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TILL YOU TELL ME TO LEAVE — AERI UCHINAGA X F!READER

if you claimed to have hated aeri uchinaga, why did you find yourself attracted to the way she smiled, or her laugh? it had to be something in the air, there’s no way you had a crush on aeri uchinaga

﹟ GENRE — highschool!au, loser!yn x popular!aeri, aeri was lowk a hater at the start, enemies to lovers (?), mentions of ningselle, fear of losing people, intended lowercase, not proof read 😞

﹟ WORDCOUNT — 1.06k

i’m just gonna stay ‘till you tell me to leave

you hated aeri uchinaga.

it’s not that she ever specifically did anything to you, because she didn’t.

you hated the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear before leaning down to talk to you, or the swarm of people that followed behind her as she told you to finish her work for her.

you hated everything about her, you hated her perfect smile, one that she loved to perceive. maybe it just hadn’t dawned on you yet, but you liked aeri uchinaga.

like really liked her, you often find yourself analysing her, sure it sounds odd but you did it to multiple people. you found yourself smiling at how she would slightly bite her lip each time she was stuck on a question, even if she forced you to finish it majority of the time.

you hated the way she would slightly wrap her arm around ning yizuho’s waist, even if you don't truly understand why. “y/n? are you even listening?” minjeong said, if you had told her you were thinking about aeri she would probably go into cardiac arrest.

minjeong hated aeri, it wasn’t the type of hate where you could walk it off, no. she would probably plan every way to ruin her life, if she could. “hm? yeah, sorry.” you muttered, trying to focus on whatever she was trying to have you do.

minjeong seemed to brush it off, you never really tried to talk to minjeong about your unknown feelings towards aeri, because if you were being honest she was your only friend.

as you went to rewrite something, a swarm of people walked into the room. another thing you hate about aeri was that everyone treated her like a queen, I mean it's just highschool seriously?

you watched as the girl you claimed to hate waved towards you, out of the corner of your eye you could see minjeong clenching her jaw.

“y/nnie! have you finished my bio homework? it was due today..” she said trailing off fake pouting, another thing you hated. “yea, it’s done giselle.” aeri hated it when people called her by her real name, deeming that giselle was the only name that people were allowed to address her by, as if she was someone high and mighty.

she hummed in acknowledgment, taking the paper from your hands. she looked between you and minjeong, subtly eyeing her up and down. “ah, I guess I’ll see you later y/n-ah!” she said, not before winking at you. you hated her, and her stupid ways of being able to make you flustered so easily. she knew it too, she giggled as she waved while walking away.

now, minjeong wasn’t like you. she actually talked to people and went to parties, unlike you who stayed home and preferred to only talk to her.

so when she burst into your room demanding you go to a party with her it left you confused, but of course you wouldn’t say no to her out of fear she may never talk to you again. although you knew she wasn’t like that. “this is so exciting! okay stay right there I’ll go get you something!” she said, practically stumbling over her feet.

she ended up dressing you up in an all too tight black dress, with some accessories you didn’t quite know the names of. of course, minjeong picked you up with her best friend karina which also included her boyfriend.

you waved politely as you got into the car, you didn’t hate the guy honestly. in fact, at one point he ended up being your tutor when you got an insane amount of workload from aeri, which resulted in you almost failing a class. “aeri’s been on my ass about this damn party, can you believe her minjeong?” karina said, throwing her head back in agony, your heart dropped.

aeri was going to be there? who were you kidding? aeri was at practically every highschool party, no offence but if you couldn’t find aeri just go to the nearest party and she would probably be there dancing on yizuho.

another thing you hated, she was always touching ning yizuho, you were never able to shake the weird endless pit in your stomach whenever you saw aeri wrap her arms around ning, or trailing her hands up a little too high— “y/n? we’re here.” karina’s boyfriend said, tapping on you lightly, shaking you out of your thoughts.

you thanked him before stepping out of the car, if you’re being honest you never knew how you became friends with minjeong and not karina. minjeong and karina have been attached to the hip since middle school— or so you heard.

karina wasn’t a bad person, far from it actually. it was just her scary aura that levitated people the other way, although whenever you were with her and minjeong she never seemed scary.

when you entered the house the smell of alcohol invaded your senses, it reeked in there. you didn’t mind the smell of it, you grew up in a more secluded area where a lot of people reeked of alcohol and drugs so it didn’t phase you as much.

somehow as you went from the door to the living room, minjeong disappeared. as you made a mental note to ask her about it later you saw aeri. she was in a tight black dress similar to the one you wore but it had a leg split. your stomach churned as you saw her with her hands all over ning’s, swaying to the song. as you went to turn away your eyes locked.

you froze as you watched her eyes widen ever so slightly, deeming you’ve seen enough you turned away walking through the crowds of people.

you found yourself frantically searching for minjeong’s contact with shaky hands. you pressed it, it rang out, one, you prayed she would answer. two, nothing. three, you started getting worried at this point. four— and suddenly you’re being tugged into a dark room.

you screeched as the person put their hand around your mouth, turning on the lights with their free hand. once the lights were on and they let you go, you dreaded turning around. you already knew who it was, but you had still prayed it was minjeong— or maybe even karina.

“why are you here y/n..?” aeri asked as you turned around to face her, you didn’t directly look her in her eye.

it’s times like these where you notice the difference in height between you and her, she was only a few inches taller than you but in this scenario it made her seem so much taller than you.

you found yourself flushing under her intense stare, fumbling over your own words. what had gotten into you? suddenly the room felt hotter than it did a moment ago. “minjeong asked me to come and I—” you paused, unsure why you were explaining yourself to her in general.

sensing that you weren’t going to finish, she sighed. “you know you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to, right? you can say no to her y/n.” this had shocked you, in a way she made it seem like she was being somewhat protective.

aeri could always read you like an open book, it made you feel like your whole story was something she was reading just for fun. “do you want to leave?” you froze, more than you already were.

everything in you was screaming not too and that minjeong was gonna be upset at you for leaving without telling her, but how could you deny the gorgeous girl who tilted her head slightly smiling at you? the party was too loud anyway.

you nodded, still avoiding eye contact. she smiled before tugging you out of the room and towards the exit— “where the hell is giselle!” you stopped abruptly, remembering that this wasn’t some crazy dream.

aeri looked back at you with an arched brow, tucking her hair behind her ear and leaning down to eye level so that she could hear you better. “you can’t leave, ning yizuho is waiting for you! you shouldn’t leave your.. girlfriend.” you mutter quietly, the word girlfriend coming out in a more condescending tone than u intended.

aeri furrowed her brows at you before laughing, she continued to tug you outside of the house. this confused you beyond belief, were you gonna get jumped by ning yizuho tomorrow? what if she decides to follow you home or—

“did you— did you really think ningning was my girlfriend?” she said breathlessly throughout her laughter. her laugh, she rarely laughed. you loved her laugh.

“well you’re always— I mean! you’re always you know.. all over her and—! why am I explaining this to you!” you said getting slightly frustrated at her laughing at your feelings, she noticed this quickly and tried to stop laughing.

she took ahold of your free hand and pulled you closer to her so that she could lean down. “I only like you, not ningning.” how could you be upset at the nickname she had given ‘ningning’ when you had aeri fucking uchinaga whispering in your ear that she liked you— more importantly she liked you?

the words hadn’t exactly registered in your head as she pulled away, you stared at her dumbly. “wait— you like me? like, like, like?” she giggled, nodding her head. how could this possibly be the same aeri uchinaga that you hated? no, you must’ve been dreaming.

she looked between you and the all too expensive car that was parked outside of the house, she looked at you once again.

leaning down and pecking your lips before dragging you off towards her car, how could you possibly hate her when her lips are so soft? you reminded yourself to add soft lips to another reason why you hated her.

#works — 🖇️#aeri uchinaga x reader #aeri x reader #aespa giselle x reader #giselle x reader #giselle imagines #aespa imagines #aespa x reader

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seeingivy · 10 months

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ahhh congrats on 1K!! you deserve it all :D

for your concert, may I suggest got my mind set on you for eren with a friends to lovers type trope? like maybe eren has a bit of a past as a fuckboy and realizes now that he's in love with his friend. she doesn't believe him given his history, so he is determined to woo her, but really he just needs to show her that he's serious about her (because she has already loved him this whole time hehe). OR whatever you want to do!!

got my mind set on you

eren x f!reader

**part of my debut concert event

content: drinking, reader gets her periods and leaks on her sheets, eren is a manwhore, hitch is a hater, jean and marco are masterminds

an: thank you sweet sweet anon! you deserve all the love in the world. I hope you like it <333

“Y/N. White wife-beater or black wife-beater?”

You peek up from the top of your textbook to glare at him and he has that stupid, stupid grin on his face. The one he uses to get anything he wants.

“Man. At this point you’re just trying to sound like an asshole.” mutters Jean, taking Armin’s pillow and smacking it straight into his face.

Mikasa and Armin laugh in response, agreeing as Eren makes his way over to you, flopping on his bed next to you. He’s leaning directly into your space, that musky cologne enveloping your nose as he starts talking.

“Y/N.”

“Eren.”

“Black or white?”

“Ass or face?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to punch you in the ass or in the face?”

He laughs as he bends over, sticking the aforementioned ass into your space as he knocks your textbook out of your hands and you push him away. And you try to fight the smile trying to make its way on to your face, trying to feign as much anger as you can.

But you can’t be mad at Eren. You can’t be anything but a jumbled mess of feelings at Eren lately.

When you moved to college, you were looking forward to getting a fresh start from the town that you grew up in. Not that it was ever a bad place but it was never really a good place either. And you were ready to let it all go, to move away from your parents, to find out who you were.

And just your luck, the one boy from your highschool going to the same college as you ends up in your orientation group and never leaves you alone after that. Dragging you to random club meetings for free food, taking you to mixers that your RA hosted, trying to sneak into frat parties together.

At some point, you were just always together. And maybe some small part of you really liked having him around. That he wanted to be your best friend, told you all the little inner workings of his mind instead of someone else. That he thinks the Loch Ness Monster is made up, that he likes the Twilight movie soundtracks a little bit too much, that he loves mystery books.

And he’s dorky - snorts when he laughs too hard, can’t drink beer without spilling it all over his shirt, and is so weirdly passionate about these little sea animals that he’s spending the entire summer doing an internship at the marine biology research lab at your university.

But he’s also sweet - trying to memorize all the little facts about you, picking you up from class as a habit, telling you that you’re prettier than some shit guy who won’t come by.

He’s your friend. Your sweet, secret little dorky friend. No one looks at you. But no one looks at him either. Maybe you guys only look at each other.

Except when you come back from the summer, his dork is replaced with…charm. Charisma, an appeal, a magnetism. And maybe he was always really charming, but no one paid attention to it. It was just for you.

But now they do - because he’s grown out his soft brown hair into this sunkissed loose man bun and spending all summer swimming in tidepools has defined his muscles. Because he was always gangly and a little awkward but one summer has him looking fit, in all the right places.

That’s when it starts raining on your parade. Because when you and Eren go to parties, you’re talking to him less and the girl who's drunk and throwing up in the bathroom more. He’s too busy talking to the pretty girls, twirling their locks of hair in his hands and batting his pretty eyelashes at them.

And he still picks you up from class with an iced coffee in hand, except the barista scribbled her name over your cup because she wants Eren to call her later. And you know Eren leans into it, because this newfound attention only gives him confidence to show off more.

To tell girls about the creepy little slugs he spent all summer looking for so they can coo over how cute it is that he cares, to show off those ridiculously defined muscles, to gleam at people the way he does.

You’re interrupted by your train of thought as Historia, the girl Eren met at a club meeting knocks on the door, shining sunlight at Eren as she smiles at him. And when he flicks the top of your forehead and stands up to press a kiss to her cheek and run out with her, you stick your face back into your textbook.

And pretend it doesn’t sting.

You peer over your notebook again to find Jean hanging upside down on the bunk, his eyes staring into yours.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Jean. The blood is rushing to your head. You look like an overly ripe tomato.”

He laughs as he flops off the bunk and next to you, leaning his head in to read your textbook.

“A tort is a civil law that causes a claimant to suffer loss or….this shit is so fucking boring.”

He snatches the textbook away from your clutches and flings it off the bed, giving an innocent smile as he does.

“I was reading that.”

“And now you’re not!”

“Do you want something from me, Jean?”

“Yeah. Let’s go on a date.”

“You have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah. It was his idea.”

He pulls you up by the wrists as you both shuffle out of Armin and Eren’s dorm room, giving half-hearted goodbyes to Mikasa and Armin as he dragged you back to your hal. Trying to convince you to go on a date with him.

“No.”

“Listen. You make this mopey sad face whenever he brings a girl around. It’s really ugly.”

“Thanks, Jean. You’re such a gentleman.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he swings your door open, the two of you flopping onto your bed.

“I just mean- I hate that you wait around for him. And Marco does too. I think it would be nice. For me to take you out, to make you feel special, to remind you that you don’t have to hopelessly pine over that idiot and wait for him to look at you back.”

“Jean, I just-”

He stands up, locking his fingers with yours, as he tries to use his boyish charm on you. And it’s entirely different from Eren’s. Where Eren oozes pure charisma, like you can’t help but give in because you just want to know what he’s getting at.

Jean’s charm is more…boyish. Innocent. Because he’s smiling at you, all soft and genuine. Like you want to give in because you know he means well. It’s sweet. So you agree.

“Eren.”

“Hm?”

“Pink dress or white skirt?”

You hold up the options as Eren looks at you for the first time - even though he’s been in your dorm for the past three hours texting Historia in your bed - and squints at you.

“Are you wearing makeup?”

“Yeah. I’m going on a date.”

He stands up, placing his hands on your cheek as he moves your face around in the air, taking in the product on your face. A soft glitter on your eyelids, black around your eyes that makes your eyes look infinitely bigger, and soft pink on the tops of your cheeks.

“With who?”

“Well, Jean for now. But it’s practice before I start going on real dates you know?”

“You’re going on dates? Why?”

You roll your eyes as you turn back in the mirror, holding up the options to your frame as you weigh what to wear.

“Because. I want to get out there and I’m like…deeply touch starved or whatever. I just want someone told hold me or something. And it feels weird to do it cold turkey so Jean’s taking me.”

“You could have asked me. I could take you.”

You roll your eyes as you push past him, reaching for your flowery perfume that you spray on for special occasions. Eren’s leaning against your bedpost, his eyes scrunched up in frustration that for some reason is really annoying you.

“You have a girlfriend.”

“Hisu’s not my girlfriend. We’re just talking.”

“Okay, yeah. Same thing.”

“Jean has a boyfriend.”

“This was Marco’s idea, Eren. He’s not going to care if I actually go on it and I think he’s probably the one who bought the flowers Jean’s going to bring me.”

You hold the two options up in the air again, boring your eyes into Eren’s as you gesture for him to respond again.

“I’m not picking.”

“I literally pick your date outfits for you all the time. You could pick for me.”

And Eren mutters something that sounds like pink under his breath which you smile brightly at as you duck into your closet to slip the dress on. And when it’s all fresh and pressed against your skin, there’s a knock on your door and a very smiley Jean waiting for you.

As you predicted, he’s holding a pretty bouquet of pink flowers in his hand, wearing a nice buttoned up shirt as opposed to his usual lame t-shirts.

“Hi. Don’t you look pretty?”

He reaches for your wrist and lifts your hand up to spin you around, the pleats of your dress whooshing in the air and a stupid laugh falling out of your lips.

“Jean. You’re laying it on a little thick there.”

He shakes his head dismissively as he places the bouquet on your desk, giving a small nod to Eren as he walks back to you, pinching the side of your cheek.

“You’re getting the full Jean Kirschtein experience. I have to set the bar high so you don’t settle for a whole idiot or anything.”

And Eren watches you and he hates it. That he has this angry, green little monster simmering in his chest. That you’re smiling at Jean, that he’s taking you on a date to set your standards, that you’re wearing a pretty dress and laughing with someone who isn’t him.

And he knows it’s wrong. That he has no right to be jealous when he’s talked to other girls ever since the summer ended while you’ve remained steadfast and true. And it wasn’t like you were staying true to him because Eren’s positive that you don’t feel that obligation, that loyalty to him, but some part of him feels like you do. Or wishes that you do.

But suddenly…he’s feeling it for you. That he shouldn’t be with anyone but you, that he’s the person who should be taking you on cute dates, twirling you around in pretty dresses, having you spread glitter all over your face for him.

Eren texts Historia as he watches you and Jean duck out the door.

“Uh huh, Kirschtein. I’m sure this is gonna be the best date of my life.”

“That’s a promise, baby girl.”

“Ew. Baby girl?”

“Do you prefer sweetheart instead?”

“You’re so fucking corny, Jean.”

And when the door closes, he sends the text.

I want to see other people. Sorry Hisu.

You return from your date with Jean to find Eren slumped over in your bed, typing away on his laptop. Your roommate, Hitch, is glaring bloody murder at you as she flits her eyes over to his direction.

“Eren.”

“Ah. You’re back. How was it?”

“What are you doing in my room? I left hours ago.”

“Just wanted to see you when you got back. And I was spending time with my best friend, Hitch. She’s just so riveting to talk to and I just love her so much.”

She throws her portable fan at his head, which he catches before it makes contact and then throws it back at her.

“I’ll walk you back to yours, Eren. And you’re buying Hitch coffee as an apology.”

He rolls his eyes as he grabs his bag, blowing fake kisses to Hitch as she flips him off. You’re both trodding through the hall, the building quiet. It’s Friday night. Everyone’s partying.

“Didn’t want to party tonight, Eren?”

“Nah. Didn’t feel like it. How was your date?”

You smile as you twiddle with your fingers.

It was nice. To feel special, to have someone tell you that you were pretty. And sure he didn’t mean it in that way and it was entirely platonic, but it was nice to have someone look at you. Who wants to make you feel special, try to coax you into doing things you don’t usually do.

And you’re positive it’ll feel even better when the feelings are reciprocated.

“Really nice, Eren. I’m excited to…meet people. Date them. Have someone make me feel special, tell me I’m pretty.”

“You’re pretty.”

You look over to find Eren’s cheeks burning pink, the tips of his ears red as he avoids eye contact with you.

“Thank you?”

“Ye-yeah. Sure.”

You make it to Eren’s door and he swings the door open, dragging you in by the wrist. From the looks of it, Armin’s not home, Eren’s desk light flickering on the desk. He drags you to his bed, the two of you sitting on his plush duvet.

“Eren. I was just walking you here. I’m kind of tired from the painting.”

“You went painting?”

“Yeah. It was like a pottery type thing. We picked out mugs and just painted on them. Talked about stuff. Shared an ice cream together after. Jean and Marco gave me very sweet kisses on the cheek when I dropped him back off to his dorm.”

Eren pushes his hand through his hair as he asks, the question making the air in his throat burn.

“Ah. Would you ever…go on a date with me?”

And you laugh. Quite literally laugh, because he cannot be serious.

“God, Eren. Don’t be a cliche right now.”

“What?”

“You see your best friend go on a date with another guy and suddenly you’re interested in her. It’s like every corny rom-com.”

You lean forward, pinching the plush of his cheek.

“You just want what you can’t have, Eren. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for two years. And of course, you only look at me when you can’t have me.”

“Wait, but I-”

“Eren. I want someone who makes me feel special. And you’ve always been special to me, but I want to be special to someone too. Let’s not make our friendship weird. And hey, maybe we can actually be equals this time.”

“Equals?”

“Two people who care about each other the same amount. Not one person hopelessly pining over the other.”

You give his cheek one last pinch as you pad out his door, giving him a smile before you slam the door shut.

The next morning, Eren’s standing outside your Civil Law lecture with a coffee in hand. And a shy smile pressed across his face.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Hi Eren.”

Despite your admission of your feelings and your swift rejection of Eren, he’s still standing here. And you were expecting it, because you know that Eren wasn’t really saying any of that in earnest. And it’s nice to admit your feelings, as a way of letting them go before you give in and like someone else.

You take the cup from his hand and shove the much needed caffeine into your mouth, the two of you strolling to your next class. You look over to find Eren with a pinched look on his face, like he’s constipated.

“Eren.”

“Hm?”

“Cat got your tongue? What’s wrong with you?”

“You didn’t…look at the cup.”

You look back down at the cup to find handwriting scribbled on it in green sharpie.

you look pretty today, sweet girl

You laugh, holding it up in the air.

“No way. The barista called you a sweet girl? It’s that long ass hobo hair you have.”

“What? That wasn’t the barista, that was me!”

“You wrote on the cup? Why?”

“For you, stupid! I’m trying to romance you.”

You spit the coffee straight into your cup, looking back down at the cup again. And holy shit he’s right - the way the g is looped and the writing is slanted, it really is Eren’s handwriting.

“Eren.”

“What?”

“It’s cute. But you’re going to do it for like one week. And then get bored of waiting and see some pretty girl at a party and change your mind.”

“I’m not! You’re it for me.”

“Eren. Bullshit. You wouldn’t last a month.”

He leans forward, pressing you into the hard of the wall as he looks down, green eyes glinting in yours.

“Bet.”

“What?”

“I’ll bet on it. Prove it to you. That I’ve got my mind set on you.”

“Uh huh. That takes a lot of patience, Eren. Time. Something that’s never been your forté.”

“I’ll make it my forté, if it’s for you.”

You give into the bet. A month for Eren to romance you, to prove that he’s really only got his mind set on you.

You give in because you know you’ll win. He gives in because he wants to prove the stupid, silly girl he loves that he can do it right.

eren: good morning silly little woman. fit check pls :D

you: no.

eren: cmon. ive got back to back classes and im missing that cute little face of yours :(((

you: just ask ur hoes. im sure they’re cute too.

eren: no hoes. im allergic to gardening.

you: you should start stand up comedy. you’d be really good at it.

eren: you want me so bad

you: shut up

eren: im waiting!!!! time is ticking doll, i will show up to your club meeting and start gushing about how pretty my girlfriend is in front of all your little prospective club members if i don’t get a fit check in ten seconds

you: not your girlfriend

eren: yet. three weeks to go.

you: do you not have anything else to do?

eren: picture and i’ll be out of your hair.

you: sent one attachment

eren: eren jaeger found dead at twenty-one.

you: thank god.

eren: cause of death - the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life. absolute heartstopper

you: EREN. YOU’RE SO GROSS AND CORNY STOP.

eren: ok ok see you after class sweet girl. and thanks for the picture. corniness aside, it really did make my day. you’re my favorite thing to look at.

You ignore the pounding in your chest as you throw your phone into your purse and head to the coffee shop. And what you hoped would be an uninterrupted study session is interrupted by a certain green eyed idiot, smiling at you as he takes the seat across from you.

“Hi doll.”

“Eren. You have class.”

“Got canceled. The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and me, free for a little study date at the same time.”

You crinkle your nose as you lift your backpack from the seat next to you, Eren sliding in and taking a sip from your watered down coffee.

“Did you just rhyme? How long did that one take you?”

“The whole walk over here. Did you like it?”

“No.”

Eren opens up his laptop, the two of you working in silence. And in the smallest of ways, Eren’s making it hard for you to focus.

Tangling his legs with yours under the desk, resting his hand on your thigh every time you work out one of your homework problems with him, tucking your hair behind your ear every time it annoyingly flops forward.

“Oh! I have something for you.”

He holds out a tiny little candy, a twisted mango strawberry pop. The one you can only get in Shiganshina, a four hour drive away.

“What the fuck? You had Mindy’s the entire time and your greedy ass wasn’t sharing?”

You take the little candy in his hand, twisting the ends open and letting the flavors melt on your tongue. And the nostalgia hits your head, running in the grass as a kid, your mom keeping a little box on the top of the microwave for you two to share at the end of the day.

“Just got them. I drove all the way to Shiganshina to get them for you.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m being serious. I went on Sunday, after my lab meeting. Got the box, hung out with my dog for an hour and came back.”

“You were probably just running an errand down there. I bet Zeke just needed your help with something.”

“My parents and Zeke are in Hizuru, remember?”

You feel your mouth go dry as you shuffle the candy in your mouth, huffing back in your chair. Corny ass idiot. They are in Hizuru to meet Zeke’s new girlfriend. But there’s no way in hell he drove all the way there just to get you a candy.

“There’s no way you-”

“I’ve got my mind set on you. In my mind, you and I are already dating. I’m just kind of waiting for you to catch up.”

“Oh, quit i-”

“When you’re my girlfriend, we’ll go together. Make a little drive out of it, see your parents and my parents. Get Mindy’s. Bother that lady who works at the aquarium.”

“Eren.”

He pinches your cheek as you frown, rolling your eyes at him.

“For now, I'll just drive down there alone to get you candy. Three more weeks, stink.”

Your stress is building. You’ve got two term papers due next week, a club meeting to plan, a project to go over with your research advisor, and groceries to do. And really, really all you are is bone dead tired. That you can feel your bones dragging and your eye bags deepening and the panic shuffling every time you breathe in and out.

Your final straw? Forgetting you were going to get your period and leaking onto your bed sheets.

And you know it’s not a big deal. That you can wash the sheets and get the stain out, that you can take a shower to feel better.

But this tiny little thing, this red blotch on your sheets, is enough to push you over the edge. Because you’re tired, because so much is going on, because this is just another thing you don’t have time to do but have to.

You can feel the tears streaming down your eyes, burning the sensitive skin underneath your eyes and flushing your cheek.

That’s when Eren finds you. Curled up on the ground, tears streaming down your eyes.

“Woah, hey. Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He falls flat on the floor next to you, opening up his arms which you roll into and start soaking his shirt in your salty tears. He’s whispering into your ear, whispering sweet nothings and his warm arms are holding you.

“Tell me what happened. Use your words.”

“I-I have a lot to do. The Civil Law paper and the entire plan for the-the club meeting. Dr. Smith wants to meet with me about my-my research plan and I’m not ready and I got my period and leaked on my sheets and I don’t have time to clean and-”

“Okay. It’s okay.”

His warm, calloused hands are rubbing into the small of your back, his hold still firm against you. And he drags you up, opening the shower and warming it up for you. He’s rummaged through your closet - pulled out a stack of clothes and set them on the counter.

“Are you…going to leave?”

“Of course not, Y/N. Outside when you’re done, okay?”

And you take the shower. Spend too long standing underneath the warm water, letting the shower scald your skin in a comforting way, relishing in the smell of your springy body soap washing you clean. Of the tears, of the blood, of your frustrations.

When you towel up your hair and reach for the stack of clothes on the counter, you only now realize what this cheeky bastard did. Left a pair of your pajamas and the hoodie he was wearing on the counter.

You pull it on, his musky smell mixing with the scent of your flowery shampoo, as you pad out of your room, Eren folding your laundry on your bed.

“Eren.”

He turns around and gives you a warm smile, walking forward to lock his fingers with yours.

“You look so cute right now. Pouty little face and your hair in this stupid towel.”

“Quit it.”

He leads you over to your bed, climbing on as he pulls you forward.

“Cleaned the sheets. Did your laundry. And made a plan for you to finish the paper and emailed Erwin from your account that you’re not free until the week after and-”

You can feel your eyes burning, the tears welling up in your face. You lean into his arms and he rests his chin against the top of your head, his hands snaking under your hoodie to press against your cold skin.

“Eren.”

“Hm.”

“This is a really elaborate plan to get into my pants.”

He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest as he talks.

“I know.”

“I knew it, you dick. You only want to get in my pants.”

“Well, that’s part of it. I am very attracted to you. I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want to be in your pants.”

“Charming. The whole “I’ve got my mind set on you thing” is really working.”

“I'm being honest! I want to be in your pants and in your head and all your little dreams and your heart too.”

You rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat hammering against your ears as he finishes talking. And when you drift off to sleep, you can still feel it beating in tandem with yours. And try to forget why you and Eren are waiting two weeks to do this for real in the first place.

He’s done it now. And you’ve caught him in the fucking act. The sweet, sweet satisfaction of proving this idiot wrong - that he would get bored of waiting for you and move onto another girl is standing right in front of you.

It’s Eren’s friend Reiner’s birthday. Eren had told you in advance that he couldn’t see you Friday and you obliged.

Except, Hitch invited you to the party the day of, claiming she needed someone to walk in with so she didn’t look like an idiot. Some guy Marlowe she’s really into is going to be there and she has to be at her best.

And when you get to the party, you lose Hitch in all but five seconds, left in this awkward, sweaty mess of a room alone. But when you walk over to the kitchen, you see it.

Eren leaning over the counter, talking to a girl. Short brown hair, a mass of freckles over her face, the two of them smiling at each other. And when you march over there, you’re all but too happy to rub it in his face.

Because you’re right. And you knew you were right. That Eren, all hot and toned and sexy from his beach summer, would not give it up. The attention, the girls, the love he gets from all of it for you. That he would look at other things and not at you, that you couldn’t be enough for him. And he can buy you coffee and do your laundry and be there for you all he wants, but you know deep down you’re right.

“You little son of a bitch. Week three and I win.” you say, crossing your hands over your chest.

“Huh?”

“I win. You’re at a party, flirting with a girl. Meaning, you don’t have your mind set on me. Meaning, I’m right. That you can’t let go of being a manwhore for me, that you surely have your eyes wandering elsewhere even though you claim to be only looking at me.”

“Y/N-”

“You think driving to get me candy and doing my laundry and giving me your hoodie would buy me over? You’re not getting into my pants for a quick fuck just because you know you can and-”

He pulls you forward, clamping his hand over your mouth. He’s squinting his eyes at you, almost like he’s confused at your outburst. And when you look over at the girl, you realize why.

It’s Ymir. The president of the Gay-Straight Alliance Ymir. Like literally the gayest girl you’ve probably ever met in your life.

“Oh.”

Eren smiles, rolling his eyes, as he drops his hands to lock his hand with yours.

“Yeah, oh. Did you not see it was her when you walked over?”

“No. Hi Ymir.”

Ymir smiles, reaching forward to mess with your hair as she turns to Eren.

“You’re right. She really is stubborn.” Ymir says, smiling at him.

“Tell me about it. She does this every time I do something nice for her.” he responds, squeezing your hand as he talks.

“Well, you are a manwhore.”

“Not anymore, Ymir! I’m only a whore for her.”

She pinches your cheek as she walks off, linking arms with a certain blonde as you walk away. And when you look over, Eren’s lazily making a drink for you on the counter, swirling it in his hand before he gives you the cup.

“It’s Jungle Juice. There’s like three different liquors in it but you can’t really taste it s-”

“You’re not mad?”

“Huh?”

“I just…yelled at you. Really unfairly. And you’re not even mad?”

“Got my mind set on you. Like you said, this thing takes patience. And time. I’ll wait for it. You’ll come to see I’m surprisingly good at this patience understanding when it’s something I really, really want.”

And as he tilts his head back, pouring the drink into his mouth, like the entire outburst you had didn’t happen. And that’s it. You crane your head around the kitchen, looking for it.

“Whatcha looking for?”

Eren watches you mill around the kitchen, opening drawers, lifting picture frames as you look for it. And when you find it - the calendar posted on Reiner’s wall - you rip it off and place it in front of Eren with a marker in your hand.

“What’s this, Y/N?”

“Did you know that I can move time forward?”

“Huh? How much have you had to drink?”

You reach forward, crossing out through the entire week. The last week of the month, for the bet you and Eren had.

Because he’s convinced you. That his mind’s set on you. That even if he used to like other girls, the girl he likes now is you. Enough to drive hours to make you happy, take care of you - bloody sheets and all, and gush at a party about you to other people. Like he’s proud to be around you, like you’re the only thing he looks at.

“I don’t follow, sweet girl.”

“The bet started three weeks ago. And I crossed out the last week, so it’s over now. And I want to be with you no-”

He leans forward, pressing his warm, plush lips against yours as he can’t help but smile through the kiss. All warm and fruity, surely from the drink Eren just made. And he whispers against your mouth, eliciting a laugh out of you.

“Thank fucking god. You were driving me insane, you little heathen.”

You reach forward, tangling your hands with the collar of his shirt as you pull him down again, pressing your lips against his, trying to memorize the feel, the sensation of him against you.

And when Hitch comes home from the party, all buzzed, to find you two under the covers, watching a movie, she says one thing and one thing only.

“No fucking in my bed.”

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spiderfunkz · 5 months

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✦ MINT COOKIES, NO?

— summary : you offered some mint chocolate chip cookies to peter but he isn't too excited about it.

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : gn!reader, fluff, food, pet-names, mean ish peter but not really, reader is kinda mean too, lots of teasing, the word 'i hate you' but it's sarcastic.

a/n : idk about u guys but i love mint chip. i love mint chip as much as i love peter parker (and that is a lot). ALSO THIS MAN IS SO SASSY?!?

"do you wanna try some?" you offered, chewing while passing the tin filled with mint chocolate chip cookies to peter.

you had just bought those cookies today. while walking home you spotted a shop that sells all kinds of different sweet treats, and seeing that they had your favorite cookie flavour you couldn't resist it, besides it was on sale!

"is that. mint. chocolate chip?" peter raised his brows. you furrowed yours, "yeah?" you reply, again still chewing.

peter looked at the tin before looking back at you. "that is so weird."

you roll your eyes at him, "so do you wanna try one? it won't hurt." you gesture the tin towards peter, but he quickly pushes it away. "oh but it could hurt." he replied.

"wha- oh my god, don't tell me you're one of those mint chip haters." you gasp jokingly.

"you act like mint chip lovers are the majority. you should be exiled from society." — "i didn't know you had such a strong opinion on this. please enlighten me on why."

"it's poisonous. that's why."

"how is it even poison?"

"i bet you ate toothpaste as a kid." peter assumed. "you can't even pull that card on me, pete. you told me you ate dirt as a kid once." you laughed.

"i just did. admit it, bub. did you eat toothpaste as a kid?" he smiles mockingly.

"i am not admitting anything."

"i bet you ate it as a snack before bed. a little treat for the day." he smiled even more, he seemed to be enjoying this moment a bit too much.

"and that's why you eat mint chocolate chip cookies now. to relive the glorious toothpaste-eating days." he continued, you gasp even more at this point before replying.

"well. that's. unnecessary. why don't you let me enjoy something?" — "mint is not something to be enjoyed, it's like a plague in our society and you, y/n, you're patient number one."

"wow. that's mean."

"my point was proven then."

you scoff, ignoring his 'speech' about mint chocolate chip or mint in general. instead you grab another cookie from the tin. "at least my breath doesn't stink." you comment.

"no you stink." he quickly replied, leaving you in silence. minty silence. "i hate you." you muttered, sarcastically. but peter felt bad.

"well. i still love you. even if you are a mint slash toothpaste enjoyer and also an eater." peter smiled, lovingly. causing you to smile as well.

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prettynice8 · 2 months

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Happy Birthday Bitch

Min Yoongi or Suga or Agust D x male reader, haters to lovers

The birthday boy

Stuff: Swearing, bottom reader, top Suga, sub reader, dom Suga, homophobic Suga but it's ok it's internalized, kissing but like aggressive, hate fucking, doggystyle, male reader, dick sucking (Suga receiving), creampie, kinda gay ngl, non-idol au, college au.

Word Count: 1,509

Summary: You and Min really hate each other. Anyway, he is having a birthday party and your friend invited you. Then the birthday boy demands his present from you or something.

Notes: sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, I just didn't really want to. Also fun fact, Suga used to be my least favorite member, I just thought that he was kind of boring compared to the other ones, but then I saw him rap in the Butter music video and had an epiphany of biblical proportion. Oh and Happy Birthday Suga.

It is moments like these that make you really hate your friends. Not only are they attending HIS party, but those butt sluts also invited you to come along. Those bitches were fully aware of your utter disdain for that fucking shit eating brainless fucking fucker, and yet they asked if you wanted to go. You said yes nonetheless but that is not the point.

You could never say no to a fun party, and the prospect of getting railed tonight was admittedly very pleasant sounding. You were aware that even though you hated the guy, he was very popular for some reason that you could never grasp.

He was just another dude who had nearly no personality or substance. A dumb look on his face that makes all the stupid bitches fawn over for some reason. Like he is not even that hot, sure he has an ab or two but that is it.

These thoughts kept swimming through your mind as you opened the door to the party that you could hear from miles away. As you walked in the smell of alcohol and the sight of random flashing lights was almost enough for you to pass out, the parties should be, which is almost even more angering that it came from HIM.

You were a little late because you only decided a few minutes ago that you were actually going. You made your way to the previously mentioned asshole friends that were invited to this place, but you were stopped by the man of the hour himself, Min Yoongi.

"I thought I had a no fags allowed rule." Yoongi stated, laughing at his own lazy "joke" if you can even call it that. The sudden appearance makes you jump, causing him to laugh more.

"Ew why are you talking to me!" You remarked disgustingly. "Don't you have other people to bother?"

"None as fun as you." He said, the shit eating smirk already on his face.

"Get a life." You snap at him, growing angrier every second you are in his presence. Almost walking away until he walks right in front of you, stopping your escape.

"Why are you even here?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"You invited the whole school you stupid bitch." You responded aggressively, wanting this fucker gone.

"Fucking cock sucker." He exclaimed, laughing once again.

"Was that supposed to be an insult because you're just stating the obvious." You responded matter-of-factly, causing his laugh to stop and his face to solidify. "Or are you trying to start something?" You then winked at him, enjoying the uncomfortable silence he is giving you.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He questioned back, his frustration growing as he stared daggers at you.

"Are you ever enjoyable to be around?" You asked, already knowing the answer being no. You try to walk away again but he grabs my arm and whispers in your ear.

"Why don't I make you." He started calmly. His voice actually sounded hot? Whatever it was, it did something to you. Confusion stirs inside of you as your mind races, though the inner turmoil is cut short when you feel something poking into your ass, already aware of what it is.

You let out a quick gasp, Min Yoongi, the man who hates you the most out of anyone you have ever known, is it hard for you? and you are getting turned by it? This must be a dream. Pinch me now.

"I'm going to do way worse." Yoongi stated. Wait, did he hear you, did you let that slip. What the fuck is happening. These thoughts spread through your mind, all of the noises and people all around you die down, Yoongi being the only thing on your mind.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." He ordered before taking your arm and leading you to his room

He brings you to his room, locks the door, and slams you into it, desperately kissing you.

His lips feel surprisingly good with your own, soft yet solid enough to leave quite the impact. You kiss him back just as desperately, your hands already going to take his shirt off, which he helps you with. Once it is off his lips crash right back on to yours where they belong.

He starts to become even more needy, diving his tongue into your mouth and exploring every part he can. His hands take your ass in vice grip as yours explore his broad and muscly torso, following each tone of his body.

"I still hate you." He said between tongue entanglements.

"Ditto." You said before diving right back in, but his hand stops you.

You let out muffled wails of confusion and frustration until he finally justifies himself. "I think your mouth can be used for more important things." was the last he said before bringing you to your knees.

Being an experienced little diva, you know exactly what to do. You strip his pants and boxers off in a single swipe. His throbbing member was already begging for your attention, you hated the guy but had to admit that he was packing some serious artillery.

Your hands begin to work on his shaft, pumping it slowly up and down while giving the tip light kisses, but that wasn't enough for him. So he shoves your head straight down onto his massive cock.

You take him so easily, his cock already all the way in. You begin moving your head up and down his length, the tip hitting your throat every time.

"God you're fucking good! I guess you had to be at something." He groaned, you respond by nipping him a little bit, which he responds with by fully fucking your throat.

He grabs your hair tightly and goes to mother fucking town. Thrusting his hips into your mouth, almost making you cum just from this, the thought of this monster going in your ass scares you so much it is sexual.

He finally starts emptying his balls into your throat, taking you off his dick. He doesn't even have to ask you to swallow before you have already done so.

"Fucking whore." He said as he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Wasting no time with taking off your clothes, literally ripping your shirt in half.

"Hey!" You yell.

"You won't be going anywhere for a while, so shut the fuck up and get on your hands and knees." He demanded unapologetically.

You do exactly as he says, wanting to get fucked by his massive cock so badly it almost hurts.

He wastes no time with foreplay, only giving you one quick kiss which was surprisingly sweet, a spank, and he was off. He plunged is dick into you, bottoming out in one quick thrust.

Tears spilled from your eyes, but you can think about that right now when he is already going full force, fucking your ass like a semi-truck, that actually would be gentler.

He has a death grip on your hips that will absolutely bruise, he also keeps spanking your ass repeatedly leaving it bright red, his teeth also leaving love bites all over your neck, but you cannot thing about any of that when he is pounding into so hard, leaving all other sensations feel like child's play.

You would say that Yoongi is only chasing his own pleasure but then he starts pumping your painfully hard dick. He also occasionally plays with your sensitive nipples, how kind.

The sounds of Yoongi's groans and skin hitting skin is nothing compared to the sound of your moans filling the room and probably the house itself, oh yeah there was a party going on.

The thing on your mind is Yoongi's hand pulling your hair, the other gripping your ass, his lips leaving light kisses and love bits on your neck, his crashing into you, and his ass deeply hitting your ass.

"God fucking dammit, you take me so well pretty boy." He complimented, waited, complemented. Did Min Yoongi himself just give you a compliment, and call you a pretty boy? What the fuck is happening.

"I'm close, I'm going to cum right into you." He stated.

He pulls you back, so your back is touching his chest and pulls you into a deep kiss. Unlike the ones earlier where it was all sexual, this felt almost loving, like the one he gave you before permanently ruining your insides.

That was all you needed before shooting ropes of cum onto the mattress. He follows suit right into you, filling your insides with hot cum.

You crash onto the mattress, completely fucked out of your mind. Yoongi gets off the bed and leaves, good riddance you think.

Until he comes back with a rag to clean you up. He tosses it and gets right into his bed with you. Yoongi pulls you up and lays your head on his chest, giving you one quick kiss on the forehead.

"Best. Present. Ever." He said.

"Happy birthday bitch."

THE END

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGA 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳

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fullyinconsequential · 10 months

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Here’s a 3am Steddie rant I think every Steddie lover (and possibly hater) should hear. I have no goal to convert anyone—just to say that the ship did not actually “come from nothing.” Here’s why:

I don’t understand how there wasn’t Steddie foresight in the writer’s room.

So they play it up in season 3 like Steve just can’t get the girl and when he does she’s not the right girl and yada yada yada—cool beans. I love his character arc with Robin, their friendship, her queerness. I love their entire bathroom interaction.

Specifically: “It’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school. Maybe cuz Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me, or I wouldn’t be prom king…. First of all, she’s hilarious. So funny. I feel like this summer I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time. And she’s smart—way smarter than me…. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”

Traits Robin Also Has that Eddie Shares:

Outcast

Band Kid

The Witty Banter

Eddie’s personality is VERY Robin. Not perfectly so, but maddeningly close.

Another point:

This is just the same person in different gender specific fonts, A.K.A. Steve’s “love interest” versus a guy who called him “big boy” completely unprompted and interrupted a tender moment between him and his “love interest” and complimented him for an entire scene while Steve wore his clothes.

So, really, one of them’s Steve’s love interest and the other is Nancy Wheeler /hj.

I write a lot, and as someone who both writes and consumes an abhorrent amount of media, whoever wrote this down, casted and costumed this way, and allowed for the interactions between Steve and Eddie to be as nuanced as they were (EX: the scene in which Eddie steps forward like he has more to say to Steve before he goes off and kills himself) had to have known what was going to happen. There is simply no way of not seeing it.

And if they didn’t want people shipping Steddie at the scale which they do, here’s what went wrong:

First: defaulting to Steve wanting his ex back is just plain shitty writing. It means you don’t know where to go with the character anymore, and since you’re certain he’s done all the growing he can do, he’s just gonna double back to the conflict he was in in the FIRST SEASON.

Are you serious right now, bro?

Steve’s arc as a character has been absolutely heartwarming to watch. If anything, he’d have been better off given the “I need to figure out how to be happy on my own” narrative. Throwing him back at Nancy is a cop out, a big one.

Second: Eddie. Throwing Eddie in the mix was absolutely a WILD decision, because he looks like Nancy, he banters like Robin, and GENDER IS NO LONGER A PLAUSIBLE REASON FOR AN AUDIENCE TO DENY CHEMISTRY, OR EXPLAIN IT AWAY. Not in the year of our lord 2023, no sir. Not unless you’re going to explicitly state in some way to an audience that these characters are DEFINITIVELY STRAIGHT. And with Eddie, they went as far off that course as possible.

The outcast stuff. The D&D stuff. The hatred of the system. The mysteriously living with his uncle and not his parents. THE HANKERCHIEF IN HIS BACK POCKET.

So essentially, this is what they did:

They took a beloved character, flubbed over his character arc because they weren’t sure what to do with it.

Then, they created a SECOND beloved character, made him likable, lovable, even, and relatable. Then they gave him half and half personality and looks of Steve’s last two love interests. Then they gave us scenes of them together where they showed chemistry, genuineness, and playfulness.

Then they EXPECTED that we as an audience had enough heteronormativity left as a society to say—oh, those two guys aren’t flirting with each other even a little bit because they’re two guys and obviously that doesn’t happen.

WHEN IN THE SAME SEASON WE WATCHED WILL AND ROBIN GO GAY PANIC AND DESPAIR LIKE?????

Pick a side pick a side, are your characters fucking gay or is your audience fucking blind?

Point being, I have some friends IRL who don’t really get this. They think Steve and Eddie hardly interacted enough for there to be romance at all, but I think it’s less about how much they interacted and more about the (unintentional) set up they were given by the writers.

Steve’s a truly beloved character and I don’t know on ST fan that wants to see him just end up back with Nancy Wheeler like his entire character arc was just to “get the girl” and “have six kids.” Which he already has by the way.

Anyway, that’s just my two cents. I’m not advocating for anyone to ship them, I’m just saying it’s honestly a perfectly logical conclusion to make, especially if you CARE about Steve as a character, you know? We want him to be with someone genuine, someone who challenges him to be better, to be different than he was. Nancy couldn’t handle doing that. Robin could, but they’re platonic af.

So why wouldn’t it be Eddie?

Rest in peace, by the way. You would’ve loved this text post.

#stranger things #steddie #writers #eddie munson #steve harrington #bisexual #gay #lgbtq #stranger things 4 #ultimately I’m just very confused by the writers #their choices seem so deliberate but they can’t possibly be #who instructed Joe to take that step forward?#what was the point of ‘for your modesty dude’#why make Steve’s only character trait needing a girlfriend?#why not make Eddie’s character a girl?#the Lance mcclainification of Steve harrington

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ponzien · 7 months

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- A very cozy Christmas

Summary: Reader surprises Spencer with the famous matching socks that hold hands!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: FLUFFYY

For all of my impatient Christmas lovers 🥹🩷

Y/N

“Thank you!” I smiled, walking out of the store with a huge grin, displaying the entire thing on the phone with Penelope. I got the socks let’s go show him~” I laughed, dangling the bag. “He’s going to love them!” She squealed as I hopped in the car. “I sure hope so”

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“Baby!” Spencer immediately got up and ran to hug me. “Hello my love, hold on sit down I have a surprise for you!” I shook the bag and walked to the couch. “What is it?” He tilts his head in confusion. “That’s the whole point of a surprise my genius friend.”

He sighed and took the bag, slowly removing the tissue paper. “There’s so much tissue paper what are we gonna do with all of- are you recording me?” He sat the bag on his lap, a smile threatening to cross his face as he pretended to be upset.

“Yes, it’s for Penelope this was her idea!” I laughed as he slowly continued to open the bag. “It’s socks! Thank you…?” He said confused. “I lost my last pair of white socks you know how I am with colorful fun ones.” Spencer smiled. “Oh my god! Baby no!” I burst out laughing again. “I can’t breathe oh my-“

“Are You okay?!” He rushed to my side. “I’m- I’m okay!” I leaned into his chest and grabbed his shoulder trying to stabilize again. “Spence look.” I grabbed the socks and showed him the cute faces on them. “They have faces!” Spencer gasped.

He was genuinely happy with just that. “How many pairs are there?” I asked with a smirk, re focusing the camera. “2…we have matching socks!” His eyes lit up. He prepared to get up before noticing the sock’s arms stuck together. “BABE.” He gasped. “Yess?”

I answered. “We’ve got to put these on come on.” He quickly picked me up and walked to the bedroom. “Spence!” I squealed, stopping the video and holding onto him. “That was so unnecessary.” I shook my head with a smile. “But we have to get our matching pajamas otherwise what’s the point.” Spencer complained.

“Of course not”

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“Hey Penelope!” I waved on FaceTime. “Hi Garcia!” Spencer spoke from over my shoulder as we stood in the kitchen. “Hey boy and girl wonder!” Garcia squealed. “Let me see em!” “Yes!” Spencer cheered as I sighed and shook my head.

“He’s more than happy with them Garcia. Our water bill is going to skyrocket with hun washing these things all the time so he can wear them.” I said to her on the phone. “What?! No I have plenty of socks besides I can’t wash mine if you didn’t wash yours”

“You’d probably wash mine too.” I retorted as I flipped the camera to show our socks and slippers. “AHH so cute!” Penelope squealed.

“At least we know what socks to wear during Christmas time.” I laughed. “Do you really not like them?” Spence frowned. “What?” I raised a brow. “You’re acting like you don’t like them, if you don’t want to match you can say so” He basically pouted.

“What? No- Spencer! You know I’m a hater all the time it’s only for jokes I love them, I mean you’re talking to the same woman who buys you underwear a 12 year old boy would wear.” I laughed.

“That’s true…”

“Penelope Garcia signing off!.”

“I totally forgot she was there.”

#spencer reid #x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #fanfic #request #Christmas #early christmas #cozy #criminal minds fluff

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cheolism · 1 year

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honey sugar pop

✧ lee dokyeom x f!reader ✧ summary: you love to use ridiculous pet names with seokmin and he loves you. ✧ wc is approx 5.3k ✧ warnings: i tried to make this gn! disgusting use of pet names. you and seokmin make out; he takes off his shirt. that’s as far as it goes. mingyu is, at his core, a hater. pls save hansol

First thing’s first: Seokmin wasn’t totally against the nicknames you gave him.

No; quite the opposite. He remembers the first time you ever called him sweetheart in that sweet voice of yours, when your relationship was teetering on the edge of friendship and something more. He even remembers the flutters of his heart and how shy, but endeared, he had been; how the warmth from the tenderness of your words settled in his ears and traveled throughout him, burning the inside of his body with your affection; remembers how proud you had looked at his reaction.

He even loves the ridiculous ones! The ones that you say with a coy little grin, the ones that make him laugh. He likes these ones just as much as he does the ones you murmur in his ear with your arms wrapped around him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Hello, my honey bunches of oats!” You cheered, greeting him from the doorway. You kicked off your shoes and let your bag drop next to the door, beaming at Seokmin as if he had done something amazing and wasn’t in the same position you had left him when you left for work that afternoon.

But you were just as sticky as him when it came to hugs and cuddles. You latched on, weaving your legs through his. He couldn’t help the little shriek that left him at the feeling of the cold outside fabric of your jeans brushing against his bare legs.

“Aren’t you going to help me warm up, baby?” You questioned, your smile sly.

Seokmin shook his head. He allowed himself to pout, your wrists now held away from his body by each of his hands. He quickly pressed a kiss to each of your hands. “You’re a bully,” he said, “coming and disturbing my peace and quiet.”

“Ah yes,” you agreed. “How horrible of me.”

You then lurched at Seokmin, startling him enough for him to let go of your wrists and try to protect himself. You took advantage and buried your face into the side of his neck, your cold nose nuzzling against his skin. Seokmin couldn’t help but shiver -- whether it be from the cold of your skin or from how you were pressed so close to him, he didn’t know.

Sighing, as if it were some Herculean task, Seokmin wrapped his arms around you and let your legs entangle with yours further. He shoved his own hands under your shirt, nails scraping against your back. Seokmin tilted his head so he could rest his cheek against the top of your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair and still allowing you to breathe against his neck.

Your breaths were warm despite how cold the rest of you was. Your lips mouthed against his neck, pressing little kisses into the golden skin there. Despite the cold that had attached itself to you, as if it were a lover in need of attention -- as if it were Seokmin -- he couldn’t help but feel the warmth from you, the warmth of you, seep from your body, your heart, and settle beneath his skin and on his bones.

“You showered today,” you murmured, moving your face to kiss at his collar bones. “Smell like me.”

He hummed. “It’s easier to just use your stuff,” he had said the first few times he stayed with you. Seokmin had pretended to forget about bringing his own bath products each time, electing instead to use yours. Even now, nearly a year into your relationship, he kept up this lie and you obliged him by not pointing it out.

“Do I smell good?” He asked. “Smell like flowers and stuff?”

“Of course,” you agreed. You finally peeled your face away from his skin, resting your chin on his chest. Seokmin let out a noise of pain, pouting at how your pointy chin dug into his chest. He wiggled his hand out from underneath your shirt and set it underneath your chin, letting you rest it there. “You smell like a prince of flowers.”

He grinned. “A prince of flowers?”

“The Prince of Flowers,” you amended. He liked the sparkle your eyes would get. He liked how you would give him this little smile, one that was shy and full of adoration. At first Seokmin didn’t know what it was, that sweet smile, but then he had seen you interact with your grandma and give her that little smile and realized what it meant.

It meant “I love you; I adore you; you’re my everything.”

Seokmin wondered if he had a similar sparkle; he hoped he did. He hoped you were able to look at his face and see how utterly in love he was with you.

“Lee Seokmin, Prince of Flowers,” he said. He brought his other hand from underneath your shirt and pushed back your bangs. Seokmin tucked them behind your ears, tracing the shape of them with the tip of his fingers. “If I’m the Prince of Flowers then what are you?”

You hummed, a thoughtful and playful expression taking over. “The Lord of Sleeping Kitties.”

Seokmin laughed, feeling his lips stretch apart in a wide smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, your little smile returning. “Yeah.”

You shifted against him, laying your ear over his heart. Seokmin adjusted his hold accordingly, arms enveloping you entirely. You were completely warm now, the heat of your bodies creating a bubble around the two of you.

“What did you do today?”

“Oh, you know,” Seokmin began. “Painted sunflowers yellow, played with puppies. Prince of Flowers things.”

You laughed, wiggling. “Of course, my sweet Prince. You totally didn’t just watch television all day, did you?”

He was quiet. Then Seokmin remembered to be offended. “Who do you take me for? Some sort of slug?”

“My Prince of Flowers and Slugs,” you giggled.

“I should kick you out,” Seokmin said. “Banish you from the realm of flowers.”

“And slugs.”

“HEY!” He protested, pushing you away. You were manically laughing now, pushing feebly at his arms as he wrestled you away. Seokmin couldn’t help but laugh along with you. The two of you were sitting up fully now, Seokmin attempting to push you onto the other side of the couch while you fought against him.

He grabbed at your shoulders, and with one deft shove, you were falling off of the couch and onto the ground. Startled, your eyes widened comically, to the point where he was roaring with laughter; he was sure he was ugly with it, the force of his laughter, with how his nose wrinkled horribly and eyes widened.

You went to your knees, reaching out for his forearms. He fought against you once more, hands shoving and pushing. “Stay away, you fiend!”

You could barely talk around your laughter, and Seokmin filed away how you looked in his moment for later. You were wild with your merriment, eyes bright and sputtering. You were bracing your arms against his, trying to push Seokmin onto his back.

“The villain is trying to defeat the Prince of Flowers!”

“And slugs!” You reminded him, giggling and raising yourself higher to try and get a better angle on him. You used the angle against him, getting one knee on the couch and hovering over him. “You sluggy slug!”

“Such cruelty!” He exclaimed. “Sticks and stones will break my bones, and words will surely defeat me!”

And so Seokmin allowed himself to go limp. He relaxed his muscles and sagged against the couch. You had been using all your strength against him and when you lost the force holding you back you pitched forward, squealing and forcing Seokmin further into the couch as you fell against him.

It wasn’t a horrible position, Seokmin thought, your chest pressed against his head and thighs straddling his lap. Your chest was heaving with laughter, and you were giggling in his ear when you finally pulled away. Your hands reached up and cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing against him.

Once, long ago and yet not that long ago, if Seokmin was asked what he thought love looked like he would have said that love looked like dinners in candlelight, walks along rivers, kisses by moonlight. Now he knew love was this: you learning his favorite movies and quoting them back, him learning how to play your favorite songs on guitar, how he would come home from the market with flowers or candy that reminded him of you, and how you looked in this moment, smiling with wild hair and bright eyes, your head tipping forward to rub your nose against his.

Seokmin wrapped his arms around you once more, guiding you to lay back against the couch. You let him manipulate you, going pliant and obedient. He leaned over you, his own hand going to cup your cheek. He took a moment to just look.

For a few minutes that was all the two of you did. Your hand went to wrap around the wrist of his hand that was holding your cheek, your other hand reaching. He moved, obliging, and let you brush your fingers against his bangs.

“Hello, Lee Seokmin,” you greeted shyly.

He smiled, and again hoped that you could see how in love he was with you. “Hello, my Lord of Sleeping Kitties.”

And then he descended upon you, pressing a soft little kiss against your lips. Both of your arms went around him, just holding him. You returned the peck, and then you sealed your mouth over his, gently kissing him in little coaxing movements, as if he were standing in the shallows of the ocean and the tide was coaxing him in, urging him in deeper.

His hand sunk into your hair, parting his lips obediently when you swiped your tongue against his lower lip in question.

Seokmin didn’t think he would mind drowning in the ocean, not if it was you.

Your lips traveled from his, your hand moving to guide his head and tilt it. You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. When he went to capture your lips again in a kiss you hummed and shook your head, your hand moving to frame his chin. You angled his head away once more, pressing open-mouthed, lingering kisses against his chin and jaw, trailing them down his neck.

Seokmin gulped before taking a shuddering breath. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. You hummed once more when you felt his mouth open. “Use your words, baby boy.”

He found that he couldn’t. So instead Seokmin pulled away, his hands going to the hem of his shirt. You allowed him to move back, watching him with greedy eyes as he pulled his shirt off and let it drop beside the couch.

And then you were pressing him back into the couch, the two of you switching positions. Your hands smoothed over his bare shoulders; his biceps; his forearms; his collar; his chest; and then his stomach. You squeezed and worshiped him, your mouth pressing hot kisses to his.

“Please,” he said.

You smiled against his mouth. Your thighs went to straddle his waist, hands moving to stroke his skin. You tore your mouth from his, nipping it and pulling a whine out of him. He nearly protested, an argument on the tip of his tongue, and then your mouth was pressing open kisses to his jaw and throat and then latching on his neck, and Seokmin found that he couldn’t really do much else than clutch at your shirt.

The two of you pulled away from one another some time later, lips red and sore, a brilliant bruise beginning to form at the base of his neck. His chest still heaved and his mind still flashed with the image of your eyes and how devious they had looked, and he thought that, too, was what love looked like.

You were still straddling him, sitting fully on his thighs. He was content to look at you, watching how you ran your hands through your hair and traced your lips. “What’s the time, darling?”

Seokmin let out a breathless laugh. “You really expect me to know the time after all that?”

You grinned a little. He hoped you felt accomplished. You shifted off of him and he whined at the loss of your weight on him. He didn’t mind watching you walk away from him, though, moving to rest on his stomach and watch you walk back to the bag you had abandoned.

Seokmin propped his head up on his hand, eyes focused on you as you bent over to ruffle through your bag. You let out a little gasp. “Seokmin! I’ve been home for an hour!”

He hummed. “Time really flies when you’re having fun, I guess,” he said, thinking about how your teeth felt scraping against his skin.

You spun around. “No, Seokmin. I’ve been home for an hour. I got off at five! We’re supposed to be at Seungcheol’s in thirty minutes!”

For a moment Seokmin just looked at you. How wide your eyes were, how you were waving your phone through the air as if he could somehow read the time from where he was on the couch. Then what you were saying sunk in and he gaped at you.

“How am I supposed to hide this!” He shrieked, flying into a sitting position and slapping his hand over the rather impressive hickey you had left.

“It’s winter,” you began, crossing back to him. You peeled his hand away from the hickey, prodding at it with your own fingers. He hissed at the ache of it. “You can just wear a sweater.”

He pouted. “But you like seeing my arms!”

“I do,” you readily agreed. You ran your hand through his hair. “I also like how you look in a sweater.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

Once Seungkwan had called him a glutton for compliments. Then Jihoon had reminded Seungkwan how Seungkwan had, back when you were still unfamiliar to a majority of the friend group and was nothing more than “Hansol’s cousin who he’s moving in with”, gone out of his way to try and get you to compliment him by basically serenading you.

You laughed, cupping his cheeks and shaking his head a little. “Yes, Lee Seokmin. Newsflash: the person you’ve been dating for nearly a year thinks you’re ridiculously hot no matter what you wear.”

“Even when I’m wearing a sweaty shirt from the gym?”

“Especially then,” you promised. “Remind me when we get home to tell you just how hot I think you are, baby, but if I start now we definitely won’t make it to Seungcheol’s.”

“That’s okay!” He chirped, arms going out and wrapping around your waist. Seokmin brought you to him, pressing a cartoonish kiss against your stomach. “I’m sure Seungcheol won’t miss us. Tell me. Do you think I’m hotter when I’m driving my motorcycle or cooking?”

“You don’t own a motorcycle,” you said, rolling your eyes and pulling his face away from your stomach. “And when you cook you always look like you’re about three seconds away from having a breakdown.”

Seokmin gasped, affronted. You peeled away from Seokmin. He tried following after you, puckering his lips and making kissing noises. You laughed, and he let you shove him back onto the couch.

“I’m getting dressed,” you said. “Seungcheol said he’s paying tonight and I’m not about to pass that up. You can stay home and lament over your hotness if you want, but you’ll be doing it alone. In the dark.”

As Seokmin said: he wasn’t totally against the pet names you gave him.

Especially when you had both your arms wrapped around one of his, clutching at his bicep through his sweater. The two of you had abandoned your outer coats as soon as you walked into Seungcheol’s house, joining your friends for the night. You were practically shining with your beauty, and Seokmin couldn’t help but be a little ashamed at his own lack of tact as he shamelessly stared at you. I mean, who could blame him?!

You let out a little shout, grabbing Seokmin’s attention. You were waving at Hansol from across the room. You went on the tip of your toes to press a kiss against his cheek before parting from him. “Be right back, baby!”

“‘Be right back, baby,’” Mingyu mimicked. He was reclining on one of the sofas, a large drink in hand and wearing an extremely sour look on his face. You had told Seokmin as you were pulling into the drive that Mingyu had just broken up with the third or fourth lover of the year. Something about them leaving their dirty underwear around the house.

“You’re just jealous,” Seokmin shot back. You crossed the room and to Hansol’s side, dragging your cousin into a hug. Seokmin huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, already missing the feeling of your arms around his. “You’re so annoying.”

“You were annoying first,” Mingyu shot back.

Seokmin rolled his eyes. “I was literally just standing here.”

“What he means to say,” Wonwoo began, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Seokmin had asked him once about whether or not Wonwoo was considering wearing contacts, only to be met with a pissed-off look, as if Seokmin had been doubting Wonwoo’s integrity or something. “Is that he sees you with your better half and thinks it’s annoying that you somehow have had a longer relationship than him.”

Seokmin smirked, leaning back against the fireplace. It was pulsing heat, warming his side and reminding him of you. “Jealous, Mingyu?”

“I just don’t get it,” Mingyu whined. “How did you get someone like that?”

Seokmin gaped. “What do you mean, someone like me?”

“Well,” Wonwoo broke in, “you are sort of. You know.”

Soonyoung broke into the group, a tallboy in each of his hands. He gave one of them to Seokmin before wrapping an arm around Seokmin’s shoulders. The tallboy was freezing against Seokmin’s palm, also reminding him of how cold you had been when you had pressed yourself against him earlier in the evening. He should’ve convinced you to stay home.

“Don’t listen to them, Seokminie,” Soonyoung murmured, patting Seokmin’s arm. “You’re a real catch.”

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said, plopping down next to Mingyu on the couch, their thighs touching. He shot Mingyu a peevish look when Mingyu groaned in disgust and pushed Seungkwan’s thigh away from him. “A real catch who doesn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“I know how!”

“Okay,” Wonwoo agreed, “did you know how to do laundry before you began dating Y/n or after?”

Seokmin went quiet for a second. “Hey. This isn’t fair.”

The group around him laughed. Soonyoung slung his other arm across Seokmin’s waist, squeezing him and comforting him in a voice one would use with a baby. “Don’t worry, my precious Seokminie, you’re the best catch of us all.”

“Yeah, well. At least I can keep a partner after the holiday season!” Seokmin snapped, looking at Mingyu and sending the group into another round of hysterics. Mingyu’s own mouth dropped before he began a round of protests. Seokmin shoved off Soonyoung, who protested, and stalked away from the group.

It wasn’t like he was insecure; but he wasn’t arrogant either. Seokmin knew he had his downsides, like leaving his socks around the apartment and leaving the jar of peanut butter open on the counter. But he had his merits! He could reach the top shelf in the kitchen, could help you string the Christmas lights; Seokmin can even open the delivery packages that you struggled with!

“I have merits,” he whined, ignoring how you jumped when he suddenly appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle. Seokmin dug his chin onto your shoulder, letting a pout form. You shifted in his arms, setting your glass on the dining table and patting both of his hands. “I have upsides to dating me, right?”

Hansol wrinkled his nose and mouth, looking at Seokmin with a disgusted look on his face. Seungcheol paused his sipping and looked at Seokmin over the rip of his beer, raising his dark eyebrows and silently asking Seokmin what he was doing. Seokmin ignored both of them, however, and instead buried his face into your neck and breathed in your sweet scent.

“Of course, honey blossom,” you murmured. Seungcheol repeated the pet name with obvious loathing. Your nails scratched at the skin of his hands, fingertips tracing the soft curves of his fingers. “What’s bringing this on?”

“Mingyu’s being annoying.”

You cooed at him, turning in his arms to peer up at him. You reached up and pushed away his bangs, tucking them back from his forehead. “Mingyu’s just jealous he can’t keep anyone longer than two months.”

Seungcheol snorted from behind the two of you. Seokmin beamed, “Right?!”

“Ignore him, darling,” you patted his cheeks.

“And -- and Wonwoo said I don’t know how to do laundry.”

If one of his friends got him one-on-one, looked Seokmin in the eye and asked if he was ashamed of how he acted around you sometimes, Seokmin would absolutely admit to it. He was a grown man!

But still he pouted at you, letting his eyes water and voice turn into a whine. It was worth it when you pouted back at him and reached up to press a little kiss to his chin.

“I fucking hate this,” Seungcheol said.

“Right in front of our salad, too,” Hansol agreed.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Seokmin and you ignored them. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing Seokmin into a swaying motion. “It’s okay, baby. You know how to do laundry now, and dare I say it, you’re a pro! Martha Stewart has nothing on you.”

“Right!”

“And you help me with my hair in the mornings,” you carried on, grinning at him. “You divide chores with me and you even do my chores for me on nights I’m late coming home from work. You always make my mood better after a rough day, and you always know the right thing to say.”

“Right!”

“You’re a real catch,” you said. “And, if I’m honest, the best one out of all thirteen of you.”

Seokmin smirked. “Right. Absolutely correct.”

You reached up and tugged at his cheek. “Exactly. My darling sunshine.”

“Listen,” Hansol began. You turned in Seokmin’s arms once again, looking at your cousin. Hansol looked disgusted; Seungcheol had walked away at some point. “I’m all for you two dating. I think it’s fantastic. But I’m going to need you two to like, uh, not do this in front of me.”

“Do what?”

“You know,” Hansol gestured at the two of you. “That.”

You leaned back into Seokmin, and he accepted your weight gladly. He laid his cheek on the top of your head, peering at Hansol. “Hansol. Are you saying you’re embarrassed by me adoring Seokmin?”

“Yes, absolutely. One hundred percent.”

“What are you going to do when we get married, Hansol? Just not show up to the wedding?”

“That’s different,” came a new voice. Jeonghan slid into the picture, pushing his hair back and away from his face. His doe eyes were bright, whether it be from the beer in his hand or from the chance of bullying you and Seokmin, Seokmin didn’t know. “We’re consenting to it at your wedding.”

Seokmin’s mind was reeling. Wedding?

You want to marry him?

This was definitely skipping over a few steps -- you hadn’t even officially said the L word to one another yet!

And now you were talking about marriage?!

His heart was a bird and it was frantically trying to escape his chest. MARRIAGE?

He then imagined it. Not the actual event, but what came after. You and him looking for a home, his hand slipping into the back pocket of your jeans as the two of you surveyed all of the moving boxes and readied to unpack and begin your lives again. He imagined the two of you wearing matching rings, glinting in the light and showing them off whenever a stranger asks about them. He would get you the best ring, of course, the best for the best.

You would want a house with a porch, he knew. You liked people watching. And you would need an office for all of your books and stuff. And he wanted his own space, of course, but that could come later. Would you want a house with a garden? Would you agree to getting little gnomes to decorate it?

What would you grow in the garden? Flowers? Herbs? Vegetables? He would have to learn how to properly fry okra, he supposed, if you decided to grow it, but it could be done.

What about a porch with a swing?! He could paint it yellow, the soft yellow that reminded him of daisies and canaries and you, and surprise you after a day at work. And the two of you could sit on it and watch your life go by, sitting side by side, thighs pressing against one another and fingers laced tightly. You could sit on that swing until your hair turned grey and you need to use a cane.

He then imagined you at that age. When your hair was no longer shining and instead was grey, when you had wrinkles on your face that boasted of a life filled with love and happiness. How you would need to hold onto his arm when going up and down stairs, how he would need you to read the newspaper to him because his eyes were getting too weak.

Seokmin was brought out of his fantasy by you. You with your shining hair and eyes, with your bright smile and that adoring look on your face. The one that said everything that had remained silent until then. The one that said I love you, I adore you, you’re my everything. And now, Seokmin thought, it said something else. It also said: let’s be together forever, and as long as I’m with you.

“Seokmin? Pumpkin?”

Jeonghan laughed from behind the two of you. Seokmin ignored him in favor of hugging you, burying his face into your hair and breathing you in. You giggled at him but obliged.

“Are you okay, lovebug?”

“I’m actually going to be sick,” Hansol announced. The two of you parted to see Hansol walk away, going towards the group in front of the fireplace and gesturing at the two of you. Jeonghan shook his head at the two of you and clicked his tongue, walking to Seungcheol and Joshua.

You looked up at Seokmin. He felt himself grin at finally having your full attention, even though he knew he never really lost it. “What is it, my heart flower?”

“How can you say that with so much sincerity,” Seokmin laughed, shaking his head. He reached out and grabbed each of your hands nevertheless, swinging them back and forth.

You shrugged, that little smile still playing on your face. “I mean. It’s true, isn’t it? I just want you to know how much I adore you, even if I’m not explicitly saying it.”

“How much you love me?” Seokmin asked, hope that thing with wings that beat against his chest.

You paused, stilling the swinging movement of your hands. Your smile faded, a serious look overtaking your features. The twinkle in your eyes remained, however, as you peered at him. You looked at Seokmin, taking him in, just as he was doing you.

“Yes. How much I love you.”

Seokmin couldn’t help but smile, even if he looked like an idiot. And if he did look like an idiot, then he was an idiot in love.

“I love you,” he murmured back. He took a step towards you, the tips of your shoes brushing against one another. “I love you.”

You were quiet, still watching him. Yes, Seokmin thought. This was what love looked like. It looked like you, in Seungcheol’s house, head tilted and face serious. Your hands in his, squeezing; you, considering him; your lip between your teeth, silent and observing.

You released one of his hands, and he nearly whined. And then you tugged him away from the dining area and to the front, calling out. “Okay! That’s enough for today! Me and my precious honey sugar pop are leaving!”

A few of the boys laughed loudly, repeating your pet name. You and Seokmin paid them no mind, each of you hurriedly shrugging on your coats. Jeonghan let out a whoop; Jun whistled.

“Bye-bye!” Seokmin called out, waving with his free hand as you swung the front door open. He gave a wink at Mingyu.

And then you were dragging Seokmin out of the house and into the cold air. Seokmin knew it was biting at his cheeks, knew it would be turning the tip of his nose and fingers red, but when you turned to him and your sweet voice carried those three words into his ears and heart, Seokmin knew the cold couldn’t touch him.

Seokmin opened the driver’s side for you, swooping down low into a bow and gesturing wildly with his other arm. “For my darling Lord of Sleeping Kitties!”

You were laughing, bright and like sunshine. Seokmin couldn’t help but abandon the door to wrap his arms around you, one slithering around your waist and the other going to hold the back of your neck. He guided your mouth to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

You giggled into his mouth, moving to your tiptoes and burying your fingers in his hair. The kisses were sweet and quick presses, your laughter infecting Seokmin and leading him to abandon his pursuit of your lips. He chuckled, pulling away to nuzzle the tip of his nose into your cheek, eyes falling shut.

“I love you,” he said. It wasn’t enough just to say it, Seokmin thought, and that phrase didn’t seem like enough. Those three words were all too short and didn’t seem heavy enough to convey the truth and weight of his emotions. He loved you, yes; he adored you, of course. But he also knew that love could not encompass the feelings he felt for you in that if he were to shut his eyes and see no more, his heart would still be content because it knew you, knew the shape of your soul and knew how perfectly it fit into his.

“I love you,” you echoed, just as sincerely.

“GET OFF MY FUCKING LAWN WITH THAT STUFF!” Seungcheol’s shout broke through the air. Seokmin screamed a bit, jumping and immediately pressing himself into your chest.

You were laughing -- laughing! at him! while your poor baby boy was scared! -- and squeezed Seokmin in your arms. “Okay, okay old man!”

Then there was a cry from the porch behind him and Seokmin wiggled in your arms to see Seungcheol tumbling from Mingyu’s shove. “Leave them alone! They’re in love, you old grandpa!”

“You were the one just hating on them!”

Eventually you and Seokmin made it into the car. You were shivering faintly, your hands quivering as you fumbled with the car keys. Seokmin took them from your grasp and inserted the key into the engine, and together the two of you started the car. Seokmin then grabbed each of your hands into his and brought them to his mouth; pressed two kisses to them; blew air onto them.

You were giggling again. Seokmin wanted to bottle that noise up and save it forever.

“How am I ever supposed to leave you,” you sighed. You leaned over to him, pressing your forehead to his.

“You don’t,” Seokmin responded, as easily as the sun rose at dawn. “You stay with me forever.”

You hummed. Your noses brushed against one another. “My darling,” you murmured. “My love. My sweetheart. Mine.”

“Yours,” Seokmin agreed. And then he closed the centimeter of space left between the two of you and captured your lips in a kiss.

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gmmtv 2024 part 2 trailers first impression & ranking :)

from most excited for to least excited:

us: I SCREAMED!!! of course gl ranks number one, let's bffr, but legit this looks so indie & good I love it! sing is gonna be so good at being the abandoned lover hahaha, and the girls have so much chemistry & are so cute!!! I ship it already <3

breakup service: I did NOT expect to get an off as MAIN in a straight romcom again after 4 fucking years, I'm beyond elated!!! the fact that he's paired with a very popular singer also makes me happy! the plot looks really fun & reminds me of catch me baby and midnight motel so I'm all in!!! my man deserves this sm <3

hide & sis: gawin in a role like this??? ATE DOWN!!! but honestly the whole cast is perfect, I can't believe we're gonna get pepper & lookjun playing an on-screen couple! I hope this one is more like ps: I hate you & nothing like the jungle but I'm super excited I love everyone here :)

the ex morning: bruh if you'd have told a kristsingto show would be 4th on this list I would've laughed in your face but... tell me why this plot seems so fucking cute?? I feel like we haven't gotten this type of second chance bl before, and idk if it's nostalgia or what but I'm actually really into it lol

thame po: yooooo this morning I could not picture estwilliam together, but actually I like them a lot already! as a lykn fan I'm happy to see them in a series, and the plot is quite original which is becoming more & more rare so I'm excited!

sweet tooth, good dentist: I still don't know how to fully feel about mark & ohm t, I feel like they look way too similar, but oh well. this looks very sweet (like its title) & y'all know I love dumb romcoms like these so I'll be watching!

leap day: this looks insane & the cast feels random af but it seems interesting! I hope it doesn't end up being one of those shows who thought throwing gun & his insane talent in a show would be enough to cover its bad writing *cough* home school *cough* midnight museum *cough* excited to see pond in an interesting role for once though lmao

the dark dice: this looks like the thai high school squid game to me, it seems interesting & I love that aungpao is in here, but I'll have to see how I feel once the show starts airing to see if I'll watch it or not.

scarlet heart thailand: this teaser told me nothing so I googled the original, ngl it's a slay for tu she looks so pretty, and I do love historical shows so I'll probably be watching! also very happy to see tay, force & phuwin here :)

friendshit forever: I legit thought I was gonna get a mookpat gl bruh lmaoooooo, but nope instead I get girls fighting over a dude ;_; like I get it new is hot af but bruh in 2024 we still have girls having cat fights... I'm good :/ the title is hilarious though :')

ossan's love thailand: this trailer actually made me happy bc contrarily to my initial thought I think earth is ADORABLE as haruta! and the actor they chose to play the ossan??? DAMNNN DADDY 😏 probably still won't be watching since I hate remakes but this looks better than I anticipated!

the heart killers: call me a hater but I did not feel this at all, I feel like it's a more boring mix of not me, only friends & midnight motel and I don't particularly care for either ships so I will not be watching... I'm sure this show will be fine without me though lol

perfect 10 liners: we are but even more boring, they even pulled up aouboom & marcpoon LMAOOO. again all love but I don't care for this at all, it's so basic I can't do this to myself anymore, I'm sorry it's called self-care at this point :')

revamp the undead story: again I don't care for bounprem & THE gmmtv vampire show is my golden blood for me babe, like sorry but jossgawin forever 🫶 (more seriously this doesn't look bad but I simply do not give any fuck to watch this show)

#axelle rants #gmmtv 2024 part 2 #us the series #break up service #hide and sis #the ex morning #thame po #sweet tooth good dentist #leap day #the dark dice #scarlet heart thailand #friendshit forever #ossan's love thailand #the heart killers #perfect 10 liners #revamp the undead story #it started really slow but we got some good ones in the process... especially hyped for my babies off & gawin ofc :)

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bad268 · 3 months

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hiii! any chance you could write a Sebastian Montoya enemies to lovers fic? in my Sebas era at the moment 🤩🥳

Because of You (Sebastian Montoya X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient I loved this request!)

Warnings: road rash, injury, mentions of being attacked, hurt/comfort, “i had nowhere else to go” i hate myself

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 2015

Summary: Classic enemies to lovers with Sebas

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Racing was my life. For as long as I could remember, I was racing, and I was racing well. I rose through the ranks relatively quickly going straight from karting to single-seater championships within two years, and I was already catching the eyes of different Formula 1 teams.

One thing is for certain: I had my fair share of haters. One of which was someone I looked up to while karting who then turned out to be my teammate in F4 and FRECA at Prema and eventually, in F3 for HiTech. That person would be none other than Sebastian Montoya.

It was all fine when we first met during preseason testing for F4. We were getting along great, found some common interests, and he gave me some tips and tricks he used to prepare for a race. All was well until the season started, and I started winning.

It was like I was no longer a friend but a competitor, so I did what I always did and reciprocated the acts. If he was going to be cold to me, I would be cold right back. I was taught to never waste my time on people who didn’t deserve it, and when he ran me off the road during a crucial race of the FRECA season, I saw red.

“You gonna run me off the track again, Montoya?” I teased as we both walked out of the HiTech garage toward our new cars for free practice in Spielberg for the F3 race. “I don’t think the bosses would appreciate that, honestly.”

“If you stay out of my way, we won’t have a problem,” He sneered, rolling his eyes as he finished doing up his race suit.

“Oh, trust me. I plan to be nowhere near you,” I laughed as I pulled my balaclava over my head and started preparing the straps to my helmet. “Besides, it’s not like I have a problem with keeping my nose clean.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed given that you crashed into Gabriele last week,” Sebastian mocked, pointing out my DNF from a couple of weeks ago.

“Because you turned wide!” I exclaimed, slamming my helmet down on the table. “You turned into me, and I took evasive action. It wasn’t my fault. You were the one that got the penalty, dumbass.”

“At least I finished the race,” he snickered as he turned to walk toward his car.

“And at least I can run in the top 3,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“Mind saying that a little louder?” Sebastian snapped, turning to face me as he came to stand directly in front of you.

“I said, at least I can run in the top 3,” I stated firmly, not backing down from his threatening stance. “At least I can say that I’ve won in Monaco. I’m keeping up in the title fight, and where are you? Oh, right! Down in 14th. Our gap is almost as bad as Alonso on Stroll.”

“My car is shit, and you know that,” he seethed, getting up in my face as he pointed a pinger at my chest.

“Excuses, excuses. We have the same fucking car, Seb,” I pointed out as I glared at him. “We all have the same fucking car, so don’t blame the team for your shitty driving style. Maybe if you knew how to drive, you would keep up.”

“You two can fuck later, get in your cars!” Dino shouted from the next garage over as he put his helmet on.

“Shut up, Dino!”

The race went great for me. I secured pole position, scored third in the sprint, and won the feature race. These points shot me up from third to leading the championship. I was on top of the world. I decided I was going to celebrate for the night before I left for the next race.

I was walking through the streets of Monaco pretty late at night. I was pretty sure I knew where I was going but it was also my first time in Monaco. I should have followed the map closer. I don’t remember if I walked into a bad area or if it was some crazy haters. All that I remembered was them yelling at me.

“You’re stealing a seat from people who really deserve it!”

“You’re never going to win the championship!”

“Gabriel deserved that win! You’re just in his way!”

“Undeserved! You’re just lucky!”

At some point, it got physical, and they didn’t stop until they heard sirens in the vicinity. I was breathing heavily as I picked myself up off the ground, immediately taking notice of the soreness across my face and my limbs. Somehow, I limped my way back to the hotel I would need to check out of in the morning.

I got into my room, and as soon as I saw my reflection, I broke. It hit like a ton of bricks (and looked like it too). I slid down the wall, letting it all out. Maybe I didn’t deserve to be in F3. Maybe I didn’t deserve my seat. There are definitely more talented drivers out there. Heck, Ollie swept the weekend at the last race in Baku, and I couldn’t get past Fornaroli for second in the sprint. Maybe they were right.

I took a deep breath, stood up, and moved toward the restroom to get a good look at the wounds and clean them. My right eye was black and bruised, there was a large gash on my eyebrow, my lip was bleeding, and don’t even get me started on the road rash on my arms and legs. I was going to need some supplies to clean these up.

I grabbed my room key and walked out to the hall. Hopefully, Dino or Paul would be in their rooms. Across the hall was Dino’s room to which he didn’t answer. I sighed, already knowing if Dino didn’t answer, he probably already left, and chances are Paul was also gone. Still, I moved over a door and knocked on Paul’s door. Of course, he’s gone too.

They were the only people I talked to on the grid, and I was not about to swallow my pride and go to the lobby for a first aid kit. Just as I was about to head back into my room, I saw a light flash from under a door. Specifically, Sebastian’s door. How desperate was I going to get for this first aid kit? Enough to ask my sworn enemy for help? Yes.

I sighed, walking up to his door. I hesitated before knocking. What was he going to say? What if he laughed? What if he just slammed the door in my face? What if- I didn’t let my mind run anymore as I hurriedly knocked. It took a couple of seconds, but a confused Sebastian opened the door. As soon as he registered it was me, his gaze hardened until he took into account my appearance, his eyes softening almost immediately.

“I had nowhere else to go,” I whispered as I bit my lip, already expecting him to turn me away. “Do you have a first aid kit I can borrow?”

“Who the fuck mauled you?!” He all about shouted as his jaw dropped.

“Shut up,” I hissed, covering his mouth as I pushed him into his room. I closed the door quickly as I flipped us, so I was leaning into him against the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is? You’re gonna wake someone up.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied sarcastically as he pushed my hand away from his face in annoyance but quicking wincing as he heard my hiss of pain as he rubbed against one of the road rashes on my arm. He sighed as he dropped his voice to a softer tone, “Sorry, it’s not every day your teammate shows up at your door bloody. Forgive me for freaking out.”

“No, it’s a valid response,” I admitted, stepping back to give him space. That’s when I notice his eyes looking me up and down, taking in all of the injuries. “I just need alcohol and bandages if you have any.”

“Here, hop on the counter,” He offered, leading me into the bathroom. “I’ll help you.” He put his hands on my waist to help me jump up as the rashes on my legs had started scabbing and it was getting difficult to bend them. We fell into a comfortable silence, surprisingly, as he started addressing the wounds on my legs first. As he moved up my legs, he would glance up at me, making sure I was comfortable with what he was doing, causing me to nod almost every time. The one time I didn’t nod immediately was when he got back to my hips and grabbed the end of my shirt. “What if there’s a rash on your side? Or something with your ribs?”

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with taking my shirt off in front of you, Seb,” I said, honestly. “We’re constantly at each other’s throats. Who’s to say you won't make a comment about my body?”

“I would never,” He defended, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. How about I just lift it and do a quick check? If there’s nothing, we move to your arms.”

“Quick check,” I pressed, sending him a pointed look, “Nothing else.”

“Nothing else,” he smirked, pulling up my shirt a little and his eyes grew wide immediately. “So, good news and bad news. Good news, there’s no rash. Bad news, you are fifty shades of back and blue.”

“You’re kidding,” I gasped as I tried to turn around and look at my reflection, but quickly felt the pain from turning, causing me to hiss in pain again. “Okay, I believe you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He stood directly in front of me but refused to meet my eye.

“Why would you be sorry? It’s not like you did this,” I asked. He had no reason to apologize for something he didn’t do. “If anything, you’re making it better.”

“I just- if I had been nicer, if we had been friends, if I had gone out with you tonight, none of this would have happened,” he admitted. “Instead, I was in here, watching a movie while you were out getting attacked. I just feel like I could have prevented this somehow.”

“That is out of your control,” I told him. Of course, it was! “You can’t control how people feel toward me. You can’t control the haters.”

“But if you had someone with you, the haters probably wouldn’t have approached you,” he explained, finally meeting my gaze. “I could have protected you.”

“That’s sweet of you, but you hated me when I left the track. There’s no way you would have risked yourself on my behalf.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a fine line between hate and love,” Seb admitted. “Maybe I was jealous of your success. It’s hard being compared to my dad all the time, and I was finally doing good. No offense, but you came in out of nowhere and started dominating. I don’t know if I was just jealous or envious.”

“Really? I’m here because of you!”

“What?”

“You were my idol, Seb,” I chuckled. “I saw you at a karting competition a few years ago, and because of you, I started karting. I was so excited to race with you, and it was awesome getting to learn from you ahead of the season. Then, you just flipped, and I didn’t know what I did. All I knew was that suddenly you hated me, and I reacted back.”

“You’re here because of me? And because of me, we became enemies?”

“Yeah, but because of me, we could be in our lover's arch,” I slipped in, jokingly. At least, it was supposed to be jokingly. Sebastian didn’t take it as a joke as he immediately leaned in and connected our lips in the first of many kisses.

~~~~~

#sebastian montoya x reader #sebastian montoya #sebastian x reader #sebas x reader #formula 3 x reader #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #formula 3 imagine #formula 2 #formula 3 #f2 x reader #f2 #f3 x reader #f3 #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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kourtniwritesagain · 10 months

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ahhh okay so Solangelo, my babies.. i’m trying so hard to think of a prompt for you Kourtni but my brain is failing me lol

mmmm okay maybe like.. comparing tans?? like Will is super tan and Nico is super pale (sun lover and sun hater, we love to see it) and they’re comparing and Will is like wow, you’re so pale, and is touching Nico’s arm/leg/torso etc and it TICKLES and it all just starts a lil tickle battle

vmskcnsb i love your writing and you’re so lovely and i wish I had better ideas swimming in my head for you!!! so even if you don’t want to write this prompt know that i’m glad you’re here!!

Quick warning: nakedness is mentioned, but only mentioned.

"I swear, you're so friggin' white, you're actually reflecting the sun right now."

Nico heard his boyfriend (and wow, that's still a strange thought), but he refused to dignify that outrageous accusation with any type of response.

Yes, Nico was pale. It came with the whole 'child of Hades' schtick. But Nico wasn't one of his zombies, thank you very much.

"Nico, seriously. You spend a lot of time outdoors. How the hell are you so pale?"

Nico was stretched out on his stomach on a towel on a beach in California (Will's idea); Nico was shirtless and quite enjoying the warmth of the sun. Now, though, Will was standing over him, dripping water all over his chest. Cold water.

"Can you drip somewhere else, please? You're ruining my warmth."

"I thought I was your warmth."

Nico could hear the smirk.

"That's what you get for thinking." Nico snarked. "Not all of us can have the skin of a Greek god."

Will snorted. "We're both demi-gods...from the literal Greek gods. You have no excuse."

Nico said nothing.

Will sat next to Nico and ran a finger down Nico's back. "Pale as a zombie."

Nico twitched violently at the touch. He turned his head to glare at Will.

"Sorry, forgot you were ridiculously ticklish."

"Whatever." Nico scowled and settled back into his previous position.

Of course, Will couldn't leave well enough alone.

"You know, the more time you spend outside shirtless, the less pale you'll be," said Will as he started lightly stroking a good majority of his fingers over the expanse of Nico's back. "I, for one, would prescribe lots of shirtless time. And as a doctor, you should listen to me."

Nico was full-on writhing in ticklish agony at this point. However, he didn't want to give Will the satisfaction of admitting to anything.

"Y-You're nohohot a doc-DOCTOR!" Nico's last word came out as a shout because Will decided that Nico's ribs were a fantastic place to stick his fingers in.

Will shrugged. "Close enough."

Nico was lost to laughter as Will also gave up pretending to do anything but tickle Nico silly.

"Pleheease!" Nico flipped onto his back, but it was a mistake because now his stomach was open, and Will wasted no time in scrabbling his quick fingers all over.

"You gonna do what the doctor ordered and spend the next considerable amount of time naked?"

"Yohohou just s-said shirtlehehess!" Nico laughed harder at Will's brazenness.

"Semantics." Will waved a hand nonchalantly.

Nico cackled as Will moved his hands to that awful spot right below his collarbone.

"Still waiting for you to accept my prescription."

Nico tried to scrunch his shoulders, drop his chin, push at Will's hands...anything to get the tickling stop. Except accept the ridiculous 'prescription' Will wanted.

However, he couldn't take much more of the tickling.

"Okahahay! Just stop!" Nico could say no more as Will went back to his collarbone.

"Yay!" Will grinned brightly and immediately ceased his attack.

Nico curled in on himself, still laughing which kinda lessened the impact of the death glare he sent to Will.

"We start your prescription today." Will said, leaning over Nico and grabbing his chin to lean in for a kiss.

#kourtni answers things #tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!Nico #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #solangelo

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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࿓ lovely night. ִ ۫ ּ

pairings : austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : you and elvis are always bickering, pretending to hate each other every opportunity you two get. keyword: pretending.

includes : lil bit of angst (don't worry there's fluff), the reader and elvis being stubborn and at the same time being in love, enemies to lovers.

author's note : watched la la land and i know mia and sebastian are still together after everything haha.... haha.... right guys?.... guys???

“ what are you doing here? ”

elvis smiled, opening his arms.

“ doll! ”

you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“ i'm not a doll. ” elvis hugged you either way, chuckling when you muttered something under your breath.

“ i know. ” he slightly nodded, breaking the hug so he could look at you.

“ what are you doing here? ” you asked again, with curiosity this time, your tone still a bit harsh.

“ well, i have to travel, don't i? with all the... shows i have. ”

you hummed, looking at him up and down, clearly not believing him.

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you and elvis weren't the best of friends, yes, you were acquaintances if you will but you just couldn't stand him. and he couldn't stand you.

the first time you met him, he dismissed you as nothing. you were a reporter, one that achieved many things no male reporter could and the fact that he just autographed your questions and just smiled while patting you in your head before walking off (without letting you say anything) made you angry. very angry.

so the next time you had an interview with him, you asked personal questions.

not that kind of rude questions. but the intimate ones.

elvis frowned every time you asked something, it was clever of you to ask with his fans in the room as they whistled for every question.

and after everyone left but you, him and his staff, you stood up, patted his head and smiled before walking out.

after that, you had to go in a meeting with colonel parker who just told you how unprofessional of you that was and the worst thing is that you knew he was right... but the other part of you, the stubbornness, said oh so you're in his side too.

so, yeah, now you're elvis presley's number one hater.

you lost your job but, honestly, you were at peace at that because you didn't care about the man anymore so what's the point and he can honestly fuck off and you could survive for a few months, at least. but, clearly, elvis didn't think the same.

he wanted to make your life more miserable so he hired you to be his assistant in pr management, saying:

“ well, darling, i feel like a saint today. ”

when you asked him why would he want you in his inner circle of work.

you didn't believe him.

he knew that no one was hiring you. he knew your life was going to shit.

so, swallowing your dignity, you accepted.

elvis: 2, y/n: 1.

which takes us back to the present, where elvis announced he was going to travel with you.

“ i thought you traveled with jerry and the colonel and... those guys. ”

elvis laughed, shaking his head. “ believe me, i rather travel with them than with you but they're full, the colonel is taking some friends that want to see me perform at this party. ”

you thought his explanation was dumb but you could only agree. you didn't want the colonel screaming how worthless you are for not following orders and how you're still eating because of elvis.

“ fine. jump in. ” you opened the car door to the driver seat, seating on it after closing the door, starting the car only after elvis sat next to you, closing his door.

elvis glanced at you, chuckling when he caught your frowning face. “ aw come on! this is going to be fun! ”

it was everything but fun.

elvis just kept talking about everything he could think of.

“ i kinda like your old boss... is she single? ” “ ew, what? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ you look like a child when you're angry, as if you're about to throw a tantrum or something. ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️“ jerry is so funny, and that comes from me! ” “ yeah, sure. ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ the colonel sometimes fucks everything up. ” “ hah, you tell me? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️��️️ “ i bought my dad this weird figure for his birthday, he collects them, i swear i'm not weird. ” “ ew? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ you look like you're about to throw up-. ” “ shut it, presley! ”

when you both arrived, you could feel the sigh of relief leave your body, getting out of the car after parking it next to other cars out there. elvis following behind you.

“ that was fun! ” he said with his hands on his waist, obviously proud of himself for bothering you the whole 3-hour road trip.

god, you could punch him.

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hours later, the colonel instructed you to take elvis back to the hotel before this gets worse. fans just trying to climb the stage while elvis went backstage, musicians trying to wrap up quickly so they don't get caught and get, probably, hurt. you could just nod before running to elvis, who was ready to leave; wearing some black purple suit and tinted lavender sunglasses.

after running for a few minutes with heels that you hated, you and elvis found yourself stranded, a bunch of cars parked in the street without no sign of your car being close.

“ oh, great. ” you muttered, clicking the car key for the car to at least make a sound for it to be easier to find.

“ you can put it in your chin. ” elvis said while looking around.

you stopped walking, looking at him with an annoyed look which he responded with a giggle.

“ what? it works! ”

“ oh, i bet it does. ” you sarcastically said.

“ yeah, your head works like an antena. but i think it gives you cancer so.. ”

you held your laugh, not wanting to give him some sort of satisfaction, shaking your head before you saw a bench close to which you walked to.

“ wait, i need to change my shoes. my feet are killing me. ” you quickly said to elvis, sitting on the bench, talking off your heels.

elvis' eyes lighted up at the sight of the view that was behind the bench, his hand in the tree next to him holding the weight of his body.

“ what a lovely view, huh. ”

you turned around looking at it for a few seconds before shrugging.

“ i've seen better. ” you shortly answered, dusting your heels off before putting them in your bag, taking the comfortable pair of shoes that you kept for emergencies.

“ ha, yeah. ” elvis softly answered, now walking to sit next you in the bench. “ bet you did. ”

you looked at him, annoyed again, before just sighing; your focus on changing your shoes.

“ y'know, this could be a romantic place. ”

you laughed, now your attention once again robbed by whatever dumbassery he was going to say.

“ you sure? ”

“ i'm damn sure. ”

“ please elaborate, you love god. ”

he rolled his eyes annoyed at the sight of your mocking smile before returning to change your shoes.

“ well, for some other girl and guy, this would've been. i mean. ” he stood up, walking to find the sight again.

“ the sun's nearly gone, the lights are turning on... a silver shine that stretches to the sea. ”

you scoffed, still clicking the car key to find the goddamn car.

“ that's tailor made for two. ” he looked at you with an annoyed gaze which you returned. “ what a shame those two are you and me. ”

after changing your shoes, you sat giving him your back, a way of telling him to shut up and find the car but he loved to ignore you.

“ and this. ” he moved his hand to him and you. “ could never be. ”

you frowned.

“ you're not the type for me. ”

“ really? ” you, for some reason, feeling attacked replied.

“ what a waste of lovely night. ” he shrugged, walking away from you.

okay, now you're pissed.

“ you say there's nothing here, well, let's make something clear. ” you walked enough to stand next to him, pointing at his chest with your finger. “ i think i should be the one to make that call. ”

“ yeah? what's your call? ” he, with an unimpressed tone, asked.

“ even though you look so cute, in your polyester suit — ” you shrugged.

“ hey, it's wool. ”

“ — you're right, i would never fall for you at all. ” you walked to the bench again, acting nonchalant, ignoring elvis surprised and offended face who just followed you.

“ and maybe this appeals to one of your... lovesick fans but for me? ha! ” you shook your head, clearly making fun of him. elvis just walked behind you.

“ i'm frankly feeling nothing. ” you said, faking a thinking face looking to the bright sky.

“ is that so? ” he muttered, fixing his hair before standing in the other side of the bench.

“ or... it could be less than nothing? ” you then looked at the ground.

“ good to know. ” he sat next to you, quite close. “ so, you agree? ”

you hummed, gifting him one of your most fake smile, looking right back at him.

“ that's right. ”

you both look at each other with an angry, challenging look.

“ what a waste of lovely night. ” you both said, then looking to the opposite side.

you, ignoring the beat of your heart. elvis, ignoring the genuine smile that threatened to show.

after a moment, you put the car key in your chin as you looked at the mess of cars in front of you.

' beep! '

you and elvis looked at each other.

the both of you stood up, walking away from the bench and now walking to the car.

as you arrived, elvis cleared his throat. you turned around, no annoyed gaze and no mocking smile in sight.

“ thank you for... taking me here. ” elvis frowned, clearly cringing at how dumb that sounded.

you chuckled, not a mocking one or a fake one, shrugging your shoulders.

“ whenever you like. ” you softly answered, elvis eyes lightning up. now the night seemed brighter.

“ you mean that? ” he sounded like a little kid which parent just promised to buy him a toy.

“ yeah. ” you smiled, opening the car door before getting in.

elvis stating at the spot you were in.

well, the night was no longer wasted.

#elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022

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