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dmitriene · 5 months

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𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟭.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘺𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon is extremely careful because you both know that he has a heavy soldier’s hand and he is a man who grew up as a soldier, capable of turning into a living killing machine and, in principle, a meat grinder, but not next to you, no.

he treats you like a jewel, many people want to protect what is closest to them, especially if they consider it more fragile than them, and the same applies to you, you don’t have to be a completely defenseless porcelain doll — just being an ordinary civilian, unlike simon, is enough, and he already wants to act around you like a loyal dog around something fragile.

in your relationship with him, the detail that you were a virgin was revealed extremely quickly, when, in a stream of hot kisses and wet traces along the neck to the collarbones, his hands slid to your crotch and you somehow squeaked in fear, slightly pushing his hands away, making him mentally worry — «did i do something wrong? she doesn't want that? am i hurried things up?»

one glance at the dark brown abyss of his eyes is enough to understand that he is immersed in a stream of thoughts from which it would be nice to get him out before he plunges deeper than necessary, your hands carefully touch his cheeks, warm from the blush and recent kisses, stroking his cheekbones and pressing your nose to his to convince him with a gentle whisper — «hey, si.. it's alright, i'm fine, you did nothing wrong okay? i just didn't — didn't had anything like that before»

light eyelashes flutter like a fan when he looks at you and his gaze widens in surprise, brown eyes become as if cat like round when he sharply releases a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding, gently placing his slightly rough palms on top of yours, nervously licking the line of slightly thin lips and nodding with relief, kissing the button of your nose like a child, smiling and muttering hoarsely, gradually moving away from the previously heated atmosphere — «yeah.. yeah, sorry love, got it, we're not in a hurry, step by step, gonna — gonna take my time with my precious girl»

and his word was restrained, you moved forward in small steps while he explored the world of intimacy as if anew, but now with you — no rush, promiscuous connections and unknown surroundings, only his charming girlfriend, who in the end turned out to be quite enthusiastic, otherwise how to explain how it all came to this.

it seems to him that you begged him about this for weeks, just like you, because after that situation when he found out about your inexperience, he seemed to begin to be afraid, and when small kisses turned into quite hot and with a lot of saliva, hands reaching out to pull his belt, he removed them and continued to kiss you, allowing you to feel the bulge in his pants pressing into you and which you wanted to feel in every possible way, but you were like a child from whom all the sweet things were taken away.

most often, all such sessions, be it on the couch while watching a movie or in the bedroom before bed, when a couple of innocent kisses before bed turned into a practical desire to devour each other — they became just dry humping, strong fingers squeezed your hips and slowly moved them along his legs, causing your panties, already soaked to the limit, to stick to your folds while you whined and whimpered every now and then, clinging to his shoulders and begging for more — «pl-llease, mph, s-si.. want you.. want you inside so bad..»

he controlled himself well even when he heard your charming whines, and it seemed to you that he was deliberately mocking you, because he only whispered backhandedly — «no, love, gonna take more time than that, need you to be patient, yea?» kissing the top of your head and deliberately jerking his leg, making you wiggle your clothed pussy against his knee and shudder in an instant, numb orgasm, digging your nails into his shoulders and practically scratching them through the fabric of his shirt, moaning and mewling unintelligibly while he literally felt how your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, gushing into the cotton of your panties and the thin fabric of your shorts.

your patience was rewarded, to the extreme, one way or another you moved a little further, finding yourself between his legs with his wide dick lying exactly on your tongue, while saliva flowed down your chin, maybe you were the initiator of what was happening, crawling between his legs while he watched TV, his muscular legs spread wide apart, allowing you to gaze at the imprint of his girthy cock in his gray sweatpants, fidgeting with your cheek against the inside of his thigh just like a cat, looking at him absolutely innocently and batting your eyelashes, and how can he refuse when you look so adorable, so needy?

you don’t remember how long you’ve been sitting between his legs, the texture of the carpet uncomfortably rubs against your knees, even if it’s soft, while you with half lidded eyes studyly lick his big shaft, humming and emitting vibrations when he gently helps you with his hand, placing it on the back of your head and gently helping you move, while your tongue circled around the tip, picking up pearls of the precum on your tongue, slowly releasing him from your mouth to gently kiss the head, causing simon to growl and twitch as you slowly began to swallow him back, moaning and squirming on the carpet, looking for a friction for your throbbing pussy, causing him to stroke your forehead with his thumb and mumble deeply — «good girl, fuck — just keep it nice and warm here, yeah? gonna teach you how to.. how to do it properly, sweetheart»

he is so gentle and careful, he is in no hurry and asks you to pat his arm or leg, looking where you can reach, if something goes wrong — but you are so eager to do him good that you allow him to push your throat onto his throbbing dick even through the strange tingling sensation around your lips, running your tongue along his bulging veins as he continues to pump you slowly along his cock, which jumps up and rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you practically purr, allowing him to push deeper into the tightness of your throat.

but suddenly you close your eyes and your face contrasts with pain, your nails cling to his leg, causing him to pull you back in concern, instantly noticing the cut in the corner of your lip, which is why he immediately hides his still erect member in his boxers and sweatpants, hastily, gently squeezing your cheeks while your eyes gradually become wet from an uncomfortable burning sensation — «fuckin' hell, i told you to .. — shit, sweetheart, m'so sorry, had to notice first, i'm sorry»

you shake your head, additionally feeling that your jaw is aching, you don’t want him to feel like he’s to blame, so you gently kiss him on the cheek, looking at him guiltily and pursing your lip, purring hoarsely — «noo, it's my fault, you told me to tap you.. just.. wanted you to feel good, si»

he waves his head, stroking your hair and kissing you along the entire perimeter of your face, sensually and surprisingly airily, picking you up on his lap and adjusting his bulge, noticing how your gaze slowly slides between his legs, to which he hides your face in his neck, chuckling and continuing to kiss you tenderly, his fingers tracing circles and stripes along your spine, making you giggle at his words — «another time, lovie, you had enough for today, yep? best fucking girl in the world, wanna take care of me so much» ‹𝟹

one way or another, simon was really very worried, otherwise how to explain the fact that he practically did not let you out of his arms, did not allow anything more than small pecks on your cheeks or nose, and constantly sat you down on his muscular thighs to smear the corner of your lip with ointment, stroking your cheek extremely tenderly, watching you pout charmingly due to the fact that your training is delayed, and apparently for a long time, but can you really blame him for worrying about you, his precious girl?

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khadiiii · 6 months

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'i got a girlfriend' -Hanma shuji

you decide to mess with your drunk boyfriend..

Hanma shuji was always down to get drunk.

'and then i punched him right in the face...you shoulda fuckin' seen it doll' shuji laughs boisterously in your direction, not caring about the people around him.Typical.

'seriously blood everywhere..' You cant help but laugh and mockingly put your hand on his shoulder, a light flush shading his face..

'you alright?' you chuckle at his more than tipsy state. Hanma rolls his eyes knowing you were poking fun at him

'm fine.. *hiccup* only been a few drinks..'

his words are more than slurred as he turns his head to look you in the eye-just to stick his tongue out at you. you nod and snicker,giving him a sarcastic thumbs up 'a few...totally..' he swats your hand away and calls for another drink-a sly grin cracks on your face a new idea to mess with him coming to you... 'm going to the bathroom shuji...' you stand up speaking with your normal innocent tone 'yeah,yeah be quick baby..' his voice is gruff and strained...cigarettes and alcohol aren't a good pair..

Hanma is a possessive man..he like to have nice things to himself...as much as he looks and sounds like a player...he'll never leave someone he truly likes (hes a loyal mf basically)

....So when you emerge from the bathroom 20 minutes later with your hair done slightly differently and a pair of shades on, you find him slumped in the same spot staring down into his glass,head lulling forwards waiting patiently for you...but shuji was drunk out of his mind..so much that he couldn't see straight and his eyes became watery making everything a blur.. You approach him slowly, snickering quietly and run your finger along his back..putting on a slightly new voice to trick him

'hey there, handsome~'...you coo to him..voice like honey.. it takes Hanma a few moments to register your touch, his body shaking a little from the large volume of alcohol in his system..he coughs once,then twice then sputters drunkenly with his raspy and slightly intimidating voice... 'the hell...?'

'....dont touch me'

you fight to hold back a chuckle and trail your finger to his shoulder lightly caressing his bicep which you know he likes 'woah..easy mister..i-'

'i got a girlfriend.' his eyes remain deeply focused on the liquid in his glass, head rocking forward as he tries to stable himself.

'yeah? i dont see her...'

'then look for her...shes wearin a blue...' hanmas drunken words trail off as he stares intensely into his glass...he takes a few moments to turn his head and you stay silent in the hopes he'll realise.. His eyes wander...to the left of you,then to the right and even above your head..looking intently for something

'shes wearin a...' he mumbles,still looking around for..well,you.Finally he shifts his gaze to you, looking kinda defeated...

'a blue...shirt...?'....his eyes widen slightly as he takes hold of the fabric of your shirt, tugging you towards him...he grins at you and starts giggling like a little girl

'y/n!!' his giggles turn to laughs..as you finally speak back in your regular voice-taking off your shades

'you took your time didnt you?'

'ughhh you're a little shit....' he groans in annoyance, keeping an arm around your hips as you stood next to him....'i thought you were lost'

'you only cared about the fact i was lost and not that a smoking hot babe was hitting on you..?....we have different priorities huh?' he giggles some more, giving a light kiss to your side and nodding drunkenly.

'im gonna get you back baby...ya made me think i got hoes...hehe ♡'

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#hanma shuji #tokyo rev fluff #shuji hanma #hanma tokyo revengers #hanma x reader #tr hanma #tokyo revengers #shuji hanma icons #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuuji x reader

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Are You Jealous? (Jessie Fleming x Reader )

Warnings: None!

A/N: Jealous Jessie is my fav ( also the interview from this gif is my all time favorite. strongly recommend it. ) Tell me if you guys like it :) Based off this request:

Prompt: Jessie and the reader have been dating for years in secret, so when Guro starts flirting with y/n, Jessie gets jealous.

You had been playing for the first Chelsea team since you were 16 years old, the youngest ever pro singing in the WSL. You played for the club a solid five years before meeting the woman that made your world spin, your heart beat. You had never publicly dated anyone before, the idea of having your relationship broadcasted was just never appealing to you. But it wasn’t as though your current relationship was public either. You and Jessie Fleming had been together since the second month Jessie was at Chelsea. You decided not to tell anyone for a while because Jess was still getting settled, and after a while, the sneaking around, sneaky touches and fleeted loving looks became… exciting. So you kept it that way, everyone thinking you were just especially close friends. When you left for international break, it was always a bit hard, but you managed. Surrounding yourself with your loyal Spanish teammates. Jessie was the only person you had ever dated, so it was normal that you didn’t pick up on flirting easily. You weren’t used to it, your canadian girlfriend and you had jumped into a relationship very quickly. People flirted with you a lot, fans, opposing team players after the game, and in one particular instance, a creepy ass referee. So when one of your Chelsea teammates, a certain norwegian, started flirting with you. You didn’t even notice.

You walked out of the team bus, walking towards the plane and dragging your heavy suitcase behind you. You and Kadeisha Buchanan were known as the over packers, both sharing a love for sneakers. "I call y/n!" Guro Reiten yelled, slinging her arm around you and smiling at you wildly. You usually sat with your girlfriend, and very much liked too, but you were a big believer that change was a good thing. "Sure! Hey i got a new game to play with two people on my phone. Play with me?" You asked, slinging your free arm around her. "Hell yeah!"

You guys both walked into the plane, smiling for the camera that was filming, not noticing that Jessie was glaring suspiciously at the back of Guros head.

You spent the entirety of the trip laughing, teasing each other, and eventually, Guro fell asleep on your shoulder. The photographer took a picture in which your head was resting on hers as you read a book on your phone.

You had zero clue that Jessie, who was sitting with Guro’s usual bus/plane buddy, Sam, was feeling really insecure.

When you landed, you got a notification saying that Chelsea had tagged you and guro in a post. You looked at the post, where one picture was of you and Guro laughing at something while walking into the plane, and the other was Guro asleep on you. The caption read "Guro x y/n, a classic duo."

It was true, almost 3/4 of your goals were from Guro’s assists, and your on pitch chemistry was amazing. But that was it, that was all. The only off pitch chemistry you cared about was the one you had with Jessie. You turned off your phone, and looked up, seeing Jessie walking with Sam. You rushed up to her, struggling with your suitcase. "Hey, Jess! How was the flight?" You asked her, quickly grazing your palm on her lower back. "It was fine." She answered coldly, making you frown and making Sam seem a bit uncomfortable. "Uhm- Millie’s… I- Mills!" Sam yelled, rushing up to her and leaving you alone with Jessie. "Jess? What’s wrong my love?" You whispered to her. "What is wrong?" She whispered back angrily. "Nothing. Just- leave me alone." Jessie said, speeding up. "No! Jessie you are my girlfriend and your upset with me. I want to make it better. I love you." You told her. Jessie’s face remained impassive and she didn’t say anything. "Jessie. I hate it when you go silent when you’re mad." You told her.

Nothing.

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Jessie and you lived together, everyone’s assumed you were just roommates, which made sense because you were experts at keeping your private life, well, private. But, because you lived together, and we’re dating, you shared a car. Meaning the drive home from the airport was silent, and awkward. Jessie was at the wheel, and you were sitting in the passengers seat, fiddling with your necklace. "Jessie are you going to say anything?" You said, starting to get worried, your heart felt tight. "No." Jessie answered. "You said something…" you teased, it didn’t work. "Pull over, Jessie." You told her. She kept driving straight. "Jessie Alexandra Fleming. Pull over right now because we are not going home until you tell me what’s wrong because there is no way in hell i’m letting you go to sleep mad at me." You told her.

Jessie’s face did not soften, but she did pull over, parking on the side of a road in the countryside.

You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to look at her. "Baby… what is wrong. And how can I make it better." You told her, reaching your hand out and putting it on her thigh.

"Baby? How about you go call Guro that." Jessie said coldly, not meeting your gaze. You were taken aback a little, not expecting Jessie to be jealous. "Oh my god… Jess… are you jealous?" You asked, smiling at her. "Don’t laugh, y/n! What is wrong with you?" She said. "I’m sorry, i’m sorry." You answered quickly, composing yourself. "Jessie look at me, I love you. I love your freckles, and your laugh. And I love your hair and the way you always know what food I want, even when I don’t. I love the way you look good in everything, and I love when you talk about which coffee mugs are the best. I love when you put your hair in that little bun and how your calves pop when you run. You mean everything to me. You’ve always meant everything to me. And I hate that you felt as though you didn’t. As though I could replace you with anyone." You told her, your heart aching at the fact that she felt as though she was anything less than your entire world.

Jessie looked at you, a smile creeping onto her face. "You do?" She said quietly. "Yes! I do. And I obviously don’t say it enough so get ready for me to tell you it every day. All the time." You told her, leaning in and pushing your forehead against hers.

You kissed her, letting your hand slip under her shirt, grazing your nails up and down her back.

"I think it’s time to tell people about us." Jessie said as she pulled away. "Really?" You said, smiling at her. "I want everybody to know you’re mine." Jessie whispered, her voice slightly hoarse. "Possessive Jessie. I’m into it."

The next day at training, you told your teammates who all looked like they saw a ghost. It was clear to you both how well you had hidden your relationship. And you both even decided to take it to the next level and post about it. You’ve always wanted to be a role model for young girls in sports, but being able to be one for the queer community would just be another plus.

When you went to bed the night of your public relationship announcement, you could see that Jessie was slightly nervous. Jessie was the most private person you knew. You were private but you still posted often, and liked to keep in touch with what fans were saying on social media. "It’s gonna be okay, Jess." You told her. "I know. And I know I’m the one who wanted to tell people… and i’m happy we did. It’s just scary. Only my sister knew about us. And you of course. And now everybody does. It’s a leap." Jessie said, lying her head on your chest. "But i’m really happy I took the leap with you." She finished. "I’m happy too." You said, passing your fingers through her hair.

"I can’t believe how jealous you were." You snorted after a moment of silence. "Shut up!"

#chelsea fcw #woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #canwnt #jessie fleming #woso #espwnt #guro reiten #sam kerr

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untilwedont · 10 months

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Jealous Boy

But I can't help it

RQ: Vinnie Hacker x male reader pls!!! Angst to fluff like y/n gets jealous of a girl who is flirting with Vinnie and Vinnie flirts back leading to an very heated argument where Vinnie says something he regrets and tries to make it up to y/n

Warnings; alcohol, mentions of cheating.

to be quite honest, you’d say you were one of the luckiest people to live on earth. I mean.. one of the finest people on earth— a man that everyone would literally kill to just get a smile from, chose to date you.

by man I mean Vinnie Hacker. Every girl thirsted over the guy, and it shocked the public when he openly came out as bisexual and revealed to be in a relationship with you.

but.. dating a fine ass man comes with it’s downsides. A lot of girls, as soon as they laid eyes on Vinnie, tried to come up to him and flirt, doing anything to try and get your boyfriend turned on.

Luckily you dated a loyal man and he’d always push them off, telling them he was already in a relationship— but that changed.

You guys decided to hit the bar, take a few shots, call a taxi home, and maybe have drunk sex?? Well— that was the original plan at least.

“can I get another shot, please?” You asked the bartender, handing them the empty shot glass. They nodded, grabbing your shot glass and taking it away.

You were only two shots in, and hadn’t felt anything happening to your body. You weren’t one to get drunk easily, unlike Vinnie.

By two shots in, he’d already been tipsy, slightly slurring his words when he talked to you. “S’hey, ‘nother shot..” He asked the bartender, giving them the glass and rubbing his eyes.

“You good, vin?” You ask, noticing his slured words becoming more frequent, signaling he was becoming more under the influence.

“hm? oooh~ yeah, for sure!” He said, smiling at you drunkly. You nodded, watching as the bartender gave him another shot of strong alcohol. You decided you were done drinking for the night, wanting to at least be the more sober one.

You left to take a quick bathroom break. When you came back, you expected to see nothing less but you’re drunk boyfriend alone. But, when you returned, you saw a girl talking to vinnie.

Except, it was different this time. He wasn’t pushing the girl away like he usually would. No, he was talking to her. Not in a regular way, but with a more flirty tone.. Like he was enjoying her. Her looks, body, voice, everything.

A sense of jealousy instantly rushed through your body, overflowing your mind with hateful thoughts. But, you tried calming yourself down, thinking it was the alcohol overflowing vinnies mind. Yet, there was something in you that wanted to snoop in on the conversation.

The distant voices of both of them slowly became louder as you got closer. “So, what brings you here tonight?” She asked, slightly biting her lip while trailing a finger down vinnie’s shoulder.

It was obvious about what she wanted. “S’m just here hiccup to have s’me fun..!” He smiled at her, unaware of her wants. “What’s a fine lady like you doin’ here?” Your fists clenched as your jealousy began to overflow you once more. Was he really about to cheat on you, or was it just the alcohol?

“Just.. lookin’ for some fun~” She smiled, placing her hand on Vinnie’s thigh. Vinnie smiled back. “You got a girlfriend?” But, before he could respond to her question, you quickly interrupted the conversation.

“Actually, he has a boyfriend. So you can.. run off now.” You gave her a smile as you shooed her away. Her face turned to disbelief and she walked off. “Oh, hey baby~” vinnie spoke from behind you.

“Don’t fucking baby me, we’re going home.” You grabbed his hand, gripping it sternly, forcing him out of his seat. “Heyy, what’sth big hol’ up?” He asked, his hand still in yours. You didn’t respond, only quickly calling an uber to pick you up. (don’t drink and drive)

You ignored all his little complaints about leaving so early until the taxi finally arrived. You both got in and the whole car ride was silent, the only words being spoken were when you told the uber your address.

When you arrived home, you got out the uber, not bothering to wait or help vinnie get out. He quickly followed behind as you opened the front door, “Hey, what’s going on with you?” He asked as he ran up behind you. “I’d rather talk to you when you aren’t drunk.” You mumbled as you walked through the front door.

“Baby-..” He went to speak again but you quickly cut him off. “I told you to not baby me.” He tossed his hands in the air from confusion. He wasn’t sure what he did wrong. “Just.. just don’t speak to me until you’re sobered up.” You spoke, this time more calm.

He was confused but didn’t complain any longer. The next day rolled around and Vinnie awoke to an empty bed. He was definitely sober now, but needed to suffer the consequences of a hangover. He walked out of the room to find you in the kitchen. He wondered what time it was since he saw you already showered and ready for the day.

He walked up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your head. But, you quickly pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, scratching his head. “So you don’t remember what happened last night?” You calmly asked, not bothering to turn around and face him

“Uhm… I mean not really.. why, did I do something wrong?” He questioned. You felt your hands curl up into a fist as you sighed. “A girl… she came up to you while I was gone,” you finally turned around, “she flirted with you, but you didn’t push her away. No, instead.. instead you flirted back. The way you eyed her.. the way you-..” you took a deep sigh, “The way you let her touch you… and you just sat there…”

Your head hanged low, staring at the ground as you bit your lip. “Baby- I..” He let out a nervous laugh, “I was drunk last night.. you know that.” He tried placing a hand on your shoulder but you quickly took his hand off. “Oh, but you remembered to call me ‘baby’ after you called her a ‘fine fucking lady’ a few fucking seconds ago?!”

You felt tears forming as you stared at him. “Are you- are you accusing me of cheating on you?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief. You scoffed, “I don’t know, Vinnie. Would you? What if I hadn’t stopped the conversation, vinnie? What if I watched as you told her you were single? What if I watched her fucking kiss your lips?! What if-..” Your voice got louder with every ‘what if’, but vinnie cut you off from your ramble.

“Okay, M/N stop!” He yelled. “Do you hear yourself right now?! Why the hell would I ever cheat on you?!” His voice had a sense of nervousness in it as he continued to yell.

“Well im sure you were fucking thinking about it when you eyed her tits!” You yelled back and vinnie scoffed. “Okay, fine! So what if I hookup with a girl?! it’s not like you show me any action anyways!” He yelled, not aware of the words that just came out of his mouth.

You stared at him in disbelief, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Did you-… did you just admit to thinking about cheating on me..?” You spoke lowly, your anger quickly disappearing. Vinnie’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. The words that just came out of his mouth.

“W-wait..! no, no, no, that’s- that’s not want I meant!” His yelling quickly turned into regret as he tried to come up to you and hug you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You harshly whispered, pushing him away as you went to leave the house. “N-no, baby wait!” He tried stopping you from leaving but you were already walking out the door.

You left the house. You weren’t sure where you were going, you just drove. Drove until you couldn’t drive any longer. Vinnie on the other hand cried his heart out, sitting on the kitchen floor as he knew he just ruined your guys’ relationship.

But, after sometime of crying, he had a sudden idea to fix things with you.. or at least try. He wasn’t sure how long you’d be out so he thought he’d start his idea right away.

The sunset became more visible as you continued to drive. You weren’t sure what time you left the house and you weren’t sure what the current time was. You silenced your phone after the constant calls from vinnie. The radio wasn’t on, you left it off just so you could hear your own thoughts.

You knew you had to come back home at some point.. you had nowhere else to stay. So, you eventually returned home. You walked up to the front door and hesitantly turned the lock. You silently walked in, looking around and noticing that it was silent.

You suddenly noticed red shaped petals on the ground that lead upstairs. You followed the petals that continued inside the bedroom. You opened the door, peaking your head inside. There was a sealed cake on the bed that spelled ‘I’m sorry :(.’ Three nicely wrapped gifts sat behind the cake.

There was a sealed envelope that rested on top of the sealed cake that had your name written on the back. “Vinnie?” You spoke softly as you walked towards the cake. You grabbed the envelope,

“M/N im sorry about what I said earlier today. I promise you that i’d NEVER cheat on you. You mean the world to me and the thought of you feeling hurt because of me makes me so angry with myself. I know this may not be a lot but I promise with everything I will continue to try and make it up to you. I love you so much M/N you don’t even know it.

Love,

Vinnies.

Your heart began to hurt once more as you read the letter and your lip slightly quivered. You opened the three gifts. Inside were many of your favorite things, ranging from clothes, to accessories, etc.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. Maybe you’ll give him a second chance.

A/N; ENDING HERE THIS SHIT IS TOO LONG

#male reader #gay #malereader #vinnie hacker x male reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #malereaderimagine #malereaderinsert #angst

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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My Girlfriend and Her Girlfriend

Summary: Based on a conversation with @this-was-bad-sorry and @munson-blurbs where Eddie introduces the reader and her best friend as “this is my girlfriend and this is her girlfriend.”

Note: I got a request for bi!reader so my friends gave me this line to work with!

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Hawkin’s annual Fourth of July carnival was something you looked forward to every year. The only year you had missed was when you had chicken pox the first week of July when you were six. It started off with your parents taking you, then when you got older it became a tradition to go with your best friend Sara. This year though, your boyfriend Eddie had invited you to go with him. Though you had been dating for months at this point, he still took your hesitancy to answer as a bad sign.

“No, no, I’d love to go with you,” you assure him, not able to take the sad look in those dark puppy dog eyes. “It’s just that I usually go with Sara. I don’t want her to think I’m dumping her now that I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, and his face relaxes in relief. “Well, I like Sara. Why don’t we all hang out together?”

“Yeah?” A smile turns up the corner of your lips and it makes Eddie smile in turn.

“Of course.” Eddie picks your hands up and presses kisses along the back of them.

When you bring the idea up to Sara, she’s just as excited. She’d known about your crush on Eddie from day one and was relieved when you two finally got together. It was exhausting watching the two of you dance around one another. She liked to think forcing the both of you to come to basketball games under the guise of “watching her cheer” was the final straw before Eddie asked you out.

You spend the night before the carnival at Sara’s house, so Eddie swings by there to pick up the pair of you. He hops out of the van to open the passenger door for you and the back door for Sara.

“Thank you,” you tell him and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sara smiles playfully and gives Eddie a kiss on his other cheek.

“Hey,” you jokingly yell at your best friend as you climb into the seat. “Keep your pom poms off my man.”

“Ladies, ladies,” Eddie says with a smirk. He makes his way back around to retake the driver’s seat. “No need to fight over little old me.”

“Oh boy,” you say as he pulls out of the driveway. “Now he’s going to get a big head and realize he can do better than me.”

“Hey!” Your best friend and your boyfriend shout at you at the same time.

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Sara says. She reaches forward and smacks you on the shoulder.

“I will turn this van around right now if you don’t say three nice things about yourself. Now,” Eddie adds.

“Jeez, mom and dad. Fine.” You tap your feet against the floor mat underneath your sandals as you think. “Um, I’m smart.”

“Very,” Eddie adds.

“I’m loyal,” you say.

“Ridiculously.”

“And we appreciate it.”

You wave your hand dismissively at the both of them as you think of the final item to add to the list.

“I have great taste in people,” you say with a nod.

“I don’t know if that counts,” Sara says. She leans forward, brown hair draping in between you and your boyfriend. “What do we think?” she asks Eddie.

“I’ll allow it,” Eddie concedes. “But if I hear anything even mildly self-deprecating for the rest of the night, I will not be winning you any stuffed animals.”

“You promised me a stuffed frog,” you say with a pout.

“Be a good girl and you’ll get one.”

“Kinky,” Sara says with a smirk.

With a huff, you pull your legs up to rest your feet against the dashboard. Suburban houses of Hawkins fly past as you look out the window, avoiding looking at either of them.

“Assholes, ganging up on me.”

Eddie laughs and you turn your face even more towards the window, so he doesn’t see the smile it gives you.

“You know the window reflects your face,” Sara says.

“Oh my God, are we there yet?” You drop your head back against the seat.

The sun is just setting as you get to the carnival, the colorful lights blinking into existence across the once abandoned field. Tents are scattered throughout the fairgrounds, rides full of screaming children and ride workers who look bored out of their minds. There are shouts of laughter and squeals of excitement coming from all sides. It’s hard to be in anything less than a happy mood surrounded by all this merriment.

“What should we do first?” you ask.

“The tilt-a-whirl?” Eddie offers.

That becomes the first ride of the night, followed by the swinging ship, the scrambler, the high-flying swings, and the fun slide. You weren’t sure the last time you laughed harder or smiled wider. Being with your two favorite people in one of your favorite places puts you in a happier frame of mind.

When you come to the Ferris wheel though, you’re presented with a problem you hadn’t faced yet tonight. All the other rides allowed for the three of you to sit together or individually on your own. But the Ferris wheel only allowed two people per seat.

You want to be fair, so your eyes scan the rest of the carnival to see if there’s another two-seater ride that you can swap partners for after this one.

“Okay,” you say as your eyes land on the perfect ride. “How about I sit with Sara on this ride and Eddie, with you on the tunnel of love over there?”

“Alright.” He nods and presses a kiss to your cheek before you slip into the seat with Sara.

Eddie knows he doesn’t have a reason to be jealous. He knows how much you love him because you never miss an opportunity to tell him so. But hearing you and Sara giggling as he sits in the seat below you two, all by himself, scratches at his insecurities. It wasn’t long after you two started spending time together that you told him that you’re bisexual. He hadn’t cared in the least, and still doesn’t, but sometimes the nagging voice in the back of his head gets the better of him. He isn’t blind; Sara is gorgeous. He’d even told you so, to which you agreed. And being friends for so long, you two obviously got along well with one another. What if you discovered you’d rather be with Sara than him? What made him think that he was good enough to be your boyfriend? Both you and Sara are straight A students while he’s about to repeat senior year for the third time. He’s known around town as a freak, while Sara is a cheerleader.

Eddie rubs his hands over his face, trying to make the thoughts go away. He knows he’s being ridiculous. But his mind keeps going well, what if?

“Eddie!” you call down to him.

He looks up and twists his neck the best he can so that he can see you.

“Yeah?”

“From here I can see the place where you can win stuffed frogs!”

“What do I have to do?” he calls up.

“Throw darts at balloons!”

Eddie groans under his breath but nods his head.

“No problem!”

As soon as you all step off the Ferris wheel, you take Eddie’s hand in yours and gently swing them back and forth.

“What next?” you ask.

“I’m hungry,” Eddie says.

“I could eat,” Sara agrees.

Sara saves seats for the three of you at a picnic table while you and Eddie load up on the food. It all smells so good you’re tempted to buy one of everything, but your stomach and wallet would hate you. Eddie asks what you should get, and after a little back and forth, you end up bringing back fries, milkshakes, and a funnel cake dusted in enough powder sugar to be considered a blizzard.

“We’re going to get sugar shock,” Eddie says as he hands out the milkshakes.

“We’re supposed to go on more rides after this?” Sara asks.

“Yeah, we’re going to die,” Eddie says. He takes a huge bite out of the funnel cake, but it’s so hot he needs to immediately follow it up with a large gulp of his milkshake.

“The tunnel of love should be nice and relaxing,” you say, leaning into Eddie’s side and blinking up at him under your lashes.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and hugs you against his side.

“You guys are adorable,” Sara says after finishing a fry. “Will you adopt me?”

“I don’t know,” you muse, looking at your best friend next to you. “You don’t listen very well.”

“I can’t handle a bratty daughter,” Eddie says.

Sara squeezes her eyes closed and clenches her hands into fists.

“I am holding back all the dirty jokes right now,” she says.

You gently push her, and she nudges you back in return.

“Children, behave,” Eddie says through a mouth full of funnel cake.

“She started it,” Sara says.

Powdered sugar has rained down on the table from the funnel cake, and you scoop some up with your finger. You go to put it on Eddie’s nose but his lips close around your finger before you can get it there. A laugh bubbles out of you and Eddie smirks around your finger before letting it go with a pop.

“Gross,” Sara mumbles, but there’s a smile on her face.

There’s barely a line for the Tunnel of Love and Sara slips into a boat in front of you so she doesn’t have to feel like a peeping Tom behind the two of you. Eddie takes advantage of the dark ride to wrap his arm around your waist and press kisses against the side of your neck. You giggle into your hand as Eddie’s kisses tickle you. The water beneath your boat ushers you along the path and Eddie trails his kisses even higher, going up behind your ear.

“What’re you going to grope me in here?” you whisper.

“If you’ll let me,” he says in your ear.

You were originally joking, but Eddie’s whisper sends a shiver down your spine, and you melt against his body. He chuckles darkly and slips his fingers up the leg of your shorts.

Trying to keep quiet is harder than you thought it would be. The way his fingers danced against the soft skin of your thigh, how his kisses became more open-mouthed as he went. You try to distract yourself by looking at the scenery around you in the red and pink tunnel. There are paintings of babies with magic arrows, little animatronic turtles that were cuddled close together and made kissy noises, and depictions of different types of birds on the walls. It seemed like whoever designed this ride had a fascination with birds. There are lovebirds, ducks, swans, geese, swallows, and even storks guiding you on your journey in the small wooden boat. Light peeks around the corner as the boat comes around the bend, and you groan.

“Ride’s ending,” you tell Eddie quietly.

“So?” he asks.

You’d laugh, but you know he’s not joking.

“Eddie.”

He reluctantly pulls his hands out of your shorts and presses one last kiss to your neck before pulling back.

“Later,” you promise him as your boat comes to a stop.

Gentlemanly as ever, Eddie helps you out of the boat and you follow Sara out into the rest of the fair.

“Enjoy your romantic boat ride?” Sara asks. “I’d say you did by the sounds I heard behind me.”

Your cheeks flare red, and Sara throws an arm over your shoulders.

“Are you really embarrassed? It’s me,” she says. “Not like I haven’t heard you moan before.”

“What?” Eddie’s pretty sure his eyes bug out of his head. Both you and Sara laugh, and you shake your head.

“No! Not like that!”

“Well, maybe,” Sara says, smirking at Eddie.

“Don’t tease him!” You shove your friend off of you, but she comes back and loops her arm through yours.

Eddie turns his head to speak to you, but he’s interrupted by his name being called up ahead. Steve smiles at your small group as he makes his way over to you.

“Hey, Steve,” you say.

“This is nice, I didn’t know you were coming,” Steve says. His eyes find Sara and he nods politely, obviously not knowing who she is. Eddie must notice this as well.

“Steve, you know my girlfriend. And this is her girlfriend, Sara.”

Steve’s dumbfounded face is enough to make you and Sara burst into giggles and Eddie does his best to hold in his smile.

“Uh, hi,” Steve says.

Sara takes the perfect opportunity to mess with Steve by placing a loud kiss against your cheek before going over to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” she says, and you break into another round of laughter.

“Steve, don’t listen to them,” you say. You walk over and shoo Eddie and Sara away from him. “This is Sara, but she’s my best friend.”

“Oh,” Steve says, still looking a bit confused.

“Eddie was just about to go win me a stuffed frog,” you say.

“I was?” your boyfriend asks from behind you, but you ignore him.

“Would you like to join us? And possibly tease him if he can’t do it?”

“Hey!”

You placate your boyfriend by wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips. Both of you know you’ll make up for any teasing later in a way Eddie will definitely enjoy.

“You should join us,” Sara says and Steve smiles at her.

“She’s just tired of being the third wheel,” you say, resting your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Her?” Eddie asks, looking down at you. “I feel like I’m chaperoning the two of you. Always got to keep an eye on you girls. Not in a fun way.”

“I’ll, uh, be right back, yeah?” Steve says. “I’ll just tell my friends I’ll catch up with them later.”

Steve jogs off and you round on your boyfriend, knowing where his mind was heading before Steve left.

“Make a threesome joke and I hit you,” you say, pointing your finger at him.

“Well,” Eddie says with a smirk, and you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t thinking about that, but now that you mention it…”

“Shut up,” you say.

Sara comes over and leans against Eddie’s other side, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Are you jealous, Eddie?” She’s only teasing, but the look on Eddie’s face makes your heart drop.

“Eddie,” you start, but Sara cuts you off.

“Eddie, there’s nothing to be jealous of,” she tells him. She puts her hand on his shoulder and looks him in the eye. “Do you have any idea of how much this girl talks about you? I mean, she goes on, and on, and on.”

“He gets it,” you say through gritted teeth.

“And you took her to the zoo, right? Did she tell you that she’s afraid of monkeys?”

Eddie turns to you with a frown. “You are? Then why did we walk through that part of the zoo?”

“You wanted to,” you say with a shrug.

“This girl wouldn’t walk past a hoard of monkeys for just anyone,” Sara says. “Thought she was going to throttle me the one time I jokingly suggest we watch Planet of the Apes.”

Eddie nods his head and lets out a sigh. A crowd of noisy children takes their time walking past you before he speaks.

“I don’t mean to get jealous, I just have my moments. And you two have known each other for so long and get along so well.”

“Wait, you think…?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. “You think I want to date her? Eddie, we’d kill each other. I mean, I love her dearly, but I went on one vacation with her family for a week and by the end we practically hated each other.”

“It’s true. We didn’t talk for two weeks,” Sara says. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the nearest lamppost. “Plus, there’s the fact that I’m not into girls that way.”

That last fact is what brings Eddie’s eyes back to life the most, you notice. It’s like he wasn’t sure before, but when he knew that nothing could ever happen between the two of you, he was able to relax. His lack of self confidence hurts you but you make a silent promise to help him with it the best you can.

“And you know,” you say as you lace your fingers with his. “There’s the fact that I love you like crazy.”

“Ah, that fact,” Eddie says, smiling down at you.

“Kind of an important one,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and wraps his free arm around Sara.

“I mean, we only had that one kiss,” Sara says.

“Sara!”

“Alright,” Steve says as he comes back up to you three. He claps his hands and rubs them together. “Ready to watch Eddie attempt to win a game?”

Eddie scoffs. “I’ve played far more games in my life than you have, Harrington.”

“Yeah, with dice,” Steve says.

“And you threw a ball into a laundry basket.”

“Boy, boys.” you say, stepping in between them, placing a hand on each guy’s chest. “One of you plays a board game type thing, the other a ball game type thing. But neither of you threw darts, so let’s stop the pissing contest, yes?”

You tug Eddie in the direction of the game before either of them can say something else stupid.

Steve and Sara walk behind the two of you, and so what if you eavesdrop a little bit to see if they’re hitting it off? You’re just interested in your friends’ potential happiness is all. You overhear Steve being dumbstruck by the fact that Sara is a cheerleader at Hawkins High because he thought already knew all of them. Sara tells him she knows who he is because who doesn’t know about King Steve at Hawkins High?

You let out a content hum and squeeze your boyfriend’s hand in your own. Lights flash around you and loud noises echo, but none of it registers but Eddie. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, and you realize you’ve been staring at him. Eddie gives you a smirk and leans down to put his lips to your ear as you keep walking forward.

“You’re going to tell me about that kiss, right?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction

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frodhoebagginit · 10 months

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Just Like Before. Pt. 2 {Rhea Ripley x Fem!Bloodline!Reader}

Roman didn’t even seem to care about how Y/N would feel about this “Temporary Alliance.” The Tribal Chief hasn’t been treating her like an equal member of the Bloodline lately because of her brother's betrayal at Royal Rumble. The sound of the chair hitting his back was deafening, and for a moment Y/N forgot she was being watched by thousands of people. Roman and Paul have been holding Y/N under a microscope ever since, waiting to see if she’d betray him like Sami had. Y/N knew that's the real reason Roman chose The Judgement Day to help them with their Sami Zayn problem. He wanted to see if being around Ripley would keep her loyal to The Bloodline.

Since the alliance began, The Judgment Day was forced to attend The Bloodlines meetings. The meeting would always go the same way, Dominik would act like a bored child and make loud huffs which would lead to Paul yelling at him, then Rhea would get mad at Paul for yelling at Dom, then eventually everyone would get pissed at each other. YN would do what she always did and just sit and wait for the chaos to end. Today however it felt like it would never end, and in all the yelling and attempted assaults, Y/n had snuck out of the meeting room. Backstage had become a safe palace for Y/n in the past year, nobody bothered her, and she could get away from The Bloodline. Y/n sat on a large storage box that was in the corner, Staff would walk past her and say a quick ‘hello’, then get on with their jobs.

“Hey.” Y/n knew that voice, its the voice that calmed her during storms when she was a kid, it was Sami. Y/n looked up to see the kind smile of her brother, she looked back down, hoping he would just walk away if she ignored him.

“I'm sorry about Roman making you work with her, you don’t deserve that.” Sami says remorseful,

“If the Tribal Chief thinks what's best then,” Y/n paused with a snarky tone, “Then that's what's best.” Y/n’s eyes meet her brothers again. Sami thinks for a moment trying to figure out what he should say. Y/n hops off the storage box she’d been sitting to stand in front of her brother properly,

“Listen Y/n, I'm really sor-” before Sami can finish, Rhea appears beside them. Rhea stares intimidatingly at Sami,

“Is he bothering you y/n?” Rhea finally says in a dangerously calm voice. Y/n looks between Rhea and her brother, then gets between them,

“No, he was just leaving.” Y/n squints at Sami, hoping he'd get the message. Sami looks at Y/n then at Rhea, clearly not happy with his little sister's current situation. He sighs,

“Yeah, um, just, think about it ok Y/n?” Sami mutters before leaving the two women alone. Y/n watches as Sami walks away. Rhea moves in front of Y/n to block her sight of Sami. Rhea’s eyes hold a wicked look in them,

“So you ran off to speak with the enemy?” Rhea speaks bitterly. Why won’t Rhea just leave her alone? After all this time she can’t just waltz back in that easily. All Rhea Has ever done is hurt Y/n. They met in NXT and became friends, that friendship slowly became something more. Joining the WWE roster with Rhea was one of the happiest days in Y/n’s life, not only would she be working with Sami but her girlfriend as well. The crowd loved Rhea and Y/n’s relationship, the two of them were an electrifying and entertaining tag team as well. But when Rhea joined the Judgment Day it all crumbled. Rhea didn’t spend time with Y/n anymore, and she’d come home late at night. Rhea finally broke up with Y/n leaving her to deal with it on her own. Sami asked Y/n to join the bloodline with him, and the rest was history. Y/n gets out of her deep thoughts, and leered at Rhea,

“No, I was trying to get away from you.” Rhea chuckles at Y/n’s response, and grabs one of Y/n’s arms, pulling her close.

“Well. you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

#rhea ripley x reader #Rhea Ripley #WWE #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #The Judgment Day #The Bloodline

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clevelcnds · 1 year

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I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE - JOE BURROW

(NOT MY GIF)

warnings: none really, full of angst. joe’s a complete asshole in this. sad ending.

authors note: excuse the grammar errors, i’m not the best at writing lol. lower case is intended!

they all warned you. not to fall for an nfl player. that they weren't good, they were bad news. but did you listen? no.

so here you were, heartbroken over the same man they warned you about, joe burrow. the guy who everyone liked. the man who was arguably the best quarterback in the game.

every woman fell for him, including you. how could you be so stupid? so naive to believe the lies he told you? not listening to those people around you?

you knew he was trouble, deep down you knew that. and still, you fell for his games anyway. the games that every female fell for.

you were sitting on your bed with tears streaming down your face. and the phone in your lap. as you found out joe had been seeing other women.

it wasn't just one though. it was many others. many others who fell for the same damn shit that he said. joe promised you, he'd always be loyal. it didn't seem like that now.

what were you gonna do? he was away for a game. coming home today. you knew he was trouble, yet fell for him anyway.

your mind went back to when the both of you met. that night. joe had found you, standing on a balcony alone at an NFL party.

————

"all alone?"

you looked over at the voice, immediately recognizing it was joe burrow. you didn't understand why he was talking to you? of all people.

"yeah." you laughed "i hate parties. my dad dragged me here." that's right, your dad. he was an ex nfl player and now a senior reporter.

"well wanna go somewhere else?"

what? joe burrow wanted you to go with him. your mind was spinning. part of you told you not to go. that he was trouble. but you ignored it. it was joe burrow after all.

"but you're supposed to be here."

joe shrugged "i'm already done with my interviews and speech. they can handle things without me.. so what do you say?"

"alright burrow."

joe's lips curved into a smile and put out his hand for you to take. which you did, as he led you out of the party and into his car.

"i didn't get your name." joe mentioned starting his car and driving out of the parking lot.

“y/n”

joe nodded "beautiful name." he said looking over at you. his eyes connecting to yours. the comment made you blush.

the music was playing lightly from his playlist on his phone. it became quiet. you could feel his glances on you, especially on your body.

"we are here."

it was a festival, there weren't many people. joe got out and opened your door. taking your hand in his and walking to it.

"so tell me more about yourself."

"well, i'm twenty-three. i work for a local news channel in cincinnati. i have two cats and i love football and baseball."

"you single?"

you stopped in your tracks did joe burrow just ask if you were single?

"yeah, i am."

"great, that means this is our first date right?"

you laughed "yeah i guess it is huh?"

that night you had the most fun in awhile. with joe winning you a stuffed animal and riding on the ferris wheel. where he pulled you into a kiss. your first kiss that you had with him.

it was magical. so magical. he was so sweet that night. making sure you got home safe. you thought all those rumors were fake. you wanted to believe those rumors were fake. joe treated you like a queen that night.

————

you went back when the first time joe had asked you to be his girlfriend. kissing you with all the passion he had. it was like a dream. how the both of you devoted that night to each other. your first time with him. everything.

but maybe a part of you wished you would've said no. or wished you never met him. because you wouldn't be here right now, crying over joe. a man who didn't deserve how great you were.

flashback

it was thursday night. joe was hosting a party and of course, invited you. joe had found you in the crowd and dragged you to be alone.

his arms were wrapped around you. it was just the two of you in silence. until joe spoke up, the words he spoke next made you smile. he finally asked the big question after a month and a half of talking.

"y/n."

"yeah?" you asked looking up at him

"i want you to be my girlfriend. i really like you. and i think you're really special."

you smiled at him "i'd love too."

joe pulled you into a kiss. before the both of you walked upstairs to his room. where the both of you had an amazing night. joe said nothing but loving things to you.

———-

it didn't take long for you to notice red flags though. sometimes he'd like other woman's pictures. sometimes he'd go out to parties and bars and never reply to your texts.

other times? joe would flirt with other women. sometimes in front of you. there were rumors he had another girlfriend. but you shrugged it off, saying the media was lying. they always lie anyway, for clickbait.

and when he flirted with other women? you confronted joe about it. only for him to say you were overreacting and that he was just being friendly. that it happens when your are famous. that he only had eyes for you, and only you.

but of course, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. believing him when you shouldn't of. people say you will do crazy things for love. that you would believe anything for love. they were right.

how could you ignore the signs? after all this time now? after every lie?

a knock at your door broke your thoughts. you wiped your tears and got up, it was joe. of course it was, you told him he could come over as soon as he got back.

you unlocked the door looking up at him. maybe it wasn't evident that you were crying, but something was up. joe didn't ask though, instead pulling you into a kiss.

it turned into a make out session but you stopped joe before he tried to take your shirt off. you lightly pushed him off. joe was annoyed.

"what's wrong with you?"

a laugh escapes your lips "what's wrong with me? i don't know joe. maybe it was the fact that you were caught with a different woman?"

it didn't faze him, not at all. the news you found out. he said nothing. you thought he'd deny it or apologize. but he didn't, which made you hurt more.

"so you're not going to say anything?"

"come on y/n you really thought you were special?" joe laughed looking down at you with a smirk on his face. did those words just come out of his mouth?

"what..."

"you really are dumb huh? you're so naive it's crazy. you really thought you were special? or that i loved you? well sorry to let you down but i don't."

"you're an asshole!" you yell with tears streaming down your cheeks.

joe rolled his eyes "your crying? over the truth?"

"gosh, you woman could be so sensitive today. i'm leaving. let me know if you ever want me back, they always do."

"get the hell out of my house."

joe left. leaving you all alone. all the things he said? it was torture. the man who you fell for was a complete asshole.

but again, they warned you. part of you knew he was trouble. yet you still fell.

and now you were blaming yourself. blaming yourself for being in this position.

that was the last time you saw joe. blocking him on everything. hating to see him succeed. going to the playoffs and all the women who were drooling over him. if only they knew who he truly was.

if only.

#nfl imagines #joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagines #joe burrow x reader #music imagines #football #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #Spotify

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jellyjellyfish · 10 months

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Kamisato ayato x reader angst

"Have you've heard that the yashiro comisioner cheats on his girlfriend publicly even she knows ! " a man said.

"Yeah I've heard of it wow the comisioner girlfriend must look horrible! " you heard the two man spoke the "girlfriend" of the comisioner was you...

You know for a fact he cheats on you but you keep being loyal to him no matter what...you can't help it once you Love someone you keep on caring for them no matter what.

Everyday there will be a gorgeous women going to ayato's cambers and having "love" with him while you on the other hand never kissed or even hugged. It's not that your ugly or anything but he never liked you when you confesed to him he just sees you as a new toy to play.

Until one day you Were on a walk in the forest you met ayato and his "darling" you saw them they saw you ayato gave you a cold look as cold as snechnaya.

And then you heard him say...

"Kill her... Now! "

Those were the last words you hear ayato telling the Shumatsuban to kill you.

And at that very moment your throat you were coughing blood you weren't given a fast death that won't hurt you Were given the painful one after the Shumatsuban left they kissed a tear left your eye.

"Sometimes people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes huh... Ayato. "

You remembered a memory the day you confess to him the day you became his toy.

"I like you.. You're really amazing i adore you so please would you be so kind to fall in love with me?.."

When he accepted it you Were happy but....his smile wasn't a smile of happiness it was a smirk.

A person i know once said

"People who loves you hides it and for people who doesn't they play pretends and create beautiful lies. "

Telling a lie is simple and easy but telling a truth is hard.

People hide under their masks you never know how they really are inside.

People who looks like an optimist may be sufferring.

People who say they are sufferring may be faking.

But no matter who we are we all have at least said more than one lie to just to please others.

#genshin impact #genshin ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x fem!reader #ayato angst #genshin angst #genshin fanfic #writers block #new writer boost #would you be so kind

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slutisnotabadword · 6 months

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Elena’s not the best character on the show, but she’s definitely not the worst. And honestly, I’m so sick n tired of everyone blaming this girl for EVERYTHING.

Elena did not kill Grams. Damon’s indirectly responsible for Grams’ death.

Elena did not—i repeated DID NOT—ask for anyone to risk their lives to save her. Everyone in that damn show CHOSE to risk their lives for that girl. Even after she stated multiple times, “I don’t want anyone risking their lives just to save me”. Matter of fact, homegirl tried to sacrifice herself so Klaus/Elijah wouldn’t come after her friends. Bonnie CHOSE to sacrifice herself for Elena. Stefan CHOSE to sacrifice himself for Elena. Damon CHOSE. Matt CHOSE. Caroline CHOSE. Tyler CHOSE. EVERYONE MADE THE CHOICE. Stop blaming that girl for other people’s choices. I’m sick of it.

And for the love of all things good, stop saying ‘Elena didn’t deserve Stefan’ and ‘Elena did Stefan so dirty’. HUH???

Elena did nothing to that boy. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Elena did everything in her power to stay close to Stefan, save Stefan and be LOYAL to Stefan. Elena never flirted purposefully with Damon, even if she was tempted to. The only times she’s ever kissed Damon was when her and Stefan weren’t together. From Season 1-3, Elena was Damon’s FRIEND. She became his fucking FRIEND. And don’t come here talking about, “oh but she kissed Damon when he had the werewolf venom.” Homegirl thought that boy was DYING. Damon had like a few minutes to live, please stop it.

The only person that was responsible for “ruining” Stelena’s relationship is STEFAN. Not Damon, not Elena—STEFAN. I don’t wanna hear “oh, Damon stole Elena from him”. No. No he didn’t. First of all, Elena isn’t anyone’s to ‘steal’. Stop trying to own women, that girl doesn’t belong to ANYONE but herself. And one thing Elena has proven to do, is to make her own choices. After she died on that damn bridge and got turned, she CHOSE Stefan right after. But if you don’t believe me yet, let me shine a few lights on why Stefan ruined their relationship.

“I lost you the day I left town with him (Klaus).” BOOM. There it is. That quote is enough to tell you when their relationship truly ended. And when Stefan almost ran ol’ girl off the bridge?? THE SAME BRIDGE HER PARENTS DIED OFF OF??? Yeah, their relationship was dead after that shit. Stefan had the opportunity to mend that shit after Elena chose him, but no, he tried to change and control Elena as a vampire. He tried to maintain ‘human Elena’, instead of accepting her as ‘vampire Elena’.

And don’t blame Damon for their breakup either.

Did Damon have the right to flirt or express his love for his brother’s girlfriend? No.

But did he steal her? NO.

Looking back, Damon didn’t really do shit to “steal Elena”. Yeah, he flirted with her, but Damon flirts with everything with a pulse. That’s his nature. If anything, Damon tried to keep Stelena together. Especially looking for Stefan after he disappeared with Klaus. Giving Elena’s necklace back, the one thing that kept her hope for Stefan’s return. Telling Elena the truth about why Stefan let Klaus live, and let Klaus kill his father (because Damon would die if he killed Klaus himself).

In conclusion to this slightly angry rant, stop blaming Elena for shit she either had no control over, and other people’s choices.

#This is not even opinion anymore #this is just fact #tvd #the vampire diaries #tvd opinions #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore

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lewisthot · 2 years

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nobody

summary: lewis's PR team tells her she’s not the best fit for him so she breaks up with him and he finds out rating: 18+ pairing: lewis hamilton x reader words: 2.1k a/n: this was a request by @bubble-gum-strawberry i got a little carried away with it but let me know if you like it!

you guys had been dating for six months at this point, all was going well you’d met his family and closest friends and they adored you but his PR team not so much. you were nobody but you didn’t have the cleanest social media, you didn’t care you spoke your mind and you’d always stand behind everything you said. lewis had no issue with it he liked you were passionate but when you were spotted with him a few too many times, once your identity was revealed it became an issue.

his PR team didn’t think you were good for his image, you were too much of a wild card. his publicist always found a way to make a snide comment when lewis wasn’t around, at first you ignored it but then you thought to yourself how dare they!

‘you know you don’t need to post a half-naked photo every time you use a sauna’

you rolled your eyes, your bikini pics in the sauna were something you never gave a second thought to.

‘and i suppose it’s perfectly apropos for lewis to post shirtless selfies at the gym?’

it was frustrating dealing with the judgement over everything you posted from selfies to political opinions, there was nothing that wasn’t an issue but then you really got in trouble when you replied to an annoying ‘fan’.

‘you can’t speak to lewis’s fans like that!’

‘idc he’s fans shouldn’t speak to me like that’

‘this isn’t a good look for him, you’re not a good look for him. just save yourself the embarrassment and break up with him already before he gets bored anyways’

‘fuck you’

you were seething, speechless. you didn’t know how to respond but they weren’t wrong. he was a player, he’d been pictured with numerous women god knows how many there were he wasn’t pictured with. you never thought too much into it he treated you so well, but maybe that’s why you never told lewis about his disrespectful PR team because a little part of you believed this was all too good to be true.

it had been a week since the blow-up with his publicist and you were spiralling, you had a tendency to overthink and it didn’t help you hadn’t communicated any of your concerns and issues with lewis. he could sense something was up but he figured he should wait for you to come to him when you were ready but after a week he couldn’t stand how distant you’d seem.

‘y/n is everything okay?’

‘yeah, why?’

‘idk you’ve seemed off this past week’

‘lewis i’m fine, just tired is all’

you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss as you cuddled up on the sofa. you felt bad lying but you couldn’t tell him the truth. he wasn’t buying it though.

‘no it’s more than that, tell me the truth’

‘there’s nothing to tell, drop it’

‘you’re not a very good liar’

you were getting worked up now, you pulled away from him angry and annoyed. it was his fault you were like this, well maybe not his but his team. you were far more confident than this but ever since you started dating lewis it has started to wane, your stomach was in knots half the time you were with him in public stressed you were gonna say or do something wrong. you didn’t realise how much the publicists' words had gotten to you at this point. you couldn’t do this anymore.

‘i think we should break up’

‘wtf!?’

you got up trying to escape, you didn’t know what else to say. he grabbed your arm, he needed an explanation.

‘why!?’

‘lewis we’re too different, you’re travelling all over the world whilst i’m stuck here. how do i even know if you’ve been loyal to me. athletes are the biggest whores, they’ll get married whilst having a girlfriend in every other city! maybe i’m just your city/name gf??’

he let go of your arm taken aback at your harsh words.

‘so you don’t trust me’

‘i’ve never trusted you, i just can’t ignore it any more’

you don’t know why you said that, you didn’t mean it and it was way too harsh. you could tell that cut deep the pain in lewis's eyes, you wanted to cry. he was frozen, he couldn’t believe you didn’t trust him at all. he thought you were the love of his life sure it’d only been six months but he was so sure, he’s never felt this way before. you grabbed your bag and coat, leaving without a goodbye as soon as you left you couldn’t stop crying, what had i done you thought. he was the love of your life and you’d burnt it to the ground.

weeks had passed and you were both miserable, lewis had a secret insta account he’d watch your stories from and seeing you out partying every other week was killing him. how could she have moved on so quickly he wondered? you did what you knew best distract yourself with alcohol and music, you went out constantly to keep yourself occupied because you knew if you didn’t you’d be at home crying over the biggest mistakes you’d made.

you couldn’t stop checking his instagram, his friends, the gossip sites you were a glutton for punishment. you put yourself into this predicament and now you were trying to find out if he had moved on already, why torture yourself like this? you couldn’t help yourself.

lewis pr team were happy at first, good riddance they thought but they didn’t account for lewis’s behaviour post-breakup. he wouldn’t do anything, he practically became a shut-in only seen in public for work media obligations and nothing more. the many high-profile invitations to galas and events ignored.

‘he needs to stop moping around over that silly girl’

‘he can’t miss the gala for her’

‘what does he even see in her? he’s dated singers and models’

‘at least she listened to you and broke up with him, she had the common sense to realise they were incompatible’

he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, lewis had a meeting with his PR team. he had turned up early to the office but before he could announce his arrival he heard this nonsensical crap. he was livid, they were the reason you’d dump him? did that mean you’d made it all up about not trusting him? or did they fill your heads with bullshit to make you not trust him? he needed to see you immediately but not before firing his PR.

‘how dare you speak about y/n like that!’

they all turned to him shocked and embarrassed, stuttering and tripping over their own words to explain themselves.

‘i don’t wanna hear it, you’re fired’

he stormed out and raced over to yours, he needed answers now. he rang your doorbell nervously, what if you didn’t even bother to let him up.

‘hello?’

‘y/n it’s me lewis let me in’

‘what are you doing here’

‘i know what my publicists have been saying behind my back, can we talk?’

you sighed, buzzing him up. you didn’t wanna do this but he knew you couldn’t deny it. you quickly ran to the bathroom to freshen up, you looked rough the partying taking its toll. you heard a bang on your door, you were scared no clue how this would turn out. opening the door you both stood there silent, neither one of you knew what to say it was incredibly awkward.

‘come in’ he walked in nervous now, what if it was a coincidence that his PR team were assholes and you broke up with him because you wanted to. he felt like an idiot now, making such an assumption but he so badly needed it to be true, he needed you back.

‘do you really not trust me?’

‘no, i always trusted you’

‘so when you broke up with me, was it because of my PR team?

‘kinda, they never said dump him just reminding me constantly how much of a nuisance i was’

he sighed angrily at the fact they had hurt you but also angry at you for never telling him.

‘why didn’t you tell me?’

‘at first i didn’t care what they thought of me, it seemed irrelevant but before i realised j started to believe them and they were right i am a nobody so why wouldn’t you get bored?’

your eyes were full of tears, your chest tight going over all of this was hard. you were fidgeting with your arms unable too look at lewis. he grabbed your chin and pulled your face up forcing you to look at him.

‘baby you’re not a nobody, you’re the most interesting and beautiful women i’ve ever met. i wish you’d told me what had happened instead of running away. i love you’

you started to cry now, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. he hated seeing you like this, wiping away the tears he pulled you in for a hug.

‘i’m sorry lewis, it was all too much.’

‘speak to me next time, we’ll never last if we can’t communicate and you don’t have to worry about my pr team they’re fired. which i would’ve done if you’d told me y/n’

‘i love you so much lewis’

you shouldn’t be surprised at what lewis had done, he was a deeply caring man of course he would protect you from anyone who would hurt you. you were mad at yourself for ever questioning that.

he held you stroking your hair, he leaned down pausing at your lips waiting for you to come to him and you did. you kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around him, oh how you missed those lips. he pressed you into the wall as the kiss deepened his hands roaming across your body, he needed you. he pulled away from your lips catching his breath he pulled your shirt off only to find you in nothing but panties, he groaned at the sight. he dived back in attacking your neck with kisses before he grabbed your ass, your sign to straddle him you wrapped your legs around him right. he didn’t get far, only to the sofa before he fell back with you on top of him. you were both so needy for one another, he pulled off his shirt and you lifted slightly to pull his cock out of his trousers, before you had the chance to sink down on his cock he flipped you onto the sofa.

‘i miss the taste of your pussy’

he ripped off your panties to devour your already soaked pussy, grabbing your breast he pinched our nipples he loved playing with your breasts. you wrapped your legs around him, gyrating your hips against his glorious mouth you were so close already.

‘fuck lewis i’ve missed you’

‘good cos your pussy is mine and i’m gonna remind you that no one will ever make you feel this good’

he looked up at you with a smirk, as he pressed two fingers into your aching hole whilst thumbing your clit. his words sent a chill down your spine, you love how possessive lewis sound. it turned you on even more but before you could reach your fast approaching climax he stopped. you whined and pouted but he stuck his fingers in your mouth making you suck yourself clean.

‘i want you to cum around my cock, baby’

you perked up at that eager for him to fill you up, he stroked his hard cock running it along your soaked folds. you moaned biting your lips.

‘fuck me lewis’

he chuckled at your begging, opening your legs wide he slammed into your pussy.

‘you miss my cock baby?’

you cried out in pleasure, nodding your head.

‘use your words baby’

‘yes yes yes…’

you chanted the words, rolling your hips against him you grabbed his face kissing him roughly and passionately. your bodies were in sync with every thrust, filling the apartment with your cries and moans. you were both so close, your body tense and lewis’s thrusts sloppy.

‘i’m gonna cum lewis’

‘let go for me baby’

and that you did. you cried out as you reached your climax, lewis held your hips down as your body shook. your pussy clenching around his cock drove him to the edge, he let out a loud groan as he came deep inside you and collapsed on top of you. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him gently.

‘so are we back together now?’

he chuckled, ‘was me not fucking you and telling you your pussy is mine not obvious? you’re mine and i’m never letting you go again’

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton drabble #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton headcanon #f1 fanfic #f1 smut

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tinyluminaryzombie · 18 days

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Graceless

@jilymicrofics | May Prompt #7 - Seething | 686 words tw: mentions of violence and blood (not gorry/extreme) Read on AO3

Lily kept replaying the scene. Time was fuzzy but she remembered every detail of when Severus's pack of wannabe death eaters cornered her.

It was stupid, walking all alone in deserted hallways. She had just finished her head girl duties and she had convinced James to leave early after he was about to chug another black tea just to stay awake. Quidditch schedules weren’t for the weak.

Lily thought she’d be fine. Ultimately, she supposed she was fine. At least, she was alive. Minutes ago, she arrived in the common room seething, tears from her eyes and blood from her hands mixing on her face.

Stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying! echoed in Lily’s head. Crying would be her admission of weakness, her final surrender. She didn’t know what made her weaker: being paralyzed by Severus’s violent betrayal or disgusted by her acts of self-defense.

It had started with a gasp. A portrait clutched her chest, looking ill. As Lily opened her mouth, ready to whip her head around, the portrait fearfully shook her head in warning. She kept walking, relying on the portraits’s reactions and the frames’ reflections. It quickly became clear. Four masked figures were following her. Lily was outnumbered. She kept walking as long as she could, whispering protective charms. There was no way to attack all four at once without putting the whole castle in danger. She was trapped.

“Lily! Lily!” a voice called out.

She blinked twice, reminding herself she was back in the common room, sitting on the gold rug, feeling the cold stone on her back, smelling honey and lemon. She was safe, for now. James came into focus.

“Lily,” he said again. This time, it felt more like a deep whine. She hummed hallowly. “Oh my god. Where are you bleeding? Shit, shit, shit. Lily, we need to get you help, right now.”

“It’s not my blood,” Lily said, looking at golden threads instead of warm eyes. She held her hands up. “It’s not mine.” She crumpled into James’s arms, her head in his chest. She balled her hands up tight fists behind his back.

“I’m here. I’m here. I love you. I love you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” James whispered through her hair.

“He hesitated. I didn’t.” Lily said.

“What do you mean?”

Lily let out a shaky laugh. “Severus, he hesitated. Three of his death eater friends pushed him to the front and ripped his mask off. Told him to do his worst. Sev–Severus grabbed my arm and then froze. I yelled one of the blood curses that we were banned from learning in class. As soon as it hit, I yanked my arm away and ran.”

She heard James sniffle.

“So it’s Severus’s?”

She nodded. “James?” He needed to understand.

“Yeah?"

“I just used one of the vindictive and painful curses on someone who I used to call my best friend.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, Lil.” He head, holding her tighter.

“But– but how can you still hold me? How can you still love me? You’re the most loyal person I know. You would never purposely hurt a friend. You’d never use a spell half as bad on them. And your girlfriend just–,” she paused, not wanting to say it again. “I just did that! ” Lily started sobbing again.

James tried to brush her tears away, his thumb damp from his own.

“Lily, I have never been more grateful that you’re the top student. I have never been more grateful for vindictive and painful curses. I have never been more grateful that you’re alive .” She feels his lips on her head. “The boys would never hurt me—or you—like that. But he doesn’t understand loyalty, doesn’t warrant loyalty. Just because he hesitated doesn’t mean he deserves your mercy. That goddamn graceless asshole doesn’t deserve your grace.”

James kissed her temple. “I love you, I love you.” Lily continued to cry as he whispered to her. She reached over to squeeze his hand. I love you. I love you , she thought.

Maybe together, they could get through this.

#jily #jily microfic #jilymicrofic #my jily fic #my fic #lily evans #james potter #jily angst #tw blood #tw violence #hp #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #jilymicrofics

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huggybug · 2 years

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I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you write something with twin sister of quinn and trevor, he has liked you for a while, older female, always see each other at the lake house, obvs that he has a crush/in love with you for years, he doesn’t try to hid it, maybe you give him a chance this year in mich? xx

when i first read this, all i could think of was does your mother know from mamma mia.. so yeah that’s where i was kinda going lol

“You’re going to send that poor boy into an early grave” You laughed when your mom shook her head at Trevor who was completely ignoring Jack and instead staring at you.

“I’m not even doing anything!” Trevor had developed a crush on you over the past few months. Whenever you came home from school, he was always around. He was a nice kid and it was obvious that he liked you but the problem was that he was way too young. Two years wasn’t insane but when he’s only 16 and you were a first year college student, it was huge.

“Y/n can you please leave?” Jack asked, coming into the kitchen. You look at your mom who looks just as confused as you.

“Excuse me?” You ask.

Jack sighs, “Trevor is like obsessed with you but we have a project to finish and we can’t do that if you’re here for him to look at” You and your mom burst out laughing which made Jack cross his arms over his chest. He was already frustrated enough that they had to do this stupid project and now his best friend was too busy staring at you for them to get any work done.

“C’mon sweetie, let’s go to the mall for a bit” You nod, grabbing your phone and following your mom to the front door.

You pause at the living room, looking in to see Trevor and Alex talking about something. “Good luck with the project boys!” You wave before turning away quickly, not wanting Jack to yell at you for distracting Trevor even more.

You were already gone by the time your younger brother got back to find Trevor with flushed cheeks and Alex laughing at him. “Dude, it’s never going to happen get over it”

Every time you’ve seen Trevor since, it has gone fairly similar. As he got older, he tried talking to you more and after a few summers at the lake house, you two became friends but his crush never went away. With your new friendship, Trevor was more confident around you and instead of blushing every time you spoke to him, he started to really lay into the flirting. You thought it was funny and you really liked how much it bothered Jack.

All their friends gave Trevor shit for it but he never relented. The flirting was never too much, it was usually easy enough to laugh it off but Trevor was on a mission this summer.

“Anyone want a drink?” Trevor offered, coming out of the house with a few cans in his hand. You shielded your eyes as you sat up in your lounge chair, twisting around to look at Trevor. He looked good this summer, definitely much older and... stronger than last year.

“Are you even old enough to have alcohol?” You teased as you held out a hand which he quickly placed a truly into.

Trevor scoffed, “I’m 21 Y/n” He said it like you didn’t know. As if you weren’t aware that he was the same age as your little brother.

“So old enough to drink but not to date? Something’s not adding up” Cole laughed and Trevor glared at him. That was another thing, Trevor hadn’t had a girlfriend for years. You weren’t sure why exactly, all you knew was that the boys loved to tease him for ‘waiting around for you’. Personally, you didn’t believe he had stayed ‘loyal’ to you but you never said anything, it wasn’t like you cared.

“Isn’t the whole ‘NHL player thing’ kind of an easy way to find a girlfriend?” Luke asked and you looked at him, kicking him discreetly because that’s not a very nice thing to say.

“How’s your girlfriend Hughesy?” Trevor fired back and Luke pulled a face.

“Not in the NHL yet”

“Yeah and when you are you’ll get all the girls right?” You ask your youngest brother who rolls his eyes at you.

“Woah is Y/n... defending Trev?” Alex asked and you were internally fighting the blush that was threatening to appear.

“My time has finally come boys!” Trevor drops down onto your chair and you laugh.

“You wish Z”

...

“Come on, just give me a shot” Trevor’s arm was draped over your shoulders and you laughed lightly. You were talking to Quinn about something when Trevor drunkenly made his way over, effectively interrupting the conversation.

“How long has this been going on?” Quinn asks.

“Five years” Trevor says emphatically, “Just one date babe, it’s all I want”

“I’d never live it down if I went out with you Trev” Jack would never let you hear the end of it. Even if it was just one date, you went out with Trevor and that was apparently hilarious for him to even imagine.

Trevor pouted, “It’d totally be worth it”

...

As the days went on and more and more started to be spent with Trevor, you found yourself coming around to the idea of possibly entertaining a date with him.

The things you used to find silly like him fighting to be on your team for beer pong, was now cute. When he sat next to you at dinner instead of Cole, it was sweet. Over the summer, Trevor Zegras grew on you but you weren’t going to cave just to parade it around your friends at the lake house… maybe you’d just have to take a trip to Anaheim this fall.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes happy all star break😁

_alexturcotte oh my god he finally did it

trevorzegras secrets out..

y/nhughes it was a peaceful 3 months :(

lhughes_06 3 MONTHS??

jackhughes i can’t even be mad… i’m in shock

mattboldy he did the impossible

trevorzegras thanks for the support

patrickmoynihan_ i knew you could do it bud!

quinnhughes_ is this a joke??

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras how you get the girl

y/nhughes 💗

jackhughes how you get the girl… in 5 years

trevorzegras working on my long game

colecaufield i still can’t believe this

mbeniers10 i’m impressed by the dedication

trevorzegras hard work pays off baby

#lake house day!#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #anaheim ducks

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lizzie-queenofmeigas · 8 days

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Caroline became a bit more tolerable after she became a vampire but emphasise on bit. She’s the type of girl I specifically choose to avoid in real life when it comes to friendships. She’s wildly insecure and jealous of her best friends, she is only loyal to men and her romantic interests and is incredibly insensitive, resentful, selfish and tone death to others but demands a high level of respect from everyone around her (she’s basically the Alicent of TVD) . She puts herself on a pedestal. It’s almost as if she’s in constant competition with Elena which we know that she is as she has made multiple snide bitchy comments about her. Someone who is your best friend shouldn’t be speaking about you like that. She’s just very intolerable and unlikeable for me as she’s just a walking pick me and she gives me PTSD to a few mean girl friendships I’ve encountered in my life. When they pretend that they’re your friend but envy you secretly and think you don’t deserve your academic sucess, your well-paid & exciting job, your hot boyfriend, etc . I never understood why all the men loved her but then again men do love doormats and Caroline will slut-shame other women and throw anyone under the bus for a man so she’s the perfect choice!

People keep going on about how Caroline had this amazing character development when she really didn't change that much. I think she just stopped saying absolutely everything out loud, but she reverted back to that in season 4 onwards. She is the kind of person I couldn't come close to without getting mad at her comments and energy.

She also not a very good friend to Elena and Bonnie. Like yeah, she cares about them and loves them, but she doesn't really care about their feelings or opinions if they aren't the same as hers. And I would understand if she simply wasn't good with feelings and misread signals (happens to me) but it's not that, Caroline is simply very selfish in that regard. She also doesn't respect their boundaries even though they tell her things plainly.

She was not a very loyal girlfriend to Tyler either. Klaus killed his mother and kick him out of town (gotta love his crimes) and in a couple of weeks later Caroline was being all friendly with him going to his house to ask him for favours. There isn't a lot of loyalty there.

I agree, Caroline is like the Alicent of TVD.

#tvd #the vampire diaries #anti caroline forbes #tvd meta

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hoodievixen · 2 years

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The Voice of God [Steven Grant/Mark Spector x Priestess!OC] Part 1

Summary: Steven and Godeleve thought they finally found some normalcy with each other. Little did they know they would drag each other further into the mysteries ands secrets in their lives. (Godeleve can see and talk to Gods - mainly the Greek kind)

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Fluff, establish relationship, bad use of English slang (maybe), author has forgotten what a normal conversation is after the end of the world, no beta we die like men

A/N: If you’ve seen the posts pertaining to this OC, know that those are sorta sperate from the story. Also this is the fist fic I’m posting on tumblr, so wish me luck.

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Steven wasn't sure how he got into this situation. Not only was he being brought back into the archives of the museum, somewhere he always wanted to go, but didn't have the ability to. But his hand was being held by the most beautiful woman he's ever known. It was but a few months ago that she accidentally ran into him. Over that time they became friends and were now dating. Steven wanted to be official to be able to call Godeleve his girlfriend, but he was scared he'd be moving too fast.

He glanced over at Godeleve. Her eyes shine in the darkness. His gaze slipped down to her lips, where they were moving as if she was speaking under her breath, but no words came out. Something he's noticed she does a lot.

"You don't need to do this," Steven told her as they passed through the third staff-only door, the first that needed a passcode.

Godeleve pouted and gave him a glare. "But I want to," she told him, already approaching the fourth door. "There is so much stuff back here that is probably never going to be shown. And if anyone is ever going to appreciate them, I know it's going to be you."

There was a small buzz before Godeleve pushed open the door. She held it open for Steven to pass through. He could already see some of the larger artifacts, which were items he never thought he'd see. "Remember, don't touch anything, if you want to see something closer, just tell me and I'll get it," she reminded him as she handed him the PPE of rubber gloves and a mask. One shouldn't get too close to many of the artifacts without such equipment.

With the protection and rules in place, Steven was set free to the Egyptian Artifact archives. Godeleve followed behind him, at a much slower pace than his frantic hopping from place to place. He would start telling her about one artifact before getting distracted and moving to another.

Godeleve just watch him, a smirk on her face, though it was hidden by her mask.

"I don't get it," the figure floating over Godeleve's shoulder commented. "What do you see in him? He's sort of weird..."

Godeleve sighed. While many people would have worshiped these things she could see, but after a whole life with them around, she found them similar to family. Specifically, the annoying kind. "Yeah, he's not like the guys you would go after," Godeleve commented under her breath. It was loud enough for a God to hear though. "I can thank you for that, can't I Aphrodite?"

With her power of being able to see God and other entities comes another power. The downside of it. God can abandon memories onto her. Never are they good ones. So many assaults and rapes and fears of immortals were dumped into her head. No one could blame her for being frightened of the average man, even if she was just stereotyping them out of fear. With a too harsh glare and a stern voice, she'd never want to be around them again.

But Steven wasn't like that. He was warm and soft.

"I think at least all who were ever female-presenting have abandoned a memory like that on you, it's not just me," the Goddess of love pointed out. "And I've been trying to branch out recently."

"I'm just saying you can't judge me, I've finally found someone I'm not frightened of," Godeleve pointed out, "And that effort is not working well. Maybe actually be loyal to your husband instead of confusing humans by dating your son."

"Dele?" Steven called out to her, seeing how she stopped following him. "Everything alright?"

"Of course," she answered, her smile returning to her voice. "Just seeing you this happy makes me happy."

"But does he do anything for you?" Aphrodite whispered in her ear.

"Come look at this," Steve told her, grabbing into her hand and pulling her into the maze of artifacts.

Godeleve let out a little laugh. "I've seen everything in here," she reminded him. She had been transferred to help the other conservator as they went through the entirety of the Egyptian collection. Godeleve actually worked in the Greek collection.

"How long has it been now?" Aphrodite continued to edge her on "You initiated friendship, asked him out on the first date, and you've been hinting at coming over to his place. Yet what has he done? Accepted your gifts and affection. Anything in return?"

Godeleve just ignored her staring at their connected hands. Aphrodite may be the Goddess of love, but she was ignorant. Steven was shy and timid. He wasn't one for grand gestures. Yes, Godeleve did a lot for him, but that's who she was. Steven was hand holding and loving looks. Quality time, and shared laughs. She didn't need grand gestures or acts of devotion. Godeleve just needed this, him by her side.

He came up to one of the papyri that needed to be resealed. Luckily there had been minimal damage to it from the poor preservation. "This papyrus tells of the creation of the universe," Steven explained, hand hovering over the document.

Steven went on to explain the myth. Of how the good Khepera used magic, or Maat to create the world, and how his eye became the sun. Godeleve just stayed quiet and continued on. She would have felt bad stopping him.

He was almost done before looking up to Godeleve, just seeing her watching him. He's learned how to tell if he's talking about something she knows but doesn't want to interrupt him. She would stand their eyes gently, and with a soft smile on her face. Though her smile was currently covered, her eyes held the look. "Sorry," he apologized, stepping back from the table. "You know all that already."

"I like being refreshed," she assured him, "So many myths in my head, hard to keep them all straight."

Steven wasn't sure what to do when she does that. Her little white lies she tells to make him happy. They did at the beginning, but now that he's figured out her lies, they made him uncomfortable. "You can just tell me to stop, no need to lie," he reminded her, clenching his hands behind his back.

Godeleve softly shook her head. Some of her bangs fell out from being tucked behind her ear. "But I love it when you're talking about something you love," she told him, "You're so passionate when you do."

"After so long, it must be annoying," Steven pointed out.

Godeleve softly laughed, "I've yet to reach that point. But I assure you, once I do, I will let you know. Now, would you like to see the rest of this document?" She was already stepping over to the stack of drawers to retrieve it. She returned with another papyrus sheet. Steven stepped away letting her set it down on the table.

Steven, excited to see the other docent was quick to look over Godeleve's shoulder. He even started reading it to her, explaining the language as he went. What was once a step away, had become practically pushed up agonist her as he was enraptured with the artifact. His face was now hovering near her own and his arms wear leaning on the table, effectively blocking her in.

The two turned their heads to look at one another. Neither moved or flinched away. There they stood, noses just about touching, staring into each other's eyes. "Do you..." Steven started, his gaze slipped down to where her lips were, but there was the medical mask instead. Steven stepped back, pulling his arms to his chest. "Sorry."

"Those damn masks," Aphrodite complained.

"It's fine," Godeleve was quick to answer, gaze turning to the floor. She bashfully looked at Steven. "But what were you going to ask?"

"I..." Steven tried not to show he was freaking out. "What I wanted to ask was? I wanted to see if you... Wanted to.... go out for dinner. Yeah, dinner. There this falafel place, just a few blocks."

"I..." Godeleve started, not wanting to leave him waiting. "I'd love to, but shouldn't you go home to sleep? Hasn't it been hard for you recently?"

"I would go a hundred nights without sleep if it meant I got to spend one evening with you," Steven boldly commented.

"Alright lover boy," Godeleve laughed. "But please, try to get some sleep tonight."

Steven smiled and nodded. A lie. And both of them knew it.

Godeleve softly shook her head. "If we're getting dinner, we should head out soon, it was already late, to begin with."

Steven looked up at all the artifacts, barely getting to see them all. "If you would prefer we can still stay," Godeleve told him, "I just don't know how much later restaurants would stay open."

He looked back at Godeleve, the most captivating thing in the room. All the artifacts were there and safe, ready to be studied. He need not disturb it any longer. "Let's pop off then," Steven said, slipping his hand around hers.

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It was always strange seeing the different sides to Godeleve. Around Steven, she was sweet and kind. A bit of a worrywart and scatterbrained, but in a good way. With everyone else, she was rather frightening, at least in Steven's opinion. It was like she was flaring down a blade at them. As if they weren't deserving of her time or attention. Always intimidating others and moldy threatening, but never disrespectful. Of course, if they lost her respect. Donna had it weeks ago. And Godeleve could be quite creative with words.

It was when no one was looking that a new side of her would come out. She was quiet, deep in thought. Her gaze filtered back and forth. She would keep her spine straight, and often times her hands would clench. Godeleve would walk with a purpose, even if there was none. It was in her eyes and the expression she tried to hide that gave her away. She was frightened. Her gaze would latch onto the closest person, watching their every movement. Like a stray cat, or guard dog.

Most often she would get like this in public. Steven always feels bad asking her out somewhere because she was clearly uncomfortable. But he wasn't ready to have her over to his place, nor was she ready to have him over. And talking on the phone wasn't the same.

The two of them stood in line next to each other. Steven could hear the faint clicking sound of her nervous habit. Godeleve's nails were grown out, and she'd flick them together. As well as pick and bite at them if the moment occurred. He noticed her gaze glued on an older man standing near the counter.

Steven took a step closer to her and slipped his hand into hers, to get her to stop it with her nails. "Do you know what you want?" he asked her quietly, tho loud enough to hear over the crowd. It was always best to send Godeleve's mind on another quest instead of lingering in its thoughts.

Steven softly laughed at how noticeable her gaze moved to look at the menu. There were only two more groups ahead of them, so it wasn't likely she was going to make a decision in time. We'll even if she had more time it wasn't like she would be able to make a decision. Godeleve's indecisiveness and love of food make restaurants rather hard for her. "Like a living hell," she commented on their first true date.

Quicker than expected the two were standing before the ordering counter. "What can I get ya?" the worker too cheery for working the closing shift answered.

Steven noticed Godeleve tense up as she realized she needed to make a decision at that moment. Her hands went up to grip tightly onto her satchel strap, their normal location. "Can we get a Bataka Pita and Chika Pita?" Steven said as he had rehearsed in his head.

With the order placed the two waited in the back of the smaller restaurant for their food. "Thanks," Godeleve told him quietly and leaned into his shoulder.

The physical intimacy beyond holding hands still made Steven flustered, tinting his face with a heavy pink. Still, he leaned into her presence. "Of course, Darling."

#moon knight #moon knight oc #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight x oc #marc spector x reader #marc spector x oc #fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #the voice of god series

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magicalgirlsasuke · 2 years

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tw// sexual assault

i fully support anyone who wants to drop the show bcos of how dark things have gotten this season. i really wasn’t expecting it either and i’ve dropped many shows i’ve loved for including sa. what i’m going on to say is in no way trying to influence anyone to come back who was triggered by it’s inclusion or how things were handled. i’ve just seen a lot of people interpreting things in a way that i personally disagree with.

i’ve seen so many folk on twitter saying that seth was a closeted queer man and that is just so blatantly untrue and deeply homophobic. what seth done to josh was a show of dominance, he was in no way attracted to him, it was an act of sheer violence and torture with the sole purpose of showing josh how powerless he is in comparison.

i’ve also seen folk saying that it was solely included for shock value and i just have to disagree. they didn’t make up something horrific just to make us uncomfortable, they showed us the real darkest aspect of a patriarchal society. sa is something i have a really hard time hearing discussed even on tv so honestly if they pulled punches and decided to use a murder instead it would’ve been a relief to me, but i don’t think including it was out of place when the act itself along with the aftermath clearly showcased the insidious nature of toxic masculinity, which is the purpose of the boy group.

it would’ve been so so easy for the writers to have the characters fall into a half and half split of people who believed josh and people who believed seth, as an easy way of negatively presenting the boy group. but the characters were instead written in a way that was really realistic for modern teenage boys. i often didn’t agree with the characters’ behaviour in the aftermath but i was really impressed with the care taken to flesh things out and how it was utilised to open up discussions and show a different kind of implosion.

i found it so realistic how all the boys offered full support to josh up until he showed trauma reactions. first we see ivan who’s chronically online, get upset that josh isn’t appreciative of his kiddy glove handling of him. then ofc we have all the boys disgusted by josh starting to mimic kirin, even tho it makes absolute perfect sense for him to want to feel as powerful as the one person on the island who’s making him feel safe. josh lashing out at bo was nasty and uncalled for yeah, but no one other than kirin and bo recognised/cared it was a way of josh trying to establish any power he could. it should’ve been called out for sure but the other boys showed a complete lack of compassion by treating it with the same severity as sa.

raf’s reaction absolutely boiled my blood and i still can’t forgive him but it was such an accurate characterisation to include. seth made raf feel like he was seen and special, and as someone who wasn’t used to that type of companionship, he became very loyal to seth. he fully believed in seth right up until he learned that he was lying about his girlfriend (the commonality that seth initially used to bond with him) leading to him finally realising that seth’s friendly personality was all a fabrication. we see that as henry tries to placate raf - telling him that seth could be a nice person sometimes so it was understandable for him to fall for it, that raf doesn’t buy into it at all anymore. we see him fully come to understand that being nice doesn’t make someone trustable bcos abusers will act nice solely as a way of getting you to trust them.

i really didn’t read seth’s backstory as being in anyway sympathetic? with the story that’s being told we need to see what made seth this way bcos he himself is a product of the patriarchy. it isn’t as obvious as it should’ve been made but his need for people to like him is abandonment issues ofc, his need for power is due to him being tossed aside by women. men are raised to see women as a lesser type of person, only serving purpose as mothers and potential partners (even when they’re their friend), so for someone who views women in that way to learn so harshly that they themselves don’t matter to those women?? that they’re below even them?? that’s what resulted in his strong desire to assert dominance over others, especially ones he knows are weaker than him like josh and henry. just to be clear i’m in no way trying to excuse him, what he did is absolutely irredeemable even tho something lead him to become the way he was (i actually felt they gave him a much less drastic backstory than they could’ve for us to be in no way sympathetic). acts of violence are almost always rooted in the maintenance of misogyny within society and this just leads to an ever feeding cycle that can only end with its abolishment.

i hope this in no way sounds preachy or anything, i’ve just read a lot of folk rallying against the writers for including something so homophobic and unnecessary which is just untrue in my opinion??

#the wilds #the wilds spoilers #in comparison to the girls group is so clear how important power is for the boys #other than seth ofc i don’t find any of the boys irredeemable like that total desire to not be seen as weak so be stronger than everyone #is something drilled into boys from a young young age and i truly do think theyd benefit sm from learning to do things the way the girls do #just as i wont forgive them if they try to redeem seth i wont forgive them for not handling josh properly either #it would make perfect sense for josh to become a confederate bcos of his need for power but he better be shown as much sympathy as nora

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ashesandhackles · 1 year

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Tension

Written for @harrypocter Winter Sun fest Week 4 prompt: Cho Chang Summary: Cho meets Ginny Weasley, two years after the Battle of Hogwarts at an unusual place.

The Leaky Cauldron was unrecognisable, decked with Holyhead Harpies banners. The plain wooden tables were draped in velvet green tablecloths fringed with golden tassels. The players were still in their Quidditch uniforms, thronged by supporters and admirers.

Cho steeled herself to battle through the throng to get her drinks. Her work at St. Mungos had been dissatisfying of late, and she wanted to drink the edge off her anxiety. She took a deep breath and approached the crowd, when she felt an arm fall around her shoulders.

“Cho!” Gwenog Jones boomed. “So glad you could make it!”

“Free drinks?” Cho grinned up at her. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

“Uh oh, bad time at work?” Gwenog asked.

“Well, you lot haven’t been visiting,” Cho pouted.

“We’re injury-free at the moment,” Gwenog nodded. “All thanks to you. Maybe you should just be a Quidditch player instead.”

“If the Tutshill Tornadoes have a spot, I will consider it.”

“Traitor,” Gwenog accused. “Ginny was loyal to the Cannons too, but she saw sense.”

“She was loyal to the Cannons?” Cho raised her eyebrows.

“I can feel your judgement, Chang,” Ginny’s dry voice came from behind her.

Cho turned around to find herself face to face with Ginny Weasley. It had been two years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and the last time she saw the girl was at the castle - running past her, throwing jinxes, grieving among the rubble. She was then immortalised on the tabloids as her ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend and later on, as the new Chaser for Holyhead Harpies.

Cho smiled. “Well, you can’t blame me - it’s the Chudley Cannons.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I only supported them because I wanted my brother to think I was cool.”

“Did it work?” Gwenog raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. He kept ditching me, so I betrayed his team,” Ginny shrugged, and then winced.

“Is there a problem?” Cho asked, concerned.

“Oh it’s her throwing arm,” Gwenog told her before Ginny could answer. “She has been having trouble with it lately. Nothing a good rest after the seaso-”

“Gwen!” Ginny hissed, her face reddening. “I’m fine!”

“It’s just Cho,” Gwenog said, completely unbothered. “It’s what she does. Maybe she can have a look at your arm.”

Both the girls gaped at Gwenog, who took a swig from her drink. She wiped her mouth and continued, “I personally think it’s just the toll of the season, and her throwing arm is overused. I’ve told her to train her left for Chasing- but she's a stubborn one.”

Ginny’s face was so red that it matched her hair. Cho was under the impression that Ginny would have fought if it wasn’t a captain of the team she just became a part of.

“Do you mind if I take a look at it?” Cho asked gently.

Ginny looked thrown. “I’m fine!” she insisted.

“Let Cho take a look or you start training your left arm for the rest of the season,” Gwenog said.

Ginny growled. “This is supposed to be a party!”

“I’ll get us drinks,” Cho said, as a peace offering. Cho sidled away, letting the tension roll between Ginny and her captain.

When she handed Ginny a bottle of Butterbeer after ten minutes of struggle at the counter, she noticed Ginny looked sheepish. Gwenog had long been swallowed by a crowd of admirers and was signing autographs at a table.

They clinked their bottles together, and Ginny sighed after a sip, “Would you mind taking a look at my arm?”

“Of course.” Cho placed the bottle on the table beside them, and wrapped her fingers around Ginny’s elbow. Her fingers ran up Ginny’s forearm, to her fingers, and then she shook Ginny’s arm. Ginny drew a sharp breath.

“There is no injury - not yet,” Cho looked at her, her eyes searching Ginny’s face. “But a lot of tension is being held here - it’s your throwing arm, so that’s to be expected, but you need to take care of it a lot more. Do you stretch after each match?”

“I do,” Ginny said.

“Alright,” Cho tilted her head. “Maybe it’s stress then. Or something else you are holding onto.”

“What do you mean?” Ginny asked quietly.

“It means that something is bothering you - and because you are bottling up whatever it is, it is showing up in your body,” Cho said softly. She picked up her bottle, and looked ahead, away from Ginny.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Cho ventured into the long silence that followed.

“Not really,” Ginny sighed. “The person I really want to talk to is working himself to death.”

Cho smiled sympathetically. “Off saving the world? Tailing another Death Eater?”

Ginny gave a sad laugh. “Something like that.”

They drank in silence. As they placed their empty bottles on the bar counter, Ginny asked, “Is there anything else I can do about this?”

“I can give you a breathing pattern that can help with the muscular tension,” Cho offered.

“You are not going to ask me to talk about it?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Thank you,” Ginny said, her voice effusive with feeling.

“But you should talk about it,” Cho said firmly. “To your friends. To him, if you can.”

“When I get to see him,” Ginny smiled ruefully.

“You can always get by with a good cry until then,” Cho grinned.

“Cheers to that.” Ginny handed her another Butterbeer. AO3 here.

My final drabble for the fest, and I have had so much fun coming up with stories for each character <3

#cho chang #ginny weasley #hp fanfic #gwenog jones #harry pocter #winter sun drabbles #winter sun drabble fest

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