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[mountttmase]

If I Lost You

Note - this fic was such a struggle for me but we’re here and we made it 😂 I know I haven’t uploaded in a really long time by my standards so I’d love to know what you guys think and also thank you to my besties for your help on this one, I couldn’t have done it without you 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 7k

Warnings - angst and fluff

There was nothing Mason hated more than traffic. Traffic coupled with a later than usual training session was even worse

He’d been sat pretty much stationary for around 20 minutes now, slowly moving every couple of minutes but he hadn’t made it far. Eventually turning his playlist over to the radio so he could listen out for traffic updates but the flashing blue lights up ahead let him know what was happening.

He was right in the thick of it, no option to turn around and go another way, but not close enough to the front to be able to get around it yet and when a few more police cars came up to join the scene he realised it must have been a bad crash.

So he did the only thing he could do and waited. His mind wandering off to far away places that he tried not to visit too often and once he realised he was starting to spiral he quickly switched the radio back over to his playlist so he could distract himself.

It was only around 15 minutes later he’s made it to the front of the line, watching the traffic warden wave a few cars forward at a time to drive into the oncoming lane to get round and soon enough it was his turn.

He knew he shouldn’t have, but there was something making him want to look at the scene as he drove by. Head turning to the left of him to see how bad it was and the sight before him shocked him to the core.

The car was on its side, bonet crushed from hitting a lamppost and he could tell the windows had been broken to get whoever was inside free but after a few seconds the realisation that something was wrong slapped him in the face.

He knew that car. It was yours.

It was the colour that alerted him first. That specific shade of light blue he’d only ever known you to have but as he looked closer he could tell it was the same make and model as yours too. The panic rising up his chest until he thought he might have been sick but the sound of beeping horns shocked him out of his trance.

He couldn’t sit and wait and let himself process anything, the traffic officer waving him forward but it was like he was having an out of body experience. He wanted to get out and find you, the urge to scream your name was on the tip of his tongue but he did as he was told and drove forward, leaving the scene of the crime behind him but he felt too weird to carry on too much longer and pulled into a side street so he could park up and sort himself out.

There wasn’t much he could do, you hadn’t spoken in months and the only other person the pair of you had in common would no doubt tear him a new one if he called asking after you and he also didn’t want to worry everyone if it was nothing. He still needed to do something though and In the end he decided to text you in hopes you’d get back to him soon and settle his mind. You always had your phone in your hand so he knew this was the easiest way to grab your attention and hopefully speak to you.

The rest of the drive home, albeit short, was a nightmare. He couldn’t concentrate on anything and was constantly messing up but he made it back in one piece. Running inside so he could turn the news on immediately, hoping for any sign of what had happened whilst he sat and panicked. Not being able to think about anything other than knowing you were okay.

This was hell, and he hated it. But the way he was feeling for you right now was mostly his own doing.

You’d met Mason a few years ago at the after party for the final of their euros. Your best friend's brother was Rashy and she’d invited you along to watch the final, and although it had ended in heartbreak there was a certain brown eyed boy you and the rest of the world couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from.

You knew it was over for you when he came over to console Marcus, seeing how genuinely kind and concerned he was for his friend made your heart thump and when the pair of you were finally introduced you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered over you.

He couldn’t stick around too long, needing to get back to his family but you caught eyes a few times throughout the night and when you were at the bar alone he used that as his in to come and speak to you properly.

It was his smile that caught you first, but it was hard not to notice his big brown eyes and musical laugh. In the end standing and chatting until the night was pretty much over and you had to go your separate ways but he gave you his number and made you promise to message him as soon as possible.

You didn’t know what you were expecting from Mason, but what you got was a blossoming friendship and you were more than thankful he was in your life. With you living in Manchester and him in London it was hard to see each other, Mason constantly referring to you as pen pals but you took what you could with him. Going to watch him play at Wembley sometimes and seeing him in the summer or whenever he has some free time for a few days gave you something to look forward to and you loved getting to know him on a deeper level.

It was very much a will they won’t they type of relationship. As much as you adored Mason, you didn’t want things to change and you knew long distance would be hard until just over a year had passed and you decided to take the plunge. The pair of you in Greece with a big group of the other boys and their girlfriends and Mason confessed he hated the thought of maybe seeing you with someone else and was willing to put the work in for you if that’s what you wanted.

And you really did.

Being Mason's girlfriend was everything you thought it could be and more. He was still his cute charming self but you felt free being able to be with him in the way you’d secretly always wanted. Your first kiss being a little awkward but he kept you relaxed and let you go at your own pace. Kissing all over your face until you were ready to try again and now it seemed as if you couldn't get enough of him.

It did come with its own set of challenges though. Being away from each other a lot of the time took its toll and even though when you were together you always made it count, the goodbyes were getting harder and Mason couldn’t stand to see you cry everytime he had to leave again. Or your sad face on FaceTime when you spoke in the evenings when you were apart, wishing he could reach out and touch you but he was never able to give you the comfort he so desperately wanted to.

It was around March of 2023 when it all came crashing down. Mason had a lot on his plate with an injury that wouldn’t go away and Chelsea’s new owners not treating him the way he should have been. You could tell he was more down than usual and planned a trip to go stay with him for a week so he’d have someone to come home to and someone to cuddle after a long day but at first you felt like he didn’t want you there at all.

You still remember the night before he ended it all. It’s like he was back to your Mason for a bit as you made dinner and spoke on the sofa until the early hours until you went up to bed. It was like he held you extra tight that night and whilst you figured it was just because he’d missed you and he’d had a nice night you now wondered if there was more behind it. Maybe thinking he should hold you properly if it was the last time and then out of the blue, he turned your world upside down the next morning.

He tried to give you the usual spiel of it’s not you it’s me and you were about to cuss him out for being so ridiculous but one look at him and you could see how much he was struggling. Telling you he hated that he couldn’t give you what you needed at that it broke him seeing you so down when he already had so much on his plate. You knew he needed to lighten his load, you just hated that it was you that would be cut off.

You didn’t argue with him, it being clear that he couldn’t take it but you spent the rest of your day packing up your stuff into the early evening where he made you stay for one more night so you weren’t driving home in the dark.

You felt stupid, making sure he was okay even though you felt like you were dying inside but you loved Mason and even though this was hurting you more than you could possibly imagine, you kept on a brave face for him. Telling him you’d still be there if he needed you and not to hesitate calling if he needed someone to talk to.

Sleeping in the guest room that night hurt more than anything he’d said to you over the last 24 hours but you remember him coming into your room at around two am as your cries had kept him awake. Holding you and shushing you in hopes you’d get some sleep but it didn’t work and all you wanted was to go back in time and undo everything he’d said but you couldn’t. So you stayed awake and tried to remember what it felt like to hold him, what he smelt like and how his skin felt pressed up against yours.

‘Can we make a deal?’ He whispered all of a sudden and you nodded into his neck in hopes he’d feel it, knowing your voice wouldn’t hold up if you tried to speak. ‘I want you to live your life and forget about me, yeah? Like if you meet someone new I want you to go for it. But in five years time, if we’re both single, do you think we could try again?’

‘I’ll see’ you whispered, knowing he wasn’t happy with that answer by the way he kissed your hairline softly but he let it go. Knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on after what he was putting you through.

You left the next morning early, him giving you an emotional goodbye on his doorstep but you were ready to go home and be on your own now. Mason asking if you could still be friends and if he could text you and you stupidly agreed before getting away as fast as you could but you only made it one street away before you had to stop for a big cry. Wanting to get it all out before you began your drive home and after 15 minutes you set off again. Your phone going off every so often but you ignored it until you were back in the comfort of your flat and when you saw they were all from Mason you felt sadder than you expected to.

You were curious as to what he’d deleted but you didn’t have the energy to ask so you sent him a quick reply telling him you were fine and going to sleep before taking yourself straight to bed. Too tired to be upset or over think anything and when you woke up the next morning things still hurt but you’d resigned to your fate of being his friend again.

A friend.

So you spoke here and there for a while and even though you were broken it was a fairly easy split. You remained civil and on good terms and it broke you to see how unfairly he was being treated on the field and with his whole contract saga. He kept going though like the Mason you knew and loved but when the news hit he’d had surgery it felt like your world had tumbled upside down.

You felt useless, wanting to help him as much as you could but he was so far away and you’d already used up all your holiday so you did your usual and let him phone you when he needed a chat.

Not too long after his surgery everything seemed to fizzle out. Nothing happened as such but your texts and calls came few and far between until there was nothing and when the news broke he was moving to Manchester you felt too awkward to text him. Not wanting to give the wrong impression that you expected something from him now so you left it so he could come to you.

He never did though.

You weren’t sure why he didn’t, but Mason had his own reasons. Not wanting to drag you back into the mess of his life and the fact you’d stopped messaging him made him think you were done with him and he didn’t have the heart to face your rejection no matter how much you were on his mind.

So he moved to Manchester and didn’t reach out, even though he thought about it everyday, and tried to rebuild his life without you. He was doing well but you were always there in the back of his mind, even thinking he’d seen you a few times and his tummy jumped each time before he realised it wasn’t you. He’d wanted to message you more than anything but he didn’t have the guts, even though you’d both promised to stay friends the messages had become so few and far between and now there was nothing.

As soon as Mason was inside he ran to the living room to put the news on, pausing the TV as soon as it showed the aftermath of the accident so he could get a better look before playing again to where it was panning past what he thought was your car. He managed to stop it at a point to be able to examine it more carefully and he could feel the nerves rippling through him.

Same colour, same make and model, same sticker on the back window with where the car came from, different number plate…

Different number plate.

Mason let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t you. Someone was clearly hurt and that wasn’t good but he couldn’t deny he felt lighter at the fact it wasn’t you who was in harm's way. Falling back into the cushions of his sofa so he could take a few breaths to steady himself.

You were okay.

He felt a little silly now, panicking so much when you were clearly fine but as the minutes wore on he managed to talk himself back into a frazzled state.

He didn’t know what it was, not being able to settle and focus on anything but you. Now you were back on his mind, all he could see was your pretty eyes and perfect smile.

He knew nothing about you anymore. The only piece of information left being the address of your old flat and now he was getting to know the area he knew you weren’t too far away. But he didn’t know if you were there anymore and if he did turn up whatever the chances you would even want to see him?

What if you’d moved on? Surely Rashy would have told him but Mason couldn't stand the thought of turning up at your house and a random guy being there. No doubt he’d be taller than him and funnier and be able to make all the time in the world for you and the thought of seeing you with someone who’s everything Mason isn’t made him miserable.

It was like there was an itch in his brain that he couldn’t scratch, not able to settle as his mind came out with random questions to make him doubt what he already knew. He decided against messaging Rashy, presuming he wouldn’t have much of an idea either and he didn’t want to start worrying everyone unnecessarily if there really was nothing wrong.

Maybe he read it wrong and it was your number plate? Or maybe you’d changed your number plate and it was you all along? Why hadn’t you answered his texts yet either? Was there an innocent explanation or had he missed something and it really was you that was hurt?

The only thing he did know was that he couldn’t stay in and drive himself insane. Eventually coming to the conclusion that a run would clear his head so he quickly changed into some shorts and a hoodie before setting off. No particular place or destination in mind, just the need to let off some steam and clear his mind.

When the rain started to fall he cursed under his breath. Too far away from home to turn around and avoid it and also not done with his run as he was still feeling on edge so he grit his teeth and carried on. Weaving in and out of streets until he started to recognise where he was a bit more.

Maybe it was just a coincidence he ended up here, like in the back of his mind this is where he needed to end up to finally put his mind at rest but as he stopped to get his breath just outside of your building he only felt worse.

Your car which you always parked in the same spot was nowhere to be seen, and the flat he knew to be yours had all of the lights off but the curtains were open. Like you’d been out and not made it home yet to shut them and he felt sick to his stomach at the thought.

‘No no no no no’ he whispered under his breath, not understanding where your car was and it seemed like only the worst possible outcome was the right one.

He knew it was a bad decision to come here but he’d done it anyway and now his mind was spiralling more than he thought possible.

He thought about going home but the need to see that you were fine with his own two eyes outweighed everything else and before he knew it he was running up the path and standing outside your front door with his hand poised to knock.

What am I supposed to say? He thought. I thought you were dead so I came to check you were alright? No, he couldn’t but he knocked before he had a chance to think of anything else. Waiting anxiously as he heard a few noises from behind the door but if you were there then you were taking forever to answer.

As soon as you opened the door he felt his body flood with relief. Your hair was pointing up in all different directions and he could clearly see the pillow marks on your cheek. A shocked and confused expression painted your features as you realised who was standing in front of you but he just felt his heart swell before his face crumpled as he tried to hold the tears back.

‘Mase? Mase what’s wrong?’ You asked, reaching forward to touch him in some way but you second guessed yourself before you got there. Not knowing if he wanted you to touch him but he looked distraught so you pushed your thoughts to the side and pulled him into the doorway. ‘Mase, you’re soaked. Come inside, it’s okay’

‘I’m sorry’ he told you, his voice wobbling as you shut the door and the feeling of warmth engulfed him immediately. He felt self here.

This feels like home, he thought. The place was unchanged from when he was last here and he stood awkwardly in the hall as you shut the door before leading him into the living room just around the corner.

‘Sorry, you've caught me at a bit of a bad time’ you laughed as you tidied the blankets off of the sofa and reset the cushions so you both had a place to sit. Flustered that he’d turned up so randomly and in the back of your mind you wondered if it might have happened one day but you chalked it off as being a silly daydream in the end.

‘Danger nap?’ He asked and you felt your face flush at the way he’d caught on so quickly. ‘Don’t worry, I remember them well’

‘Well I’ve been having them a bit more frequently since I’ve got no one to tell me off anymore’ you joked but you saw his face drop ever so slightly. ‘Take a seat, you want a drink or anything?’

‘I’m fine, thanks’

‘You sure? I’ll get you a tea you look like you need warming up’ you told him softly before scurrying over to the kitchen and he felt his chest warm with how kind you were to him. Hearing the kettle flick down before you came back to close the curtains and then run over to the cupboard under the stairs. ‘Take your hoodie off Mase, you’ll catch a chill. I’ve got you a towel and I’ll turn the heating up’

‘Sorry, this is probably the last thing you needed tonight’ he sighed, grabbing the towel to run over his hair once he’d taken his hoodie off but the shoulders of his top were still wet and now he was sitting here waiting for you he felt silly.

‘No don’t worry about that, I know we haven’t spoken for a while but I always said I’m here if you need me’ you told him shyly. Sitting down next to him so you could place his tea on the table before sending him a reassuring smile

‘I know’ he huffed. ‘I just feel a bit dramatic now that’s all’ he told you, trying to laugh it off but you knew him and you knew something was on his mind.

‘What’s going on? Why are you here?’ You pushed gently, trying to get him to open up a little bit more and when his eyes fell to his lap you weren’t sure if he was about to tell you or not. Thankfully he did after a few moments but you weren’t prepared for the words that were about to tumble from his lips.

‘There’s um… well there’s been this big accident on the main road out of Manchester. It’s all over the news and I was stuck in traffic for like 45 minutes until I could get round it’ he told you but you were unsure as to why he was updating you on the traffic when you’d asked what he was so upset about.

‘Okay?’

‘The car that crashed… well I thought it was yours’ he told you, his voice wobbling at the end and you felt your heart shatter as you realised what was wrong now. ‘It’s the same colour and make and everything and I… well I was out of my mind worrying that… i don’t know that you were hurt or something-‘

‘Oh Mase’ you breathed, cutting him off as his voice got more and more emotional and all you wanted was to pull him into a hug but you weren’t sure if that was what he wanted. In the end you just reached for his hand and you were surprised at how tightly he gripped onto you.

‘Sorry I bet I sound insane’ he laughed, wiping his eyes with his free hand and you felt your heart break for him.

‘No no it’s okay’ you reassured him, placing your other around your already clasped ones. Hoping he’d keep on talking but you let him take his time as he was clearly overwhelmed and upset by everything that had happened tonight.

‘It was on the news and I saw it wasn’t your number plate so I thought you were fine but then i managed to talk myself out of thinking that and I tried to text you, but i didn’t hear anything back but I guess you were asleep’ he smiled, squeezing your hand gently and you smiled sadly back at him.

‘I never got a text from you, I don’t think I did anyway’ you told him. ‘I was only asleep for like ten minutes. I did see some texts but it was a number I didn’t recognise and I thought it was a scam thing so I didn’t bother looking properly cause the number wasn’t saved’

‘A scam?’

‘Yeah I keep getting those texts like Evri has your parcel but it’s damaged and the details are lost. Please send your address, bank details and blood type so we can attempt a redelivery’ you joked and you felt your tummy flip when he let out a little laugh.

‘No it’s my fault, my personal number got leaked a little while back and when I moved up here I thought it would be a good idea to get a new number. I texted most people but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from me so I just kept your number in my contacts. I completely forgot you wouldn’t have it saved’

‘You know that makes a lot of sense actually’ you smiled, watching his eyebrows pinch together in confusion and you thought his expression was adorable. ‘I sort of texted you last week. You know, after your goal? I didn’t hear back from you’

‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ he sighed, his free hand dragging down his face and you could tell he was annoyed with himself as he rolled his eyes.

‘No it’s alright-‘

‘No cause you probably thought I was ignoring you and I wasn’t’ he told you, almost pleading with you to make you believe him but you already did and when you sent him a soft smile he let out a big sigh he’d been holding in. ‘Where’s your car? It's not parked out the front?’

‘Chrissy upstairs moved out and I was next on the list for a spot in the underground car park so I park it down there now’ you explained, releasing how shaken he must have been and still was to know you might have been hurt and when one of your hands let go to touch his shoulder, his eyes snapped up to yours. ‘Are you alright, mase?’

‘No’ he whispered quietly, his glossy eyes looking back down to his lap and as much as you wanted to push him you also didn’t want to scare him off so you sat waited for him to come clean and tell you what was going on in his head. ‘I know it’s stupid but like… I realised if I lost you then… well it felt like my world was ending in all honesty’ he confessed, laughing slightly but you could tell there was no humour in it l. ‘I know that’s dramatic but all I could think about was everything I’d never told you, all the things I’d never be able to say to you again, you know? Never be able to hold you or kiss you…’

‘Kiss me?’ You whispered. Unsure as to why he’d said that at the end as you’d been broken up for almost a year now but you couldn’t deny his confession made your heart jump. If truth be told it hurt more than you thought it would when he didn’t reply to you a week ago and seeing him so heartbroken on your doorsteps just now was a shock. But the words falling from his lips right now were even more of a shock.

‘Sorry’ he mumbled, his voice thick with tears as he shook his head but you didn’t want him to shut down on you now. You wanted him to keep talking, to see if he’d say the things you’d been waiting a year for him to admit so you carried on stroking his skin and letting him get himself together.

‘No no it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it’ you laughed, looking up at him to thankfully looking back at you with a small smile on his face. ‘Now’s your chance Mase, what do you wanna tell me’ you whispered, wondering if he’d say anything at all but ever the unexpected he said the last thing you thought he would.

‘I love you’ he whispered instantly. The words sending a tingle down your spine and you almost lost your breath. ‘I’m still so fucking in love with you and the though of you not being around anymore hurt more than I could tell you. Not that I’ve tried, but I can’t love anyone else like I loved you. Like I still love you, y/n’

‘Mase-‘

‘I know it’s been a while and you won’t feel the same but-‘

‘Mase stop’ you whispered, your eyes stinging at the thought of what he might be doing but the sincerity in his eyes kept a spark of hope alive. ‘Are you sure? I think you’re in shock a bit, you may want this now but what about in a month's time? Or two? I can’t go through feeling like that again’

‘I’m sure, i promise’ he nodded, dropping his eyes to his lap before taking a deep breath and you knew he had more to say. ‘I know we said if we were both single in five years we’d come back to each other but that’s too far away for me and I don’t wanna give anyone else the opportunity to have you. People like us, we’re meant to meet in a few years time when we both know who we are and what we want for ourselves but I don’t wanna do that. I want us to work through it all and grow together, you know?’

‘Mase-’

‘I pushed you away when I should have held onto you tighter. I think about you… all the fucking time and I can’t be without you’ he sniffled. ‘I know it’s incredibly selfish of me but I don’t want you to be just a chapter in my life when you’re the whole damn book baby’

You couldn’t help but laugh at his last line, your chuckles seeming to break the tension a little bit as he smiled at you and you could feel your heart in your throat at all the sweet words he’d spilled to you tonight.

‘Sorry I know it’s a lot but I just needed you to know’

‘Well thank you, and you know I care about you so much Mase-‘

‘Oh’ he sighed, trying to remove his hand from yours as you hadn’t told you him loved him back and he felt a bit embarrassed but that wasn’t your intention.

‘No Mase, wait I just… look it’s a lot to think about’ you laughed, squeezing his hand tighter so he couldn’t move away. ‘Just give me some time to take it in, yeah?’

‘Sorry’

‘No please don’t be sorry’ you told him before a quietness settled over you for a moment. Not really sure what you were wanting to say and knowing Mason had said enough for a lifetime tonight so you went back to what you thought you did best. Looking after him. ‘Listen, have you eaten? I’ve got a pasta bake to put in the oven and you know I always cook for about five people’

‘I haven’t eaten’ he laughed ‘Too busy worrying that you'd been flattened’ he joked, rolling his eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at his attempt at humour.

‘Well let me make us something to eat, And we can hang out a bit and catch up, yeah?’ You asked hopefully and thankfully he nodded in agreement.

So you made the pair of you some dinner before getting settled on the sofa. Keeping the tv volume on minimum so you could talk and it was like having the Mason you fell for back with you. But your heart broke even further when he explained to you how hard the last year had been for him, from being sold to the constant injuries and feeling pretty lonely up here some nights when it was just him and his family and friends had to go home.

Soon enough your plates had been discarded to the coffee table as it was your turn to open up. Not that you had as much to say but he was interested all the same in hearing about your life and getting up to date with all the people you used to talk about together. Updating him on your job and all the changes that had been made before he commented on how even with all the changes your flat was still the same and it made him feel happy.

‘Hey Mase?’ You asked quietly when you saw him try to suppress a yawn and you knew he’d realised you’d seen when the bridge of his nose turned red like you used to love.

‘Yeah?’

‘Do you wanna stay here tonight?’ You asked, his eyebrows shooting up in shock as he clearly hadn’t expected you to ask anything like that but now you had him back here you didn’t want to let him go.

‘W-what?’ He mumbled, scratching the back of his head like he did whenever he got nervous but you send him a reassuring smile in hopes that would help.

‘I mean you don’t have to, but it’s late now and I won’t be having you walking home or paying for an Uber. Unless you want me to drive you home-‘

‘No you can’t drive me, I don’t want you driving back on your own’ he argued back but you were both smiling so you let out a little laugh before being a bit firmer with him.

‘So you’ll stay then? And I’ll drop you home on my way to work?’

‘I think that could work’ he nodded but you knew he was shy about it even though he had no need to be.

‘Okay perfect’

‘Do you still keep that blanket in the cupboard?’ He asked and you felt a wave of disappointment flood you.

‘Oh I um…’ you trailed off, realising he’d got the wrong end of the stick and you knew you needed to set him straight no matter how awkward it might get.

‘What’s up?’

‘Well I thought you might want to sleep in my bed? You know like… with me?’ You explained, his face a mask of shock as the words left your lips but you knew you needed to put the idea out there.

‘Oh’

‘Sorry I’m being silly’

‘No I want to, I just didn’t wanna push it you know? I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted’

‘I do’ you smiled. Holding your hand out for him to take and you felt your heart give a squeeze and he gently took it in his. ‘And I think it might be what you need’

‘I think so too,’ he laughed. A shy look on his face as you walked him through and into your bedroom and once you were inside you sent him a reassuring smile. ‘Get in, I’m just gonna use the bathroom and I’ll be with you’

You left him to sort himself out, quickly applying your skincare and trying to keep calm before returning to your room. Seeing Mason was already in bed and that he was still in his T-shirt but he’d stripped down to his boxers on the bottom half and you caught a cheeky flash of his thighs as you lifted the covers up.

You knew what you wanted, and what he probably wanted too so when you got yourself under the covers you turned away from him as you shuffled up close. Your back against his chest before taking his arm so you could wrap it around your body and you could tell from how stiff he was that he wasn’t expecting it but it only took a second for him to settle down and nuzzle into your neck.

‘I don’t think I need to wait until the morning’ you suddenly heard him whisper after a few moments and you felt your heart begin to pound. ‘I never ended things with you because I didn’t like you or I didn’t see us going anywhere. It was more that I didn't like myself. You’ve been the right person for me this whole time and I knew it long before we were friends, like it had always been my plan to make you mine and then when I finally got you I let you go’

‘Well you know what they say, Mase’ you whispered, holding him to you tighter and you felt him lightly kiss your shoulder. ‘If you love something you should set it free. And if it’s yours it’ll come back’

‘Will you come back to me then?’ He asked, his voice sounding more vulnerable than he intended it to. ‘Cause I’ll always come back to you’

‘I think we can work something out’ you whispered and you felt him stiffen before moving back so he could roll you over to face him. His eyes wide and glossy as he looked at you and you could tell you’d taken him by surprise.

‘Really? You’d wanna try again?’ He asked. Lip wobbling and it all became too much for him so you reached out to stroke his cheek and catch a few of the stray tears.

‘It just wasn’t our time back then, Mase. I get that now and yeah it sucked but if it’s really what you want then it’s what I’ve wanted since things ended’ you told him softly. Kissing the end of his nose as he shut his eyes softly. ‘I’ve been yours from the second you looked at me’

‘I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want this, or if you were seeing someone else’

‘Well lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about any of that’ you told him and you didn’t miss the look of relief on his face. ‘Things will be easier now we're closer okay? We can see each other more and all the things that drove us apart won’t be a problem’

‘You really think it’ll be that simple?’ He whispered, the hope in his eyes made you want to reassure him even further.

‘I think so, yeah. You said earlier you still loved me right?’

‘I did’ he laughed, not meeting your eyes as he blushed and you thought he was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

‘I still love you too’ you whispered, so quietly you thought he might now have heard you but from his reaction you knew he did. Letting out a shuddery breath before he hid his face. Giving you room to kiss all over his cheek until he had the courage to look at you again. ‘Shall we go to sleep?’ You offered, noticing how exhausted he was after a long evening and once he’d nodded you turned back onto your side and let him hold you close. Smiling at the way he was kissing your shoulder softly and nuzzled into your neck.

‘Hey Mase? Can I ask you something before we go to sleep?’

‘Anything’ he whispered, and the sound of his voice made your heart jump. Knowing he really would answer absolutely answer anything you asked him and this was something that had been plaguing your mind for a year.

‘That day I left to come home and you texted me the whole way, what did the message say that you deleted?’

You felt him let out a small chuckle, squeezing you a little before huffing and you knew it was something he probably never wanted to admit. You didn’t want to push him if that was the case but after a moment you felt his lips on your shoulder again as he began to speak.

‘It said, I think I’ve made a mistake. Can you come back and we’ll talk’ he told you quietly and you felt your heart pound at his confession. ‘I gave it ten minutes and said to myself if you hadn’t replied in that time then it wasn’t meant to be’

‘Mase’ you whispered, your eyes full of tears as a wave of regret from not checking your phone washed over you but he was quick to reassure you everything was fine.

‘It's okay, I’m glad you missed it’ he laughed. ‘It would have only made things worse probably. I needed that time to go through whatever was going on and realise how much I actually need you. Cause I really do’

‘I’m here’ you mumbled, turning you head to look at him and his whole face lit up as he looked down at you.

‘So am I. And I’m never going anywhere again okay?’

‘Me too’ you told him firmly before he finally lent down and placed the softest kiss to your lips. A feeling you’d waited almost a year for and when he pulled back to look at you, you almost felt disappointed but you could tell he was greedy for seconds. Diving right back in but with a bit more force this time and you let him do as he wished thankful the universe had brought him back to you.

[hazybisou]

❛ HYBE BOY ❜

🧸🩰 i’m a lucky fella, i’ve just got to tell her that i love her endlessly

summary - quinn hughes, captain of the Vancouver Canucks, is dating model, y/n y/l/n and hard launches his relationship leaving people shocked at how beautiful she is and making his brothers question how he managed to pull her.

pairing - model!f!reader x quinn hughes

side note - miranda kerr will be used as a faceclaim for the ig posts. but like she’s so beautiful omgggg 😻😻 *careless whisper starts playing* anyways uni is going so well. my professors are so chill like literally it’s amazing. i barely know anyone here (yes after a whole month here, i only know like 6 people). but uni is amazing my roommate is the best and it’s js a great experience!!

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_quinnhughes i’ll keep this one, thanks. 😃

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colecaufield found in the wild 🐗🕵️

_quinnhughes ❌

user81 Y/N Y/L/N DATING A HOCKEY PLAYER??!! MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING 🥲🥲

jackhughes 👁️🌊🫵

user17 jack what is this??! 😭😭

user38 he’s weird

user82 he js built diff

trevorzegras quinnifer got (no) game??!

_quinnhughes at least i have a girl where’s yours *looks around* oh i forgot 🥲

trevorzegras you’re my girl @/_quinnhughes don’t worry 😘

jackhughes AYE!!

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/y/n.y/l/n idk what he’s talking abt 😥

y/n.y/l/n trev wishes 😔😔

user93 NOOOO😭!!!!

user72 sad day for us quinn girlies 😔

user57 trevor and quinn are umm…

y/n.y/l/n weird and not okay i know and also very much in love with each other???

user57 yes

y/n.y/l/n have you fixed the bed yet??

_quinnhughes no..

lhughes_06 the beds broken?? oh 😐

y/n.y/l/n he jumped on it to hard and made a leg break

jackhughes YO WHAT

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes in my defense she was chasing me

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes you caused that to happen when YOU THREW A PILLOW AT ME

_quinnhughes @/y/n.y/l/n IM SORRY TAKE ME BACK

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes YOURE NEXT TO ME STUPID

trevorzegras ☕️☕️

user92 SHES SO PRETTY OMGGG 💕💕

user29 new wag alert!!!

user69 girlie so fine 😻😻

bradytkachuk emma said to stop forcing her to say you guys are together

ehtkachuk yea bc she’s MY wife not YOUR gf

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes ^^

_quinnhughes @/bradytkachuk @/ehtkachuk @/y/n.y/l/n why are you all after me 😔😔

colemcward mama y papa? mama. papa.

y/n.y/l/n my son is all alone 😭😭

_quinnhughes he’ll live

colemcward @/_quinnhughes no i won’t

lhughes_06 @/y/n.y/l/n why is he your son and not me???

y/n.y/l/n @/lhughes_06 bc you’re the annoying little brother i wished i had growing up

elblue6 my beautiful daughter 💕💕 and her interesting bf

_quinnhughes i’m your biological son??!

y/n.y/l/n quinny shh 🤫 ALSO MAMA EL 😘😘♥️

user48 parents so cute 🥰🥰

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y/n and quinn had been together in michigan for a week now and his brothers were yet to meet her. she had met his parents a couple months before and they’ve loved her ever since. ellen treated her as if she were her own daughter. they would talk about quinn and his behavior and quinn would be in the back, getting offended. jim was like her second father. he was protective of her and was his little girl even if they weren’t blood related.

the couple were on the couch, all cozy and cuddling when they heard a car pull up outside. quinn looked down at y/n who had her eyes closed, trying to go asleep after being out that day. “babe,” quinn heard a mumble come from the girl, “they’re here.” she grumbled in response.

quinn had told her last night that they would arrive at the lake house tomorrow evening. she was half asleep when he told her so all he got from her was an “okay,” before he began to hear soft snores come from her mouth.

“quinny, let me sleep please,” y/n whispered, “i’ll meet them later.”

quinn just smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple. he rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes, hoping to sleep as well.

unfortunately, in this household, a good nights sleep was never a thing. that was proven as the front door suddenly burst open which quinn jumped slightly at the action and caused y/n to stir in her sleep, letting out a small whine.

“honey, we’re home!” an, oh, so familiar voice announced.

quinn turned his head to the side and peaked over the couch. as soon as he saw his brothers, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at their antics and go back to trying to go to sleep.

he heard chattering and the padding of footsteps get closer, indicating they were coming his way. he began to think of a way of how he would get up without waking up y/n. there was no way.

quinn reopened his eyes and saw two figures standing in front of him. “what the fuck?” he questioned and his brothers laughed at his face.

“i see you’ve been having fun.” luke said and his eyes traveled down to y/n’s sleeping figure and he raised an eyebrow at quinn. “like i knew you had a girlfriend but she’s way out of your league.”

quinn let out a fake chuckle. “get the hell out and let us sleep.” he commented and wrapped his arms around y/n, his arm covering her face from jack and luke.

“but we just got here.” jack pointed out and luke murmured in agreement.

“then go up to your rooms.”

“but we want to meet your girlfriend.” luke stated with a fake pout.

quinn glared at the pair. “she’s sleeping so leave,” he stated and closed his eyes, protecting y/n from their view.

“we’re coming back when you’re both wide awake.” jack pointed a finger at quinn before he and quinn went to the front to get their bags and head upstairs.

quinn shook his head and went back to sleep, awaiting the moment of when y/n wakes up.

the couple had surprisingly slept for an hour and a half. it surprised quinn since he knew his brothers and the amount of noise they made whenever one of them were sleeping.

y/n had begun to wake as she had begun to squirm in quinn’s hold. he let out a groan and held her closer to his body, her squirming subsiding. “q, let go.” she mumbled into his chest. he held her tight. “quinn.”

“go to sleep, princess.” quinn whispered, his eyes still closed.

y/n started to squirm once again. “no, i have to meet your brothers as i said before.” she really wanted to meet luke and jack but with quinn’s hold keeping her restrained, it was impossible.

“they can wait.”

“no we can’t.”

quinn snapped his head towards the voice and y/n lifted her head and looked towards the boy. “why are you everywhere luke?”

luke shrugged, “i don’t know,” he sat at the end of the couch, “i just am.”

quinn rolled his eyes and looked down at y/n. “well you’ve met luke,” he told her.

“and the other?”

“i have a name.” jack.

y/n turned towards the boy, “yeah i know. sorry jack.”

jack shrugged and sat next to luke who gave jack a look. “what?” luke stared at him for a second before using all his force to push jack off. he fell with a thud and quinn, luke, and y/n laughed. “asshole.”

“man whore.”

jack looked up at luke. he got up within a second before he pounced onto luke. the two began to fight, jokingly, of course. jack had an arm wrapped around luke who let out a scream. “get off of me.” luke managed to get out despite jack’s arm suffocating him. luke continuously slapped jack’s arm in an effort for his older brother to let go.

“no.” the two continued to fight and quinn and y/n just stayed there laughing at the two.

“well you’ve met thing 1 and thing 2.” quinn said as he looked down at y/n. “i don’t know how they haven’t killed each other in jersey yet.”

y/n looked up at him. “you have a wonderful family.”

“aren’t we just lovely?” luke asked as he wriggled under jack’s hold. “also one more question,” y/n and quinn looked at him, “did quinn force you to get with him?”

jack’s head perked up at this. “oh yeah, did he?” he let go of luke as he turned towards his older brother and his girlfriend.

y/n only chuckled and quinn gave them a death stare. “no, i didn’t. she simply fell in love with me.”

jack and luke looked at each other. suddenly, the two bursted out laughing. both quinn and y/n were confused. they had a look on there face as the younger pair continued laughing. “what?”

“oh, we’re sorry but how is it that a girl like her, take this in a good way, would fall in love with a guy like you?” jack said and luke was still too busy laughing.

quinn looked at them, offended, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“she’s beautiful! and you’re just..you.” luke exclaimed. “like let’s be real here.”

y/n turned to them, “i didn’t fall in love with him because of his looks, i fell in love with him because of his personality,” she looked towards quinn before looking back at the younger brothers, “although sometimes he’s a little interesting.”

“what do you mean interesting?”

“a wet cat.”

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i fucking hate this so much like actually wtff 😭😭 anyways here’s my monthly post and hopefully some of you enjoy it. uni is my new home and umm it’s great!! now my roommate and my friends are making go to a frat tmrw so uhh hopefully it goes well (ik it won’t) wish me luck 🤞

[kokorose]

Me and you against the world- LN4

Lando Norris x model!boyfriend

Faceclaim: Kim Mingyu (seventeen)

Summary: The one where Lando comments with the wrong account.

A/n: Mingyu isn’t a kpop idol in this.

A/n: I’m in no way speculating on Lando or Mingyu’s sexuality. This is just for fun.

Photos: Pinterest.

LandoNorris posted

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LandoNorris: New York, New York 🗽

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MartinGarrix: 🗽

User1: omg Lando and Martin!

McLaren: please return our driver alive. We kinda need him. @MartinGarrix.

User2: poor admin

YnUsername: oh god.

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User3: YnUsername?!?

YnUsername posted

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YnUsername: Cover Model alert 🚨 Thank you @Cosmopolitanmagazine and @BVGALRI for this opportunity!

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BellaHadid: beautiful boy!!!

Cosmopolitanmagazine: ❤️

BVGALRI: ❤️

User4: holy-

Ynbffusername: YES!!!!! THATS MY BEST FRIEND🔥🔥

User5: The scream that was heard coming from my mouth!!!

User6: You can’t keep getting away with this!! 🫠🫠

User7: ARIANA(Max Fewtrell) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

L11n13: 🥵🥵🥵🥵damn baby! Proud of you but hot damn!

LandoNorris posted

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LandoNorris: Quick stop in Seoul 🇰🇷

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User8: LANDO WAS IN MY CITY?!?

User9: okay but whose the other person?!

User10: yn is in the likes again!

User8: I mean they’ve been liking Lando’s posts over the last couple weeks. Since around Spa.

MaxFewtrell: 😑😑 the food looks good at least

LandoNorris: it was amazing

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YnUsername: my boyfriend calls me pretty boy 😜

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BellaHadid: ❤️

Zendaya: 😘😘

User11: HIS BOYFRIEND CALLS HIM PRETTY BOY😭😭😭

User12: CAN YOUR BOYFRIEND FIGHT?!?

YnUsername: please don’t fight my bf, he’s too pretty

LandoNorris: did I lie????

YnUsername: Lando…

LandoNorris: Shit

User12: LANDO’S THE BOYFRIEND?!?

User13: LANDO!?

User14: holy crap I did not see that coming.

User15: neither did Lando.

LandoNorris posted

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LandoNorris: Hi, it’s Lando here,

I just wanted to clarify the situation. Since I was little I always felt like I was different due to liking both girls and boys. Everyone told me “no you can only like girl”, so for years I did what was expected of me, I only dated girls. But no matter how hard I tried to only look at girls, there were boys who caught my attention. Boys I wanted to hug, kiss, and give my heart to. But now I’ve found someone that I really like and I love him more than anything in the world.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m bisexual. And I’m proud to be Bisexual. And I’ve got a pretty boyfriend who loves me!

🩷💜💙

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YnUsername: I’m proud of you and I love you too.

OscarPiastri: Proud of you Lando.

McLaren: We stand with you Lando. 🩷💜💙

LewisHamilton: Proud of you Lando 🙏🏻

MaxFewtrell: Proud of you you muppet.

YnUsername posted

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YnUsername: now I can show off my sexy boyfriend.

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LandoNorris: ur the sexy one

MaxFewtrell: 🤢🤢

OscarPiastri: now you guys are gonna be disgustingly cute in person

RiaBish: cuties

User16: gosh they are adorable together!

User17: I’ve never seen Lando this happy

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F1Gossip: Spotted on the paddock! Our newest member of the Formula One family, model Yn Ln, has arrived for the Singapore Grand Prix! McLaren driver Lando Norris announced he was dating said model in a beautiful coming out post.

The model was seen in the drivers garage during the race!

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User18: THATS LANDO’S BOYFRIEND?!? HE’S SO PRETTY!

User19: he’s gorgeous

User20: they showed him during the race talking to Lando’s dad.

User21: he was at the parc fermé at the end of the race!

User22: did y’all see them walk in together? He’s taller than Lando and it’s super cute!

User19: omg!!!

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LandoNorris: Singapore!!! P2!! Congratulations to Carlos on an amazing drive! I definitely had fun celebrating! Off to Suzuka!

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YnUsername: Yes baby!!!! You did amazing!!

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CarlosSainzJr55: Vamos Lando!!!

LandoNorris: Vamos Carlos!!

AdamNorris: So proud of you Lando!

MaxFewtrell: we did not need to know that 🤐

YnUsername posted

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YnUsername: That’s my mfking boyfriend!!! P2!!! 4 podiums so far baby, here’s to many more 😘 congrats to Oscar on his first podium!

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LandoNorris: 🥰🥰

McLaren: can you come to every race?? Pls?

User23: not admin begging yn to come to races!!

OscarPiastri: thanks yn!

YnUsername: you did amazing Oscar!

[monzabee]

all around the world (pretty girls) (social media au) - pg10

masterlist

Summary: The one where the internet finds out about you and Pierre's relationship.

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader (model used: precious lee)

Warnings: fluff, some light cursing, the timelines don't match whatsoever (please disregard this, thank you!)

Request: "Can you do a Pierre plus size and bisexual reader?"

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

elleusa

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elleusa: Join us in getting to know the latest Versace it-girl, Y/N Y/LN by clicking the link in our bio to access the full article!

bellahadid: the prettiest butterfly🦋

mertalas: pleasure working with Y/N!

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ynontherunway: mother is blessing us with more content🤩

officialyn

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officialyn: elle usa. dehors maintenant. toujours un plaisir. serving moriticia addams big time.

ynscloset: THE versace muse❤️

bellahadid: jolie fille!🤍

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alpinos1031: liked by PIERRE GASLY??

peargassly: he's been liking his way through instagram again🫣

officialyn: vroom🏎️

officialyn just posted a story!

officialyn

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officialyn: i kiss boys AND girls, connard.

kendalljenner: yes she does

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ynsvoguecover: oh no.. we lost her.. she's no longer for the girlies

aynaday: i can't believe she left me and our kids😭

pierregasly: quel genre de garçons embrasses-tu?

officialyn: ceux qui vont vite

charlesleclerc: 👀

pierregasly just posted a story!

officialyn just posted a story!

pierregasly

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pierregasly: liked by pierre gasly. tagged users: officialyn

f1wagss: new wag alert!!

alpbros: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS @alpinos1031

alpinos1031: HE REALLY SCORED HIS SHOT HUH😭

bellayn: what is mom doing here🥲

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officialyn: i get my own dump?🤠

pierregasly: i am an appreciator of fine things after all🙃

officialyn: soyez silencieux😂

officialyn

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officialyn: un peu magnifique. tagged users: pierregasly

estebanocon: y/n bestie!

officialyn: estie bestie!

motheringyn: we really lost her for good, guys😭

bellahadid: i can't believe i've been replaced!❤️‍🩹

officialyn: never!

peargassly: i can't believe she's already feeding us this good🩷

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pierregasly: i have thought you well, amour

officialyn: you're lucky i am a good student🙃

officialyn: je t'aime, bien que

pierregasly: je t'aime aussi, jolie fille

[cherricola-star]

With a Cherri on top?

Of course it's hard getting around to doing things when your head keeps spinning about a certain Cherri haired boy who keeps teasing you. Maybe If you say pretty please with a Cherri on top you'll get what you want 🍒

.

. Word count: 4.1k

. Release date: Oct.25.2024

.This was NOT proofread

Warnings : 🍒

Meandom!Yeonjun, stalker!Yeonjun, bratty!reader, obsessed!reader, GN!reader, spitting, vulgarity, creampies, little cumplay, degradation, hair pulling, cherries duhhh, teasing, Yeonjun's a dick, reader is taller, big dick Yeonjun, spanking...etc

🍒 Smut under the cut 🍒

“Oh my goodness it's fucking perfect!!” you exclaimed as you saw your new outfit spread out before you. It was one of the rare times you found things that fit you well considering how tall you were, I mean it's not impossible to find something in your size but it's so exhausting to find something you liked in your size.

You stared at the outfit a bit longer, proud of yourself for being able to put it together before turning out of your room to get ready for the day. You didn't have a busy day planned as you normally just did everything the week prior or the day before it was scheduled so that you'd have freedom. Work before play as they say and you followed it to the T.

Running yourself a bath you pick out your favourite Cherri bath soap and pour it in with the water running with the feeling of taking a bath. You didn't always take baths but when you did it was a guarantee for a good day…It's just facts.

“10:30 am…” you muttered, a bit early for a bath but not for you especially when you have plans for a long day of self-doting and relaxing. You could picture it now going to your favourite dessert shop and buying your favourite milkshake with sprinkles, whipped cream, and a big red juicy Cherri on top, fuck it was heaven already and you were not even in the bath yet.

Speaking of the bath, you go turn off the tap and strip yourself, throwing your nightwear into the nearby hamper and slowly sinking into the tub. The water is perfect, it always is, because you know what you like and the temperature is always right and so is the smell. The rich sweet smell of artificial cherries fills your senses and it brings you back to what made you obsessed with them in the first place.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun, a pretty boy with pretty Cherri red hair and pretty Cherri red lips. He was sex on legs, a walking sin, a new obsession. He ran through your mind so much and so often that anything Cherri red or Cherri associated was in your hands immediately costly or not it was yours. You didn't mean for it to become an obsession but it did and it was your fault it was his. I mean how dare he come up to you and flirt with you (at least you took it as flirting) and make you feel butterflies. Like who does he think he is telling you that you'd look better as a model rather than your initial career path? A compliment? Maybe at least that's what you took as backhanded or not a compliment was a compliment.

But also his height, God his beautiful fucking height. You thought you were tall until you stood next to him, he may have been maybe a couple centimetres or inches taller, whichever one was easier to remember, but taller. It's not like it's hard to find people who are taller than you. There are plenty of people who are but him. He was different. He was your type but taller than you which was a complete game changer. And you love games and he was a prize you wanted to win.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by a notification alerting you. You give your attention to your phone unlocking it before seeing an Instagram notification from @yawnzzn. Excitement is what you felt as you quickly dried your hand on a nearby toilet and clicked the notification to be greeted by the face of a God. Lord knows you could go on and on and on about how delicious he looked and how desperately you wanted to kiss the gun out of his mouth…wait that's a bit odd maybe not desperate enough to that but, desperate.

You quickly liked the post taking pride in being in the first minute and the first time before you took a screenshot and refreshed the post to see the numbers skyrocket. Seems like you weren't the only one obsessed with the Cherri bombshell. I mean it's to be expected, with the face that belongs in VOUGE and a personality that would wet anybody's underwear, Yeonjun was very popular and very desired. That didn't matter though because you had one thing they didn't and that was audacity.

Speaking of which you swiped out of the post to click on the message button still seeing the read messages you sent him. Yeonjun doesn't respond to you, not yet anyway, but that would stop you from trying. You message him that very minute asking him if he'd like to go on a walk with you. You don't expect a reply after you saw the scene at the bottom of the text but what you didn't expect was for him to react to the message with a Cherri emoji. Oh my God was this a sign? Did he want to talk to you??? Was this HAPPENING?!? Wait and breathe, you can't get too ahead of yourself.

You put your phone down on the table near your tub stand up to drain it and rinse the suds off your body. Once that is done, you pick up your towel and dry yourself from head to toe, making sure to add body lotion and deodorant after to make the getting dressed process go faster.

You pick up your phone and text him a time two hours from now along with a place, to which he reacts with another emoji, this time a thumbs up, and you excitedly get ready.

You rush out of the bathroom to your bedroom to start getting dressed, nitpicking every little thing that could be wrong with your outfit before fixing it. You spray yourself with Cherri perfume and apply a Cherri red lip gloss before pampering your face and styling your hair to your standards of perfection. Once you deem yourself hot enough, you grab your bag and make your way to see Yeonjun.

.

.

.

After you got your milkshake, of course, your Yeonjunnie could wait for a bit, you did give a time two hours before you left your house and sure maybe an hour and a half is already gone but that's okay. You can still make it on time…. You better make it on time because this server is taking a long time with your milkshake and honestly it's a bit fucking irritating.

“Y/N?”, you finally hear your name be called and quickly go to receive your sweet treat and maybe an extra pastry before you leave. You couldn't help yourself the Cherri Danish pastry looked so lonely and it was Cherri flavoured you couldn't just leave it now could you?

Checking your phone you quickly head over to the spot you texted Yeonjun to meet you at having only 30 minutes left to get there but that's alright because you were 20 minutes away anyway.

The walk (run) over there didn't take too long so you just loitered at a tree snacking on your Danish as you waited while listening to the music in your headphones wondering what you were going to eat for dinner later that day. Simple things.

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It's been an hour. A whole fucking hour of nursing your milkshake, listening to music while holding the leftover trash of your Danish, and leaning against a tree waving at people's dogs and occasionally petting them. Had you known he'd be late you would have taken more time at home in your bath and your room.

You go to throw your trash away, obviously irritated and a bit hurt so you could start leaving when you see a head of red hair in the corner of your eye. Is that him? You turn to look and there he is the object of your desire, Yeonjun.

He looks smug like he didn't just borderline stand you up. He's lucky you're so patient, well patient enough anyway. He gives you a small nod of a head as his greeting and you wave at him. Even if he was late at least he was dressed nice, simple but nice. As he got closer you could smell the cologne he was wearing making you feel weak in the knees. God, it's so unfair the effect this man had on you why was he so perfect?

“What's your problem?” He snaps you out of your train of thought.

“Excuse me?” You respond a bit confused.

“I asked what's your problem? Are you obsessed with me or something?”, you're a bit speechless but he continues, “Don't play fucking dumb, I see you staring at me on campus, stalking my page to be the first person to like my post, and dming me over and over again knowing that I'll ignore you. What's your problem?”

You're a bit shocked no you're fucking appalled at him calling you out. You didn't know him to be so observant and your borderline stalking and your interest in him. It's a reality check for sure.

“I don't have a problem,” you respond. What else could you say? Sorry for being so infatuated with your existence I just really really like you. “ This is a bit embarrassing. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all.” You decide a simple apology would hopefully smooth things over.

“I didn't ask for an apology, I asked if you were obsessed with me.” He snarked and wow, rude much. “Well, you fuckin got one so either accept it or don't.” You responded with a bite of malice in your tone. You didn't want to be rude but him being rude was not cool, hot, but not cool.

He grabs your hand and starts dragging you somewhere. You're not sure where you're going until you reach an empty, excluded part of a park and he shoves you down on a bench towering over you.

“What the fuck Is your problem Yeonjun?” You exclaimed, if you'd known he'd be this mad you wouldn't have asked him out on this little meetup/ walk in the first place.

“What, I'm not Yeonjunnie anymore?”, you gasp, how did he know about your nickname for him? “You didn't think you were the only one with an obsession did you?”, He leans down to whisper in your ear “I know all about you y/n. How you borderline stalk me, how my hair is the reason for your Cherri obsession, how I'm the object of your desire. I know everything, even what you do in your room.”

Your blood runs cold. He knows what you do? How does he know what you do? Nobody knows what you do in your room. That was your dirty secret that you'd take to the fuckin grave, not even the Justice League could get that information out of you yet, he knew.

“Don't be so scared love, you never close your curtains so you were bound to get caught.” You look up to him, that same smug look on his face with a dark look in his eyes. Then it clicked he was stalking you. But not like oh I'm scrolling through your socials stalking her was like actually stalking you like legit. “Did it finally click?” He teases.

Oh, it clicked alright and strangely enough, it didn't bother you at all. Ok, that's a lie it bothered you but you weren't creeped out, no you were just upset you didn't know.

“Did you see everything?” You ask. You were praying he didn't see you perform your nighttime activities but you were proven wrong.

“I saw everything, from how you wake up to stare at me in the morning before you start your day to how you play with your slutty hole to my pictures, I know everything, baby.” He smirks at you.

Shame burned across your face in the form of a blush as you attempted to look away before he grabbed your face and forced you to look at him.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of baby. I didn't say I had a problem with it and I'm not telling you to stop either.” you feel like he's taunting you why else would he do something like this, especially in public? Why not in dm's you didn't understanderstand.

“Why did you decide to do this now? Why not over the phone?” you asked. He seems amused at your confusion holding back a laugh before he turns to you again and tells you the reason.

“The only way to get someone to confess their sins is face to face don’t you agree?” you stare at him in awe, like sure you might have avoided the question had it been asked over the phone but this was a whole new different level of confrontation. He grabs your hand and pulls you to stand up and there it is, that slight height difference that makes your nerves tingle. It had to be a kink thing you determined or maybe it’s Yeonjun…it’s unclear at the moment.

He takes you by the hand walking in a random direction. “Where are we going?” you asked curiously, “We're going to my place, why don't wanna?” you nod your head earning a chuckle from him as he drags you to his car to take you to his place. He opens the door for you and motions for you to sit before he takes his place in the driver seat starting the car and driving off in the direction of where he lives.

Nervous was an understatement you were volatile like if anything happened it would set you the fuck off. You weren't upset a bit confused sure but upset? No definitely not. You clench your thighs together finally realising your situation of being alone with the man of your dreams, you could stay calm definitely…well that was until he put his hand on your thigh. You turn to look at him only to see that he’s completely focused on the road which was good, you didn’t want to crash that wouldn’t be very nice. But your mind was about to explode, his touch feeling electric on your skin as he started to rub it up and down your thigh essentially turning you on.

Thankfully the car right wasn’t too long saving you from the torture of sitting there on the brink of exploding all over the place. The opening of the door next to you helps you to remember where you are and what you're supposed to be as you exit the vehicle and look at Yeonjun. He motions for you to follow him as he enters the apartment complex and leads you towards the elevator. Once you’ve entered the silence is killing you it horr- “how long?” “Excuse me?” you respond to his abrupt question that cut off your thinking. That's been happening a lot you think a lot huh? “How long have you been obsessed with me” he repeats this time looking at you. Maybe the silence wasn’t so bad after all “Why do you care to know” you respond. He lets out a light laugh before turning to you fully and backing you up into a corner.

“Because I want to know why a slut like you chose me. Is that a good enough reason?” you almost choke on your spit from his bluntness and gather your thoughts before the elevator opens. Guess you can’t give him that answer now. He turns to leave the elevator leaving you behind to go to his apartment. You scurry after him not wanting to be left behind. As you catch up to him he opens the door and pulls you in with him before he closes the door and tells you to take off your shoes.

You do as you're told and step into the apartment. It's sleek black, red, and modern. It's Yeonjun, so fucking Yeonjun. “Are you going to answer my question or am I going to have to squeeze it out of you?” You look up to him remembering the question he asked you in the elevator. “I thought you were pretty?” What a stupid fucking answer but you didn't have another one. You can't explain why you chose Yeonjun but you just did. He was different and you liked different things.

“What a stupid answer.” He remarks and you sneer at him “Fuck you”, you retaliate. He looks at you with an amused expression, “Is that what you want, doll?” He stalks closer towards you grabbing the back of your head fisting your hair in his hand pulling your face closer to his. “You really ought to learn when to answer when someone is talking to you. Now let me ask again, is that what you want?” You babble out a yes too focused and turned on by the act of dominance and the pressure from his grip in your hair.

“Good job.” He pulls you in for a searing kiss. The kind of kiss that made you go dumb and incoherent. His soft lips left so good on your plush ones as he licked and nipped at them silently telling you to open your mouth. You allow him access to your mouth and keep deepens the kiss licking in your mouth and sucking on your tongue making wet obscene noises. It was filthy, disgusting but so fucking hot. The way he knew how to use his hot tongue with yours was making you weak in the knees and the lack of oxygen was making you dizzy.

He pulls you back from his lips, hand still in your hair before leading you to the bedroom. “Come on darling we have a lot of fantasies to fuck out of that filthy mind of yours.” You moaned at the crude words and tried to keep up with him so that he wasn't dragging on your hair directly.

He leads (drags) you to his bedroom before throwing you to his bed, “Strip.” It wasn't a request, it was a demand, one that you followed willingly as you undressed in front of him watching him bite his lips as he looked over your body. “No matter how many times I see your body it's always such a treat to look at.” He says as he starts to undress himself.

You feel yourself leaking at the sight of his body and the size of his cock. It was long, a bit thick, and red. It was fuckin perfect and so pretty. You wanted it in your mouth immediately because there's no way your oral fixation would ever let you pass up on this.

He watches as you stare intensely at his cock before walking up to you, “Do you want to taste it?” He asked and you swear you could've gotten whiplash from how quickly you nodded your head.

He laughs at your acts of desperation and pulls your face closer to his sex. He rubs this cock over your face, slapping your cheek with it a few times before feeding it into your mouth.

You moan at the feeling of his cock in your mouth sending vibrations causing him to moan. “God, your mouth feels like heaven.” he starts to slowly thrust into your mouth.

You suck on his cock slowly taking him deeper until you feel his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Poor baby, am I too much for you?” He laughs and starts to thrust into your mouth loving the way you feel around him. You peer up at him wanting to see his face and you see him starting back down at you.

“You look so pretty with a cock in your mouth baby, I bet you've been waiting for this moment for a while now huh? It's okay you have it now.” His thrust start to speed up causing him to essentially fuck your throat as he goes deeper and faster.

You can feel his cock pulsating in your mouth before he pulls out of your mouth making a loud pop and you dazed from the intensity and lack of oxygen. You looked wrecked even while he looked perfect. With your slick swollen lips covered in spit dripping, you feel like a mess and you loved it.

Yeonjun grabs your chin to hold your mouth open and lets a thick blob of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Swallow baby.” You close your mouth and swallow, only opening it when you've finished showing him. He gives you a pat on the cheek before pushing you on your back and settling his face between your legs.

He gives you a sinful look before lolling his tongue out to like a stripe against your hole. You moan out as he starts to eat you out, ravishing your hole with his tongue and his fingers spread it open for his access. “Fuck babe you taste so good.” You moan at his words now starting to feel a knot in your lower abdomen. You start to moan louder crying out and your impending orgasm. “I'm gonna cum Yeonjunnie please, I'm going to cum.” You hold the back of his head and grind into his mouth chasing your orgasm as he continues to lick and suck on your hole eventually leading to you coming everywhere.

“Fuck” you breathe out, that was one of the best orgasms you've ever had. While recovering Yeonjun stood up straight and flipped you on your back before taking his position behind you. He pulls on your hair forcing you to ease the pressure by getting on your hands and knees and arching your back.

You whimper and the pressure before feeling a sharp sting on your ass coming to the realization that you just got spanked.

Yeonjun leans over your body with his mouth to your ear. “You're a bit selfish babe. How could you cum before me? I thought you cared about me but it's okay, I'll just take what I need from you and you'll just let it happen won't you?” He pulls back and marvels at the arch he's forced you in. He reaches back over to grab lube so he can slick himself up before he starts to rub his cock against your hole. He takes his free hand to line up his cock directly at your hole before pushing in.

You moan out as you feel the head of his cock pop in and he continues to fill you up. He's so big you can feel him in your throat. “Junnie's sooo biiig” you slur out your words feeling cock drunk from the intrusion.

You feel him bottom out and slowly start to thrust before he speeds up and starts fucking you hard.

You let out breathy moans as he punches out each breath from you. “Your sour so fucking tight,” he growls as he bullies his cock into your hole without pause. His hand in your hair has your head tilted up showing off how slutty your face looks with your tongue out and drooling and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You're so lost in pleasure you don't even register when Yeonjun starts to speak up again.

“Been wanting to fuck you for a while now, fuck, never been so infatuated with someone before. You don't even know how happy I was to see you obsess over me and fuck yourself with your cute fingers imagining it was me. You're nothing but a obsess bitch that loves getting their hole fucked by their stalker.”

You moan loudly at his words trying to respond but only being able to moan instead.

“Fuck I'm going cum. Gonna let me cum inside you hmm? Of course you will.” His thrusts get sloppier and he gets more vocal. You also feel the feeling of your second orgasm pending. You clench down on his earning a moan from him and a slap on your ass. “You're sucking me in so good, baby, it's like you don't want me to leave.” he lets go of you hair to grab on to your waist fuckin you even harder than before.

“Fuck I'm coming.” He grunt out before filling you with his load causing you to cum at the same time and him pulling out to let the rest catch on your ass.

You collapse into a heap exhausted from the sexual pleasure you received. You go to catch your breath only for there to be fingers at your hole pushing in the cum oozing out. You moan and turn to look at Yeonjun before he speaks.

“You didn't think I was done with you right? Now that I have you here I'm going to ruin you for everyone else.”

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Hi... It's been a really long time. As you can see I've rebranded and I wanted my new Cherri aesthetic to shine This is one of the longest fanfics I've written in a while and I also have not written anything since June. So here I am. I'm still going to write Chan stuff. I just wanted to show my love for Yeonjun my lovely Cherri bombshell.Please like and reblog It helps me reach more of you little sillies and that means I get to write more of this. Also, don't be afraid to comment if you want to be added to a tag list. Till next time loves byeee 🍒

[xxmoodslimexx]

Oh I have an idea! Trying to scare the boys since it’s Halloween. It could be a small prank or something genuinely terrifying :)

S/O Spooking the Ghostbusters

- Peter -

• How bad you scare him just depends on what day you catch him. Sometimes all you're gonna get is a bewildered look, other times you’ll make him scream like a little girl. Mostly it’s just the former.

• If you do manage to scare him though he’ll really exaggerate his reactions, even once he’s realised it’s just you. He’ll yell really loud, clasp his hand over his heart and throw himself to the floor like you gave him a damn heart attack.

• Be warned that this is a very dangerous game to play. Once he realises that you’re trying to scare him he’ll want to try too.. And the guy has way too much time on his hands.

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- Egon -

• Definitely the easiest to spook. The man gets so wrapped up in his work and can concentrate so hard that sneaking up on him is laughably easy. 

• Wanna really scare him? Bring the boogeyman into the equation. Somehow get him believe that it’s back or even make some sort of model or something. Guaranteed spooks all round.  

• He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed. 

• He won’t really attempt to get you back beyond maybe giving a little jumpscare or deliberately trying to creep you out on a bust or something though. It’s pretty easy to tell when he’s doing it though, he uncharacteristically can’t stop himself from smiling.  

- Ray - 

• You’re gonna have the toughest time. Ray’s one of the bravest Ghostbusters, if not THE bravest, and he loves all things Halloween and horror. You’re gonna have to be real inventive.

• He’ll jump but recovers so fast and then he’ll just grin and admire and congratulate you on you’re little prank, especially if there are special effects or costumes involved. You got him good! You’re so creative, y/n!

• The best time to get him is out on a job since he takes every bust super seriously and will be on high alert and a little on edge the whole time.

- Winston -

• He's also quite easy to spook. He'll tell out a bad word and has a bad habit of instinctively getting defensive, so watch out.

• Again - Not mad, just disappointed.

• He'll get you back ten fold and remind you /exactly/ why he's doing it. That's what you get!!

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: When Pro meets Pretty - Cameron Matthews v Cali Boy (wrestle4hire2.com)

We all know the outcome and yet I need to watch it.  That's how I feel about gay wrestling - we know pro Cameron will destroy the pretty Cali boy but I can't help myself but watch it all happening.  This wrestling moment is when PRO meets PRETTY.  

Cameron Matthews v Cali Boy (wrestle4hire2.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

One thing I'm sure we all love about wrestling in all its forms is the collision between two men.  Their egos, all that muscle and time in gym, collides into each other and explodes into total destruction for one man.  In today's episode we look at when an instagram model enters the ring for the first time and collides (or more like crashes) into the one man pro wrestling industry that is Cameron Matthews.  

A hungry Cameron eyes up our model

Cameron: I'm the king of the jungle.  I run this place Cali Boy: Looks like you run this pretty bad...

The Action

Soon they're off.  Cali Boy is a tall strapping dude, so tall in fact that even while barefoot - Cameron needs to look up at him.  But no matter as Cameron immediately mounts Cali Boy's long lean back and puts him in an arm bar transitioning to a choke hold.  

Cali Boy manages (or probably Cameron let's him) a reversal before not knowing how to capitalize on it.  I don't blame the guy, he's so attractive that I'm sure people cut him a ton of slack, but not Cameron.  Cameron is all pro and does not mince moves when it comes to wrestling.  

Cali Boy gets crushed.  His moans and groans only fueling Cameron's savagery

The Moment 

Sure the pretty is nice to look at but you need the pro in your gay wrestling to kick it up to the next level.  Throughout this match, Cameron knows the holds and all the ways to put his pretty opponent's body on display.  

Cameron: Go on. I want to hear you scream 'I quit'.

Cameron: Give... I said give! Cali Boy: Fuck you ... You little bitch.  

Cameron: The ab destructor.

Cameron: The Pecker wrecker (C)

Cali Boy: Is that all you got? 

Cameron: I'm going for them. I'm going for those nips. 

Watching his limp body struggle to get up and put up any resistance, is like catnip to heels.

Cameron: I don't get to do this too often.  Putting a good looking young rookie down for the count. I'm usually the good looking one. 

This moment is brought to you by the PRO completely bending the PRETTY to your will.  Cameron owns this match from start to finish, it was all preordained really.  We all knew this would end with a manhandled Cali Boy shown off in the best possible way.  It's like watching a master artist at work; the agony and the ecstasy are why I love gay wrestling.  

Remember, it's not work if you love what you do.

[betterthanburrow]

Bengals’ Media Day Photographer - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Photographer! OC)

liked by 50,009 users

yourinstagram: miss photographer is my name.

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yourbrother: what’s your photography job for the day?

↳ yourinstagram: the bengals’ media photos 😊

↳ yourbrother: AND I WASN’T INVITED TO COME WITH YOU?! … please can you tell Joe Burrow i said hi.

↳ yourinstagram: okay sure… and i’ll tell him your his biggest fan too.

liked by Bengals and 250,055 more users

photographyinstagram: a day in the jungle 🐅🍃

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username1: MEDIA DAY CONTENT IS COMING SOON!

username2: whoa… the jungle design setup is nice!

username3: WHO DEY!

username4: welcome to the jungle!

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Bengals_Updates: Joe Burrow for the 2023 Media Day Photoshoot (IG Story from @.yourinstagram)

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username1: THAT’S MY QUARTERBACK

username2: hot boy with a headband alert 🤤

username3: this man is SO FINE!

username4: I’M ON MY KNEES FOR HIM!

username5: joe burrow should be banned from our society… look at all of these honey comments 😳

liked by yourinstagram and 420,013 more users

joeyb_9: Year 4 🏈 📷: @.yourinstagram

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Bengals: 🔥🔥🔥

username1: delete this!!!! my WIFE follows you on IG!

username2: mahomes wanna-be!!!!!!!!!

↳ username3: football fans trying to gatekeep football players wearing headbands is a new low 😵‍💫

username4: YOU’RE THE REASON MY GIRLFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME! I HATE THE BENGALS!

yourinstagram: the Cincinnati Bengals’ QB giving photography credits?! i feel very honored!

↳ joeyb_9: as long as the outtake photos never see the light of day… you will get the photography credit!

liked by yourinstagram and 170,135 more users

NFL: Headband Joe 🫡

📷: @.photographyinstagram

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username1: 🤤🤤🤤

username2: i’ve never been so attracted to a white man until now 😵‍💫

username3: look at the next NFL MVP!

yourinstagram: the outtakes from the photoshoot will be posted online one day… trust me on that!

↳ joeyb_9: umm… NOT on my watch!

username4: REVENGE TOUR IS HAPPENING SOON!

username5: answer the dms @.joeyb_9

username6: the NFL is a Joe Burrow DICK-RIDER!

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yourinstagram: the perfect first date outfit 🕷️

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yourbrother: i find out you’re going on first date from an Instagram Post?

username1: so you’re the photographer who did the Mediw Day photoshoot 👀

↳ username2: imagine if she’s going on a date with one of the football players that she photographed!

yourbestfriend: a first date… with WHO?

↳ yourinstagram: 🐅

username3: modeling should’ve been your career instead of being a professional photographer… you’re too pretty to always be behind the camera.

joeyb_9: i wonder who you’re getting dressed up for?

↳ yourinstagram: i wonder who too 😊

for some reason, it feels like it’s been a long time since i’ve published an Instagram AU… but it’s only been over a week.

if you have an Instagram AU request, please send the request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the requested Instagram AU published as soon as i can

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

[punkeropercyjackson]

Spiderverse characters' Pjo counterparts

Miles:Nico.Beyond optimistic softboy who's also a huge nerd with a fast food fixation,a black color scheme,a little shit,gets treated as an 'Anomaly' despite being perfectly normal by his society's standards and a lot better than he gives himself credit for

Gwen:Hazel.Pastel ray of sunshine trans ghost girl with a dead mom,an abusive corrupted dad,her own impressive street cred pre-story start and a total mean side in a good way and is hiding so many horrors both her own and other peoples for everyone's 'own good'(got gaslight by adults)

Hobie:Percy.Punk Team Dad who's femme in a way that comes across as masc to normies,hates restrainment,huge asshole yet not mean,vibing yet always on high alert and he's only not a role model if you weren't a troubled but good kid and just a bookworm.Cool dudes

Margo:Rachel.Totally ordinary girl in the sense she's relatable in personality to autistic fems who never realized they're autistic despite obvious symptoms due to boyification of autism,spunky girl geek,unique powers in the set and hated over ship desperacity by the hoeless

Pavitr:Leo.Silly goofy sunshine that likes causing problems on purpose and is really smart despite the unserious exterior and can't help but go crazy over pretty girls.Also masc pretty boy swag

Jessica and Rio:Sally fusion.Rio has the same place in the narrative she does by being the mc's angelic yet so human mom he's a mama's boy to and Jessica is her rebellious streak and tragic background connected to the lore

Peter B and Miguel:Apollo and Poseidon but like,the fanon version of them people think is canon due to low standards in men.Demoted to loser ex-worshipped oldhead(affectionate)who's buds with the kids but knows how to act and damaged dilf who's got good intentions but dosen't quite have the right exceution

Mayday:Sequel baby daughter played for cuteness and arc completion with inhereted powers but in her case it actually makes sense to have them

[danganronpa-headcanons-imagines]

I love Kiyotaka Ishimaru so please tell me if you have some headcanons about my boy ! It can be any type, i just like to talk about my boy ☺️

Thank you in advance

I am ALWAYS ready to talk about our boi Taka!! He deserves the WORLD

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Kiyotaka Ishimaru Headcanons

Kityotaka is known for being a total hardass. And he is. But when he isn't on the job or on high alert, he (surprisingly) can be pretty chill

When he relaxes he likes to either do absolutely nothing or absolutely everything. He is either sipping tea reading a book in dim light, or getting way too invested in Monopoly and crying to play the shoe

Even when he is totally chill, his voice is still booming and loud. He has a hard time controlling his volume and gets shocked when people tell him he's yelling cough cough autism

I know it's shocking, but he has a bit of trouble making friends. But if you endure his... eccentric qualities, he is a bro for life. I'm talking ride or die

100% the person to call out people who wrong him or his friends with no shame or hesitation

"He asked for NO PICKLES, this is UNNACCEPTABLE behavior for your establishment!"

Yes... he has asked for a manager a couple of times. But not to insult them, he intends to give advice and teach them ways to be better workers! (This has lead to him being escorted out a multitude of times)

We've all played Danganronpa, we know he's jacked. He may be a scholar at heart, but he never forgets to have gym time everyday. Kiyotaka leads a healthy lifestyle, and that includes healthy food and exercise

Personally does NOT like deep fried food. It makes him feel sluggish and tired, which you can't be if you're gonna be a role model!

His favorite food are vegetables, hands down. Something about the crunch of a celery stick or the flavor of a stewed carrot is absolute heaven. This man will eat a raw tomato like an apple

This man has a strict bedtime. By 9pm he is out like a light. If you want him to stay up longer you need to get him super drunk and high energy, or this man will conk out on your kitchen floor

Owns a dog that he's had since he was a child. It's his best friend and they've done pretty much everything together. It's really the only being that can keep up with Kiyotaka's energy

An absolute MONSTER at karaoke. Regular songs he's okay at, but Ishimaru absolutely ROCKS at power ballads

Definitely has a skincare routine, this man's skin is silky smooth. And added onto it is precise eyebrow care and grooming

We can joke and everything, but I genuinely headcanon Ishimaru as autistic (he just like me fr). He is aware and not ashamed of it, but often tends to over-apologize to people for his behavior and quirks

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Hope these are enough headcanons lol! I kinda kept writing and had to stop myself

[sweetsmellosuccess]

Review: Challengers

Dir. Luca Guadagnino

What if you have a love triangle in which each of the three points represents someone who’s pretty awful? Put it another way: How are you meant to root for anyone in a movie if they all seem equally  —  if in their own ways  — regrettable? 

The answer, as explored in Luca Guadagnino’s tennis-based love drama, seems to question the very idea of rooting for someone at all in such a situation. This is a confounding idea for a movie that is ostensibly about sports, and make no mistake, there are a great number of long scenes of the characters playing tennis, with a great variety of POV shots (some from the players; some, more jarringly, from the ball itself), and much discussion of said sport, and the strategies therein. 

Still, for all its concern with tennis  —  and the structure of the film follows along a championship match at a lesser ATP tournament between our two sparring lotharios  — Guadagnino, working from a screenplay by Justin Kuritzkes, isn’t so much concerned with the sporting outcome of a given match, but the emotional stakes it represents. 

It makes for an intriguing, if at times ham-handed, approach to the standard sports genre model of the game being the thing. Here, the game is just the backdrop for the emotional stakes it becomes imbued with over time. 

The film’s skeletal structure follows a championship game at a lesser ATP event in New Rochelle, NY,  between two men. When we first lay eyes on Patrick (Josh O’Connor), he seems like the scrappy underdog to the far more fluid and accomplished Art (Mike Faist). As they play, both men seem preoccupied with one of the spectators, the stunning Tashi (Zendaya), sitting dead in the middle (symbolism alert!), watching both players with rapt attention. 

As the game progresses, we get a series of flashbacks, some from a couple of weeks back  —  Art, a perennial grand champion and megastar, having to come back from injury and general ennui, gets talked into playing this event by his coach/wife Tashi  —  some from as far as 13 years ago  — Art and Patrick, long best friends at the all-encompassing tennis academy they both attend, meet Tashi at a party in her honor, as one of the best young players in the world, and both fall madly in love with her. 

Eventually, through these series of flashbacks we get the gist of the stakes at this particular championship match: Tahsi started out dating flashy Patrick, who turned pro rather than attend Stanford, along with the other two; but their falling out, especially after Tashi suffers a career-ending knee injury, left her available for the more reserved, dependable Art, whom she eventually marries. 

The couple then cut Patrick entirely out of their lives. As Art ascends to the peak of tennis royalty, Patrick descends into playing for peanuts on qualifying tour gigs, hooking up with women in different cities more or less as a way of not having to sleep in his car. 

However, Patrick’s more brazen allure (as a successful doubles pairing, the boys were known as “Fire and Ice,” and while it’s never clearly specified who was who, it become increasingly clear as the film progresses) never quite stops for Tashi, who vacillates between cheating on Art with Patrick, and wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. 

If that weren’t betrayal enough, she also meets with Patrick, a player her husband has never beaten on the court, the night before the championship match, to convince him to throw the match so that Art can win and build up his confidence heading into majors season. The price, as you might expect, is once again sleeping with him, a cruel outcome for the unsuspecting Art. 

To the film’s credit, the characters are far more slippery than the standard sports tropes might expect: Patrick, for all his seeming down-on-his-luck underdog position, actually comes from an exceedingly wealthy family. As Tashi points out to him forcefully towards the film’s end, after Patrick has asked her to drop Art as a client and become his coach, all of his poor penniless affect is actually just an act. Tashi, for her part, comes across as supremely confident and assertive, but clearly has a lot of not fully explored contradiction to her. She might bark orders at her dutiful husband, but it’s also clear her sense of boundaries are blurred to the point of being unrecognizable. 

Art, meanwhile, as docile and reserved as he seems (in befitting a tour champion of his caliber at a less glamorous event such as this, doesn’t actually say a word for the first 15 or so minutes of the movie), has already decided he’s done playing professionally after this current year, and tells Tashi so  —  a move Patrick has already predicted to her. 

What Guadagnino is also after, more in keeping with the director of the exçellent Call Me By Your Name, is the not-so secret love affair between the pair of boys. In an early scene, after first meeting Tashi and convincing her, somehow, to come to their hotel room for an after-hours celebration, she begins kissing both of them before discreetly pulling back and allowing them to passionately kiss one another for several long seconds before they realize she’s no longer between them. Less subtly still, Guadagnino references phallic imagery between the boys  —  think bananas, and churros, they gleefully tear into in front of one another  —  as a way of advancing the idea of their unverbalized love. 

Their battle of one upmanship becomes more about unrealized adoration of one another, a fact Tashi (who already sees a tennis match as a “relationship” between the combatants) seems all too keenly aware of, throughout their lives interwoven together. It is an interesting way to display the character’s wants and desires  —  almost everyone wants something they don’t actually get: Tashi wants a dominating pro career; Patrick wants to be reconciled with his friends; Art wants Tashi’s love and devotion  — and to stack all of these unfettered desires on the scope of a minor ATP event yields some interesting bits. 

Still, it’s a tricky thing to have an audience invest in characters who are ostensibly either so selfishly minded, or egregiously unaware of their own desires, that they too often act like pariahs. In harmony with the film’s title, we as an audience are tasked with caring about these often loathsome characters without much of an emotional anchor. For all the film’s playfulness with time and structure, it really boils down to a threesome of people who probably would have been better off had they not met at all.

[ashimetsu]

Trey's Party 【Reader x Trey Clover】 -chapter 1

: ̗̀➛ It's Trey's birthday! You and the Heartslabyul crew decide to throw him a surprise party. Riddle sends you off to pick up some extra supplies, when you run into the birthday boy himself. : ̗̀➛ Fluff/crack, Y/n gets flustered over Trey's Beautiful Bodyᵀᴹ, Trey's a little shit, some parts a little suggestive, reader can be read as gn in this chapter, however is fem in future chapters : ̗̀➛ 3.1k words : ̗̀➛ [a/n]: who doesnt love a trey birthday fic in *checks watch* march! was just Thinking About Him.. this got a lot longer than i intended it to be oops. i still have some ideas for this tho.. (chapter 2 later?!?!?) edit: there's a chapter 2 now lol : ̗̀➛ (chapter 1), chapter 2, chapter 3

"Streamers, tablecloths, partyhats... I think that should be everything."

You check off the list Riddle entrusted with you. Deuce severely underestimated how many materials you all needed for Trey's birthday party, leaving you to pick up what was missing. Typical, but you didn't mind the extra steps, and those boys can be a tad overwhelming. Some fresh air and a walk to Sam's shop is what you needed to clear your head.

"Thaaaaank you! Come again, my little imp!" Sam's voice booms as you wave out the door, arms full of various party supplies. You didn't think to bring a bag, nor did Riddle give you one. As you send Sam your goodbyes, a firm wall knocks straight into your chest, sending you and all your perfectly balanced supplies flying across the sidewalk.

"Shoot, prefect, didn't see you there," a voice calls from above.

You look up from the wreckage of the fall, a large shadow casting over your face. A tall, broad figure stands above you, hand outstretched to help you up.

"Trey?" you grab his hand as he pulls you up.

"Didn't see you there prefect," he eyes your possessions strewn about, "looks like you need a hand." He begins to pick up your fallen supplies.

"S-sorry, I guess I should look at where I'm going," you stammer, scrambling to pick up the party items. Oh. Party items. For Trey's party. A party he doesn't know about.

"Heh, no problem. You've got plenty of stuff here, throwing a party or something?" he questions, throwing you his signature smirk.

It's his birthday, can't he piece two and two together? Or is he playing some mind game with you, trying to make you slip up and admitting to throwing him a birthday party? If you soiled the surprise, you wouldn't hear the end of it from Ace and the others...

"N-no, no no. Nothing like that. Just uh, helping Cater out," you fib off the top of your head. "For his photo shoot."

"Oh? First I've heard of a photo shoot for Cater."

"Um.. yeah. Pretty under the covers. Best not to tell anyone."

"...right." Trey is still giving you a strange look. Seems like you haven't convinced him yet.

"Bikini photo shoot," you blurt out "Cater's doing a bikini photo shoot."

Trey stops midway picking up a package of streamers. Silence lays heavy upon you two after you dropped that bomb of information on him. After a moment, he finishes grabbing your fallen belongings and clears his throat.

"In October. Didn't know there was a market for male bikini models out of season."

"Yeah, me neither. You'd be surprised."

"Huh."

Silence again. Definitely not awkward or anything.

"Well I certainly don't want to interrupt Cater, or get wrapped up in his shenanigans, for that matter," he starts, "but you've got way too much stuff to carry to Heartslabyul on your own. Curiosity has got me by the tail, so I'll head back with you."

Shit. Trey's gonna come back with you and there's no convincing him otherwise. Did the bikini photo shoot lie work...? If you're bringing him back, then you have to alert the others.

"Oh, one second Trey. I think I left my wallet inside," you lied.

He nods and you make your escape back into Sam's. Quickly, you whip out your phone and open the "TREY CLOVER SECRET PARTY SURPRISE!!!!!🎊🥳👯‍♀️" Magicam group chat. Very subtle name choice, Cater.

Y/n: Bad news guys

Y/n: Just ran into Trey outside of sam's shop (literally) and now he's coming with me to heartslabyul

Y/n: And I might have told him that we're planning a bikini photo shoot for Cater

Ace: what.

Y/n: I ran away for a second but I'm gonna start walking back soon

Y/n: Get Cater in a bikini ASAP

Cater: wtf

Ace: ur our of ur mind if u think im wearing that crap

Cater: i mean no biggie prefect but this is supposed to be treys bday party 😭😭

Riddle: Ugh, looks like we have no choice. Trey's coming prematurely and he's expecting a bikini photo shoot. What a disaster.

Cater: wait wait guys i have an idea

Cater: prefect just keep doin what ur doin and bring trey here 😈

Y/n: Don't trust that idea

Y/n: Whatever I'm omw

You slip your phone back in your pocket and head back outside to meet Trey. You're a little nervous to see what Cater has planned, but you have no choice but to trust him and bring the victim to Heartslabyul. Trey grins at you and has mostly everything tucked under his arms, save for a package of balloons left on the cobblestone.

"Sorry I couldn't get everything," he laughs sheepishly, as if he wasn't totally showing off his ripped stature. Are you blushing? Butterflies creep up your throat as you stare at his toned arms, exposed after he rolled up his sleeves. A bead of sweat rolls down his sharp jawline, leaving a slight sheen on his face. You're drawn to how hes carefully holding your supplies, being sure nothing is crushed. What would it be like to be a partyhat, snug in Trey's muscular arms, protected, held. It dawns on you that you get to walk the whole way back to Heartslabyul with him. Just you and him. Alone. The more you think about him the hotter your face gets. This could be a problem.

"Prefect? You ready to head out?" Trey's question snaps you out of your daydream as you face the mission at hand. Right. Secure Trey and safely escort him to Heartslabyul. Should be no issue, right?

"Oh, yeah," you stumble on your words as you attempt to regain your focus. A chilly gust blows through, giving you the shivers "I'd really like to be out of cold." Although the temperature was low, your face still felt hot from embarrassment and ogling Trey's body. You pray that the walk to the Hall of Mirrors goes by quickly, you don't know how much longer you can be in his presence without imploding from sheer embarrassment. The thought of you smacking directly into Trey and making a mess of all your equipment is playing on loop in your head, making you want to run away and hide in shame. Not only that, but trying to make up an excuse for his birthday party. A bikini photo shoot? Seriously? You curse yourself for not being able to think of something more believable. However, you're glad Trey is one of the few genuinely nice people on campus. Had it been anyone else... things could've been pretty sour. You heave a sigh after thinking so hard. This birthday party better end up being good for all the trouble you've gone through so far.

"Are you feeling okay? You seem out of focus" Trey says, snapping you out of thought for the second time today.

"I'm fine, really. Just a little chilly from the wind, that's all." You curse at yourself for not bringing a jacket, but you also weren't planning on being outside this long.

Trey halts and sets your things down. You pause and look at him, wondering what's gotten into his head. He pulls his white jacket and vest off and hands it to you, leaving him in a plain white tee.

"Take it. You might catch a cold without it." He grins while holding his jacket out to you. You can feel a warm blush creeping up your face.

"What? No Trey, if I take it, then you're going to catch a cold," you argue. "Plus, you've already helped me so much today, I can't take any more from you."

"Eh, I was getting warm anyways. Carrying all your stuff isn't an easy task, you know." He winks at you, causing your heart to run a marathon.

You see the opportunity and apprehensively take his jacket. Warm to the touch, even softer when it's covering your body. It's way too big on you, sleeves stretching much farther than your arms and the body drapes halfway down your thighs. Not only are you warm, but his scent lingers on his jacket, filling your nostrils. You've only gotten a few whiffs of Trey before, mostly while baking with him, but he smells incredible. It's sweet with a hint of pine, subtle, but not too subtle for you to not take notice. Wearing his everyday jacket feels like ecstasy, your body enveloped in a permanent Trey-hug. You hope he can't see the pink on your face, you surely must be blushing by now. You're wearing his jacket that he gave to you. That's a win in your book.

"Thanks, I feel much better," you smiled as you helped him pick up his load again. And you do feel much better, warm and protected by Trey's physical force field generated by the jacket. Nothing could rain on your parade now, unless...

"Did you feel that? I think we're forecasted for some rain today, and the clouds seem pretty da-"

Trey's sentence is cut off from a loud crack that echoes from above. Shit. Was it really supposed to rain today? You and Trey are about halfway to the Hall of Mirrors, maybe if you hurry, you can beat the rain.

Or not.

After the thunder echoes away, a drizzle begins to fall over campus. Great. Just what you two needed today, to be soaked in rain before Trey's birthday party. Rather, "Cater's bikini photo shoot". You and Trey begin to pick up the pace of walking when the drizzle turns into a downpour in an instant. Big drops of water soak both of you as you try and outrun the rain.

"C'mon prefect, inside before we're drenched!" Trey shouts as he grabs your arm and pulls you along. How he's managing to drag you along while carrying all your supplies is a mystery to you. You look at Trey as you're both running to safety and a twinge of guilt settles in your gut. This could have been avoided if you didn't clumsily run into him outside of Sam's shop. Then, he wouldn't have to carry all your stuff, get drenched in rain, and have his birthday party ruined by a stupid bikini photo shoot. Plus, your other Heartslabyul companions wouldn't have to scramble to change plans quick. How did you manage to turn his birthday into a total disaster?

You and Trey burst through the double doors of the Hall of Mirrors, huffing and puffing after running through the rain. You're both drenched from the sudden downpour. Even Trey's jacket, which kept you so warm only moments earlier, is completely soaked with rainwater. So much for enjoying the heat of Trey's-forever-hug. You look over at Trey and almost stop feeling bad for a moment. His white shirt is plastered to his chest, which is rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. You're hopeless to the view of seeing the outline of his muscles along with the wet sheen along his arms. Feeling like you're invading his body, you quickly break your stare and look at the ground, trying to hide the heat that once again crept up your face.

"I'm really sorry," you blurt out suddenly. "If I didn't run into you and make you carry all my stuff to Heartslabyul, you wouldn't be in this mess right now. You'd even have your jacket to protect you from the rain too. All this wasn't even for anything important, just a stupid photo-"

"Say, can you do me a favor?" Trey interrupts you, and you look up at him in surprise. As if he hasn't given you enough already, his black glasses are outstretched to you in his hand.

"Your shirt is still dry right? Mind if I borrow it to clean these up? I'm totally soaked."

"Y-yeah that's fine," you stammer, surprised that he interrupted you for something like this. You reach for his glasses, but he takes a step closer to you instead. He grabs the hem of your dry undershirt and uses it dry the droplets off his lenses. It almost feels intimate with how close you are, breathing in his space. If you weren't already encased by the scent of his jacket, you would definitely be able to smell him now with how close he's gotten.

"I'm not blaming you for this little encounter with the rain, you know," he says quietly enough that only you can hear. "I offered to help you, knowing it was going to rain. I wanted to make sure you got to your destination safely."

Your face heats up for the umpteenth time, and you have nowhere to hide it this time with Trey looking directly at you.

"Plus," he continues, his face getting closer to your ear, "it's cute seeing you get flustered over everything I do."

Oh. So he has noticed every time you've gotten embarrassed during the past hour. Wonderful.

"Trey, enough with it," you whisper back.

He takes a step back and puts his glasses back on, making you wish he would've just stayed close to you.

"Alright alright, I'll quit teasing you. I thought I'd indulge myself for today," he says with his usual sheepishness.

If you knew he liked teasing you so much, maybe you would have avoided him for today if you had the choice. You feel your phone buzz and see a message from the Magicam group chat.

Ace: whats ur eta? i think we're just about wrapped up here

Ace: please tell me u didnt blow it again and change the story again

"One second Trey, Ace is messaging me."

"What a buzzkill."

Y/n: We just made it to the hall of mirrors, be there soon

Y/n: This party better be worth it

Deuce: You and me both, prefect

"You ready to head in?" you ask Trey after putting your phone away. You still have a mission to accomplish!

"Yeah, let's go. My arms will finally have a rest once we're inside," he quips back.

"You said you'd quit teasing me."

"My bad."

You and Trey make your way into the dorm, uneasy with what you're about to see. Did they really prep for a photo shoot? Or did they just stick with a half-assed birthday party with only half the supplies? As you both open the doors to the foyer, your jaws hit the floor.

Cater's body is out for display on the dorm couch, garbed only with a bright red speedo. His hair is in his usual style, a half-up pony, but now donned with sparkly red sunglasses atop his head. A glob of white sunscreen is stuck on his nose, imitating a cartoon lifeguard. He's holding a large beach ball with one arm, his phone in the other. On either side, Ace and Deuce are dressed similarly with swimshorts instead of speedos and plain black sunglasses over their eyes. Both of them look unimpressed while fanning Cater with cheap decorative fans, presumably leftover from New Years. Riddle stands behind a tripod with a camera mounted to it. A ring light is placed in front of the tripod, lighting up Cater's face with a perfect warm glow. Most of the equipment probably belonged to Cater, seeing that he uses it for Magicam posts. You didn't expect there to be an actual setup, neither did Trey by the look on his face.

"Oh hey Trey," Cater speaks up, "grab a fan."

"My god Y/n, I thought you were joking." Trey deadpans.

"I thought I was too..."

"I don't joke about showbiz, Trey." Cater looks deadly serious.

A beat.

Another.

Who's going to speak up first?

"...kidding! C'mon you two, we're just messing around! Happy b-day Trey-Trey!" Cater pipes up after a moment of awkward silence, "also, did you guys swim through a river to get here? You're both absolutely soaked."

"Really? I didn't notice anything coming in," you deadpan back, "did you see any rain, Trey?"

"Hmm, not that I saw. I mean, we were walking together after all."

"Okay you two, no need for the 'tude," Cater replies.

"I think I can have some 'tude' after going through a downpour for, what's this, a bikini party? Nice birthday party, guys." Trey's glare burns holes into Cater's perfectly lit face.

"It was prefect's idea," Ace blurts out before Trey can unleash his disapproval. You shoot a look in Ace's direction and he smirks in response.

"Oh? So you didn't like it when I was teasing you, but the idea of a bikini photo shoot was fine by you?" He nudged your arm, feigning anger. His wink was the cherry on top. You were sick of his winking.

"I only said that to keep the surprise birthday part a secret! Give me a break guys," you groan.

"Can we put our clothes back on now?" Deuce interjects, "Trey knows the truth, I think we can get on with the actual birthday party."

"I agree. This running joke has gone on long enough. Sorry Trey if this had made you upset, we'll do our best to make it up to you," Riddle says with a sigh.

"No worries guys, I guess I can't be too upset if prefect came up with the idea and Riddle approved of it," Trey replies, scratching the back of his head. "Besides, I think we're gonna need a change of clothes too." You almost forgot that you and Trey were soaked in rainwater.

Ace grumbles some "about time" and leaves to change, Deuce, Cater, and Riddle following suit.

"B-t-dubs, Trey, we set up the real party in the kitchen, but prefect will have to help you put the rest of it together! GL!" he says with a wave before exiting to his room to put some proper clothes on, leaving you and Trey alone in the foyer.

"Some surprise huh? I sure hope the rest of the party is somewhat normal,"

"Ugh, I'm just ready to be in some warm clothes and eat some good food..." you mumble.

You suddenly realize that you are in Heartslabyul, not Ramshackle. You don't have a spare set of warm, dry, clothes here. Trey must have noticed your error, or saw the expression on your face as you realized.

"Don't worry, I think I still have some old clothes you can wear, or I can ask Riddle. He might be more your size."

"That'd be great."

"And hey, you could return them at the end of the night," he snakes his arm around your waist and brings you closer, "as an apology gift, for screwing up my birthday party, no?"

You can practically hear his smug look as he tells you everything you need to know about his "plans" with you after the party. Happy birthday to you, Trey.

[eggtartz]

Can you write Mikey x yn who isn't the Barbie girl type who lives in a castle if you know what I mean?!? Like she wears baggy clothes and also cool stuffs. She was cool ,smart and straightforward. But one she will hear Mikey and his friends talking about some other girl on insta or whatever that how pretty they're and would talk about their body and stuffs and yn will feel insecure a bit?!?

Sorry if it's too long

a/n : thank you for requesting this anon 🫶🏻

: a lot of talks about insecurities, mentions of scars, this is basically self inserted, angst with comfort

masterlist

you were never someone who put in efforts to look good not because you didn't wanted to but you think that it's rather difficult and it needs lots of efforts. you admired people that could do consistent skincare, do their makeup flawlessly and have a good sense in fashion. thinking that it requires lots of effort to do all those, you just ignored them and did nothing, comfortable in your own skin who's wearing baggy clothes everywhere you go except if there's was a really important event then you'll dress up a bit and try to do some makeup (though it ended in a disaster)

one more reason you feel comfortable in your skin is because your own boyfriend, mikey said he doesn't mind and that you're pretty in his eyes. that was until one day when the toman members hang out in your shared apartment, insecurities seeped in.

"look at this model! she's so pretty.."

"yeah look at her skin, it looks so soft and smooth"

"yeah, she's really pretty isn't she?"

"who's this model again mitsuya? don't you wanna introduce us to her?"

"she pretty.." mikey said while extending his neck to gawk at the instagram account in hakkai's phone. you were doing some snacks in the kitchen, busy and unaware of your boyfriend that was gawking at someone prettier than you. "she doesn't have any scars, she's really pretty. what's her instagram again?" mikey said again while taking out his phone and opening the app.

you've heard that though, the words that mikey choose made you glance at your thigh where you had a scar from fighting during the bloody halloween. was it ugly? but mikey always said that the scar isn't ugly but he never said it was pretty either. your hands that were holding the snacks were trembling and your breath started to quicken.

am i not pretty? is this scar ugly?

your thoughts were snapped when you heard the fridge being slammed shut and you saw draken. draken eyed you and titled his head. "you heard that didn't you?" he asked with a low voice, careful not to alert the others who were happily laughing in the living room.

"y-yes" draken gave you a sympathetic look while you wiped the tears you had with your hoodie that was too big for your own size. draken tsked "mikey's a dumbass, i'll tell him to-"

"no wait! it's fine draken, i think it's just me. huh, look at me, i don't even bother to dress myself a bit even you guys came to visit. it's okay, mikey must have been bored looking at this, this bland person that doesn't have anything special at all. i think if i dress up i'll be prettier than usual and mikey would be happy don't you think?"

draken shooked his head because you were saying those words so easily, like it wasn't hurting yourself, like the tears in your eyes were not there. draken wouldn't want this to happen, you were one of his best friends after all. draken can see how you don't dress up much, growing up with boys and deliquents, rarely wearing a skirt. draken wouldn't want any harm on you, but you were now harming yourself.

"oi kenchin could you grab the snacks y/n just made? i think she's gaming again!" mikey yelled from the living room, you lended the snacks to draken and he passed by. the members were unaware of your presence were laughing away while you were in the bathroom hugging your knees while you cried.

mikey said he's gonna stay over at pahchin's house so you took the opportunity to rummage through your closet to look for something pretty however everytime you wore them, your scars were appealing and it made you felt so, so ugly. you didn't have up, wearing every clothes just for it show your scar again. not to mention, you had body rolls too. it was ugly to you.

each time, you told yourself not to cry but at the end you ended up sobbing on the bed while wearing a short skirt. nothing suited you. nothing could make you look pretty. hiccuping, you took out some makeup supplies you had bought long ago. you tried to apply them but unfortunately the makeup just looked clump on your face and now you looked similar to a clown.

yeah, a clown. because i would never be pretty enough. no matter how much i try, i would just be the same old ugly me.

tears that were streaming down were staining the thick mascara you applied. your eyes were red and puffy and you couldn't even look yourself in the mirror anymore. so you did what you did best. you threw the mirror across the room, shattering the glass on the floor. mikey won't be back until morning so you thought you'll just clean it up later.

"what the hell?! y/n, y/n baby are you okay?! what happened? y/n?"

mikey's heart dropped when he heard the sound of glass shattering, draken was right. he shouldn't have said that.

"now, what would you feel if i did the same thing with emma? it would sting wouldn't it? go home mikey, she's alone and sad. god knows what she'll do"

so he took his motorcycle and ride through the traffic, draken's words behind his head. he doesn't even noticed that his words were said, they just slipped. that wasn't an excuse, now he needs to find you and asks for forgiveness first. although he might not be granted one.

"mikey? oh, im sorry about the mirror, it's just- don't worry! i'll buy a new one tomorrow and i'll clean up! why are you here mikey? shouldn't you be with the others?"

"is that makeup y/n?"

"oh this? oh uh, no it's just im just curious! well, i wanted to look pretty too but it's ruined now"

mikey's knees buckled and he fell on the floor with glass on them. your eyes widened and you ran towards him. mikey hugged you traced your scarred thigh. "you're the prettiest person i know y/n. i should've said that earlier but-"

"no, mikey im not pretty-"

"stop saying that y/n. this scar? beautiful, it's like a symbol of the early days you were with me, of how long we've been together. these eyes of yours? magnificent. so pretty i get so lost in them. you don't need makeup to be pretty baby, the makeup is supposed to enhance your beauty. im so sorry i said those words, i can't believe i did that to you. to the love of my life"

"it's just, i know im not pretty mikey but i can be pretty. i just need time to be pretty okay they said these scars aren't permanent and-"

"y/n stop it!" mikey's hand slammed on the floor, now the hand bleeding. you were crying but mikey was holding his tears back, he felt so guilty making you feel like this but this isn't about him. it's about you.

"please listen to me, you don't need hide your scars from me please. im truly sorry, i don't want those models and anyone else. it's you that i want. you're the only one that i love y/n, your beauty can't be described to me. you're so pretty y/n. prettier than anyone"

"look at me y/n" he hooked his finger under your chin. he took the scattered clothes on the bed nearby and wiped your face with makeup on it.

after the makeup was removed a bit, he hold your face in his hands and whispered "beautiful"

you hugged him again, sobbing in his chest and dozed off on his chest. mikey lifted you bridal style to sleep on the couch, you had an exhausting day and your boyfriend is happier than ever to fix it.

author's note : hi if you're reading this and have the same insecurity im going to tell you that you're really really beautiful okay? i want you to appreciate yourself as and not bring yourself down. some advices because no one adviced me, if you want to start on makeup but you feel like your lacking in it start with your skincare first. invest in some skincare because its worth it. don't judge yourself too much and trust the process. your author here is rooting for you and loves you very much

[i0veless]

EYE CONTACT :: PHIL FODEN

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes, a little eye contact is all you need to catch the feels ]  𖥻 PAIRING ー [ phil foden x fem! model! reader ]   𖥻 GENRE ー [ love at first sight, fluff, suggestive content ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 0.4k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, partying - let me know if i missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by @liquorsmooth "please a fic where the reader and phil foden meet for the first time at a party of a few friends that they have in common, and where they automatically feel a really strong attraction to each other so they keep eye contact all the time (and then happens whatever you’d like to!)" thank you for the idea I really enjoyed writing for foden, and sorry that this is so short recently I have been falling into a creative slump and I need something short and sweet to pull me out of It, but hope you enjoy anyway ]

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The air smelt of drugs, alcohol and sex. Three things that everyone in that room was familiar with, even Y/N. Though some may have deemed it immoral and reckless, others would have blamed it on the lifestyle. But the enticing idea of free alcohol and an escape from your problems made A-lister party a go-to hub to forget life's woes. People that attended had the media on high alert ready to cover the next scandalous piece of news, but even that wouldn't stop them from drinking the night away. And here she was, sitting in a booth with all her friends at a high-end club with one purpose. To get as drunk as humanly possible and have a pile of regrets higher than Everest by morning.

Four drinks in the model felt like she could take on the world. She wasn't wasted. Yet. But she sure as hell wasn't sober, which was probably why she took such an interest in him: buzzed hair and shirtless - a diamond in the rough. Now if she were straight-headed, Y/N would have never even dreamed of hitting on someone wearing Adidas shorts to a club. But thankfully for the mystery man, she was slightly out of it and needed a quick fix.

Admiring him from afar was her favourite activity of the night, as she tried to unpick who he was based on the clues he gave. He was fit - a model? Maybe, Footballer? Possibly. He was standing with a group of friends and one of her mutuals Jack Grealish at a pool table on the other side of the room, laughing and drinking the night away with everyone else.

But regardless of who he was. God, he looked good, pool stick in hand and a beer in the other. Y/N wouldn't mind waking up to his pretty face every morning, but she wasn't here for love. Just like he probably wasn't, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? Though it was a bit soon to be talking about love, they hadn't even made eye contact yet. So who knows what their story will be, lovers or strangers? That's left for the universe to decide.

They could be the next love story, or they could be two ships that cross in the night and never meet again. But enough with the romantics, Y/N thought as she ordered another drink. Completely oblivious that the mystery boy on the other side of the room had his heart set on her long before she even knew of his existence, he was going to make sure that they would do a lot more than have prolonged eye contact.