#I’m not complaining I love that they don’t even hide it. this show isn’t about that and I’m here for it
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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─ 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏
summary: where oscar has done everything in his power to make his feelings for you as obvious as possible, but you are simply quite clueless to the poor boy’s advances
pairing: oscar piastri x driver!reader
warning: fluff, oblivious reader
note: i wrote this in two hours and it's purely for fun. i did not bother thinking about how realistic this could be at all so it's a bit ridiculous i think
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sometimes, oscar just wants to run into a wall and knock himself out.
maybe that would shake his brain enough for it to formulate a plan for you to finally realize all the oh so awfully obvious hints he’s been dropping. he’s been so obvious that the entire world knows it; all the other drivers, mechanics from practically every team, reporters, fans. literally everybody has picked up on his pitiful attempts at catching your attention but you.
or maybe he needed to push you down a flight of stairs and knock you out for you to finally figure out that he likes you as more than friends. because at this point, it’s starting to get ridiculous. he’s been pursuing you since f3. in every ridiculous challenge with prema to every track walks and everything in between, he’s done everything possible to show you that he likes you, fancies you, absolutely besotted to the sound of your voice.
that never seems to discourage him though, if anything, it only makes him like you more. robert once joked that you’d put a spell on him and oscar can’t quite deny it if he’s being honest.
“y/n, wait up!” he called to you right before the driver’s parade, leaving lando behind him, who whispered a quick good luck to him.
hearing your name made you turn to him, an instant smile on your face that made oscar’s heart violently lurch forward. most of the time, you preferred to keep your hair in a tight ponytail, wanting all the little strands out of your face when you’re on track but this time, strands had fallen off the paintail, framing your face in such a perfect way that knocks the breath out of oscar’s lungs.
you’re perfect in his eyes all the time of course; even in the few times you’d pushed him off track, but there’s something so ethereal about you when your smile is for him.
charles, your teammate, and lewis whom you were previously talking to subtle stepped away from you in order to give the two of you a moment. charles throws oscar a small thumbs up with that maniacal smile of his whenever he’s fortunate enough to be able to watch oscar absolutely get crushed by y/n’s cluelessness every time he tries and drops a hint to his feelings.
“hey, osc,” you greet, easily falling into step with him.
“hey, how’s the down under treating you?” he asked, trying to act casually as he buried his hands in his pockets.
he winced at his own words. how’s the down under treating you? really?
at least you seem to find it amusing as you award him with a chuckle, hand instinctively wrapping around his arm the way girls do when they’re really comfortable with you and don’t want you to get lost in the crowd. you only ever do it to him (and he’s made sure to check) and it never fails to quite literally turn him to mush.
“you know i’ve adored it!” you gush. you love australia, this is no secret to everyone , so much so that you’ve joked about it being your second home race, to which oscar have always enthusiastically nodded in agreement to. “charles, alexandra and i went cafe hopping all around melbourne yesterday.”
oscar hummed, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in his face that you hadn’t asked him to accompany you like the few times in the past but he knows that you and charles’ girlfriend have formed a very close friendship. “is that so? i’m glad you had fun.”
you smile up at him. “how about you? i reckon it’s nice being back home, isn’t it?”
“absolutely. the family’s been asking about you, by the way.” he just wanted you to keep talking. you could talk his ears off for hours and oscar would never complain.
you face instantly light up at that. “i’ll make sure to drop by the mclaren garage later. i miss nicole.”
“she missed you too,” he says before clearing his throat. “so um, are you immediately flying out tomorrow?”
you shook your head. “no, i’m planning to stay for a couple more days.”
“oh good.” he thanked god his hands were buried in his pockets so you can’t see how much they’re shaking. “you’re free tomorrow then?”
you nod and he nods back at you awkwardly. “yeah.”
“oh good.” stop. stop. he already said that. “do you want to check out that restaurant we went to during f2 maybe?”
your face lights up again and your hand that’s holding on to his arm squeezes it ever so slightly in excitement. “oh absolutely. maybe i can bring charles and alex along and you can bring lando and logan.”
oscar wanted the ground to just swallow him up. he could probably shout i love you at you while staring directly into your eyes and you’d think he’s talking to someone behind you. one time in f2, he wrote all his feelings for you in a note and gave it to you only for you to hand it straight to robert without even glancing at it thinking he just wanted for you to pass it along. another time, he spent hours and hours trying to gather the courage to wrap his arm around your shoulder only for you to grinned up at him and wrap your arm around logan’s shoulder thinking he’d just wanted the three of you to huddle around. oscar is running out of ideas if he’s being honest.
“that sounds…fun, but i was hoping, maybe, it could just be — you know, the two of us. like old times,” he manages to let out.
“poor oscar,” lando says as he, charles, max and lewis watch your interaction.
“oscar should just kiss her already,” max said.
charles cackled at that, shaking his head. “she’d probably think it’s a friendly kiss.”
“maybe he just needs to shake her shoulder and scream im stupidly in love with you right on her face,” lewis joked as they kept watching the two of you.
oscar watched as you let go of his arm, leaning onto the railing for the parade. you seem to take your precious time twisting the cup of your water bottle open and torturing oscar at the way your throat constricted as you drank water before you turned back to him with a smile. “yeah, sure, osc. i’d love that.”
oscar returned back to the group of boys with a dopey smile on his face, high off of you as lando slapped him on the shoulder in a small congratulations.
charles couldn’t help but laugh at the look of the younger driver. “y/n’s broken him, i think.”
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logan tried to contain his amusement as his australian best friend fell on his hotel room’s couch with his face buried in his hands, groaning in frustration and looking red in the face. oscar wore a loose white button up with a dark pair of jeans. he’d even worn his nice shoes for the occasion, wanting to be as presentable as possible as he picked you up from your hotel room to see you in the prettiest sundress in the most beautiful shade of blue that contrasted perfectly with your skin.
the two of you ate and laughed and walked around with you holding on to his arm as oscar gathered the courage all night to tell you how he felt.
“and then what happened?” logan asked as oscar groaned, frustratedly running his hands through his hair.
“i told her i love her,” he muttered to himself and you smiled at him with that beautiful smile of yours.
“that’s great, osc!” logan tried to cheer him up, clapping him on the back as he remained hunched over the couch. “what did she say?”
that seems to be a sore spot as oscar only groaned louder, petulantly kicking his shoes off. he can’t quite fathom how such a perfect night turned to him crashing in his best mate’s room so he can vent.
“she said, and i quote ‘aw, osc. i love you too. you’re one of my best friends.’ and then i just about died on the spot.”
logan winced at that, his hand now rubbing on oscar’s shoulder in comfort. “well, maybe next time the wording should be ‘i’m in love with you’?”
but oscar only groaned again. “this is a lost cause. best friend? is that all i am?” oscar starts his rant. “am i just one the many best friends in her life? will we drift apart after we both retire? at this point, i’d count myself lucky if i ever get invited to her wedding. maybe if i want to push my luck, i could be the fucking godfather of her kids.”
and logan only winced again because he never even thought someone could be that clueless and oblivious.
—
“you look beautiful, y/n,” oscar tells you as he passes you by the media pen, ignoring the cameras and lando’s knowing grin.
“thanks, osc. you look quite handsome yourself.” a dust of pink covers your cheeks as you smile at him, hand reaching to squeeze his lightly as you pass him by, being led by your pr team.
for a moment, oscar freezes on the spot, unable to stop the way all his blood rushed to his cheeks and the smile that stretched across his lips.
“mate, pull yourself together,” lando teases, pushing oscar forward to get him out of what lando dubs as the ‘y/n l/n induced lovesick daze’.
a reporter who’d seen the entire interaction couldn’t help but laugh as she said; “y/n truly is quite a sight, isn’t she?”
oscar didn’t think his cheeks could get anymore red as he nodded. “she always has been the most beautiful girl.”
lando playfully rolled his eyes as he and oscar continued on. if he was being honest with himself, even he is getting tired with the constant pining between you and oscar. the boy could scream at the top of his lungs how in love he is with you and you’d still think it’s all platonic. this entire thing was getting a bit too pitiful for both of your friends to watch.
which is why charles and lando have taken it upon themselves to finally force you to see what’s right in front of you. oscar loved you too much to even think about putting you in any form of uncomfortable situation even if it comes at his own expense, thankfully for lando and charles, they don’t share the same sentiment and so the two got to planning.
it was simple enough really. lando grabbed oscar by his collar, dragging him all over the paddock towards the ferrari motorhome.
“lando,” oscar whined behind him. “what the fuck are you doing?”
“trust me, mate, this is for your own good,” said his teammate, ignoring all the cameras that had gathered around them, following along.
“can’t you at least let me walk on my own?” oscar complained again, hunched over as lando quite literally dragged him by his mclaren shirt’s collar.
lando shook his head. “nope. i legitimately cannot handle this not going the way it’s meant to again.”
in the distance, both mclaren boys heard you voice your complaints to charles as your teammate held you on the shoulder to keep you in place, a group of mechanics and engineers huddle around the two of you, watching in curiosity,
finally, lando let go of oscar, allowing him to stand properly as the younger boy threw a glare at him while fixing his shirt. then he found himself face to face with you, confusion all over your face as it finally dawned on him what this is all about.
“oscar?” you asked, looking between him and lando along with the group that had accumulated on their way to ferrari. “what are you all doing here?”
lando and charles folded their arms over their chest as charles motioned towards the two of you. “we figured the only way for you to finally get it is if there’s an audience.”
“get what?” you asked again and oscar, palms already sweating in front of you and looking as though he’d rather get struck by lightning awkwardly cleared his throat.
“well get on to it, oscar,” lando says though his accent makes oscar’s name sound like oscah and oscar almost wanted to punch him there and then.
again, oscar awkwardly cleared his throat as you finally face him. “y/n, i have to tell you something.”
you motioned for him to continue. “okay. what is it, osc?”
“i don’t know how else to tell you this without being upfront about it so—”
“what’s going on here?” and at the moment, fred vasseur stepped into the scene, confusion all over his face as he found practically half the paddock inside his motorhome, all of them crowding around you and oscar.
everyone groaned, charles threw his hands up in frustration and lando wanted to bang his head against the table. “fred, you’re my boss, but please stop talking.”
fred was just about to say something else when charles physically dragged him to his side to shut him up.
you turned back to oscar, encouraging him to keep talking even though you would have preferred more privacy.
“i like you a lot,” he finally blurts out. “ever since f3. no, way before that. ever since karting.”
you smile at him kindly. “i like you too, oscar. i told you, you’re one of my best friends—”
every one groaned, cutting you off and oscar shook his head.
“no, y/n. you don’t get it. i don’t just like you. i’m very much in love with you,” he emphasized, remembering logan’s words about wording it properly as he took her hand in his shaky ones. “like…i want to spend my life with you kind of in love with you.”
you eyes widened in surprise and a part of oscar had thought that maybe you were just in complete denial the entire time but he realized now that you truly, absolutely had no idea about his feelings. he doesn’t know which one is worse if he’s being honest with himself.
“well, why didn’t you tell me, osc?” you ask gently.
“love,” he starts softly, the nickname effortlessly rolling off his tongue. “i can’t count anymore how many times i’ve told you and how many times i’ve tried to tell you and how many times i tried to show you.”
“i never noticed.” for a moment, you seem completely dumbfounded and he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips at the adorable way your mouth parted in surprised. you’re adorable, beautiful, gorgeous and every other adjective even if you unintentionally made his life hell the past few years.
“that’s alright,” he reassures you.
you couldn’t help but smile shyly at him as you squeezed his hand. “well, if it makes a difference, i’m very much in love with you as well. like…i want to spend the rest of my life with you kind of in love.”
at that, he laughed again, pulling you towards him as your lips crashed together.
and everyone fucking cheered at that.
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omg I'm obsessed with your latest "don't fucking touch me" prompt. Would you continue it?
Hello! I know this is actually from earlier in the week than the one I answered a couple of days ago, but I was saving it because, while I don't exactly have a continuation, I do have a little stobin interlude I wanted to share
I'm still working on the "fix it" part of this idea, but at least in the meantime Steve gets a hug?
[Part 1]
It isn’t unusual for Steve to show up at Robin’s house well after any reasonable guest would come knocking. It isn’t unusual for him to do it by climbing the side of the house and knocking on her window (she hasn’t told him that her parents don’t really care anymore if he’s there in the middle of the night; she figures the physical activity counts as some kind of jock enrichment). Unfortunately, it isn’t even unusual for him to appear out of the dark because he’s upset.
What’s more unusual is the way he sits silently on her bed after she’s let him in, the way he’s almost folded in on himself, the way he won’t quite meet her eyes – as if there’s anything he can or even needs to hide from her.
What’s fucking unheard of is the way he starts crying when she pulls him into a hug, his face pressed to her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist like she might disappear if he doesn’t hold on.
Robin doesn’t even understand what’s happening at first; she can feel Steve shaking against her as she rubs a hand up and down his back, but when his shoulders start to heave like he’s having trouble drawing in breath, a cold bolt of uncertainty lances through her gut. She tries to pull him back to look at him, to see what’s wrong, but she only gets him far enough away to hear one very quiet sob before he’s hiding his face again and she realizes–
“Oh. Oh, shit– okay, this is happening. Okay.” Robin resolutely does not panic as Steve sobs into her shoulder, even though crying isn’t something Steve does (not that Robin’s ever seen, and she’s seen Steve through a lot); instead, she goes back to rubbing a hand up and down his back, bringing her other up to pet his hair, and tries her best to project literally any kind of comfort. “Okay, you’re okay – well, you’re obviously not okay, but I’ve got you. You can just let all this out and when you feel up to it you can tell me what’s wrong because you’re kind of freaking me out, but not until you’re ready, okay? I’ve got you.”
She feels maybe her success is mixed, but Steve doesn’t complain and he doesn’t seem to be made more upset, so she can’t be doing too badly.
All told, Steve’s breakdown is unsettlingly quiet. Robin tries not to think about why he can cry so silently, and instead focuses on finding the transition from actively sobbing to sniffling and trying to catch his breath. The next time she tries to pull him back, he lets her, still not quite meeting her eyes and automatically bringing a hand up to wipe at the tear tracks on his face.
Robin has seen Steve all manner of beaten and bloodied and bruised, but somehow, sitting here in her room, still half-curled into her space with his face blotchy and wet from crying, she thinks this might be the most upset she’s ever seen him. She can only imagine what’s happened to cause it – at least until she can get him to tell her.
“Get it all out?” Robin asks, as gently as she’s able (she’s never been great at gentle, but Steve’s used to her by now, she thinks he’ll get it).
Steve shrugs, but then gives a little nod.
“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do: I’m going to give you some tissues so you can clean yourself up, because I love you, but I’m not going to wipe your nose.” This gets a congested laugh from Steve, and Robin allows herself an answering smile. “Then I’m going to go downstairs and get you something to drink, and then you’re going to tell me what’s wrong, because I am this close to being seriously alarmed.”
“Sorry,” Steve says gruffly, ducking his head, moving to pull away.
“Nope, we don’t do sorry here, nothing to be sorry for,” Robin insists, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and keeping him close. “I just want to know what’s wrong, okay? I want to help. So here.” She shoves the box of tissues from her bedside table into Steve’s lap and gets up with one last squeeze to his shoulders. “I’ll be right back.”
Robin slips out of her room and sneaks down to the kitchen (her parents don’t really care about Steve’s late night visits, but they will be grumpy if she wakes them up), poking around quietly for some kind of suitable post-breakdown sustenance. She ends up with a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and a half-eaten package of Oreos from the pantry – the late night snack of champions, she decides.
Back up in her room, Steve has shucked his sneakers (no shoes on Robin’s bed, it’s a cardinal rule) and settled himself up against the pillows; his face is dry and his eyes aren’t as red, but the tiny smile he gives her when she passes over her spoils still makes him look just as sad as before. Still, Robin valiantly lets him get through half the bottle of Gatorade before she elbows him gently in the side, demanding answers.
“Right.” Steve caps the bottle and rolls it nervously between his hands, watching the highlighter fluid yellow slosh around inside. “So, uh. You know how I’ve been seeing Eddie?”
Robin’s heart sinks. “Oh, shit, did you two break up?”
“Actually, it turns out…” Steve clears his throat. “It turns out that there wasn’t anything to break up. Apparently, we’ve been friends with benefits this entire time and I’m just a delusional idiot who made up an entire relationship in my head. So there’s that.”
There is nothing Robin can think to say to that. There’s entirely too much to unpack, and none of it makes sense.
“What,” she finally manages, a little flat.
“Yeah, he said that, uh. I’m not the type of guy you have a relationship with, and that I’m hot, but I’m just a good friend, and we’re just having fun.” If Steve’s voice cracks on the last word, Robin doesn’t mention it.
In fact, she’s too busy being consumed by rage to really notice. “He said that to your face?” she demands.
Steve clears his throat. He won’t meet her eyes. “Not– not exactly.”
“Steve.”
“The guys were over, and I went out to get some air, and that’s… what I heard Eddie saying to them when I came back in,” Steve says. “So now they know how pathetic I am, too, which is. Great. That’s fucking great.”
The world goes still. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense. Robin reaches out and squeezes Steve’s wrist. “I’m going to have to leave for a few hours, okay?” she says. “I have to bike down to the trailer park and fucking kill Eddie.”
In a flash, Steve twists in Robin’s grip and grabs her by the wrist in turn. “Don’t leave,” he says quickly.
“No, he doesn’t– he doesn’t get away with this,” Robin hisses. “He doesn’t get to do this to you and not face consequences!”
“He wasn’t trying to– I mean– I was the one who–”
“Are you defending him right now?”
“No, I just– fuck.” Steve lets go of Robin and shoves both hands up into his hair, grabbing and pulling. “I already feel enough like some fucking – loser reject, okay? I don’t want to be alone right now. Please just… stay.”
The rage doesn’t abate (if anything, there’s probably more of it), but Robin’s priorities do rearrange, and she settles back on the bed next to Steve. “Fine,” she huffs. “Munson gets a stay of execution.”
She pushes the package of Oreos into Steve’s lap and orders him to finish the Gatorade. She doubts if he’s going to escape tonight without a migraine, but dehydration on top of stress will only make it worse.
They sit quietly for a while, munching on cookies, shoulder to shoulder on Robin’s bed, before Robin breaks into the silence.
“You’re not a loser, Steve. You’re my best friend, and you deserve to be loved, okay?” she says softly, reaching over to wrap her hand around his wrist again. “And one day it’s going to happen. I’m choosing to believe in love, too.”
For a long moment, Steve says nothing. When he finally does speak, his voice has gone a bit rough. “If you make me cry again, I’m dumping what’s left of the Gatorade over your head.”
Robin snorts, squeezing Steve’s wrist. “There’s that mean girl I know and love.”
Steve laughs, too, small but sincere, and Robin takes it as a win.
Part 3
#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#stranger things#solar wrote#answers from solar#anonymous#I hope this is okay!#as I said earlier this week; I would definitely like to continue that idea I'm just still kinda working out how...
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bookstore // bf!chris
summary: when you're having a shitty week, your bf, chris, takes you bookshopping for some retail therapy
The past week has been complete fucking hell, and the worst part, is that I don’t even know why.
It feels like the world has been against me in every way, piling the most ridiculous things on top of me like I’m laughing stock, being used for someone else’s entertainment.
It’s not fucking funny.
I have fully accepted defeat at this point, keeping myself secure in my room until it is deemed safe to leave.
My boyfriend, Chris, has been adamant on me going about my days like nothing is affecting me. As supportive as he is, and as much as I love him, I sometimes wish he would just let me wallow in peace and feel sorry for myself. That’s just not how he is though.
“There you areee,” he sings as he comes into my bedroom with a hand behind his back.
I peek up over the blankets swarming me, trying to look around him and see what he is hiding from me. “What’s that?”
He grins. “Get out of bed and I’ll show you.”
I groan and lay back down, pulling the blankets back up.
Chris lets out a sigh and says, “Fine… I guess I’ll just have to drink this iced brown sugar oat milk chai tea latte myself…”
Damn it.
“Wait.”
I can picture the smile on his face. “Yes?”
“Leave the drink,” I command.
He tsks. “Come to the living room and you can have it.”
He wins this time.
I pull myself out of the comfort of my bed and drag myself to the living room. He sets the drink down on the table and waits for me to retrieve it, and when I do, he says, “We’re getting you out of your bed today.”
“And how do you plan on achieving that?” I ask over the lid of my latte.
“By taking you to the bookstore.”
My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.
Chris hates going book shopping with me. While he often praises me for my interest, saying it’s adorable and that he can’t help but stare at me while my expressions change throughout the book I’m indulging in, he cannot stand going shopping with me. What turns into a basic trip to pick up one or two books turns into a three hour excursion with handfuls of books being carried out, and hundreds of dollars drained from my account.
“You’re kidding.” I know better than to take him seriously in this situation.
“The opposite,” he surprises me. “I don’t want to worry about how you’re feeling, so we’re going to do some retail therapy with books. Plus, I don’t know when you’ve eaten, so we’re gonna get some lunch too. My treat.”
My cheeks blush at the idea of Chris wanting to shower me in his love today. He loves taking me to get something to eat, spending his money on me whether it’s a $10 chick-fil-a meal or a fancy steak dinner. While some boyfriends send their partner money to get their nails done, mine sends me some every so often to treat me to books.
I always insist that he doesn’t need to, but Chris fights back every time, saying he has more money than he knows what to do with, and that I deserve to be spoiled, especially by him.
I used to fight him on it, but I know better than to do that now. It always ends in a stupid fight, and I know he is doing this out of love, so the last thing I want is to turn into something negative.
“Okay,” I give in, heading back to my room to change.
“I knew that would get you!”
–
Chris’ arms are full with books that I have accumulated since walking into the store. He sets them down every few minutes to stretch his arms and crack his knuckles, and I can tell he’s biting his tongue to keep from complaining.
He watches me and nods along as I explain every book that I look at. He seemed interested in the first few, but as the list grew, I can tell he’s forcing himself to pay attention.
Feeling guilty that he isn’t enjoying his time and he is sucking it up just for me, I say, “Okay, let’s get out of here soon so your arms don’t fall off.”
“Baby, it’s fine,” he assures me. “I’ll buy a bag if I have to. Keep doing your thing. I can go look at something else in the store that interests me while you shop, but don’t feel like you need to cut your time short for me. The whole reason we are here is to cheer you up.”
“I don’t want to spend all your money.”
“You aren’t,” he insists for the thousandth time. “And if you keep yourself from getting books because you feel bad, I’m going to come back and buy them for you anyway, so you may as well get them now.”
There’s no way around him.
Another 20 minutes passes, and at this point, my body is starting to give out, so I can’t imagine how Chris is feeling after lugging books around. “How many do you have?” I ask, looking back at my boyfriend who struggles to keep up as we head to the checkout line.
“Twelve,” he says, sighing as he sets them on the counter to be scanned. I add two more to the top of the pile. “This is insane, you know that right?”
“You were the one who said ‘I insist! My treat!’”
He rolls his eyes, laughing as he swipes his card. “Yeah, yeah.”
–
The rest of the day is spent with me organizing my bookshelves, scanning the backs of each book to decide what to read while Chris orders takeout. It only seemed right that we ate something at home since he continued to let me know how exhausted he was after shopping.
I practically inhaled my meal just so I could start reading one of my new books, sitting right next to Chris on the couch, who was still dissecting his food.
Every so often, I can feel Chris staring at me.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “You’re doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
He sets his plate down on the TV tray in front of him, then looks back at me. “I always know something good is happening in the book when you scrunch your nose. It’s cute.”
I cover my face with my book, now embarrassed at my outward reactions when I read, something I had no clue I even did.
“Noooooo, don’t hide,” he says, pulling the book down so he can see me again.
He moves to sit closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder as he stares down at the pages with me, placing soft kisses on my cheek every so often before letting himself become just as invested in the story as I do.
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Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they deal with their secret crush on the farmer
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BEHOOOOLD! I’m kind of back but I’m not because I have a job and feel tired most of the time. I still need to get used to adult life. Anyway, here are the bachelors and how they deal with having a fat crush on you, you cutesy farmer person covered in filth!
Contents might be a bit NSFW so MINORS…you know what not to do *fights them off with a stick*
Enjoy my brainrot 🍓🥰
Sam:
-Sammy is a cute little guy, almost like a dog wagging it’s tail when they see their owner.
-he is SO BAD at hiding it
-he will dream about you two jamming on a big stage together. In his ideal world, you two are a successful duo who make noise rock (kind of like the white stripes minus the weird siblings or married controversy)
-Sam will write songs about you. It’s not intentional per say, and he thinks he really sucks at writing love songs, but it just happens whenever he has to think about you. The words just start flowing.
-he might or might not have had some steamy shower fantasies about you…while in the shower. Jodie keeps complaining about the water bill being unusually high 👀
-yet, Sam is usually not too horny when he is in love with you. He is more gushy and daydreamy than anything
Sebastian:
-homeboy works with nightcore versions of love songs to cope with his longing
-he isn’t the type to show his feelings so openly, so no one really notices his crush on you. Maybe Sam, but well, he is Seb’s best bud. Of course he can tell
-He notices how his sleep has improved since having a crush on you. He willingly goes to bed earlier to have some time to imagine scenarios of you two
-just you and him together on his cool ass motorcycle, driving into the night and ending it with a passionate kiss (sounds familiar?)
-well,,, let’s just say Seb is increasingly horny since having a crush on you. Before, he was almost certain he is some sort of asexual, but nope 😃 he’s healthy and extremely down bad for the filthy farmer who eats raw fish out of the pond 🥰
-what I mean by horny? Uhhh… he didn’t really need to rely on certain websites to satisfy his needs, that’s for sure 👀
Harvey:
-Harvey is a good man. A very good man
-god bless his soul 😫
-Harv isn’t the type to have crushes easily…I can’t believe it either, considering his crush on Maru who is way younger than him 💀
-but in my head, he isn’t the type to be all lovey dovey over someone. That’s why he’s so bad at hiding it. But you don’t really notice. You just suspect it but it could also be his usual anxiety lol
-it happened anyway😎 and he doesn’t know how to cope. At all.
-he has to think about you at all times, especially when he looks at the empty jars of delicious pickles you’ve made him
-This man is usually collected, but now?! He forgets everything, can’t even form a comprehensible sentence at times when his mind is busy thinking about a romantic picknick date with a lovely farmer
-Harvey’s libido is pretty much a dead beat horse 💀 but now he even feels the desire to do some nasty nasty at times. It’s still pretty tame, he’s a gentleman through and through, but wild for him to have those feelings and longings after what feels like decades. He’s not mad at it. He has felt low-key dead inside for so long so this is very exciting and he’s eager to explore this side of him…despite being anxious 😭
Elliott:
-bet your ass he’s the prince of crushes
-he is very dedicated and welcomes those refreshing feelings with a kiss
-feeling better than usual AND having inspiration to write ?! SIGN HIM UP
-he will use every chance he can get to talk to you, maybe even get you drunk (in a non creepy way) because he likes when you’re unapologetically authentic and let loose. It makes him feel more in touch with your soul (or some shit idk I’m not a poet)
-Elliott is NOT SUBTLE
-you practically know from the start that he has the hots for you, but it’s kinda funny seeing him try to pretend it’s not that way…if you can even call that pretending not to be 😭
- his passion doesn’t end at his artistry. This guy will spend a lot of time in his shower thinking about what could be, or sitting at the docks at night just staring at the sea (he’s NOT doing anything nasty in public, peeps. Don’t get it twisted)
-I can also see him recreate a romantic bedroom date he’d love to have with you…but it’s just him 🤷🏼♀️ self care king 👑
Shane:
-like Harvey: HE CANNOT COPE!
-he hasn’t felt like this since high school. Every other encounter with potential partners was surface level and only based on sexual satisfaction
-so caring about you, thinking about what makes you happy and how he could be the reason you smile every day, that’s a lot for him
-as stupid as it sounds, he spirals and becomes low-key miserable over it. Give this man a 101 lesson on how to process emotions 😭
-despite the constant anxiety he feels, he low-key enjoys it. It’s kind of hopeless as well as pointless in his honest opinion, but there is this believe, that 0.00001% chance (in his mind) that he could turn his life around and be happy with you, married and maybe have a child of his own one day
-but that’s wishful thinking, riiiiiiight? So what does a self loathing piece of alcoholic man do instead of making a move? Yeah, self pleasure even more than usual, to get at least a bit of serotonin and the willpower to get his shit together, at least for you if it isn’t for him. He’s pretty rough with it too (ouch, unless you’re into that)
-sorry bros but him having a crush is not really all that cute. He’s my cutie pie, but let’s be real: him dealing with those feelings he tried to shut off for so long will be tragic in a way. He’s battling his inner demons here. So yeah… :(
Alex:
-my man, my maaaaan 🥰
-he has earned a soft spot in my heart, bless his soul
-so Alex has a crush on you from the start, it’s basically canon
-can he show his feelings? Yes! Can he do that in a way that can be read as the feelings he tries to get across to you? NO!
-low-key bullying is his love language 🥰
-at least in the beginning. He’s a bit anxious and fears he isn’t good enough for you, so he doesn’t try to be authentic. Being the jock jerk everyone expects him to be gets a reaction out of you and that’s better than nothing, right?
-he’s neither the poetic nor the intellectual type, so he doesn’t process his emotions by writing them down or putting them into words. Just imagine him going about his work-out routine, just thinking about your beautiful smile and rocking bod while sweating like a hog
-Alex and quiet ? Yes that’s possible. I imagine him to go quieter than usual since having a crush on you. He processes everything internally and that takes a lot of time for him as he usually just shrugs off his emotions and doesn’t try to brood too much on them. But now?! He can’t but blush in silence as he just imagines how soft and small your hands must be next to his (yours are way more impressive than his and calloused to the gods, but let him have this moment)
-when it comes to being nasty…Alex is a serial romantic. We know that he probably was the lady’s man back in school so he probably got some action one way or another. In other words, man has the libido of a teen that just hit puberty 💀
-despite being quite horny, he was able to manage to just do it every other day. Now, he cannot even get out of bed in the morning before doing it as you pester his dreams and make his hormones go crazy first thing in the morning…so many nice boxer shorts were lost along the way 🫡
-he also did his own laundry for the first time during that period lmfao
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More Wayne McCullough NSFW Headcanons
warnings ✩° : nsfw, smut, mentions of being hurt, submissive!wayne, mentions of fighting scars, sexual things idk.
pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader
authors note ✩° : thank you guys for being patient and stuff, i need to get back on the grind...
- I’m not going to lie. Wayne is the type to whimper. Definitely not all the time, so when he does, it’s like a sweet little treat for you. But in certain situations, he’ll let out a soft whine or groan that lets you know just how much he’s into what you're doing to him. Wayne loves it too much to the point he can’t help what he says accidentally or absentmindedly.
- He goes completely crazy when he can’t touch you, so you tie him up sometimes or tell him straight out that he can’t, just to get the needy stares that you’ll inevitably get when you do so.
- Pull. On. That. Damn. Hair. He likes it just as much as you do.
- He does this thing where if you initiate a kiss, he’s a little surprised but sort of melts into it, but when you try and pull away he just steps forward so you don’t break the kiss too soon. It’s specific, but you two always get turned on when it happens.
- Given the fact you guys are constantly on the run or hiding, having sex and intimate moments aren't readily done most of the time. That being said, the chance you guys get when you're alone is usually very very fast and messy. It doesn’t really matter the place or time, as long as you two know you're alone, it’s enough. You try not to be loud, but can you really help it?
- Doing it in empty bathtubs at a friends house, abandoned sheds, behind walls in alley ways, Wayne isn't afraid to just fuck you wherever. He’ll grab you by your hips and fuck you against a wall if he has to, or better yet hide you two under a scrap piece of metal for privacy. (Yes, it’s gotten that bad before). You on the other hand are a bit more hesitant, but it’s only because you don’t want anyone else to see you or him in that position—or any for that matter.
- Unfortunately, when you guys manage to sneak in a quick fuck, sometimes people have walked in and ruined it. In the moment, it’s mortifying, but afterwards you and Wayne laugh about it. Sometimes, he brings moments like that up to cheer you up if you're mad at him or just feeling a bit miserable.
“Hey. Remember that one time, when we were doing it in that family restroom and you forgot to lock the door?”
“I try to forget.”
“You remember what that lady’s face looked like? Holding that baby? She almost dropped it.”
“How can you say all this with a straight face?!”
- Wayne really likes having you on his lap, either having his fingers inside you or on you, or his dick inside you, and just looking really uninterested so no one suspects anything. But in reality, he’s super into it and moves your hips back and forth, maybe even kissing your neck or shoulder to show it. For extra safety though, he keeps his jacket or flannel plastered on your lap.
- He’s a bit strong, so sometimes he goes a bit overboard. That means sometimes he goes a bit too fast or bites you too hard or overstimulates you—but it’s by total accident.
- If you're riding on top of him, that’s the closest to heaven that Wayne will ever get to. It’s such a sight to see, not only your body but the way you move on top of him is just pure ecstasy. He loves it so much, he’s not afraid to lean his head back and open his mouth, flaunting his adam’s apple with his mouth agape.
- He can’t tell when the appropriate time it is to say those three words, even when he’s said them a million times before. So sometimes, even when you're giving him the sloppy toppy, he looks at you with pure love and just lets it slip out, “I love you.” and it honestly catches you off guard 9/10.
- Wayne won’t admit it, but when you touch over his scars on his chest, thighs, or face, it never fails to turn him on or get him riled up. He doesn’t know why, but neither of you complain.
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Let It Snow
Summary: Apparently, getting stuck in a cabin with Spencer isn't too bad
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)
Word Count: 1.0k
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"We're never going to get out of here by tomorrow." She complains, looking out the window where the snow is already probably half a foot high, and it's not forecasted to end any time soon.
Maybe the idea to use some of their remaining vacation time to retreat to a little cabin in the Vermont mountainside wasn't well thought out. Although it was almost Christmas break, apparently, it was too cold for serial killers to kill, so the BAU workload was light, and Hotch was more than willing to give them time off.
But the chance planes will be leaving, or even be able to land in DC if the cold snap had traveled south, is next to zero. By morning, they might be completely snowed in.
She turns back to look at her gorgeous boyfriend, who is snuggled under a blanket on the couch, tucked up like a burrito with a mug of tea on the table. "How are you not freaking out about this, Mr. Planner?"
"Doctor Planner." He jokes. "And I'm not freaking out because I like spending time with you here."
She smiles, stepping away from the window and to the couch where she sits next to him.
The inside of the cabin is cute yet luxurious, fitted with polished wood, a grand fireplace, and nice furniture. Most importantly, it's cozy, with one bedroom off the side of the open-planned kitchen and living room. The windows are impressive, floor-to-ceiling glass that shows the rows of pine trees covered in white snow. It's peaceful and quiet, and that's what they needed.
Spencer takes his arm out of the blanket and wraps it around her, pulling her closer. "I'm not worrying because, for once, I don't feel stressed." It's remarkable, really, since he's been stressed since he was five. "Who cares if we don't get home tomorrow or this week?" He asks rhetorically. "We've got food, power, a backup generator, and, this might be my bias, but good company."
She giggles, nuzzling further under his arm. "You're right."
"I always am." He reminds her. "Now get out of your coat and shoes, and come cuddle with me."
She obliges. It's warm enough with the fire on that she doesn't need anything more than sleep shorts and a hoodie of Spencer's. She hurries back to the couch where Spencer has set up snacks.
The news on the TV is on, a weather reporter talking about a snowstorm coming over the east coast. It's not good news. "Are you seeing this?" She asks Spencer, turning the volume up as she stands behind the couch to watch the show.
He nods, unphased as he pours more tea. "Let it snow, Y/n. Just let it snow." He instructs, taking the remote and turning the TV off.
Y/n huffs, sitting down next to him. He pulls her closer so they can both see out the wide windows at the settling sun and pink-painted sky.
"Don't you think it's so beautiful?" He asks. There's a soft wonder in his expression that's usually not there. She imagines it's what baby Spencer looked like opening his college textbooks at thirteen.
She places her fingers on his cheek while they both stare at the scenery. He hasn't shaved since they left, and it's a good look on him. "Not much snow growing up in Vegas, huh?" She asks.
"Maybe twice." He recalls, turning back to look at her. She leans forward to kiss him a couple of times, appreciating how warm he is to be around. "I don't mind it, though, because it makes me feel like a little kid now." He confesses. "Like I had encyclopedias when I was a kid and I still love learning facts, but it's not a novelty."
He could not be any cuter, all soft. It melts her heart completely. "You're adorable." She tells him, holding his cheek tighter when he tries to hide his blushing by turning away. "Stop. I'm your girlfriend, I'm allowed to say you're cute."
"Can we just lay here forever?" He wonders. "Stare at the bright stars, then watch the sun come up, see the snow falling all day, and look at the sunsets."
It does sound ideal. "We might need sleep, though." She reminds him.
Spencer's already thought of that. "We can do that here, too. I just want you to always be this close."
She leans forward to kiss him a few more times. "Sounds like a good plan." She agrees, pressing her cheek to his so they can both look out the window. "This is going to be my happy thought now." She admits. "You know when there's something horrific at work and you have to think of a good thing to balance it?"
Spencer can feel his happy thought changing as well. "What was it before?" He asks curiously.
"The first time you kissed me." She reveals.
He pulls back in shock. "God, really? That was horrible."
She shakes her head. Maybe he was sweating because of how nervous he was, and maybe his lips were only on hers for a short second and he had no idea what to do afterward, but it was them. "It was sweet."
"I'm just glad my Ph.Ds were a redeemable quality." He jokes.
She laughs with him. "Baby, everything about you is a redeemable quality, even though you don't have anything that needs to be redeemed."
"I really love you." He says softly.
"I really love you too." And she really doesn't hate unpredictable weather events anymore.
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Beds
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: While sharing a hotel room with Reader, Bucky has a nightmare.
A/N: Surprise. Bet y’all didn’t expect a fic from me. How longs it been? Too long. Anyways, I’m rewriting one of my old fics, or more so taking the same concept but doing it more in character. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written something where we don’t see Bucky’s pov, so I think that’s kinda fun. Btw I’m rusty so don’t judge me if it shows. Also I think this is gender neutral but I’m not sure?
Warnings: language, sexual references, nightmares, ptsd, panic attack (not too intense), allusions to some hydra stuff but nothing graphic, hurt/comfort, frenemies to lovers, Bucky is moody, the one bed trope™️, no use of “y/n”, kinda sappy
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A loud sigh came from the left of you just before the elevator dinged and the metal doors creaked open. You ignored him, you chose not to engage in his passive aggressiveness. You weren’t going to accept the invitation of a petty rant hiding behind that sigh.
You walked down the hallway with Bucky stalking behind you, like an angry pitbull trailing after its owner.
“I don’t even know why we got a fucking hotel in the first place.” Bucky grumbled, and you could practically feel the weight of his eye roll, even though you couldn't see it.
“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath. “What did you want? A safe house? It’s not like we’re on some high stakes, undercover op. Anything more than a hotel would be excessive.”
“Anything more woulda had better sleeping options.” He whined. “Coulda at least got us separate rooms.”
“My god, give it a rest Bucky, you’ve been complaining all day about this.” You we’re exasperated, it was about the third time you’d heard him gripe that day.
“Well, I’m not a fan. Us sharing is the stupidest fucking idea Sam’s ever had.”
“Bitching about it isn’t gonna change anything. And, it’s not like we have to sleep together or anything, I’ll be in a whole different bed.” You said, unlocking the room door. You had been looking forward to chilling out and resting, but as soon as you entered the room, you realized that your night would be anything but restful.
“Fuck.” You laughed, humorlessly, knowing you were about to hear an endless rant. “I take that back, there isn’t different beds.”
Surprisingly that rant didn’t come. Bucky weirdly seemed calmer than he had before and merely shrugged. “‘S fine. I’ll take the floor.”
“Well, one of us can try the couch?”
“That thing could fit a toddler at best.” He gestured towards the small leather love seat as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard, and in all honesty, he had a point.
You pinched the skin between your eyebrows. “Sam said he booked a two person room.”
He shrugged again and then blankly said. “This is why he shoulda booked separate rooms.”
“My god Bucky, I’m not that bad of a roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t sleep walk, and it’s not like I’m gonna kill you in your sleep. It’s one fucking night. Just-“ You took a deep breath and tried to mellow out. “You can have the bed.”
“No, you can have it.”
“You’re obviously more tore up about this than me, so it’s yours. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No.” He refused, his eyes held an odd stubbornness. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I literally don’t care, I’ve done it a million times. Plus, your grumpy ass probably needs some good sleep.” You half teased, trying to do the nice thing. You unzipped your bag and pulled your belongings out. “I’m gonna go change clothes.”
When you came back from the bathroom, Bucky was already in his boxers and a T-shirt, positioning a pillow and blanket on the floor.
“I told you the bed was yours.”
“Okay, and?”
“Why are you getting down there?“
“Why the fuck are you arguing?”
“Because you’re all pissy about this whole situation, so I’m trying to make your life easier and give you the bed.” You didn’t understand his defiance and odd aversion to the thing he’d been complaining about restlessly: the better sleeping option.
“I don’t want the goddamn bed, just shut the fuck up about it!” Bucky snapped. His outburst caught you off guard, he acted as if you had been purposefully pushing his buttons.
“Damn, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, almost offended at the way he lashed out. “I get you’re trying to be all gentlemen-like but ya know, the aggressiveness defeats the purpose.”
“It’s not about being a gentlemen. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being nice, I-“ He grunted. “Never mind I don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation. Just get in bed.”
“I will, thank you, cause I’m tired. Especially tired of whatever the fuck is up your ass and has you so bitchy.”
You said it with full sincerity, of course you were used to bickering with Bucky but it always was in a playful manner, even when annoyed with each other, it was always friendly fire. There had been no sign of that all afternoon, Bucky was purely hostile and treating you like his greatest burden.
“You running your damn mouth and arguing isn’t helping anything.” He spat as he turned off the lights.
“Wow, sorry. Didn’t know offering you the bed was so fucking rude and offensive.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned.
You muttered “fucking dick” under your breath.
“I heard that.”
As you settled into the bed, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in frustration. You found yourself pondering what you could have possibly done to provoke such a strong reaction from him. You couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely about you. Maybe something else was going on and you were standing in as Bucky’s punching bag, just being the unfortunate catheter for his anger.
It didn’t matter. You had to force all the worry and aggravation out of your head because his attitude wasn’t worth losing sleep over. The last thing you need was to be exhausted on a mission.
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You were jolted awake by a sudden, loud gasp, followed by a soft groan emanating from his direction. Rubbing your eyes, you opened them to find him sitting upright, his knees drawn close to his chest. He looked so small, a stark contrast to the huge stature and borderline intimidating presence you’d become so familiar with. His breathing was audible despite the distance between you, it was quick and shallow.
“Buck?” You concernedly called out to him but he didn’t answer. You then got out of bed, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.
“Bucky?” You tried again when you were closer.
Out of all the time you’d known Bucky, this was the first you’d seen him vulnerable. He was trembling harshly, hyperventilating too. He seemed equally dazed and terrified, but also distant as if he were lost in his head. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, the way they were widened with fear and slightly watering, took it to a whole new level.
You knew what was happening and seeing it felt like a stab to the heart. You slowly sat down in front of him, keeping space between you as to not worsen his panic.
“Buck, it’s okay.” You cooed. “Can you hear me right now?”
His gaze shifted to you, finally making eye contact, which gave you an answer.
“Okay, can you try to breathe with me? Deep breath…in 1…2…3” You exaggeratedly took large, slow inhale to lead him. “Out 1…2…3…”
You repeated the example, guiding until he finally started to follow along with you. “Good, you’re doing good. Do you know where you are?”
“….hotel. We’re on a mission?”
“Good, that’s right, good. It’s okay. You’re safe.” With a gentle and caring tone, you spoke to him, hoping to bring a sense of peace to the turmoil that was raging within him. Your heart felt heavy as you seen the pain that was laced within him, and you wished so badly that you could erase it all. You’d been scared you weren’t doing the right things, but his increasing improvement made you more confident.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded.
You supportively placed your hand on top of his, stroking your thumb over his skin in a soothing manner. He initially flinched but didn’t pull away. “Starting to calm down now?”
“Yeah.” He released a long heavy breath and wiped the wetness off his eyelids with his free hand.
You sat silently with him, providing that tender, tactile support as he as he worked to regain his composure and steady his breathing. As he gradually calmed down, you noticed the shame creeping over him, causing his cheeks to flush red and his gaze to avert from yours.
“I didn’t want you to see this shit.” He finally said after minutes of silence.
“It’s fine-“
“Fuckin embarrassing is what it is.”
“No, stuff happens. I’m not gonna judge, ya know? I understand. I know what having panic attacks is like.” You revealed in attempt to make him feel more seen.
He slightly shook his head, at himself instead of towards to you, but he stayed silent.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He paused for a moment, he licked his lips and hung his head even lower. “‘M used to it. Get ‘em bout every night.”
“The panic attacks?”
“Nightmares. Those sometimes comes after though.”
“Oh.” You whispered, feeling like something in you had just shattered. “About hydra?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna talk about it?” You offered carefully.
“Nothing you should hear. My head’s a fucked up place.” He laughed humorlessly.
“Try me.”
He hesitated for a moment, you assumed he was debating on wether or not he should trust you with such a heavy part of himself. “Basically all memories. Not so much dreams, more so just stuff that’s already happened. Flashbacks I guess.”
As his mouth parted to speak, only to close again, you knew that he wasn’t finished so you waited patiently, allowing him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.
“Most of the time it’s…you know…what I’ve done. People I’ve killed. It’s….of course it’s horrible. Pretty gruesome but uh….I’ve gotten better at dealing with those, it’s still….I just get em so much that I can calm down faster now. But sometimes…it’s the shit Hydra did to me and it’s just….I’d get punished a lot. Some kinda torture or beatings, I’ll spare you the details.”
You continued to stroke his hand and stayed silent, not wanting to push him.
“But uh…they had this chair. Um, I’d get strapped down and they’d electrocute me. That’s how they’d…ya know. And I’d always end up there for a wipe after I fucked up. Or even if I didn’t. I don’t what’s worse honestly…the sick twisted shit they’d come up with or the wipe but…but reliving all that….”
“That’s fucking terrifying.”
“Yeah. Yeah, terrifying is an understatement. Sometimes…it’s hard to feel safe after that.”
His breathing started to pick up again. The cracks in his voice made it clear he was starting to get overwhelmed.
You then firmly grasped his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t like to think about all that. I try to never actually. It’s like…obviously it’s…I can’t describe how fucking awful. But at the same time, if I do think about it, it’s like I’m ignoring all the evil shit I’ve done. And that’s not fair to everyone I’ve wronged. So then….if I never think about or deal with the torture….when I have to relive it in these goddamn nightmares…it just fucks me up worse. And my fucking luck is one of the few times it happens is when I’m sharing a room with someone.”
Your heart sank to the floor, your own eyes were watering at this point from getting just this small glimpse of his pain. “I’m so sorry, Buck. Hell, I don’t even know what to say right now. I wish I could do more to help.”
“You’re doing enough.“
“You didn’t deserve it, ya know? I don’t know everything that went on but you never deserved to suffer like that.”
“Half-debatable. At certain point it had to become karma for the suffering I was causing myself.” He shrugged solemnly.
“That’s not true. You had no control.”
He sighed exasperatedly, filled with a sad frustration directed at himself. He put his face in his palm. “We’ve had that conversation. You already know I don’t see it that way.”
“Yeah but I hope one day you will. And I’ll die before I stop trying to get it through your head that you’re innocent. You know you’re strong, right? So damn strong to be holding it together right now. After going through all that pain and to still be here and be a good man? To come as far as you have. I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”
“We can agree to disagree but I appreciate it….and thanks sitting with me and calming me down and all that.”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry about earlier. This is why…I didn’t wanna share. And this is….one…of the reasons I don’t like sleeping in a bed. Makes the nightmares worse sometimes. That’s not your fault though, so I shouldn’t’ve…I just didn’t want you to know.”
“It’s alright. I get it now.”
“I shouldn’t’ve took it out on you. I really am sorry.”
“Buck, I get why you were upset. Well kinda, I honestly can’t imagine even a fraction of what you go through.”
“Goin a little far with the pity.” He grew a tiny smirk.
“Compassion.” You corrected. “And I can’t help it, I mean…not to get all sappy, but I care about you. A lot.”
His smirk morphed into a smile and you mirrored it. You wrapped your arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder, Bucky then slowly encircled you with his own arms. You knew the hug was Bucky's way of wordlessly affirming that he cared about you too.
“Didn’t know Mr. Grumpy was capable of hugging.”
“Consider it a one time gift.”
You chuckled in response but then an idea entered your mind.
“You think it’d help if I slept with you?” You asked softly.
He gave you a cheeky grin. “Could at least take me out to dinner first.”
“You know what I meant.”
He sighed. “Not to be an ass but I literally just told you I don’t like beds?”
“No dumb ass, I mean down here.”
He tilted his head and gave a tight lipped frown. “You don’t gotta do that.”
“No. But if it’d help you feel more comfortable, then I want to.”
He didn’t answer at first but because his face had always been an open book, revealing every emotion with striking transparency, he wore an expression that was etched with heartbreaking gratitude.
“Yeah…we can try that.” He whispered, as if he was in shock.
With gentle movements, you plucked the blanket and pillow from the bed and nestled yourself beside him. As you lay towards him, your faces drew closer, until they were mere inches apart. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both gazed into each other's eyes, it was almost hypnotic. There was no awkwardness when it should have been expected, instead, a comforting feeling washed over you. You were consumed by excitement, tinged with a soothing calmness. Sure, it was paradoxical, but it was consuming and left you lost in the moment.
“Um…” Bucky started hesitantly but then cut himself off, he bit his bottom lip nervously.
Before you had a chance to even consider the words, they spilled from your lips. You were surprised with your own spontaneity, but the question had already slipped. “You wanna cuddle?”
It was as if you read his mind, you could practically see all the anxiety melt off Bucky before he pulled you into his chest. “This okay?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You replied, allowing yourself to sink into the comforting warmth of his body, all while listening to the soft thumps of his heart beating. It was a new intimacy that strangely felt familiar and natural, like everything had suddenly fallen into place.
You heard him yawn and you hummed fondly at how cute it was. “Goodnight, Buck.”
Tenderly, he leaned in and softly placed his lips upon your forehead, holding them there for a fleeting moment before settling his chin atop your head.
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Bucky straddled your lap, his hand cupping your face as he devoured you in a passionate kiss that unraveled you with each flick of his tongue. His other hand roamed to less innocent regions of your body, exploring them with a touch that was both bold and tender.
He repositioned and pressed you down onto the couch, towering over you as his tongue continued to dance in your mouth. You were both breathless, and desiring more. He proceeded to plant kisses on your jawline before moving down to nibble on your neck.
He suddenly stopped, muttering against your skin. “You wanna move to your room? Have a little more space for this?”
“You know what’s funny?”
“Hm?”
“How before we got together, you hated beds, but now you want in my sheets every damn second.” You teased.
“Well…feels a lot more pleasant now.”
“Weird way to say ‘I’m always horny’.”
“I’m making up for 80 some years. And like you aren’t, you’re worse than me half the time.”
“Definitely worked up now, so get me to the bed and we’ll go as many rounds as you want, pervert.”
“Fuck you.” He laughed.
“I’m waiting for it.”
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⋆ ― ◜week of celebs◝ ― ⋆
DAY FOUR: christian bale x f!reader
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• summary: it is the third movie you and chris playing together in, and it is last time he can hide his love for you. | wc: 1.5k | tags&warnings: fluff, kissing, confessing, touching, gentle!bale, reader is kind of a brat, co-workers, friends to lovers, young-adult!bale, mentions of a little nsfw content, short. [also, so so sorry for waiting for the ‘week’ thing but I had three important tests to take and I had to study :/ but now, I have no test left so, I’m back and the other works will be on soon! Enjoy. ^^]
“Isn’t it amazing that we can work together once again?” You ask, not trying to get an answer but just pointing the fact you think of while waiting for the next scene to be filmed. Chris only nods, something isn’t right with him but you guess it is because he has a remarkable role in the movie, requiring great deal of attention and focus, and you know very well how he wants to show his best every time. You admire his hard-working. He is like a model for you – also, a dear friend.
Maybe you want to become more than a dear friend but you are afraid how he will react, so, you let it go, only focusing on the friendship you two have – a beautiful friendship; he loves making you happy, you like seeing him in peace thanks to your presence, support and fun kisses on the cheeks. You think whether it makes him feel awkward with these kisses even though he never complains. It is just a thing you both share like the sharing of food, memories, smiles, cries and even the bed –in the nights – and sometimes daylights too – when the air fills up with sadness, happiness, exciting – oh, you think inside, maybe we share a lot.
“Hey,” You hear his voice. Coming to your senses – back to reality, you wink a few times, looking up to see Bale kneeling to the front, his gazes on your face, wondering what make you daydream for a moment. “Are you okay?” He asks and you can see concern in his face expression, making you want to just grip his cheeks, caress them and saying how much you realize you love him, especially after the memories you share with him come to your mind. However, you can’t. So, with a sad smile on your face, you nod, not caring whether he can tell the truth behind your smile.
Putting a childish kiss on his nose, you say, “Better than okay!”
The moment he is about to ask another question, his personal assistant comes, saying that the screen is about to start to both of you. Nodding to her, you get up as Bale straightens his posture, hands on his pockets.
Hugging him from the arm, you giggle with excitement. Pulling him with you, you say, “I am so excited! In this scene, I will throw a glass to you.”
“I didn’t think you like violence.” He remarks, one of his hand positions on yours – a true gentleman who makes your heart go weak in a second.
“I am not,” Turning to him, to tease, you chuckle. “Well, if it is outside the bed.”
He stops in his track for a moment before coughing in fake, staring to walk again. As you look at his side profile – a perfect sight to see with his sharp jaw, freshly trimmed beard, short hair – you wait him to be shy like always because being such a brat, you like to make him shy and blushing but not today, apparently, not today. He smirks instead of showing any sight of shyness, telling you to be more sensible – he just smirks, turning to your face, making you look at another way to hide your heat rushing to your face. Kneeling, his hot breaths find your ear, whispering dangerously, “What a nasty girl!” He chuckles lowly – you are already weak on the knees. “Maybe you just need a good lesson to understand why you shouldn’t talk in public so openly like this.”
When the director calls for him from the other side of the room, he is about to touch your chin. Nodding to himself, he lets you go after saying, “Don’t worry, I will teach it properly this time.”
You feel like he is finally let his inner voice to take actions instead of his logical side. You chuckle, taking your place on the room, still feeling drunk, and avoiding gazes from Bale. He is sure something else today.
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“Then, he was right behind me! Can you imagine?” One of my co-workers says with a chuckle, playing with her hair, and telling a story about the director. Chuckling, I nod to her.
After the end of today’s scenes, everybody agreed on taking a break time, having a little fun in one of actors’ house. So, here you are, standing beside the window, a drink on your hand, a black dress covers your body. It was a choice of your personal assistant after she found out that you liked Bale and he was going to attend as well. She said how you looked gorgeous in the dress, getting you all blushing, thinking how Bale would react.
This thought on your mind, you turn to other side of the room, trying to find where Bale is right now in a crowded place like this one is but when you are about to give up, you see him; he looks so humble and gentle with the black suit on him while entering the room. You look at him from head to toe, no shame behind your gazes but you don’t care, not when his gazes find yours, only focusing on you and making his way to you slowly. You nearly become breathless at the sight. Feeling brave enough to make an attempt like he is doing, you turn and say your co-worker goodbye, approaching to Bale faster than he does.
Finally, meeting in the middle, you say after an awkward long silence in which you look into his beautiful eyes and he does the same for you, “Hi.”
He chuckles in a low tone, “Hi,” He takes your hand in his, putting a kiss on the head of it. You would hate it when other men do it but when he does it – oh, how it feels so right and magical when he does it. “Gorgeous.”
Smiling widely, you roll your eyes, taking back your hand from his slowly only to put it on his shoulder, making him tense but you get it is a good sign since his smile grow bigger, closing the gap between your bodies further, causing you to forget what you would say for a moment. He smells so good – he looks so good – everything about him is near to perfection.
“Don’t look too much or you will fall hard for me.” You tease him, winking and when you take a sip from your drink, you feel his one hand find your waist, pulling you closer until his lips touching your ear, hot breaths hitting your neck. Heat rising inside of your body as well as outside and you only stare at his beautiful blue eyes.
“You should warm me sooner,” He smirks, not a playboy type of smirk – just, showing how he knows his effects on you now. “I already have fallen for you – hard.”
“Chris –“ You try to say, try to comprehend what he really means by that. “So, you say –“ You can’t find yourself powerful enough to say it aloud but Chris is there for you. He knows you better than you know yourself.
So, when he takes your hand on his, not caring about other people on the room, you follow him because you always will follow him no matter what.
Entering in an empty room, he reaches to his balcony, still holding your hand – tighter than before, giving you goosebumps. He turns around to see you clearly under the light of the moon and garden’s white lights.
“Yes, I say it.” He says, and you trying to make his words since your mind is overflowed by the sudden emotions he is causing.
“What?” You ask once more, wanting to hear it aloud – wanting him to admit it while using his words.
He chuckles once more – oh, he is surely happy right now and you are the same. Putting both of his on your waist, he pulls you to himself, making his chest hitting yours. “I love you,” He says and you believe you would fall into the ground if he didn’t hold you like this. He takes your hand, putting it on his chest where his heart remains. “I love you so deeply that I can no longer hide it.”
Taking deep breaths, you firstly understand his words – already having effects on you; chest rising and falling, hands getting sweaty and face has a stupid smile on – then, you close your eyes, and open them only to see that he is real. This make him smile, shaking his head. “I am real.”
“But, I need to do something to believe it, Chris.” You say.
His one eyebrow rises and you take action without waiting for him to speak; your lips find his, his taste flows into yours, a hand on his collar to pull him closer and other one enters into his short hair. He, on the other hand, nearly moans lowly into the kiss you share right now, hands on your waist getting tighter, hugging you strongly.
You know from this day everything will change between you – the relationship you have but you have no fear, not when he kisses you so deeply, passionately and holding you close. You wonder how he both is your weakness and strength. However, your mind can’t make any judgement since it only focuses on him – breaking the kiss for a moment before he adds, “I love you.” once again and you giggle.
“I love you too handsome.”
The end. 💌
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You’re just toxic. Pt. 2
Masterlist Pt.1 Pt.3 Pt.4
Pairings: Gretchen Wieners x Fem!reader / Regina George x Fem!reader
Context: After you catch Regina in the act, Gretchen sees it as an opportunity to claim you, but Regina isn’t happy she’s more moody and pissy.
Warnings: Swearing/toxic relationship/ manipulation/ smut.
“W-what? What are you talking about?!” Regina says panic setting over her face, she glances to Y/n whose now clinging onto Gretchen’s arm attempting to hide her face, Gretchen on the other side seems to notice Y/n’s actions and pulls Y/n in for a hug, Gretchen begins to start talking
“Well don’t act like you weren’t eating Shane’s face off yesterday! We all saw you! And Y/n saw, how can you do that to her? She’s been so good to you!” Gretchen let’s out a scoff thinking of her next words
“And the thing is! That she isn’t even that bad when it comes to having sex! Like yesterday I heard you and Y/n in the bathrooms and you seemed like you were enjoying it!”
It was Y/n’s turn to speak, “You were listening to us?” She asks a bit shocked
“No! But I was just there to pee and I heard you, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, okay? It’ll be like our little secret”
Regina begins complaining-“No I promise it was a one thing okay? Besides it’s not like I had sex with him” she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
Gretchen interjects-“W-well that’s too bad, because she’s dating me now, and I can treat her so much better than you, she’s so fetch, you’re going to regret even looking at Shane.”
Regina looks shocked and doesn’t speak until she says “Fine, you could never please me like Shane does anyway. And you’re going to miss me because Gretchen can’t replace me. Never” She says storming off not sparing a glance back
“Gretchen it’s fine, she’s just like that, I really like you, please don’t get upset okay?” Y/n says wiping Gretchen’s new formed tears. Gretchen nods and hugs Y/n smelling her perfume “Y/n I really like you. You’re just so nice to me and you treat me better than anyone has”
Y/n thinks to herself ‘poor baby’. Truth is, Y/n and Gretchen had been friends long before high school, Y/n used to have a small crush on her but she hid it because Regina had made fun of Janis for being a ‘dyke’ and honestly? How could Regina make fun of Janis if she had dated Y/n? It all honestly doesn’t make sense.
“I know, I’m sorry baby, let’s go to our classes, I’ll see you at lunch okay?” Y/n says straightening her posture and hugging Gretchen goodbye.
Gretchen looks at Y/n doe eyed smiling and giggling, “I love you” she says before turning around on her heels and speed walking away.
Regina could see Y/n smiling to herself after Gretchen had walked away. Do you really think Regina would have left Y/n and Gretchen alone when she could see what they were doing? No, of course not. Don’t be dumb.
Regina thinks to herself ‘she’s already moved on? After everything? You know what, never mind, I never even liked her anyway’ but she knows that deep inside she regrets making Y/n feel this way, seeing her cling to Gretchen and smiling when she embraced Gretchen made her all the more jealous. Regina reflects, Shane never shows her public affection, only if it was to show her off to his football team, Shane never hugged Regina or stayed with Regina massaging her stomach when her periods came, Shane never came to Regina when she was feeling lonely or sad, to Regina she had only now realised that Shane was probably only using her for her body. He was never jealous when someone showed her affection, only jealous when someone wanted to hook up with her.
Gretchen on the other hand had speed walked her way to class. Y/n being the only thing on her mind ‘oh how sweet she was, she actually cared and she called me pretty! And she certainly knows how to please a woman’ Y/n was kind, respectful, and caring. And in just the span of 1 day, Y/n had shown Gretchen more affection than Jason had shown for the past 2 months. Gretchen was certainly falling in love. She just hoped for class to end so she could be with Y/n again, to feel her soft gentle touches and kisses, the compliments that came out of random, and the hugs that seemed to cure every sad thing in Gretchen’s life.
Y/n…Y/n…Y/n…
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“And Y/n! What was the answer for question number 1?”
‘Oh Shit’ she thought, she quickly blubbered out a number “U-Uh 16?” She had answered.
The whole class had started laughing Y/n wondered why, did she get the answer right?
“Y/n if had payed attention to the class you would have known that we are in history class, please pay attention. Now, would anyone else like to help her out?”
“Sorry” Y/n said her cheeks turning red from embarrassment. However she had no intention of zoning back in, the whole lesson she had been thinking about Gretchen and how things could work out, her small crush had developed again, the way Gretchen talked, her gentle but high pitched soft voice, her glossy lips and her smile, her doe eyes, and how determined she was to get anyone’s approval. Y/n was starting to crush on Gretchen again, biting her lip to the thought leaning back on her chair. Honestly who wouldn’t daydream about her?
The bell had rung and Y/n made her way to the table when she saw Regina sitting with Karen on her left while Gretchen was sitting in front of Karen, further away from Regina.
When Gretchen sees Y/n she eyed Y/n down, close to eye fucking her, Regina saw the hungry look in Gretchen’s eyes and had starting to eat more violently, biting into her food, and grinding her teeth onto one another.
Gretchen had started the conversation beating Y/n at it “how was class Y/n?” She said staring at Y/n’s lips. Gretchen moved her hand closer to Y/n’s hand and held it under the table, rubbing her thumb on the top of Y/n’s hand, giving Y/n comfort.
“Oh it was alright, just the usually boring stuff” Y/n said grinning
Karen interjected “Liar, you were daydreaming about Gretchen while staring out of the window, you were totally thinking about fucking her” she said, the teasing tone dripping from her voice
“W-what?! No! I was-“ Gretchen cut her off by pressing her glossy lips onto Y/n’s. Grabbing her neck and swirling her tongue onto Y/n’s. Y/n allowed the feeling to sink in, using her right hand to grab Gretchen’s waist when the whole cafeteria erupted in “oohh”s and whispers, in meanwhile Regina staring at the two who had now torn apart because they had needed to breath, staring at Y/n’s face who seemed to be blushing and smiling at Gretchen, she seemed shy, not dominant like she had been with Regina.
Regina thought to herself if Y/n had built a wall, a personality to please her, so she wouldn’t have been made fun of or mocked. Was the true Y/n this shy and soft when she was in love? If she had been this shy, avoiding eye contact, had she ever really like Regina? Just as all the thoughts came to mind, Y/n spared a glance at Regina, half smiling, Regina had just gave Y/n a heartbroken look. Damn. Is that what a heartbreaking felt like? Like little strings in your heart tugging and breaking, the feeling of her heart clenching, watery eyes? Is that what Y/n felt like when she saw the incident happen?
The cafeteria had gone back to their own conversations, eating their lunch. Gretchen was talking to Karen about going shopping after school when Y/n interrupted them both “Gretchen I think you’re really pretty” Y/n said giving heart shaped eyes, staring at Gretchen longingly.
‘What?!’ Regina thought, ‘Y/n only ever gave me compliments, she’s giving Gretchen random compliment like she used to do to me? She even put the word ‘really’ in that sentence! But for her it was “I think you’re pretty” Did Y/n seriously think Gretchen was more pretty than me?’ The thought making Regina want to throw up
Gretchen had only smiled and gave Y/n a peck on the check leaving a glossy pink-ish stain on Y/n’s cheek which she hadn’t wiped off “you’re so cute Y/n” she had replied with before the bell had rung. Gretchen had gave a hug goodbye to Y/n before walking off to class.
Y/n had started walking to her P.E class. ‘Oh shit I got class with Regina in P.E’ she thought. Truth be told, her heart still hurt when she thought about Regina but Y/n was also thinking about Gretchen, the two plastics girls plaguing her mind
Before Y/n could run off Regina tugged on Y/n’s shirt, Y/n turned back around and tilting her up a little to look at Regina, she was a little bit shorter, but still almost the same height “What’s wrong Regina.” Y/n asked in a monotone voice for Regina to simply reply with “N-nothing, never mind, let’s go to class” the attention she got from her made Regina nervous, ‘what is happening to me’ she thought.
———————————————————— As they made it to the gym, they made their way to the changing rooms to change clothes as per normal schedule. Y/n gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her toned abs, everyone in the room had started to discreetly check her out. It was like it was in slow motion, her tan abs, tensing when Y/n moved forward to grab her P.E top and it all seemed to end when Y/n placed her top on, with the distraction gone, everybody turned back around and continued with their business. Regina was always a sucker for abs. The defined lines and the feeling of raking her hand over Y/n’s warm stomach -oh shit she’s thinking about Y/n-
Regina was determined to get Y/n back so she made a move, “hey Y/n I think something was on your stomach, let me get it for you” she said smiling sweetly as she lifted Y/n’s shirt and raked her hand over dragging her fingers when she felt Y/n shiver. “Oh here it is” she said flicking her finger staring at Y/n wide doe eyed leaning in when Y/n turned the other way and walked away.
Regina was left in shock. No one had ever, ever, denied Regina. Ever. Now she was more determined than ever.
————————————————————Now on the field, Regina and Y/n sat next to each other, listening to the coach, he had said something about running laps but of course with Regina George being your friend you didn’t have to do shit. So you just sat there until you had been called up by one of your friends, she begged you to come play soccer and being the good friend you are, you obliged.
You ran up to the teams and silently joined your friend’s team, you had been running up and down the field helping your friend score by giving her passes and opportunities to score while you had scored 2 goals. Not bad. Regina however had been sat there scoping you out, your sweat dripping from your forehead as you ran towards whoever had the ball trying to regain possession, the way you lifted the bottom of your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead, the way your leg muscles defined when you had started moving. It seemed like everyone else was doing to same too, until Regina saw an unusual behaviour in you. You had started zoning out and started glancing to the side, smiling and letting your focus drop, Regina tracked your eyes to where you were looking at and she saw Gretchen, standing there, smiling and Gretchen had opened her arms, ‘what’s she doing’ Regina thought before you ran to Gretchen and hugged her, you gave her a kiss and she saw Gretchen gripping at your waist and pressing her body onto you. You had wiped your sweat off with your shirt and was about to kiss Gretchen when coach yelled at Y/n “Y/N GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, I TOLD YOU, DONT HAVE SEX EVEN IF ITS TOO GIRLS” he yelled.
‘Funny’ Y/n thought, she jogged back to Regina with her water bottle in hand, and plopped down next to her panting and chugging her water. Regina was blatantly staring at Y/n, the way her Addams apple moved up and down when she took sips of water and the glazing sweat on her throat, and of course how out of breath you sounded, it reminded her of when you were busy stuffing your fingers in her p- “you alright Regina? You look zoned out” Y/n says chuckling “uh no yeah I’m fine, you stink, go put deodorant on” Nope she had lied, Y/n in fact did not stink, she smelt like vanilla and coconut, and comforting smell Regina had missed. “Oh really? Shit, hold on I’m going to go to the locker room, wanna come with?” Regina had excitement written all over her face, “Duh, let’s go” she said before hooking her arm with Y/n’s and walking to the bathrooms.
“Alright done” just as Y/n turned around Regina had kissed her. Pushing her back into a cold wall. “Regina- what are you doing? Stop!- I’m dating Gretchen!”
“Boo hoo, you know you want me Y/n, and you can’t deny yourself.”
“What? No! You made your decision on who you want when you decided who to be with at that party. Now I genuinely like Gretchen but I still sort of like you. And no one has ever treated Gretchen right and I used to have a crush on her, I feel bad okay? No one deserves what she goes through.”
“I’m sorry! Okay?! Is that what you want to hear? To see me cry and beg for you? Look Gretchen doesn’t deserve you and I miss you, come back, please?”
“not good for me? Seriously did you say not good for me? Oh you’re one to talk. My grades have been dropping because of you, you only ever show me affection when you feel like it or is it for getting a good fuck? Is that all I am to you? Just a fuck? Or do you seriously like me?”
“Y/n I like you.”
“Just stop lying. If you’re telling the truth, pick me or Shane. You either pick him and never try to get back with me again or you pick me and you never talk to Shane again”
“W-what? You can’t just do that! I should be allowed to talk to him”
Y/n starts laughing “see Regina. You’re just toxic. Just take a look at yourself. Go on then. Be with Shane, but I don’t want to be just a fuck when your lame excuse of a boyfriend can’t make you happy”
“I’m sorry- I -I chose you! Please,” Regina says crying, her eye crinkling. “Please just hug me right now”
“Fine”
And of course with the soft heart Y/n has, she softly walks up to Regina and wraps her arms around Regina placing Regina’s chin on her shoulder and whispers sweet things in her ear while Regina cries. Y/n knows that nobody gets Regina like Y/n does. And no matter how much Y/n hates Regina she will always end up on her knees, with her head tilted up, doe eyed, and ready to do whatever she said.
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This one was a pretty long chapter, please tell me if you guys would like a part 3,
also reblogging would help me out a lot since it shows me you guys like what I write and it gives me more motivation to write better
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whatever you want— mingyu
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : reader x mingyu
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : smut. fluff. comfort.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : SMUT. MINORS DNI !! curse words. unprotected sex. reader has vagina. please let me know if i have missed something. (english isn’t my first language so if there’s any mistake kindly do ignore :)
𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any idol and have great respect for them as an artist. these are for entertainment purpose only.
-10:54 p.m
mingyu’s pov:
it’s almost the day..the day i was brought into the world yet the same day i hate with my entire being..the day i wish i could erase
birthdays are special to many and sadly mingyu wasnt one.
lost in thoughts i almost miss my door bell ringing..seeing the clock say 10:54,wondering who it could be i open the door only to see my favourite person ever,my best friend or more,my safe place,my y/n.
“Hey gyu” she whispers as i let her get in. we spend most of our time together. she’s calm,unlike me..like a quiet breeze on a heavy evening,existence almost not seen yet bringing so much love and joy. she knows i hate my birthday and never insists me to celebrate it.
“Should we watch something?” she says,plopping on my couch,like its her home..i wish it is.
oh how could i tell no..i’m so in love with her. so much,just for her.
general pov:
with a sigh you pass the remote to mingyu letting him decide what to watch knowing very well he’s about to watch the same show every time. you dont mind because you know you’ll be drowsing off in few minutes. and you do.
11:54 p.m
you stretch a little,you eyes waking up to no one,mingyu isn’t beside you. you look at the time,walking around to find him.
seeing a broad shoulder peeking out at the balcony and you swear you heard a sniffle.
you know why,you know him all,all his secrets. noticing your reflection on the glass he turns quick trying to hide his tears.
“you’re up sleepyhead..thats so unlikel-“
you hug him,the tightest,like the world is ending the next minute. you know your bestfriend. he doesnt talk about what bothers him. well how can he when all he does is give,give and give. inspite of your cold response to everything he does,not because you want to but thats how you are,he never stops giving you more because he knows you care,you love.
“You can cry..your secrets are always safe with me..you know..” you whisper against his shoulder.
there is silence which is then followed by wetness on your neck crook. oh it breaks your heart. you pillar crying against you and you are grateful that he trusts you enough to show his weakest parts,just like you do.
patting his back,ruffling his hair you stay quiet. you know thats what he wants.
he slightly pulls away looking at the ground while you search for his eyes,blood shot,nose pink. your heart aches physically as you hold his face. you want to wish him for his birthday but you know he hates it.
“thanks for being born gyu..” thats all you say,just like always,short and whats needed.
he stares into your eyes slowing leaning onto your lips then pulling back immediately.
“I-I’m so sorry I don’t know w-wh-“
you close the space with him up by a kiss. a very soft,delicate and comforting kiss. he snakes his hands on your waist pulling you closer,making the kiss deeper. you don’t complain.
the kiss grows more passionate and desperate. you hugging his neck while he slides his tongue onto your mouth,exploring it. he pulls away a bit
“Please tell me to stop..please”
you don’t. you just kiss him again as you both move to the counter and he makes you sit on it.
His plumpy lips all swollen because of your longest kiss,his face shining under the moonlight. you start kissing again.
“Gyu..please”
He slowly puts his hand onto your waist band,making his way to your core,already wet. he groans at the feeling.
Putting two fingers inside,making sure you’re okay to continue,he slowly rubs your clit with his thumb,making circles to relax you while his two fingers inside pump in and out of your hole.
“Oh god- fuck” you moan out as he fastens his pace.
An unfamiliar knot on your stomach,you almost sob onto his shoulder,hiding yourself as you cum. Eyes fluttering at the euphoric feeling,tiredly you put your hands onto his pants elastic.
His eyes widens
“Are you sure about this y/n..?”
You nod as he takes you to the couch,putting you under him as you remove your pants then your panties while he works on removing your shirt.
“So fucking beautiful..oh god”
Flushed cheeks,fully naked with your legs wide apart for your bestfriend. This was the last thing you expected on his birthday.
“Tell me if you want me to stop..or if you want more..or slow..tell me everything you want..hm”
You shyly nod.
He put his tip on your entrance gaining a moan from pain. A tear escapes as he pushes a little. His leans to kiss away your tear whispering a “it’ll get better,i promise” to distract you and ofcourse he wins.
“Y-You can move now” you tell and he does. Very slowly moving rhythmically,stealing few kisses,enough for you to lose your mind. “Ouhh..fast p-please”
Skins slapping,quiet sobs and groans all over his apartment. You both don’t break your eye contact. Getting deep your grab his back,almost scratching it deep.
“Gyu i think- OH FUCK” you scream out,cum dripping. he pulls back making himself cum with his hands.
Panting and resting for few minutes he takes you to the room,making sure you clean yourself,making the bed for you both to rest.
You lie on to the bed,your back facing him. Endless thoughts on your mind,some regrets,how is this going to affect both of you. You quietly sob.
A warm hand snakes onto your waist,pulling you close.
“Hey..don’t cry..” he comforts while his heart breaks hearing you.
“I’m so sorry-“
“Don’t be. If anyone has to be sorry then its me..I should’t have-“
“And I should’ve stopped you when you asked me to..you are my bestfriend,this is so wrong,i r-ruined everything” you sob louder this time.
“Y/n..you ruined nothing. Look at me” he says as he turns you around. Tears glistening you make an eye contact with him.
“I know..I know how you feel because i feel the same way but..” pausing “we can do whatever you want to. if you want to this to the next step we can,or if you want to stop and forget everything we can…or if y-you want me to stop seeing you ever again..we still can..whatever you want..you know i love you,more than a friend should..”almost making the last sentence inaudible.
“i don’t know gyu..you’re definitely more than a friend to me..but i think i need my time,to process all of this..”
“ofcourse y/n. take your time,i can wait for an eternity” he chuckles.
you stare at him,this time with more love. cuddling each other knowing very well you’re both in love,terribly.
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can i get hcs of dazai and fyodor with an s/o who has big boobs and gets insecure abt them like rly big boobs, i’m talking DD’s and up😭😭
FungusWitch: This is the slut who got me into BSD in the first place so you can all blame her. <;3
Hi there! Amulet here! FungusWitch very kindly offered to let me guest star as a writer on YP, since I gently bullied her into watching this show in the first place! That said, enjoy these! :D
Dazai Osamu
Listen. Let me tell you something. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. Dazai Osamu loves all women, he flirts with basically any woman in his vicinity, young or old, tomboy or girly girl. He has a great appreciation for all ladies of any shape and size.
That being said, Dazai loves a pair of calcium cannons. The way they strain against your shirt when you try to button one up, the jiggle when you sit down, how when you get sweaty from a workout or step out of shower/bath and water trickles down your clavicle and disappears down the glorious valley of your tits...
So when he picks up on your insecurity about your boobs, whether that’s how you always avoid low cut tops, or cover yourself with your arms when you’re feeling scrutinised, he’s floored. How could you think there was anything wrong with yourself when he spends so much of his time thinking about drowning in them tiddies?
Needless to say, Dazai wastes no time in assuring you that you have nothing to be ashamed of - your breasts are wonderful, the more of them the better, and he makes sure to lavish lots and lots of attention on them. Especially during sex.
Oh, the sex. Foreplay with Dazai is already a drawn-out affair because he loves watching his lover fall to pieces, to strip away each layer between you (both physical and mental), but once he hones in that there’s something about yourself you don’t love as much as he does?
Oh, it’s ON.
He buys (i.e: steals) you clothes that emphasizes your chest and begs you to try them on in the comfort of your bedroom. He hoots and hollers like you’re walking down the catwalk in Paris and eventually you gain enough confidence to wear more revealing tops in public - Dazai’s like your one-man cheerleading section.
Also he likes to wedge his hand down there when his fingers are cold. Feel free to punch him.
Not to mention, if anybody gives you shit about how big your breasts are, Dazai will pop up like a phantom, the shine leaving his eyes as he looms over them, exuding malice even as he smiles.
“Hm? Did you have something to say to her? Why don’t you speak a little louder - I don’t think I quite heard you.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor canonically likes pretty people, so if he’s with you he probably doesn’t especially care what size your breasts are.
But make no mistake, he likes them. He tends to run rather cold thanks to his anemia, so being able to warm his hands up by cupping your deliciously large, soft breasts appeals to him greatly. Plus it amuses him when you yelp because of how chilly his hands are. (Do not try to punch him - unlike Dazai, Fyodor will punish you~)
Also unlike Dazai, he will pick up on your insecurities easily because he isn’t shamelessly drooling over the sight of your tits quite so much. He’s very good at reading people’s body language and planning for what they do next, so the way you always hunch forwards like you’re trying to hide yourself, the way you rub your back and wince...it’s clear as day.
He doesn’t like his beloved speaking negatively about herself, so he’ll lightly scold you when he hears you complaining about your breast size and wishing they were smaller.
“Nonsense, myshka. They are a part of you, da? Then surely they are just as worthy as your care and praise.”
He likes how womanly having such big breasts make you look, especially the contrasts between his thin, lean body and yours. He likes to rest his head on them after a long day of malicious scheming to purge the world of sinners. You may run your fingers through his hair if he does this - it’s one of the few times he takes his ushanka off.
Unlike Dazai, he won’t try to completely cure your insecurity, because he isn’t your therapist and he likes his lovers to have a little vulnerability to exploit. Even if Fyodor adores you, he also adores his mind games too.
But he does put in some work to have you accept your body. He likes to show you off when he gets the chance, buys you fabulous outfits that shows off your figure and that includes your breasts. He’ll never indulge your requests for a high neckline - it seems mean but it’s a brand of tough love. He believes in a little short-term discomfort if it leads to long-term satisfaction.
Speaking of satisfaction, he too will lavish attention on your breasts during sex. He especially loves to leave little bite marks and hickies on your boobs and your nipples will be tender and overstimulated by the time he’s had his fine.
Oh, and nobody ever breathes a word about your bust size to your face - they just need one look at Fyodor’s cold, violet eyes and feel the icy claws of terror clamp around them.
If that ain’t a confidence booster, I don’t know what is. <3
#Yokohama Pound#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd x reader#Dazai Osamu#Fyodor Dostoevsky#Dazai x Reader#Fyodor x Reader#bsd headcanons#bsd imagines#Amulet
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MacGyver and son
This story is a fanfic of a show, I've never actually watched, apart from a very few scenes. Nevertheless I think, that viewed in the right context, it would be a very interesting plot twist.
Body a day - #19: Dad
“I still can’t believe he fell for it,” laughed ‘Sam’, whilst Murdoc began to take off all of MacGyver’s clothes.
“Tell me how you managed to achieve this, whatsyourname?” Murdoc asked his partner as he was stripping the former agent and sworn enemy.
“It’s Sam now, and you better not forget it, dad,” said his partner in the guise of a nice young man firmly, “Sean Angus Malloy, but everyone just call me Sam.”
“All right then, Sam... Tell me...”
“Oh, Old MacGyver was a real heartthrob, when he was young, not difficult to imagine with that face and that body, I managed to track down one Kate Malloy, who he had a loving relation with, she was an excellent source of information…”
“How did you get her tell you all this?” Murdoc asked now standing with the naked husk of MacGyver.
“It was easy, really,” Sam replied, “I told her, I was interviewing her for a book. She was apparently very fond of him, so she spent a long time telling me all sorts of stuff about him, and I also got her to tell me about herself. And with your help, I had all that I needed to successfully play his 'long-lost son'. And he believed every single word I told him, I even managed to get him to quit, just to spend time with me.” Sam laughed again at the last remark, then got up from his chair to help Murdoc with the MacGyver-suit.
“Heh, now you’ll certainly live up to your title as ‘master of disguise’, you couldn’t have asked for a better disguise,” Sam grinned.
“You are absolutely right,” gloated Murdoc, having stripped himself naked. He held the hollowed out skin of MacGyver up in front of him, “let’s get to it then.”
Stretching out MacGyver’s mouth ludicrously wide, Murdoc slid his legs one at a time into the warm and squishy skinsuit. Sam pushed the toes into place one by one, as Murdoc pulled MacGyver further up his body. MacGyver’s strong legs were now in place. Murdoc continued, pulling the skin up further, covering his torso, he forced down his arms down MacGyver’s mouth and guided his upper limbs into the empty husk's. He flexed his new hands. Murdoc caressed the rest of his new body, still with MacGyver’s hollow head hanging off his shoulders like a hood. Sam rubbed him on the back, helping him smooth out any creases or flaws.
“Now put on the face, dad” urged Sam, “Heh, all right,” grinned Murdoc and pulled MacGyver’s face over his own, he pushed the facial features into place and opened his eyes. “How do I look, son?”
“You look amazing, dad,” came the reply.
“Yes, this guy is fit,” the new MacGyver said, rubbing his hands across his bare chest and arms, "and pretty handsome too - now the way is open for us, Sam, nothing is going to stop us,” MacGyver laughed, replicated the voice of his enemy perfectly. He paused, looking pensive, then asked; “but if Sam isn’t the son of Malloy and MacGyver, then who is he?”
“I don’t know,” said Sam indifferently, “just some random pretty young man, that kinda looks like MacGyver, I don’t think there’s any relation between them. But hey, I’m not complaining, and the idiot believed me.” Sam’s boyish demeanour was incredibly convincing and effective at hiding the evil within, and he played the role of easygoing young man with an innocent smile and disarming laughter perfectly.
“I’m ready,” said the MacGyver imposter, having pulled on his victim’s t-shirt, jeans, socks and boots, “get the biker jackets and the rest of the gear, and let’s get going.”
“Sure thing, dad,” laughed Sam. Now they only had one final little role play to wrap up, then they’d be on their way. Murdoc had big plans for using MacGyver’s body, and Sam was the perfect partner. The two imposters went outside to get on their bikes.
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‘MacGyver’ and ‘Sam’ arrived on their motorcycles, in their matching leather biker jackets. ‘Sam’ was quickly of the bike to greet MacGyver’s boss and best friend, Pete Thornton. “Hi Mr. Thornton.”
Mr. Thornton shook his hand, “Sam. What, are you guys all packed for your trip?”
“Just finished,” MacGyver replied. “Oh, MacCyver, the Phoenix Board asked me to give you this,” Thornton said pulling out an envelope from his inner pocket.
“Pete-” said MacGyver trying to cut him off. “It’s an offer of a new contract, and it’s very generous, and I think you oughta look at it.”
“We’ve been through this before,” MacGyver said impatiently, silently pleased with how easy he could deceive even MacGyver's closest friend. “Sam, and I got a little catching up to do,” he continued and padded Sam’s face, Sam laughed.
Accepting defeat, Thornton put the envelope back in his pocket. “Well I – I told them that you wouldn’t go for it,” he paused, “You know… I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like without you around here.” That statement had the most delicious irony, thought MacGyver to himself, trying to look just a little sad. “Well, it was bound to happen – things change.”
“Not always,” replied Thornton, “good things don’t.” MacGyver and Sam both suppressed the urge to laugh. “Don’t you ever change, MacGyver” Thornton continued, clearly being moved by this ‘sad goodbye’, that both MacGyver and Sam played through. “Don’t you either,” replied MacGyver. Thornton opened his arms, and the imposter gave him a hug.
“Well, can I expect to drop in once in a while anyway?”
MacGyver placed a hand on Thornton’s shoulder, “Count on it, my friend.”
“Sam,” Thornton said and stretched out his hand to the young man again, “take care of your old man, will ya?” “You can count on it,” Sam replied delightfully, shaking Thornton’s hand a final time.
'MacGyver and son' mounted their bikes. “So – where to?” asked Sam rhetorically as he grabbed his helmet. “Somewhere else,” replied MacGyver rehearsed. Sam sent him one of his boyish smiles, after which they both put on their helmets. They started their engines and headed off. That was the end of the old MacGyver and the beginning of a new.
#body a day#male body suit#male bodysuit#male body transformation#body theft#stolen identity#identity theft#body suit tf#impersonation#imposter#male skinsuit#male bodysuit tf
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What's His Name Again?
Written for the @steddiemicrofic December prompt ‘pine’ | Rating: T | WC: 508 | CW: Modern AU, fluff, flirting (mild), swearing, inaccurate depiction of a movie’s release date (bc I just had to make this festive) | Tags: Love confession (sort of), Steve’s bi awakening, getting together. A/N: Massive thanks to @steddieas-shegoes and @wynnyfryd for organising these challenges. I learn and/or experience something new every time, from both taking part and reading. Also, apologies if this is stretching the prompt too far 😆
“Thanks for coming with me, dude. I know it’s not really your thing.”
“No problem, man. I know how desperate you are to see it. The kids can’t skip school to see the first showing, and I couldn’t let you come alone like some kind of loser.”
Steve gives Eddie a wry smile. He retrieves their popcorn and they shuffle into the padded seats at the back of the theatre.
“What else has he been in?”
“I told you. The new Star Trek movies, Wonder Woman, some thriller, I forget the name. You’ll recognise him, I swear.”
“It’s a real treat for you, huh? An actor you like, in a film about D&D?”
“Yeah, it’s niche, but I’m definitely not complaining.”
Eddie gives Steve a little smile.
Wait, is he nervous?
Steve says the name in his head again. It’s still not familiar.
“So what is it about this Chris Pine guy that you like so much?”, nudging Eddie’s elbow.
Even in the dim lighting, Steve spots his pinkening cheeks.
“Weeeelll, he usually plays the good guy, but he can play darker too. He’s got cute hair, a super-buff bod, intense eyes. Jesus, those fuckin’ eyes…”
Eddie’s voice trails off, cracking slightly.
Steve looks sideways, and sees that Eddie isn’t looking at the screen. He’s looking straight at Steve.
Oh.
Steve swallows, shifts in his seat. Tries not to make it obvious that he’s hiding the appearance of an unexpected semi.
OH.
They watch the movie mostly in silence, apart from Steve occasionally gaining clarification on D&D-related plot points and them both whooping and groaning at appropriate junctures.
Steve enjoys it more than he thought he would, admitting,
“That Chris guy is pretty good. I can see why you… like him.”
Eddie coughs.
“Yeah, he’s a pretty good actor, if, y’know, that’s your thing.”
Do it, Steve, just fucking do it.
“It’s still early, do you maybe wanna do something else before the kids get out of school?”
Eddie replies enthusiastically, “Sure!” Adding, more nonchalantly, ”I mean, sure, if you wanted to. Like what?”
“We could go back to your place? You could educate me on the finer points of D&D lore?”
A year later, Steve and Eddie are setting up a tree, celebrating their first Christmas in their new apartment.
The kids are coming over for a festive get-together. Dustin’s the first to arrive, brandishing a small package.
Eddie admonishes, “Hey, we said no presents!”
“I don't care. This is special.”
Steve tears the wrapping, revealing a DVD of ‘Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves’.
“Dustin, how did you know?”
“Dude, it was all over the pair of you as soon as you’d seen it! Since Chris Pine is basically your Cupid, we figured you might like to watch it on your anniversary.”
Eddie grabs the DVD, flings it to the sofa, and bundles his boyfriend into a loose hug.
“Don’t need it, I’ve got my very own Chris Pine right here. Cute hair, super-buff bod, intense eyes.”
He stares deeply into Steve’s.
“Jesus, those fuckin’ eyes…”
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#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddiemicrofic#steddie microfic challenge#eddie munson fluff#Steve Harrington fluff#steddie fluff#Steve’s bi awakening#Steve Harrington’s bi awakening#D&D: honour among thieves#Chris Pine#D&D#stranger things#stranger things fanfic
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Ouuggh uuu if you want maybe headcanons (if you do them ofc) w the Marble Hornets fellas (oh just Tim if I want :3) w a afab s/o who's a volleyball player?
Have u seen their uniforms???
Ouugh sorry this took a while....... i got halfway through and my phone crashed and i lost some motivation q-q
In any case, why yes nonny i have seen the uniforms, and i do take headcanon requests!
Without further adieu...
Tim, Brian and Alex with an AFAB S/O who plays volleyball!
Mild NSFW warning!! No graphic sex but a few suggestive things said
(and the worlds shittiest pickup line)
Tim:
His awkward ass!!! I see a lot of people portray Tim as this cool confidant man, but especially pre-MH I think he was a little awkward. Not quite shy, just.. awkward, as he spent a lot of his childhood in the psych ward. So that would carry over to this.
He wouldn’t stare so visibly, but he’d make it obvious he had to try not to, averting his eyes and shuffling on his feet.
I think sometimes he’d steal looks when he thinks you aren’t looking. He’d glance over, and let out a little sigh and lean back in his chair just a little bit, and you know he’s just admiring you.
how did he get so lucky?
he isn’t a huge fan of sports himself, but he’ll try his best to support you!! He’ll turn up to every game he can, make sure to sit or stand in the front row, and cheer so loud everyone looks at him and he’ll sit back down in embarrassment.
Tim is a physical touch fiend, considering he didn’t get it a lot as a child, so he loves hugs, and will probably be touching you somehow often.
the problem is, when he hugs you in uniform, he is suddenly very acutely aware of how.. much he can see of you right now, and gets all red, and won’t tell you why.
you could probably force it out of him though :3
Brian:
This mf is into it and does not hide it!!
Brians pretty much a smug asshole in canon (lovingly) so he’ll be all smug and show you off to pretty much everyone. Will not hold back on the PDA either. Will probably slap your ass in public and act confused why you’re mad at him. (Only if he knows you don’t mind ofc).
i wouldn’t put it past him to run up to you as soon as you get in the game and quite literally pick you up and kiss you and spin you around, like some scene in a shitty movie.
most ATROCIOUS pickup lines ‼️
“Hey girl, are you an overpass? Because I’d hit that” “BRIAN I JUST SAT DOWN-“
He’s canonically a nursing student, so I’ve always imagined he takes pretty good care of himself, eat well, stay fit, workout often. So you two would match!
he’d be happy to train with you, one of his love languages is quality time, and he’d get to stare at his girl in short shorts and a top anyway, so who is he to complain?
plus, you’d both be all sweaty after, and he could invite you into the shower with him.
I’m sure you can imagine what ensues.
Alex:
He was intimidated at first. I mean, look at him, he’s a twinky theatre kid, and you’re.. muscular and not afraid to show it off, clearly. I mean you could probably pick him up and throw him around, or wrap your legs around his head, or- Not that he’s thinking about that (that he would admit).
he’d stare, but unlike Bri he does NOT own it.
he won’t admit it, but he will stare at you so much. sometimes unintentionally. He thinks he’s being subtle (he is not). I mean, how is it his fault that you’re really pretty and the shorts are so short.
it’s so easy to fluster him, even if he would rather die than admit it.
tsundere ass!!! /silly
Sit on his lap all sweaty after a game and he will turn the most red you've ever seen him and stutter like all hell. he isn't blushing red though, he doesn't know what you're talking about, he just forgot the sunscreen.
Your biggest fan!!!
He'll film your games (and you KNOW mf would get the best angles even if it meant pushing other onlookers out the way). Perks of a film maker bf...
He does want you to crush his head between your thighs i'm so sorry....
#Marble hornets#marble hornets x reader#alex Kralie x reader#Brian Thomas x reader#tim wright x reader#Headcanons#requests
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So anyways I’m making my own links meet au
Here are the designs! I’ll go onto more depth about my AU if someone asks but it’s called kore links Teheheh
First: strong headed confident leader (most of the time at least) who’s loyal to a fault with a ‘no funny business’ attitude. Try’s his best to keep the rest of them in check in his own way. Keeps his secrets to himself and himself alone.
Twilight: a kindhearted farmer who despite his looks is an absolute sweetie. He’s the one who actually keeps everyone in check and is like an older brother figure to all of them. Many sleepless nights have been had via nightmares from his adventures and a longing feeling that there’s still a bit of her out there.
Kore/koreidi: a so named high priest/priestess of farore aiding the group on their quest with strange magic and odd abilities. It’s quite odd how she knows everything about everyone else but nobody knows a smidge about them or his past, Half of the time the links don’t even know if they’re traveling with the same person or not. They’re quite rambunctious and eager to see the world but also focused on the task ahead like the sands of time are slipping away from her…odd isn’t it?
Warriors:a level headed captain of the royal army who also just so happens to be second in command to the tallest and the oldest. Cocky at times as a front to others to hide the fact that he HATES how he looks, Not because he’s ugly, but because he’s the reason a war started in the first place. Will never show it but he is one flirt or cat fight away from flying off the handle. All in all he’s a good leader when he needs to be.
Sky: the sleepiest hero by far and surprisingly the one with the most education experience. In by no means should you take him for granted in any way, he may like a nap but his sword skills are unmatched even by the standards of the very first hero! Quite sassy when needed but kind and courageous! The core of what a hero should be!
Wild: a quiet yet resourceful person who tries to not think about his life before the calamity , but it’s always lurking in his mind and there’s always an urge to find links to his past (AHaHAHA). He lost his arm after his last adventure, however purah did find some spare shikah tech that they hadn’t destroyed to make a new arm for him! He’s very close to his zelda and gets insecure talking about his scars. He doesn’t know why, he can hardly remember how he got them. Guess it’s just another reminder of how he failed.
Hyrule: The sassiest hero by far! He’s somehow a hoarder and has nothing on him at the same time. However sassy he may be his resourcefulness is absolutely what makes him such a good fighter! He’s great at puzzles and surprisingly is one of the more strategic links when it comes to dungeons! He’s also quite the magic user- but prefers to keep that hidden! If they ever knew about the fairy thing…yikes!
Wind: a fun loving pirate who loves his family dearly and is better on water than land. As much as a goofball he might seem his big brother attitude and his brave nature makes him a force to be reckoned with! Also surprisingly an astronomer at heart! All in all a brave young hero with the courage of someone 100x his size!
Time: a mischievous little creature who’s main goals are to prank steal and prank more. Despite this however he’s a sweet boy who’s willing to help his friends no matter what. He’s a little confused on his age at the moment but he’s sure he’ll figure it out…eventually! As chaotic as he is he loves giving justice to those who deserve it and will do exactly that!
Ravio: the definition of “I got lost but I’m not complaining”. Ravio is a random researcher kore/koridi found who tagged along in their search for the heroes. He’s a shy man who is a coward of cowardice was a human but when it comes to those he loves a bit of courage seeps through him (though he is practically useless when it comes to fighting). Ravio is, as kore puts it : “a purple deku nut who’s either as brave as a lion or as oblivious as a rock” endearingly of corse
#links meet au#link#kore links#omg I’m so nervous#digital art#so scketchy Ik don’t mind it#I still need to make banner/cover art for this comic lol
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hiiii can you please right an angsty imagine where jack has a gf who is super talkative and rambles a lot and she’s super self conscious about because everyone in her life has complained about it and told her she’s annoying and what not so being called annoying by anyone is just super hurtful to her. maybe jack has a bad day or something and reader is trying to talk to him and starts rambling and he gets snaps and call her annoying and she just starts crying and goes and locks herself in their bedroom. jack apologizes and she says she forgives him but she’s not being her usual self and isn’t talking as much so jack has to find a way to prove to her that he really didn’t mean it and loves her talking
I Didn't Mean To
Growing up, you were always shy and reserved, but after a while you would found yourself more comfortable with being yourself and you would show a side of you that was the complete opposite of that; which was very talkative to the point of just rambling all the time. It was something you very self-conscious about because in the past, family members and ‘friends’ have made you feel incredibly embarrassed about it, so because of that it was a side to you; you always tried to hide.
Because of this, it always took you a while to open up and make friends, and that was no different when you first met Jack.
You were introduced to Jack for the time at a party you were attending to with your best friend, whose father was a renowned music producer. You were awkwardly standing next to Y/F/N as she was surrounded by group of people as she lead the conversation, when someone bumped into you.
“Sorry about that” he said.
You quickly catched on to his Kentucky accent and looked up to see Jack Harlow smiling apologetically at you.
“Oh its ok” you said lookind down embarrassed while playing with your hair.
“Hey” he said.
“Hi”
“I don’t I haven’t seen you before”
“You haven’t. I came here with Y/F/N”
He smiled.
“I’m Jack” he said reaching out for your hand.
“Y/N” you said extending your hand giving him a handshake.
“I guess this isn’t really your scene?”
You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Is it that obvious?”
“I’m pretty sure I was the only one who noticed”
“I-“
You were quickly interrupted by the DJ increasing the volume of the song to the point it became hard to hear each other.
Jack then turned to you with an apologetic smile and motion the two of you to go somewhere else quieter.
You nodded and followed him.
That’s how you ended up talking for what felt like hours with Jack in the house backyard. There was something about him that made you feel at ease but you couldn’t make out what it was.
“Sorry, I ramble a lot” you said with a nervous laugh after you end up talking about a topic you felt really passionate aboiut.
“I think it’s cute”
After he noticed you were a bit off, he turned to you.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, sorry I’m just a bit tired. I should get back home”
“I can take you home if you want, besides by the look of it I think Y/F/N is having the time of her life”
You turned to see her singing at the top of her longs and dancing with everyone to the song.
You laughed.
“Yeah, I guess so”
When he pulled up to your drive way he turn to you and smiled softly.
“I had a great time, and would like to see you again if that’s alright”
“Yeah, I’d like that”
After that, you went on your first date together. He took you to a lowkey diner and you spend all the time just laughing out loud at his jokes and just getting to know each other. Maybe it was the fact that it was just the two of you, but you found yourself growing rapidly comfortable with showing more about your talkative personality and he seemed to be very happy and enthusiastic about you showing that side of yourself to him. And even though you would sometimes apologize about it, he would be quick to reassure you that it was alright.
That night when he took you back home, he kissed you for the first time. It was magical and sweet.
Not long after, you started dating and it was like a dream. Until it wasn’t.
You would spend almost all your time staying over at Jack’s.
One night, he came back from the studio evidently stressed out.
“Hey, how was the studio session?” you put your book down and turned to him.
“It was alright” he said in a way like he was trying to convince himself of that as he walked through the door.
“You seem stressed” you said as he sat at the other end of the couch.
“It’s nothing”
“Are you sure everything is ok? You can tell me”
The truth was that Jack was the most stressed out he's ever been. Today while attending his recording studio session for his album, they realized a lot of the recordings the day before, which were about like 14 hours’ worth of recordings were somehow destroyed. And they spend most of the day trying to recover it. But ultimately, they decided to just call it a day and continue tomorrow and see how they can fix it.
As Y/N started rambling about ways he could distress himself, he could feel himself becoming increasingly more and more stressed out and he didn’t think he was going to be able to contain himself.
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU IM FINE BEFORE YOU SHUT THE HELL UP? SERIOUSLY, YOU’RE BEING SO ANNOYING RIGHT NOW. I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK.”
His face softened when he saw you silently crying as he realized what he had just done.
“Babe, I didn’t mean that, I-”
Before he could say anything else, you walked past him and locked yourself in your shared bedroom.
He followed you behind but didn’t managed to go past the door before you locked it.
He let out a sigh.
“Babe, please open the door I’m sorry”
No answer.
“I shouldn’t have snap at you…please open the door”
No answer.
At the other side of the door, you were laying in the bed crying your eyes out recalling the argument in your head over and over.
Up to this point, he was one of the few people in your life who had never made you feel self-conscious about your talkative nature until now.
Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.
It was sometime around 3 am when you woke up from your sleep. Then the silent sense of content disappeared as soon as you recalled the events from a few hours ago.
Even though you felt really hurt, you still wanted to talk to him. So, you stepped out of the bed and opened the door, and to your surprise you found Jack asleep on the floor Infront of the bedroom door.
You kneeled beside him and gently woke him up.
“Y/N. I’m so sorry, I-”
“I know. I forgive you. Do you want to come back to bed?”
He just nodded.
The next day, Jack woke up to find your side of the bed empty.
As he walked down the stairs he made his way to the kitchen, to find you making breakfast.
“Good morning beautiful” he said wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek.
You immediately went tense, and he noticed so he let go of his embrace.
“Hi”
“Everything ok?”
“Everything’s fine Jack” you said not looking at him. “Help yourself if you want”
Before he could say anything, you walked to the bedroom.
As went to grab himself some water, he started going through everything that he could’ve possibly done to make you so upset, and that’s when it hit him.
“Fuck” he said to himself as he recalled the horrible things, he told you last night.
And even though he had already apologized, he knew that wasn’t enough. He immediately dropped everything he was doing and walked upstairs to the bedroom.
“What?” you said dryly upon seeing him while you put your hair in a ponytail.
“I’ve been really stressed out about the album and Ive been taking it out on you. Last night you were just trying to make me feel better and I just snapped at you. And you didn’t deserve any of that and I’m trully sorry”
“You really hurt me you know that?”
“I know”
You could feel you’re the tears threatening to fall down.
“I guess I felt really comfortable with showing that side of me when I’m with you….the talkative side. And…..I was already kind of self-conscious about it, but last night……I just felt so hurt. Is that-” your lip quivered. “Is that how everyone else sees me, as annoying?”
“No, no, no” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re the most intelligent and interesting person I know. Like the fact you think of me everything you think about something you find interesting, makes me feel so honored. And I hate myself for making you feel insecure about it or doubt yourself. I was being an asshole and I promise it would never happen again”
You nodded.
“Don’t let anyone make you feel less of a person for being yourself. Not even me” he said wiping away your tears.
You smiled at him.
“I love you” he said.
“I love you too”
#jack harlow#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow x y/n#jackman harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x you#jack harlow x oc#jack harlow imagines#jack harlow drabble#jack harlow fanfiction#jack harlow fic#jack harlow fanfic#jackharlow#bf!jack#shy!reader#fanfic#fanfiction#jack harlow angst#jack harlow one shot#jack x you#harlow jack#jack x reader#jack x y/n#requested
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