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m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-
you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-
in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????
anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope
sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈
SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)
this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect
gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol
ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!
No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.
so this was gonna be chill but-
BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES
THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED
WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??
like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭
u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO
If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL
I like to think since you sound the OLDEST
that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech
(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)
and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references
theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,
so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like
“How’s your day been Azhy?”
“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”
“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y’know?”
camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol
♤
FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-
HE’S OVER HERE LIKE
“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”
“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”
HIS FACE-
He’s literally just → 😰😣💀
(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)
He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭
(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)
Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol
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Safe Travels,
💀 ♒
♡the beloveds♡
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Hello lovely these are all very random I’m sorry
- the introducing his gf made me think, jack would introduce you to everyone as my brynn.
- Jack uses lots of emojis when he’s texting you BUT it’s the most random emojis he can think of, and often they don’t (or do in mysterious ways) relate to the actual message.
- Each Christmas jack buys you matching fuzzy socks, makes you wear them and then ends up discarding his because he gets too hot, only for them to yet again go cold and then try to warm his feet under your ass where you’re sitting on the couch.
- Jack keeps a lil list of all your favourite things, but after you’ve been together for a few months he stops paying attention to it bc he knows everything by heart now.
- Sometimes he likes to scroll through it though, because it reminds him of the very start of your relationship and how nervous he was to get everything right.
- He comes with you to hair appointments. Complains the entire time. Then ooh’s and ahh’s when you’re done and he’s making you do a little twirl.
- Jack gives me easily gets hangry vibes, but he always makes sure those moods doesn’t affect you, and when you give him a lil snack (bc obvi you know him by now) he gets the cutest little smile on his face.
- Jack slaps your ass (maybe your boobs too) and mutters ‘mine’ under his breath each time.
- When he’s on Roadies he sends goodmorning, goodnight, good mid afternoon, good dinner time, basically sends you texts throughout the entire day with the most random uses of good (like that one time he wrote ‘good I just saw a squirrel time).
- Oh also if he’s on Roadies, his teammates chirps him for peeing a lot, but really he’s sneaking off to talk to you.
- Sends you random flowers and has them delivered everywhere. Your apartment, your work, your gym (how he managed that is still a mystery), your parents house when you’re there, your friends houses when you’re there, etc.
- Knows he’s bad a communicating sometimes, so he leaves lots of love notes.
- Sometimes if you ask “how much do you love me” for fun or maybe because you’re a little insecure that day, he’ll ever be completly serious or a little goofy (more than there are skittles in the world) depending on what he thinks you need.
- when you tell him about your day at work he will always, without fail, listen intently and ask for more in depth info on something you say.
- If someone was mean to you (or gross) at work he’ll be so angry so quick and you almost have to nail him to the ground to get him from storming over and kicking that persons ass.
- Pda? You betcha. Everywhere, anytime, all the time. He wants to show you off, show that you’re his, and also he just can’t help himself when he’s close to you.
- A little inappropriate sometimes, tho, like when his hand wont leave your backside even tho his parents are right there.
- He loves and hates lake house time. Loves bc he has you in his favourite place for so long and he gets to relax with you and wake up with you every day. Hates bc there are people around all the time when really he just wants to walk around naked with you.
- Def asks for your bra strap as a bracelet.
- Pre game naps are sacred and the only times you guys do not do it is on roadies. Still then, you fall asleep on FaceTime with him.
Okay, so this is so fine. I’m totally okay. This is fine, and I’m not crying. Except that I am crying. I had such a shit day at work and have been waiting to cry all day, and this beautiful headcannon is what pushed me over the edge.
This is all I ever want in life. Jack is such boyfriend material and everyday would be an adventure with him. I’m absolutely going to be rereading this at least a hundred times. 🥺
#sobbing and clasping my hands to my heart over this#i love him with all my heart#jack hughes#answered 💌#my mutuals my loves 💗
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15 with matt?
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ahh my first emoji anon hi make yourself at home 🏡
☼ beautiful boy ☼
trope: idiots to lovers
Affection isn’t foreign to us. We’re all affectionate people, we’re constantly close to one another, it's just normal for us. Lately, my affection towards and from you feels different than it does with your brothers. Not in a bad way, I can’t explain it, it just feels different.
A simple hand on the shoulder, head against the shoulder, brush against the back, arm draped over the shoulder feels more meaningful when it’s from you. I unconsciously gravitate towards you, being around you brings me such comfort and peace. You’re the first face I look for in any room, the one I want to be there with me when things get hard, the one who is always down for an aimless car ride at odd hours of the night. You’re the first person that comes to my mind, no matter what.
No one was in the mood to do anything or go anywhere so we all agreed on a movie night. Our attention was divided, the movie was more so background noise as we all hung out and messed around on our phones. Nick and Chris are on one side of the couch taking turns showing each other funny tik toks. I was on the other end of the couch, half laying half sitting, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. Looking up from my phone I’m met with your smiling face as you point a drink in my direction, I can’t help but smile back because you brought me one knowing I’d want one soon enough. Gratefully accepting the drink, you place yours on the table and point at the cushion next to me, silently asking if you could sit there. Nodding as I crack open my drink I’m quickly met with your head sideways on my lap as you face the TV. Instinctively, my arm goes to rest on your shoulder. Your left hand makes quick work finding mine, like muscle memory.
I drift in and out of consciousness, clearly long enough for Nick and Chris to finish the movie and retreat to their rooms. Sensing a change in my breathing, you turn your body to face towards me.
“Good to see you enjoyed the movie” you chuckle, knowing I always fall asleep during movies.
“I very much enjoyed it, definitely a top favorite” I joke back.
A comforting silence falls over the dimly lit living room, beautifully illuminating your features. I watch as your eyes dance across my face analyzing every inch of my face, my eyes mirroring your actions. My hand goes to your hair gently brushing it out of your face and raking my hand through your beautiful brown locks. My eyes land on every small feature of yours taking in and remembering their beauty.
Your crystal blue eyes that I could get lost in forever, the lines under your eyes from your messed up sleep schedule, the small scar that graces your face from when Nick burnt you, how pronounced your cheekbones and jaw are, the gentle slope of your nose, and that smile. The smile that makes me feel like everything will be alright, the smile that makes me smile even on my worst days, the smile that belongs to you. You have me entranced.
Your eyes gently close as my fingers work their way across your scalp, relaxing you. “I love moments like this, just you and I, I wish we got to do this more. This makes me happy” you softly whisper.
“I love this too. It brings me peace” I say as a silence falls upon us.
I continue circling my fingers on your scalp massaging it as the other hand brushes the stray hairs from your forehead.
“You’re beautiful Matt” slips off my tongue.
“You’re saying nonsense,” you mutter.
“No I’m serious you are. You’ve got the most beautiful features, the most beautiful personality, the most beautiful smile that makes my heart do backflips, and you have a beautiful soul. There’s something just so comforting about you, you make me feel safe, I see you and I see my home. That’s special, not a lot of people can do that. You’re a beautiful boy, inside and out, anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. I know I am. I love you Matt” I ramble, in awe of you, slightly embarrassed.
“You must’ve read my mind because I was gonna say something similar. I see how you are with Nick and Chris and it’s different than it is with me. I love having you in my arms and close to me, it just feels right. I’m so glad you’re in my life and I hope you’re in it forever. I love you I mean it” you say.
You grab my hand from your head and place a sweet kiss on it. “We should probably go to bed huh?”
I’m barely on my feet for 2 seconds before I’m being thrown over your shoulder and carried to your room, giggling and patting your back along the way. Reaching your bed you plop me on to your soft sheets before making your way to lie next to me. Your hand comes up to my hair to brush the loose hairs away from my face before resting it on my cheek.
“For the longest time now affection with your brothers has felt different than it does with you and I think I know why now. I always hoped your touches meant something else. I uh, I really like you Matt”
“Looks like both of us felt that way then. I really like you too” you say as your eyes dance between mine and my lips, silently asking permission to kiss me.
With a slight nod, sparks fly. “I love you beautiful boy”
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Now Let Me Explain (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)
(This is from my series Glass House!!!)
Word count: 2654
I believe this is the last part!!! This was me stepping out of my usual and writing a true lee, but I don’t have any more ideas for the concept. But I love the little world I created. A little world where Dream and Sapnap tickle George, he loves it, and George is one of us. I hope you enjoyed <3
Warning: Tickle tools and feet tickles.
George’s eyes flicked quickly between his phone and Sapnap.
“Hm…”, he murmured, watching the other boy stretch and roll on his back lazily, also on his phone. He got a hum back in question. “Just thinking.”. His eyes trailed over the words on his phone screen again. He was logged in on his @gigglygogy404 account and scrolling through a thread all about Sapnap. At first, he had felt a little spark of jealousy that it wasn’t about him. Now, he found himself with the same questions as the fans. Why didn’t he know Sapnap’s worst spot? “You’re one of my best friends.”, he spoke suddenly. Sapnap slowly looked over.
“…you’re one of my best friends too, Georgie.”, he spoke carefully, ungrounded by the unusual sweetness. George smiled and tilted his head. “Is everything okay?”.
“Yeah! Just wanted to ask some questions.”.
Sapnap locked his phone and sat up on his elbows, giving George his full attention.
“Where’s your most ticklish spot?”.
“Oh! You want tickles!”, Sapnap exclaimed, relieved. He reached for George’s side, who squealed and smacked his hand away.
“No! Idiot. I’m asking you a question! I just really don’t know. It’s important to me.”, he said through giggles.
“It’s important to you.”, Sapnap deadpanned, an edge of amusement in his voice.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t understand. In my community it’s an important thing to know about everyone. Dream’s is his tummy. And I don’t know yours.”.
The younger beamed and sat up completely, excited. George always held back a lot of this little interest he had. He looked down and sent a quick text to summon Dream. Then, he cleared his throat.
“Well. If it’s important to you then fine. I think it’s my thighs, right?”. George grinned and nodded happily, typing away at his phone.
“That makes sense!”. Sapnap could only smile fondly and shake his head, watching George. “Your thighs are so ticklish!”.
“Are you like, writing that down?”.
“There’s a little debate going on in the tickle community about you and I’m adding my secret intel.”. There was that word again; community.
Dream popped his head in.
“Hi guys! Can I join the cuddle party?”, he asked with a grin, taking in the two spread out on George’s bed.
“Yeah, get in here. George is telling me about his community.”. Dream made quick work of crawling up the bed and pulling a squirmy George back into his chest.
“Awww! Are you being talkative today?”, he asked, lips against the back of his sensitive neck. George burst into giggles.
“I don’t know! What do you guys want to know?”.
~•~
“This threads all about Sapnap. They are debating about what your worst spot is, obviously. Do you want to see some art I have saved of you?”, George smiled shyly.
“Of me? Sure.”.
Dream released George and the boy rolled onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows before directing their attention to his phone. He opened his Photo app and selected an album labeled only with a fire and feather emoji. Sapnap tittered a little.
“This one’s my favorite.”. George selected one to make bigger. It was line art, completely colorless. George’s character was hugging Sapnap’s character from behind and nuzzling into his neck. It was a little lovey, with hearts floating above Sapnap’s head. And Sapnap was in a fit of giggles, George tickling him with the nuzzles.
“That’s cute.”, Sapnap murmured, a little embarrassed.
“Sapnap…”, Dream coo’ed. The younger ducked his forehead down onto George’s shoulder and giggled. George beamed.
“And look, this is you and Dream tickle fighting.”. He swiped over to a more colorful and cartoon-y art. Dream and Sapnap’s characters were both red-faced and laughing, both tickling each other’s sides at the same time. “Isn’t that cute?”, he asked, looking back and forth at both of them.
“Yes.”.
“Very.”. George giggled and nodded.
“Is it a little embarrassing to see this?”.
“Yeah a little, but it’s fun. I love seeing fanart. I’m really excited you’re sharing this Georgie!” George squirmed, excited. Dream and Sapnap grinned at each other over his back.
“Want to see Dream stuff? There’s a ton of Dream tickle art.”.
“Really?”, Dream scooched in closer.
George nodded and clicked over to an album labeled with a broccoli and a feather emoji.
“You’re an idiot.”, Dream said, poking George in the side to make him squeak.
“It makes sense!”, he giggled, writhing from the poke. He scrolled slowly through fanart. Dream’s character being tickled to pieces by George and Sapnap’s. But also, DreamXD, magic hands, and other characters they didn’t recognize.
George locked his phone and smirked at Dream.
“The fans want to see you get tickled so bad.”, he wiggled back into Sapnap until the younger wrapped his arms around him, then reached out and tickled Dream’s stomach.
“Hey!”, he laughed, smacking the hand away. He reached for George’s stomach, but his hand was smacked away by Sapnap’s.
“No! He’s letting me cuddle!”. All three of them giggled stupidly. George melted into the hold happily.
“Did you know Sapnap’s worst spot is his thighs?”, he asked. Dream grinned and nodded.
George smiled and tilted his head up a little, directing his question back at Sapnap.
“Do you like being tickled?”.
“No, definitely not.”, Sapnap answered quickly. George looked over to Dream.
“What about you?”. Dream shook his head ‘no’ quickly.
“I’m going to tickle you both anyway.”. Sapnap laughed and squeezed him from behind.
“We know.”, Sapnap said, amusement rich in his voice.
“…because sometimes I get into ler moods.”, he said carefully.
“What’s that?”, Dream asked.
“Think of it like…ticklelee and tickleler. So, being tickled or tickling someone else. That makes sense, right? So lee and ler. If I’m in a ler mood then I feel like tickling somebody else.”, George spoke his words slowly and carefully, like he was trying to avoid using specific words. A blush crawled up his neck as he spoke and he squirmed back into the hold. Sapnap snuggled him in closer.
“I get it. Sometimes you’re a little tickle monster. I’ve noticed that.”, he spoke into George’s hair. Dream nodded excitedly.
“Yeah!”.
“So sometimes I really really want to tickle you guys. That’s why. So…yeah!”, he smiled, apparently satisfied with his jumbled wording. The other two nodded, happy. “Can I tickle one of you now?”.
~•~
Dream decided to go first. Neither had actually been tickled for more than a short burst before. George was not making it easy.
Sapnap laid on his side with a smirk, watching the scene. George was perched on top of Dream trying to get him to keep his arms up.
“C’mon, it’s not going to be that bad!”.
“Chill out! You’re scaring me!!”, Dream said through a flurry of flustered giggles.
“I’m not even doing anything yet!”. George shot his hands down and pinched at Dream’s hips, who squealed and grabbed his wrists to pull away.
“That tickles!”, he cried.
They all laughed as Dream failed to let himself be tickled at all. As soon as he released George’s hands, they would dive back in to tickle him. In less than a second, Dream was squealing and either blocking the hands or grabbing them again.
“Stop! Please!”.
“I haven’t even tickled you!”, George laughed as he sat back a little. Dream flopped his arms over his red face and gasped for air between his flustered giggles.
“Oh my god George. I don’t know how you can stand that!.”. George’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“What? I can’t!”, he squeaked out. Dream and Sapnap laughed. “Sapnap, grab his arms.”.
In a flash, Sapnap has Dream’s wrists held tight. Before anything could even happen, Dream was giggling hysterically.
“No please no!!”, he begged. George laughed and shook two clawed hands into Dream’s tummy, making him squeal loudly. He struggled for a few seconds, but then threw his head back into the pillow and laughed wildly. He squirmed and bucked, gasping through his laughter. Sapnap and George giggled excitedly at his reaction.
“Aw, Dream! So ticklish!!”.
“Please!”, he squeaked.
It was clear Dream couldn’t really handle it, turning red as his laughter got more and more frantic. After a few more seconds, George stopped.
“That was crazy…”, Dream giggled.
As Dream recovered, George eyed down Sapnap. The older crawled off of him and moved closer to Sapnap.
“Remember when I tried using the massage gun on you and you wouldn’t let me?”. Sapnap laughed.
“Yeah! I had to safeword! Then Dream wrecked you.”.
“No, you used my safeword! Ugh, shut up.”, George giggled and tried to ruffle Sapnap’s hair, only getting his hand smacked away.
“Yeah, ‘cause it felt crazy! What? You want to try again?”, Sapnap asked. Dream popped up behind George and leaned into the conversation.
“I’ve been a little curious about one of your tools too, like after seeing your reaction to it.”, Dream added.
“Oh? Which one?”, George turned.
“The hairbrush. Like, on your. You know.”, Dream bit his tongue through his smile, suddenly embarrassed. His cheeks flamed as he took in the others’ excited looks.
“You couldn’t even handle my hands!!”, George yelled excitedly, pouncing him down on the bed. They all laughed as the two wrestled.
Dream let George win, giggling as the smaller boy threw his hands up in victory from atop him.
“I could use some tools on you guys! You wanna see what they are like right?”.
“Well…”.
“Like…”, both boys fumbled with their sentences at the same time and went silent.
“It’s okay to be curious.”, George said, softer this time. It was definitely fun to scare them, but it would be more fun if they actually let him use the tools on them. “You get safewords.”.
Slowly, they both agreed.
~•~
“Oh god I’m going to freak out…”, Dream murmured before shoving his face into the pillow he was hugging. He was on his stomach with his arms wrapped around a big pillow while George was perched on his back facing his feet.
“You got this Dream!”, Sapnap cheered teasingly. George was hovering the hairbrush over Dream’s bare sole. He was holding just one of his ankles as well as he could.
Suddenly, he scrubbed the hairbrush against the sole for about a second and a half. There was a muffled scream. In an instant, he was bucked off to the side and straight into Sapnap. Everybody laughed.
“Dream!! You threw me!!”.
“That was crazy!! What the fuck?!”, Dream said through his giggles. He rolled over and grabbed his own foot, rubbing at the ticklish tingles left behind.
“I barely even did it!”.
“George, you can’t do that again. I don’t know how I didn’t kick you!”.
“What! But, Dream!!”, George whined, untangling himself from Sapnap. George dove for Dream and they wrestled, full of giggles. “You won’t hurt me! I’ll be careful!!”.
“No way!!”.
“I’ll hold him.”, Sapnap added, smirking. The two looked over to find him with the hairbrush, waving it in the air. He gestured it at Dream. “I can make sure you don’t hurt him. Dream only whined.
It took a while to get Dream into position again. He was much squirmier now that he knew what the dreaded hairbrush would feel like.
“I’m nervous!”, he squeaked out as he felt Sapnap get a good hold on his legs.
“Breathe Dream, you can do this!”, Sapnap coo’ed. It was far too teasy to be sincere.
“I’ll go for five seconds, okay? You can handle that, right?”, George asked.
“I-um. Okay. Five seconds. Yeah, I can try that.”, he stuttered, barely holding his nervous giggles at bay.
“Alright!”.
The hairbrush was pressed back into his sensitive sole and scrubbed, forcing a scream out of him before he even knew what he was doing.
“5…4…”, George started. It tickled. Dream hugged the pillow and thrashed against the hold on his lower half, but it was no use. He screamed with laughter, helpless. It was bad. It was so so bad. Surely he wouldn’t survive th-
“Dream we are done!”, Sapnap’s voice was in his ear. He hadn’t registered that he was free.
“Wow, you’re so ticklish Dream!!”, George giggled happily. He rolled over and flopped weakly onto his back, still a little lost in the breathless giggles. “Now you know what it feels like! Do you like it?”.
“That was really intense.”, Dream shook his head. He calmed his giggles, but the smile was harder to shake. George was just so happy. George crawled over and ruffled his sweaty curls.
“It like, clears out your mind. All you can focus on is how much it tickles.”, George supplied shyly, smiling.
Dream grinned up at George, understanding a little more. Before he could speak though, George was snatched back into a bear hug from Sapnap.
“Oh Georgie!!”, he dragged out the name happily as he forcibly hugged the struggling boy to his chest. “You just like being made all silly!! No thoughts in your head!!! Just…tickle tickle tickle!”, he suddenly attacked George’s sides with tickles. The boy screeched as he squirmed in the hold.
“No!!!”, he cried out through his laughter.
Dream watched them fight, feeling lighter. It wasn’t the tickling, though. It was getting to understand George a little better. After all these years, there’s still more to learn about each other. He grinned as George squealed, unable to get away from Sapnap’s mischievous fingers.
~•~
It took a bit for the three to calm down for Sapnap’s turn. While Dream seemed sapped of energy, Sapnap was bouncing off the wall.
“I’m scared!”, he declared. All three of them giggled.. “Gogy went crazy when we did this to him. You can’t do it for long!!”.
“Only five seconds!”, George assured.
“Oh my god!”, Sapnap squealed out in fear. Dream hugged him back into his chest and laid down more, leaving George to perch on his calves. “This is so scary!”.
George grinned that Cheshire Cat smile, all teeth and bite. With Sapnap, there was less sweetness and more playfulness. Dream worried George wouldn’t stop, so he had promised Sapnap he would count as well.
The massage gun was turned on, making Sapnap squeak. His thigh trembled as George brought the vibrating head closer and closer. When contact was made, Sapnap threw his head back against Dream in a silent scream. He bucked uselessly up into George’s weight and his leg twitched back and forth. The tickling was absolutely maddening, pulling a yelp from his chest before the five seconds was up. A hysterical sounding laughter boomed out of him at the four second mark, and kept going after George had already stopped.
“Please please please!!!”, he babbled through his laughter. The ghosts of vibrations shook through his legs still, driving him crazy. It was a while before he stopped laughing. The boys cuddled him until he calmed down. “That was nuts, George.”, he mumbled. The wobbly smile on his face was precious, making George nuzzle into his neck in fondness. “How do you stand that?”.
“I can’t stand it, Sappy. It’s torture.”, he replied quietly.
A sneaky blush crawled up George’s neck and cheeks. It was a little embarrassing; being known. The two already tortured him on a regular basis, and now they have a better idea of just what exactly they are putting him through. The shocking feeling of being tickled that they knew he craved. They knew now just how intense some of the sensations he endured were. He kept his face in Sapnap’s neck and they all relaxed together.
It was silly, his embarrassment. They had all been through so much. Still, when he came up and found Dream nailing him with a knowing smirk, he shoved his face right back into his hiding spot. But, a smile broke through. Excitement iced his veins.
Feelings are complicated and George could never find the words to explain himself. Yet here he was, known.
#happy holidays btw <3#lee!georgenotfound#lee!dream#lee!sapnap#ler!georgenotfound#ler!dream#ler!sapnap#dream team tickle#dnn tickle#glass house#the end probably#I hope you guys liked this series!!!
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real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part three
hehe two parts in one day. it’s my weekend and I was on a roll. here’s a long fluffy, kinda sad but mostly silly chapter!!! turns out cobra is a bigger softy than she lets on ;)
real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part three
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The air was growing suffocating in your car as you pondered your options… sat along the side of a deserted road just outside of the city you cursed yourself for not springing for a new car when you had the chance. Something about saving the money for something else because your old girl had never failed you. You opened your phone as you manually rolled the window down and clicked Rooster’s contact.
“Hey honey, what’s up?” he answered, sounding out of breath.
“Hey Roo, I need- are you okay? You sound like you’re being chased.”
“Well… that’s because I am.”
“Uh… okay? Why?” you asked, laughing a little.
“I’m actually- uh, oh fuck.” You frowned a little as you heard grunting on the other end, “I’m on a date. Had the idea of taking her to laser tag but I’m getting my ass beat. Did you need something?”
“No, nevermind, enjoy your date. Use protection.” you said, sighing as you hung up. You mentally ran through your list of options… Phoenix was spending time with her girlfriend, Coyote and Fanboy were seeing a movie they’ve been talking about for weeks on end, Bob had taken a quick trip to see his family, Payback had said something along the lines of ‘if any of you call me over this break I will personally see to it you’re shot out of the sky’, which only left you with one option. You could call a tow, but it really only seemed as if you needed a jumpstart, calling would be a slightly over dramatic and costly reaction to your current predicament. With a groan you clicked Hangman’s contact, bringing it to your ear as it rang.
“Well I’ll be, a phone call? In the middle of the day? Knew you’d realize I was irresistible sooner or later.” You could practically hear the smirk.
“Can it. I need your help.” Your nerves were fried as you opened your car door, stepping out into the San Diego heat which was only a few degrees cooler than the inside of your car, not giving you the respite you were hoping for.
“What’s going on, are you okay?” Any sense of teasing was gone and was instead replaced with urgent concern.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine but uh… well my car is not. I drove out to La Jolla and took a wrong turn somewhere and old Betsy thought this was the best possible place to give out on me. I think I just need a jump,” you sighed, walking around to the front of your car and leaning on the hood.
“Betsy?” he questioned, and you could already hear the sound of his keys and his car door closing in the background.
“Betsy is my car, I’m taking no further questions on the matter.”
“Alright, drop a pin I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up and did what he asked, looking around you and trying to figure out what to do to pass the time while you waited. You walked around to the back of your car, propping the windshield up, dropping the tailgate and hopping on. You rooted around in the back, grabbing your emergency kit and pulling out some long expired granola bars, a change of clothes and a few bottles of water. You quickly chugged an entire bottle before grabbing the pair of gym shorts and walking around the side of your car, quickly removing your yoga pants and slipping them on after taking a few glances in either direction. You returned to your previous perch, opening Instagram and mindlessly scrolling, leaving a rather lewd albeit supportive comment on Phoenix’s most recent selfie, and a thumbs down emoji on Rooster’s gym pictures.
Checking the time you’d realized it’d been about fifteen minutes since texting Hangman and hoped he’d be here soon. The heat was really starting to get to you and you pulled your oversized tee off and threw it somewhere in your car, desperate to feel even a little bit of a breeze as you sat now just in your sports bra and shorts. Sure enough as you were struggling to turn an abandoned book into a makeshift fan you heard the crunch of gravel as a car pulled up, and you walked around your car to see Hangman with what looked like an ice cold bottle of water.
“Sorry it took a while, made a pit stop because I thought you’d want this,” he said, tossing it to you and you caught it with ease, immediately pressing it to your neck.
“You thought right, thank you,” you said, watching as he popped the hood of your car.
“Alright, let’s see if we can get this old bat running.” You watched as he connected both of your cars, scowling when he swatted your hand away as you tried to help. “What were you up to today?”
“Hike, there’s a really beautiful spot in Torrey Pines. I’d heard about a good brunch spot away from the beach but apparently my navigational skills are shit when I’m not in the air.”
“Should be good, go give her a whirl,” he said as he got into his truck and started the engine. You let out a groan as your engine made a valiant effort to come back to life, but ultimately decided against giving you a win today. You shook your head at him as he watched you through his windshield and he turned it off and hopped out, disconnecting the cables and taking a look around. He pulled out your dipstick, absolutely barren, spare the last half inch that had a glob of dark brown sludge hanging onto the end and he just looked at you in horror. “Sweetheart, when was the last time you got an oil change?”
“Uh, well…” you took a moment to peer inside your car, looking at the sticker and reading when you were supposed to get your last change, “says here I was supposed to get it at 183,457 miles.”
“And how many miles are you currently at?” You checked the odometer.
“189,433.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, replacing the stick and putting his hands on his hips as he looked at you with what you assumed was his best ‘disapproving dad’ look. “It’s honestly a miracle it just died on you and you didn’t blow a gasket or worse.”
“I forgot,” you shrugged.
“The sticker is right there! Like, literally, right in front of you every time you’re driving.”
“I’m a responsible driver, I don’t look anywhere but the road.”
“Responsible driver,” he mumbled, shaking his head and pulling out his phone, “so responsible you go almost six thousand miles past your oil change requirements,” he continued mumbling as he pressed the phone to his ear.
“Who are you calling?” He looked at you like you had two heads.
“Who am I- a fucking tow truck.” he said exasperated and you raised your hands in surrender. You listened as he gave directions to the tow company and sighed as you looked at your car, knowing the last time you took her in for work the mechanic strongly recommended you let him keep it for scrap. “Come on, they’ll be here soon,” he opened the passenger side and you climbed in, grateful when he turned the AC on.
“Thank you for coming to witness the death of my car,” you said, giving him a small smile.
“Can I ask why you’re still driving that junker around?”
“Watch your mouth, Betsy is an old bird but she still has a heart… feelings,” you said, pointing a finger at him and he chuckled at your angry expression, “I’m serious!” You leaned across the console to hit his chest. “I’ve had her since high school, she was my mom’s car before she got passed along to me. I have a lot of memories in there, her driving me to and from practices, school dances… I had a lot of my firsts in there once I got her.” You looked ahead at Betsy, in all her glory, with her hood propped open and covered in dust from the unpaved road.
“Okay, so take a photo and keep it in a scrapbook.”
You sighed, “you don’t get it… I’ve shipped her everywhere I’ve been stationed, she literally saw me through diapers to where I am now. Every version of myself has been in that car,” you said sadly.
“Honey, she’s unsafe at this point.”
“I know, I just… I didn’t want to let her go.” Just as you said this the tow truck pulled up and you rushed out to meet him, the two of you standing off to the side while he examined the engine.
“Sorry kid, but I don’t think there’s anything I can do.” You nodded, looking at Hangman before turning back to the mechanic.
“Can you uh, I just need a minute.” you said, getting into the car and closing the door. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as you took a deep breath, “well, old girl, looks like the time has finally come.” You looked into the backseat, feeling emotion bubble up as you saw where your car seat had once rested, where you sang along to Britney Spears with your childhood friends, where Luke Something had deflowered you on your prom night, where you crammed a few boxes and a suitcase before departing for the Naval Academy. You pulled the mix of high school graduation tassels, your first set of dog tags, and a horribly tacky necklace Henry had bought you from a gumball machine from the rearview mirror before grabbing any relevant items from the glove compartment and front seat. You held the mix of items in your lap, taking one final moment and affectionately rubbing the dashboard. “Thank you, Betsy. You’ve been the best adventure buddy a girl could ask for.”
You got out with a sigh, wiping a few tears away with your freehand as you precariously held the mix of memories and your purse under your arm and Hangman quickly grabbed them for you, placing them in the cab of his truck. The mechanic had since closed your hood, and you took a moment to do what Hangman had suggested and snapped a photo, fighting back another round of tears as you approached the mechanic to give him your information to bill for the tow.
“Don’t worry about it kid, don’t think I could charge you in good faith when you’re this torn up.”
“No, I don’t want to waste your time-”
“I’ll get money from the scrap, word of advice… get a new car this go around, and change the oil.” he said waving you off and you couldn’t help but start crying.
“Honey, it’s just a car,” Hangman said, pulling you into his side as you watched the man and his helper load her up onto the back, “you still have the memories.”
“They’re taking her for scrap. She’s going to be stripped and sold for parts,” you all but blubbered and he soothingly rubbed your back as you wrapped your arms around him. “What a terribly dishonorable way to go.” He continued to hold you as they began to pull away, and you buried your face in his chest, not being able to bear the sight.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, squeezing you tight. He couldn’t help but find the whole thing adorable, your deep attachment to the car and the way you cried as if it was a dear friend ripped from you too soon, and not a car he would have guessed was on its last leg about five years ago. “Okay honey, here’s what we’re going to do,” he pulled away slightly once you’d calmed down, wiping the tears from your cheeks and noting how you kept your arms right where they’d been, tightly wrapped around him. “We’re going to head down to the nearest car dealership,” you started shaking your head, feeling another wave of tears coming on, “no, no no,” he wiped them before they could fall, “we’re going to go to the dealership, we’re going to find the car that reminds you the most of Betsy, and we’re going to get you all squared away with her, okay?” You sniffled and nodded, finally detaching yourself from him and dejectedly getting into the truck.
“I’m sure this is not how you planned on spending your day,” you finally said as you made your way back into the city.
“Certainly not, but I’m glad to be here in your time of need. It’s what friends are for,” he said, shooting you a smile before returning his attention to the road and you nodded.
“It must look rather silly, getting so worked up over a car.”
“Not at all, you had a lot of big milestones with Betsy, I know it must be hard letting her go.” He reached behind the seat at a red light, grabbing two pieces of metal and placing them in your lap, “had the mechanic take that off for you while you were saying goodbye.” Your fingers wrapped around the metallic word of the make of your car, the identifying emblem that was covered in nicks and scratches, the foil peeling around the edges and the dusty license plate.
“Jake,” you sighed, looking over at him, “that was… this is really thoughtful, thank you.” You smiled at him, fighting another wave of emotion. You pulled into a car lot, surrounded by newer, shinier cars that in your mind didn’t hold a candle to your own but figured they would have to do. He reached behind the seat again, rooting around in his gym bag and procuring a well-worn Top Gun shirt.
“Not that I don’t love this view,” his eyes glancing down at your chest, “but I’m sure you don’t want creepy car salesmen thinking the same.” You were momentarily disappointed, remembering you’d left your top and yoga pants in the back of the car but let it go before slipping the shirt over your head, trying not to dwell too much on how it smelled like Jake.
“I don’t want you thinking it either, Bagman,” you muttered, accepting his hand as he helped you jump out of the truck.
“Hey, there she is,” he nudged your shoulder as you walked in the front door, immediately greeted by an overly eager salesman and his rather pungent cheap cologne. He led you over to a table where you rattled off a list of things you were looking for… Four wheel drive, AC, noted that upgrading to a bluetooth system wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world and before you knew it you were strolling through the lot looking at potential options.
“What about this one?” Hangman asked, gesturing towards a Jeep, and the man opened the drivers side so you could hop in.
“It smells new,” you observed as Hangman got in next to you.
“Well, that’s because it is.”
“I want the faint cigarette and weed smoke smell I dedicated my entire high school career to embedding into the upholstery.” He chuckled at this, beginning to point out all the cool features.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have your GPS right here, instead of dangerously on your phone?” he asked, pointing to the screen in the dashboard.
“It’s so fancy.”
“Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but this is actually pretty standard as far as new cars go.”
You scoffed before taking a moment to look around, “I guess it’s not terrible.”
“See? And it's not quite the same shade of green as Betsy, but it’s close, right?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, fiddling with the rearview mirror.
“What do you think? I think it’ll be great for all your new adventures and new memories.” he prodded, trying to get you excited about it.
“It’ll do,” you nodded and he pumped his fist, deciding to take what he could get as you climbed out of the car.
“She’ll take it.”
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You later found yourself at the Hard Deck, nursing a spicy margarita as Hangman desperately tried to raise your spirits. Rooster and Phoenix walked in, talking about the sexy Jeep in the parking lot and you groaned, head colliding with the wooden bar top and they both looked at you confused.
“What did you do to her?” Rooster asked, placing a hand on your back.
“Me? What did I do? Oh, I don’t know, just rescued her off the side of the road and spent the better part of my day trying to get her stoked about her new ride.”
“The Jeep is yours?” Phoenix asked, accepting a beer from Penny.
“Yes,” you mumbled against your arm.
“And we’re upset about this?” Rooster asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We had to put Betsy to rest, it’s been a rough day.” Hangman explained and you just made an unintelligible noise.
“Betsy?” Rooster and Phoenix asked at the same time and Hangman just shook his head as you stood from the bar suddenly, ignoring the headrush and making your way to the jukebox.
“It’s like you people don’t even know me,” you muttered.
“I think this is a good time to mention this is her fourth margarita,” Hangman said, watching as you fumbled with the buttons.
“Fifth,” Penny corrected, causing the aviators to all look at her, “she pounded another one when you went to the bathroom.” They returned their attention to you, blinking incredulously as the sounds of Angel rang throughout the bar, causing every other patron to look your way confused and slightly annoyed.
“Oh my god,” Rooster said, mouth agape as he took in the scene before him.
“I didn’t even know this was on the jukebox,” Penny said. Phoenix stifled a laugh, watching as you leaned against the piano, clutching your drink with your eyes closed.
“I don’t think she was this upset when I almost died,” Rooster said, eyes growing concerned as you swayed before catching yourself and sinking onto the piano bench.
“Dude, you didn’t even see her on the side of the road. I’ve never seen her show so much emotion that wasn’t anger,” Hangman said.
“I can hear you.” you half-yelled, taking another sip of your drink and humming along to the song. “In the arms of the angel, fly awaaaay from here,” you sang drunkenly, and horribly out of tune and Rooster couldn’t contain it any longer, turning towards Penny as he laughed.
“Oh, this is bad,” Phoenix said, also succumbing to her giggles.
“Guys. Guys, guys,” you whisper shouted, gesturing them over and they slowly approached you, “a toast, to Betsy.” you said, sticking your now nearly-empty glass in the air.
“To Betsy,” they all said almost in the form of a question as they clinked their glasses to yours.
“It is customary,” you paused to hiccup, “at a wake to say nice things.” You looked at the rest of them expectantly, who looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Uh, Betsy was… well, she was a great car, very… vibrant?” Rooster said, hoping it would satisfy you and you nodded along.
“Yes she was,” you mumbled.
“Truly a dependable car, there when you needed her,” Phoenix said.
“You have no idea,” you sniffled.
“I was only there for her final moments, and she went with grace.” Hangman finished and you held your glass up, Rooster biting his lip to contain himself as you cheers’d again.
“What the fuck is going on?” Fanboy asked, as him and Coyote walked in the bar and Penny just shook her head.
“Apparently a wake, don’t ask.” She said, setting two beers in front of them. The rest of the evening went by smoothly, the gang slipping into their usual routine with the added running of interference to keep you from playing sad songs on the jukebox. You watched as Rooster and Phoenix played pool, drinking the water Penny had insisted you switch to as your eyes grew rather heavy.
“You ready to head home, sweetheart?” Hangman asked, stepping in front of you and taking your glass to set on the table and you just nodded. “Did you come with Rooster?” he asked Phoenix who nodded and he fished your keys from your purse and pulled the car fob off to toss to her, “drive her car home whenever you’re done, I’ll cover your Uber.” He scooped you up as you half-heartedly waved to everyone, smiling as they told you to feel better.
“He’s so whipped,” Fanboy said, chuckling as the group watched you leave.
“Jake?” you asked as he buckled you into his truck and he looked down at you expectantly, “you’re a pretty good friend.”
“That I am, and you’re hammered, princess, so we’re going to get you home, okay?” He closed the door gently and jogged around to the drivers side, sighing as he saw you already falling asleep against the window. On the short drive to your house he thought to himself that he should have been annoyed, spending a day fetching you from the side of the road in the blazing heat, placating you as you cried, taking care of you while you drank yourself numb to toast the memory of a car but he wasn’t, not in the slightest. He honestly wouldn’t have rather been anywhere else than by your side during your time of need, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about the way his heart clenched when he saw your sleeping form in his truck, looking so peaceful in stark contradiction to the slight rings of mascara around your eyes. Even as he carried you to your porch, precariously balancing you as he fumbled to get your front door open he couldn’t find it in himself to muster a Hangman-esque comment, all he wanted to do was get you into bed safe and sound.
You whined as he set you upright on your bed, forcing you to stay sitting as he crouched before you to pull off your sneakers, “are you a socks-on or socks-off person for bed?” he asked.
“Off, do you think I’m some sort of psycho?”
He chuckled, “after today I’m not really sure what you are, darlin’.” He slipped them off and helped you crawl under the covers, disappearing momentarily to get you a glass of water and root around your kitchen cabinets until he found the ibuprofen, which he set on your nightstand when he returned. “Okay, honey, take those first thing when you wake up. I’ll call you in the morning,” he patted your shoulder as he went to take his leave and you forced your eyes open to look at him.
“You’re going?” you asked, your voice so small he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It appears my duties have been fulfilled.”
“I don’t think so,” you responded and he looked down inquisitively, “will you stay?” you asked, patting the bed beside you.
“Luring me into your quarters at this time of night? What do you take me for, a floozy?” he joked, placing a hand on his chest.
“That’s exactly what I take you for.”
“That’s insulting, sweetheart. As tempting as you’re making this sound, I think you should get some rest.” You just pawed at his hand gripping it and looking up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes you could muster. He sighed, leaning up to turn your lamp off and walking around your bed, where he internally debated whether or not he should keep his shorts on. He decided to slip them off, already knowing you’d pitch a fit if you felt the rough chino fabric rub against you in the night and slid in beside you, careful to keep a safe distance, but that went out the window as you curled up against him, his arm instinctively raising so you could rest your head on his chest.
“Jake?” you asked and he hummed in acknowledgement, “thank you for today. It was really very cool of you.” You felt his chest rumble below you as he chuckled.
“Anytime, sweetheart, get some sleep,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing along your back as he waited for the sound of your breathing to even out. Looking down at your arm wrapped around him, head nuzzled into his chest he wiped his free hand along his face as he sighed.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
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Male goblin x gn reader (nsfw)
Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.
Friends with benefits that’s actually much more than that? Long-term mutual pining? Confessions? This off-the-cuff fic written in an hour on Friday night has them all. Hope you enjoy!
Wordcount: 2249
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“Hey, Gil,” you said, swallowing and licking your lips and pacing the length of your living room with the phone pressed to your ear. For some reason this always made you nervous, regardless of the number of times you’d hooked up in the past. “You, uh… You free any time soon?”
He laughed, the harsh, scraping timbre of his voice going right to your groin already. “For you, sweetheart?” he chuckled. “I certainly could be. When did you have in mind?”
In the background you could hear the muted clatter and clink of what sounded like a bar and you felt something inside you wither just a little bit. He was out enjoying his Friday evening with friends after work and there you were, sitting at home, thinking about the last time he’d spent the night with you, most of it with his head between your thighs.
“Listen, I… I didn’t want to interrupt…” you stammered as panic and shame set in. “I’m sorry. Forget I called, ok? Enjoy your evening.” You hung up, flung your phone down on the couch, and tipped your head up at the ceiling. “Fuck,” you hissed. “I’m an idiot.”
Three seconds later, your phone buzzed with the repeating pattern of an incoming call.
“Shit.”
Gil’s name flashed on the screen and your stomach dropped. You ignored it, heading away into the kitchen and pacing aimlessly until your phone shut up. It stayed quiet for another minute before starting up again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He didn’t try again after that though, and you looked at the clock in the living room. Eight thirty in the evening, and while everyone else was out drinking their work week away, you were sitting at home on the couch, scrolling through endless TV series you didn’t want to watch, wearing your ugly frog patterned pyjamas that you adored to death. Nice.
Gil had been a friend since high school, and while the two of you had fallen into a ‘friends with benefits’ situation not long after graduating from university, neither of you had ever broached the subject of a relationship. The night it had all started, Gil had cheered you up after a rough breakup, with the promise of no-strings sex, and it had become a bit of a thing for the two of you ever since. He was bi, and never seemed short of people flinging themselves at him, but despite that, he’d never been in a committed relationship. He just wasn’t the type, you figured. Trouble was, somewhere along the way, you'd caught feelings for the feisty, confident goblin, and had never been able to shake them.
Each time he left your apartment after a truly mind blowing night, you crashed into a dark and miserable place, clinging pathetically to the lingering ecstasy of his touch on your body until it faded and left you feeling shit about yourself. You were just a quick shag for him. A friend, a comfy place to spend an entertaining evening, but nothing more. He probably had hundreds of partners. And yet, he still dropped everything if you texted him an eggplant emoji and a question mark. It had become a bit of a joke between the two of you and he always replied with a corny ‘thumbs up’ emoji and a heart eyes.
At five to nine, just when you’d thought about pouring a glass of wine and stewing in your misery, the doorbell rang and you nearly jumped out of your skin.
Knowing you probably looked rough, and wondering if it was the pizza delivery company with the wrong address again, you shuffled to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole. Your eyes dropped to find Gil standing on the doorstep, smiling up at you.
“Hey,” he said, his scratchy tenor sounding uncertain. “You hung up on me.” He looked gorgeous, in simple jeans and a white t-shirt despite the slight chill to the spring evening air, and his long black hair was tied up in a scruffy bun at the nape of his neck. Earrings glinted along his tapering ears, and his septum piercing flashed in the reflected light from your apartment behind you.
“Gil?” you blurted, blinking stupidly. “What…?”
“You hung up on me,” he said again. “You know I’d do anything for you, sweetheart. Why’d you go?”
“You’re here?”
He scowled. “Yeah. I mean, I can go if —”
“No,” you breathed. “No, you can come in. I’m sorry I’m…” you looked down at yourself. Normally you put a bit of effort into how you looked when you knew you were going to see him, but now you knew you looked entirely ordinary. At best.
“Nice pj's,” he grinned and stepped inside.
“Fuck off,” you groused, closing the door behind him.
In a move so bold it knocked the air from your lungs, he cupped your crotch. “Didn’t say I minded ’em.”
“Fuuuuck…” you hissed, tipping back against the wall and letting your eyes roll shut. “You were… I mean… I thought…”
“Like I said, I’ve always got time for you.”
“Yeah, but you were —”
“Get down here and kiss me before I climb you like a fucking tree,” he snarled, all his pointy teeth on show.
Gil was short, even by goblin standards, but you had his express permission to kneel to kiss him, so you dropped down on one knee and took his face in your hands, kissing him. He tasted of alcohol, but not strongly, and his skin smelled of the spring evening outside. Drawing back, you panted, “You walked here?”
“Well I haven’t learned to teleport yet,” he said, grabbing your t-shirt by the neck and yanking you back down, “So yeah.”
“For me?”
“For you,” he grinned between searing kisses. “Fuck, I’m hard already.”
And with that, he turned away and left you gasping for air in the loss of contact, and went straight for your bedroom.
You stood there a moment longer, until his voice called from the other room. “You coming or you gonna make me get off alone in your bed?”
You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back while all the blood rushed south. “You’re a menace,” you said.
“You love me,” he crowed back at you, laughing.
“Yeah,” you choked to yourself, walking towards your room. “Yeah, I do.”
When you pushed the door open, he was standing frozen like a deer in headlights beside your bed, shirtless, with his hands on the waistband of his trousers. His huge, dark eyes were wide and vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before, and his mouth hung softly open. He murmured your name and it came out like a prayer, all hope built on limited proof.
“Gil?”
His beautiful, tapering ears shifted back a little, drooping a little. “Did you mean that?” he whispered.
Oh shit. Somehow you’d forgotten goblins’ superior hearing, but who could blame you when you had no blood left in your brain at all?
The only light in your bedroom came from the street lamp outside and the living room behind you, and his eyes reflected yellow-green like a cat’s in the darkness, but you could see every line of his beautiful, wiry body tense.
You swallowed. “Yeah,” you croaked. “I know it was only supposed to be casual, but… I love you,” you said, choking on tears that welled unexpectedly.
“Fuck,” he whispered, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m sorry.” You took a step backwards, retreating towards the living room. “I…”
“Come here,” he said. “Please?”
Hesitantly, you crossed the room to him and sat heavily on the bed. He hopped up to join you and knelt on the duvet facing you. His fingers trembled as he brought his knuckles up with aching gentleness to stroke your cheekbones and your eyes fluttered closed as his rough skin connected. He caressed your cheek and then combed his clawed fingers through your hair, raking the blunt, well-cared-for tips across the scalp above your ears. Your heart began hammering. He leaned in close. His lips brushed your temple.
“I love you,” he whispered in your ear. “I’ve loved you for years.”
A rough, ragged breath escaped you and you opened your eyes again to find him looking at you with a reverent smile on his face. His lips pulled back a little on one side to reveal his sharp teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. He had green freckles a shade or two darker than the rest of his skin that danced in a perfect pattern across his cheeks and over his nose. You wanted to kiss every single one of them.
“So… this isn’t just casual for you either?” you asked, a slightly frantic laugh creeping in around the edges of your question.
“No,” he said and shook his head, sitting back on his heels and letting his small, gnarled hands drop to his lap. “Never has been, but I figured it was the best I was ever going to get.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him. You kissed him so hard that the pair of you tipped back onto the pillows and he broke off, laughing. Gods, you loved his laugh.
“Get these adorable pyjamas off,” he growled, his fingers already creeping behind the waistband to draw them off you. “I want you. Now.”
“How do you want me?”
“I don’t care. I just… please? I’m so in love with you I can’t think straight. I don’t care how you make me come, just… please?” he babbled. You’d never seen him like this. He was always calm, composed, and in control. He was the one who set the pace. He was the one who put his mouth on you and said when you could come.
You stood and shucked out of your clothes, catching glimpses of him doing the same, and when you were both naked, he clambered back up onto your bed and asked, “No preferences?”
Shaking your head, you leaned over him in a plank, your knees on either side of his hips, and began to kiss down his throat to his sharp collarbones. His hands grabbed your sides and his claws dug in just the right amount, and he bucked up against you, smearing pre-come against your abdomen as he rutted against you, gasping. “I love you,” he hissed into your ear, biting at your earlobe with his sharp teeth.
“Fuck… Gil…” you moaned, rocking your hips against him over and over, taking you both closer and closer with each thrust.
Your combined arousal took just the right amount of friction out of each delicious slide, and he was soon gasping. “I’m gonna come,” he laughed. “Shit, you’re gonna make me come like a fucking —” and with that, he spilled, untouched, all over himself with a bitten-off groan. His teeth sank into your shoulder and you gasped at the feel of his come painting his stomach beneath you. “Shit,” he laughed through the tail end of it and fell back onto the pillow behind him, panting.
You stared at him, mesmerised. “You’re stunning, Gil,” you breathed.
“Gimme a minute and I’ll give you ‘stunning’,” he chuckled. “Fuck. I haven’t come like that in… I don’t think I’ve ever come untouched.”
“Sorry?”
“Don’t,” he growled, grabbing you and easily rolling you onto your back. He grabbed a tissue from the box beside your bed and wiped most of the mess off himself, and then ditched it on the floor before moving down your body.
He kissed your chest and sucked and bit at your nipples, making them harden between his sharp teeth while his claws raked gentle furrows down your skin that made you gasp and buck. “Mmm,” he purred. “Always so sensitive.”
He kissed your stomach and then the crease between your thighs and hips, before finally moving his mouth to where you needed him most. He always loved the taste of you, loved spending his time there, sucking and licking and making you cry out as jolts of pleasure shot through you. Now though, he wanted to make you come, and he went about it without mercy.
“Oh gods,” you yelped, reaching down and grabbing his dark hair in your fingers. “Oh my gods, I’m going to come.”
His clever mouth worked you in just the right way, his tongue savouring the taste of you as he took you closer and closer until you arched and came against his tongue. He swallowed and you shuddered, coming in waves as your vision whited out and you arched off the bed.
“That’s it,” he said a moment later as he drew back, his hands still on you. “Gods, you always come so beautifully for me. I’ll never have enough of you. Never,” he said, kissing your trembling thighs and up over your stomach that was still covered in your combined mess.
“I’m yours, Gil,” you whispered, still out of breath and with your heartbeat hammering in your ears. “I’m yours.”
“Let me take you for breakfast tomorrow?” he said, settling down beside you and trailing his fingertips up the centre of your heaving chest.
“Anything.”
“Let me be your boyfriend?” he asked, and he sounded oddly shy about it.
“Always.”
“Gods, we’re idiots,” he laughed. He leaned in and kissed you, but you barely had the brainpower to respond.
“I’m your idiot,” you said between kisses and he laughed.
“Yeah,” he said. “And I’m yours.”
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Let’s Get Physical (Part 2)
Viktor/F!Reader || 4.6k || Modern!AU + Gym!AU || SFW (for now!)
A beefy gal looking for a better place to workout, your friend Jayce invites you over to his home gym. He offers you everything you could ever want: great equipment, great company, and a ridiculously hot roommate who might just hate you.
Part 1
The next morning finds you sore from the waist down. That sensational burn in your thighs has you hissing as you fold yourself onto the couch, banana in hand and a protein shake tucked into your elbow. With a lid, of course, given your penchant for clumsiness.
In your groggy state, you’ve taken to mindlessly scrolling through your socials, trying to wake up. Kitten reels of the cutest order, vacation pictures from people you hadn’t spoken to in years, and far too many targeted ads pass by in colorful flashes beneath your thumb, yet nothing piques the interest of your fickle brain. Nothing could be that engaging when it’s dawn and your heavy body craves oblivion.
Maybe the couch is too comfortable, or the morning sky is too drowsily overcast, your living room washed in cozy shades of gray.
Your eyes feel heavier and heavier. You slouch lower into the cushions and tuck a plush blanket into your lap, poised to fall asleep again.
A mealy bite of your breakfast helps just a little. But a reel of Jayce showing off his push-up form? That helps a lot.
It gets your mind firing on at least half its cylinders. Reminds you of something you’d meant to do last night, except that Jayce had run you so ragged that the moment your head hit the pillow, you went out like light.
Just some light social media stalking. Everyone does it.
You tap through Jayce’s story first on the off chance your curiosity can be sated quickly. But it’s all fitness infographics, a cute little flexing boomerang time-stamped right before you arrived yesterday, and a shared picture from late last night captioned with three huge heart emojis. Of the most stunning woman, a serene smile on her lips, sitting on a yoga mat in lotus position.
In tiny white letters under the picture: Mel.Medarda.
You click through to her profile. Find yourself looking at a collage of beautiful pictures that raise the age old question: Do I want to be her, or do I want to bang her?
Plenty of them feature Jayce, standing close or with a massive arm slung around her waist. That and the way he looks at her, with the dopiest puppy eyes you’d ever seen? Definitely his girlfriend.
Toned and lithe to his broad-shouldered brawn, they make a gorgeous couple.
But you were getting distracted.
Navigating back to Jayce’s profile, a quick glance over the rows and rows of tiles reveals nothing eye-catching. Mostly him solo, or with familiar faces. The sane thing is clearly to start scrolling through them one by one, reading the captions as you try to scratch that itch in your brain.
You just like to know things. Totally normal.
You scroll and scroll and scroll, skimming over comments from your mutual friends too, until you find a piece of what you’re looking for.
It’s a caption beneath a black and white picture of Jayce in the garage, dimly lit at night, squatting low with a barbell spanning his shoulders. Probably around two hundred pounds loaded onto the bar, but he’s clearly trying to look cool by graduating the stack of plates instead of using two fifties on each side. “Very cool,” you snort, delving past the part where he waxes poetic about ‘dedication to the grind.’
What you care about is just below that, right at the end.
‘Shoutout to the best roommate/photographer a guy could ask for!’
And below it, a comment chain between Jayce and Vi.
knockoutVI: how can i book viktor for my next meathead photoshoot?
j_talis: He’s pretty busy and probably going to say no since you called me a meathead. Very rude :(
Roommate.
Viktor.
Got it.
You tap on the picture to see if he’s tagged, but nothing pops up despite the fact that technically he’s in it too. The faintest blip, you notice, pinching your screen to zoom it in. He’s hidden almost entirely by the reflection of the flash, and what little of him is visible has been distorted by his poor positioning on the seam of the mirror. Makes it look like he has three tiny legs.
It tells you nothing about him, besides that he likely isn’t a boulder of a man like Jayce.
Ten more minutes of digging, and you find nothing else telling; nothing to link you to this mysterious roommate’s page. You scroll up and consider looking through Jayce’s following list, but the number is four digits and you don’t actually care enough to waste that much time.
Sure, you want to know who’d been watching you last night, but you’ve mostly gotten over it. If you were Viktor, you’d probably be curious about a stranger at your house too.
No harm done. You’re not ready to make assumptions about him quite yet.
You’d have to meet him first.
—-
Over the span of two busy weeks, you head to Jayce’s three more times. Once in the morning, twice in the evening, and still you never encounter his illusive roommate. Always there, never seen. Jayce hadn’t said much about him either aside from an initial, offhanded warning to be mindful of Viktor if you ever came alone, but you hadn’t yet.
You’re with Jayce again that weekend.
Eight AM, Sunday morning. Overcast again and finally a bit chilly, but that hasn’t deterred him from a crop top. You could’ve slept in, stayed in the warm cocoon of your duvet, but show up anyways. What was that about dedication to the grind?
But, to be fair, it has nothing to do with that.
No, it has much more to do with the invitation to an early brunch afterward at a spot you’ve always wanted to try, to meet up with Mel after her yoga class. Intimidating, but at least there’s going to be bottomless mimosas for your nerves. You’ll submit to an hour of core torture for that, easily.
Jayce has you listening to his eighties hits playlist, set to a considerate volume, from the moment you step into the garage. Not that you have a complaint about today’s choice. They’re fun classics to sing along to when you can actually breathe, and the energetic synth is exactly what you need to wake up and get into gear.
That, and the body-weight exercise circuit you’re thrown into after your bag gets properly put up and you’ve finished chatting about your week—alternatively known as stretching out together. The sluggish feeling dissipates quickly as a blissful mix of adrenaline and endorphins flood your system lunge after lunge, into the weighted portion of your workout.
Just over halfway through, you take a quick sip from your water and notice there’s a timer pulled up on Jayce's phone. You’re in for it then.
“Alright—hold a plank. Ninety seconds or longer. I’ll time you first, then we’ll switch. Easy right?”
“Pfft, yeah.”
Well, okay, maybe two thirds of that increment is easy, but you’re not about to share that secret.
“Great, then I’m sure you can do it with a weight on your back! Ten or fifteen?”
“Neither.” You scowl at his wicked grin just to be contrarian and squat down on your haunches. “I’d like to live to see a stack of pancakes, thanks. Maybe even be able to laugh at your lame jokes too, unless you’re really out to murder my abs.”
“Ouch, someone’s mean this morning,” he pouts. “Now we’re doing it again at the end, just because you said that.”
“Fine by me,” you shrug, dreading it privately, dropping onto your forearms to bear your weight into the gritty, rubber floor tiles. “Let’s go.”
“Starting… Now!”
The full body tremors come on quickly as you dig the balls of your feet into the floor, trying to compensate for the worn treads of your shoes, with your back parallel to the ground and your head down.
Funny, how time only seems to slow when you’re doing something as miserable as this.
You resort to tapping your fist against the ground to the beat of Sweet Dreams, trying to distract from that deep burn rapidly building in your abs.
Jayce distracts you, instead.
“Hey! You leaving?” he suddenly shouts.
Your instinct is to ask him, breathlessly: “What?” Especially since you hear no other response over the music and the throbbing rush of blood in your ears, and see nothing but the floor in front of you, facing the wrong direction.
“Not you,” Jayce laughs, brushing you off. “Focus. Twenty seconds in.”
But you can’t
With sudden clarity, you know who he’s talking to.
Certainly not you as he raises his voice again, a little distracted by having two conversations and watching the time creep by. “Wait—You are?!”
Again, no response, but Jayce says, “Okay! Drive safe!”
And then, to you, as you contort your body to hold the plank and look behind you down the driveway: “Hey! No cheating! Get your ass out of the air.”
“Oh, fuck you,” you hiss, and Jayce, the cruel bastard, only chuckles at your suffering.
You fight to control your breathing as the burn escalates and you genuinely think about being a quitter. Talking has done you no favors.
Instead you listen. To Jayce, counting down in fifteen second increments. To the music, its steady beat keeping you grounded. To the sound of an engine sputtering to life, and tires grinding against the concrete.
“Ten more seconds, unless you want to try and hold it longer?”
You can only shake your head pathetically as a hefty bead of sweat slides down your temple.
“And… Done!”
Typically you’d just collapse into a gelatinous pile, face down on the floor. But you were just so curious.
With deep, heaving breaths, you push up to your feet. Steadily, so you don’t stagger with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. Slowly, so that you don’t look overly enthusiastic to get a glimpse of his roommate.
You’re too late, though.
All you see is his car backing down the end of the driveway, a glare on the windshield.
And then he’s gone.
You’re staring. Too concentrated, until you’re aware of the tension in your face enough to release the little furrow from your brow. Too long, and Jayce notices.
He’s already looking at you with a smile when you pivot toward him, ready to get back to work. Typical of him, sure, but the arch of his scar slashed brow turns it quizzical and expecting. You get the sense he knows something you don’t.
More like he knows someone you don’t and frankly? It’s started to bother you.
“Aw, he doesn’t want to work out with us?” you pout, casual and flippant, teasing your way around the question you really want to ask.
That is: Is your roommate a total weirdo or what?
You worry briefly that he can read your mind, the way he cringes at your question, grits his teeth and sucks in a breath right through them. But he recovers quickly and stutters out an awkward laugh, scratching at the stubble on his cheek. Looking distantly down the driveway, he says, “He um… He really can’t. It’s not his thing.”
“Oh…” you mutter, at a loss for words with the distinct, shameful impression that you’ve said the wrong thing. Not sure how to interpret Jayce’s response, you try, neutrally enough, “I get that, it’s not for everybody.”
He shrugs it off in that easy manner. “Y’know, I’ve really been meaning to introduce you, but—” Jayce looks down at his phone in hand, its screen thoroughly shattered despite the bulky, black case. Then to you again, brighter than before. “Wait, why didn’t I think of this before? Hang on just a second.”
He starts tapping at it.
A text?
But as soon as the music cuts off, right at the chorus of ABBA’s Lay all Your Love on Me— which, great song, that’s a shame—you realize exactly what he’s up to.
It rings twice over the bluetooth speakers before Viktor picks up.
“Yes, Jayce?”
There’s a weary quality to his voice. He sounds put upon, the sigh implied, as if Jayce has been petulant, blowing up his phone all morning.
Jayce isn’t phased by that. Not in the slightest.
He does take Viktor off the speakers though, holding the phone to his ear and gesturing for you to wait just a minute with the flat of his calloused palm. All before you can hear enough to decipher that curious accent, which is disappointing.
“—Yeah, sorry, I’m here. Listen, what are you doing…”
Jayce wanders out of earshot, just out of the garage. If you strain to listen—which you, nosy thing, absolutely did—you can pick up a few words and phrases.
“…hour…”
Yes, brunch is in an hour.
“…want you to…”
Meet me? Pretty likely.
“…being difficult…”
Oh interesting, is he now?
You hear nothing more after that.
But you can guess the outcome by Jayce’s final stance after a few minutes of failed negotiations. Phone to his ear, fist on his cocked hip—very pissed off suburban dad of him, standing in the front yard like that.
He mashes the end call button with a meaty thumb. Heaves a sigh that’s all shoulders before he turns and hustles back toward you, looking overly cheerful about whatever just transpired.
“Everything alright?” you ask gently.
“Yup, great! All good!” he says with a smile that heralds an eye twitch, though it never comes. “I couldn’t get Viktor to come with us. Full schedule, apparently.”
“It is short notice, Jayce.”
“Yeah… I know,” he says, fraught with an unfamiliar tension. Like there’s a lot he isn’t saying, and it weighs on him. “It’s just disappointing. I think you’d get along great if I could get you two in the same room.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Just a feeling,” he shrugs. “Or wishful thinking, maybe. I always want my friends to be friends with each other too. Easier to get everyone together that way. Speaking of which…” He hands you his phone, timer pulled up again. “Last thing before we get back to it: I’m throwing a Halloweeen party at the end of the month. Low key, costumes optional—it’s gonna be fun and I think you should come.”
“Big party?”
“Medium party, if I have anything to say about it. But hey, no pressure. Think about it.”
“I’ll let you know for sure, but it’s probably a yes.”
It’s definitely a yes, let’s be honest. You have no other invitations to consider.
Back on task and keen to see him suffer, you taunt him with a shake of his phone. “Now, if you’re ready?”
“Definitely am,” he says, and proceeds to put your sweaty struggle of a plank to shame.
—-
The week blows by after that. You blink and it’s Friday again. Though, with nothing better to start the weekend with, you pull out your phone and fire off a quick text to Jayce.
[3:58pm] Headed over after work to squeeze in some cardio. You in?
He’s assured you that you can use the gym whenever, but it feels right to get his blessing. Better to ask first than find out the hard or even embarrassing way that there might be an exception to the rule.
But… No response.
Just radio silence from Jayce until an hour later and you’re sprinting to your car in the pouring rain. Then, of course, it vibrates in your pocket. Damp and chilly, clothes soaked through as you clamor inside, you still check your phone before you crank the ignition and turn on a little heat.
Priorities.
[Jayce Talis, 5:12pm]: Gonna be out with Mel, sorry! Have fun :)
He gets a simple smiley face and a thumbs up in return.
Prepared with an extra pair of leggings and sneakers in your car, you head straight over after that.
Alone today, you’ll be brave too. You’ll wear the cute, translucent crop top that has, up until now, been shoved deep into your closet for fear of drawing attention to parts of your body that could stand to be more refined. Like you aren’t good enough, toned enough, shredded enough to wear it yet; like confidence is something to earn and the finish line keeps shifting farther away. But if Jayce can do it?
So can you.
He’s a lesson in self-confidence, and you’re an eager student.
When you pull up, you see immediately that you’ll be well and truly alone today. There’s no cars in the driveway, no lights on in the house.
You do another soggy sprint through the rain and wind up wetter on your left side as you punch in a garage code you’re still trying to memorize and mess it up a good three times before it takes. You have to shut it promptly behind you to keep the water from seeping beneath the floor tiles, but with the summer humidity now past, the garage is pleasantly cool. And as it heated up—or, well, you heated up—there’s always the fan.
But first things first, you let yourself into the house.
You’ve never been inside before. And it feels odd that the first time is in dead silence, without Jayce, like you’re an intruder in his home.
Their home, you keep having to remind yourself, because stranger or not, Viktor lives there too.
It occurs to you, then, that it might be inconsiderate not to let him know that you’re coming too. Something to bring up to Jayce next time you’re together—it doesn’t sit well with you that his roommate might think you’re rude.
At least this time, if Viktor comes home first, he’ll know you ‘re here by your car in the driveway. He has to know it at this point, even if he knows nothing else about you.
You hurry down the short hallway into the first door on your left, wet shoes squeaking comically on the hardwood floors as you go to change in the tiny powder room off the garage.
Nothing fancy, but it’s probably the most boring room in the house. Clean and simple and tidy, but is it all this way? You have to ignore that shameful urge to explore further. It feels like a betrayal of trust, though you’ve been explicitly permitted as far as the kitchen to get water or a snack.
If you ever want to be righteously nosy, you really need to stop coming so prepared.
Back in the cool sanctity of the garage, you plop onto the padded floor to do a few simple stretches and meditate briefly on your plan for the next hour, give or take. Cardio, for sure, but the sweet, sweaty temptation of upper body work calls out to you from the weight racks. A few rounds of chest presses, bicep curls, and tricep extensions with mid-range dumbbells should make a great addition to the evening, nothing too taxing or dangerous. You’ll probably add more to that circuit after time to consider it on the treadmill, knowing yourself a glutton for punishment of your own creation.
You hop on the treadmill, setting the speed to a crawl to walk and tap away at your phone; to connect it to the sound system, as Jayce has shown you how, to play your favorite workout playlist.
It’s not noticeable at first.
The volume is considerably lower to start, even as you up the speed from a snail’s pace to a healthy powerwalk, warming up your joints for the impact to come.
But after you press 6, the belt moving faster, your feet slamming down on it, your heart beating harder and your breath coming quicker, you have to make it louder. And you can tell, then, that someone had changed the ratios to boost the base.
It was fucking fantastic.
You feel it in your bones, feel it hammering in time with your heart. It makes you feel like you can sprint faster, push harder; do more and more and more until you’re gasping for breath and loving every second of it. But you aren’t there yet.
In short little bursts—sprint to walk, walk to sprint— you keep upping the speed and the volume in increments as you fight to hit your top mileage, even for a second. That’s the goal before you can allow yourself a long recovery lap.
You finally, finally reach for that number on the control panel.
And then you’re catching yourself on the handrails instead.
Stumbling bodily.
Scared shitless.
Because out of the corner of your eye, you see the door to the house wrench open. You hear your name over the music, shouted like you’ve never heard it shouted before.
It’s the accent, laced with frustration, curling hatefully the vowels of your name.
It’s Viktor.
You fumble in quick succession to turn the treadmill off, then the song. It leaves the sound of your heavy, labored breathing and rain pelting the metal garage door echoing through the space. It’s a strange, awkward ambiance made worse by your gasping inability to speak.
You try to mitigate it, lifting your arms and lacing your fingers behind your head. Your shoulders, your biceps ache with lingering soreness, and your shirt rides up far too high, but your lungs have more room to expand within the vice tightness of your ribcage.
It helps, just not fast enough.
You feel strikingly uneasy beneath his stare and more than a little embarrassed. So you say—or rather, try to say: “I’m—! I’m so sorry…” Do you look like a fish out of water, sucking in air through its mouth? You feel like it. Your lungs burn. “I…um, I just…”
“Catch your breath,” he says. His voice is even and merciful, but it doesn’t disguise the displeasure simmering just below the surface. It’s all in his eyes and the heavy, low set of his brow. A look that pins you in place, heavier than any weight in that gym, even if it doesn’t settle on you for long.
He waits—patiently or not, you can’t tell—and comes no further past the threshold.
Staring is rude, but try as you might, it’s hard not to look at him overmuch. He’s the embodiment of that voice on the phone.
Put simply: He looks like shit.
He’s got eyes rimmed with sleepless purple, like he’s never seen more than three hours of rest in a night. Painfully thin through a graceful face, framed by dark hair that could stand to be washed. Probably skeletal under that sweater, too. He’s not three legged either, as it turns out; it was his cane distorted in the picture that he both was and wasn’t in.
Yeah, he’s not anyone you’d expect to hang around literal health nut Jayce Talis.
Let alone live with him.
But he’s… attractive beyond the physical neglect, if wispy nerd is your type.
Which it is.
You sigh—because you can breathe again, of course.
“Okay… Okay, I’m good,” you finally tell him, hands dropping down, useless at your sides, as self-consciousness creeps up. It whispers a reminder of what you’re wearing; of how flushed your face usually gets when you run; of how disgusting you feel drenched in sweat. Suboptimal conditions for meeting someone new, but you muster up a pathetic, “Hi,” and wave with a wiggle of your stupid little fingers.
He looks so unimpressed, leaning heavily against his cane. Worse, he hardly even looks at you, like you’re the least interesting thing in the room.
You want to wither and die on the spot.
“If you could keep the volume down?” he says without preamble—not hello or nice to meet you, not even his name. It’s phrased like a question, but it’s certainly a demand that he has every right to—you can’t deny that. He adds a clipped, “Please,” as an afterthought, but it comes too late to soften his blunt approach.
“Oh, yeah, I’m really sorry about that…” You laugh nervously in the way Jayce often does to diffuse tension, but with none of his success. It’s probably a mistake to try a conversational approach, knowing nothing about him other than he’s cute and very unhappy with you, but your mouth just moves since it can’t seem to shut up. “When did you get back?”
“What?”
“I just didn’t know you were back from… Um, y’know, wherever it was,” you gesture vaguely, feeling more helpless by the second.
“I never left,” he says, matter-of-factly, like you should’ve already known. Makes you feel entirely to blame for your ignorance, though you aren’t—just very out of your depth. “I doubt you would’ve heard anything, regardless.”
“Not unless you walked straight through here. I just… I get so into it sometimes that I can’t tell how loud it is. Especially when I’m alone.”
He shrugs, carefully neutral, “Jayce is the same.”
Does that translate to I understand? Or is he calling you both inconsiderate in a two birds, one stone sort of way?
You aren’t sure. But you offer him an olive branch anyways.
“Would it help if I brought headphones next time?”
“If you’re that inclined toward hearing damage, then yes,” he says, dry but not devoid of humor if you catch his tone correctly. “Otherwise, I don’t mind the sound system. Use it if you like, I just prefer not to hear it across the house.”
You feel lighter, reaching a tentative understanding. It was only a poorly timed accident, you hadn’t meant to disturb the peace. No harm done. Not a damnable offense.
“Fair enough,” you nod, smiling at him, small and convincing and giddy, deep down. “I’ll do better.”
But adrenaline and that jittery thrum of anxiety made for a bad mix—made you do odd, unthinking, impulsive things.
You set the speed to low again, sensing the natural end of the conversation. And you—why, idiot? Why?— throw him a goofy, thoughtless little wink as you say, “Promise not to bother you again tonight.”
He nods curtly to that, and you could swear the thinnest wisp of a smile twitches his lips.
But you have to be mistaken. Surely you saw it wrong, because then he says, “Not at all would be ideal, but thank you,” with the audacity to sound good-natured about it.
You, blinking mute with shock, can only stare as though he’d come close and slapped you. He might as well have. That stings, and if you hadn’t felt self-conscious before, you surely feel it now—that overwhelming urge to curl into yourself.
You finally can read him then, for the shame on his face. Like he’s accidentally said out loud what he’s been thinking; like he’s accidentally revealed his budding dislike of you, to your face instead of behind your back. Privately to Jayce, you can only assume.
He can’t look at you again after that.
It pretty much proves your assumption, the way he turns and wordlessly skulks back into the house.
Leaves you standing there, berating yourself for fucking it all up. For not saying the right things. For, despite it all, feeling that familiar, constricting ache in your chest, though you haven't felt that sensation in a long time. Not looking at another person.
This has to be salvageable. It just has to be.
And it can't get worse than that, right?
…Right?
#arcane#viktor#viktor x reader#viktor x f!reader#arcane viktor#arcane fanfiction#reader insert#my writing#:)))))#i'll just be here kicking my feets under the blanket if ya need me
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A plea for audience engagement
Hoo boy. I did NOT want to do this. At all. But I feel like the Rumbelle fandom has reached a fork in the road. One path leads to years of wonderful stories and content for the fandom to enjoy. The other leads to a slow death for this wonderful community.
This rant is probably going to come across whiny, bitchy, and completely entitled, so if you’re not up for reading that, feel free to scroll past.
There has been a sharp downturn in audience engagement in the fandom as a whole lately. I’ve been seeing fics get just as many views as they did last year, or close to it, but fewer and fewer likes, reblogs, and AO3 comments over the past few months. At first, I thought it was just me: either my imagination, or maybe my writing was starting to stagnate (or worse, starting to suck). But no - I’ve had multiple authors mention how their work over the past few months will get few interactions, or worse - none at all. Combing through their Tumblr and AO3 pages confirmed my suspicions (yes, I am being THAT flavor of creep).
This issue extends to weekly author Tumblr posts, such as TMI Tuesday. For the past few months, I (as an example) have been extremely lucky to get a single Ask in my inbox. Most weeks, I get nothing at all. Other writers have reported the same thing. It’s gotten to the point where other writers have stopped making these weekly posts altogether, because... why bother? Why take the time to write that post inviting interactions? It’s clearly adding nothing to the fandom, so all it does is open you up for disappointment when nobody responds.
Now, I know that nobody is entitled to comments/kudos/likes/reblogs/whatever. And anybody who creates art for no other reason than to get compliments is going to have a bad time. But here’s the thing: without input, there can be no output. As our favorite scaly wizard says, everything comes at a price. Writing fic is a creative, joyful, freeing thing - but it’s also work. It’s stressful, it’s time-consuming, it’s exhausting... For those of us who are constantly putting out content, it’s basically an unpaid second job. So when you pour your time, energy, and soul into a work and get little to no response... it’s discouraging. Really discouraging. I know for a fact that I��m not alone in feeling this way. Multiple other authors are starting to feel both disheartened and unappreciated, to the point where they’re considering becoming much less active in the fandom and moving on to others. I’m talking about die-hard fans who put out multiple entries a month - sometimes multiple a week!
Look, I get it. Life really sucks right now for a lot of us. Many members of the fandom don’t have the time/energy/spoons to go on Tumblr or AO3 to read. This post isn’t aimed at them. But for those of you who still check the Rumbelle tag daily, weekly, monthly, whatever, please - please interact with your content creators. They pour so much of themselves into their work. Hours upon hours go into each and every one. So please - if you read someone’s work, just take thirty seconds out of your day to send them a comment. It doesn’t have to be an essay. It can be a sentence. Or a word. Or an emoji. Anything! And if they solicit Asks, send them a quick one! Ask their characters questions. Ask the author questions about themselves as a writer, or about who they are as a person! I promise, it absolutely makes their day.
I love this fandom, guys. In the Rumbelle fandom, I feel like I’ve found a sense of belonging I never knew before. I’ve been pouring my energy into keeping the fandom alive through discussions, taking over popular events, trying to create new events, and yes - writing fic. I would gladly bleed myself dry for this fandom. But all of that comes to nothing if several of our most prolific authors become too discouraged to contribute. So I beg you - please, please, please let your content creators know how much you love their work!
#sorry for the bitch sesh#but I feel like it had to be said#if it were just me I could ignore it#but I've been hearing this same refrain from too many Rumbelle authors for my comfort#I feel gross for writing a public fucking call-out post#gonna go take a 10-hour shower now#rumbelle#rumbelle fanfiction#rumbelle fic
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07.05.23 boredom is a gift / a sufficient amount of emojis
boredom is a gift / thich nhat hanh said true joy is rooted in calm
the love of working & the work of loving
infrastructure bro….. (why has it felt like i’m emerging from something (tabs) (twitter) i didn’t realize i was submerged within to begin with,, ) — a jot from last fall, “the constraint is a disclosure of commitment and possibility” — new constraints, new commitments, new possibilities ✨
breakfast w fwends!
Shared Realities are crazy … was latently anxious; after a lil planning breakfast it felt like i was once again holding shared dreams and schemes with others, not just adrift trying to juggle things by myself <3
with enough emojis any text/word-based app is a sufficient project management document
saw a very Cat cat if you know what i mean.... a real squealy lil guy, in one of those backpack carriers; then saw someone carrying a tiny dachshund in a shoulder bag
reshaping my internet browsing!
arc is LIFECHANGING oh my god — feel freed up from all the failed attempts to shuffle tabs around and feel freed to play online, which i have missed the feeling of :,,) i feel like it has restructured the frame i browse and hold the internet with
scrolled through the tumblr i wrote on for 10+ years, it was very tender, it feels tender to return to this form of writing
following up from yesterday's note on twitter - feeling freed up to recenter friend's writing now that i'm slightly more out of the easy pull of the newsfeed!!
trying to be an rss girly ~ from a quick peruse of this post, trying out feeder (200 feeds free; newsblur and inoreader look great too)
if you'd like to add this to your feed, 'jiessicas.tumblr.com/rss' :-)
small tumblr notes - added a lil statcounter.com & disqus comment thread (it was showing up on the index (?) view because of how this theme is set up, fiddled a lil and moved the disqus block into the permalink block)
misc
bro can’t believe i’m listening to drake again unironically
sometimes i find myself feeling so bored that i check my email ~ it feels like (to keep with the phantom limb feeling) some core of an experience i’ve grown used to has been hallowed out; i’ve been uncentered and hallowed out
tidying just the immense amount of Things in my room (books, letters, notebooks, misc pamphlets from art spaces and museums 😭😭😭😭) and relieved to unscatter things (sort stuff into piles so i can properly discard / reorganize loool)
can’t believe facebook releases a twitter clone the week i try to quit twitter mobile,,,, there was this time i handed a dj my phone to type in a track name and it opened to my most recent notes app at the time …. this is how i imagine posting in a twitter-like setting for a group of people i know outside of twitter will feel like
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An Actor I Always Heard But Never Seen … Until Now
Ever since I was a little child, I loved watching The Simpsons. As I watched it, I have always wondered who were the people who landed their voice to the characters in my favourite animated shows. The other day as I was scrolling through my twitter feed, I noticed a post from someone named Nancy Cartwright who as her Twitter bio states is "Actress, writer, producer, and voice actor best known as the voice of Bart Simpson"
I was able to find her thanks to the algorithm recommendation and I am also able to follow her work. Twitter makes it very easy to follow even individuals and businesses completely unrelated to me, unlike other social media platforms. The tools and the ways we are able to use social media platforms are called affordances.
Now let us turn our attention to some of Nancy's posts on Twitter to see how well she uses the affordances of said platform.
In this example tweet we can see that Nancy uses multiple affordances at the same time. Posting a picture, adding emoji to her tweet to help lighten the mood of the post, and she also uses multiple relevant hashtags so that people who for example search for tweets related to Bart Simpson will be able to find and interact with her posts.
Besides pictures Nancy often posts informative and funny videos. As you can see, she is very consistent in using hashtags. It is safe to assume that she believes hashtags to be an essential part of social media use. Naomi Smith points out in her article that due to the changes in Twitter and the way content is served to the users of the platform hashtags are almost dead.
Quick glance at Nancy's profile tells us that she joined Twitter about 12 years ago and posted a little over 2500 Tweets. a little napkin math tells me that she has not been making tweets every day and still was able to gain following of over 60k accounts. Can you imagine how much more popular she could be if she were to post on twitter at least a couple times a day?
Given the frequency of her posting she probably does not have any content manager. She can simply be posting these tweets herself whenever she has time to do so. Also, since she is a popular voice actress, most of the followers she gained were likely people looking for her on Twitter because of her work, not because of some big, targeted advertising campaign. Since I discovered her profile on twitter I am more and more impressed with her life and the kind of funny personality she portrays.
Who is your favourite voice actor?
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hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3
a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]
Also i am well ty for asking >.<
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ
Enhypen forgetting your bday~
Genre : angsty ish
Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??
Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)
Heeseung :
Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday
But to your luck he forgot :(
So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard
And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt
Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember
So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry
Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear
A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.
He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.
He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself
He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”
He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~
^ so yeah 🤕
Jay :
I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧
You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course
You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.
You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(
You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt
So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)
He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD
Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.
Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker
He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT
After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.
But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this
You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face
“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”
All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good
Jake :
It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you
You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise
But today was sort of… different? :(
You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁
After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face
I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲
You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.
“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.
You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’
When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.
You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”
You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕
He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’
Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.
‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”
A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you
^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)
You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn
Sunghoon :
Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t
So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…
“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”
“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”
“What…”
You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it
But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭
Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes
genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it
And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~
Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.
Puts cake on your nose
Sunoo :
Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget
I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person
Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this
So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered
Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping
He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it
He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date
If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo
Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.
the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.
Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later
caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”
Jungwon :
he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated
Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,
you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most
But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day
“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile
“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face
Your happy smile soon became a little pout
“You really don’t know?”
“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”
oh my- he broke your heart right then and there
You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.
Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you
Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way
“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”
He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look
wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting
“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying
You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳
“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe
Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes
He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<
Cuddles you for the rest of the day
Niki :
He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”
“Well someone is happy today :)”
“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”
“Wednesday?”
😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”
“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game
you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((
he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.
‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’
You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.
“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki
and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on
He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’
But to his luck you were still mad at him
Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~
You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him
N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen jay#enhypen scenarios#enhypen jake#heeseung#jake sim#lee heeseung#enhypen x reader#jungwon#enhypen x oc#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x gender neutral reader#enhypen x y/n#enhypen x you#heeseung imagines#heeseung scenarios#jay imagines#jay scenarios#jake imagines#jake scenarios#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon scenarios#sunoo imagines#sunoo scenarios#jungwon imagines#jungwon scenarios#niki imagines#niki scenarios
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His mother sends him home with enough leftovers to last the week, and Carlos leaves her with a promise to come visit during the week and two tickets for Thursday nights game.
He drives back to Round Rock with the radio on low and the windows rolled down, decompressing.
The first time he checks his phone isn’t until he’s back in the loft, about to text his mom to tell her he made it home.
The screen is filled with a string of notifications from Twitter, all DMs from TK12Strand.
The first one is a link back to the Express’ twitter account, to the post with TK’s introduction video.
Carlos watches it still standing in the entryway to the loft, the stack of Tupperware in his hand.
TK looks good in his fresh uniform, smiling for the camera as he poses with the bat over his shoulder while lights flash and music plays. The scene cuts to TK sitting in a director’s chair, playfully fixing his hair in the reflection of the camera lense before questions begin to scroll across the screen. What’s your favorite color? Who was your childhood hero? Favorite movie? Favorite food? Why did you choose your walk up song? What does TK stand for?
In the video TK laughs and points a finger at the camera. “That’s only for my mom when she gets mad.”
TK is charming and funny and when the video ends and Carlos scrolls through the replies, he’s not surprised to see people asking if he’s single.
I think Marjan did a good job, TK writes. I think I look okay, right?
It was actually really fun.
Some of the alternate uniforms you guys have are sick
Do you even use this twitter account? I found your insta too but it’s even more boring than this one, no offense
Shit, sorry for basically quadruple texting you while you’re enjoying time with your family. Can you tell I’m bored as I track the FedEx truck around the neighborhood?
Carlos laughs and puts the leftovers in the fridge so he can focus fully on replying.
He DMs TK his personal Instagram account along with his phone number.
That insta is private but I’ll add you, he writes, and that’s my number in case you want it.
TK is quick to request a follow and after Carlos approves it there’s a minute of silence before another notification comes through.
TK has liked a mirror selfie of Carlos in the gym from years back. Almost immediately, a text comes through from an unknown number.
Fuck, TK texts, please ignore that I liked your post from 3 years ago.
Nope.
Fine, if you’re going to keep me honest then….
TK comments on the photo with a dozen fire emojis followed by a few hot face emojis and the water droplet emoji.
Carlos snorts then hits the call button. TK picks up on the first ring.
“You know my mom and sisters follow that account, right?”
“Your mom and sisters follow your thirst trap account?”
“That is not what it is.”
“C’mon, man, have you seen the photos on here?”
Carlos rolls his eyes, puts the call on speaker, and scrolls through his account. He’ll admit that there are a fair share of gym selfies, but there are also photos of downtown Austin, sunsets on the ranch, and Eli’s little league games.
“Who exactly would I be trying to trap?” Carlos asks. “I only have twenty followers.”
“Twenty one now,” TK points out. “Does Marjan know about this? One man-crush-Monday post with one of these pics and you’d easily be the most popular Triple-A player on Instagram.”
“I don’t want to be the most popular,” Carlos says, “and Marjan does know about it. She keeps trying to follow me but I keep blocking her.”
“I bet she loves that.”
“It makes her so mad,” Carlos says with a laugh.
“Wait, no one on the team does either. What is this account even for?”
“Myself, mostly.”
“Well, I promise your photos are safe with me. You didn’t take any photos tonight?”
“Didn’t have time.”
“Too busy talking to your dad and uncles about the game and to your aunts about your lack of a social life?”
“Something like that,” Carlos says. “My Tia Lucy got a dig in but besides that….the kids kept me pretty busy.”
“Are there a lot of them?”
“Between my sister’s and cousin’s kids there’s enough to form a baseball team.”
“I bet they think you’re so cool,” TK says.
“It’s nice that someone does,” Carlos tells him and TK laughs. “Did your boxes get delivered?”
“They did,” TK says, “but I might have messed up. For some reason I didn’t think Texas would have the same climate as the sun so I don’t think I’ll be wearing ninety percent of the hoodies I brought. I’m down to gym shorts and t-shirts.”
“It can get cool at night.”
TK hums. “I’m not buying it. I’m glad you have fun tonight.”
Carlos nods, but thinks about how the night ended and how alone he felt even though he was surrounded by loved ones.
“Thanks,” he tells TK before he clears his throat, working the emotion out. “I should probably get to bed.’
“Oh yeah,” TK says, “me too. First home game tomorrow, at least for me anyway.”
“It’ll be fun,” Carlos tells him. “I know it’s a lot different from what you’re used to, but I think you’re really going to like it here.”
“I hope so,” TK tells him, “have a goodnight, Carlos. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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fluff #12 with barzy :)
fluff #12. couldn't imagine my life without you
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pairing: mat barzal x reader
Mathew Barzal knew how to throw a party. He knew what beer to get, he knew what food to order, the people to invite, Mat knew how to plan a party for his friends. God, he even knew how to plan a party for his family.
But, Mathew Barzal did not know how to plan an anniversary.
He had begged you for a hint, any indication of how you wanted to spend your two-year anniversary. The Islander’s forward would send you Pinterest links daily, Instagram posts when he found them, anything he could find that may encourage you to give him some hint of how you wanted to spend your special day.
You had planned the entire anniversary dinner the year prior, just something for the two of you, nothing serious or dramatic for your first anniversary together as a couple. Mat loved it, loved the privacy and the intimacy of the date you had planned, loved how much effort you put into him and the gift you bought him. It could have been a date to McDonald’s, and he still would’ve loved every second of it.
“Baby… do you like this resort? Tito said the Bahamas are beautiful this time of year, and him and Em stayed in this resort last summer.”
Taking the offered phone from his hand, you scrolled through the page on the screen. It was a gorgeous resort, a popular one from the looks of it, definitely a resort you wouldn’t necessarily mind getting the chance to visit one day.
“It’s gorgeous, but not for our anniversary. I don’t want you having to do anything extreme, Mat, honestly. Dinner and a movie would be perfect, as long as I get to spend the day with you.”
Pouting at you, his only response was a quick press of his lips to the side of your head before making his way back into the living room, mumbling under his breath something that you couldn’t hear.
Hearing your phone ding from beside you, you picked it up to peer at the message that appeared on the screen. Since when did Anthony text you?
Please say yes to something before I lose my mind. Mat can’t plan shit, and I can only replan your anniversary so many times. I’m begging, I have a life pls just say yes
Laughing at the text message on screen, your reply back was a simple shrug emoji. You knew Mat had been utilizing his best friend and his girlfriend, trying to plan the most perfect day for your anniversary, but you wanted Mat to plan something he’d enjoy, something that would make him just as happy as it would make you. And he knew that, but he was always one to put your feelings and your happiness above his own.
anything he plans will be perfect, go back to barking or sum tito
Two weeks had panned out in between Anthony and Mat bothering you for ideas, and the actual date of the anniversary. Since telling Tito that anything planned would be perfect, neither man had pestered you about it, opting to disregard any mention of the anniversary or the event in question.
You knew Mat had something planned, his phone slamming down on the couch whenever you passed behind him, or his laptop screen slamming shut every time you got close enough. You had debated sneaking around, trying to figure out what he had planned, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise he had obviously worked so hard on.
“I planned everything down to the last little thing. Your outfit is on the bed in our room, we have to be ready to go by exactly 5:59, any earlier and we’ll be too early, any later and we’ll be late… and I can’t be late.”
Laughing at the rush of words ripping out of his mouth, you squeezed his arm gently as you moved past him and towards your shared bedroom, eyeing the outfit he had laid out on the bed for you. It was a cute outfit, completely your style, but you couldn’t determine any indication of what your boyfriend had planned from the outfit alone.
At precisely 5:59, you allowed Mat to usher you out the door and towards his car, mumbling about how ‘Tito was going to kill him if we were late’, which proceeded to confuse you even more.
“Plan on telling me where we’re going anytime soon?” Shaking his head, all Mat did was grin as he looked towards you.
You watched the houses go by the closer and closer you assumed you were getting to the destination, the area getting more and more familiar the further you drove. Pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of Mat putting the car in park, you eyed the familiar house to your left, a curious glint in your eyes.
“Anders?”
“You’ll see when we get in the backyard, I promise.”
Expecting to be surprised with a multitude of his teammates and your friends, you were shocked to see an empty backyard when Mat released the latch on the gate, the trees glistening in the wind as the almost-empty backyard stared right back at you. A table was placed in the middle of the patio stones, fairy lights wrapped around the edge, the patio chairs pulled out and awaiting the two of you, a bottle of champagne laid in a bucket of ice on the top of the table.
“Anders said I could use his backyard… ya know, cause like… our balcony doesn’t really have much space.”
Laughing in understanding at his words, you allowed him to guide you towards the table, pulling your chair back and then gently pushing you in once you were completely seated. He immediately jumped to the opposite seat, his chair squealing against the ground when he pushed himself in.
“I—”
“I can’t believe you made me buy a whole tuxedo for this, I swear to God, I could’ve done this in sweats.”
Swiveling your body around to look at the source of the voice, Anthony Beauvillier stared back at you, a large grin etched on his face. Decked out in full waiter-attire, and two adorning plates in his hand, you couldn’t contain the grin that slowly started to make its way across your face at the sight.
“Oh yeah, laugh it up, ha ha ha. Just wait until my anniversary, you two are going all out.”
A middle finger from Mat, and a polite thank-you on your behalf were the only responses to Anthony as he made his back towards the sliding doors of Anders Lee’s house, a pep in his step the closer he got to the glass.
Focused solely on the man in front of you, the conversation flowed like it always did, Mathew explaining how he had planned out the entire dinner, what food was going to be made, what dessert, the fact that there were still plans for after and that this was just the beginning. You talked about your day, the last year of your relationship, all the positive ways in which you both constantly demonstrated your love for one another.
You didn’t notice Mat’s hand reaching into the pocket of his coat, his utensils disposed of on the tablecloth in front of you, his palms sweaty as he tried to gently wipe them against his pants without alerting you to any movements.
“I… I wanted to talk to you about something,” quirking your eyes at the sound of his voice and the statement he made, you urged him to continue with a slight tilt of your head.
His chair squealed against the patio stones for the second time that night as he clumsily stood up from his chair, moving around the table so he could grab your hand and pull you from your seat.
“Y/N… I… you’ve been my best friend for the last two years. The person I could come to whenever I needed someone, the one who’s always there for me after a good day, or a bad day. The person who I can depend on for everything, there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t fall in love with you a little more. You stole my heart two years ago, and I have no regrets in the world about you, or my love for you.”
Trying to contain the tears that were threatening to fall, you watched as Mat’s knee dropped out below him, the hand that was in his pocket before now laid out in front of you, the closed jewelry box covering his palm.
“I promise you; no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than I will. I’ll be the man you deserve and more, I know that no one will ever hold my heart the way you do, and I never want another person to. I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Y/N, will you marry me?”
You couldn’t keep the tears at bay as your hand slapped itself across your mouth, the shock and joy at his words taking over every fiber of your being as you aggressively nodded your head, the words muffled behind your hand as Mat’s eyes glistened with unshed tears in your direction.
“A million times, yes. Yes!”
His lips were pressed to yours in a heartbeat, his hand that wasn’t holding the jewelry box cupping your cheek as the tears fell from both of your eyes. His eyes opened to bore into yours, a look of joy etched across his face as he felt the emotions finally takeover.
note: this ended up being a bit more than a blurb... but oh well! thank you for sending one in, and i hope you like it!! <3
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Smaller Than This
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/daughter!reader, Peter Parker/platonic!reader, Wanda Maximoff/reader
Description: The reader is Natasha Romanoff’s daughter, best friend of Peter Parker, and girlfriend of Wanda Maximoff. Growing up in the spotlight is hard enough, but things cross a line when people start commenting on the reader’s weight.
Warnings: eating disorder, swearing, threats of violence
Word count: 3,282
A/N: I know it’s not easy to deal with eating disorders, but please know that you are beautiful and amazing and you don’t deserve to have to suffer through that. Please, if you are struggling with this, reach out for help. <3
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Black Widow’s daughter spotted in Central Park with new best friend Scarlet Witch and Stark Industry intern Peter Parker! Could Parker be y/n’s new boyfriend?
You laughed and rolled your eyes as you clicked on the tweet. Stalking paparazzi twitter accounts had to be one of your favorite pastimes, simply because the so-called facts they were giving out were false 99% of the time. For instance, this situation? You had gone out for a picnic with Peter and Wanda when those photos were taken, and the paparazzi completely twisted things. Peter wasn’t your boyfriend, he was just your best friend. And Wanda wasn’t your best friend, she was your girlfriend. You chose to ignore the false headline as you went immediately for the replies.
‘Do you see the way y/n’s looking at Wanda? It seems more like there’s something going on between them than there is between y/n and Peter’
You smiled and liked that tweet. You liked messing with people just a bit. Whenever someone would tweet about there possibly being a relationship between you and Wanda, you liked the tweet. It wasn’t enough information to actually confirm the relationship as true, but it was enough to keep people speculating.
You scrolled through several more replies. Most of them were people using the heart eyes emoji or saying how much they loved your mom, but there were a few in there that stuck out more than the rest. That was because they were harsh and hurtful.
‘I don’t understand how someone can live with the Avengers and still look like that. Does she ever even exercise?’
‘She could stand to lose some weight. Instead of going out for a picnic, she should try to skip a few meals’
You read through replies for a few more minutes. Similar comments would pop up now and then, and while there wasn’t an overwhelming amount, there was still enough to make you close down the app and shut off your phone, averting all your attention toward not crying.
“Miss y/n, dinner has been called,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang through your room.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, you got off your bed and made your way to the dining room. There, Peter and Wanda were setting the table while Steve and Bucky carried out the food.
You walked up behind your girlfriend and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder. You felt her jump slightly before she realized it was you and relaxed into your touch. You placed a kiss on her cheek.
“I love you,” You whispered in her ear.
“Hey! What did we talk about?” Tony directed at you, raising an eyebrow at you and causing you to roll your eyes.
“No lovey-dovey shit at the dinner table,” You mumbled.
“Language!” Steve scolded you as Clint joined the conversation.
“Oh, come on, Tony,” He said. “It’s young love. It’s harmless and adorable.”
“It makes me want to hurl,” Tony retorted.
To onlookers, it may have sounded like Tony was being a real dick, but you knew he was just teasing you. He’d never admit it, but secretly he loved how happy you and Wanda made each other.
“Watch it, Stark,” Your mom shot him a glare. “That’s my kid you’re talking about.”
Your head whipped up at your mom’s voice. She had been on a mission for the past week and wasn’t supposed to get home for another three days.
“Mom!” You yelled as you ran toward her, wrapping your arms around her as you squeezed her tight.
“Hey, kiddo! I’ve missed you!” She said, hugging you back and kissing you lightly on the forehead.
“I’ve missed you, too!”
“As much as I hate to break up this reunion,” Bucky said, causing you to pull away from your mom. “Steve and I slaved over dinner and it’s getting cold, so let’s eat.”
You took your seat at the table—in between Peter and Wanda—and filled your plate with the spaghetti and garlic bread Steve and Bucky made. Everyone was silent as you all dug into your food and, you had to admit, it tasted amazing.
When Steve and Bucky first moved in, neither of them were allowed near a stove without supervision. They had started too many accidental fires. But after lots and lots of practice, the two of them easily became the best cooks in the tower.
After dinner, you excused yourself to your room. Your phone was still lying face down on the bed, so you grabbed it and opened it up. Right away, you noticed several notifications from twitter. Upon further investigation, you found that the rude comments people were saying about you had extended to your messages. Now, you had complete strangers messaging you about how you needed to ‘lose weight’, or ‘eat less’, or ‘exercise more’. A few of the messages even called you a ‘disappointment to the Avengers’.
You deactivated your account and deleted the app from your phone, but the damage was already done and you knew it. So you came up with a plan and decided to set it into motion the next morning.
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You woke up in the morning to your alarm blaring. Checking the time, you saw it was 4:30, and you wondered why your alarm was going off so early before you remembered the plan you had made the night before.
You got out of bed and quickly dressed in athletic attire before running out of your room. You knew Steve liked to run in the mornings, so you sat in the kitchen waiting for him.
When he finally sauntered in at 5:00, he was more than surprised to see you sitting there.
“Y/n?” He asked. “What’re you doing up so early?”
“Can I run with you today, Uncle Steve?” You asked him, a pleading look on your face that you knew he couldn’t say no to.
“Yeah, sure,” He said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be sleeping?”
You nodded.
“I want to start running. My mile time in P.E. class has been slacking lately and I don’t want to fail the class.”
You were surprised yet proud of how quickly you were able to come up with that lie, and you were happy to see that Steve believed every word of it.
So that’s how you spent your morning: running laps with Steve.
The two of you finally called it quits around 6:15 and parted ways. Steve went off to do whatever he did during the days, and you went off to squeeze in a quick shower before school.
By the time you were done with your shower, it was nearly 7:00, which meant you had to rush to get dressed. You finally made it to the kitchen, where Wanda was already waiting for you. The two of you yelled a quick ‘bye’ to whoever was listening before you started the quick walk to the bus stop.
You felt Wanda’s hand interlock with yours and a smile arose on your face as you squeezed her hand. You two didn’t want to publicly disclose your relationship yet, so you knew the minute you reached the bus stop you’d have to let go.
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At lunch, you sat at a table with Wanda, Peter, MJ, and Ned. You skipped the food line and instead opted to sip at a bottle of water.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” Peter asked you.
“What do you mean?” You shot back, not quite sure what he was getting at.
“You’re not eating.”
Shit. You had to think of a lie, and you had to be extra careful since your girlfriend could read minds. She promised you she’d never read your mind without your consent, but you were still wary.
“Uh...I’m just not feeling well,” You said. “My stomach is feeling a little flip-floppy and I don’t want to push it.”
To your luck, they nodded it off and changed the topic, not questioning you again for the rest of the day.
That night at dinner, you pushed the food around on your plate, eating a few bites here and there. It wasn’t hard to pretend you had eaten, especially since your family was so big. Everyone seemed to be so caught up in conversations with other people that they didn’t notice when you got up and scraped your food into the trash.
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These habits carried on for a few more weeks. You’d wake up every morning to run with Steve, make up some excuse for why you didn’t eat lunch, and you’d have a few bites of dinner before sneakily trashing it. On most weekends, you chose to spend your time training with your mom. You claimed it was so that you could stay sharp with your self-defense skills, and while that wasn’t necessarily a lie, it wasn’t the full truth, either. But your mom never questioned it, and you were glad.
You seemed to fly under the radar, until one Sunday afternoon.
You walked into your room after training with your mom to find Peter and Wanda waiting for you.
“Hey, guys,” You greeted, throwing yourself into a chair and downing half a bottle of water. “What’s up?”
“We know,” Wanda said, a stern yet concerned look on her face.
“Know what?” You asked her, although you could feel your heart rate rising. You knew what she was talking about.
“That you haven’t been eating,” Peter joined in.
“What’re you talking about? Of course I’ve been eating.”
That was a lie. Your stomach hadn’t been properly filled in weeks and you couldn’t remember the last time it wasn’t rumbling. But that wasn’t important. What was important was the fact that you were finally losing weight. There’s no way you could stop now.
“Cut the crap, y/n,” Peter said, catching you by surprise. “We’ve been watching you. I can’t even remember the last time you bought a school lunch.”
“And you pick at your food at dinner every night,” Wanda added. “I haven’t seen you eat more than three bites. You think no one notices, but you’re wrong. And I can feel you, love. You feel...empty.”
Wanda rested her hand on your knee as you tried to process what was happening. You had been so good at hiding this, how had they found out?
“You guys, I’m—” You started before Peter cut you off.
“Don’t say you’re fine, because you’re not. We know it, and you know it, so please stop lying to us, y/n. We just want to help.”
“I have it under control, I don’t need help,” You protested. “Just...please don’t tell my mom.”
“Y/n—”
“Wanda, please,” You begged. “My mom has enough to worry about as it is. I don’t need to add this to her stress as well. I promise, I have it under control. I’m alright.”
Wanda and Peter shared a look before turning back to you.
“We’ll keep this between us for now,” Peter said, and you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.
“But, if things get any worse, we won’t hesitate to bring your mom into this,” Wanda warned.
You nodded and the two of them left, Wanda kissing you quickly before walking out of the room.
‘I just need to hide it better’ you thought to yourself. ‘This is all my fault for being too obvious about things. I need to do better.’
Wanda and Peter had dropped the topic for the time being, until a week later, things took a turn for the worse when your P.E. teacher announced that your class was running the mile that day.
Thanks to training with Steve, your mile time had improved and you were one of the fastest in the class. However, due to malnutrition, any sort of exercise made you extremely lightheaded.
You ignored the part of your brain that was telling you to make up some excuse to sit out. You convinced yourself you just weren’t drinking enough water so you drank an entire water bottle and went to class.
You were about halfway done with your mile when the corners of your vision turned black. You blinked a few times, trying to edge it away, but it was no use. By now, you heard a loud ringing in your ears and the world started spinning around you. You slowed down a bit, trying to regain your composure when you felt your knees buckle underneath you, and you were plunged into a world of darkness, not feeling it when you hit the ground.
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When you awoke, you were still laying on the field, your entire class swarming around you. You were trying to sit up when you felt something attached to your hand.
You looked to the right and saw Wanda sitting there, looking scared as hell.
“Miss Maximoff, Mr. Parker, please escort Miss Romanoff to the nurse’s office,” Your teacher ordered.
You felt Wanda help lift you to a standing position and once you were up, you felt the world start spinning again. You shut your eyes tight as two arms, you assumed they belonged to Wanda and Peter, wrapped around either side of your waist. Soon enough, the dizziness ceased and you opened your eyes, signaling for Peter and Wanda to start walking with you.
You made it to the nurse’s station where you saw your mom already waiting.
“Mom?” You asked, wondering how she had gotten to your school so quickly.
“Peter called me the second he saw you fall,” She explained.
You, Wanda, and Peter were dismissed from school early, and your mom led you all back to her car. You sat in the passenger seat while Peter and Wanda sat in the back.
“What happened?” Your mom demanded.
The tone of her voice scared you a little bit, but you knew it was filled more with concern than it was with anger.
“I must’ve just gotten overheated or something,” You lied, knowing exactly why you passed out. “I was doing fine one second, and then the next I was on the ground.”
“That’s not true, Ms. Romanoff,” Peter interjected.
You whipped your head around to him and shook your head, silently pleading him to not tell her.
“What do you mean?” She asked. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“Peter, stop,” You said, panicking at what was about to be said.
“Y/n hasn’t eaten a proper meal in a month,” Wanda admitted.
You shot your girlfriend a look of betrayal before turning back around to face forward.
“You, what?!” Your mom blared. “Y/n, is this true?”
Your silence was enough of an answer for her to understand that yes, it was true.
“Y/n, baby, why?” Your mom said.
You could tell she was trying to be strong, but her voice was cracking.
“Because I’m not like you guys, okay?!” You finally snapped, letting loose all of your pent-up emotions. “I don’t have a super-human metabolism like Peter, and I don’t have a perfectly in-shape body. I’m not an avenger and it sure as hell shows. Even people I don’t even know were making comments about it on twitter.”
“Is that why you disabled your account?” Peter asked, realization hitting him.
You nodded and looked down at your fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them.
By now, you had reached the tower and your mom put the car into park, turning to face you.
“Y/n, I know it’s been hard for you to grow up in the spotlight, constantly being compared to us but this isn’t healthy,” She said, cupping your chin and lightly pulling your head up to meet her gaze. “If I had known all of this, I never would have let you do all those extra training sessions with me. It’s not safe for you to keep exercising like this when you’re not giving your body proper nourishment.”
“I can’t—” You sniffed. “I can’t stop. I need help.”
You felt a tear roll down your cheek as your mom brushed it away, pulling you in for a hug before the four of you got out of the car.
Once inside, your mom told you to sit down in the living room while she left for a few minutes. When she returned, she had the rest of the team with her and you could only assume she had given them the run-down on your situation.
You were slightly hurt that she had shared your personal life like that, but you knew it was for the best.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Your mom said once everyone was settled. “Y/n, you’re going to help with dinner every night. I know it can be hard once you’ve developed a food phobia, but when you’re in control of what we eat every night it makes things a little easier. No more throwing your food in the trash, okay? As for school, I’ll be making you a homemade lunch each day, and Peter and Wanda will be keeping an eye on you and will be reporting back to me. First thing tomorrow, I’ll call and set you up an appointment with a therapist. Bottling up your emotions will only make things worse, trust me. You need to talk to someone, and a therapist will help to give you healthier coping mechanisms.”
You listened as your mom laid out these new rules before telling you to go lie down. As you got up to leave, you were bombarded with your family hugging you and telling you they were there for you. You honestly had never felt more loved and supported in your life.
You finally made your way to your room, lying down in bed. A few minutes later, you heard a knock at your door.
“Come in,” You said weakly.
The handle turned and Wanda walked in, using her powers to levitate a tray behind her. You sat up and she put the tray down in your lap. On the tray, you saw there was a plate of cheese and crackers.
You looked down at the tray before looking up at your girlfriend. You forced yourself to pick up one of the crackers and take a bite, your mind screaming at you the entire time. But you were sick. You knew this. You wanted to get better.
“I’m sorry for telling your mother,” Wanda spoke. “You were slowly killing yourself and I couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. I’m so sorry, y/n. Can you forgive me?”
“I don’t blame you, Wan,” You told her. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I never should have forced you and Peter to keep this a secret.”
Wanda wrapped you into her arms, squeezing tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a long time before you pulled away and, bite by bite, finished the snack she had brought you.
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You had been in recovery for about a month now, and while things were far from easy, you knew you could do it. Your family was your support system and they were right there by your side every step of the way.
You were sitting on the couch with Peter and Wanda, you and your girlfriend tangled in each other’s arms as you watched your mom on tv. She was finishing up a press conference.
“Oh, and one last thing before I go,” She spoke toward the camera and the audience. “Whoever decided to make awful comments about my daughter online, I am a trained assassin and I will find you.”
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I loved the Ashe, Sylvain, and Hilda modern-day HCs. So….can I ask for….Marianne, Dima, and Claude now? They’re so so good.
Here's a quick list of the places I've touched on ModernAU stuff with these characters before, for anyone who's interested!
General Modern HCs (Dimitri)
W/ insecure Reader (Claude, Dimitri)
W/ insecure Reader (Marianne)
Soft HCs (Dimitri)
I'll try not to repeat myself too much, but the SFW portion might be a little sparse because I've written a good deal of my thoughts on that already :3
Marianne, Dimitri, Claude x GN Reader
Modern/College AU headcanons
SFW (not sfw under the cut)
Marianne:
- Definitely a veterinary student who has an incredible, intuitive way with animals. One of those "gets along with animals better than people" types. As a result, many others in her classes see her as aloof or difficult to talk to. Fortunately, when Hilda drags her to a party one night, you notice her keeping to herself and come to make casual conversation. It takes a bit for her to open up, but she's soon grateful for pleasant, relaxing company in the midst of the loud chaos.
- She needs a good amount of reassurance in a relationship, as she's so convinced you could do better. Marianne is totally the type to apologize for not being good enough for you, then apologize for bringing it up, then apologize for apologizing. But her love and admiration for you are so very clear. She'll shyly take your hand in hers, and just the way she looks at you, it's like you're every star and every sunset she's ever seen.
- Marianne spends some of her free time volunteering at a local animal shelter, and one of your earlier dates would involve her introducing you to some of the animals in her care. Here, it's like you see a completely different side of her- she's so much more confident and firm when she speaks to the animals, and she smiles so brightly and laughs adorably as she watches you attempt to make a good impression on them.
Dimitri:
- We've chatted about Modern! Dimitri a good deal so far- but I will double down here on the fact that, while he's outwardly extremely intimidating to your friends when you first start dating, you know (and they learn) that he's absolute Malewife material.
- He loves sitting on video calls with you and just staring at your adorable, lovely face. He's an excellent listener, and will gladly hear about your entire day from start to finish, even if you insist it was nothing special. He's just so soothed by your voice, and the chance to see you. While he's honestly not very good at social media in general, he does have a couple hundred pictures of you saved. Not to post anywhere, just to look back at with a goofy grin on his face.
Claude:
- Claude is the guy on campus that everyone likes, plenty of people want, but no one can really nail down. He seems to know everyone, but he's only actually close to a few good friends, and for the longest time, even they assume that he's the "doesn't believe in serious dating" type. It starts much the same with you- he figures you're interesting and cute as hell, so he may as well spend some time having fun and getting to know you. And then... the feels TM creep in.
- You'll be caught up in a sort of... friendly flirtation with him for a while. The kind where it would be easy to play off all of the corny innuendos and knowing glances as "just kidding around." Then, one night, after a long group study session or just lazing around with drinks and games with his friends, he offers to walk you back to your dorm. When you get caught in a sudden downpour and have to duck under the nearest building's awning for shelter, he gives you a strange lingering look that's so much heavier than any you've seen. And without a word, he leans down to kiss you. When you part, he's wearing a slanted smile, but he's fidgeting a bit when he says, "Hey, uh, Y/N. I wanna be with you- for real. So uh... how 'bout it?"
- Claude is just the most fun boyfriend ever. He's got an active and curious mind, so he's always game to try anything you're interested in, and you'll never be at a loss for date ideas. He's the kind who gets okay grades, though nothing incredible, but his brilliance shines in how he latches on to new information, turning a topic around in his mind until he's seen it from every angle. It's especially charming when he asks to hear about your interests or areas of expertise- he asks all the right questions and the conversation becomes lively just about instantly.
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Marianne:
- You're definitely her first sexual partner (she hasn't even dated seriously until you), and she's going to take a long time to get comfortable freely exploring the physical side of a relationship. She's a big cuddler, once you've assured her that you like it too- she finds it immensely soothing to rest her head on your shoulder or on your chest, just listening to your breathing and feeling you warm against her. But as for sexual affection, she'll start slow, testing things by letting her gentle hands tentatively wander just a little further than before, or deepening your kiss a little more than usual.
- Best practice with Marianne is to let her be the one to suggest or initiate things, but to respond enthusiastically when she does so she knows you're happy with it and you want her as much as she wants you. Your approval and encouragement fills her with warmth she's never felt before, and a sense of bold desire she hadn't even known she was capable of. There's plenty of communication with her- there has to be -but in a way, that becomes its own sort of eroticism. Soft murmurs of, "is this okay?", "does that feel good?", or "can you take more?" mix in with affirmative sighs and moans, turning the negotiation of comfort into a wonderful, slowly escalating path towards satisfaction.
- She's absolutely mortified by the idea of sexting or sending nudes, but if she sends you an outfit she's considering and reply with a coy "You look amazing- can't wait to take that off of you" (honestly the cheesier the better with the pickup lines- being too smooth would intimidate her)- she'll only respond with a single blushing emoji, but you bet she'll be wearing that outfit to your next date.
Dimitri:
- Everyone on campus, including your friends/roomates see Dimitri as such a pure cinnamon roll that you might be surprised to learn he has a rather healthy sex drive underneath all of that sweetness and affection. Granted, he's definitely most likely to desire you when he feels emotionally close to you- but that won't stop him from fucking you nice and deep until your bed creaks. The first time someone overhears you practically screaming out his name, rumors start spreading that your ever-devoted Malewife is actually legendary in bed. It's mostly a raunchy joke, but as far as you're concerned, they're not exactly wrong.
- He's too nervous to actually save any of the spicy pics you've sent him to his phone, but that doesn't stop him from regularly scrolling back through your message threads to find them. Masturbating to porn is fine and good, but when he can look at you biting your lip as you show off your body to him, he pumps his cock and bucks his hips against his hand until he cums far harder than he's used to. Dimitri especially gets a thrill out of the implied part of this- the fact that you wanted to flaunt yourself to him like this and made sure that he would linger on the sight of you.
- A very fun game is to comment or imply something about how good Dimitri fucks you while you're hanging out with his friends. He stammers and turns bright red when you mention how, "Oh don't you worry, Dimitri keeps me nice and satisfied, don't you babe?" with your eyebrows quirked playfully. His buddies nudge him and laugh, and as timid as he appears about it, he'll need you as soon as you're alone together, and he'll hold you extra close and pound into you a little harder than usual.
Claude:
- Alright. Claude is hot, and Claude knows he's hot, and he has no problem using this to his advantage. He'll absolutely send you gym selfies, or raunchy messages when he knows you're with friends or family. During minor disagreements or when you're pretending to be mad at him, he'll slip an arm around your waist and nibble at your ear, whispering, "C'mon babe, don't be like that..." before pulling you close and kissing you until you can't think straight.
- He absolutely doesn't care if people overhear you- in fact, he'll tease you about it, murmuring in your ear that you can't keep moaning for him like that or you'll be heard. But the fact that he's fucking into you harder and deeper as he says it tells you clearly that he wants you to cry out for him. In general, he's pretty shameless about your shared sex life if you allow him to be. He'll practically strut out of your room to clean up in just his boxers, not caring a bit if your roommates get an eyeful. He's handsy in public as well (again, depending on your comfort with it), and will absolutely grab a handful of your ass while you're on a date together, or trail his hand up your thigh during a movie.
- Claude is adventurous and open minded about sex in general, as I've mentioned a couple times. Hell, he'll even send you a porn clip or a bit of smut, along with a brief "we should try this ;)"- and he obviously loves when you do the same for him. He sees no reason to be shy with his partner about your mutual pleasure. Communicating your preferences will make sure you both enjoy yourselves, and the process of even talking about it can be pretty hot on its own.
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DATING SUNA...
in honor of this smexy middle blocker’s birthday, here are MANY hcs about what i think dating suna would be like (as exhaustively as possible) bcs he’s on my mind 25/8 <3
cw : one or two suggestive stuff, mentions of food
— EARLY RELATIONSHIP
• ok so suna would definitely not waste his time dating someone if he wasn’t truly in love
• that’s why it took him a few months to ask you out because 1. he wanted to be sure of his feelings 2. he wanted to be sure of yours 3. he was scared
• he probably acted detached at first, but it was just to compensate for the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger since day 1
• he probably didn’t officially tell his friends that you were dating and just casually kissed you before for his class (lowkey enjoyed leaving without a word while everyone else was freaking out)
• nicknames came after a few weeks, when he ‘accidentally’ called you babe after asking for a kiss. yeah he is that smooth
• because it took him so many months to ask you out, you already knew each other pretty well so he felt comfortable around you very quickly
• and he tried his best to make you feel the same if you were a bit more nervous
• honestly he couldn’t wait for you two to become closer over time <3 he's a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic
— LOVE LANGUAGE
->| QUALITY TIME
• he cherishes every single moment you spend together, even if it’s just for a few minutes between classes
• sure, there are times where you two just hang out at his place or yours, scrolling on your phones and enjoying each other’s company. but tell him once that you want to talk to him about something and you’ll have his undivided attention
• and lemme just kdjqdhvjdmsjvh real quick : eye contact. that’s how you know he’s listening, and he always leans in just enough for you to know that he’s paying attention. no phone in sight, just you.
• he doesn’t need to take you out on fancy dates for it to be called quality time, because he values impromptu face-to-face late night conversations much more than a dinner at the restaurant.
— DATES
• your first date was one of the only dates you spent outside, it was nothing extravagant you just went for coffee after school and ended up walking through the city, holding hands for the first time
• once you guys started officially dating, you realized that at-home dates were actually more your thing. but there needs to be a difference with the rest of the time you spend at home, so you always have one or two things planned like :
• cook together an elaborate meal for once, actually put an effort in the choice of the movie/tv show you’re gonna watch (and not end up watching rick and morty for the 23rd time this week), try the most questionable face masks recipes - he loves them and doesn’t even deny it
• but i feel like you guys might go out for your anniversaries, and it’s a great opportunity for him to take really nice pictures of you and update his phone’s lockscreen (he’s a huge simp)
• your dates often take place in the evening because he loves to see your face illuminated by the city lights, and he likes to know that you might get cold because he can be smooth af and give you his jacket (most of the pictures are taken when you’re wearing it)
• i think official and ‘elaborated’ dates with suna maybe occur every two weeks because he wants them to be special and likes to look forward to them
— CUDDLES
• he gets a kick out of kissing your whole face except your lips, but really he’s just waiting for you to get frustrated and kiss him yourself
• however, if you ever don’t play along he’ll stop like “wtf you’re not supposed to do nothing”
• he’ll give you lazy and passive cuddles where you just lay on top of him, hugging him while he watches something on tv or on his phone, BUT
• if he ever wraps a blanket around you then real cuddles begin. i’m talking scalp massages, back strokes, kisses, playing with your hands...
• i just know his kisses are aphrodisiac, there’s something about the way he holds your head still with his hands that’s just UGHHH
• you could be sharing a perfectly peaceful moment together and he’ll suddenly get bored and feel an urge to tickle your sides, squish your cheeks or randomly blow in your face/ear
• but god forbid you ever do that to him, he will crush you with all his weight until you can’t move
• he also uses your hand to scratch his back because he can’t do it without writhing like a cat, not that you’d complain about seeing that one day
• you two always end up dozing and losing track of time. “we stayed like that for NINETY MINUTES?” (he’d have to find an excuse for being late at practice, because there’s no way in hell he will tell the truth in front of the twins)
• it’s very likely that you guys wake up still cuddling after nine hours of sleep. i mean it’s canon that he has a good shoulder mobility so he can keep holding you even if you’ve moved in your sleep
• his biggest struggle is morning cuddles because it’s really hard for him to get out of bed and go on with his day when he’s so comfortable in bed with you
— PDA
• i think he’d adapt to your needs, he doesn’t really mind pda
• if he ever pulls you in for a hug in public, it won’t always be a soft and sweet hug, no. sometimes it might look like a literal headlock, but he’ll give you a quick peck on the head to make up for it
• in fact the only times his hugs are sweet and lovey in public are after his matches
• if atsumu ever makes fun of him for ‘being a softie’, he’ll do the exact opposite of what’s expected of him : and by that i mean ruthlessly tongue-kiss you until tsumu begs him to stop
• he uses hugs as a way to talk shit to you about someone without them realizing it
• he doesn’t necessarily hold your hand all the time but he has affectionate gestures like giving you little pats on the head or wiping dirt off of your clothes
• pokes your cheek for no reason, and that’s daily
• he’s also a fricken tease and doesn’t have any problem with gripping your thigh when you’re sat at a table :)
— COUPLE DYNAMIC
• he tries so hard to act like you’re the clingy one but everyone knows it’s a lie
• he probably has a private story called ‘being held against my will’ where it’s just him roasting you on a daily basis
• which is a great contrast with all the albums full of pictures of you in his camera roll. like i said, he’s a MAJOR SIMP
• you also have a private story called ‘exposing the truth’ and it’s filled with stolen clichés of him being a needy and whiny little bïtch (sorry i got carried away) : it’s the twins’ main source of blackmail
• i said before that suna’s a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic. yeah well you guys definitely have it - you can spend entire afternoons together without once acting like a couple
• he’d give you a kidney if you ever needed one, but steal one of his fries and he’ll flip your chair over without thinking twice
• you both think that your failed attempts at being romantic are hilarious. one time he tried to kiss you under the rain but you were so cold that you couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering and yeah it was just terrible
• the efforts you put in to embarrass each other are remarkable. you once kissed him in a supermarket and he just pulled away, yelling “MOM AND DAD SAID NOT IN PUBLIC !”
— RANDOM HCS THAT GIVE ME LIFE
• remember when i said you guys would do face masks together ? yeah well suna doesn’t own any headband which means that you have to tie his hair up in two pigtails at the front (it’s too short for one ponytail or a bun hehe)
• he has a silent laugh, the kind of laugh where he just wheezes while slapping his thighs, and he has to make a conscious effort to catch his breath
• he tugs on your sleeve whenever he wants to show you something <3
• in winter he writes messages on the frost of your car’s windows. nothing cheesy, probably something along the lines of “nice ass”
• he thinks it’s hilarious that your contact name in his phone is your full name, no emojis, nothing. he even put caps at the beginning
• he sends you 30 tiktoks per day and expects you to answer to all of them
• he makes you playlists for the dumbest things. one of them is called ‘dentist appointment vibes’
• he likes to see you wear many layers of clothing in winter because he takes great pride in being the only one to know what’s hiding under them *wink*
• when he’s driving, he often tries to be smooth and stare at you lovingly when he’s at a red light, but he always misses the moment when it turns green and the other drivers start to furiously honk at him (another failed attempt at being romantic)
• i’m gonna be honest w/ you : he’s probably effortlessly seggsy when he drives
in conclusion : you might not be the most romantic couple, but your vibes are
𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 because you’re both so madly in love with each other
pspsps: here’s a link to my suna playlist that fuels my mind with thousands of scenarios
#did i just describe my ideal relationship? yessir 🙃#haikyuu x reader#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna headcanons#suna fluff#suna rintaro headcanons#suna x you#suna rintarou x reader
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