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unoriginal-and-dumb · 2 months

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i need to know everything about your infected like. now

Okay Dokay! (I’m gonna say everything that comes to mind I might miss stuff or repeat previously said things but I love never re-reading what I wrote)

God I got a lot to say sorry, I put this at the bottom too but if anyone ever has specific questions I will be (very) happy to answer them!!!

Infected is, at face value, pretty good at kinda acting like Kasper. Which is why nobody else really seems too bothered by his switch up besides Lampert. Lampert knew him best and for REAL so, well yea you know. He would know when his best friend is acting wrongggg

I think that the virus was inside the roomba that infected has in their apartment. The irony is too perfect, because I don’t imagine Kasper being gods cleanest fella so the idea of the thing that basically wiped out his consciousness coming from something he got to try and start being cleaner. I think he would’ve gotten the roomba because Lampert was basically begging him to do something to try and fix his fuck ass apartment

The virus itself feeds off of consciousness, it overwhelms and takes over the pervious one then kinda produces a shitty copy of it so it can continue feed off any form of consciousness that could’ve been

Infected MAY have the iq of wall paper. Stupid and dumb.

Infected kinda just has like 0 form of self preservation because the virus itself doesn’t really… understand it I guess? It’s more of like a “FEELING PAIN IS A WASTE OF TIME!” Although it wouldn’t just be pain-centric. He just kinda does fuck-all because it’s fun or everyone else does it or whatever

The error pattern on his arm (and other parts of his body tbh) can spread to other things via touch, but it doesn’t really just stay there

The virus is kinda weird because it’s like. Very much digital but it also is clearly affecting him physically? So it kinda just. Is both things at once I dunno magic elevator magic virus yellow person with dot eyes and no nose what can I say.

Infected is a flat and static character, he is unchanging as is, he is only the face value personality of Kasper, it’s like trying to hold a conversation with a half baked answer machine. After a while he kinda just starts repeating things.

Infected is friends with Split and Poob, as mentioned on the wiki. It’s not even remotely comparable to what Kasper and Lampert had though (😢). They are more of like yea let’s invite Infected over to a party since he kinda seems to just stand in the corner and be a freak. They enjoy Infected’s presence, but again it’s like speaking to an answer machine after awhile

Kasper would frequently change up his look, keeping a few things like his hat always but he was like constantly trying out different colors and whatever clothing stuff, but when he became Infected he kind of jsut got stuck on the tough guys wear pink shirt era (going full npc, wearing literally nothing else because ah yes this is Kasper and I am “Kasper”)

Almost nothing truly gets to infected, yea he’s upset about pop tart but it’s all very shallow and more played off as a joke. Bros life is all sunshine and rainbows wait till he hears about taxes 😭

^ however, it’s not impossible for things to really break through for them. Albeit really just not that likely, they could be made SUPER MEGA UPSET! It’s times like that when he actually seems to have even just undertones of Kasper existing (which is why, despite Lampert HATING infected, I think there would be a time he shoves those feelings aside and tries to comfort infected because that’s still his best friends face)

Infected cannot stand be called Kasper. He ignores it for a bit but after a while he lashes out pretty badly. To be fair though, having 0 memories of someone but everyone else claiming you are them is kinda weird

Infected (specifically) would sound like cooper2723, shitty mic and all

Infected skates like skate 3. He does that speed glitch every time and nobody gets it. He also sometimes rolls full force into a curb and just flies off the skate board (he forgort)

Eczema rep as mentioned before, the stupid error texture is super extremely itchy, but that’s also why it’s spread so much because he fucking scratches the hell outta it. It also just hurts in general (LIKE IF U HAD SAND PAPER. ON UR SKIN. ALWAYS.) but again 0 sense of self preservation bruh don’t give a fuck

He wears the arm warmer to try and hide the error texture. He consciously does not really have a reason but it is in order for the virus to try and be more discreet. Not many people have really taken a notice or care at least so it’s kinda working..? (Not rlly it’s pretty obvious)

Infected HATES unpleasant a blood curdling amount. It doesn’t matter if unpleasant does literally nothing they will blame EVERYTHING on unpleasant. Uh oh bad weather? It’s that fucking gradient’s fault

Infected sometimes just starts tweaking. Like straight Blair witching or honestly even like the boss in s2 of smiling friends. He goes right back to normal but he just does that sometimes (it’s because there’s another backseat driver getting pissed off and existing again before going bed bye go the next however long)

Kasper had pretty bad anger issues but he was able to not start genuinely losing it. Infected however. Infected is gods happiest/angriest soldier

He could be a real smiler, a real big yaaaayyyyyy typa fella one second but one thing sets him off and he is a nightmare to be around. We talking cod lobby throwing shit hair pulling slur yelling type stuff

Infected lives on energy drinks.

They also don’t really sleep, it’s seen as a waste of time when he could be saying terrible things online or skateboarding off a building. Only real time he does anything that a normal human NEEDS to do is when he’s like sims 4 forced to (I.e straight up passing tf out on the floor)

I made this up because I wanted BOTH but his stupid ass SNOT, when it’s green that’s just icky snot when it’s pink that’s not snot or blood but a malicious 3rd option (the error infection thing, although it is kind of just like blood for him at least)

Infected doesn’t really realize that people change appearance over time and that’s like normal so he may do absolutely fuckall half the time but he does maintain appearance (hair cut/dye clothes) and stuff very well because they think they have to look exactly like how Kasper did at the point of infection

Errr he’s aroace :) and trans :) yah :) because kasper is :) 🧡💛🤍🩵💙🧡💛🤍🩵💙🧡💛🤍🩵💙🧡💛🤍🩵💙 yaaaayyyyyyyyyyy

Infected’s eyes actually are white, that’s not just stylistic choice. Or at least they kinda catch the light the way a cat’s does. He is very very eerie in the dark because of this. The error pattern is unaffected by lighting (because. It’s an error texture.) so that combined with white ass eyes and some guy who stands and moves like something else puppeteering a human is… eerie.

He’s Wasian! Korean-American specifically. He does have a Korean name but really just doesn’t go by it ever

This isn’t Infected-centric but relating to Kasper, he grew up mainly with his mom cuz his dad peaced tf out (lol). He did like his dad though, which is why he wore the hat all the time, at this point though he doesn’t really care about his dad and just wears it because it’s his fucking hat and he does not take that shit off

Infected constantly acts out of it, extreme fever style. Weird forgetful says nonsense half the time and just laughs at everything when he’s not busy smiling creepily

Infected is indifferent on everyone, he doesn’t particularly hold grudges (he just forgets about any arguments in general or ignores them) he only really hates unpleasant

He isn’t really enemy to anyone due to the infection trying to get a good way to spread (if ur around a bunch of people all the time, I mean likeeee)

There’s other things but this is very long and I dunno, if anyone has specific questions I’d be happy to answer!!!

#regretevator

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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sometimes jude gives himbo vibes (lets never forget he thinking mexican was a language lol) so what about headcanons of himbo jude and smart reader? I think this could be fun 😂😅

jude bellingham testing his partners patience could be like…:

you try your very best to help jude and his friend, gio, as much as you can when it comes to freshen up their general knowledge. you try. however, as soon as you talk about the first topic, a huge discussion erupts with both of them talking as loud as possible, trying to get their points through. and somehow you always end up in the middle, both of them trying to get to tell the other that their opinion is wrong.

“bro, a piranha could kill you.” gio laughs, looking at jude who only shakes his head scoffing with his hand squeezing your thigh. “not me, though.” he denies, now looking at you, in hopes that you would back him up. “don’t look at me like that, love, of course they can.” - “you should support me instead of that geezer!” he exclaims, offended that you would betray him like that. “bro, why wouldn’t it? have you seen them?” gio continued, not believing that his friend could be this naïve. “i’ll just swim away.” jude shrugged. both gio and you looked at him flabbergasted, no words found to describe how disappointed you felt.

explaining him different theories throughout the day, whether it was biology related or historical, became the new norm for you. it almost felt like playing teacher/pupil. jude somehow always comes up with the most interesting (?) questions ever. and instead of googling it or whatever, his first reaction is to go to you, the smartest person he knew. “babe, what did they say about the giraffe necks again?” - “babe, how can genes skip a generation? do they just, i don’t know, wait?” - “bro, what do you mean the proteins dissolve in heat?” you have to be patient, but also couldn’t help but coo at your boyfriends confused expression.

he uses your wide spectrum of vocabulary to roast his teammates or jobe in the group chat, never in real life, since he wouldn’t be able to pronounce everything correctly for the first time. it is usually in the evening, the two of you laying on the couch, a tv show softly playing in the background. “yo,” jude speaks up, his face focused on his phone, eyebrows drawn together and lips agape, “how do i say that he can go fuck himself and that i don’t care that he doesn’t want to do it, but, like, make it sound smart.” - “jude, what are you doing?”

sometimes, when his cluelessness gets too much for you to handle, you usually walk away, to a different room or something. just, something so you wouldn’t hit judes pretty little head with the next slipper you found. though, he is really mature and is able to keep a conversation flowing, he’d sometimes say something so out of pocket that one would have to be left alone for a while, just so you could comprehend what had happened. and jude would follow you, not giving you a chance to escape his weirdness, “bruh, c’mon it wasn’t that bad.” he’d laugh, his hands closed around your arm to pull you against his chest. “no, please.” you shake your head, trying to break free, “i can’t do this today.” -“babe! don’t be so mean.” - “love, what do you mean you thought mexican was a language? please, don’t do this to me.” hearing you say that caused him to laugh even more, eyes closed and head thrown back.

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himbo bee effs for the win

#football one shot #football x reader #x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #football #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fluff

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Hold onto me

Pairing: Aged up!19 Year old Neteyam Sully x Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You and Spider grew up like one another, left behind after the sky people perished in the war, but also like spider, you made a connection to the forest and the reef—very loved by its people. You get hurt doing something you shouldn’t have, and your mask breaks before you can react, but your best friend wouldn’t let you go.

Warning(s): Mature language, overprotective Neteyam, Mentions of death, Blood, mentions of drowning, etc (i suck at warnings)

Not proof read!!! Sorry for mistakes

Some might say that human’s don’t belong with the Na’vi, that they are alien to the clan and always will be—or how they’ll never learn the Na’vi ways. But to you, the Great War between your people and the Na’vi changed your life for the better. Unlike spider, you were loved amongst the clan—even by their Tsahìk, Neytiri. She treated you like her own, braiding your hair for you, making you new outfits to wear, offering her home to you, she was the sweetest woman you’d ever met.

Your mother was very close to the clan, kind of like grace in a way. You had many connections to the forest, but none to the reef. You also had an avatar body back in the forest, but you were always too scared to go through the transition with Eywa. You’d only been in that body once or twice, and Neytiri never pushed you, but she’d always tell you it would make things easier even though she was scared she’d lose you.

There was something about you. Something…different then spider. You were treated like one of them while he was the stray cat just walking around somewhere he shouldn’t be. When Neytiri and jake weren’t around, you had their children protecting you like their lives depended on it, never really letting you get so close to danger like spider. Along the many years of living on pandora, you befriended the oldest sully brother quickly, and he was now your best friend. You two went to each other for everything, he’d even find himself on his way to your small hut in the forest just to sit and talk during the night.

You fit in at the reef slowly but surely, seeing as Ronal didn’t know how to feel about you at first. Although she soon realized how useful you had been to the clan. You were a great healer to her surprise, better then most of the ones they had already. You were also very helpful in any aspect they needed you to be, an amazing swimmer too. You were so respected in both clans, the people would do anything for you. You were one of them.

“Y/N!” You ignored the voices behind you and jumped into the deep water, the few bodies following closely behind you. “I told you to wait for me!” You scoff at him and continue to swim, holding onto his Ilu.

“You worry too much, I’m a much better swimmer then you” you hum, tapping the mask that sat on your face before sinking underwater, letting his Ilu guide you to random spots along the floor. You could feel him watching you, ears still up with worry. It was funny, even being human you had still been a better swimmer then most of the sully family—except Kiri of course.

You soon swam back to the surface, laughing at the boys worried expression in front of you. “It’s not funny, you could drown!”

“And you can’t?” He glared at you but you didn’t care, only shrugging your shoulders with the click of your tongue. “Calm down, Forest boy. I can handle myself” The wave came at you fast causing you to sink under a little, water getting all over your mask in the process.

Before you could see the sky again, you felt strong arms pull you and you already knew it was him, practically pushing you above him and out of the water. “Ow, ow!” You whine at his tight grip and he instantly loosened up, still keeping a firm hold on your waist. He forgot how much bigger he was compared to you. “Neteyam, I was fine-“

“Fine? That’s not fine! You-“

“She’s fine, bro” You turned your head at the sound of Lo’ak’s voice, him and Tsireya approaching on their Ilu’s. “You guys wanna come see payakan?” Your face lit up but Neteyam instantly shook his head, dismissing his brother.

“No way. It’s too deep out there, what if-“

“Don’t be such a loser, Nete” His ears fall at your words while you climb onto his Ilu, running a hand along its back before smiling at the younger brother. “When are we going?”

“Y/N-“

“Right now” you nod and look over at Neteyam, his eyes staring you down with that same death stare they always gave. He didn’t want you to go but he knew you would anyway, even if he wasn’t there.

“Either come with me or I’ll go with them by myself” You always used this against him because he was way more protective over you then Lo’ak or spider. He grew up treating you how Neytiri did, respecting you and treating you like the fragile human you were.

But he was also your best friend, and he needed to protect you no matter what. With a groan, he hopped onto his Ilu behind you, connecting his queue with theirs as you giggled to yourself, one of his hands holding on and the other holding your waist firmly. He hated when you did that, when you used your life over any decision he had to make—because he knew he’d always choose you.

The water was surprisingly warm as you glided through the ocean, Neteyam refusing to go under the water because you weren’t too keen with holding onto the Ilu. You slowly approached the large animal after awhile of searching, stopping in the middle of the water as Lo’ak and Tsireya slowly sunk down into the waters.

You tried to follow but Neteyam wouldn’t let you, only making you glare at him. “Let go!” He shook his head and you groaned, trying to pry his hands from you but you knew you wouldn’t be able to. He was Na’vi, and jakes son after all. “Your such a scaredy-cat!”

“I don’t want you to get hurt” you scoff, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms. You wanted to explore, to swim with Payakan and the others. This is why you never came out with Neteyam, you tried to hide from him most days for this exact reason. “Is that such a crime?”

“What the hell did we even come here for if you won’t let me go!” You complain and he sighs in defeat, still holding you against him. “Skxawng” you mumble and he couldn’t help but chuckle, the vibrations in his chest sending through your own. “What’s so funny!”

“You, Syulang” You look at him but he wouldn’t stop, only laughing harder once you smacked your teeth. “You trying to hurt my feelings makes me laugh”

“I can handle myself” He hums, nodding his head at your words. He knew you could, but the thought of you getting hurt scared him half to death. “I’m serious, Neteyam”

“I know you can, Trust me” He sighs, sliding off his Ilu with ease and dipping his head down into the water to check where Lo’ak and Tsireya were. He pulled his head back up to your pleading gaze, practically begging him to let go. “If I let you go, you have to stay close to me”

Your eyes lit up with excitement. He’d never let up that easy before. “Really?” He raises his eyebrows and you nod your head, his hands guiding you down into the water. “Oh my god, there they are!” You both look over watching Payakan surface, Lo’ak and Tsireya laughing from afar and waving you over. “Come on!”

“You said you’d wait!” Neteyam yelled as you swam away from the boy, making your way quickly to the younger brother. He pulled you to sit along Payakan’s fin, ruffling your hair with a laugh.

“He finally let up, huh?” You push his shoulder as he laughs, Neteyam holding onto payakan’s fin to get in front of you. “Oh come on, bro. She’s fine! She used to jump through the trees like it was nothing” He glared at the two of you, shaking his head at your laugh.

“Neteyam, it’s fine” You ran your hand along the animal’s skin, smiling as it looked at you. You signed to the beautiful tulkun, telling him how pretty he had been. You loved the reef and it’s animals, it was calming to you. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so scared to go through the transition” you sigh, turning to look at the people around you.

“I’d be scared too” Lo’ak agrees, shrugging his shoulders. “Do you know where spider is? I tried looking for him before we left but he was nowhere to be found” you shake your head at the boy along with the other two, but you weren’t really thinking about that. All you could think about was going underwater, wanting to swim so bad but you knew Neteyam wouldn’t let you. True, he couldn’t tell you what to do, but he was much stronger and definitely could stop you.

“Can we go under?” You ask slightly nervous and the two next to you instantly nod, already on their way back into the water. “Neteyam?” He sighs in defeat after looking at your expression, holding his hand out to help you back into the water. You smile huge, slipping back down while taking his hand. You almost instantly followed Lo’ak and Tsireya down, Neteyam being quick to follow your trail.

You followed Tsireya through the cracks and plants, signing to her here and there once you saw something new. Lo’ak stayed behind with his brother, watching him watch you.

You are so in love The youngest brother signs, watching Neteyam roll his eyes before he began to swim faster, Lo’ak following behind him with a smile. Neteyam watched you closely, admiring how happy you looked. Your smile made his creep but he held it back before Lo’ak could see,

More animals begin to come into view around you, Neteyam’s Ilu nudging your leg as it passed you. Eywa, it was so beautiful down there. Neteyam came behind you once you stopped, smiling at Tsireya who was talking to one of the animals. He could tell you were so jealous, feeling left out like you always did—but you also knew you couldn’t do things they could.

You turn to the boy, giving him a small smile. Thank you. You sign before heading up to the girl, leaving him by himself once again.

But something was wrong—very wrong. Neteyam could feel the growing pit in his stomach while he looked around, ears perking at the thudding sounds behind him. You and Tsireya looked back at the noise as well, your body carrying itself over to him before you could think.

Stay close he signs to you, fingers intertwining with your own. Sighs of relief leave your body when you see Lo’ak swimming toward you, but just before you could shake it off—the large shadow behind him catches your attention.

Neteyam quickly calls to his Ilu and your almost instantly scooped up, trying to track down Tsireya but she was nowhere to be found. You tugged at his arm but he shook his head, only worried about getting you out of there. You caught a glimpse of the animal as it swam past you, it was an Akula. One of the most dangerous animals in the sea. You needed to get out now, before you got hurt.

But it wasn’t until you felt the firm grip on your arm tear away, and Neteyam was no longer next to you. His Ilu swam away, and you were left alone in the open ocean, barely keeping your self afloat. You felt so scared, so lost without anyone around you. Everyone was gone, everyone was gone and you were left to fight for yourself against this huge animal.

When you thought it had been safe enough, you quickly tried to swim to the top, moving your arms and legs frantically not bothering to look behind you. You should have known it would’ve never been that easy, because In just seconds you were thrown halfway across the area you had came from, body colliding with one of the many rock structures.

You could barely open your eyes as water began to fill your mask, fear taking over your now bleeding body. Your mask is broken—on pandora.

Just as the huge animal was about to charge back at you, Payakan came clashing against it, your body getting swept up by a moving force under you. Originally, you thought it was Neteyam or Lo’ak, but to your surprise, the smaller creature under you was trying it’s best to keep you on its back, swimming with its queue wrapped around your arm.

Neteyam’s Ilu. You knew it was unusual for an animal to create a bond with anyone but their rider, but it felt like his was yours, always at your beck and call just like him. Once you reached the surface you could hear her cries as she approached a small rock island, Neteyam finally coming to view.

He was on his knees on the rock, one hand out for you to grab while his other held his side, small grunts of pain leaving his mouth. He had been wounded—he sent his Ilu to get you because he couldn’t.

After noticing your broken mask, his heart practically dropped from his chest. Lo’ak and Tsireya quickly reaching the two of you with calls of urgency to leave. “Come on! We have to go!” Lo’ak urged but soon realized your struggle to walk straight onto the rocks surface, struggling to breath the thick air they so easily did.

“Y/N!” Neteyam called loudly as you slowly felt your air cut off, your feet stopping almost instantly as you clawed at your throat. “Come on!”

“N-Nete!” You manage to choke out and look at him with the most fearful eyes he’d ever seen, Lo’ak and Tsireya now noticing at the same time. “M-my mask is broken!”

His head whipped back around to you, watching you fall to your knees with a gasp. He quickly caught you, pulling you into his arms while he tried to cover the hole in your mask, obviously not achieving much. “Shit! Lo’ak! We have to get her out of here, now!”

You couldn’t focus on anything as your vision became blurry, fear being the only thing you felt as Neteyam moved quickly with you onto Payakan, trying his hardest to calm you with the desperate words against your ear. You couldn’t breathe—God, you couldn’t breathe! You couldn’t cry, you couldn’t move, only suffer the loss of air making it to your lungs.

“I’m gonna get you help just hold your breath, Baby. I’ve got you—we’re almost there” His hands caressed your hair, voice becoming frantic while watching you struggle under him. “Great mother—fuck!” He watched as a single tear fell from your eye and he cupped your small face, tears threatening to fill his own. “Your okay. I won’t let anything happen to you”

His heart burned with fear—screaming for help as you approached the village. Even far away, the clan were able to notice you coming because of the large animal you’d been riding on. Neteyam’s wound hurt worse but he couldn’t pay attention to anything except you, trying his hardest to calm your fear.

“We’re here, we’re here—it’s gonna be okay” He takes your small hand into his own, but just as you look at him for the last time, your air had already ran out. “Y/N” Suddenly, everything felt blank. Everything felt silent. You stopped struggling, and your once loving eyes turned into nothing—that exact moment is when he lost it.

“Neteyam!” He couldn’t hear his fathers voice or anyone else’s behind him as he yelled your name, tears falling down his cheeks like waterfalls. Everything was static, nothing was there but you.

“Great mother! Please!” He begs, pulling your heavy head against his chest as the clan approached, Jake quick to run to his screaming sons aid. “No! No, no, no!” His cries were so loud, practically alerting all of the villages around the reef. He couldn’t let you go, he wouldn’t let you go.

Jake felt his heart tear into two at the sight in front of him, Neytiri coming up behind him to see what was going on. “Neteyam!” He had to hold her back once she realized what was going on, her own sobs still not enough to cover up her sons. “Get her something! We need the healer now!” Her voice was frantic but still nothing could be heard by Neteyam, his eyes and ears were only set on your lifeless body.

“It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t of let you out there—I shouldn’t have took you” He hugs your head, voice cracking at every word. The whole clan watched him fall apart, Neytiri desperately trying to get ahold of the healer.

“Brother, it will be alright” Kiri’s hand against his shoulder was enough for him to snap to reality, looking back at her with his eyes stained with tears. He felt your body lift up and he instantly turned back, watching as a few of the guys from the clan picked you up. “Neteyam!” He tried to follow you but his father stopped him, only to earn a single push against his chest.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jake stood there unable to respond as Neytiri sat crying for you, following the clan’s members to the healers pod. “She needs me! I need to go!”

“You know you can’t, it’s too crowded. Please, just wait-“

“Wait? She can’t breathe! And it’s all…it’s all my fault” His knees practically buckled under him, body sinking to the sand in front of the whole clan. It felt unreal—the pain in his heart was almost unbearable. Now, Jake noticed the blood pooling from his sons abdomen, falling to the ground to hold his sobbing mess of a son. “I’m supposed to protect her! I’m supposed to protect her, dad” his words stunt his chest like a thousand bees while his dad shushed him, Lo’ak now sunk to the ground as well only a few feet from them.

Guilt filled the youngest brother, tears brimming his eyes as he stared at the blood on his hands. He told you to go—he said it would be okay. His mother raised them to protect you and he couldn’t even do that. This was more then guilt and sadness, it was disappointment.

Lo’ak couldn’t watch his brother fall apart over you, not imagining the pain he was feeling. You and Neteyam were best friends but in everyone else’s eyes, you were so much more.

They needed you. The sully family needed you. But now, you’d never be able to experience the love he had for you—all because they didn’t listen.

There WILL be a part 2 to this! Stay tuned, this is just a small little thing to keep y’all occupied while I procrastinate the smut writings 💀

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x you #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam x reader #avatar james cameron #atwow neteyam #neteyam angst #neteyam gif #neteyam fluff #neteyam x human reader

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slashersteve · 1 year

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Dream Girl

pairing: Walter “Keys” Mckey/Female Reader

summary: Keys helps you pass a seemingly impossible boss battle in a video game you’ve been playing.

warnings/extra tags: cursing, a kiss kiss, probably ooc keys? I tried 😔, poor hacking things i got very vague but for this imagine just trust me bro, beta read, edited by me so if i missed anything pls ignore :')

note: Consider this my debut to writing Keys and who knows…maybe I’ll write more of him 👀 also yall this has been in my drafts for decades and today i was like?? it's bri's birthday, so i should post this right??? happy birthday @userdjo !! Thank you for reading and enjoy ♥️

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“I'm not doing it.”

"Why not?”

“Uh, because it's too risky?”

“Seriously? Too risky? Do you hear yourself right now?”

Keys was standing across from you, leaning on the kitchen counter holding a cup of coffee that he had only taken a single sip of seeing as the moment you heard the coffee maker come to life you stalked out of your own office to try to convince him to do what you wanted him to do all morning.

“Keys!” You were exasperated when he didn’t reply to your rhetorical question.

He just wanted to spend a bit of time during his break to look at something that wasn’t a screen of codes he could read like the morning paper. He wanted to talk to you in this kitchen like you always did throughout the day and unfortunately your conversations had to be this.

“We could get into a lot of trouble, I could get into a lot of trouble,” Keys told you firmly, to which you scoffed and crossed your arms, “I’m serious.”

“Only if you get caught, which I know you won’t,” you replied, before huffing and adding, “Where did this goody two shoes attitude come from? You literally took down an entire gaming company by causing trouble with Millie.”

Keys sighed, turning away from you as he set his mug down and brought one hand to his face to remove his glasses just so he could properly pinch his nose. That was different, and you knew it, but still wanted to try and guilt him into helping you.

“And you can’t do it yourself?” He asked, fully knowing that you couldn’t because you wouldn’t be asking him otherwise. If you could you wouldn’t be bugging him so much, pushing him to do what you wanted.

“I’d get caught, we both know it. Nobody can do it but you- Millie probably, but she’s not here,” you explained, “Come on, please? If you do it I’ll do every coffee run for the rest of the month.”

You were trying to bargain now, which amused Keys as he wiped the lens of his glasses before sliding them back over his eyes.

“Yeah me hacking into a game of another company is definitely worth you doing coffee runs,” he said sarcastically, resting his eyes back on you. You shrugged weakly and shot him a sort of sheepish smile, not caring that he was obviously irritated with you.

“I think it is- unless anything else is up for grabs? Anything you know…you would like?”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he felt his chest tighten slightly, unsure exactly what you were getting at and suddenly being afraid that you did know. The sight of his expression had you smirking before you said, “She is my best friend- like yours- but girls mostly listen to each other…I could potentially lead her in your direction. You know…get that date you’ve always wanted lover boy.”

Keys blinked, understanding after a moment or two that you were talking about Millie and the hopeless crush he had on her, something he had confessed to you a while ago. Just that, nothing else…thank god.

“Don’t-“ Keys laughed awkwardly, “Don’t. I actually don’t like her like that anymore.”

You gave him a look, and he felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassed by the mention of his old crush on her. Not because he was embarrassed of being in love with Millie once, but because he had thought you had known something else now, that had nothing to do with Millie but with the woman standing in this kitchen with him.

“Oh…when did that happen?” You questioned him, not believing a single word that just came out of his mouth. Truth be told, long before he confided in you his crush, you had been aware of it. How could you not be? It was the way he looked at her, brown eyes longing and yearning. He had it bad for her, for years, so it was hard to believe he’d moved on, that he’d fallen out of love.

“A while ago, actually, just sort of happened one day,” he replied awkwardly, eyes flashing to his watch. He had a few minutes left before he had to go back in there and start coding again. You both worked from home, made up your own hours and he liked to keep a more timely schedule than you did.

“Huh,” you said, still curious as to how that happened at all, but knowing he was going to be escaping back to his office/room was enough to make you set it aside and continue your prior conversation bargain.

“Anything else then? I’m really desperate here Keys, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if I wasn’t, you know this,” you continued, watching as he picked up his basically untouched coffee and pushed himself off the counter, ready to return to his coding.

“The coffee runs do sound nice, but like I said, not worth it,” he told you again, this time a bit more firmly and now it was you getting frustrated with him as you followed closely after him through the living room.

“Oh come on! I can do it for longer? The rest of the year- Keys!” You grabbed his arm, the one that wasn’t holding a coffee thankfully as it definitely might’ve spilled, “I’m begging you, do you want me to get down on my knees and beg to show you how serious I am?”

He cheeks suddenly became flushed as you started to descent to your knees and he had to catch you to keep you from doing that. The last thing he needed was to know how you looked when you’re on your knees in front of him. The last thing.

“No! You don’t have to-“ he said a bit too frantically. You stared at him, confused by his sudden behavior (even noticing his suddenly very pink cheeks and wide eyes underneath his glasses). Keys blinked rapidly for a moment, before he turned his head and cursed, “Alright alright, it may take a day or so- we need to make sure our schedules are clear- which means you gotta do work.”

He gave you a pointed look, knowing your tendency to move away from your work computer to what you called your fun gaming one whenever you felt like it.

“Oh yeah of course!” you replied like you did work all the time, “If that’s what it takes then hell yeah, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

You didn’t say it like a joke, which made him swallow thickly at your words and push down some thoughts he’d been having about you lately. Some romantic, some not so romantic and more in the carnal sense. Both equally terrified him and made him feel a sense of guilt.

It didn’t help that your favorite lounge at home outfit was a sports bra and biker shorts you usually paired with a zip-up hoodie that you never zipped up. It was mostly that pretty silver chain necklace you wore all the time and how it would fall underneath the fabric of your bra, making his eyes and thoughts wander to forbidden places.

Something he was doing right fucking now. It was almost like getting caught in a spell of some sort, which embarrassed him greatly.

You were too distracted by the fact that he technically agreed to helping you out to notice his eyes resting on your chest area, “I can’t believe you’re going to do this for me- okay- okay you get back to work and we’ll meet up tonight?”

You were giddy, almost bouncing in your spot and Keys suddenly snapped out of his trance caused by you, and he quickly forced his eyes to meet yours, realizing you’d just been speaking and that he wasn’t listening.

“Uh- yeah- yeah totally,” he told you in an attempt to not sound like a creep. You didn’t notice though, you didn’t notice a lot of things actually, and you merely flashed him an excited grin before you turned and jogged back into your own room, for the first time being excited to do some work and actually complete it.

Keys just stood there long after you had slammed your door shut, long after you probably sat at your computer and started replying to messages or reworking some mods like you were supposed to.

He felt like an idiot. A fool. Yet another hopeless fool who developed feelings for somebody he was close to, somebody in the same friend group.

He hadn’t intended for it to happen. It had always been Millie, not that anything was wrong with you of course, he just had some odd attachment to her because for a long time he considered her to be his dream girl, but after a long hard look at himself and their friendship he knew that’s all she would ever be.

And he was okay with that…eventually. Eventually his heart stopped fluttering in his chest when their eyes would meet, eventually his mind was no longer foggy and warm when they spoke. Eventually, he felt nothing but a platonic love that would always be there to stay.

With you, he wasn’t anticipating feelings like that to come up. It honestly came out of no where one day. Millie and Mouser had left, and you decided to stick around a little longer.

Keys wasn’t used to being alone with you, as at the time you were closer to Millie only and you two were like a package deal. So when you said you’d stay, Keys suggested you two play a game of your choice as an ice breaker. You chose this shooter game, 1v1, or on a team together online. That would be his choice and he decided to go with 1v1, not wanting to deal with teammates he didn’t know as he wasn’t up for a headache or trash talking from strangers or kids who aren’t being monitored by their parents and cursing like sailors.

He didn’t catch the wicked look in your eyes when he chose that one.

Keys learned very quickly how much you liked shooter games, even ones at the arcades. Your aim was impeccable and your sportsmanship was completely out of the window. You quipped back and forth like old friends, teasing him when he’d lose, cursing him when you lost, which wasn’t as often as Keys would’ve liked.

It was fun, very fun, and you ended up spending the entire night with him, playing your favorite games, and his favorite ones. Then, you just talked and got to know each other better.

Keys had liked you before that, and it was after that he started to like you more. And when you and him moved into together- things changed. They changed a lot.

He really liked you, but like with Millie, he was probably forever going to keep it to himself because how could you ever like him in return? He was your friend, and you knew he had been hopelessly in love with your best friend- he couldn’t see that working out. Not one bit, even if it broke his heart knowing that it wouldn’t.

Like Millie was, you were just another dream girl, and like her again, he eventually learn to be okay with that. It’s what was keeping him going, honestly, but he knew it would take longer as you were around him constantly. Eventually, he told himself as he took a sip of his now cold coffee, eventually.

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Keys had gone to bed the minute he finished up.

He washed his face, taken off his shirt and put on his pajama pants, took off his glasses, and laid spread on his bed under the covers on his stomach. One side of his face was nuzzled into his pillow, heavy eyes shutting on their own accord, mind ready to be overcome by well deserved sleep.

Just as he felt sleep wash over him, something had weighed down the mattress from his left side. Well, not something, more like somebody had.

He opened one eye to see you on his bed, and he quickly sat up, moving away from you as he asked what the heck you were doing in his bed like this. You were taken back by his reaction, but then raised a brow before saying, “We agreed to meet up tonight, remember?”

Keys just stared at you, blinking wildly as he tried to remember if that was true. You shifted in your spot, spreading your thighs a little more so you could actually sit on his bed. He let his eyes move down for only a split second, though his vision was blurry, before forcing them back up at you.

“I seriously don’t remember, just-“

“God relax,” you suddenly said, a smile starting to grow on your lips, “You’re so nervous by a girl being in your bed.”

You were teasing him again, and he coughed into his hand before he shook his head and said in an attempt to change the subject, “I told you it might take all day, we can’t start tonight we’ll be up for hours.”

You frowned now, “Then why’d you agree tonight? You said ‘yeah totally’ I remember.” You pointed at him, and Keys suddenly recalled that he did say that to you- he had just been distracted that he didn’t know what he was agreeing to.

He cursed under his breath, knowing that you weren’t going to go away at all, but thinking he should keep his word as well, especially when you titled your head and gave him what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. You even fluttered your lashes and stuck out your bottom lip.

“Fine, get everything set up-“

“Already done,” you replied, already moving to stand, and you gestured him to follow you as you took long strides out the door. Keys could only grab his glasses, forgoing a shirt, so he could keep up with you.

Everything was set up, the game, the laptop with the games codes there- he was sure you made sure IP addresses couldn’t be tracked as the last thing your guys new gaming company needed was a scandal that involved one of the key founding members hacking into a game made by a separate company. Why on earth did you want to do this? It was insanely risky.

You moved to sit on a stool you had brought in from the kitchen, leaving your vibrant teal gaming chair to Keys. He sat in it, eyes glossing over the game and he asked you for clarification what it was you wanted him to do exactly.

“I’m having trouble with the items- okay so every time you buy one the price goes up and it goes insanely high- insanely that it makes it impossible to buy more,” you explained, “So I need you to either keep the prices from going up, or to give me infinite items or coins. That one sounds great.”

Keys ran his hand through his hair and laughed at your request, and said teasingly, “You know you can just earn all those coins by being a better player.”

He felt your hand lightly smack his shoulder, “I’ve been on this for weeks, Keys, and I’m desperate. This boss is kicking my ass and I’d like an infinite amount of healing potions.”

Rather than going to the coding, he actually moved to the game instead, starting it up and waving you off when you asked him what he was doing.

“I just want to see which boss is kicking your ass so much that you want to cheat,” he told you, and you started to protest, knowing that this was one the games he actually introduced you to and would definitely tease you when he found out which one it was.

Keys promptly ignored you as he loaded up to your last mission, and as his eyes danced around the screen, taking in the familiar surroundings and music even, he started to laugh and shake his head- doing exactly what you were afraid of.

“Alright yeah laugh it up-“

“No, no I actually don’t blame you,” he said with another shake of his head before he pushed his hair out his face, “I think I stopped playing for a while because of this fight. Have you gotten asked to play easy mode yet?”

He was looking at you now, and you moaned in distress before nodding. Keys laughed, remembering how this particular boss battle had humbled him and other players who thought they were god at video games greatly. He leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together and resting them over his chest.

“It’s a bad idea,” he told you again, this time more firmly, “Also I’m sorry- I’m not going to let you cheat. We’re beating this guy here and now.”

He was turning away from you to look back at the screen, and you groaned.

“Keys there’s no way- no fucking way we’re going to beat him- you said even you had trouble,” you tried, “Just let me go the cheating route.”

You grabbed the laptop, but Keys had taken it from you swiftly, shutting it and setting aside as you grumbled at him.

“No you’re going to beat this guy fair and square, we just need to replay missions, get every objective checked off…” he trailed off as he started moving the character away from the boss battle zone. You just sat beside him, dreading the idea of having to go back to do all that.

“Keys…” you moaned in complete despair, “That’ll take too long.”

“It won’t, I’ll help you,” he replied back, and dropped your head on his shoulder while he grinned, amused by your reluctance to replay any of this.

“Fine, fine, we’ll take turns,” you said, lifting your head up so you can look at the screen. Keys agreed to these terms.

A few hours had passed, you and Keys switching off who plays and who watches- and Keys was a much better player than you were at this particular game, getting through past battles you also had trouble with and barely passed with ease, slicing through the bosses like butter, and going on his merry way. You were almost embarrassed honestly whenever it was your turn, but he sat beside you on that stool, and just helped you.

Normally, whenever you played together or watched the other play a single player game (a sort of ritual you two had every other night when you were both available) you’d go hard on each other for every little mistake.

“Uh triangle is the top button Keys? Need to study the controls a little longer there big guy?”

“Haha- if you’re just going to be so critical the door's over there…”

All would end with a laugh and you leaning back on his bed as you continued to watch him, teasing him within the next few minutes.

Right now though, he’d still occasionally tease here and there, but it wasn’t condescending or serious enough to irritate you. You actually liked it, liked him sitting next to you, leaned in slightly so he was closer to you and the screen, telling you directly in your ear what to do, when to trigger your characters power, what weapons you should go with- you liked him being so close, and especially liked it when you did good and he praises you.

It really urged you to play well, wanting to hear those words again.

Then, you got to the boss you’ve been having so much trouble with you wanted to cheat your way into beating him. By now it was past midnight, closer to 1 in the morning, and you have both been at it for at least another hour or so- switching spots again and again as you did your best to fuck the boss up. He was the only one who got closest and you at least got farther than you normally would…more than half of his life had been down before you were taken out.

“Yup- I’m dead,” Keys said with a sigh. He leaned back, pressing the back of his head on the gaming chair and you grumbled, knowing you were next to try.

“Don’t even move,” you said in a gruff voice as you moved from the stool and sat onto his lap. Keys eyes widened when he felt you there, hands moving to grasp your hips almost instinctively but quickly dropping them as if it was a crime to hold you.

“What are you-“

“I’m going to die real quick, so you moving would be a waste,” you said, shifting slightly before you restarted the mission. Keys just say there staring at the back of your head, trying to fight the heat that was overcoming him.

You weren’t putting your weight fully down on him, your own feet touching the floor and holding yourself upright as you clicked away at the keyboard, too concentrated on the game to notice Keys having a slight panic attack underneath you or how tense suddenly became.

Curse words were slipping through your lips toward the game, and you shifted in your spot again, making him hold onto you once more, deciding to look over your shoulder now and focus on the game and not how you felt on his lap.

You were doing pretty well, actually, dodging with precision, getting well aimed hits on the boss. Your characters power bar was growing drastically, and when the bar was full you managed to trigger it at the perfect time.

“You know, for somebody’s who not even trying you’re doing pretty damn good,” Keys mumbled, leaning forward so his head was over your shoulder. Focusing on the game had been successful in distracting him from your current position.

You merely hummed in response, acknowledging his compliment, and the villain’s health bar was so low- it was in the red and Keys said, “Holy shit! You almost got him!”

He held his breath, and also you, as he watched you dodge some his quickest attacks that you struggled with before triggering your character's power again and putting the boss to sleep with one final blow and a final scream.

You just stared at the screen, in pure disbelief, and perhaps a dash of denial that you’d finally beaten this fucker who had been haunting you for weeks now, taunting you every time you looked at your computer screen. You did it, you beat him - or did you?

"Did...did I actually beat him? Or did I fall asleep watching you play and this is a fever dream? Please tell me this is fucking real-"

“It's real! You kicked his ass!” Keys was practically hugging you from behind and you threw your hands up and shouted with excitement, the smile on your lips wide as you really took in that you finally beat him.

"See! You didn't need to cheat," Keys told you from behind, making you laugh and move to stand, making Keys let you go as you did. He stood up too, and you were turned around to hug him tightly, which seemed to have taken him off guard.

Keys settled into your tight embrace, returning it by wrapping his arms tightly around you before you tilted your head up at him with a wide grin on your lips.

He looked down at you, “He wasn’t worth hacking into a game, right?”

"I mean if we cheated it wouldn't be almost...2 in the morning right now," you joked, making him laugh, his lips pulling into a sweet smile as his brown eyes held your gaze, "But...no you're right...totally not worth that."

He nodded, happy that you agreed with him.

"Thank you, Keys, I mean it...just thank you, I know it's just a video game but you know...this stuff is basically our life, so just...thanks," you told him truthfully.

Keys sucked in a tight breath before he nodded, "You're welcome, anything for you honestly...except you know...hacking into a beatable game."

He made you laugh, again, and because he was pretty sleepy right now with the adrenaline rushing off, he couldn't really hide the way he was looking at your lips.

There was little light in the room, with only your bedside lamp and the light emitting from your computer screen behind you. It reflected back at you slightly, courtesy of those cute glasses Keys wore, but you could see his eyes weren't on yours.

You honestly don't know what compelled you, the adrenaline that still coursed through your veins from the win, or maybe the fact that you were still holding each other like a separated couple reunited- you couldn't really pinpoint it, but you were starting to lean forward as if you were going to kiss him...well...you were going to kiss him.

Until he was leaning away, causing you snap out of it. Your eyes widened as they snapped upward to rest back on his. He looked so very confused and your felt your cheeks heat up immediately with embarrassment, feeling like an idiot that you just about almost stole a kiss from him without asking.

“What...what was that?” Keys asked you, attempting to keep his voice as steady as possible as he felt his heart start to race and his stomach between to twist and turn with nerves.

You were pulling away then, saying in an exasperated tone, “Nothing- sorry- I think I just got too caught up in the moment.”

You were trying to laugh it off, make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal what you were about to do and you stumbled backwards, wanting to shut the game off for the night and lay under your covers in your own embarrassment.

Keys just watched you, piecing together exactly what you were close to doing- how close you had leaned in, how your eyes had looked- were those what they call kiss me eyes?

His heart nearly swelled in his chest and he grasped your arm gently, making you turn to meet him with a curious expression and he asked, “Were you about to…kiss me?”

Your expression turned horrified.

“What? No,” you said, panic rising in your voice before you cleared your throat and continued to say, “I wasn’t- no- did it…did it look like it? Because I wasn’t...”

He blinked a few times, knowing that you were lying. He knows what he saw, and he knows you and your tells, the way you refused to keep eye contact, and would press your lips together as if conflicted. You were lying, and you were embarrassed. He didn’t like that you were.

"Well! Anyway! Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it and uh- we should totally do this again. Well we probably will but-"

“No wait I wasn't finished," Keys said, making you pause and look up again to meet his gaze. He looked serious now, less shocked and more...determined. You didn't know what to say or do, just standing there and waiting for him to finish.

"Just..if you were trying to kiss me…I’d be totally okay with it,” he said, his voice a little softer. Your eyes widened softly at this statement.

"Really?" you asked, and he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he nodded.

Things had suddenly grew tenser, the room quieter and darker, more intimate. You hadn't ever expected to be in a situation like this with Keys, sure you sometimes thought about Keys romantically, but you quickly stopped those because you had always known Keys was in love with Millie.

He was cute, he always had been, you had thought so since you first met him. He was funny...smart, the best video game partner, and roommate, coworker...friend, it always struck you as odd that Millie never saw him the same way he saw her.

And here he was, looking at you how he looked at her, except it felt like something even more and he was basically asking you to kiss him. And you wanted to, you wanted to so bad suddenly, but conflict raised in you because of the fact you thought it was always Millie he loved, wondering in these split seconds if he was suddenly into you because he couldn't have her.

He must've seen this, your hesitation, and he swallowed thickly before starting to speak, "I've actually...liked you for a long time now, you asked me when I lost feelings for Millie and...I think- now I know...it was when I met you because...yeah...it's you."

He trailed off awkwardly, and you watched as his cheeks dusted pink and his eyes shifted away from you. You couldn't really believe what he had just said, but when he finally got the courage back to look at you...you knew he was telling you the truth.

And you were leaning in, tilting your head upwards so that you could press your lips gently against his. You practically felt his breath get taken away as your lips touched his, just before he returned your gentle, almost shy kiss.

You both leaned away at the same time, your heart pounding in your chest and your eyes fluttering open as your eyes met. A small smile had returned to his lips, and suddenly you felt his hand in your hair as he grew more confident and you both leaned in to kiss a second time, this time the kiss was longer, your lips melding together tenderly as you titled your head to deepen it.

Then, things went further...because of you mostly. Your hands planted against his bare chest as you made him walk backwards, your lips never leaving each others and he was on your bed with you settling into his lap, straddling him.

Keys looked up at you through his lashes, his hands placed onto your waist, in almost the same way they were placed moments before when you on his lap playing and defeating the boss. His body felt so warm against yours, and you were sure your body was just as warm against his.

You moved your own hands to his hair, and said, "Do you want to keep playing, Keys? Or do you wanna keep doing this?"

He seemed taken back by your suggestion, but laughed breathlessly as he said, "Yeah...yeah let's keep doing this."

#ngl this was inspired by the feeling i got when i couldn't beat the first boss in devil may cry #didn't have a cute boy to beat it for me #just my sister LMAO #keys x reader #walter keys mckey x reader #keys imagine #walter keys mckey imagine #walter keys mckey #free guy #free guy imagine #joe keery

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shopping spree

pairing: argyle x afab reader

word count: 3k

summary: You go on a shopping spree with Argyle and found this beautiful sundress and skimpy bikini. Argyle loved one more than the other though.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), idk if this is a warning but it’s a sorta modern au

a/n: this literally took me all day so i'm sorry. i really did not pull through with this. if you have anything in particular else, let me know <3 also i love writing argyle saying bro and dude in a romantic way also also i poorly proofread so don't hate me.

As spring break rolled around, you decided that your closet could use an update. Your closet was filled with over vibrant long sleeves, long pants, and clothes that required a good reason to wear it outside. Maybe a new skirt? Or even a new blouse? All you know is that you needed something new. You don’t really have that many girlfriends to go with, so who else but your boyfriend , Argyle, to take you on this frivolous adventure. You heard the honk of the van and rushed out the door.

“Hey, dude!” Argyle greets as you shut the door of the van. His smile widening as you make yourself comfortable.

“Hey, man,” you say, struggling to reach for your seat belt, “you ready to roll?” He playfully scoffs and puts the car into drive. He bobbed and weaved through the neighborhood, and honest to god, you could feel your heart rate speeding up from how fast he was going. But, you trust him, he wouldn’t harm you, even by accident.

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You arrived at the mall in one piece, thankfully, but now comes the hardest part. Trying to find a store that deems worthy. You settle on Spencers and hastily walk in with Argyle. It wasn’t because it scared you, it was just the back wall encounter would be a different story to talk about with Argyle. You nervously look through the clothes, trying to find something comfortable you could wear that wasn’t inappropriate for the family, but it was either that or some musician shirt. Argyle on the other hand was eating it up. He picked himself a ‘Fet’s Luck’ shirt and started huffing out in excitement. You roll your eyes playfully, accepting nothing in here would be of use to you. Argyle, on the other hand, makes it to the checkout to get his shirt and exits the store with you.

“Where to next, dudette?” He says as you attach yourself to his arm, smiling.

You both walk towards the nearest Forever 21. You don’t usually shop here but it’s time for a change of pace. You look through their spring collection and browse. You finally stop in front of the swimwear collection. You aimlessly look through with Argyle right beside you, wondering what could look good for this year’s swimming activity. Suddenly, a simple black string bikini piece catches your eye.

“How about this!” You say looking at Argyle. He was looking at the strings, eyes widened and mouth hanging.

“Where is the rest of it?” He says picking up the two piece.

“That’s how it’s supposed to look.” You say rolling your eyes. Quickly, you find your size and hold onto it, continuing your shopping. You hand Argyle the bikini when you found the cutest sundress. You grabbed the dress and pressed it against your body, imagining what you would look like with it on.

“How about this?” You say grabbing Argyle attention. His mind is all over the place. The thought of you in the dress could simply be the death of him. The dress exposed your collar bones and fit pretty around your torso and chest. The length of the dress could hit the floor with a high slit. You could see yourself sitting pretty in the dress while Argyle could see you underneath him with the dress on. This time with his hair tied.

“It’s dope.” He stutters looking back and forth from the dress and you. Your smile shown, thinking that this dress could be perfect.

“Could you be a doll and hold onto these for me as well, please?” You pout, hoping he would say yes. How could he say no when you’re too sweet? He nodded and followed you around like a puppy. You grabbed more items and started piling them up in Argyle’s hands.

Finally, you decided it was time to check out. Argyle puts all the clothes on the counter and huffs out. Any longer his arm’s would've fallen. The cashier looked defeated with the way the pile of clothes sat and waited to be scanned. They begrudgingly began scanning the clothes and put them into bags. You paid for your things while Argyle took the initiative to hold your bags. He insisted on taking them for you since you guys were here for you.

You couldn’t help but think Argyle was being super kind to you. So you wanted to reward him. You both make your way to the food court, ready to eat something up.

“What do you want to eat?” You ask as you both found your way to a table for two. He mentions a pretzel at Auntie Anne’s and attempts to get up to go buy one. You push him back down onto the seat and tell him you’ll be getting it for the both of you. He emphasized that he should get it but you reluctantly disagreed and told him to stay with the bags.

Argyle finally listened as he sat back down. You gladly make your way to get you guys a pretzel and a drink. One for the both of you. You safely made it back to the table without any harm to the food.

“I wanted it to be my treat,” you say, handing him his pretzel, “ since you’ve been so kind as to hold my things for me.”

“I would do anything for you.” He breathed out and blushed. Argyle lost his train of thought while you smiled at him. He was enthralled with you from the beginning. You knew Argyle could be all sweet but each time he does it, it always makes your heart flutter.

Luckily, you and Argyle felt that it was time to head home, so you both prepared to get ready to leave, throwing away your respective trash and making your way to the exit.

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Arriving home, you see your parents are still gone, so you invite Argyle in. Your parents knew you were going to be with him all day and they trusted the both of you, which you were thankful for. They wanted to give a bit of freedom before the two of you are about head into your first year of college in a couple months. This was the first step into freedom. As you both walked into your room, you had the marvelous idea.

“Hey, babe, let me go put these on and rate them for me, please?” You ask as you take your bags. “Of course, bro.” He says as he kisses your forehead and sits on your bed waiting. You promptly leave the room, bags in hand, and begin to head for the bathroom. You started off mild, wearing clothes you know that probably won’t be on the floor tonight. Yet, each piece you put on, Argyle loved, he couldn’t really see a flaw in each outfit. Argyle could never say that you didn’t look amazing in anything you bought. He loved you and whatever you wore just enhanced it. All the pieces were breathtaking to him.

Finally, the two pieces that you were holding off. You slipped on the bikini and looked into the mirror. You never really saw your body like this but you feel confident. You inched your way back to your room with a waiting Argyle.

His jaw dropped as you walked through the door. Now you started feeling a bit more self-conscious about what you wore. Argyle though was eating it up. Trying to save this image in head so he could remember this when he dies. Which he also hopes isn’t until a super long time.

“What do you think?” You say while twirling around. Argyle was still sitting in silence, brain full of the thought of you. He was at a loss of words, he wanted to go on and on about how you look amazing like how you did in the other clothes but he was literally at a loss of words.

“You can say you don’t like it.” You tease as you walk to him. You reached him and he pulled you closer to him. All Argyle could do was a hasty laugh. His hands crept up onto your waist, hugging you. He was slouching, allowing him to look up at you for once and you looked down at him, smirking.

“How could I hate this?” He says as he slowly begins kissing your skin. He tugged at the bikini bottom and let go, causing you to yelp at the sudden action.

“Argyle, please” you giggle, “I need to go put on the last item.”

“There’s one more?” He asked as he lifted his head up to look at you once more.

“Yes, let me put it on.” You say as you detach yourself from his hold.

Finally came the sun dress that you bought. The item that you knew would drive him crazy. You decided no panties and no bra for the dress. You promptly made it back to the room and Argyle sucked in a breath as if he had to hold his breath. The dress looked amazing on you. It fit your body so beautifully that Argyle thought he could start crying right now.

“Come here.” He whispered. You paced yourself towards him as he watched you from head-to-toe. Being under his watchful eye made you nervous. He stood up, taller than you of course. His eyes soften to the sight of you in the dress and you could feel your heart thumping, hell you could hear it even. He caresses your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear to see your face clearly. Argyle’s soft eyes stare at you, thinking how could someone like you fall into his life.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He moans out. Argyle can’t help but glance down to your lips every second. You pick up on his hint and look at him as well. As if it was a silent agreement, you both meet in the middle and gently kiss. He pulls back reluctantly, thinking a quick breather was neccesary. He looks down into your eyes, taking it all in. Being able to just enjoy the moment of the two in silence. You bite your lip, reminded of what’s not underneath the dress.

“I want you to feel beautiful too.” He says as he goes back in for another kiss. You didn’t expect this sudden straightforwardness Argyle displayed. Yet, he was true to his comment: He would do anything for you. He wanted you to feel good, that’s the only thing on his mind right now. He takes your hand and leads you to lay down on the bed. You make it to the pillows and lean back on the headrest of your bed. He’s laying next to you one arm propping himself up while his other was allowing him to rake his hand up and down your leg, thanks to the slit.

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers into your ear. You shivered to the feeling of his touch, it was tantalizingly slow, he was teasing at this point. Soon, he reaches your core. He moans at the fact that you took off your panties before he could. He brings his hand up to his mouth and dribbles a bit of spit onto his finger, then he reaches back down and slowly circled your clit. The feeling made you get more aroused. You could feel yourself getting wetter as Argyle kept on massaging your clit. You pulled down the top of the dress to expose your breast and began teasing your nipple.

Argyle could not stop staring at your breasts. If he could, he would call them his home. He instantly puts one in his mouth, tugging and teasing the bud. Your moans fill the room as he starts sucking. As if the cock block gods had heard the please of your voice, your parents came home. You could hear the slam of the car door and thankfully the last working brain cell that wasn’t horny was able to snap back to reality.

“Fuck!” You say as you snap your head to the door. Quickly, you push Argyle off of you. Not too hard but hard enough to get the hint.

“My parents are here!” You whispered as you picked up all of your clothes and fixed yourself to make it seem as if you weren’t about to have the most mind blowing orgasm. Argyle had to calm himself down. He was straining against his pants and needed to calm the erection. You smoothed out the dress and pushed your hair out of the way. Argyle, on the other hand, was still trying to fight off the boner.

“Honey?” Your mom calls out from the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Your father and I picked something up for dinner, we know Argyle is here so come out when you’re ready to eat.”

When you’re ready to eat? You thought. Does that mean you could—

“Come out now.” Your father bellows through the house. Gingerly the two of you exit the room. Argyle, now boner free, was able to calmly leave the room. You slowly make it to the dining room table and take a seat.

“Nice to see you two,” your mother says as she sets dinner plates down “ we noticed the van, so Argyle, you are not leaving until you eat.”

“I was bout to eat a cookie, actually.” Argyle huffs causing you to wide-eyed. You slap his arm playfully and all he could do was laugh. You both sat down at the table as the food was being placed, ready to eat.

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You all finished eating, your dad made it way to the living room, sipping on a beer while your mother aimlessly watched the tv with your father. You and Argyle make it back to your room silently. Your parents could trust you right now. Before you could close the door behind, your hands were tangling into each other, lips attached. Argyle needed you more than ever. He sank to the floor onto his knees and lifted the bottom of the dress and put it over him. His face was so close to your cunt, the feeling of his breath instantly caused you to shudder. He takes in a sniff and moans. He could simply get drunk off of the smell. You knew better than to have sex right infront of a closed door, but you needed this.

He started to suck on your clit, slowly. You were still wet from the activity from before replaying in your head. You could feel Argyle's hair flow gently onto your legs, sticking to your legs as the two of you got hotter.

“Argyle, your hair.” You moan out. It didn’t seem as if he could hear. The only thing he could hear was the wet noises of your juices as he kept on licking for more. This time, you pushed the loose fabric to the side and tapped his head softly. He looked up, eyes filled with lust. You moan at the sight of him between your legs, his eyes foggy with lust.

“Babe, your hair is in the way.”

Argyle thought quickly and grabbed a hair tie that was on your dresser. He swiftly pulled up his hair and was ready to dive back into you. You giggle as you make your way to the bed, you lay back opening your legs for him. Argyle swore he was about to die with the way you were looking at him. He crept his way onto the bed and dove in, licking you up.

“Fuck, Argyle, right there.” You moan out, hopefully not too loud that your parents could hear. He wraps his arms around your legs, allowing him to reach more of you for him. The wet noises of your cunt and him sucking and licking filled the room. You couldn’t take it anymore. Soon, he slipped in a finger with ease. The two of you gasped as he entered. Argyle slowly curved his fingers, wanting to make sure you feel good.

“That’s it, babe, you’re doing so well.” You moan out. The feeling of ecstasy was coursing through your lower region. You want to release, you need to release.

“You feel so good, babe. Do you want to cum?” He asks. You shake your head yes as he starts to pick up the pace. You could feel yourself dripping and Argyle could see it in person. You couldn’t say yes because if you did you might shriek out in pleasure, but you nodded yes. Argyle added another finger into the pooling mess and started curving them again. This time, he attached his lips to your clit. You curl your toes and grind onto him a bit, so close to the sweet release.

“Cum for me, please?” He begs. He kept on sucking, furrowing his eyebrows and was looking you in the eyes. The stare down you two were having was causing you to feel embarrassed, so you try your best to look away. Argyle loves watching you writhe under his touch. He feels accomplished, knowing he’s the only guy that could make you shudder in pleasure. He wants everyone to know that he’s doing this to you. You feel the familiar knot ready to be undone. Argyle did too.

“I need this, please.” He pleads and that alone allows you to finally release. The thought of him needing you to cum for him caused you to tip over. Your toes curl as you try to go down from your high. The newly bought dress was sweaty and drenched in your own wetness. You pull Argyle up to you, kissing him and tasting you on him.

“Do you want me to help you?” You ask genuinely. Wanting to have him in you right now.

“Nah, don’t sweat it,” He says laying next to you “, I came in my pants like a loser when you said I was doing good.”

You look down to see the wet spot on his pants. You’re amazed at how what you said caused him to be cum in his own pants. Luckily, you have a stash of his clothes for when he would sleep over. You tried to go to the bathroom as discreetly as possible but couldn’t hear your parents in the living room. Instead, you see a note taped on the door for you to read.

“Your father and I headed to the bar, so please do not die or get pregnant. Love mom”

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in her shadow (chapter I)

➸ pairing: jeonghan x reader. ➸ word count: 5,2K. ➸ status: ongoing. ➸ genre: angst, slow burn, romance, idol!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, humor, forbidden relationship!au, mutual pining. (+ smut in upcoming chapters!) ➸ summary: you never were the one to fall in love but, just when you think you might’ve found the one, he turns out to be your estranged bitch of a sister’s fiancé. you and jeonghan both know better but, he can’t help but wish he’d met you first, thinking you’re a far better match for him than she’d ever be. #trusttheprocessordon’t

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“Why do I even have to go to this thing?” you complain, your hand fluffing your hair a little.

You know it’s a big deal - like, it isn’t every day that your older sister gets engaged, but still… you don’t see why you had to go. You don’t like Nina, not really, and, have no interest in meeting her latest ‘fiancé’. You don’t see the point. She’s flighty, never stays with one man for very long and, even if she’s engaged to the latest one, you honestly doubt it’ll last. She’s famed for her wandering eye and, is definitely sure to get bored soon enough.

“Because she is your sister,” your dad says matter of factly, his hands shepherding you.

“And? We all know she’ll get bored in a few weeks and call her ‘wedding’ off,” you remark, making your way through the swanky hotel lobby. It’s Nina’s trademark, flashy parties celebrating stupid little things, and you’re honestly getting more and more bored of them.

Since you had turned 18 years previous, she’d been engaged to three different men, something which irked you. You’d had just one boyfriend in those three years, it hardly seems fair that your sister had three whole different fiancés.

“Quit whining, at least we get a free meal,” your little brother muses with a laugh.

You offer him a little glare before you fix a smile on your face, watching as Nina skitters towards you, her face held in her perfect smile. “I’m so glad that you guys could make it,” she smiles.

“Oh, we wouldn’t have missed it for the world, darling,” your mother coos, leaning across to kiss her eldest daughter on the cheek. Nina flashes you all another smile before her name is called, something which makes her turn away for a second.

“You guys should mingle,” she quips over her shoulder. You want to roll your eyes, but refrain, noting the stern stare that your father has fixed on you. “I’ll try and catch up with you later.” She smiles before skittering away.

You glare after your sister a little before your brother takes your arm, leading you towards the buffet table.

“She’s so fake it’s unreal,” you murmur over the loud music as you watch him collect a plate, helping himself to the fancy buffet that had been set up.

“You’re acting like you are surprised,” he quips, his mouth half full of shrimp.

“I’m not surprised, I’m just sick of playing the supportive sister. I feel for the poor guy who proposed to her.”

Nina has a reputation; she falls in love too quickly and then breaks hearts, something which makes you feel bad because, yet another man has offered his heart up to her and, he’s sure to go the same way as the rest, shipped off before the wedding day even dawned.

“Did we even meet this one?” your brother asks, placing yet more food onto his plate.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so, but I’m sure he doesn’t deserve what she’s bound to do. She has a habit of ruining good men,” you say softly. Your brother nods in agreement before he spots an empty table, leading you towards it.

“Bro, why on earth are you marrying her?” Seungcheol poses, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Jeonghan sips on his drink and offers a meek shrug, not quite sure how to respond. He knows it’s sudden; his engagement to his girlfriend, but he isn’t quite sure how it’d come about. One moment they’d been dating, the next, Nina had a ring sat on her finger and was telling anyone and, everyone that she’s to be his wife.

If he’s being honest, he isn’t upset by it, he loves Nina but… For some reason, it just seems a little sudden to him. They haven’t been together long and, even though he knows he loves her, he isn’t entirely certain he wants to get married to her.

“Judging by the look on his face, I don’t think even he knows,” Seokmin pokes, a smile etched onto his face.

Jeonghan sneers a little before he moves away, spotting a spare seat at a table. He knows his friends are curious, everything’s happened a little too quickly, but he’s so sick of being asked questions. He’s engaged to Nina, what else really needed to be said?

“Excuse me, that’s my seat.”

Jeonghan’s head wheels around at the sound of the timid voice. It’s soft, kind, and he’s entranced by the sound of it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, standing up once more. “I thought it was vacant.”

You spare him a shake of your head. “My brother sent me to the bar. I don’t know where he is now,” you say, your eyes scanning the other empty seat. Jeonghan eyes it too before he sits down in it, offering you the other seat. You smile at him and sit down, pushing some of your hair away from your eyes.

“I’m Jeonghan,” he quips.

“Y/N,” you return.

He nods his head a little before he eyes the spare champagne flute in your hand. “Do you mind if I take it?”

You shake your head, extending the glass to him. You’d intended to give it to your brother, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Are you looking for someone?” the cute boy asks as he takes the glass from your hand, his soft fingers purposely brushing over yours.

“My brother, he promised he’d chill with me. I’m not one for making small talk with strangers.”

Jeonghan spares a little laugh. “You seem to be doing it pretty well with me. I must be special,” he teases. You offer him a playful look as you smile, biting your lip a little.

He offers you a kind smile, sipping his drink before questioning, “So how do you know the bride-to-be?”

You roll your eyes. “Unfortunately, that is my sister.”

He swallows a little, amazed that the timid girl ahead of him could be related to his rather outspoken fiancée. You were complete, polar opposites.

“Unfortunately?” he asks.

You nod your head. “She’s got a little bit of a reputation. I feel so bad for the fool who dared to put a ring on it.”

His face flicks a little with a mix of emotions as he awkwardly sips his drink once more.

Noting the strange expression, you sigh. “You’re him aren’t you?”

He looks up at you, nodding his head before quoting your rather rude statement, “I’m the fool who put a ring on it.”

“Fuck, I am an idiot,” you huff as you fall into the seat beside your brother, Jay, your hands hiding your face.

He offers you a look. “I know that, but what makes you say it?” he teases.

You roll your eyes a little. You’re mortified, you can’t believe how dismissive you’ve been in front of Jeonghan, and you know you have to make it right. There’s the smallest chance that the gorgeous man really was the one for your sister and, that he really could become your brother in law.

“I… just met Jeonghan,” you mutter, your voice soft and, timid in tone.

“And that makes you an idiot why?” he quips, cocking an eyebrow. “I thought meeting the latest victim was the idea of this party?”

“It is, but I just inadvertently told him that Nina has a reputation,” you announce. Jay’s mouth forms a small ’o’ before he lets out a little laugh, amused by your embarrassment. He knows that you don’t like your sister, she’s far too selfish for your own good, but he also knows that you still love her for some odd reason, evil or not, you’d never do anything to deliberately sabotage her.

“She’s so going to kill you,” he chuckles, stuffing yet another piece of food into his mouth.

Rolling your eyes, you groan before ranting, “It’s not like I meant to bad mouth her to him, I was just venting. How the fuck could I know the handsome guy I was talking to was her latest fiancé?”

“Handsome? I’m honored.” Your body stiffens as the voice enters your ears.

Jay, who’s been chewing on yet another piece of prawn, pauses for a moment, his eyes widening at the sight of the idol who stands behind you.

You shake your head at your brother before you turn to face Jeonghan, your entire body focussing on keeping the blush from your cheeks.

“Fuck, I thought I’d embarrassed myself enough for one night.”

Jeonghan offers you a melodic laugh and a soft smile. “You ran off so fast earlier I never got a chance to tell you that it didn’t matter.”

He’s not an idiot, he obviously knows all about your sister’s past, but from his point of view, you’d never given him the chance to tell you that as you bolted as soon as the realisation hit you.

“You know?” you ask softly.

He nods. “Nina’s never exactly been discrete,”

It’s true, she was forever in the tabloids and she’d never made much of a secret of her past.

You nod in agreement. “I’m still so sorry for what I said. I’m sure that you’re the right man for my sister,” you muse, forcing all of your enthusiasm into your words but, you don’t believe it of course. Sadly, Jeonghan is just another one in a very long line, but you want to pretend, at least for his sake.

He offers you a soft smile before he hears Nina’s voice, beckoning him to her side. “I should go,” he smiles, his thumb jutting back over his shoulder.

You nod before shooting him a smile. He seems cute, you think to yourself. You really like talking to him, he’s a little quirky, and very friendly, but you also know better than to cross your sister.

“If you’re still around a bit later, we should grab a drink.”

You cock an eyebrow.

“What?” he chuckles before teasing, “Can’t a man get to know his future sister-in-law?”

You stiffen a little at the mention of the words, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of being his sister-in-law, but you‘re not about to let it show. When it’s all said and done, you didn’t know Jeonghan, for all you know he could have been the type to rat you out to your sister.

“If I am around,” you say. He offers you another smile before he walks away.

“You need to nip that in the bud,” you brother tells you, snapping you out of your little daydream. You’ve been staring after Jeonghan and turn, offering your brother a confused look.

“You think I’ve never seen the googly eyes before Y/N?” he scoffs as your cheeks redden. “He’s her fiancé, you really need to get a grip,” he notes before he moves away.

“So how about that drink?”

You jump at the sound of Jeonghan’s voice. You’ve been avoiding him of course, your brother’s warning still ringing in your ears, but clearly you haven’t done the best job. In the large ballroom, Jeonghan has still managed to pick you out, even despite your best efforts at hiding.

“Uh I d-don’t think that’s such a good idea,” you stutter, your eyes fixed anywhere but his.

“And why not?” he asks.

You shake your head a little. “Because it’s getting a little late and I… um, I really need to be on my way,” you lie. You had nowhere to be, you just didn’t want to be around him. Jay was right, you had been making googly eyes, and you didn’t want to get caught. Your sister would never forgive you for looking at him in that way.

“That’s funny,” he quips, his eyebrow slightly raised.

“Why?” you return, still doing anything possible to not make eye contact with him, knowing you’ll fold on the spot.

“I just had a conversation with your parents and they said you were staying here for the night,” he says with a little smirk causing your face to redden as you internally curse your parents. “Are you trying to avoid me or something?” he asks, an earnest look appearing on his features.

You admire the expression for a few seconds, it makes him look even more handsome, not that it’s even possible. He’s on the verge of being god-like at this point and, you can’t stop admiring him.

“Y/N, if I have done anything to upset you-”

You quickly shake your head, cutting him off mid-sentence. “It isn’t you…”

“Then why can’t we get a drink? You’re the one member of your family that hasn’t gawked at me like I’m some form of alien,” he complains.

You can see in his eyes that he thinks he’s made a friend in you and really wants to spend more time with you. For him, it’s like you’re a breath of fresh air in comparison to your parents and siblings.

You want to shake your head, to walk in the opposite direction and not look back, but the look on his face is ridiculous. He looks like a wounded fucking puppy and there’s no turning him down.

“Fine, but just one. I don’t want Nina getting the wrong idea,” you quip, only half joking.

His face splits into a smile. “Great!” he beams, his hand wrapping around your wrist. You flash an awkward smile before following along. Your brother was right, you did need to get a grip.

“Please, don’t make me go,” you complain as you move to tie the laces of your shoes. To be honest, you’d seen it coming, your sister was so insistent on rubbing every little thing in your face, but you hadn’t expected your parents to jump in and force you into yet another social occasion with her and Jeonghan.

“You’re her sister Y/N,” your mom mutters, her hand fluffing her hair.

“And? Jay’s her brother, I don’t see him getting ready to go,” you point out, your hand gesturing to your brother who sat on your parents’ couch, a smug smirk fixed on his features.

“Your brother has a date. He and Sua are heading out.”

You offer your brother a glare before you push yourself up. “Fine, but you owe me for this,” you complain.

Your mom rolls her eyes a little before she scans your body, her nose wrinkling a little. “Don’t you think you could dress a little more… I don’t know, feminine?”

You want to roll your eyes, she had never appreciated how you dressed. “Mom, we’re going to a festival, not a fashion shoot. If anything, you are over dressed,” you quip, your own nose wrinkling at your mother’s choice of outfit. She scoffs a little before she makes her way out of the door, you and your dad following along obediently.

The minute you arrive at the venue, you already feel annoyed and completely fed up by your family’s behavior. “So which group is Jeonghan in?” Your mom fawns as she greets Nina, glancing at the different idol groups. You roll your eyes. You don’t see why they had even bothered, it’s painfully obvious that no one other than you has the slightest idea what’s happening, but you know your parents and sister would never admit it. They’re stuck up like that.

“I think he’s in that group,” Nina titters proudly, pointing at Stray Kids, “The ones with the cool outfits.”

You roll your eyes once again. “He is in Seventeen, the ones wearing all black,” you snap, suddenly feeling annoyed as your hand gestures to the group that had just taken to the stage.

“And how do you know? I didn’t think you were a kpop fan,” she hisses, offering you a look.

“I’m not, but I can see Jeonghan from here. He’s wearing black.”

She peeks over the railing at little and flushes, her eyes noticing her fiancé. ”So he is,” she notes.

You offer an insincere smile before you make your way out onto the balcony, taking your seat in amongst the other VIP fans.

“Has she always been so rude?” Nina comments loudly, turning to your parents.

“I bet she’s just jealous,” your dad smiles, his hand settling on her shoulder.

“She has a lot to be jealous of, dear,” your mom adds, which causes you to roll your eyes. Nina smiles at them before her phone buzzes, causing her to leave the venue.

“I hear your fiancée is in the venue,” Chan notes as the boys change into their stage outfits.

“Yeah,” Jeonghan returns. “She wanted her family to see me perform.” In all honestly though, he knows Nina is merely showing him off, but he really hasn’t had it in him to argue with her. In the nearly two weeks since their engagement party, she’d become so much more clingy and, he’s so sick of fighting with her. He always ends up caving anyway, what’s the point in prolonging the inevitable?

“Does that mean her sister is here?” Soonyoung asks.

“Y/N? I’m not sure,” Jeonghan says, shrugging. Deep inside, he hopes you are, he likes spending time with you, but he also doubts he’ll have the chance. Nina is overly protective and doesn’t like to share him, even if it’s with his friends.

“I think you picked the wrong sister, bro. Y/N is so damn fine.” Joshua chuckles, earning agreements from the others.

“She’s a nice girl, but she’s hardly my type,” Jeonghan returns nonchalantly as he shrugs. He’s lying - you’re more his type than your sister would ever be, but he knows he can’t let on. His friends doesn’t like Nina as it is, any sign of a weakness in their relationship, they’re sure to pounce.

“She may not be your type, but she might be mine,” Wonwoo quips teasingly, earning a low chuckle and a high-five from Joshua. Immediately Jeonghan’s eyes shot up. He knows his friends are ‘joking’, but still the idea that someone else sees something in you makes his blood boil for some reason, and he doesn’t understand why.

“Are you alright there, bro?” Seungcheol asks as he pulls his shirt on. Jeonghan swallows a little and nods his head, forcing a smile.

“Y/N?”

You turn at the sound of your name and smile, your eyes looking at Jeonghan who wore a confused expression on his handsome features.

“Hey,” you smile, “You were great.”

He returns it softly before he looks around once more, obviously trying to spot Nina who’d promised she would be waiting for him. You note the look on his face and sigh. “She left. Her and my parents got bored.”

“Oh...” he murmurs, ”She said she would be here.”

Your heart shudders at the sad look that he wore on his face. “I’m sure she’ll be next time,” you smile, but Jeonghan shakes his head bitterly.

“I guess I’d convinced myself that she cares. I know she isn’t into our music like that, but I’ve been to every single one of her shoots since we got together, I just… I thought she could suffer through this,” he says frustratingly, running a hand through his damp hair.

You swallow a little before you push yourself up, enveloping him in an awkward half hug. He stiffens a little at the contact before he places his arms around you.

“How soon into the show did she go?” he murmurs as he holds you close to him.

You shift a little and move out of his arms, your eyes peeking up into his. “Do you honestly want to know?” you question. He drops his arms to his side and nods.

“10 minutes. Second song,” you announce softly. He grimaces a little, it was during their new single, Darling.

“For what it is worth, my sister missed out on a great concert. I have never quite seen a rapper like S.Coups,” you say with a surprised expression.

“Why, you’re not a fan?” he pokes playfully.

You shake your head. “I was more into Western music growing up and my dad never let me listen to rap, he said it wasn’t ladylike,” you explain with a laugh, blushing a little.

“Well, you’re grown now, you should listen to our music and come to our shows more often,” he teases, the hurt fading off his face.

“I might just do that,” you tease back, a contagious smile etched onto your face.

“I know the boys would like you, you made quite the impression at the party the other week.”

“Oh? I did notice the stares,” you smirk. “I thought they thought I was lost,” you add, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“No, they think I picked the wrong sister,” he muses. You stiffen a little, your cheeks flushing.

Jeonghan notes the blush and shakes his head, sensing he had overstepped the mark. “I’m so sorry for saying that.”

You shake your head, “It’s nothing. Just a joke between friends right?”

Jeonghan smiles and nods his head. “A joke between friends,” he confirms before his phone buzzes, causing him to excuse himself. You watch him go and sigh.

Friends. That was all you were, just friends.

“I was thinking a week in Dubai for our honeymoon,” Nina says between mouthfuls of salad, smiling at Jeonghan. She’d been off work for a little while and had decided to surprise him with a visit to the gym quickly followed by a ‘pleasant’ healthy lunch in town.

In all honestly, he didn’t want to go, he was stressed after the double session that his choreographer had forced upon the group, but he also knew better than to turn Nina down. The last time he’d dodged her invite, she’d threatened to leave him, telling him that he needed to prioritize.

“Dubai? I was thinking more of Hawaii,” he returns. Only because he wanted to get out of Asia, to spend a little time in the sun with his new wife, but from the look on her face, he doubts it’s going to happen. She wants Dubai and Nina Y/L/N always gets what she wants. “Dubai sounds wonderful baby, I’ll start looking for flights,” he concedes, forcing a fake smile on his lips.

She spares him a wide grin before her phone buzzes, causing her to look down at it. “Teddy needs me back at the studio,” she mutters, tossing her napkin back onto the table.

“Right now? We’re in the middle of lunch, Nina,” he complains.

She rolls her eyes a little before she pushes herself up, pressing a rather sloppy kiss against his lips. “I need to go Hannie. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” she says before she scampers away, leaving him sat all alone in the middle of the restaurant.

Jeonghan sighs. He was used to it, she rarely spends any personal time with him, but still it hurts to have her up and leave. He just wanted a moment, a second where she actually seemed to love him like he loved her.

“Alone?” Jeonghan’s ears prick up at the sound of the familiar voice.

“I was having lunch with your sister,” he returns, his face lighting up at the sight of you. He’s in awe - you look so beautiful, your hair is tied back, your beautiful eyes are shining, and the mere sight of you just makes him smile. He has grown a little closer to you since the festival and, he’s so glad he has, you’re such a welcoming change from your sister and her stuck up actress and model friends.

“But let me guess, something came up?” you tease, your body sitting in Nina’s vacant seat.

“How’d you know?” he teases back, his eyes fixed on you.

You offer him a little shrug. “She used to do it to me all of the time, she’d get a text and then she’d up and leave. It stops being surprising after a while.”

Jeonghan nods a little before allowing his eyes to scan the restaurant, looking for the person who appeared to be missing their lunch date.

“I’m here with friends,” you quip as you notice the curious look on his face. “You should come and join us, you look a little lonely over here,” you tease, smiling a little as you move to stand up again. You’d merely been passing and know your friends would get curious if you don’t come back soon.

“Your friends wouldn’t mind?” he asks and you instantly shake your head. “Then I would love to,” he grins brightly, his hands picking up his plate. You giggle a little before you lead him across the restaurant to your friends.

“There you are Y/N, we’d worried you’d gotten lost.”

“I went to the bathroom Minhyuk, not to the Arctic, I think I can remember the way,” you say, poking your tongue out a little.

Minhyuk laughs slightly before he turns his eyes, studying Jeonghan’s slightly awkward frame. “Guys, this is Jeonghan, he’s Nina’s fiancé,” you say as you place his plate ahead of an empty chair.

He offers your friends a weak wave, a little uncomfortable with being the focus of the two pairs of eyes. “You’re the poor guy that’s marrying the evil bitch- I mean witch?” Minhyuk says, his nose wrinkling a little.

You roll your eyes and slap the back of his head, causing him to jerk forwards a little in his seat. “Watch it. She’s still my sister,” you murmur before you move back to you seat.

“Sorry for him, I’m Yeejin,” Yeejin smiles as she glares at her boyfriend.

Jeonghan waves a hand, smiling. “It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“Wait, so you know about Nina and still proposed?” Minhyuk exclaims. Both you and Yeejin glare at him causing Jeonghan to chuckle softly. Your friend is a little outspoken, but you can tell from the way Jeonghan smiles that he likes him, he’s always hated people keeping their thoughts to themselves.

Watching you and your friends, he smiles to himself, glad he’s accepted your offer to join them. He’s thought it’d be awkward, they are your friends after all not his, but he’s come to like Yeejin and Minhyuk, they aren’t quite like his other friends nor are they like Nina’s, they’re funny if a little exuberant.

“I need to visit the little girls’ room. Yeejin?” you muse as you stand from your seat. Yeejin offers a little nod before you move away, leaving Jeonghan with Minhyuk.

“How long have you liked her?”

Jeonghan frowns a little. It’s blunt, rude, but from the look on Minhyuk’s face, he had meant it exactly that way.

“Liked who?” he replies nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.

Minhyuk rolls his eyes. “You know who, Y/N. The way you look at her makes it obvious,” he says in a duh tone. Jeonghan’s tanned cheeks flushes a little. In all honestly, he has no idea when it started, in fact, he didn’t even realize he’d been so blatant. “So when did it start?” he pushes.

Jeonghan knows he’d be so good for you - he’s sure, you’re a far better match for him than Nina would ever be. He shifts a little in his seat. “I’m not sure,” he splutters out. He hasn’t intended it to happen, he has never meant to form a crush towards you, but he had and it can’t be shifted.

“But you do like her?”

He swallows a little and nods. He knows it’s fucking stupid, he’s engaged for gods sake, to your sister no less, but he really has come to like you. Very much so and, he can’t help it. There’s just something about you that’s so intoxicating to him.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” he asks, his eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

Jeonghan merely sits muted, not quite sure what to say. He has liked you for quite some time now, but he is your sister’s fiancé after all, he can’t do anything, even if he really wants to. He doesn’t want to cause that sort of problem.

“Just don’t play games with her,” Minhyuk mutters, his brown eyes watching as you make your way back towards them.

“I won’t,” Jeonghan whispers back. “Trust me.”

He offers him a small smile before he stands up, his arm wrapping around Yeejin’s waist.

“It was nice meeting you Jeonghan,” he beams as he extends a hand towards him. Jeonghan shakes it before he and Yeejin walks away, leaving you with only Jeonghan for company.

“I think they liked you,” you comment softly as you move to collect your bag from the back of your chair.

“I liked them,” he returns, his brown eyes staring anywhere but at you.

“Are you okay? You look a little flustered,” you say. He shifts a little but doesn’t respond, only flashing you a weak smile, nodding his head a little. “Do you need a ride?” you ask as you place enough money to cover the check onto the table.

He shakes his head lightly, spluttering out: “I have my car.”

You raise an eyebrow, offering him a slightly sceptical look before you push yourself up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Jeonghan’s heart flutters at the feel of your lips against his skin, but manages to stifle the blush that itches to escape.

“Lunch was fun. We should do it again sometime,” you smile before you walk away from him.

He watches after you and swallows, thinking to himself; Why hadn’t I simply met her first?

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onestepbackwards · 10 months

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Adding onto the dabbing idea (of all things XD) from 🎲 anon.

Something clicked in my mind. Consider, young Pokémon pick up behaviors from their parental figures and other inspirations.

To spread the gospel of dabbing all across the Hisui Region, the streamer starts to teach hordes of friendly Pokémon with arms of any kind: cleffas, ralts, clefairies, spheals, and some rare Sneasels, riolus, geodudes, gibles, croagunks, etc, all learned how to dab (to the best of their ability).

Whenever a battle is won, finish it off with a dab to show they acknowledge the enemy's strength, basically, GG bro GG.

In wild encounter cases (for any reason), the streamer dabs to acknowledge the Pokémons’ presence and importance.

Unlike bowing, which can be seen as a cowardly request for mercy. The streamer made dabbing a sign of confidence that wouldn’t break away from a promise made, always actively aware of the Pokémons boundaries.

They know they are trespassing onto their territory, but are simply requesting a peaceful passage through it.

If the streamer then doesn’t collect any items, or battle any Pokémon they’ll be allowed a peaceful parting.

However, said Pokémon will not let their eyes off of the streamer at all until they leave.

It is best done when the same Pokémon groups encounter the same trainer. Not all Pokémon will be so forgiving to compete with strangers, but it does much more than running.

So imagine an official Pokémon Ranger tweeting on Pokétwitter that a person stuck in a cave for hours survived a family of territorial Garchomps by dabbing in front of them. They were allowed to pass through as long as they knew their place and caused no issues.

They were found safe, out of the cave, just beside a cliff waiting for rescue.

It being such a simple gesture, able to communicate much more than words could.

The Pokémon Rangers (both kinds) are considering experimenting with dabbing when on patrols just to see just how far it truly spread.

Scientists which study Pokémon behavior and language now booking it to study how a universal gesture could spread from one Pokémon to another of a different species.

It was a joke that has everyone whipping their heads around HOL-UP, is the streamer really a chaotic genius?!

Im sorry but this idea almost has me in tears

Like imagine how this was taught down by wild pokemon

And like, it died out when the streamer goes home, but it became ingrained in wild pokemon at that point

And after the hiker pulls this off after panicking in a cave, it becomes a cultural boom once again.

Moms suddenly realize the reason their kids are friends with so many wild pokemon, since their kids were doing an ancient greeting of sorts.

Scientists (reluctantly or gleefully, depending on who you ask) dab in ancient sites, and unown grant them entry

Dabbing takes the world by storm (again), all because you accidentally ingrained it in Hisuian pokemon that it was a peace greeting and sign of respect.

The power of memeing truly knows no bounds

#zed.talks #ask #anon #🎲 anon #streamer au #pla #pokemon legends arceus #long post

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mikasas-biggestwhore · 6 months

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Attack on Titan characters and their butts ‼️‼️‼️‼️

This was a random conversation between me and a friend of mine and I decided that our opinions needed to be shared with the world!

Characters: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha

Hope y’all enjoy 💜

Eren Yeager

— I’m sorry to the Eren fans but brotha is flatter then flat. Flatter then the floor type of flat-

— HE’S GOT A INVERTED BOOTY TYPE OF FLAT😭

— Like Eren doesn’t even have fat on his butt. It’s all completely just bone so you know that poor boy is in pain whenever he manages to fall on his ass

— If you smacked his ass aint shit gonna happen and your hand is just gonna hurt. Feels like you just smacked a rock bruh

— It gets worse guys

— Eren can’s throw it back to save his life.

— You might be like “What’s the point if he doesn’t have a ass?” Okay sure but even if you don’t got a ass it’s still nice to know how to throw it back

— ITS GETS EVEN WORSE.

— He’s tried but that poor boy is more lost then Dora the Explorer

— And before y’all start arguing the proof is all in that once scene where Eren meets up with Floch and Floch hands over that jacket to Eren.

— HIS BUTT IS MERGED WITH HIS BACK GUYS. IM SORRY.

Armin Arlert

— Okay see against popular believe Armin 100% has a fatty

— He has a very plush and squishy ass. He has the the type of ass that you could lay your head on and you would have the best sleep of your life

— He also has some jiggle along with all that plush booty. Like it definitely has its own little bounce when he walks around and whatnot

— IF YOU SMACKED HIS ASS YOU WOULD GET THE MOST SATISFYING SOUND EVER.

— See Armin has all that booty and doesn’t even know how to use it. On top of that he’s completely unaware of the fact that he has a very nice ass

— Like when he’s running upstairs or jumping around, he’s confused asf why everyone is struggling to breath. It’s because DAMN THAT ASS IS FAT

— Side note: Armin has the second biggest fatty in the survey corps ⭐️

Mikasa Ackerman

— MIKASA HAS A NICE ASS

— Okay see she definitely has a fatty but it’s a firm kinda butt. She works out and is a very muscular woman so it makes sense for her.

— I hope this also makes sense but it’s also plush but not pillow worthy like Armin’s. Like you could use it as a pillow but it’s the kinda pillow you gotta fool around with before being happy with

— Sadly Mikasa does not have any jiggle because like I said before she’s muscular. So why her ass is fat it will not bounce

— Does Mikasa know how to throw it back? Of course she does. She’s fucking Mikasa Ackerman. Oh and she throws it alright

— She could kill somebody with that ass. This is not a issue though because Mikasa is a aware that she has a ass but she never uses it at all

— Such a waste :(

— Side note: please don’t slap her ass she’ll break your hand and arm. I know from experience 🤕(I’m delusional as all hell.)

Jean Kirstein

— Got me apologizing again except this time to the Jean stans

— Jean is as bad as Eren bro

— They are both painfully flat like the only difference is that Jean got a smidge more fat then Eren does

— If you smacked his ass, it would still feel like hitting rocks regardless. I'm sorry guys.

— If it makes y'all feel better Jean knows how to throw it back. He probably figure it out by accident somehow 💀

— It’s just that he’s ass at throwing ass. So he doesn’t do it a lot it all

— He’s just embarrassed to do it because he’s really trying his best but he’s practically as bad as Eren-

— He wouldn’t be caught dead shaking his ass in public but if he was messing around with just Sasha and Connie he is definitely twerking

— They support him the whole time <3

— He’s twerking horribly but he’s got the spirit. (He hates to admit it but he asks Connie for tips)

Connie Springer

— Guys unfortunately Connie is also apart of the flatty patty party with Eren and Jean

— HOWEVER Connie absolutely works with it

— HIM AND SASHA THROW IT BACK TOGETHER ALL THE TIME

— Connie does it as a joke really because he is aware that he doesn't have anything but that is not gonna stop him at all

— When Connie twerks ain’t shit moving but you can’t tell him that

— He will throw his ass like he has the fattest ass on this earth and will swear up and down that his ass gave a little jiggle when he moved it a certain way

— Connie’s ass possibly giving a little jiggle has definitely caused arguments between Sasha and Connie 💀

— “Dude did you guys see that?! My ass jiggled! My ass is basically as big as Sasha’s!”

Sasha Braus

— Let’s get one thing straight

— THIS GIRL GOT THE TWO B’S (BOOTY AND BOOBS)

— Like outta all the girls in the servey corps she got them all beat.

— Another thing is that Sasha is fully aware of what she has and happily uses her gift from God. (That’s how she fr rizzed up Niccolo)

— Her thing is that she loves to act clueless around everyone knowing good and well they are all suffering as she runs up stairs

— Truthfully she does it because she thinks it’s absolutely hilarious. Watching someone face turn red of them getting choked up because she bent over really give her a kick

— Now see Sasha’s ass is on the same level with Armin’s. Her ass is very plush and soft enough to be pillow for you to rest your head and have a heavenly sleep

— Does it jiggle? FUCK YEA IT DOES

— Sasha’s ass does a little bounce with each step she takes while walking. LORD HAVE MERCY WHEN SHES TAKING THE STAIRS

— Sasha gonna hurt them with the type of ass she has

— STAN BIG BOOTY SASHA ✊🏽

Y’all Imma have to make a part 2 ✋🏽😭

All this booty talking got me wanting to eat a piece of cake because gahdamn

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Mr Evershed x student!reader - help find friends

Hi, do you think you could write about Evershed Student Reader? That Reader is lonely at school and does not have any friends and Mr Evershed is helping Reader to find some friends? Thanks :) - Anon💜

Mr Evershed noticed how you would always sit by yourself during breaks or lunches, you’d come to school exactly on time, and then you’d leave straight after.

You didn’t do anything with anyone, and it worried him.

He knew where you liked to sit during lunch, so he walked over, taking a seat on the table opposite you and he smiled as you looked up from your phone and pulled your headphones down.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Yes sir, why?”

He sighed a little bit.

“I always see you sat on your own, I just wanted to make sure you were okay is all. Are your friends not in?” He asked.

You shook your head at him, setting your phone down on the table.

“I uh.. I don’t have friends..” you mumbled.

“Oh really?”

You laughed a little, resting your arms on the table as you looked at him.

“Don’t act so surprised sir, I know you’ve been watching me.”

“Alright that sounds creepy, I was just concerned for you.” He chuckled.

You smiled a little and he pushed your food towards you.

“Don’t you want friends?” He asked concerned.

You sighed, nibbling at a chip as you shrugged a little, looking around the canteen.

“I just.. I’m not good at making friends sir..”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged again and he nodded his head and he looked around before turning to you.

“Do you want me to help?”

You pointed your chip at him.

“I think our friends are two different ages groups.”

“No (Y/N), I mean making friends with some students.”

“How’s that gonna work?”

“I… don’t know yet, leave it with me.”

He beamed at you and got up and left and you went back to what you were doing.

A few days later he came to find you again, this time finding you sitting in the music room with a book in your hand.

“How about an after school activity?” He asked.

He handed the list to you.

“Boring, boring, not my thing, absolutely not, boring.”

You handed the list back to him.

“Oh come on, one of them must be interesting.”

You set your book down and looked at him.

“I guess.. maybe football.. that seems fun.”

He smiled and nodded his head, telling you to come by his office after school and he left.

You went to his office after school and he got you to follow him to the field where the rest of the team were already training.

“This is (Y/N), they’d like to join your team Mr Hussein.”

The sports teacher looked at you and grinned.

“Yeah bro. You can watch today, get a kit and join next week.”

You looked up at Mr Evershed.

“I.. I can’t get the stuff that fast..”

“I’ll sort it, don’t worry.”

You stayed there watching the team, and you were introduced to them all.

The following week Mr Evershed sorted your kit out for you and helped you get whatever it was you needed for the team.

And he stayed a few sessions to watch your progress and he saw you making a huge improvement.

You were talking to the team, but you still spent most of you lunches alone, most of the time you spent it by yourself and he was worried it didn’t work.

He stopped by the canteen and looked in, spotting you at a table he went to talk over only to stop when he saw some of the team members sit with you.

They smiled and started to talk, and you smiled back, talking with them and he smiled to himself, making his way down the hallway.

After school, he saw you approaching.

“You seem happier.” He noted.

“I was invited to a party! After the match tomorrow!” You grinned.

“That’s amazing.”

You smiled and him and stuffed your hands into your pockets.

“Thank you sir.. for helping me.”

“This was all you (Y/N).” He said softly.

You shrugged a little and looked around nervously before turning your attention back to him.

“Will you.. can you come to the game..?”

He smiled softly.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

You beamed and ran away to some of the team members, jumping into the group and he smiled to himself.

That’s what he wanted to see, happiness and smiles, it what he wanted you to experience especially in school while you still had time to have loads of fun

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr Evershed #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine

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jmagnabo92 · 10 months

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HJP Week 6 - Brunchy Confessions

@harryjamespotterweek

Harry worries about telling the Weasleys that he and George are an item at their weekly brunch.

AO3

***

Harry’s a bit nervous as he gets ready for brunch with the Weasleys. While he often had brunch with the Weasleys, and the awkwardness of his dating and breaking up with Ginny has passed, this brunch was different.

Because he was going to be announcing that he and George have gotten together.

What if they reacted badly?

After all, it isn’t like Ginny had taken the breakup well, and neither had Ron. Just because things were back on normal terms didn’t mean that they would be accepting of the situation with him and George. Especially because even though they’ve been together for three months that didn’t exactly predict forever.

What if he broke George’s heart, too?

He’s not sure that he could handle losing the Weasleys after all of this time, and he’s sure if he messed up with another Weasley that they’d ban him from ever stepping foot in the Burrow, again.

“Relax, Harry,” George says, coming up behind him and hugging him around the waist. “They’re going to be okay with it.”

“You don’t know that,” Harry states.

“They love you,” George states. “You’ve been a part of our family since we met the scrawny git lost on the train platform. It’s going to be fine.”

Harry turns around to face him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Did you forget that it took months for Ron to forgive me for Ginny? That Ginny wouldn’t even look at me after the war when I told her that I needed time?”

“No,” George states. “But it’s been a decade – surely, you realize that things are different now. Ron’s realized that Hogwarts love usually doesn’t last forever, and he’s happy with Lavender, but that only happened years after they were both adults in the real world. Ginny, too, has managed to find a connection with one of her teammates, and isn’t pinning for you anymore. Plus, didn’t she tell you last Christmas that she didn’t want you to hold yourself back from dating anyone just because of her? That you deserved happiness, too?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t think she included her brother in that,” Harry states, worriedly. “What if they’re grossed out that I was with her and now I’m with you?”

“Have you met Purebloods?” George asks, jokingly. “There’s not a lot about dating anyone that people would find weird. I mean, I could probably date Fred and people wouldn’t blink an eye.”

“You’ve thought about dating a corpse?”

George gives him a look. “Of course not, I meant if we were both still alive, I could probably get away with dating him if I wanted – it just so happens that he’s not my type.”

“Oh yeah? And who is your type?”

“You – you dunce,” George says, giving him a kiss. “Now, come on – we’re going to be late.”

Harry takes a deep breath and sighs. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

“It’s going to be fun; you’ll see.”

“Sure, I will.”

***

Despite George’s assurances, when the dessert comes out and he says, “Lovely, brunch, mum. Now, there’s something that I want to share with you all.”

Harry can’t help looking over at him like ‘like this, really?’ which George ignores.

“I know this may come as a shock to all of you, but I’ve been seeing someone –”

“Yeah, Harry,” Ron states, cutting across him.

“Old news, bro,” Ginny adds.

George looks as shocked as Harry feels as they both look around the table at the other Weasleys present for lunch – none of them look surprised.

“Wait, you know?” Harry questions.

“Well, yeah,” Ginny says as if it should’ve been obvious. “I mean – we’ve known something was brewing for a while, but I figured that after everything, you’d be a little more cautious. Why do you think I told you at Christmas to go be with whoever you wanted?”

Harry opens and closes his mouth several times, still very confused.

George, meanwhile, is smiling. “I told you that it would be alright.”

“I – I just… I don’t understand.”

Both Ron and Ginny are laughing at his confusion, so Bill explains. “The two of you have been giving each other interested looks for the last year. Plus, you’ve been helping out at the shop and spending a lot of time together… it was only a matter of time before you got together.”

“But after what happened with Ginny, we figured that was holding you back,” Charlie states. “So, Bill and I figured that we could talk to Gin about it, and low and behold, she was already trying to figure out how to tell you to go for it and stop worrying about the past.”

“Which I eventually did, and then, it was just a bet to see how long it took for you two to get together and then come out so-to-speak,” Ginny states.

“And I win!” Ron says, smiling. “With both – you two got together not even a week after Ginny told you to go for it with whoever and you came out at Brunch right before George’s birthday. I figured that he wouldn’t want to be denied his birthday affections from his boyfriend, hence coming out today.”

Harry can’t help laughing. “I can’t believe this – you were betting on us?”

“Why, yes, we were,” Charlie says, handing Ron two galleons. “In fact, I think we were all contemplating a little cheating to win – you couldn’t have done it two weeks ago? I thought you were so close…”

George laughs. “Harry’s just been a little nervous but agreed to today because of my birthday coming up in a week.”

“Well, for the record, you didn’t have to be nervous,” Arthur offers. “We just want our children – which includes you – to be happy, Harry.”

“Yes, exactly,” Molly states, grinning gleefully. “And we can see just how happy you two are together, so we’re more than happy to support you both.”

Harry smiles. “Thank you, everyone. That takes a load off my mind.”

George smiles and brings his hand to his lips to kiss it. “See, brunch was the answer.”

Harry hums. “Definitely was.”

#HJP Week 6 #Brunch #Harry/George #Harry James Potter #George Weasley

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silvermistcosmos · 2 years

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▬▬ enhypen headcanon - when their s/o calls them bro/dude

PAIRING. enhypen x reader

GENRE. fluff, crack // headcanon

WARNINGS. mentions of kissing, not proofread

A/N. im not back to posting yet, but it was 11pm when i suddenly got the inspiration to write this so~~ here’s a little headcanon.

# Heeseung

When I say this man whines. I mean he WHINES

like full on 😯😒🥺😢 maybe some mood swings here and there.

You two would be playing video games on the couch and he was, well, winning as much as you hated to admit it.

so you started to complain, “Dude, why are you so good at this game?”

He goes blank, mouth hanging open. Did you really just call him, dude?

He will seriously be a drama king about it!

The controller fell out of his hands, you managing to cross the line before him making you raise your arm in victory while he just stares at you.

“I won!” You laughed

“Yah...” He started, “You dare call me dude?”

“I mean, aren’t you a dude?” You asked, raising a brow at him. c’mon, what’s the harm in calling your boyfriend dude?

He questions all his life choices, just sitting there, blank.

you had to shake his shoulders to get his attention again, “Heeseung?”

He suddenly screamed making you jump back from shock, “Hee, what the actual heck!?”

“Y/n, I think we should break up.” He takes in a dramatic breath.

“Um, what?” you looked at him, “So suddenly?”

“I won’t have my girlfriend call me, dude.” He said the last word disgustedly, treating it as if it were a swear word.

“Oh my God-”

“Maybe...maybe we weren’t meant to be.” He fell to the couch.

“you are so gosh darn dramatic.” You shook your head, “ok then, if you say so.” You stood up, grabbing your purse, before he grabbed your wrist.

“No, don’t go!”

“Dude, make up your mind!”

He acted as if he was stabbed in the heart, “No more dude, okay? I ban that word from your mouth!”

“And who says-”

“Nope! Or no more hugs and kisses!”

“Evil. You’re evil.”

“I will if I have to be.” 😇 “Deal?”

“Okay fine.” 🙄

# Jay

Will give you a whole butt lecture on why you shouldn’t call him bro. 😂

like i can totally see him letting it slide maybe once or twice, maybe give you a little brow raise, but when you did it a third time, boyfriend mode is unlocked.

So you thought you could get away with it when he didn’t mention anything after the second time you did it so you were now a little confident and decided to be cheeky.

and guess what you decided to do? You had a fake phone conversation with someone. bad idea.

Hiii, yeah, me? I’m with my bro right now, sorry!” Man, did Jay’s eyes shoot up to look up at you in an instant, “Okay, bye!”

“Who was that?”

“Ah, it was Jake’s girlfriend” You told him putting your phone down.

“Okay, but don’t call me your bro, y/n...”

“Why not?” You asked ‘innocently.’ quote marks on innocently.

“Because I‘m not your brother? It’s like if I called you my daughter or my cousin!”

“No it’s not!” You defended, holding back your laughter

“How’s it different?! I’m your very amazing boyfriend, not your brother! Bro is just an abbreviation for brother. It’s like if I called you cous. That wouldn’t be right because you’re NOT my cousin, right??” He ranted in one breath, wide eyes on you.

Your held back laughter exploded and you rolled on the floor, holding your stomach. “You’re ridiculous, Jay love.”

“It’s not ridiculous. It’s a real thing. Why are you-” You interrupted him by ruffling his hair.

“You’re reaction was perfect. Niki was right.” (poor niki is always the victim in my headcanons 😊)

“niki put you up to this!? Now THAT’S ridiculous. Why am I even surprised?”

“I don’t know, but you always seem to make these sort of situation hilarious”

He shook his head, “Just please don’t call me bro anymore.”

# Jake

he won’t even confront you. He’ll just be very extra with his endearing names for you hoping that you would get the hint 😂

“Dude, this video is so funny!” You tilted your phone so that he could see.” You didn’t even mean anything by it. You’d just been talking with a lot of people who used the word ‘dude/bro’ a lot and you adapted to it.

“You’re funnier, snickerdoodle.”

Okay, that’s a cute nickname, but it kept going. and every time you would call him bro/dude, he would come up with some weird name.

“Sugar snap tea, can you hand me the remote?”

“Would you like to cuddle, honey butter biscuit?”

“Are you talking to me?” You asked, confused by the strange behavior of Jake.

“Of course I am, baby bugga-boo. Who else would I be talking to?”

Yeah, you were a bit clueless to say the least.

“Okay, what’s with these very um...cringe sweet nicknames?”

“I just love you so much, cuddly-wuddly.” He smiled and you raised a brow.

“Okay what is it, love?”

“Woah...I think it’s the first time I’ve heard you actually call me by a pet name all day!”

“What?”

“You’ve been calling bro and dude all day.” He complained, “It’s about time you called me, love.”

“So that’s why?” You laughed, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose. I’ve just kinda adopted the word after hearing it so much. Didn’t know it bothered you.”

“Well, now you know, butterbuns.”

“Okay now you have to stop with these nicknames!”

# Sunghoon

Sunghoon will 100% look at you like you just committed a crime.

like, you weren’t even doing a prank or anything. You were just cooking in the kitchen and ‘bro’ slipped from your mouth,

“Hey, bro! Can you grab the oil from the cabinet?” You asked, as you stirred the pot.

Won’t even bat an eye before raising a brow at you like, 🤨🤨 “Yeah, Once you stop calling me your bro.”

You only turn your head quickly to glance at him, crossing his arms and you stifle a laugh, “Seriously, Hoon?”

“‘Seriously, Hoon?’” He mocked, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know, bro. Bro has a nice ring to it.” You teased, seasoning the food.

He scoffed, “Do bros usually do this?” He turned the stove off, turning you away from the oven and placing a quick kiss to your lips.

You scrunched your face, “Depe-”

He interrupted you, “No. No they don’t.”

You laughed, “Alright alright, I get it! Can I go back to cooking now?”

“mmm, what’s my name?”

“Baby, love, Sweetie, love of my life, my handsome boyfriend, please?”

He nodded, “That’s more like it.”

“petty.” you smiled

“Whatever floats your boat.”

# Sunoo

He’ll just...ignore you.

pftt you actually had the audacity to call him something that wasn’t a personal endearment by you? no way.

literally, you’ll just be like, “Dude, let’s go cuddle!”

like, this man won’t even bat and eye. he’ll just pretend that he didn’t hear you

ok?

“Bro?” You poked him...and poked him until you FINALLY got his attention.

“That’s not my name.” He rolled his eyes, going back to scrolling through his phone.

You shrugged, “I quite like it, bro.”

and he ignored you...again.

so you just left the couch to do something else for a little bit.

after about two hours, you decided to try again.

“Hey bro, can you give me the blanket behind you?”

he didn’t say anything.

“Sunoo?”

“Oh sorry, were you talking to me or your bro?” 🤷🏻‍♀️😇

“Both?” You replied

“That can’t be. Cause I’m not your bro. I’m your boyfriend and since that’s the case, my name is, “Sweetie, love, or Sunoo to you.”

“Okay, sorry, bro.” You ignored his small lecture with a teasing smile.

“Yah,” He he widened his eyes, “I’m going to go cancel our reservations!” He shook his head, rolling his eyes once again before grabbing his phone.

“Wait no no!” You giggled, pulling his phone from him, “Let’s go eat, love!”

“Hmm” he put his finger to his chin in thought, “promise no more calling me bro?”

“I promise!” you held your pinky out and he hesitated before connecting his pinky with yours’ “You better not be lying or I WILL give you the silent treatment.”

No really. He will.

# Jungwon

Ok, he would be kinda confused and also shy about confronting you about it unlike Sunghoon. :))

like...this was so unlike you?? you always called him by a cute nickname of some sort and in his opinion, bro was NOT a cute nickname.

So hear me out, you two would be on a date at some restaurant that the two of you picked out and that was where you decided to tease him by calling him bro.

Bad timing, you know, but that’s what made it exciting.

When the waiter came up to you and he asked him what you wanted, you replied with what you wanted and asked Jungwon, “Hey bro, what about you? What do you want to eat?”

His face seriously went from 😊 to 🤐

in front of the waiter??

but nonetheless, he ordered and the waiter gave you a small smile before leaving your table.

Did he just smile at you?

Rude. he rolled his eyes. well, in his head at least. he wouldn’t do that in front of you. not a chance.

So the entire dinner, you just called him bro/dude/bruh, whatever floated your prankster boat. and you thought that it wasn’t working on him considering his coolness about it

but hold up, he was cool on the outside, but the inside was boiling. like, not mad at you, but in public like this? in front of boys who were smiling at you. nooo

you didn’t notice him wince every time you called him something other than a nickname.

It wasn’t until the waiter came back that you seemed to get some sort of reaction from him.

“Hope the food was good. Can I get you anything for dessert?”

before you could reply, Jungwon was already up and putting his hand in yours’, “Sorry, my girlfriend and I have other plans.” when I say he was passive aggressive. He was passive aggressive.

poor waiter was left confused when Jungwon shot a glare at him before pulling you out of the restaurant. (of course paying for the meal first) like, he was just doing his job. but Jungwon was also doing his job as a boyfriend 😉 (his words when you asked him later. not mine)

when you were both walking back to the dorms, you nudged him with your shoulder, “What was that back there?” You started, “Sorry, my girlfriend and I have other plans.” You teased, laughing.

“Stoooop” He whined, “It’s your fault! Why were you calling me bro?”

“Just wanted to get a reaction out of you. i thought it wasn’t working, but apparently...”

“Yeah, well we were in public. Of course I’d be upset if some guys were smiling at my girlfriend thinking you were my sister!” He mumbled.

Yes, of course you told the boys about your lil’ prank. And yes, of course they teased him later, but it’s ok cause he would get back at you.

# Niki

Will do it right back at you.

I mean, did you really think you could pull this little prank on him, savage Riki?

no.

“Hey bro, can you get me a cup of water?”

He’ll look at you for a millisecond before he catches on, “Yeah, sure, sis”

Now that took YOU by surprise, like what? He just called you sis?

Now you are the one upset, but you were not going to be the one to stop first. oh no.

So when he comes back with water you thank him, “Thanks bro.”

“No problem, sis.”

you cringed in your seat, hating to hear him call you sis. what? you know you started it, but you just wanted to be called ‘love’ :(

What’s funny is the fact that in the middle of you boths’ petty game of ‘who would stop first’ the boys came back to the dorm to find you calling each other bro and sis.

they’re just like 🤨🙄 ok? but by now, they were already used to your guys’ odd behavior.

at the end of the day, it was you, the one who started the prank, who stopped first.

“Babyyy, I’m sorry!!! Can you stop calling me sis now?”

“I don’t know, I think you need to learn your lesson further...sis” He raised a brow at you, but laughed at your 😲 face.

“noooo” you dramatically fell to the ground

he chuckled, “I’m joking, but I hope you won’t call me bro again.”

“lesson learned”

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don't worry, baby

description: you get stranded all alone with your crush, resident frat bro, sero hanta, when your car breaks down during an impending hurricane

word count: 6.4k

title: don't worry baby by the beach boys

author's note: where i live, we get hurricanes a lot and there's just something so special about watching a hurricane roll in at the beach so i wrote a lil somethin' with that in mind also because i can't stop thinking about shitty frat boy w a heart of gold!sero

pairing: sero hanta x reader

content warnings: drug use, alcohol use, f!reader, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, explicit language, penetrative unprotected sex, light choking, creampie, little bit of plot w a little bit of porn (18+/mdni/ageless blogs dni!!!!)

all characters are in their early 20s

banner pics from pinterest

dark and gray pitiful smoke hung in the heavy air. you took a defeated swipe with your foot at one of the front car tires. your raven-haired road trip companion stood a few paces away from you, on the phone with a tow truck company. on the horizon, you could see the sky darkening-a hellacious storm readying to split the sky in half. sero hung up the call, walking the few paces over to you and using you like an armrest. you wanted to shrink away from him but stood fast, angling your gaze down at the grass underneath your sneakers.

“tow truck guy said he could be here in fifteen. he said he’d try his best to fix whatever’s wrong with ol’ bessie here, but he sent all of his mechanics home early on account of the hurricane.” you nodded your head sourly. you felt like a fool.

“‘m sorry for ruining spring break.” the smallness of your voice wasn’t aided by the wall of humidity that your breath had to cut through.

“you didn’t ruin spring break, babe.” hanta bumped your shoulder with his in an attempt to brighten your mood. “but if only someone would have warned you that your ten-year-old shitbox wouldn’t make it five-hundred miles to the coast.” he clicked his tongue in mock annoyance.

“hey! we’re on the coast!” you cast your eyes to the row of brightly painted houses and just beyond, a dark cerulean stripe under the light blue of the sky.

“on the way here, i counted five different faded billboards all advertising different golf courses named after jungle cats. there isn’t even a bar in sight. how can one shitty little down be dry and responsible for so much water waste all at the same time?” hanta sulked.

“i just wanted to take the scenic route.” you pouted, lower lip jutting out. you had this stupid, unavoidable crush on sero and you still didn’t know how you felt about drawing the short straw to accompany him in the other car on the way to your spring break vacation. the other car held the rest of your friends and some of sero’s frat brothers. you thought that driving down with sero would have just been easy. you were pals after all, crush notwithstanding.

“next time, just let me pay for a rental.” hanta smiled down at you and you had to look away from him. you couldn’t handle the idea of him thinking of you as a good friend that he would enjoy going adventures with. you grunted in acknowledgement of his words and crossed your arms over your chest. up the road, you could see a black tow truck ambling towards your poor car. silently, you hoped that there was nothing catastrophically wrong with your beloved car. the pair of you had gone through too much together for it to end up dying on the side of some country road. the tow truck pulled over onto the shoulder of the road behind your car and a short, older man in a baseball cap hopped out of the cab.

“y’all called about a tow?” the man addressed the pair of you, his eyes stopping to rake down your body.

“yeah, think you can help?” sero asked, a hint of standoffishness in his voice at the way he noticed the older man looking at you. abruptly, you felt sero’s hand in your back pocket and he was pulling you into his side territorially. you barked out a nervous laugh and tried to cover it up with a cough. the man looked appraisingly at the two of you.

“all depends. why’d the car stop working?” the tow truck owner asked and you desperately tried to keep more laughter from bubbling out of your chest. it was uncomfortable, sero’s hand still being in your back pocket, but not necessarily unwelcome. you felt like you were in the twilight zone. you blamed it on the difference in air pressure. there was no reason to read more into sero’s actions than him just being protective over you. there was nothing more to it than it just being in his nature.

“there was a lotta black smoke and it kinda sounded….i dunno, bad?” you shrugged your shoulders, not having the words to properly describe the sound.

“pop the hood for me.” the man requested and you stepped around to the driver side and sero’s hand easily slid out of your pocket. you took a deep breath as you opened the door and pulled on the lever that made the hood pop up. the man pulled the hood the rest of the way up and yanked an oily shop rag out of his back pocket. sero watched on in silence. you stepped back next to him. sero’s hand stayed by his side.

the two of you watched in silence as the man tapped around under the hood for a few moments, opening caps and pulling at hoses. he stuck his head out from under the hood, wiping his hand on the dirty rag.

“are you familiar with oil?” he directed the question to you.

“oil?”

“you know, cars need it to function. kinda like gas.”

“i know what oil is.” you furrowed your brows together, not enjoying being talked down to.

“are you aware that you have to put more in from time to time.” the man put the shop rag back into his pocket. you blinked at him. “i’m guessin’ not.” he muttered under his breath and started to walk back to his truck. “i’ve got some here that’ll work for you.” he called over his shoulder and you grinned up at sero, who had a look of relief on his face.

“oh, thank you so much!” you thanked him. the emotional standoff from moments earlier was forgotten.

“won’t even charge you an’ your boyfriend here for it.” the man grinned slyly and as if both of you were burned, you both took a step in the opposite direction of each other. it was sero’s turn to let out an uncomfortable laugh. you felt your heart pitter-pattering against your chest. the man finished pouring the quart of oil into your car and stepped back, resealing the bottle with the lid. “i don’t know if you two are from out of town or what, but we’ve gotta hurricane about to come through later today and i don’t advise drivin’ through it. now, it’s not supposed to be nearly as bad as the one we had last year, but a hurricane’s a hurricane and the smartest thing to do would be to just stay the night. lucky for y’all, the wife’s a realtor and had some beach house rental cancellations so i’m sure she could cut you a deal.”

and that was how you and sero ended up alone together in a tiny little a-frame beach house that still had decorations and board games from the nineties adorning it. the kitchen windows were boarded up, but the plate glass windows facing the beach remained unobstructed. you could have walked from the deck down on the beach if you had really wanted to. instead, after an agitating grocery trip with the raven-haired man, you stood on the porch of the house with your back pressed against the railing, pulling on a cigarette with a can of cheap beer clutched in your hands. you looked on as sero rolled a blunt on the plate in his lap. between the both of you, you had about an eighth to make do with. you took a sip of beer and tried to break your focus on sero’s long fingers.

“hey,” his warm voice broke you out of your reverie and you looked up at him to see him jerk his head upwards, motioning you over to him as his bangs fanned over his forehead. “i’m kinda busy here, can you…” he trailed off but you knew what he wanted without him having to ask for it, having been in this situation countless times before at the parties he would throw and you would both end up outside together. you stepped closer to him, holding your half-smoked cigarette between your fingers and watched as sero craned his head forward and puffed on it slowly. you held your breath, shaky hand bringing your beer can to your lips once again before offering it to hanta after pulling the cigarette away. you watched the fine sheen of sweat on his cheeks glisten as his head moved. you desperately needed to rally your composure if you were gonna make it through the night without incident.

“thanks, babe.” sero grinned up at you and you grunted out your response before turning your back to him in favor of watching the waves crash against the sand. this way, you stood a chance at keeping your longing to yourself. you noted the way the water was getting rougher and the way the worsening wind was blowing sand around down on the beach. you had never seen anything like it.

“do you think the power’ll go out?” you wondered aloud and turned back to face sero, now licking the brown blunt wrap to seal it up.

“god, i hope not. it’s too damn hot.” as if for emphasis, he wiped his hand across his forehead and messed up his hair and you pushed down the urge to reach your fingers out and straighten his hair. you took a long drag off of your cigarette before stubbing it out and placing the butt on the railing. you watched a bead of sweat glide down hanta’s neck. you thought about walking into the ocean and letting it swallow you up.

“are we gonna smoke that now, or what?”

“i thought you’d never ask.” he beamed at you, standing up, blunt between his teeth, and stretched his body towards the sky. you could hear his bones crack. it caused you to snicker. “need more beer.” he transitioned easily and slid open the door that led back inside. you followed as if you were possessed by him and ended up dutifully standing next to him at the refrigerator and taking the handful of beer cans that he handed you. you led the way over to the couch and tried to set each beer can down without too much of a racket. one ended up tipping over and knocking the others over onto the carpet beneath the coffee table. you heard sero behind you laughing just over the short flick of his lighter. he laid back against against the armrest, long legs laid across the arm rest on the opposite end.

“where am i supposed to sit?” you pouted, cracking open a new can for you and sero to share. one of your hands came to prop on your hip.

“c’mere.” he smiled childishly and made grabbing motions at you. your mouth opened and closed in embarrassment as you tried to figure out some way to politely decline. “oh come on, it’s freezin’ in here!” sero groaned theatrically and you had to agree with him. it was positively frigid in the house compared to the heat and humidity of outside. you sat down in the middle of the couch and laid next to him, inadvertently curling your body more into his to prevent yourself from falling off the side. however, the couch was old and your movement pushed you farther than you would have liked into hanta’s side. despite this, the couch was comfortable and he was warm and your nose was full of the scent of smoke and you had to suppress a contented little sigh. you felt the deep rumble of a laugh reverberate through sero’s chest and you looked up at him in false annoyance as he placed the blunt into your waiting fingers.

“comfy?” the wind whipped around the house outside loudly. it sounded like a freight train. the sky grew menacingly darker.

“yeah, ‘m comfy.” your lungs filled with smoke. “just hope the power doesn’t go out.” you craned your head to look out of the tall windows as you exhaled.

“what is it with you and the power going out?” you passed the blunt back to sero. “afraid of the dark or somethin’?” you shook your head and took a sip of beer. the few that you had drank right after arrival were starting to wear on you, loosening you up.

“not afraid of the dark. afraid of bein’ stuck in the dark during a hurricane.” you clarified hazily.

“don’t worry, baby. it won’t be that bad.” sero drawled and his fingers brushed against yours absently. it shocked you back into your right mind.

“you don’t actually, like, know that.”

“sure i do. it’s spring break. nothing bad ever happens on spring break.”

“except for my car breaking down and getting us stranded here.” you laughed into the smoke-filled room.

“nah, i wouldn’t even count that.” sero’s lithe body pressed against yours as he sat up to tap the ash off of the blunt and into his discarded beer can on the coffee table. he plopped back down easily and brought the brown wrap to his lips again, inhaling deeply.

“sero, are you-” you started to ask if you did, in fact, feel his hard dick brush into your side not even a full moment ago but the words died in your throat before they had occasion to live.

“am i what?” he questioned easily, passing the blunt back to your waiting fingers. he exhaled a smoke ring. you tried to focus on that.

“nevermind.” you ignored the heat rising in your chest and instead focused too closely on pulling off the blunt, letting your eyes flutter shut and envisioning smoke filling your lungs. smoke and silence hung in the air when you exhaled so long that you let out a dry cough when there was no air left in you. you picked up the can of beer you had left all but abandoned on the coffee table, lukewarm condensation mixing with the clammy perspiration on your hands. you finished the rest greedily as sero took the blunt from your hands. you settled back down against his shoulder, watching him out of the corner of your eye.

“you were gonna ask if i’m hard, weren’t you?” he had a lopsided grin on his face and you choked on your spit. he inhaled, right arm coming to rest behind his head.

“oh-yeah.” you answered, trying to play it off like you had already forgotten.

“i am.” his voice went straight between your legs. god damn him.

“cool.” you did your best to sound nonchalant and entertain yourself with picking at your nails. the wind was starting to pick up in earnest outside and giant globs of rain started pounding against the glass panes and making them rattle in their frames. the lights in the living room flickered once, twice. you shivered and weren’t sure if it was because of the chill from the cranked-up air conditioning or your proximity to sero. the sky darkened angrily over the beach.

“hey, c’mere.” he repeated and you felt him looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes and all you could hear was static in your ears all of a sudden. his right hand reached over your shoulder to thread the tip of the blunt through the pull-tab of the discarded beer can and found its way to the side of your face. you found yourself fascinated by the red ring around the edge of his pretty eyes and were taken off guard by how close his face was getting to yours. you let your hand slither its way in between your pressed together warm bodies and your eyes shuttered themselves, head inching forward imperceptibly to meet sero’s. you waited to feel his lips on yours, held your breath as you felt the moment you had been craving approaching. instead, you felt his thumb on your chin pulling down softly. you let your lips part and felt the pad of sero’s thumb run over your lower lip before you felt his lips gently against yours, pushing warm smoke from his mouth into yours. after a quiet second, he pulled away to lay on his back again and it was only then that you exhaled, clearing your lungs, and looked up at him. he stared at the ceiling with that annoying smirk still on his face.

“what, did you think i was gonna kiss you?” he cut his eyes down to look at you. a scowl played on your face. you didn’t answer him. “mina told me you can’t cum.” he continued on in the silence and you choked on the spit you were trying to swallow.

“why the hell would she tell you that?” you grumbled, arms coming to cross against your chest. you hated how shitty and soft the couch cushions were, the way they made you slope down to press into sero’s muscular side without reprieve.

“dunno. i think she was drunk. it was when we were watching you makeout with that little blonde guy.” sero drummed his fingers against his chest. if you were rational, you would have gotten up to go bury yourself underneath a rock, but your body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. he snorted through his nose. “she said you were ‘in the midst of suffering through a consortium of bad dick.’”

“that’s a way to put it.” you threw your left forearm over your face and made a mental note to talk to mina later about what it meant to keep secrets. at the very least, she didn’t know and go blabbing about your crush on sero.

“so how big is it?” sero asked and you could feel him rolling his body over so his chest was pressed horizontally into your side. your two bodies mirrored the way the couch was built.

“how big is what?” you asked in confusion and then in the space of a blink, sero was hovering over top of you. he was so close to you that his black bangs tickled against your forehead and one of his legs rested between your parted thighs to help him hold himself up. you worked your fingertips into the crack of the couch cushion to stop yourself from running your fingers down his torso.

“how many guys belong to the consortium of bad dick?” he asked simply. his warm breath tickled your nose. you thought you could get high on the mixing scent of his sweat and cologne. his thigh settled more in between your legs and you wanted to buck your hips up against him.

“uh, like seven, i think.” you drawled out like you didn’t know, but begrudgingly you had kept count of your conquests each weekend, none of them bringing you the release that you craved. you thought back to all the times the guy you were hooking up with would cum, roll over, and fall asleep. it was no big deal, you simply got acquainted with your hand-thoughts of sero running through your head while your man of the night snored next to you. sero tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear and cooed at you sympathetically.

“seven, like, since the semester started or in total?” he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he hovered closer to you, elbows caging your head in and not allowing to you look anywhere other than at him. you rolled your clothed core imperceptibly against his thigh, just hoping that it would give you some relief from the way his voice was making goosebumps pop up all over your skin. you felt your blood almost boil in embarrassment and arousal.

“i-in total,” you stuttered out, knowing that you didn’t have near the amount of experience as sero and his near revolving door of prospects. “just think there's something wrong with me.” you tried to laugh and diffuse the situation, disarm sero so he wouldn’t pick up on you trying to rut your hips more heavily against his thigh. you let out a shaky breath and dug your fingers into sero’s bicep when he dipped down and pressed a wet kiss against the junction of your neck and your shoulder.

“nothin’ wrong with you, baby,” he muttered hotly against your skin and then moved to the other side of your neck and repeated the action. “some guys are just assholes.” when his breath fanned against your skin this time, you didn’t have the self-control to stop the way your hips jerked against his thigh. he stared back down at you with the same intensity.

“and you’re not one of those assholes?” you raised your eyebrows and tried to disguise the way that it was getting harder for you to breathe. as if from another dimension, you heard the wind whip again outside and the power dipped off again for a few seconds before coming back on, bathing sero in gentle light.

“i’m absolutely one of those assholes,” he chuckled, pulling one of his hands down to stroke his fingers against your neck. “but i know how to get someone off.” he had a heavy look of mirth in his eyes as he pressed closer to whisper in your ear. “look at you for example, pretty girl, using my leg to get off and i don’t even have to do anything.” your eyes got wide and you laid stock still as if you had been shocked. sero nipped playfully at the sensitive skin just under your ear. “don’t stop on my account. only stop if you want to but i don’t mind.” he locked eyes with you and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, couldn’t send the right message from your brain to you body to hold your hips still. instead, you rutted your hips in earnest against the length of sero’s thigh, letting out a stuttering moan when your lower back landed on the couch again. sero drew his bottom lip in between his teeth and his hand came down to rest on your waist. you could feel his bulge resting against your upper thigh. you wanted to run your hand over it, to feel his length, but you were too worried to move your hands.

you repeated the motion over and over, keenly aware and annoyed by the four layers of fabric separating you from the sero. you wanted him more than anything, but, too afraid to let the words stumble from between your lips, you had to settle for rubbing your pussy up against his leg and keen at the way your underwear slid against your clit. sero rubbed easy little circles into your hips and kept nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

“do you remember,” he started, leaving a sloppy kiss on your clavicle and pushing his fingers up under the hem of your tank top. “that girl that ran out of the party last weekend?” his long fingers ghosted over your chest while he looked at you expectantly for an answer.

“the one that you had upstairs with you?” you breathed deeply. you focused enough to pull the memory from the haze of your mind. “yeah.”

“do you know why she ran out on me?” he had an evil grin on his face as his hovering hand moved back down to pull at the hem of your top. you sat up a bit to help him pull it over your head and let out a persistent mewl at the new friction you found. the hairs on your arms prickled in the cool air of the living room.

“don’t really wanna hear about you hooking up with some girl, sero.” you whispered, modesty on your mind for the first time as you tried to cover your chest with your arms. sero grabbed both of your hands in his, pinning them up over the armrest of the couch. he dipped his head down, nose raking over the valley of your breasts and against the cups of your bra before his warm breath was tickling the shell of your ear again.

“she left because i kept calling her your name. fucked her brains out though.” he finished simply, like he was proud of what he had done. his own length now rubbed relentlessly against the outside of your thigh. the two of you were a mess of sweat and limbs and labored breathing.

“that’s…great, sero. really.” you tried to sound unaffected by the information. did that mean sero had a thing for you, close to the one that you had for him? it was a point you didn’t have long to ruminate on before his hand that wasn’t holding yours hostage above your head was snaking around to your back and undoing the clasp of your bra. he let go of your hands to impatiently yank the thing off of you and throw it back over his shoulder. with a cringe, you heard your bra connect with the battalion of discarded beer cans on the coffee table. sero’s palms traced heavily your sides, relishing in the way you pitifully dragged your clothed core against his thigh. it was as if nothing else mattered except for the drag of your clit against his muscly thigh. he shook his head mockingly at you and leaned in close to your face again. a big wave rose in your stomach and threatened to push you off of a cliff.

“uh-uh, baby.” his hands wandered up to your breasts and groped lightly. “call me hanta.” his thumbs ghosted over your nipples, already hardened from the cool air. “han-ta.” he punctuated the syllable with a little kiss to the space behind your ear and you arched your chest up into his, still clothed in a t-shirt.

“you’re so fucking annoying.” you whispered at the ceiling, arms coming to snake around sero’s neck and fingers playing with his hair. you were so pitifully close to coming now that you couldn’t slow down if you tried. the dam was so close to breaking. you were trying to rail back in anyway you could against the emotions sero was making you feel. it was embarrassing.

“that’s bold talk for someone about to cum from humping my leg.” he chuckled, hands working at pulling his cock over the waistband of his shorts. you leaned up to see what he was doing, forehead brushing against his, and almost choked at the sight. you surmised that sero’s cock was big from some highly scientific glances you had made at his crotch, but nothing compared to seeing it like this in all of it’s glory. you wrapped your arms tighter around hanta’s neck as he tugged at the length of his dick, sinful moans falling from in-between his parted lips. you tried to pull him down into a kiss, which he had been denying you of, to get your mind off of what it would feel like to have him pushing himself deep into your cunt. instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he pressed one to your cheek, mouth pulled into a line in concentration.

“why won’t you kiss me?” you hated the way you breathlessly whined-the way you sounded so needy. the dam inside of you was a centimeter away from cracking.

“because i know it’s annoying the shit out of you.” he breathed heavily against the side of your face and the sound of his indisposed voice was enough to shatter the dam completely, an absolute fire raging throughout your body as your hips stuttered, pulling you through your high.

“f-fuck, hanta, oh my god!” you breathed, not sure of where you were in that moment and not caring at all. your head had fallen back against the armrest of the couch. your hands tangled tightly into sero’s hair and pulled upwards, moving you so you could see his ministrations against his own cock. he groaned loudly, his head followed the path of your hand obediently. you felt more warmth pooling between your legs once again.

sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, your right hand abandoned its place nestled against sero’s scalp and came down to join his hand on his cock. your hand was on top of his, only going through the same motions that he was initiating himself, but it was enough to make him slot his head into the crook of your neck until he was biting and suckling so fervently at your skin that you were almost screaming at the pleasure he was making you feel.

“shit i’m gonna-i’m gonna-” he started urgently and was cut off by thick white ropes of his seed shooting against your stomach. you admired the way his cum looked against your skin and dragged a finger through it. you couldn’t help but to be captivated by it. coming back down to earth, hanta watched you intently and you were unaware of his gaze until his index finger joined yours in the mess on your stomach and he was dragging his finger up to your lips. he wiped the stripe of his own seed against your lower lip and watched with a fire in his eyes as your eyes connected with his and your tongue darted out to lick the mess from your lips. solidly, he gripped your chin in his long fingers and crashed his mouth down onto yours and bullied his tongue into your mouth. he liked what he found there, moaning into the kiss and taking your breath away. the two of you were an unrehearsed symphony of spit and limbs, neither of you being able to get close enough to other. hanta pulled away from you suddenly as if he had remembered something. a light blush flittered across the apples of his cheeks.

he sat up in between your legs and reached his arms up over his head, tugging his t shirt off of his body and wiping away the fluid that he had left on your stomach.

“sorry about that.” he grinned bashfully and dropped his shirt on the floor. he settled back on top of you and one of your hands situated itself in his hair and the other came down to explore the slight expanse of his chest. you wrapped your legs around his waist and settled farther into the couch, pulling him with you. you couldn’t believe that you were kissing sero, let alone like this, and mere minutes ago he had you peaking with barely even touching you. you kissed greedily down sero’s neck and relished in the hushed gasp he let out when your teeth barely grazed his skin.

“y’ don’t know how bad i wanted this.” he whispered against your cheek as he trailed down to your jaw. you whined against his neck and felt him get hard against you again.

“you…wanted this?” you stared up at him with blown eyes.

“so bad.” he eyed you hungrily and you registered the onslaught of rain of the roof and the harsh charge of the wind outside passingly as it grew louder.

“wan-want you to fuck me.” you found the courage to whisper against hanta’s neck and then his fingers were drumming lazily against your lips has his hips jerked involuntarily against you.

“well now, i can’t deny the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on, can i?” he teased, kissing down your chest until he licked against one of your nipples. you whined, sheepish. sero started working at the button and zipper on your shorts. “this is still okay with you?” he looked at you with eyes containing momentary levity. you nodded your confirmation, needing more of his touch. he worked your shorts and underwear down your legs. you were relieved to be rid of your uncomfortably wet underwear.

crawling back up your body. hanta worked one of his arms under your neck to cradle your head and his other hand found its way down between your legs. you let out a strangled moan, jaw going slack, at the feeling of his middle finger gliding through your slick folds. you panted out little breaths as his finger started lazily circling around your clit and exploring. your hands stroked down his back and through his soft hair. despite the pleasure, you felt a voice in the back of your head telling you that you ought not to feel this way, that you didn’t deserve this-especially not with hanta.

“sorry for uh, being so needy. fucking this up.” you whispered, eyes not meeting his. his finger stopped its slow work.

“what’re you talking about?” confusion danced through his dark eyes.

“i just-i feel like…it’s dumb that i like you this much.” you pressed your thighs closer around sero’s waist despite your words. he snorted against your skin.

“sure you’re bein’ dumb, but that’s not the reason, pretty girl.” he tilted your chin up with his other hand so that you were looking at him. “i-” he hummed, stopping to think of his next words. “i don’t know! i like you! wanna fuck you, wanna hold your hand, wanna fuckin’... dance on an elevated surface with you next weekend.” you blinked your eyes repeatedly, trying to process all of the information. “so you’re not dumb…just maybe a little bit though for not picking up on that.” sero finished with a self-concious laugh and started his ministrations against your clit again. your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched up into him. you tugged his head down for a kiss and it was easy, his warm lips moving against your own and it helped you settle your thoughts.

his index finger travelled down to your entrance, swirling around lazily before coming back up to focus on your clit again. your breathing grew heavy against his lips. your arm slithered down between your chilly, sweat covered bodies and tried to press his hand closer to you.

“need more, sero.” you whined in his ear.

“what’d i tell you, baby?” he continued his evil pace against your clit. his fingers slipped against how wet you were. you wanted to crawl out of your own skin to find more blessed friction.

“please, hanta. need to feel more of you.” you didn’t care how you sounded-you were only driven by desire. he nipped at your lower lip through the smirk on his face.

“need me to fuck you?” his eyes burned into yours as he mocked your tone. abruptly, you felt his index finger enter you up to the knuckle. you arched your back, pressing your chest flush against his when he curled his finger up against your belly button. “fuck, you’re so wet.” he mused and didn’t waste any time in adding his middle finger. your jaw hung lax as you tried not to get overwhelmed by the stimulation. you did your best to meet his thrusts. nothing else mattered in that moment than hanta and the burgeoning wall of emotions that you were feeling. with his free hand, you felt him pulling his shorts and underwear down lower and then he was settling his body down flush against yours.

as he pulled his fingers away from you, you let out a whine that almost matched the wind outside in pitch but slowly, he pushed into you. all you felt was a heavy pressure in your lower half. you screwed your eyes shut and tried to focus on hanta’s hands running through your hair and cooing at you.

“that’s good, sweet girl. keep breathing, okay?” he instructed though his breathing was heavy and ragged. carefully he pulled out and pushed back in just as slowly. you nodded up at him through hazy eyes. he pressed his sweaty forehead against your own as he fucked into you deep and slow. hanta captured your lips against his own in a searing kiss when he finally bottomed out in you. there was nothing else in the world except for the heavy drag of his cock against your slick insides. god, you thought, the butterflies were incessant. sero fucked you just as smoothly as he talked, leading you to press your hips against his more persistently and beg for more of his touch.

“feel so good with you on my dick.” he muttered against your lips and his fingers splayed across your face to cradle you.

“wanna cum like this.” you couldn’t find it within yourself to care what was coming out of your mouth as hanta’s hips circled harshly against your own and his hips gave your clit the blessed friction it needed everytime he slid home.

“you fixin’ to cum for me, baby, huh? so fuckin' quick?” he picked up his pace and slid his fingers heavily down your jaw until his hand laid against your neck. he put steady pressure on the sides of your neck until you heard static in your ears and your eyes started fluttering towards the back of your head. the sensation was divine. it was, enough so, that when hanta let go of your neck to slide between your joined bodies to rub urgently against your clit, you started clenching around his cock relentlessly. the very next thing you knew, you were being bathed in the warm sensation of your orgasm. it was, what you hypothesized, sex should feel like. you were breathless and your body felt boneless as hanta kept fucking into you in search of his own release. you wrapped your legs tighter around him and your hands gripped his sweaty hair. you hissed at the slight overstimulation but you could feel his thrusts going more and more ragged. sero’s touch on your skin was enough to leave marks at this point. he hitched your leg higher on his waist, hitting a new angle up against your stomach mercilessly that had you crying out for him and digging blunt fingernails against the back of his neck.

presently, hanta’s hips stuttered twice against your own and you felt nothing but warmth coat your insides as his forehead dropped against your shoulder. you let out a chuckle through your own ragged breathing and sero turned his head to look at you, sliding his softening cock out of you as he did so.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, though he had a goofy smile on his face to match your own.

“i think the consortium of bad dick might be closed for business.” you leaned down to press a simple kiss against his lips. he threw a lanky arm over your middle and pulled you closer into his naked body. your heavy-lidded eyes took in the sight of him threading his fingers in between your own. the two of you drifted off to sleep while listening to the harsh pound of rain and the eerie whistle of the wind outside.

#does this kinda suck? yeah! did i spend too long on it anyways for it to just sit in my google docs? also yeah!#pls be nice on this one i tried my best #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #sero brainrot #mha x you #jeni writes

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iwadori · 3 years

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are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

masterlist

AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa angst #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa oneshot #signedwithane😌

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moemammon · 3 years

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Can we get some hurt/comfort type stuff where the bros catch MC crying?

It's cool if not, drink water and remember that you're a really cool person ♡

"I Saw You Crying.. Are You Okay?" (Feat. The Demon Bros and GN!MC)

(Hurt comfort, angst, and feels of all varieties)

Enjoy❤️

Lucifer

When Lucifer caught you crying the moment you set your school bag down, he knew something was wrong. He likes to be aware of every situation if he's able, so seeing you like this and not knowing what's the matter is... troubling, to say the least.

He watches your demeanor as you slink off to your room, hoping no one stops you on your way there. He's the type to gather information before engaging, but it's not like he can figure anything out like this, so he goes after you.

He finds you curled up into a pitiful ball, sobbing into a pillow. It doesn't take long for his hand to find a place atop your head, gently petting your hair back. Lucifer doesn't speak, instead allowing you to initiate it first.

And whether or not you DO tell him what's wrong, he listens carefully and provides you comfort all the same. He knows that words can't always fix everything, but having someone to confide in can be a comfort.

"I'll stay here for as long as you need me. Ah, my work? Don't worry about that either. I doubt I could get anything done while worrying over you, MC."

Mammon

When Mammon spotted the tears streaking your cheeks, he immediately went into defensive mode. Can you blame him though? He's supposed to be your guardian! He's ready to fuckin FIGHT

And as such, he immediately hurried after you despite you trying to escape to the bathroom. He'll grab your arm, pull you close, and hurry you off to his room before his brothers can steal you

Promptly plops you down on the sofa and drapes his coat over you. He doesn't know what happened, but he wants names. And if that's not the case, he'll quickly calm down to listen to you.

Big bro has had his fair share of letting his baby brothers vent, so he's pretty good at this sort of thing. Actually, he tries his best to help out if he can. He might not be the best at it, but he means well. And he'll try especially hard if it means you'll smile again.

"Hey... look at me, MC. Crying outta nowhere like that... When something's botherin' ya, come to me. If it's enough to make ya cry, I wanna be involved."

Levi

Levi had been through enough to know the difference between eyes that were red form staying up late, and eyes that were red from crying. Sometimes he’d experience both, depending on what he might've been binging.

But in your case, your red eyes were caused by the latter, along with the sniffling you thought you could hide from him when you came into his room and asked if you could watch tv with him. Of course he agreed, and he gathered up his courage so that the moment you came close enough, he could pull you into his arms.

He's no good at stuff like this. He never thought of himself as the type that anyone would come to for comfort, and yet here you were, choosing his room as your sanctuary. There's no way he could deny you after you came so far!

Levi's definitely a good listener since he's not sure how to handle giving advice, and does his best to dish out distractions. Wanna play a game? He recently got a snack crate shipped in, full off all sorts of sweets! Wanna try some? And he just ordered a super cute sheep plush if you feel like hugging it. Or... you could hug him too, if you want.

"I know that.. things can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. And it probably doesn't help that you're away from your world. But if it's any comfort, y-you can always come here. You're my Henry-... no, you're my friend. So I want to make sure you're okay."

Satan

Satan caught sight of you scrubbing your eyes when you thought no one was watching, and would've assumed you got dust in your eye if he didn't notice how red your face was.

And the way you suddenly closed the book in your hands, put it in a random spot, and rushed off. You knew how Lucifer could be when it came to the organization of the library, so there's no way you'd risk a lecture over a simple mistake.

He hung back for a bit instead of pursuing you, because he knew how beneficial a little alone time could be when one was upset. But that doesn't mean he won't text you to see if you're alright.

When you reply, and grant him permission to see you after he asks for it, Satan arrives with extra blankets, herbal tea, and obviously, a few books. He'll ask if you want to talk about it, but if not, that's fine too.

"They say lavender chamomile tea works wonders for stress relief, and I can attest to that. I... don't know what's on your mind, and I know it can be difficult to put your feelings into words at times, but I'm here, even if you need to yell."

Asmo

When Asmo heard your sobs echoing from the bathroom, he either assumes that you A), poked yourself in the eye during your skincare routine he made you begin, or B), something was wrong.

And from the harsh sound of your cries, he figured it was the latter. There's no way he would let you endure any hardships alone! Asmo to the rescue!

He's quick to politely knock on the door, but doesn't wait for you to allow him access when he's already got it open and closes it behind himself. He gets one good look at you, and he's already cooing.

The boy cups your face and peppers it with little kisses, wiping your tears, smoothing your hair back, and ushering you over to sit in the side of the tub, so he can hug you tight.

"Darling, are you okay?? Look at the state of you... Shall I pamper your worries away with a nice bath? And when that's over, I plan to spoil you until you can't think of anything other than my beautiful face! I'll do anything to make you smile again."

Beel

Beel intended to go to your room to share a new flavor of potato chips with you, but instead was met with the sound of your shaking sobs from behind your closed door. That's all it takes for him to forget about the bags of chips in his arms.

They're discarded to the ground and he hesitates near your door for a moment, worry welling up within him. But Beel won't let you cry for long, because he's already entered your room and is sheepishly approaching your bed.

Without a word, the big ol bear gathers you into his arms for a tight hug, leaning into your shoulder and exhaling. You both stay in that position for a long, long while until your crying has calmed.

He pulls back to wipe your tears and snot, and gives you a worried look. What could've had you crying like this? Were you sad about something? You didn't seem physically hurt... Was someone mean to you? Was it Mammon-

"MC... please don't cry. I'll stay with you as long as you need me to, and I won't let go of you. If you need to hit something, you can hit me. Should I stay here for the night? ....Belphie won't mind. I don't want you to be alone."

Belphie

Belphie didn't know why you weren't answering his texts, but while he normally wouldn't mind, he was desperate to have your attention. Or rather, he really wanted to hug you.

And it seemed you would need just that when he entered your room to find you all curled up under your blankets, hiccuping away the aftermath of a hard crying session. What could've had you in such a state was beyond him, but it bothered him to no end.

So Belphie did what he does best and invaded your space, curling up next to you to lay down and pull you into his arms. He doesn't say anything, only your soft sobs breaking the silence between you.

His hand gently rubs your back when he feels you shake, and he squeezes you a little tighter when you sniffle. Eventually, he looks down at you and moves the blankets from your face, his expression soft.

"...Feeling a little better now? I can't stand seeing you so upset. If someone hurt you, I'll take care of it. If not, I'll let you cry in my arms for as long as you need. And maybe you'll feel better after a nap, hm? Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

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out of time — fez x oc

A/N: I wrote this kinda quick last night and just finished it up now…yet kept struggling to get the party scene started lol? I wrote this with this song in the background so it only made sense to title it this. Songs come in handy for titles. It’s my favorite from the album, played it tf out and I should actually listen to the rest of the album 😂 because after I heard this one I never finished the rest of it. It’s that good for meeee! Anyways I also included characters from Power: Ghost — Book II if you’re wondering or also watch that. These are my two shows on Sunday nights.

WARNINGS : There’s sorta spoilers in this if you’re not caught up yet? If you’re not, what are you doing?? Unless you’re just starting the show then I’ll be quiet. Hope you enjoy this little one.

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“Janu,” January Sands was probably the only other person that fez really loved. Romantically. Despite what his grandma told him to do when he was younger, he fell in love. He didn’t like to talk about it much and he and I were in the same boat when it came to feelings and shit. Except…maybe Fez knew how to better communicate than I did but he always told me timing was a issue between them. I always wanted things to work for Janu and Fez—I honestly thought they were meant to be much like Jules and I.

Yet time sure does have a way of fucking things up you know?

I’m sure fez would agree.

Red cups.

smoke in the air.

music so loud that it made Janu’s heart rattle.

A arm was attached to Janu’s exposed waist from a blond that she wasn’t 100% sure she was in love with but loved being around?

January Sands was back in California for only four days since her new found friends wanted to get a taste of her old life before Stanford. Also it was mostly on business purposes for those three, janu was just here for the thrill of it…maybe?

It was New Years and technically her last day here before Janu and her new college friends head back to New York. Janu weren’t sure what she was expecting but it wasn’t witnessing fez low-key spitting game to what looked like rue’s old friend.

Of course it rubbed her the wrong way but she wouldn’t show it, since she was here with someone else too. Janu knew what flirting looked like when it came to fez, she was once in that same position once upon a time and picked up on his body language: how he kept strong eye contact with the girl who sported a braided crown and sly smiles he sent her way.

Janu was pulled away by the beat of a Don Toliver joint as Brayden captured her lips tenderly, a smile breaking out onto his own lips as he raised her hand in the air before spinning her back to his front. Janu wasn’t doing anything different than any of the other kids here, throwing it back on their significant others and having a helluva time.

It was time to say goodbye to the year before that brought on so so so much. Janu was more than ready. When the song ended she could tell Brayden was ready to take her up to one of the rooms by how he was sucking on her neck.

Laughing she reminded him over the next song change, “I’m on my period, b.”

“Fuck! that’s right, I’ll be back then. Don’t go anywhere, gorgeous.” She turned her face to his once more, pecking his lips with another laugh escaping her lips, while he scowled at her playfully.

He waddled away through the crowd trying to cover himself while Janu caught the eyes of Tariq and Effie also laughing at his predicament.

“Control yourself, bro!” Tariq yelled from across the room, out to his friend, who tossed a middle finger back in response.

Effie waved her finger over for Janu to join her and Tariq as she took a sip of the contents in her drink. Janu fanned her hand at Effie, mentally telling her to enjoy her time and that Janu was taking a mini break since Brayden was always amped up.

However Janu still found her body moving lightly to the beat as she lounged against the wall. That didn’t last when she felt sea storm eyes rolling waves over her.

January held Fez’s stare, noticing that he was now sitting by himself. Tilting her head to the side, she felt her tassel drop earrings brushing against her collarbone as she did so.

He lifted his chin up at her as he placed his blunt back to his lips. Sighing January rolled her eyes as she made her way over to him and plopped down close to him.

“Well hey,” she shoved his knee.

in which the top half of his body rose with a snort of laughter before looking at her, “wassup, janu girl?”

She shrugged, “just here with my people at this high school party that has nothing on my school’s parties, and you?”

He chuckled again, “okay scholar, same shit, vibing and wondering why someone I rocked with is here throwing it back on ‘ol dude that’s 5’2?”

It was janu’s turn to laugh and then give fez a look, “Brayden is at least a solid 5’5 okay? And he’s my—

She trailed off and fez dipped his head, his eyes peering at her through his long lashes. “Oh shit, you can’t even say it to my face huh, ma? That’s your man, yes or no?”

“Is Lexi your girl?”

Fez stuck his tongue behind his front lip, “…like I said, we all vibin’ right?”

The two sat in a little bit of tension when there really shouldn’t be. The both of them were over the moment Janu left for the city two years ago (although it wasn’t a happy moment with January full on crying with fez pushing her to go but it didn’t feel supportive in that moment to the girl—not with his tone) and it wasn’t until a few months prior that the both of them started speaking again. It wasn’t too often but it was mostly to check in on each other since there was so much history there and isn’t something the couple could just forget.

“You know I love you rite?” Fez puffed out around some smoke, pressing his shoulder into Janu’s to make sure that she heard him.

She kept her down-turned eyes out on the dance floor but that didn’t stop her from taking Fez’s hand into her own, “Of course, why else would you be roasting my man without even knowing him?”

Fez kissed his teeth. He had plenty of other reasons he could come up with, like why was his name “Brayden,” but he had no room to judge so much although when it came to Miss. January Sands, it seemed like all that shit went out the window.

“I just want you to be aware that…I’m always around—forreal I’ll even take a flight to the east coast and will always be there for you. The minute he fucks up, hit my line.” Fez stated and she knew he was deadass. He knew that Janu could handle herself but he wanted to be first in line if she couldn’t.

Now Janu looked at him, squeezing their intertwined fingers, she smiled at him genuinely, feeling her eyes burn as he placed a chaste kiss to the back of her palm.

“Happy new year, fezalicious.” Janu wished her old flame, using the personal nickname she gave him before adding, “Send my love to ash too, okay?”

And he watched her go again. This time first hand into someone else’s arms who beamed at the sight of her and Fez knew what that felt like.

However times were much different now.

His attention was broken by Lexi sitting beside him again and he couldn’t help to smile once more as he told her, “I was beginning to miss you…”

The new year could bring many things to your table: memories, revelations, old fucked up feelings, your exes and their short ass boyfriends or the stressful or excitement for the next 365 days…you name it.

In Fez’s case it brought resolutions and same beef.

January could tell how Fez was moving. Despite her laughing it up with her new found friends near by, she felt a sudden adrenaline swirling in her chest and when she looked up and over, her eyes were locked on Fez’s frame as he started making his way over to hold a conversation with the one and only Nate Jacobs.

Easily locked in Brayden’s lap ready for the countdown, the girl slowly sat up as she noticed the teal sweater that was once worn by Fez, was tossed to the side, leaving Fez in only a oversized white t-shirt. It all happened in slow motion as she watched the shards of glass splatter over the place; right onto Nate’s head.

While January’s friends were alerted much with the other’s, a smirk found it’s way by the corner of her lips. Yet fez didn’t stop there as he latched on Nate’s shirt after throwing a few swings once the bottle connected with his dome. Everyone either screamed or got their phones out to record and somehow Janu was also on her feet as fez kept beating the biggest piece of shit Janu knew unconscious.

Nate wasn’t looking so hot. Janu wanted to give Nate a nice kick to the ribs herself but she wasn’t down for catching anymore charges in a city she didn’t belong to anymore. Although she knew a few of those punches were for her too and that was enough for her.

Ultimately Janu knew why Fez did this now, it was always timing with him. If he didn’t get the situation handle right then and there, then trust, it would be handled one way or another.

Maddy Perez and Cassie Howard scrambled to get Fez to stop but they were no match for the beast that was unleashed. McKay was the only one that seemed to get Fez to budge just a teeny bit but Fez was up on his feet, on his own, ready to give McKay a one-two—if required.

“Fez!” January was short with the way she called out his name.

He whirled around to the girl, his body rising and falling with quick panting. He clenched and unclenched his bleeding hands as he seemed to calm down at the sight of Janu.

Dipping her head at him, he ripped himself away from the scene fleeing before anyone else could say anything else to him.

And now it was Janu’s time to watch him go.

“Mans fucking washed him as soon as the clock struck twelve, that’s g shit. About his business, he’s got my respect.” Tariq commented with his arm tossed across Effie’s shoulders.

Effie and Brayden were both shooting Janu a look as the curly haired girl commented, “looks like he deserved it, since only three people came to help his ass.”

“Trust me, he did.” Janu mumbled, “we should head out too.”

Inside the rental, Brayden toyed with Janu’s fingers slouched beside her in the backseat as she kept her eyes out into the night with Effie driving, “you knew that guy huh?”

“Nate? Unfortunately. A complete sociopath.” Janu answered, not turning her eyes.

Brayden sighed, “that’s not what I meant and I have a feeling you know that. I’m talking about the guy that beat the other guy’s ass. The one you got to leave just by calling his name.”

Resting her head against the headrest Janu answered, “right…he’s my ex.”

“He got hands too, better watch out Brayden.” Tariq spoke, looking at the two in the backseat but raised his hands in surrender when Brayden sent him a flat stare at his weak joke.

Brayden nodded at this new information, “what happened there if you don’t mind me asking? He didn’t make you happy anymore or…”

Inhaling Janu just held out a hand, “we thought we had all the time in the world but soon realized we didn’t. Basically just heading two different speeds. It was shitty and it’s over.”

January could feel Effie burning her dark eyes at her in the rear view and was sure she would hear about this later. Perhaps Janu shouldn’t have stepped in, then her new friends wouldn’t be in her business as much…yet January knew she always had a tie to fez no matter what happened in their lives or how far apart.

“Okay so his lost…can I finally get my New Years kiss?” Brayden sat up puckering his lips, making the girl roll her eyes.

Cupping his jawline, Janu leaned down to connect their lips, letting the thought of fez’s well-being subside for this moment.

#Spotify #euphoria #euphoria season 2 #hbo euphoria #fezco #fez euphoria #fezco x black! reader #fezco x woc! reader #fezco x oc #power ghost

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