip and aimlessly type the message and send it without second thought. you gingerly take a seat on the couch, your phone burning a hole in your hand.

you expected silence, and after ten minutes and no response from him, you sigh and pick your phone up, contemplating if you should text him again. “just do it,” chaeyoung says, reading your mind. and so you double text him, for the first time since you two got involved. in the beginning, you didn’t feel uneasy about double texting, but that fear quickly seeped in when he simply wouldn’t respond, like ever, to any message if you sent more than one.

when you don’t get another response after a total of thirty minutes, you dial his number, almost blindly. you can’t even remember the last time you called him, but you have this number memorized despite it all. it’s tattooed in your brain from all the times you wanted to but didn’t.

the line rings and rings, until you get the message to leave a voicemail. so you do. “hey, baek… come over when you get this,” you say, and quickly end the call. your stomach has dropped to your ankles, and you want to die.

chaeyoung anxiously chews at her fingernails. “call again,” she says.

“but he’s not going to answer. and i dont want to tell him over the phone,” you say, tightly holding your phone between your hands.

“just try again. trust me.”

so you do. and to your surprise, he answers towards the last couple of rings, pure agitation in his voice. “fuck, y/n, what?” he asks. baekhyun pushes the forehead of sohee, the girl currently on her knees in between his legs, away from his crotch. “what do you want?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. sohee rests her cheek against his thigh and looks up at him, and baekhyun smirks down at her and drags a hand down the side of her face before pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb.

“i-i just wanted to see if you were free,” you say, cursing yourself mentally and not having your shit together. baekhyun didn’t like when you were unsure or nervous about something; it turned him off. if you were indecisive about going to his house or yours, he’d just cancel all together. “just come over when you can, ‘kay?” you say, pacing the living.

“yeah, okay, whatever. that it?” he asks, pulling him thumb out of sohee’s mouth.

“yes, by-“ he doesn’t let you finish and hangs up, tossing his phone behind him and looking down at the poor girl between his legs. if she had any bit of brains, she’d leave now and never look back. but like most of the women baekhyun is involved with, they never do.

when baekhyun is done with sohee, he leaves without as much as a goodbye. he vaguely tells her he’ll see her again, but never specifies when. she watches him leave, feeling confused and empty and wanting more. and maybe that’s why they all stick around for him, because he leaves them feeling like a piece of them is missing and they’re desperately chasing it, trying to get it back.

he decides to entertain you and come over, despite your neediness. that’s another thing baekhyun didnt appreciate; clingy and neediness. he hated when women wanted him so much, it made him feel trapped and confined. baekhyun didn’t like feeling trapped or tied down to anything.

baekhyun doesn’t text you that he’s on his way, he just shows up at your door. when you hear the knocks, you jump up, having forgotten that he was supposed to come over because two hours feels like ages ago.

when you look through the peephole, your heart drops and your palms start to sweat. you pull the door open and baekhyun up-nods at you and let’s himself in. you close the door behind him and lean against it as he comfortably makes his way through your house. that is all about to change in a few seconds.

you make your way into the living room and see bakehyun sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. he looks up when he hears your foot steps, and frowns. “why are you acting weird?” he asks.

“i’m not,” you definitely are.

“yes, you are. stop it,” he says, going back to his phone. it’s now or never.

“baekhyun, i need to talk to you,” you say, still standing in the entry of your living room. he lets out a sigh and looks at you, his expression a cross between irritation and panic.

“about what?” he all but groans out. when you asked him over, he had expected (and hoped) for less talking and a lot more sex.

you lick your lips and shyly cross your arms in front of your chest. “i’m… im pregnant,” you say, looking him in the eye. he stares at you blankly, his mind unable to process your words.

“what?”

“baekhyun…” you say, taking a step towards him and then retreating. you really can’t say it again; it’s already too real.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me? you’re fucking with me, right?” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. you only shake your head, and he scoffs. “well, it’s not mine.” he says plainly, going back to his phone.

at this, you frown. “what? yes it is, baekhyun. i’ve only slept with you,” you say, a storm brewing in your head at him insinuating that you’ve been sleeping around. if anybody’s been sleeping around, it’s him. when you two first got together, he had asked you not to sleep with anybody else, and you didn’t see anything wrong with that. but now, you feel like maybe you should have.

“i don’t care; you don’t have any proof, y/n. that baby isn’t mine,” he says harshly. tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

“this baby is yours! and you’re going to help me raise it!” you say, wiping at your eyes.

“like hell i am. i don’t give a fuck, y/n. i don’t want this baby, and you shouldn’t either. we aren’t even fucking together,” he spits, shaking his head, and that weight settles. you and baekhyun don’t even have a relationship label. you wouldn’t even know how to refer to him if somebody asked you who he was to you. friend was too mild, because you do things most friends don’t do to each other, and you don’t know that much about him. lovers isn’t even remotely true, because there is no love between the two of you. you’re somewhere higher than a friend, but lower than a lover, which is practically hell.

your mind drifts off to remember the time he invited you to his family’s barbecue. you practically met everyone in his family, danced with his grandma and little cousins, helped his mother in the kitchen. you thought he’d ask you out after that, but he never did. instead, he constantly reminded you that you two were not together.

“i don’t care,” you say quietly. “this is your baby. you’re going to help.” you tell him.

“y/n, i always use a condom. this baby isn’t fucking mine—what don’t you understand?”

you shake your head. for all of the times he’s used a condom, there is, of course, the one time he didn’t. and you remember it clear as day. you were the one who told him to get one, even though both of you were tipsy, you were still able to understand that. he told you he’d pull out, and did everything but. you can still remember the feeling of being so full of him. it still makes your knees weak.

“you didn’t the night after sehuns party,” you say.

“it was one time!” he shouts, as if he never took sex-ed. one time is all it takes—everybody knows that. “fuck, y/n. why do you want to keep this baby. are you trying to ruin my life?”

“i’m not trying to do anything. you think i want to be pregnant? baekhyun, i’m only 27! i’m not ready to be a fucking mother, but this is my reality right now!” you yell back, and it dawns on you that this is the most you’ve both ever spoken in a single meeting.

he shakes his head. “what do you want from me, y/n? i’m not raising this fucking baby with you—i’ll pay for you to get rid of it, but i’m not raising it. there’s no fucking way,” he says, standing up. you start to panic, stepping closer to him.

“what are you doing?”

“getting the fuck out of here,” he says, trying to push past you. you stop him, putting your hands on his chest. “y/n, move.”

“no. we need to talk about this.”

“there’s nothing to talk about! i’m not raising this baby with you, and that’s it. i don’t care what you do with it, but leave me out of it,” he says, removing your hands from his chest and brushing past you, his shoulder bumping into your arm in the process. “and lose my fucking number.” baekhyun says as he pulls your front door open and steps out, slamming it as he goes.

you can’t help but crumple to the floor, feeling like a rug has been swept from underneath you. you shake uncontrollably as you sob, fat tears rolling dons your face for the nth time today.

for some reason, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of you even though your world feels like it’s been flipped on it’s axis. you know you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life, as long as this baby is alive, whether either of you like it or not. but at least he knows, and maybe he will grow up and come around.

and you feel a sense of peace for the first time ever since he’s ever departed from you. usually, you feel hollow, used, and muddled; always in a constant state of anxiety when he’s around or when you think about him. but him leaving was probably the best things he’s ever done for you. now you can be sure he won’t be coming here unannounced, interrupting peaceful sleep at ungodly hours. now, you can rid yourself of unnecessary stress and drama, albeit unfortunate circumstances.

yes, you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life. but there are definitely worse things that could happen to you. and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.

[ctrldchaos]

"I'm honored to be less annoying than him, even if the bar is on the floor." Trent was sure that it didn't take much to be less annoying than her ex, he had heard plenty of stories about him. "You can feel honored if you'd like. I don't know if that title is an honor. I still think it's kind of insane how we agree to do things like this. But if my first had to be with anyone, I am glad that it's you." Once he had gotten past her hard exterior Meredith wasn't all bad. He couldn't help but notice her smile, it felt nice to be on the receiving end of it instead of the usual scowl or forced smile that he was used to getting from her. Maybe them getting to know each other would make this whole thing a lot easier. "I kind of want to know what you think I did to break my hand, I am sure that what I actually did is not nearly as exciting as whatever you're thinking I did." He hung onto her every word as she spoke, he could feel something shift the more he learned about her. "Not to be rude, I swear I mean this in the nicest way possible, you do look like you can hold your own. You have this look like could make a grown man cower in fear, I don't think anyone in their right mind would mess with you. It makes sense that you had 3 older brothers." He lit up and he let out a small hum before speaking. "Wait, if you had a ranch were you a horse girl?" His tone was playful. "I didn't really know what I wanted to do, I just kind of fell into acting and I liked it enough. I don't know if this is what I want to do forever but it's nice for right now. Was acting always something you wanted to do?"

Meredith chuckled and nodded her head when he asked about her former 'fling'. "Trust me, he's even more annoying." That was where she swore off any fake relationships until this opportunity with Trent came along. Already he was opening up to her more than Landon, and the more he spoke, the more she didn't mind spending time with him. "Well I should feel honored right?" She teased as she took a sip of her drink. "I'd like to think that we're doing a pretty good job." Even though they were at each other's throats this was going much better than her previous 'relationship'. That kept her up most nights and had her spiraling over any question any interviewer asked. The smile on her face widened a bit when he said he read as well and couldn't help but raise a brow. "You should have told me that earlier, maybe then I wouldn't have been so harsh." Trent was opening up more than she thought he would and knew she could slowly do the same thing. No one asked her what her life was like before getting famous but at least now she had someone who was all ears. "Should I even ask how you broke your hand?" She teased with a little raise of her brow. "Me, huh… well I have three older brothers. It may not look like it but I'd like to think I can hold my own. My dad was in the military so we moved around like crazy. My favorite place by far was Tennessee. We had a little rancher, I don't know maybe one day I'll find myself heading back there." She said with a little shrug as she took a sip of her drink. "Did you always want to act? Besides the piano thing, is that what you wanted to do?"

[deakyjoe]

Somebody’s Watching Me Part 8

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (“Sarge”, she/her, British, backstory)

Category: slowburn coworkers to friends to lovers with grumpy x sunshine dynamic/idiots in love

Summary: A slice of heaven is created as you get a glimpse at what could be.

Warnings: smut (18+), PinV, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), creampie, riding, praise kink, cum eating, f receiving oral, fingering, swearing/cursing, British terminology/slang, insecurities (light angst but not really), overthinking, children, mask is off, domestic Ghost, Ghost receiving compliments, sexually suggestive talking, Ghost reassures you for once, *** to indicate where smut starts and ends

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: Thank you so much for all the support and praise I got on the last part! This idea has been rattling around in my head for ages and I was going to leave it out but then decided to write it anyway just to see how it came out and here it is. Sorry it took me so long, hope you enjoy! Part 9 here.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

The sudden burning happiness the two of you created was glorious. It almost didn't feel real. It was sudden and unexpected. But there wasn't a single thing in the world that you'd trade for it and you hoped that Simon felt the same. You assumed he did.

And your assumption would be correct. Although, the man would never voice it to you openly. Instead, he showed it through his actions, the way he looked at you and other small things he said. But it was perfect that way. The two of you were happy, and that was all that mattered.

"Y'know... you have the nicest eyes, like, ever!" The two of you were on your sofa. Well, Simon was sat on your sofa and you were on his lap, leg either side of his thighs and facing him. You had your hands on his face, palm on each cheek, to keep him looking at you. You often did this, just sat together content with nothing but the other’s company.

His grip on your hips tightened in warning. He still couldn't take a compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Sarge."

"Oh, please. It's gotten me everywhere. Especially with you." You grinned at him, staring more intensely at his eyes. "They're so dark and warm and... deep. Could just drown in 'em. And your eyelashes. So fair and beautiful."

He huffed, moving his gaze away from you.

"No, no. Eyes on me." You whined, gleeful when he reluctantly looked back at you. "You need to learn how to take a compliment. Because I can't stop."

"And what are you going to do if I don't? Hm?"

You considered it, pondering on what you could possibly say to him that would entice him to learn how to take a compliment. Your fingers tapped mindlessly against the skin of his face as you thought about it.

He pulled your hips further against him to gain your attention. It worked. "I can hear the cogs in your brain turning. You don't need to think that hard to come up with some way to torture me into submission."

With a smirk, you leant towards him. So close that your noses almost touched. "Interesting choice of words there, Simon."

"You know what I mean." He rolled his pretty eyes.

"Yes, I do. Too bad. I'd torture you into submission if you wanted me to." You said in a fake nonchalant voice, focusing your attention behind him on nothing in particular.

He paused, mouth hanging open for a second. "I will keep that in mind."

You smiled at him, going in for a kiss when your phone started ringing. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Don't answer it." Simon pleaded with you, trying to guide his lips to yours.

"I have to. It's about tomorrow." You groaned, reaching for it on the other end of the sofa and answering it with an over enthusiastic tone in your voice. "Hey! What's up?"

The day out that you'd promised your friends' kids had finally been organised. You were due to pick them up at nine in the morning the next day, and take them wherever they desired to go. As you usually did. The only difference this time being that you were taking Simon along with you.

"Yes, it's all good. We'll do what we usually do. I'll drive to yours and leave the car. Then I'll use the minivan. It'll be fine. I've done this how many times now? And I'll have Simon with me this time. Extra support. Don't worry so much. I'll keep them safe. It'll be fun. Okay? Yeah? Alright. I'll see you in the morning. Yeah, he's here. She says hi."

Simon just nodded at you as he continued to watch the phone conversation play out, only having access to one end of it.

"Yes, okay. I know. Yep. Alright. Okay. Bye. No, yeah. Fine. Bye. Bye..." You finally got to hang up with an exaggerated sigh, slumping against Simon's chest. "I hope you're prepared for tomorrow."

"Six kids and only two of us? Sounds like a blast." He'd agreed because he didn't want to spend a second away from you anymore, let alone a whole day. Also, the children were nice. He could handle helping look after them for a day.

"It'll be easy peasy. I've been doing it alone for ages. Extra man power now with you means it'll be a breeze. Teamwork, y'know?"

Teamwork.

He smiled. "I know."

"I love it when you smile." Your index finger traced along his lips, outlining the expression of happiness he was showing you.

"Just for you, Sarge." He kissed the pad of your finger, resisting the urge to bite it playfully.

You chuckled quietly, pressing your mouth to his. "I'm so lucky."

"Think I'm the lucky one." He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled away reluctantly. “I suggest we go to bed now if we want to be awake and prepared for tomorrow.”

It wasn’t necessarily early to be going to bed or anything, just that the two of you usually spent your nights talking into the early hours of the morning. Or doing other things…

“Christ, you look as if I just offered to castrate you or something.” You giggled, pushing yourself off of Simon’s lap to stand up. “Come on, I’ll read you a bedtime story.”

“Ha ha.” He laughed sarcastically but took your hand and followed you to the bedroom anyway. He’d been spending every night there since New Year’s Day, only returning home briefly every few days to pick up a fresh set of clothes. Basically, the two of you had barely spent any time apart since he’d kissed you for the first time. And neither of you were complaining.

The two of you got ready for bed silently, standing at the sink together to brush your teeth and removing your dirty clothes from the day to put in the laundry. You crawled into bed together without a word said and assumed the position you took every night - chest to chest with you slightly lower in the bed so you could look up at him and rest your head in the crook of his neck if you needed to. Simon’s arms were wrapped around you, hands tracing patterns against your skin, and your fingers carded through his hair. It was a way for you to seek comfort in the other without having to say anything.

And you often started the day in the same way as you had on New Year’s Day - him spooning you and using the cuddling as the best position to fuck you. It was perfect every time.

Tonight though, the blond man could tell you weren’t as relaxed as usual.

“What’s wrong, Sarge?” He asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Hm?”

“Nothing.” You grumbled, hooking your leg over one of his to get as close as possible to him. “Don’t want tomorrow to be too much for you, is all.”

“Ah, so you’re overthinking.” He offered, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you admitted it with a single nod. “Don’t. It’ll be fine.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, still not looking sure.

“You said earlier that it will be a breeze. What changed your mind?” One of his hands curled around the back of your thigh, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“The kids will be a breeze to look after, they’ll be on their best behaviour.”

“Then what?”

“I’m concerned for you.” You said, averting your eyes from his. “They’ll be energetic and you’re… not. Spending a whole day with them will be exhausting. And I know you get over socialised.”

His heart tugged in his chest at how you were worried about him. He was so absolutely, completely fucked. “It’ll be okay, Sarge. As long as you’re by my side, it’ll be okay.”

You brightened at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He confirmed with a lingering kiss, tongue meeting yours to solidify his point further. “Now go to sleep. Long day ahead tomorrow, remember?”

You shook your head, teasing smile on your lips as you wound your arms around the back of his neck. “Nuh-uh. One more.”

He obliged and kissed you again, ignoring the previous statement of “one more” as it turned into many more and eventually led to him on top of you, dog tags dangling in your face.

When you both awoke the next morning to your blaring alarm, you didn’t have time to go about your usual routine of him taking you from behind. And you both hated it as you dragged yourselves out of bed and got ready for the day ahead. Despite the two of you being used to early starts when on duty, you’d grown used to sleeping in wrapped in each other’s arms and only getting up when you really needed to.

As he rummaged through his bag, Simon realised he only had one set of clothes left. He’d need to go home later in the day to pick up some more, he noted to himself.

With bleary eyes and two to-go cups of coffee clutched in your hands, you met Simon at the front door and gratefully accepted his offer to drive as you left to pick the kids up. You loved the children, you really did, and you’d promised them a day out but you were regretting that decision now. All you wanted was lazy days with Simon before reality set in again. Yet, here you were - about to spend the next eight or so hours constantly counting the amount of kids you had at your side in an effort not to lose any of them.

When you arrived at your friend’s house, you barely had any time to get out of the car before she was rushing out of her front door frantically with six pairs of feet scuttling behind her.

“Ah! You’re here!” She cheered, a manic smile on her face. She looked tired. The children that weren’t hers had stayed overnight for a sleepover in order to make pickup easier for you. You were guessing she didn’t handle it all that well. “Here are the keys to the minivan.”

A set of keys was shoved into your hands as she whirled around on the children, chimed a quick goodbye and disappeared back into the house without another word.

The kids all looked up at you expectantly, bags on their backs and wide smiles.

“Hello, gremlins. Did you all behave yourselves last night?” You asked, hands on your hips to tell them you wanted a truthful answer.

“Yes.” They giggled in unison.

“Good.” You grinned and reached out to grip Simon’s arm. “You all remember my friend, yes?”

They nodded and waved at him. He, adorably, waved back.

“He’ll be coming with us today. Which reminds me… where are we going today? Have you all decided?” You asked as you began to herd them towards the minivan.

“Aquarium!” One of them shouted.

“Hmmm, and you all agreed?” You questioned and they nodded, climbing into their seats in the back of the minivan. “Great! Come on then, let’s get going.”

The last one was buckled in and you slammed the door on them, turning to Simon with a nervous smile.

“Ready for this?”

His large hands cupped your cheeks. “So ready.”

“You’re very confident.” You teased, leaning into his touch as he bent down to kiss you.

“With you by my side, Sarge, I’m ready for anything.” It was mumbled against your lips, noses nudging together.

“Romantic piece of shit.” You bit back but accepted his kiss, fists curling into the material of his shirt. You pulled away suddenly. “This is not family friendly.”

He suddenly straightened up, gaze glancing towards the windows of the minivan which were, unfortunately, tinted so he couldn’t tell whether the children had been watching. “Fuck, sorry. Got carried away.”

You laughed and rounded to the driver’s side of the minivan. “I’m flattered, Riley. Come on.”

Simon climbed into the passenger side and he thought that the two of you had gotten away with it until one of the kids shot forward in their seat. "Errr, you two can't kiss!"

You rounded on them with a gasp. "Nosy! And who said?"

"You're not married!"

"Unmarried people can kiss." You told them, sticking the keys into the ignition and turning the radio down low.

"What?!" The children gaped at you. “But why would you want to?”

You laughed. “Because kissing people you like can be nice.”

“So you like Simon?”

“Yes.” You replied, looking at them in the rear view mirror.

“Like like him?”

“Yes, like like him.” You smiled at the man in question, enjoying the way he avoided your eyes for once.

“Oh. Okay!”

“Alright.” You sighed and checked directions to the nearest aquarium on your phone.

"Mr Simon?" One of the kids dragged out his name in a whine.

"Yes?" He mocked their tone, eyes meeting yours as he stopped himself.

"Why did you put your tongue in her mouth?"

He froze, desperately looking at you for an answer. But you just cackled for a moment.

"Uhh..."

"Ask your parents when you're older." You offered out, patting Simon's thigh reassuringly. "Alright, let's get going!"

The subject was dropped after that, the children too excited for their day out to care any more about you and Simon kissing. He was relieved.

He stayed silent for the whole drive, just listening to the stories that the kids had to tell you and your enthusiastic responses to them. No wonder you were so good at keeping the team upbeat and managed to match Soap’s energy. You had training.

When you reached the aquarium and got out of the vehicle, you set out some ground rules.

“Okay, so… no running off, make sure you can see either me or Simon at all times, no talking to strangers unless you’re asking a question to someone who works in the aquarium. And how can you tell if someone works in the aquarium?”

“Blue uniform!” They called out to you.

“Yes, great! If you need the toilet then let me know straight away so we can find one, no tapping on the glass or putting your hands into tanks, keep your bags on your backs and most importantly… have fun and learn lots! Now, everybody find a partner.”

This was a standard rule you had every time you went out with them. If they each had a partner then it was easier to keep them all in check. Besides, it gave them someone to talk to for the whole day instead of fighting for your attention.

There was a light tapping on the side of Simon’s thigh. He looked down to find one of the kids staring up at him hopefully. It was the same one that had come to collect him at the Christmas party when you needed help in the kitchen.

"Will you be my partner, Mr Simon?" He squeaked, clearly nervous for some reason.

Simon looked to you for reassurance and found you nodding encouragingly. So he looked back to the small child. "Sure, kid."

What he didn't expect was to have to hold hands with him, but he didn't protest. Especially when he saw the look on your face, like you were proud of him.

"Okay, everybody?" Your hand was linked with one of the other children's. "Ready to go?"

They all chimed in with a "yes" so you started walking, leading the way with Simon at the back to keep the group together.

You paid entry for the group of you, getting a map for you and activity books for the kids, and made your way into the building.

“There’s a piranha feeding soon, do you want to go?” You asked everyone and they all nodded.

You led the way towards where it was supposedly happening and joined the side of a large group of people who had already gathered to watch. It didn’t take long before a man walked out with a bucket of something that smelt bad and grinned at the group, tapping at the side of the microphone attached to his face.

“Hello, ladies and gents! How are you today?”

The children in the crowd sent him variations of hellos and other greetings, wide eyes set on the tank of fish behind him.

He started off by ladling scoops of something into the tank, pointing out the reaction of the fish as he did so. Then he turned to the crowd with a mischievous smile. “Anyone like to volunteer to help?”

Several small hands shot up as children begged to be involved but then lowered back down sadly when the man had to explain that this was an adults-only opportunity.

“Come on, parents. Show your kids you can be cool for a day.” His eyes locked on Simon suddenly. “Maybe a big, strong man to help, hm?”

You pushed him forwards, urging him to do it. “Come on, Simon Swayze. Feed the piranhas.”

He stepped forward hesitantly, hissing over his shoulder at you. “I hate you.”

“Ooh, very big, strong man.” The man’s eyes trailed up and down Simon’s towering figure, gaze flicking to you behind him and scanning over all of the children. "Well, you two have been busy."

You laughed. "Not ours actually. We're babysitting."

The man looked to Simon disbelievingly, dropping the ladle back in the bucket with a comedic plop. "What's wrong with you, man? Get on with it!"

Simon said nothing in return, his own eyes widening slightly at basically being told to impregnate you as he stepped forward further to help with the feeding. When he was handed a set of tongs, he didn’t look thrilled.

“So, just pick up a piece and drop it in gently. Yeah?” The worker explained.

“Yeah.” Your lieutenant replied, doing as he was told.

“Yay, Simon!” The kids chimed and you noticed the way he relaxed at their encouragement. He rushed through the rest of it and was thankful when the feeding was over and he was set free, coming back to you and suggesting that you move on to look at another enclosure. You didn’t comment on the fact that he appeared to be scared of the tiny fish he’d just been feeding.

The day went quickly, stopping briefly in the middle for lunch, and soon enough you were driving back to take the kids home with all of them asleep in the back of the car.

“What was your favourite thing we saw today?” You asked, head tilted back as far as possible without hindering your view on the road.

“Jellyfish. Yours?” Simon replied, hand on your thigh sliding up and down your leg.

“Seahorses. Why the jellyfish?”

“They float around happily doing nothing. Seems like a peaceful existence.” He explained, thumb circling against your skin. “Why seahorses?”

“They’re cute.” You said meekly, not as confident in your response as his.

“That’s a good enough reason.” He told you, squeezing your thigh gently.

You hated to wake the children up when you got back but it had to be done. They were ushered back inside the house, ready for their parents to pick them up or have dinner, after hushed goodbyes and tired hugs. The last child, the one who seemed to have taken a particular interest in Simon, refused to get out of the car awake. So Simon offered to carry him inside the house and meet you back in your car. You just nodded, surprised at the suggestion.

Once he’d placed the mostly unconscious kid on the sofa and turned to leave, he finally got a coherent sentence out of him. “If you like like her and like to kiss her then maybe you should marry her, Mr Simon.”

Kids really did say whatever came into their heads.

He said nothing and left quietly, saying a quick goodbye to your friend and nodding quickly when she asked if it was going well between the two of you. He didn’t want to talk about it with anyone other than you.

You stuck your head out of the car window just as their front door shut and your tall lieutenant trotted towards you. "Come the fuck on, Simon.”

"Did you just make a Bridget Jones reference?"

You raised your eyebrows at him. "Did you just understand the Bridget Jones reference?"

"Secret sappy rom-com lover, remember?" He said as he climbed into the passenger seat of the car, pointing at himself wearily.

“Ah, how could I forget? One of the many reasons I like like you.” You sighed and started the car, the two of you speeding away back to your place.

When you got back, Simon headed towards the bathroom for a shower, mumbling something about needing more clothes. You just went to your room and collapsed onto your bed, eyes closed and listened to the sounds of the water hitting the bathtub in the next room over.

You don’t know how long he was in there, drifting in and out of sleep, only taking notice when the water stopped and the bathroom door opened.

Simon walked into your bedroom slowly, hair dark and damp from the shower and t-shirt hanging loosely on him. That sight certainly woke you up. You could just devour him.

"Good shower?" You asked and he hummed with a small nod as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. "Are you hungry?"

"A little. You?" He sat on the bed next to you, sidling up close. Now that he had plenty of access to it, the man loved physical contact.

"I could wait." You trailed your fingertips lightly up the side of his arm, the implication clear.

"Well, what do you want to do? To build up your appetite, I mean?" He knew. He always knew.

"You look good with wet hair." You whispered, not looking in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your smile. "You look good always. You also look good caring for six kids."

"Sarge?" He tapped the bottom of your chin with his finger to encourage you to look up at him. "If you want to have sex then just say so."

You rolled your eyes. "I was trying to seduce you by showering you in flattering compliments."

He rolled his right back at you. "You don't need to seduce me."

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. "Oh, god... am I not seductive?"

"What?" He frowned, not understanding where you got that conclusion from.

"I mean, like, am I not... y'know?" You gestured at yourself with wiggling hands.

"I do not know." He really didn’t.

You huffed. "Am I not seductive? Or sexy? Or... foxy? Whatever the youth are saying these days."

"The youth?" He deadpanned.

"I never thought about it really. Am I just embarrassing myself when I try to be flirty?” Your hands clutched at your head. “Oh, fuck me."

"I was trying."

Your thoughts were becoming erratic, uncontainable. It wasn’t good. "Well, this is a devastating revelation. All those times I've flirted, I've initiated. All gone to waste, all times I've embarrassed myself."

Simon’s confusion just grew. "I really don't know what you're talking about now."

"Maybe I should retreat into a life of celibacy."

"That would be unfortunate."

"Spare the world of myself." You sighed dramatically.

"Unfortunate for me, especially."

You raised your knees to your chest, arms curling around your legs. "I hate myself."

"Ssshhh, stop talking." He shut you up with a kiss. "You need to calm down."

"But-" You protested, ready to voice every irrational idea that had rocketed through your mind in the last couple of minutes.

He kissed you again. "No, no."

"I ramble, I'm sorry." You pouted at him, clearly upset with yourself.

The corners of his lips upturned. "You're sexy when you ramble."

"Ugh, fuck off." You pushed his face away from you.

His hands were raised in surrender. "Thought you wanted to be seductive."

"Not through my annoying habits." You snapped.

"But your annoying habits are what I like about you.”

"Mhm, how appealing. Jesus, why do you like me?"

"Sarge..." He chimed, tapping at your chin with his fingers.

"No seriously? My annoying habits?" You despised that idea.

"I beg of you to stop."

"Thought you liked my rambling."

"I do. But not your spiralling." His fingers traced up the side of your face to your temple, like he was pointing out the source of the spiralling.

"If you think this is spiralling then you should see the inside of my head."

He leant in to kiss your forehead. "Wish there was a way for me to see inside that gorgeous brain of yours.”

"Weirdo."

"Charming." He scoffed.

"Told you, not seductive." You pointed at yourself harshly.

"Wouldn't say that. I was turned on from your strange little compliments." He shrugged.

"Condescending bastard."

"I'm being genuine." As much as he couldn’t take a compliment himself, Simon couldn’t stand to see you being so self deprecating. The idea of you seeing yourself as anything less than perfect was impossible for him to comprehend.

You frowned at him. "Odd man."

"Would it help if I said that I find you seductive, sexy, foxy or any other words the youth might be using?"

You tried to contain your smile but failed. "Might help a little."

"Then I find you seductive, sexy, foxy and every other word the youth are using."

"Hmm."

He decided to move on, you weren’t going to accept the truth for now. "Hungry yet?"

"No." Your head shook from side to side roughly.

"Good, my appetite has passed."

Your head ducked. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry.” He paused, considering his next words carefully. “Be naked instead."

You burst into laughter. "Okay, I feel better. You're less seductive than me."

"I'm insulted. No one can be as bad as you."

"Simon!" You gasped, the smile still on your face.

"I'm joking, Sarge." He cupped your chin and kissed you quickly.

“I’m still offended.”

“Oh, shut up.” He scoffed and kissed you again, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you into his lap. He loved having you on top of him, feeling your weight pressed against him. It was a reminder than this was his reality, a grounding effect almost.

***

It didn’t take long before you were both naked, you still on top of him and his fingers buried inside of you to prepare you for him.

“Come on, Sarge. One more and I promise to fuck you. Need you nice and wet first. Come on, good girl.” He said breathily, enjoying the reactions on your face as he curled his fingers inside of you to hit the right spot. “Fuck… that’s it, good girl.”

He knew what he was doing by calling you that.

And that point was proven when you came, crying out his name and digging your fingernails into the skin of his shoulders. He pressed a soothing kiss against your lips, tongue lapping against yours to show you his appreciation and praise.

He was hard underneath you and wasted no time in allowing you to sink down onto him, gasping into his mouth when you sat against him fully, buried to the base.

“Jesus- fuck, Sarge.” He garbled, jaw tensed and eyes on you as your own rolled into the back of your head from the pleasure. He filled you so well and no amount of words, from either of you, would ever express that.

You clenched around him as you got used to the feeling of him inside you. No matter how many times you’d been in this situation, it never got any less surprising at how good it felt.

“God, fuck, please start moving. I can feel you- can feel you- fuck!” He cut himself off when your hips rolled against his.

Your head fell to his shoulder, you were completely over sensitive from what he’d been doing to you before this that every minute movement was magnified by a thousand. Your legs were already shaking and you could feel the burn pulsing through you from how tired you were. But, god, you wanted to please him. So you pushed forward.

Your hips rolled against his again, the drag of him in and out of you creating a friction that had the two of you gasping for air. And again, and again, and again.

“That’s it, Sarge. Keep going.” His hand found the back of your neck where he dragged you back to look into your eyes, finding your face screwed up in pleasure. His hips bucked up against yours of their own accord and the way it made parts of you bounce from the impact had his gaze lowering to the dog tags dangling from your neck. He didn’t need to ask permission, he could see it in your eyes as soon as they locked again. The chain was wrenched from your neck and replaced with his in a split second, yours being placed around his neck at the same time.

The action set the two of you off into a lust fuelled frenzy.

You rocked against him desperately, chasing every bit of pleasure you could get for both him and yourself. Your hands threaded into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer so your chests rubbed against each other and your dog tags tangled together. It was poetic really. Sharing the piece of you that represented your identity by giving it to the other as a symbol of dedication. Only to have them intertwine anyway.

“Simon.” You whined into his mouth as a warning that you wouldn’t last much longer.

“I know, Sarge, I know.” He returned, kissing you and practically tasting the moans that were pouring out of your mouth.

The sweat coating the both of your bodies in a shiny sheen meant that your skin glided against one another easily. And neither of you would have been surprised if the windows had steamed up. Moreover, Simon’s hair was wet. Whether it was from the shower he took or from this, neither of you knew. All he knew is that he’d probably need to shower again after this. The room was hot and humid, an atmosphere created by the two of you.

Suddenly you tensed against him, arms locking around his shoulders and walls fluttering around him. The noise you let out against his neck as you came was heavenly and Simon almost lost himself to that sound alone.

He knew you were spent so he wrapped his arms around you and shifted so you laid underneath him on the bed, careful not to move out of you at any point. With the new position, and a quick check in with you to make sure you were okay, he rocked his hips against yours a few more times in uneven thrusts before finishing inside of you with a groan let out against the skin of your chest.

You giggled sleepily as he pressed soft kisses to your sweat-soaked skin but mumbled a short protest when he pulled out of you. He shushed you with a few mumbled apologies.

Simon looked down at the mess the two of you had created as it slowly seeped out of you, satisfied. He gently pushed it back in and gathered some of it on his fingers at the same time, raising them to your lips and tapping gently.

“Have a taste of us, Sarge.” He whispered huskily, appreciating the glimmer in your eyes as you nodded and took him inside your mouth.

And when you hummed happily around his fingers, he wanted a taste for himself.

He lowered himself between your thighs, pressing open mouthed kisses to the flesh there, and started licking at you, groaning at the taste of what the two of you had created. He lost track of the amount of time he spent there, especially after he managed to get you to come again - your thighs trembling on either side of his head. All he knew was that in the time spent between your legs, it had grown very dark outside and he still had no clothes for tomorrow.

***

So he pulled away from you reluctantly. "I need to go." He said, attempting to stand up.

"Nooo..." You whined, dragging him back down. "Just five more minutes."

He looked down at you with a sigh, the pleading and the mischief in your eyes being too tempting. "Fine. Five more minutes. That's it."

He stayed another two hours.

And when he did finally manage to depart, he made you promise to stay naked and waiting for him in bed. But, as much as you did want to do as you were told and abide by his request as he left, it was cold and you were thirsty.

So you put some clothes on and trotted to the kitchen for a drink, deciding on the farmers' market apple juice you regularly stocked up on now. With the glass in your hand, you sat on the sofa to see what was on television.

Before you could, the surface of the coffee table shook slightly as your phone started ringing, unknown number flashing on the screen.

Fuck.

You picked it up cautiously and pressed it close to your ear, taking in a deep breath. "Hello?”

There was a gruff mumble of your name from the voice you'd been dreading to hear the past few months.

You shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for the inevitable. "Yeah?"

"It's Price."

A/N: and so it begins… or ends. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

[the-cooler-kira]

Of All People || Eddie Munson x Reader (1/2)

cw: female reader, mike and dustin being a bit stalker-ish, swearing, unedited

summary: mike and dustin feel like eddie is up to something again so they try investigate, with no luck though. THIS IS PART 1 OF 2. this is more just build up for the next story.

a/n: this is my first ever stranger things fic and I haven't actually written in a while so I hope it's ok!

Part 2 | MASTERLIST

"Are you sure? I mean, he could just be having a bad week or something..?" Mike was trying to talk some sense into Dustin, who had suggested the idea of practically stalking him to see what was going on. "I just don't think it's necessary."

"Bad week?" Dustin echoed, "this has been going on for nearly a month now!"

The boys had both noticed that the metalhead spaced out a lot more during lunch and was more irritable during their Dungeons & Dragons games. Even people who weren't in the club had noticed it from time to time.

"Still. He's a strong guy. He can get through whatever's happening by himself, can't he?" Mike protested. Dustin didn’t respond verbally, instead, he just gave him an uncertain expression and looked towards the front of the class they were sat in to make it look like he was paying attention. His friend simply scoffed and continued staring out the window. 

Mike couldn’t care less. He was just counting down the days he would see Eleven again. He noticed he had changed the same way Eddie had: spacing out and becoming more easily annoyed with each passing day, purely out of impatience. Wait... if Mike is like this because of a girl then what’s the chance of Eddie having the same reason? Surely not, right? 

He kept this theory to himself, for now.

Suddenly, the lunch bell rang and the boys darted out of the classroom as soon as possible: they needed to see just what was going on. Well, they didn’t need to but they felt the need to. What if Eddie needed help? What if he was in danger? What if there was an opportunity to help and get closer to the leader of their D&D club?

Meanwhile, Eddie himself was making a bee-line for his van, not to leave, but to quickly retrieve something that was covered just in case of any prying eyes. What could it be?  After locking up his run-down van, he quickly made his way towards the school’s theatre. It seemed like he was trying to get there before anyone else, but why? What business could he possibly have in the creative department? Let alone the theatre? 

“Does he have band practice?” Mike questioned quietly.

“No, they don’t practice at school in case someone thinks it’s funny to destroy their equipment.” Dustin shook his head, focusing on the door Eddie had disappeared into.

“That sucks... that they have to do that.”

“Yeah, everyone thinks their freaks.”

“If anything they’re the nicest people in this school.”

“Agreed,” Dustin sighed. “But that’s not difficult if you’re comparing them to Jason and his jocks.”

The pair let out a laugh before it dissolved into concentrated silence. Neither of them could imagine what their leader was doing in a place like that, especially at lunch. 

“It’s not a drug deal, is it?” Mike piped up after five or so minutes. 

“It wouldn’t take that long would it?” Dustin countered. 

Neither of them answered either of their questions, just gave each other a knowing look before creeping closer. They were about to peek their heads around the ajar door when it abruptly burst open, only to reveal the very person they were stalking. If they were any closer, it would’ve made a dent in their noses.

“What are you boys doing here?” From behind Eddie, the boys heard a failed attempt at keeping in laughter, but couldn’t recognise the voice based on that alone. 

“Who was that?” Dustin suddenly felt brave.

“Why do you wanna know?” 

“Why not?”

“Why aren’t you with the others?” Eddie had his eyes trained on the pair, more focused than a hawk circling its prey.

“Uh-” Mike tried to interject before getting interrupted.

“Huh? You spyin’ on me? Do you not trust me?” 

“It’s not that, it’s just-” 

“Just what?” He knew exactly what he was doing. If they found out what he was really doing then he would never hear the end of it. From anyone. 

“Mr. Munson!” The leader of the theatre club’s annoying voice rang out from down the hallway, next to the changing rooms. 

“Shit. Run!” Eddie ordered, running already. Dustin and Mike followed as soon as they realised they weren’t supposed to be there. In all honesty, Eddie didn’t care if the fellow senior caught him: he just didn’t want Dustin and Mike to figure out what was going on. He was going to have to up his game.

----

Meanwhile, you were getting interrogated for your questionable choice in so-called friends. “I mean, seriously? I still don’t see why you’re friends with him?”

You tried playing dumb. “With who?”

“Eddie, that freak.” Some random popular girl spoke up from her seat on stage. 

“He’s not a freak!” You defended him. 

“Do you do drugs? Is that why he’s always so close and quiet with you?” 

You couldn’t even think of a response to her straight-forward, yet wrong, assumptions. 

“C’mon, Y/N, even you can do better than that! Better than that drug dealer!”

“Could you not?” You exclaimed nervously. Perhaps, a little too loudly. Now everyone in the theatre club was suddenly interested in the bickering that wasn’t scripted or performance art for once. 

“What?” The girl shrugged, chewing her gum annoyingly loudly. 

“He’s not a freak, and he’s certainly not supplying me with-”

“Is he trying to get you to join the dark side? To join their devil-worshipping cult?” Another much more nerdy guy joined in, he wasn’t even friends with this girl.

Now it was your turn to ask, “what!?” 

The first girl gasped, as if she had made an enlightening discovery, before her shocked expression turned into one that had nothing but malice behind it. “Is he forcing you to do things that you don’t want to do?” Her tone couldn’t be more condescending. How dare she? 

“If that’s what you really think of him, then you are horribly mistaken. In fact, he’s the most selfless and sweetest person I have ever met. Especially compared to some of you.” You couldn’t take it anymore. They were all hating on him, but they have no idea what he’s really like. 

A chorus of offended, but amused, teenagers responded in their various, unique ways. You didn’t stick around long enough to listen to their judgment. Over the years you’ve spent at Hawkins High, you’ve had enough of close-minded peers judging without even giving him a chance. It was a good chance that if they weren’t in the Hellfire club, they turned their nose up at him. Without reason. 

You looked around in shock, before storming your way through the wings and out of the theatre entirely. On your way, you ran into the teacher that supervised the theatre club every Thursday lunch. “Miss L/N, where are you going?” 

“Home.” You were planning on leaving it at that, but thought it was a bit rude. “Maybe you should run a workshop for the others: how to, at least, act a bit nicer.” You commented, exasperation and frustration obvious in your voice. The teacher figured something must have happened for you to just leave like that. 

If anything, if you stayed any longer, you most likely would have exposed the fact that you and Eddie were dating and had been since the end of the last academic year. You didn’t exactly want to be a target, nor did you want him to get bullied further. 

Little did you know, Gareth was walking by the moment you decided to defend your boyfriend. 

[harrywavycurly]

Can you just hurt my feelings and give me some sad conversations with Eddie

Helloooo babes!! I will gladly hurt your feelings(in the nicest way possible since like you asked lol) so I hope you enjoy this🥺💖

*Eddie loves you and you love Eddie but sometimes that’s not enough and sometimes you’re just sad and Eddie is there to pick you back up*

“Don’t say that.” “It’s true sweetheart you know it is.” “No it’s not. I’m perfectly happy with you and living the life we have together.” “You should want more out of life than to just stay in this shitty town working a job you hate.” “What’s so wrong with being happy in Hawkins with you?” “Nothing I just…” “you want more out of life…” “yeah” “and I’m holding you back from it?” “What? No no you’re not I just…I had a plan and it got all fucked and now I feel stuck.” “I’m the reason your plan got messed up.” “That’s not what I meant baby.” “You deserve a chance at the life you’ve been planning since sophomore year Eddie, I won’t stand in your way anymore.” “What? No. Please don’t say shit like that baby. I didn’t mean it.”

“I love you. You know that right?” “Yes I know Eddie.” “You won’t like forget about me the moment you drive out of the city limits?” “How the hell could I ever forget about the man who introduced me to Metallica and taught me how to drive a stick shift?” “That’s me, giving you all the important life lessons.” “I won’t forget you, besides I’ll be back to visit.” “Yeah..of course you will.” “Don’t say it like that. You know if you ever need me I’ll haul ass back here and save you from whatever weird ass mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” “I don’t need saving sweetheart, you’re the one who is a walking trouble magnet not me.” “Just give me a hug and tell me you’ll miss me Munson.” “I’m gonna miss you.” “I love you Eddie Munson, don’t forget about me when you get all famous and shit.” “I’ll never forget my number one fan.” “More like your only fan..” “don’t ruin this nice moment.”

“This isn’t happening.” “I’m so sorry sweetheart.” “Don’t fucking call me that you asshole.” “I’m so sorry.” “Stop saying sorry and tell me why you did it.” “I don’t know why. It just happened and I wasn’t thinking and next thing you know she kissed me.” “Next thing you know she kissed you? That’s not how kissing works Edward. It takes to sets of lips to fucking kiss.” “I know. I just…I’m sorry.” “I need you to leave me alone right now.” “What? Please let’s just talk about this.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Now please go away.”

“It’s gonna be okay baby.” “How do you know?” “Because everything fades with time sweetheart even sadness.” “I can feel my heart breaking. Is that possible? To actually feel it? Because I swear I can and it fucking hurts so bad Eddie.” “I know sweetheart.” “I hate this.” “It’s okay baby. Just let it out. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

“But we love each other.” “We do Eddie but sometimes that’s not enough.” “I refuse to believe that.” “I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry? That’s what you want to say to me is just that you’re sorry?” “What else do you want me to say?” “I want you to tell me that you’ll stay and that you love me enough to get through this little bump in the road or whatever the fuck this is.” “We aren’t happy.” “No. You’re not happy.” “I’m sorry Eddie.”

“If you tell me to stay I will.” “I know you would.” “Please tell me to stay.” “I can’t Eddie. We aren’t good for each other.” “Just one more night please.” “Eddie…” “I fucking miss you sweetheart.” “I know.” “I’ll never stop loving you.” “Don’t make me do this Eddie.” “How about you don’t then? Just let me hold you for a bit and I swear I’ll be gone before you wake up.” “Eddie please…” “This is it then? No more us the moment I walk out that door?” “I’m sorry Eddie.” “I love you.” “I know you do.”

[fairytoge]

things about the jujutsu cast that scare me pt2

notes!!

swearing, mentions of some controversial characters, death

part oneㅤpart three

m.list

g.satoru

in the nicest way possible, this man is a whole warning sign by himself. yeah, there’s obviously more to him that his looks but take one peer at that man and tell me that he doesn’t make you at least a *bit* worried for your safety. he also has,,, like the most power anyone in the world could have or wtv and idk,, i just wouldn’t trust him,,,,

n.kento

nanami’s strikes me to be the sweetest person ever but he wouldn’t hesitate to do any task if it meant him going home early from work. the sheer determination and power that he has,, and the fact that he’s so neutral whilst doing absolute insane shit,, makes me question if he’s attractive or just plain fear-inducing he’s both : )

i.shoko

this woman, shoko, is so patient. she has to put up with gojo, with students, with teachers, with curses, and all whilst having to fix people and their injuries; please someone raise her salary. however, shoko’s patience is the reason why i fear her. how long until she snaps?? she looks like she holds a lot of anger and i’m just waiting for her to express it.

i.utahime

utahime seems so nice and kind and,, like yuuta,, this is the reason i fear her. are you telling me that the (probably) kindest character in jjk has the ability to kill demonic curse things. i don’t doubt that she can’t but i just,,,, can’t imagine her being that passionately aggressive? idk,,, she just seems so nice : (

z.naoya

naoya is naoya so it should be no surprise to anyone when i say that the sole reason that i fear this man is due to his hatred for women and the fact that he literally comes from a long line of powerful people. like,,, this man could kill me, get away with it, and then throw a “i hate women” party before anyone even suspects him of any foul doing. naoya is powerful and somewhat charming (when he wants to be) and, worst of all, he has money to amplify his power.

f.toji

mr zenin? fushiguro? fish? doesn’t need an explanation as to why i fear him. this man basically comes with a warning as soon as you lay your eyes on him like,,,, are we just going to ignore all the fact that he is related to naoya and the zenin family?? the zenin’s are nine times out of ten bad people (unless they’ve been treated vvvvv badly or are women or just don’t know that they are a zenin).

k.choso

an angel. the embodiment of pretty. the embodiment of every teenager’s dream man; every teenager without daddy issues or smth. anywhooo,,, choso is another favourite of mine but he does scare the absolute shit out of me for no reason other than the fact that he switches sides so easily and that he’s a literal curse. like,,, please become human somehow so that there is no unfair power dynamic : ((((

g.suguru

another character who doesn’t need a reason as to why i fear him,,,, but i’ll say it anyway. even when geto wasn’t evil, he was friends with gojo which can only mean one thing: that he was basically a more disguised version of his friend. the fact that he not only has proven patience, but that he’s also a mischievous bastard, makes me nervously giggle. if he was real, we’d all be fucked.

mahito

he’s hot but wtf. wtf, mahito? mahito,,,, mahito is something different to be able to do what he does and be all happy and stuff. he has mental issues and i think that is putting it vvvvvvvvv lightly. he would kill us all if he was real and,, with him teaming with geto,, we’d be dead twice.

s.ryomen

sukuna is a brat (as i’ve said before) but, rather than simmer the fear that he already instils in me, it just amplifies it. his brattiness only makes him lash out more with more and more aggression that before. he is another one that would kill us all if he were real and i am vvvvv thankful he’s not but also sad bc he’s vvvvv hot. we, and the rest of the world, would be incinerated if geto, mahito, and sukuna were to exist in harmony : )

© fairytogeㅤ ꔫㅤ please do not copy, repost, translate, etc without my permission

[veshiro]

Okay so idek how to explain this but imagine yuuta X reader where he’s trying to teach you how to bake (he just seems like he could bake for some reason) but you’re genuinely the worst baker he’s ever seen. He loves you so much that he’s trying not to be rude but he can’t stop laughing at you and you’re getting upset. He makes it up to you with cuddles and the most delicious cookies you’ve ever had in your life.

- 👹 anon

warnings: you LOL, suggestive

notes: hello dear 👹-anon. you will never cease to amaze me when you send the fluffiest stuff but have the most aggressive emoji😭 i totally agree he would bake it just…makes sense. i don’t know what came over me at the end, he’s just too irresistible

yuuta never considered himself a baker. sure, he made cakes and other sweets when he was bored, but it was just something to keep himself occupied. he couldn’t resist making more because everytime he gave you his creations you rewarded him with the biggest smile before hugging him. and yuuta is whipped, so he doesn’t stop.

“can you teach me?”

“hm?” his voice reverberating as you lay on his chest.

“to bake. it seems fun,” you look up at him with a smile.

“yeah, why not?” he exhales and gently moves you from his chest, the air now cold without his familiar warmth.

you follow him and take a seat on the stool by the counter. he pushes his sleeves up and runs a hand through his messy hair before rummaging through the cabinets.

“what do you want to make?”

“your favorite,”

he chuckles and places a chaste kiss on your lips, the taste of strawberries from his chapstick flooding your senses. yuuta was a bit…plain. he enjoyed the simple things in life, which included vanilla cake. he grabs the vanilla mix and sets the box down beside you. he has the recipe memorized so everything is quickly out and ready.

“it’s really not hard. i just follow what the box says,”

he motions you over and places a hand on your waist as you stand in front of him.

“first we’ll do the dry mix,” his voice was a mere whisper against your ear.

his back flush against yours, allowing his cologne to surround you. did he always smell this good? you cup open the cake mix and pour it into the bowl, throwing away the plastic after. you escape his grasp to grab the milk from the fridge and pour it into the measuring cup.

“wait-“ he reaches out to stop you but it’s too late, “that’s heavy whipping cream…”

“oh. oops,”

“it’s alright, maybe it’ll work out,” he offers you a smile.

his hand is right beside your head as he reaches past you to grab the actual milk. knowing what he’s doing, he smirks and backs away to add the milk the bowl.

“can you get me two eggs?” he hums while mixing.

you can’t help but stare at his forearms, since his sleeves are rolled up it’s all on display for you.

he calls out your name again, “you okay?”

you pick out two eggs from the carton and carefully place them on the counter. except one rolls and hits the ground, splattering everywhere.

“shit,” you say and immediately grab paper towels.

yuuta was starting to doubt your abilities in the kitchen. how did you survive so long on your own? he squats down and tells you he’ll clean it up.

“mix in a bit of sugar,” he instructs while wiping the floor.

“yes sir,”

“darling, i mean this in the nicest way possible, but how do you confuse salt with sugar?”

“well who puts salt in a container? it looks the same,” you cross your arms, “it’ll be fine we’ll just add sugar and it’ll hide the saltiness,”

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “i’m starting to think you’re hopeless,”

he winces as you pour the batter all the way to the top of the cake plan, not even greasing it prior. he gives up. while the cake is baking you watch a movie on the couch

“shouldn’t it be done by now?” you question.

“you forgot the timer, didn’t you?” he sighs, again. how many times was that today?

“i swear i’m not this bad in the kitchen,”

the cake is burnt and seeping out of the pan, he regrets letting you learn your lesson with that because the oven was a mess.

“maybe you should leave the cooking to me, princess,”

you pout, “i just wanted to do something for you,”

“you do enough just being with me,”

he pulls your chin up to look at him, smiling before kissing you gently.

“why don’t i teach you something else, hm? i have a feeling you’ll be able to it well,”

[apogueprincess]

Hii!! Love your fics! Right now I have the worst day ever and everything goes wrong. Could you maybe make a fic where the reader is JJ’s girlfriend and she’s making homework or something and everything goes wrong also and she just starts crying etc. & JJ’s notices and calms her down?? Idk if you get what I mean but something like this would make me really happy to read haha! Thanks🥰

Hi babe and thank you! I love this idea! I hope it’s what you asked for, I think this is so sweet 🥰 I wrote this in first person, let me know if you like it that way! I got carried away so enjoy!

Bad Day - JJ Maybank x Reader Blurb/Request

Warnings: none really, a tiny bit of swearing but mainly just fluff and sweetness with sad!reader

Today was just not my day. My car had broken down on the way home from school and my parents nor I could afford to fix it right now. My dad had gotten laid off from his job of 15 years last week, my mom only worked part time and I just barely made enough at my weekend job to put gas in my car (that I now can’t drive) and occasionally go out with the rest of the pogues.

Soaking wet from the rain, (oh yeah, and I had to stand out in the pouring rain waiting to flag down the damned tow truck) I clutched my damp backpack as I trudged into the house.

“Hey mom?!” I called into the living room, dumping my backpack onto the entryway table as I shed my sopping wet jacket, shoes and socks and headed through the house to the laundry room. As I tossed my drenched clothing into, or more like across the laundry basket, my mom shouted from her bedroom, “hey baby! Are you alright? I’m so sorry about your car honey. We’ll try and get it fixed as soon as possible okay?”

I heard her short kitten heels make their way down the stairs as she met me in the living room. She wrapped me in a gentle hug, trying not to get her nice outfit wet before her big interview. “I’m okay mom, and it’s alright. I know you and dad need money for the house. My car isn’t exactly a priority right now, don’t worry about it too much.”

I gave her a slightly pained smile as she held my cheeks and kissed my forehead. “I love you baby, you’re the best. If I get this job and can start working full time, and your dad is able to get into the dealership for that management position with Peter we’re going to be just fine. Okay?”

“Okay mom. Good luck, you’re going to kill it I promise.” “Let’s hope so!” She replied excitedly, nerves tinging her words as she retrieved her purse from the counter and her car keys out of the bowl. “Bye Y/N love you!” “Love you too!”

And just like that I was home alone. As my mom’s SUV pulled out of the garage I glanced out the window and eyed my pitiful broken car sitting on the street along the sidewalk. I loved the damn thing, even though it wasn’t the nicest car in the world I was still so proud that I had bought it with my own money 2 years ago.

Back then things were better financially for my family. My older siblings were off to college already and I was in my junior year of high school. Both of my parents were working full time and life was easier. We weren’t straight up kooks by any means, but we had a nice house and plenty to get by on.

Much like Kie I never fit in with most of the kooks. I chose not to go to school with them and had been friends with the pogues for most of my life. Yet unlike Kie, my parents didn’t dislike my friends. They themselves hadn’t grown up with much and had to work so hard to give our family everything we had. It was part of the reason I felt so bad that they were struggling again now.

With a heavy chest I took my bag off the table and made my way up the stairs to my room. As I changed into my comfy clothes I never heard my phone buzz with a text from JJ.

“Hey babydoll, I’m on my way! I’ll see you in a few 😘”

Throwing my hair into the messiest bun ever, strands of hair sticking out wherever they pleased, I slumped into my desk chair and powered on my laptop. I might as well be productive rather than wallow in my misery. Finals week was approaching faster than I preferred and as much studying as I could get done between now and then would be crucial. The asshole teacher in our American literature class had decided to give everyone a 15 page essay assignment two weeks before finals. The bastard.

Reaching into my bag I felt my heart stop. I pulled out my notebook and felt the pages all clumped together. Wet. “Oh my god you’re kidding me,” I exclaimed to myself out loud, voice wavering. I felt tears brimming in my eyes as I set the notebook in front of me, peeling apart the stuck together pages. The ink more or less unreadable. All of my notes from my class from the last two weeks were completely gone, useless.

That was the final blow. After a short breath in there was just nothing left in me but tears. I couldn’t take it anymore. Loud sobbing wails left my chest as I tucked my knees into my body, burying my face into my arms as they sat atop my knees. I just let go, everything resting on my mind and heart from the last few hours, days, weeks, just came pouring out of me.

Already knowing the key code to the lock, JJ had just come through the front door, about to kick off his muddy boots as he shook the water out of his hair. His head flew up in panic as soon as he heard his girlfriend’s loud cries from upstairs. Not even considering his wet muddy boots that were leaving puddles from the front door all the way to her bedroom, he raced up the stairs to make sure she was okay.

Panting and panicked he reached the doorframe, “baby?!”

Startled I craned my neck to where he was standing. Seeing my tear soaked face he rushed towards me and wrapped me in his strong arms, I clutched onto them for dear life. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” The sweet boy holding me was so shaken by my state I could tell he was worried sick.

“Everything fucking sucks today J, I just can’t deal with it right now,” I took a full deep breath and tried to relax myself enough to explain what I was going through. “It’s alright babe. Take a second, I’ve got you okay?” Concern and love were laced through JJ’s words as he took down my bun and started combing his fingers through my hair. It felt like heaven.

Finally being able to steady my breathing, I continued with my story. “So you know how my dad lost his job and my mom still isn’t working full time yet?” “Mhmm,” JJ nodded, “well on the way home today, my car broke down. I’m okay thankfully, there was no one else on the road and I was able to pull over. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal but we have no money to fix it. I don’t know how I’m going to get around anywhere until we can repair it. And I know that that itself isn’t the end of the world but J look at all of my notes from our Am Lit class, they’re destroyed from the rain.”

My voice choked up in my throat again as my eyes darted down to my desk once more. “I have to pass this class and final, I can’t afford to not get into college and this one counts for a lot of the grade. I just don’t know what to do baby I’m so overwhelmed.”

“I’m so sorry princess, we’re going to figure all of this out okay? Look at me, okay?” I pulled away from his arms for a moment to stare up into his sweet blue eyes. They were shining bright still, even though I could see the worry in them as he looked into mine with a sense of calmness that I so gravely needed.

“I know a guy at the shop my dad used to work at, hates my dad but loves me. I gave him some free weed from Ricky’s extra stash once and he loves me to this day.” I giggled a little bit at the proudness in his voice but didn’t say anything further. “So let me give him a call and if we can have him take a look at it, we’ll see what he can do for us and we can go from there. As for your notes, I’m pretty sure Kie was obsessively writing down everything that dude was saying. Why exactly I’ll never know but hey it’s good for you!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle loudly this time, “because some of us want to at least graduate from high school dumbass!” He whipped his head back and said triumphantly, “that I am cupcake, that I am!” Shaking my head giggling I smacked his shoulder lightly, “no you’re not, that’s not true. You just have absolutely no motivation for school.” “Now that’ is correct,” he agreed, nodding his head quickly and holding my face with both hands as he kissed me.

“No more stressing. We’ve got this.” “We’ve got this,” I repeated back to him with a smile. For the first time since he arrived I looked over his shoulder into the hallway. “JJ!” I shouted in horror at the sight of the wet muddy puddles left from his dirty boots that trailed all the way from my room, and down the hallway as far as I could see.

“Sorryyyy I just heard you crying and I ran up here as fast as I could,” he responded sheepishly while shrugging his shoulders. “Oh my god okay let’s get up and clean up this mess,” I laughed, not able to be upset at anything else today. “And then Netflix and nap time?” JJ said with a youthful glee to his voice, my laughter continuing.

“Yes baby, of course.” I smiled at him, shaking my head at the boy who can make me smile when nothing and one else are able to.

“I love you,” “I love you too goofball.” I ruffled his eternally messy blonde mop and we got up to clean the mess.

[happilykrispypirate]

Impossible (Ch. 4)

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Soulmate!Potter!reader.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst and my shitty writing.

Summary: Mattheo and the reader are made for each other, literally. In a world where soulmates are connected through physical and emotional pain and a tattoo on the back of their left wrist, Mattheo and the reader must struggle to find a way to cope with the fact that their soulmate is on the opposing team.

A/N: Sorry I have been meaning to update, we recently moved so everything has been kind of hectic. Also sorry for the shitty chapter, I have some ideas but it has to be in the next one, which is also going to be the last one for the 6th year.

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"It's like he completely different person," Hermione said.

It's a few days after the incident in the Great Hall. Hermione had finally gotten the guts to ask me about what happened.

"I know," I said, "He can be the nicest person but he is the biggest asshole to exist. You know he's only nice to me when there are other people around."

"You don't have to worry about him anymore," She said sitting down next to me. We were in the Slytherin common room, "Everyone's avoiding him, even Ginny."

"She shouldn't, he's her soulmate," I said.

"She said she doesn't want anything to do with him at the moment," Hermione said, "It was all her choice."

"Anyway, I have to go, I'm meeting Ron for a date in about an hour," She said.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said and waved at her as she left the common room.

Not even 5 minutes later Pansy and the boys walked in. They were out getting snacks for the night. We decided we'd have a sleep over in the common area.

"Hello love, I got your favourite!" Mattheo smiled holding up the snack as he walked over to me.

"How did you know this is my favourite?" I asked looking at him as he sat down next to me.

"I saw you stuffing your face with them during one of the daydream things," He said smiling.

"Okay, makes sense," I said chuckling.

"Hey Mattheo, come help me here," Theo said.

I had found a projector in the Room of Requirement so I asked McGonagall if I could take it.

I loved watching movies with Dudley in the living room when everyone was sleeping. We would set up the projector and make a big fort.

I was watching the boys string up the sheet. Pansy was sitting next to me, also watching them. They lifted their hands about their heads making their shirts lift, showing off their V-lines.

"Fuck I'm seriously considering going to Paris right now," I said my mouth agape.

"I'll come with you," She said and we looked at each other before bursting out giggling.

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Mattheo had his arms wrapped around me as we watched the movie. Pansy was with Blaise, Draco, Theo and Enzo all laid SEPERATELY (they were secretly cuddling but they told me if I ever told anyone they would kill me).

The door to the common room opened and Dumbledore walked in with Snape. Snape puts on the light and we all sit up and look at each other confused.

"Ms Potter and Mr Riddle, please follow us," Snape said.

Mattheo and I looked at each other confused before we got up and followed them.

Mattheo was obviously nervous, Snape calling him can only be a bad thing, but Dumbledore as well? That's even worse. Mattheo grabbed a hold of my hand as we followed Snape and Dumbledore into Dumbledore's office.

As we entered, we saw Hermione and Ron with Harry standing as far away from them as possible. He glared at me and Mattheo as we walked in.

"What is he doing here?" Mattheo asked pulling me over to the other side of him, away from Harry.

"Do not worry, Mr Riddle, if Mr Potter tries anything with Ms Potter, he will be out of here faster than he can say expeliarmus," Snape said glaring at Harry.

"What is this about professor?" I asked looking at Dumbledore.

(Honestly I cannot remember much of the movies and I haven't read the 6th book yet, so the following is going to a lot of bullshit, and I am very sorry)

"When Voldemort tried to kill you and Harry, we all thought he was dead. It was his physical body that was destroyed. His soul was split into 8 pieces, Horcruxes," Dumbledore said, "By destroying these 8 horcruxes, we will have the chance to kill him."

"You two have already destroyed one of the Horcruxes when you ventured down into the Chamber of Secrets to save Ginny Weasley," Snape said as he held up the diary with the hole in the middle of it.

"Now I have located another one but I am going to need your help," Dumbledore said.

I looked over at Mattheo, I knew that he was scared, I could feel it. He was betraying his father. He looked over at me and nodded.

I turned back to Dumbledore, "How can we help?"

[thefanficmonster]

Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

                                                          * * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“ 

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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