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[Welcome to Floor 3!]
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BBQ Girll: HEY BURGZ, OVER HERE!! Where have you been!? Me and Chuck here have been looking at these bright colors before we realized we haven't seen you for over 10 layers, what's the hold up?
[BBQ Girll and Chuck are now available for asks.]
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lunearobservatory · 10 months
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Indiana cars special interest. than k you
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hershelwidget · 10 months
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Grade School (ft. Warren)!
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YIPPIE!! I got it done before Saturday! That’s pretty amazing by my standards~ I had to cut out the “(ft. Warren)” in their name because it would cover Spinach Can more than she is already being covered. Anyway, had a lot of fun colouring AND outfit designing, I know I have Not Shut Up About This but Bread Boy is probably my favourite part of this one. Everyone looks very cute though, god they look squishy and soft I love it!!
Grade School (ft. Warren)’s scene is them trying to decide who they can and can’t trust in the house. Warren is presenting his argument for either Steak or Fridge being the shapeshifter, while Spinach Can and Bread Boy disagree and rather believe in Sketchbook or Coffin being to blame. Lily & Todney are the only ones currently accounting for the fact that it was most likely Lamp, Electracey, or Briefcase, and Todney is trying to point that out. The only thing these five agree on right now is that everyone is suspicious.
#dhmis#dont hug me im scared#dont hug me im scared fanart#dhmis lily#dhmis todney#dhmis lily and todney#dhmis spinach can#dhmis bread boy#dhmis warren#WOOO I FINISHED ALL FOUR OF THESE!!#NOW I'LL POST INDIVIDUALS AND WE WILL BE B A L L I N#my next project is scene drawings!! i am SO EXCITED#anywaysuhmhmhm i just got rickrolled by the playlist i made for them LMAO it was on shuffle#OH YEAH YEAH. LOOK AT SPINACH CAN AND BREAD BOY. NONO LOOK CLOSER#THOSE ARE!! BFF HEART NECKLACES. YK THE ONES WHERE THEY COME TOGETHER VIA MAGNET#i was just 'hm. i need to spice this up. i need to find a way to make future events more devastating. OH'#these are all for the sake of plot and pain and agony and aww that's cute!! oh no oh NO NONOONONON WHY ARE YOUDOUGN THIS TO EM#just kidding!! neither of them will even come CLOSE to death!!! :))))#they have plot protection (the necklaces)#lily & todney also have plot protection (each other) bc i don't have the emotional strength to write one twin losing the other#it would be like me writing a story about me and my brother and one of us dies. yes we're not twins but that would fuck me up so bad#warren ALSO has plot protection but because i need motivation for the others#his presence alone keeps the other four from becoming agents of chaos#and also i'm being nice and he has a major role in the sequel :) you'll hate me for this :)#i should've called this team Plot Protection lMAOOO#..remembering that in tboci part of the plot is 'one sibling dies". looks at lily & todney. stares at them.#dhmis shapeshifters guns and guilt
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No thoughts just Rainsmut from ghost
Don't know if this was a request or just a lovely thought but yes, the answer is yes. Wooo, had dust off the cobwebs in my brain for this one *cracks knuckles* This is fem!Reader too, hope that's okay
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Rain is a shy boi turned soft dom boi, oral (f and m!receiving), biting, scratching, marking, blood, fluffy aftercare (more for Rain honestly even though he was the dom lmao he needs reassurance)
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You never expected to find love in your life, not to any human, especially not to a demon. But becoming a Sister of Sin took you on a path that still manages to shock you, including how you felt towards a specific water Ghoul. 
Everyone told you that having a Ghoul as a partner could have its…difficulties. 
In the past, relationships between a Ghoul and a human would not last long, and the end usually was not pretty. You heard stories of blood, violence, and death. Some Ghouls had the tendency of getting territorial of their mates, often picking fights with other Ghouls if they even had a suspicion that one of them was interested. In rare instances, some Ghouls would even kill their mates, though not on purpose. So you would’ve had every right to be more than a little hesitant in being with a Ghoul. 
But you knew Rain wasn’t like that.
Typically, the water types were less aggressive and more reserved than the others, often keeping to themselves, staying out of trouble, and never really picking fights unless they felt threatened. But they were still demons, they still had an aura of danger surrounding them,  they could still annihilate a human if they ever felt like it. But Rain never gave you that vibe that he was even capable of such acts. He made you feel safe, comfortable. He was protective, but not in an overbearing type of way. If you were around any other Ghouls, he’d always be by your side watching over you. He was sweet, and you couldn’t see a world where he’d ever hurt you on purpose.
The two of you had been together for a few months now, but you still did nothing more than kiss. It was frustrating, and it had to have been difficult for Rain too. For some people, that contact is a need and a lack of that made you more irritable. You knew how skittish Rain could be, and you absolutely did not want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn’t ready for. But you were so desperate for his touch and you didn’t know how long you’d be able to last.
You wanted to be with Rain intimately, but you just didn’t know how to bring it up without spooking him off. You were aching and needed him now, but him being off in a touring band caused some unwanted distance between the two of you, so you were just going to have to handle it yourself like you always had to.
You exhaled a shaky breath as you removed your habit, laying on your bed with your legs slightly spread. You imagined Rain looking down on you, eyes dark and narrow behind his stage mask, a bulge prominently poking through his tight black jeans. You imagined his soft voice telling you what to do, forcing you to obey his every command. You slowly trailed your fingers down your body, running along your lace lingerie, tentatively journeying down until your fingers felt the heat that was radiating from your already sopping wet cunt, begging to be touched. 
You were a second away from reaching your aching nub until the door to your bedroom opened suddenly, a grinning Rain entering the door frame. But he quickly froze as he realized what was happening, his grin falling off his face and his eyes widening in shock as your half naked form. “Oh, fuck-! Uh, I’m sorry!” He covered his eyes and quickly closed your door, leaving you flushed and disheveled.
You put on a robe and walked out, finding Rain with his head in his hands in your living room. “Rain?” You called out softly, taking cautious steps towards him.
“I am so sorry, babe. We, the band, we got a few days off and I wanted to surprise you but…oh god.” Rain’s ears were flattened back, his tail actually tucked between his legs, coiling around his leg tightly. He sighed. “I didn’t mean to…walk in on you like that, I promise.”
You gently took a seat next to him, reaching up to lightly rub his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, you did really surprise me.” You joked, smiling when he managed a nervous chuckle, his body untensing a little. “Coulda joined me, you know?” You said, in a split second decision, wondering if testing the waters was a good idea in the moment. You felt him tense up again beneath your hand, almost regretting your words until you noticed a slight bulge in his pants, not unlike the one you saw in your fantasy. “I mean, don’t you want to, with me?” You asked, feeling a little insecure.
Rain furrowed his brows and sat up more straight, taking a hold of your hand. “Of course I do, it’s just…you’re human. You can…break.” You don’t know why his choice of words made you clench, a sharp pang of desire shooting straight through your core. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Dewdrop almost killed his mate during…you know. I don’t want that to happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself.”
“You’re not Dewdrop, Rain. You’re not like that.”
“He wasn’t like that either until it happened.” He frowned.
You could’ve whined. You were so needy. You understood his apprehension. It made you nervous too, but you loved your demon and you wanted him badly. “I want you, Rain. You want me too, I know you do. But…I understand if you can’t. But there is nothing you could do to me that would make me love you any less. You could never hurt me.”
Rain inhaled sharply, his hands tightening into fists as he smelled your arousal. It could’ve driven him mad. He saw how your thighs pressed together, how your teeth nawed away at the dead skin of your lips, how anxious your expression was. You looked to be in pain, and that pained him. “If we do this…you have to promise me, if I get too rough or do anything that you don’t like, you stop me. Whatever you have to do.” He spoke seriously, his pupils dilated until you could barely see his iris’.
“Yes, Rain. Just please, touch me.” You begged, opening one of his fists and bringing the palm to cup your sex, gasping as the much needed contact. You heard him audibly inhale, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. “Feel how much I want you? Feel how wet you make me?” You whispered.
Rain growled as he surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, teeth grazing against each other’s and pushing your tongues to meet. You moaned in his mouth as he started playing with your clit through your underwear, the fabric practically ruined with how soaked it was. “I didn’t realize how good you smell like this, baby.” Rain purred, trying his best to maintain his composure while he pushed the robe off your shoulders. “Bedroom. Now.” He ordered, leading you to the bed hastily.
You sat on the bed with a glazed over look in your eyes, your ears perked up at the sound of Rain’s belt buckle coming unlatched, the leather sliding and making a slapping sound as he removed it and tossed it to the floor. You could feel your mouth watering as he started to unbutton his pants. “You look so gorgeous like that, sweetheart. You wanna suck my cock, hm? Your mouth is already halfway open.” You could only nod as you finally started to see the side of Rain that you’ve been dreaming of. 
Rain beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and watching your expression as you finally saw all of him. “Is this what you were thinking about before I came home?” He asked darkly, gently caressing the back of your head. “You touch yourself to thoughts of me?” You nodded weakly, your mouth filling with saliva as your lips finally came into contact with the head of his cock.
Rain groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head and moaning at the taste. “Oh, sweet Lucifer…” He cursed, reaching down to unclasp your bra and to lift your chin, biting his lip at the sight. Tears in your admiring eyes, drool running down your chin and onto your tits, all for him. The view could’ve made him come right then and there. But he wanted you to feel good too.
You gasped as he tore you away from his dick, having you stand up as he sank to his knees, his own expression needy and glazed over as he ran his claws up your thighs, forcing goosebumps to form along the path. You quickly stepped out of your underwear as he pulled them down, him grabbing the back of one of your thighs to bring your leg to rest on his shoulder. Rain licked his lips as he finally saw the full glory that was your pussy, your arousal coating it and your inner thighs. He had never seen such a pretty sight. 
You let out a cry as Rain dove in, lapping up all your wetness and going to work right away. His long tongue poked and prodded at your tight entrance, undulating against your folds in such a way that you almost saw stars. “So sweet.” He growled, moving to focus on your clit, using his forked tip to rub on either side of the little nub. You tried not to scream, your legs threatening to give out just from the pure pleasure Rain was giving you. It was hard to focus on anything other than how his tongue was making you feel. But then it all came to a stop unfortunately, a loud whine escaping you as Rain rose to his feet with a shiny nose and chin. “I could do that all day.” He chuckled, but instead of doing just that, he pushed you gently to lay on the bed with your legs spread.
“Please, Rain…” You begged, arching your back so your chest could touch his, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. “I need you.” And without warning, Rain entered you, almost immediately filling you to the brim, the head of his cock grazing your sweet spot already. “Fuck!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his torso as he started to thrust into you.
“You feel so good.” Rain panted, a thin sheen of sweat already building on his forehead. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He whimpered, the sound driving you wild.
Rain buried his head into the crook of your neck, holding onto your shoulders with a vice grip. You felt multiple sharp stings as his claws extended, digging into the soft flesh, but Rain didn’t seem to notice, too lost in the feeling of you. It surprised you to find that you enjoyed it, the pain only amplifying the pleasure you already felt. The pain brought you closer to the peak you so desperately wanted to reach, you didn’t even notice you were clawing him right back. 
“Fuck, Rain, I’m so close!” You cried, attempting to meet his thrusts from underneath him, but Rain suddenly had a vice grip on your hips, pushing them down and pistoning into you even harder. “Oh, god-!” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but just take it, the pleasure rendering you useless.
The final straw was the new pleasurable pain you felt in the hollow of your neck, sharp fangs breaking your skin and sinking in, marking you in a way that just felt so right. It hit you like a train, knocking the breath out of your lungs, and then you let out a loud strained moan as you came around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes.” Rain whispered as his thrusts became sloppy, licking up your neck and stilling, his cum spilling inside of you as he whimpered.
You whined as Rain pulled out of you, flopping down beside you in exhaustion, a blissed out expression on his face. But his face quickly furrowed in concern, finally taking notice of the droplets of blood that slowly leaked out of your claw and bite marks. “Oh fuck, baby, I hurt you. Shit, I know this would happen. I never should have-”
“Rain, Rain!” You quickly interrupted before he had a full blown panic attack. “You didn’t hurt me, my love.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“I…I liked it.” You felt your face heat up at the admission. “It felt really good.” You chuckled giddily, and Rain relaxed a little but you could still see him beating himself up about it mentally. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” His eyes lit up at that, allowing himself to smile proudly at himself.
“Really?” He asked timidly, causing you to nod with a tired grin.
“You made me feel amazing. Only you, Rain. I knew I could trust you. If I didn’t like something, I would’ve told you. I promised, remember?”
Rain pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you close. “Thank you.” He whispered sleepily, happy purrs rumbling in his chest, making it very difficult to stay awake.
You gave Rain a soft kiss on his chin as he fell asleep, his comfortable hold on you and purrs lulling you to sleep right after him.
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itonashi · 1 year
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May I request Chigiri Hyoma x reader, but the bllk boys and Chigiri are hanging outside of blue lock and the reader hugs Chigiri from behind while he's talking to someone; suprising chigiri of his s/o's sudden appearance? I LITERALLY CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS MAN 🥰💍💍🙏
BOO!
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pairing: chigiri hyoma x fem!reader
warning: mentioned other chars, fluff, lowercase intended, manga spoilers
note: pls pls pls appear in the tag... im gonna cry if it doesn't appear. i hate mobile legends. memang tolol kau tahu tak (nonsense in malay). i love the anon who req me this.
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it's time!
for your divine, beautiful, majestic, heavenly, breath-taking, lovely, charming, marvelous, splendid, distinguished, monumental, glorious, astonishing, and pretty boyfriend to get out of his hell hole!!!
the blue lock program.
because of that stupid program you didn't get to even chat him or see him for months! now he's a celebrity after that soccer match that you didn't even managed to get a ticket for.
you want to see him so much instead of chatting with him on some apps. you hated how chigiri hyoma is now known to the world and some ppl liked him because of his beauty. that beauty should've been only for you.
fortunately, he is yours and you are his.
but he said that he only have two weeks break so that means the program is still not finish yet and that made you filled with the 5 stages of grief because that technically means that you won't be seeing him for months again! and who knows? he will also be offered with professional clubs out there.
you're glad that he didn't give up on soccer anymore and how he is really happy now.
with these two weeks break, you will make the most time to hang out with your boyfriend and make the most of it.
oh? is that your lovely boyfriend there? and if you're not mistaken — the people that he's talking to is the blue lock people.
'i want to surprise him. i mean.. his reactions will be so cute! after all, we haven't seen eachother for a long time.'
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"i think i will have a chances with many pretty girls this year."
"shut up, otoya."
"being known to the world feels nice."
"i wonder if i have a fanbase..."
"isagi! look at the comments about you."
"people really like nagi, huh."
"why are they so shocked that reo is playing soccer..."
the atmosphere was lively as everyone was talking about different things. some were talking about their popularity, soccer, the u-20 match, school and friends.
what was irritating me is that aryu keep asking me about what i use for my hair. yeah yeah, i know my hair is silky but only some people can touch it. if i don't want him to bother me with his 'glam' things. i just need to straight up tell him about the haircare i use.
"oh really? that's the one you use... hmm, what a shame. it doesn't fit my glam hair."
"ok, aryu..."
just stop talking to me about that, it's boring! damn it. "chigiri! look at people commenting about your beauty!" bachira showed me the multiple comments about my beauty and how they wish they know me earlier... blah blah blah. "haha, it's amazing how chigiri got people to like because of his beauty." isagi said.
"i bet his fanbase is full of girls."
is it? i don't really remember...
"i don't think so?"
"yeah, right.
i couldn't careless about the fanbase anyway. i already have my special someone who never gave up on me. the one who was always there with me through thick and thin. she never left me when i was injured. it was a shame she didn't managed to see the match in front of her eyes.
if she was there, i would've hug her tight even if there was my mother and sister there...
it's been a long time since i see her.
i was conversing with nagi and telling him some information about soccer. when suddenly i felt a hand wrapped around my waist from behind and a beaming girl's voice was heard.
"boo!"
'eh?'
everyone stop talking and look at the uninvited guest that just arrived. 'wooo' and 'oohh' could be heard from them. nagi look at the person who interrupt chigiri from talking and the person unwrapped their hands from chigiri's waist.
"[name]!?"
"oh, you're surprised to see me." you chuckle at the sight of him.
you wave at all the people there and they wave back with welcome but they're definitely questioning who you are from the sudden appearance. otoya did the honor of asking not before asking if you're single.
"im taken by the oh so lovely princess chigiri hyoma."
"oh."
"oi, don't call me that."
well, at least no one's here is beautiful like your boyfriend! this goes unnoticed by you but when otoya asked you that question. he almost tried to gouge out otoya's eyes. you didn't notice yukimiya was there until he spoke up.
"[name], you are dating chigiri?"
"ah, since when are you here... yuki?"
"you two knew each other?"
"he's my co-worker in the model agency but don't worry i never work with him, hyoma."
chigiri let out a sigh of relief at that statement. sure, yukimiya was handsome. and he love how you are loyal to him in the end. they time passed with you being introduced to the boys and come of them praised you for being a beauty and question you is it hard being a model and all that.
you get to know some of them better and it did help with yukimiya being there.
"i think it's time we should go back home." isagi said. the time was almost 5:00 p.m and they all agreed to it — saying goodbyes to one another, you set out walking back home with chigiri.
"you really surprised me back there."
"your reaction was worth it. hehe."
typical [name]. a little prankster ever since middle school. "here, do you want my hand?" chigiri offered you his hand for you to wrapped your hands around it and you did just that. you lean your head on his shoulders while walking to the train station. talking along the way about the day and your opinion on the boys.
"you did great on the match, hyoma. you don't have to think about it that much when you were out half time. i have been watching you that whole match even if i wasn't there. you're my favorite player out there."
it was out of the blue when you said that but it was comforting to him. you are his biggest supporter and he will never let go of that fact. the things you said to comfort him. you always know what his feelings are at the moment.
"thank you, [name]."
you chuckle at his flustered voice.
"that's my duty as your biggest supporter."
you two arrived at the train station and wait for your train to come and board it. it is fortunately empty. you love some quiet times with chigiri on the train.
you lean your head on chigiri's shoulder and close your eyes while holding his hand on the train and hum a melody. "[name], what do you think of me?" he said with a slight nervous. hoping at what you said about him is all positive.
"if im being brutally honest... after you were injured, you care too much about what those people said about your injuries. especially those wanima twins. i hate them. you have me on your back — i will defend you from those types of people but im happy that you're not giving up on soccer. you are a hardworking guy. you are slightly moody though..."
"that's too honest."
"i did said i was brutally honest."
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I Wanna Be Yours - Dalton Lambert
Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, jealous!Dalton
Summary: When you start dating a frat boy, Dalton is jealous but not for the reason you think.
A/N: Wooo! My jealous!Dalton one shot is finally here! I am also gonna be writing another multi part fic for Dalton and I am v excited! Please let me know what you think and I hope you guys all enjoy, I love you all very much! xxx
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You looked up from where you were chopping the veggies for dinner when you heard a quiet huff escape your best friend’s mouth. He pressed play on the crime drama show, letting the opening credits roll before he paused it again. Dalton glanced at you from over his shoulder, making you laugh.
“What?” you asked innocently, giggling when he shook his head, “hey, you wanted to watch the show too,” you accused.
He grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, “yeah but I didn’t realise I’d have to watch you moon over Richard Armitage,” he chuckled before he continued, “uh, are you sure that it’s not weird for you and Chris to be coming out with me and my parent’s tomorrow?”
Dalton’s parents were getting back together and they were coming to town to have dinner with their son. They had very kindly extended the invitation to include you and Chris, knowing how close the three of you were.
“I can’t speak for Chris but I like your parents,” it was true, you did like them, they were really nice people.
Dalton snorted out a laugh, “you’re just saying that because you fancy my dad.”
You flushed at his words but didn’t deny them because he was right, you did fancy his dad. Dalton’s dad was hot, “I thought we had agreed that we’d never speak of that conversation again,” you mumbled.
You had been very drunk when you had admitted to Dalton that you fancied his dad, it was his fault for dragging you to the frat party in the first place. He grinned at your words and you couldn’t stop looking at him as his cheeks dimpled. You should have been paying attention because the knife slipped and pain shot through your finger.
“Fuck!” you gasped and dropped the knife.
Dalton frowned as he heard the metal clatter on the kitchen surface and he immediately made his way over, “Y/N, let me see it.”
You shook your head quickly, blood made you feel queasy, “I’m sure it’s fine,” you shielded it from view.
“Angel,” Dalton’s voice was firm as he looked into your eyes but he still flushed as the pet name fell from his lips, “let me see it,” he repeated, causing you to nod and he pulled your hand to him gently to inspect the wound.
You sucked in a breath as you refused to look at it, “am I bleeding loads?” you asked and Dalton hummed.
“Yep, I think we’re gonna have to cut it off.”
“What?!” you yelped, completely losing your head.
Dalton grinned up at you with an apologetic look on his face, “sorry, I was kidding, it’s not deep, you just need a band aid,” he walked over to the kitchen cupboard to get his first aid kit. Dalton decided at the start of the second year that he wanted to live off campus.
You watched him as he did so and he went to pull out a Spider-Man band aid, “wait! I want a Superman one,” you flushed as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow but nodded all the same as he walked back over to you.
He was extremely gentle as he put the band aid on, “I thought that Spider-Man was your favourite?” he asked.
You forced a weak smile, “he is, I just fancied a change,” you blushed, you could hardly tell him that the reason for the change was because Superman was his favourite.
He accepted this though as he smiled and brought your finger to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it, “there you go.”
“You smiled, “thanks, I’m sorry about the veggies.”
Dalton laughed as he shook his head, “they don’t belong on pizza anyway.”
Almost 24 hours later, you were sitting across from Dalton, Josh was next to him with Renai and Chris on either side of you. Dalton had had a bit of a haircut, it wasn’t much shorter but it looked good and you could barely keep your eyes away. But, it was okay, you were an expert on sneaking glances at your best friend.
Finally, the conversation turned from classes to your life beyond them, Dalton and Chris talked about the frat parties they’d attended, Josh looked proud while Renai looked protective. You were contented to simply listen and eat your food.
Renai looked at you with a soft smile, “and what about you sweetie?”
Before you could answer, Chris smirked over at you, “she didn’t tell you? She’s got a date on Saturday.”
You glared at her while Renai gushed, “that’s amazing! Tell us all about it.”
You laughed and you were about to launch into the story when Dalton spoke up, “it’s the guy from the frat party,” it was a statement not a question and your smile dropped slightly as you looked over at him.
He had no expression on his face, it was in eyes, eyes that were once the warm blue colour of the ocean were now two chips of ice, “you never told me.”
Josh threw you a look that you couldn’t decipher before he looked at his son with a light laugh, “does she have to tell you? Are you her dad?”
Dalton said nothing as he looked down at his plate and pushed his food around. The tension was slightly awkward but with Josh cracking jokes it soon dissipated but Dalton didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night.
When it came for you to go home, he let you take a cab with Chris – he normally insisted on taking you right to your door. He muttered to Chris about texting him when she got home but he said nothing to you. When he wrapped one arm around you in a poor attempt of a hug his body was rigid. You didn’t know what his problem was. Was he really that annoyed that you hadn’t told him? You decided to text him when you got back to the dorm.
You: what the hell is your problem?
The text went unanswered which pissed you off.
Your date with Brad was nice, he was really sweet and nothing like the usual frat boy. Even when his friends called him halfway through dessert to try and get him to a watch a ball game with them, he opted to stay with you, and he even walked you home afterwards. You let him kiss you beneath the streetlight outside your dorm building.
When Chris put a message in the group chat asking you how the date went, you told her everything. Dalton stayed silent. The happy bubble that the date had created in your chest when you realised he’d been reading all the messages but he hadn’t cared enough to reply. Fine, you thought, if he wasn’t going to care about you then you weren’t going to care about him. He couldn’t have it both ways.
You barely lasted a week without seeing or speaking to Dalton but it was the longest you’d ever gone without any contact from him. You were hurt but you still decided to enjoy yourself, you weren’t going to wallow in your misery. Though you were pissed off and when he hadn’t tried to reach out you decided to go to his apartment and get answers for yourself.
You knocked on the door of his apartment and there was silence behind the door, but you saw a shadow from the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You rolled your eyes as the shadow stayed there but the door didn’t open.
“I know you’re there, Dalton. I can see your feet,” a thunk came from the other side of the door and you vaguely wondered if he’d leaned his head against it before the door swung open.
He looked good in grey sweatpants and a white tee, he looked tired like he hadn’t slept in days and he raised an eyebrow as he lingered in the doorway. You swallowed as you looked at his face, “can I come in?” he stood aside to let you in, you walked in and decided to cut to the chase, “what’s your problem, Dalton?”
He sighed and shrugged petulantly as he leaned his hip against the counter, “I didn’t want to bother you while you were dating your lost cause.”
“Lost cause? Brad’s really nice, you don’t have to be a dick.”
Dalton rolled his eyes, “oh come on Y/N don’t be so naïve, I’m sure all frat guys start out nice before they’re slipping something into your drink. They’re all the same.”
You could tell that he believed what he was saying but it looked like there was something else on his mind, “it’s not just that though is it? Dalton, you’re being a complete ass right now but you’re my best friend. What’s going on?”
Dalton sighed and his eyes softened, he raked a hand through his hair as he looked away from you. He took a deep breath as he looked back at your face, “I’m jealous.”
You frowned, “Dalton, even though I’m dating someone I’m not gonna stop hanging around with you and Chris, you guys are my friends, my family,” you completely missed the point.
Dalton’s eyes widened, “are you really that oblivious?” when you raised a questioning eyebrow he continued, fiddling with his fingers, “I’m jealous because I’ve fallen for you. Fallen for the girl who travelled an hour out of the city just to get my favourite hangover cure, the girl who would literally stay up with me over FaceTime when The Further got really bad. I love you, Y/N. I can’t keep pretending I don’t. I’m sorry that I’ve been a dick but,” he stammered, “the thought of you with someone else broke my heart.”
You were silent as your stomach lurched and you stared at him, he stared back before he swallowed nervously as hurt filled his blue eyes, “you can’t do this, Dalton.”
“What?” he whispered.
“Do you know how hard it was trying to get over you? To convince myself you only saw me as a friend. Loving you breaks my heart, Dalton. Brad was only ever meant to be a distraction,” you trailed off, not finishing the sentence.
“But, you actually like him,” Dalton finished for you and you nodded.
A part of you was screaming to just give in to him and tell him that you still loved him, the feelings that you had almost talked yourself out of came rushing back. You were fixed in place as Dalton walked over to you, resting a finger against your chin.
“You need to tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me anymore, tell me and we’ll forget this, we’ll stay friends and I’ll get over you and let you be happy. But Y/N, if there is one part of you that still has feelings for me, please Y/N, please just let me love you.”
You didn’t say anything, how could you? You couldn’t say that you would drop everything to be with him, even for just a night. What you felt must have been clear in your face because Dalton leaned in, his eyes flicking to your face to look for any sign you were going to reject him or any sign that you didn’t want this. When he didn’t find either he kissed you so softly.
“We need to talk about this, properly,” you whispered as he pulled away from you.
“I know.”
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wildlife4life · 2 months
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Tagged by the super amazing @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @try-set-me-on-fire @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 and @diazsdimples. Thank you all so much and I am super excited for your upcoming works!
Another tag day, another snippet of NFL Buck. Back to Eddie's perspective! This time, we are delving into this au's version of his and Shannon's background and relationship. WOOO! (Every previous NFL Buck post can be found here) Enjoy!
Buck gave Eddie a very befuddled look, "Um, if this is your way of breaking up with me, I think you skipped a few major steps here." Eddie rolled his eyes, "Make sure the equipment manager gives you an extra thick helmet Buckley. All those previous head injuries are catching up to you." His boyfriend gave a half hearted glare, but didn't make a comment, allowing Eddie to explain. "They're for Shannon." "Ohhhh." Evan finally caught on and Eddie can't help but roll his eyes again. "I keep forgetting your un-repressed ass is still married to a woman." The jerk had the audacity to crack jokes and give Eddie a cocky grin. "And that makes you my mistress." Eddie fired back. "Meh." His boyfriend shrugged uncaring. Which is fair because he's the mistress who beat the odds and convinced the husband to leave his wife. Though did it count if the wife left first? Eddie shook his head, pushing aside that thought, knowing it would lead down an emotionally twisted path he didn't want to get into at the moment. Picking up the divorce papers, Eddie returned them to the manilla envelope labeled with only Shannon's name. "Look, with the move to Houston I am obligated to inform Christopher's mother of his whereabouts. I did the same when we moved to Austin, though back then I was hoping that by telling her we were out from under my parents roof, she would return." Buck grimaced, "Considering you showed up for our not-a-date, date, that didn't happen." Eddie nods, unable to meet the younger man's saddened gaze. The hurt and anger towards his soon to be ex-wife, was all twisted up with a healthy dose of guilt and the love he would always have for her. It felt unfair to Evan to still love her. His feelings towards Shannon used to be less complicated. Before Eddie bent under his parents expectations, she was one of his closets friends. Much like Buck, she was easy to talk to, made him laugh, and didn't pressured him to be anything more than himself. Eddie never did express his disinterest in girls to her or how his eyes tended to linger a little too long on some the guys on the football team (he has a type, repressed or not). The subject of girls and dating didn't come up, until his dad made an off hand comment about his son not bringing any dates home to meet. Eddie panicked. And when Eddie panicked, he came up with some awful ideas. Kissing Shannon after his baseball game because he knew she had feelings for him beyond friendship, was one his worst. Back then, Eddie hoped that treating Shannon as more than friend would lead to feelings of actual attraction and romantic love. It didn't. Further expectations, additional pressure lead to more panic and stupid decisions. Then one day during his senior year, Eddie found himself with a positive pregnancy test in hand and Shannon begging him for a solution. He was down on one knee with a ring his mother shoved into his hands two days later (Eventually Eddie would learn the silver band with a small lone diamond was a promise ring from Adriana's cheating ex.) Shannon said yes, Eddie's Uncle Paco ordained their wedding at the local rec center, and Christopher Edmundo Diaz was born May 8th, 2008, just after Shannon took her last final (her water broke as she handed in her math test). When Eddie held his son, he instantly knew, his entire heart belonged to this tiny little boy, but right on the heels of that love came the cold dredges of panic. On May 9th, 2008 Eddie acted upon yet another awful idea and signed up for the Army. Neither he nor Shannon made it to their high school graduation. Instead the first tear in their relationship was being formed with angry shouts, heartbroken sobs, and a hastily packed duffle tossed into an old truck.
I will admit, I am not the biggest Shannon fan, but I am not a Shannon basher either. Her and Eddie both made mistakes, and that will be shown in this au, as Shannon was a big part of Eddie's journey and the mother of his child. Hope you all enjoyed!
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Reader is deity of a sauna
Sun Wukong
“Now everyone, when we meet this being please refer to them in a neutral term. Their people see them in many many forms and I don’t think they take kindly to make breaking anymore rules- after I broke a couple with them.”
MK and Mei nod while Sandy claps excitedly, “We’re going to a Sauna!!! YES! The right place to relax and admire your growth when it comes to glow ups!” Sun nods lightly, “Exactly this deity is a being of growth, and relaxation. I don’t want them to worry to much.”
“So they’re a deity of the sauna?”
“No they’re a descendant of the being who cultivates in self growth. They created this hot tub and Sauna as a form of respect to their great grandparent, and many people who came in, came out happy, exhilarating and well: they changed.” Ping shifts his glasses, a cool glint pierces them before he grabs his book.
“This being is also known for their beauty, grace and tidiness! Sooo MK please don’t ruin anything treasure to them.”
“Will do!” MK smiles before falling onto the doorstep. “Starting now…hehe.”
The doors open, someone’s hand appears following with a robe and long hair. “Sun Wukong?”
“That-That’s them!? They’re so…” Pigsy’s eyes sparkle with pure adoration. “Beautiful.”
“|Name| meet my crew!” They bow respectfully, “You have my thanks for taking care of Sun Wukong, he’s a hero in my eyes: though he made a few bad choices he’s always welcomed to be rehabilitated.” The deity steps forward now behind MK. “Who’s the adorable child.” Scooping him up they admire him. “Such gorgeous eyes.”
“Yet very emotionally distressed.” Another step, and MK was being carried inside, suddenly a string of the robe grabs Mei and Pigsy. “Come along. Ah you must be Sandy, one of my workers know of you, let’s get going I wish for you to be comfortable.”
Sun Wukong blushes lightly as his tail slightly droops, ‘Hm no headpats from them. Odd..’ As they got their new customers situated they pull Sun aside and hug him. “You’ve been gone awhile and now you’re back?” He chuckles. “Not all the way back but I’m sure you missed me?”
“Of course I did, you bring new friends and come back all stressed, emotional and I can tell you’re close to relapsing: what happened.” Sun Wukong sighs, leaning into their arms. “I’m…not sure honestly..” their hand rubs his face. “Stay as long as you like dear, Monkie King you need to be careful with your choices.”
Macaque
“Macaque is here.” Sun Wukong winces as a booming voice leaves the sauna. “IS THAT SO!?”
Soon an angry deity walks out then charges at Macaque who was ready to be pummeled but instead their hands held his face as he was then smothered. “My poor sweetheart!! What happened, where were you? Was my caregiving not enough? Was I too smothering?” He sighs. “No no- I just wanted to get us home.”
“Dear no matter what, you’ll always be my home.” He hugs |Name| close, allowing them to peck his cheek multiple times before they hold Macaque’s hand and help him inside. “Let’s go. I have so much warmth and sleeping space for you.” MK sighs then yells loudly. “FINALLLYYYY!!!!!”
“FINALLY SOME REST!” He cries softly while the deity chuckles a bit. “Consider this your home too.” Macaque stares at them, with a gentle squeeze |Name| turns to him then the two share a warm smile.
Red son
“Red son?”
“Yes Red son- Please!!!!” The door opens, a couple of men and women peek out from the sauna. “My workers and I will do all we can to help him relax.”
“YES- thank you! You rule!! WOOO! Red son come on.” Red son grumbles, walking towards them while they step aside and guide them in. Mei giggles happily while walking with the duo of boys to the sauna. “Look at this place! It’s so gorgeous!”
“Well of course, this is the sauna of healing! Anyone that comes in, will leave feeling like a new person!”
Two women bow and show them their robes, “I’m not wearing that!? What if it exposes me!?” |Name|’s towering form leans down, “We can’t have that, come along. I’ll take you to my quarters.” He blushes with a sigh but follows them, they then show him their own hot tub. “Comfort is what I seek out. Now, relax.”
The demon prince stood there, as the deity got ready to leave he spoke. “Do you ever miss what we shared together?”
“Always…”
“Were we ever broken apart?”
“Never my king. You’ve always been my prince.” The blush he wore darkens. “So will you, beloved deity of healing…Grace me with your company?” They chuckle happily as they hold Red Son’s hand to nuzzle him. “Of course my king.”
Ne Zha
“This guy really needs a break!” Ne Zha glares at Sun Wukong while |Name| acknowledges their presence but still felt annoyance grace them. “Sun Wukong let Ne Zha, handle his own affairs and quit meddling with us.”
“But |Naaaaameeee|!!”
“AHT AHT! Quit! I’m a deity of healing, growth and rejuvenation!” Sun Wukong nods. “So?”
“Ne Zha would you like to be rejuvenated?” The male chuckles, “If it’s anything involving being with you my dear then I accept.”
“Thank you.” The deity turns, then focuses on their settings within the sauna once more. “….You still need to ask them for their companionship.”
“Sun Wukong. You know neither of us do what humans do.”
“Wait you’re already together!?” He looks between the two, “Yes, we just don’t reciprocate any romantic feelings. It’s more of we care for one another and are willing to express the companionship we share emotionally but in terms of romance it doesn’t matter to us.”
Sun Wukong hums. “You both are perfect for each other…”
“Thank you, |Name| and I agree.” |Name| sits with the two and they continue enjoying their teas while Macaque joins in soon after sitting beside Sun Wukong.
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connor mckinley:
okay so basically prev propaganda but the part i wrote about the song where they repress their trauma. connor leads that song. so anyway connor is the district leader of the district nine mormons in uganda. during his song he talks about how he is gay and represses his gay thoughts forcibly (religious trauma wooo) but ANYWAY. so long story short post canon everyone characterizes him as some feminine gay twinkboy who is incapable of doing anything whereas people characterize kevin as some big strong alpha male who dominates him. its terrible. kevin is literally the one who has no special talents unless you count evangelizing which yes hes good at but only in america, once he gets to uganda he fails. CONNOR on the other hand was appointed a district leader position which means that he has a strong sense of leadership and is able to control a bunch of nineteen year old boys which takes a lot of mental strength. he also dances/takes dance class so you KNOW hes fit/athletic and you KNOW hes lifting the girls for routines so if either of them were going to be strong it would be connor. JUST BECAUSE HE WEARS PINK ONCE AND HAS A PART IN HIS SONG ABOUT BEING GAY AND SAYS "OH EM GOSH YOU GUYS" DOESNT MEAN HE IS INCAPABLE OF ANYTHING AT ALL!!!!!!! HE IS SO CAPABLE!!!!! DUDE REPRESSED EVERY NEGATIVE FEELING HE HAD AND HAD SO MUCH INTERNAL HATRED AND DEALT WITH HELLDREAMS EVERY NIGHT AND STILL TOOK LEAD OF A DOZEN 19 YEAR OLDS IN UGANDA. HE IS VERY VERY CAPABLE.
white:
ok since his twin is like the super edgy anarchist biker guy, people then go "okay and this is the sweeter softer one of the two <3." it doesn't help that like his story arc is him going from like a socially liberal centrist who doesn't understand systematic inequality to eventually you know, being an official part of the anarchist biker gang, because that means at the start when the gang was doing some more morally dubious things he went "guyssss we shouldn't do those things" and then people stuck with that and forgot that his opinion on such things changes. like his whole thing is being strategic and subtle while Black, his twin, is about dramatic public actions. like by the end he doesn't disagree with Black's methods, he just thinks manipulating things in such a manner to raise public support that doesn't alienate their cause from more moderate folks is important. he has diplomat training and cares about pr, he's not a pacifist.
also I feel like people erase his bisexuality a lot too because he's endgame with Sean and then also go and make him the uwu innocent one in their relationship. like babes are we forgetting the opening scene of him as an adult is after he hooked up with his girlfriend in Russia (that he might have been living with? unclear, it was only one scene). also don't forget that he made out with Eugene. he didn't have to do that. anyways he's not an uwu so innocent gay boy who has never progressed pass kissing before.
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pablitogavii · 1 year
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Summary: You and Gavi spend a cozy Saturday evening playing FIFA against each other at home :)
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x You
Warnings: none/ pure fluff <3
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"Amor, I have to play football seven days a week already..." Pablo whined but you really wanted to play FIFA together so you can show him your new skills.
"Pleeeaase Gavinho!!!" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he sighed nodding his head making you jump and kiss his lips in excitement.
"Alright, which team will you be?" he asked while taking the controller and smiling at your childish excitement while turning on the game.
"Barça ofc!" you said pretending to be offended with his question and he raised his hands in surrender turning on your controller and giving it to you.
"If I win we spend the rest of the night cuddling" Pablo said while picking up Barça as well deciding to make some changes to the line up.
"And if I win the whole internet needs to know who has better skills" you say with a proud smile sitting down and waiting for him to finish so you can start the game.
"Damn it! You've gotten better" Pablo said and you smirked nodding your head and stealing a ball from him rushing towards the opposite goal.
"No...no...no!" he said running after you but none of his players could catch you if they tried.
"Goal! Wooo!" you cheered while he kept a cold face although thinking to himself how cute you looked all passionate about something. (gif)
"Lucky beginning" he said and you kissed his nose picking up your controller and continuing the game.
You gave two more by the time first half came and he avoided your eyes waiting for the game to load for the second half.
"Awe, I can let you win if you want Gavinho?" you tease poking his cheek and he looks at you giving you a challenging look before the game resumed.
He did score one goal in the second half but right before the last minute you got another one in, ending with score 4:1.
"I think we now know who got mad skills, Mr. Barça Golden Boy" you said turning off the controller and putting them away while he sat there with a big pout.
"Awe, my big baby. What's up huh?" you said straddling his lap and snaking your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders while his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer.
"I really wanted those cuddles.." he mumbled into your neck and you smiled wide running your hands through his messy brown curls earning a groan from him.
"You're so cute, mi amor. You first need to tell the world who has best FIFA skills and then you can get all the cuddles you want, deal?" you say and he looks up a smile appearing back on his face which made you happy. You leaned down to peck his lips quickly before pulling away.
You took your phone out ready to film the video while he kept you on his lap and tried hiding his face into your neck which made you giggle.
"The poor baby doesn't know how to lose...did you lose against me Mr. Gavi?" you mock trying to move but all you could capture was his face stuffed into your neck.
"You lost.." he lied and you moved more forcing him to look at the camera with a charming smile. You definitely understood why he became such a catch, he was defiantly so photogenic.
"You lost! Tell people who's got real mad skills!" you say but he kept denying trying to tickle you but you stopped him as he grabbed his phone starting to film you as well.
"Yes I lost...My girl's got real mad FIFA skills. Are you happy now?" he said and you smirked proudly nodding your head turning off your camera but he kept on recording. You posted a video on your story and tagged him.
"Amor?" he said and you looked up from your phone noticing that camera was still in your face so you gave him a confused look.
"Huh?" you said and he smiled at your adorable confused face.
"Eres linda bebe" he said and you blushed hard now hiding your own face into his neck as he ended the video posting it on his story with a big red heart.
"I'm gonna go make us some hot coco and then we can cuddle? Want to pick a movie mi amor?" you say after pulling away and he nodded smiling wide that you will still give him cuddles even though he lost.
While you were away, he took a chance to post a picture on Instagram tagging you in it ofc.
pablogavi
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She's got mad FIFA skills hehe<3 @y.n
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comments:
y.n you're so cute <33
pablogavi: te amo <33
pablogavifanss: awe! so cute!
gavipedrifanhouse: It's so cute that you guys play FIFA together! #couplegoals !!!
pedri: maybe we should have her take your spot in the team? @fcbarcelona. liked by fcbarcelona and others
pablogavi: shut up!!
y.n: hehe
soccerfans: such a cute couple!
gavirafans: @y.n is such a good and normal girl. she is perfect for Gavi and keeps him humble and happy. Take care of our boy! <3
y.n you're so sweet <3
gavirafans: OMG! hi!! love you!! <333
gaviyngoals: love to see the love they have for each other!!!
"I love you so much, did you know that?" you say standing at the door frame with two mugs of hot coco in your hands and he put his phone away opening his arms.
"Te amo muito! Come here cuddle bug!" he said and you giggled putting the mugs on the nightstand before rushing on top of him with a laugh.
"I let you score than one goal btw.." you say and you both burst out in laughter while getting comfortable to spend the rest of the evening carefree in bed.
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napofamoon · 9 months
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wooo! congrats on 1k 🎉 so proud of you moon! 🥹 i hope you're proud of you too ^^ for the drabble event, is it ok if i req #4 on your prompt idea list (strangers2lovers: summer pool party) w/ soobin?
hm i honestly picture this prompt happening at like a evening/night rooftop pool party with the warm summer breeze~ but pls pls pls feel free to write it however you'd like! you have complete creative freedom i was just visualizing heheh
ik you probably have alot of reqs plus the sex ed fic so it's ok if you don't get around to doing this one, imma still be reading everything else u release 🫶
p.s this is my first time ever sending you and ask , i mainly just like & rb 😭
feel like summer event .. !
hi anonie <3 thank you for liking and rbing so much 🥺 and thank you for sending in your first ask!! its lovely to have you here~ i hope you enjoy this soobie fic!
warning: strangers2lovers, soft dom!soob, possessiveness (can be seen as being on the toxic side), slight dumbification, praise
soft summer breeze against your skin when you arrive to the rooftop pool party that your friend yeonjun was throwing. you didn’t know many people there, but you found it comforting just looking out into the distance with a good drink in your hand. the sun was setting and although the music was getting louder, you didn’t mind much.. until someone sits next to you. you didn’t recognize him at first— his sunglasses covered his face but when he takes them off to hang them on his shirt, you recognized him immediately. soobin was his name, and you only knew of him because he was good friends with yeonjun, but never had the two of you actually interacted before this moment.
nice sunset huh? he asks, taking a sip of his beer when you turn your attention back to the scenery. yeah, you exhale in a state of slight relaxation. so you both sat there for what feels like hours, enjoying the presence of each other while watching the sun set into the horizon. you both don’t even realize the party had been over until yeonjun comes towards you guys with a bright smile— he had suspected you two spent the night talking, but thats a conversation for another day. hey, guys. i’m gonna head out but feel free to stay longer if you’d like.
you take a glance at soobin, and his eyes meet yours. he returned the smile when you gave him a knowing one and replied, okay, we’re just gonna stay up here for a bit then. your friend leaves, giving the privacy you and the boy next to you have been craving the whole night. i didnt know anyone here besides jjun, so thank you for sitting by me, you smile, standing up from your spot. maybe we could do this again? i mean.. i always see you around so, maybe next time we could actually talk, he laughs softly, rubbing his neck in an awkward manner. but somehow his words were anything but awkward and a connection towards them was made.
and ever since then you and soobin hung out together. starting slow at first— casual small talk at summer parties. and the longer you knew him personally, the longer and more deep the conversations grew.
im so happy i met you, you whisper softly, cupping his cheek in your hand soothingly as you both laid down on your bed facing each other. me too, he mumbles back, face inching towards yours slowly until your lips meet. longing for one another was now fulfilled with soft and gentle touches, his body over yours as you give yourself to him for the first of many times.
his hands slowly peel off your clothes, one by one they end up on the ground.. and with each one off, soobin kisses your soft skin with so much love. each press of his lips against your body not only increases your arousal, but shows how much he wanted to have you underneath him.. loving you sweetly with his body against yours, something he had only dreamed about before. your hands against his skin, also removing his clothes but instead of kisses, your hands rub areas of his skin you’ve never seen before. words like honey are exchanged between the two of you, complimenting and awing each other at a state of vulnerability. soft touches that lingered and grew more erotic..
fuck, you’re beautiful, he moans, dick deep inside of you, you could almost feel it in your heart. all for me.. he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours and the sounds of your small moans and whimpers encourages him to pick up his speed. s-soobin.. ah! you gasp, whining while wrapping your legs around his waist. he gives you a soft smile, panting softly and intertwining his hand into yours and pinning it next to your head. feels good? he softly kisses your jaw, dick continuing to hit into your cunt in the best ways possible. the only words you could mumble out was his name and yes, followed by a loud wail when his speed picks up.
such a good girl, he moans against your lips, running his free hand up against the back of your thigh.. towards your hip and pressing you against the mattress. the new angle of his hips hitting into yours makes you see stars. feels good hm? wanted to do this to you.. wanted to have you like this for so long, he whispers against your ear, words as smooth as caramel feeding into your orgasm as it quickly approaches. so so happy youre mine now.. all mine.
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foreverinadais · 2 years
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tension: m.k
summary: arguing with marc is infuriating- steven and jake decide to take it into their own hands and plan a date night that backfires. luckily, there’s still hope in a zip. moon boys x reader but primarily marc x reader
warnings: gn but reader wears a dress, language, TENSION (mostly involving a zip) , marc being a little bit of a dick, angst, fluff, suggestive content ;)
word count: 4393- this took me days but it’s finally done so wooo
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It was strange. You weren’t used to the feeling of pure anger seeing his face. Love, yes. Passion? Of course. The desire to press your lips fiercely to his until neither of you could breathe? Possibly the most beguiling of all. But anger? Sheer agitation? The desire to cover his mouth with your hand so he would shut up?
You and Marc were indulged in a weeklong (and going strong) argument. Everything he did infuriated every fibre of your being. The same could be said for Marc. It appeared that anything either of them did end in 3 variations: a screaming match of venom, a silent treatment, or a dramatic slam of a door. Most often, it was all three.
You were beginning to struggle. You didn’t want to argue with Marc, nor did it bring you any sort of gratification. But his smug face, his insufferable insults, his snide smirks… all of it was a constant reminder of why you were in an argument in the first place.
“He’s ignoring me.” you had said to Steven on the 5th day, sat opposite him at the dinner table and taking a drawn-out sip of coffee, “It’s pissing me off. You know, his silence is worse than his presence.”
“ ‘m sorry, lovie. I wish there was something I could do.” You expression of annoyance softened as you took in Steven’s worried features. It wasn’t his, nor Jake’s fault, this argument was happening. No, it was Marc Spector’s. so it wasn’t fair they were suffering, too. you reached the short distance over to the table to his hand, squeezing it softly in comfort.
“It’s not your fault, Steven. There isn’t anything you can do, and that’s okay. Let’s just talk about something else, yeah? Anything interesting happen at the museum?”
It was becoming suffocating in the small flat you shared with all 3 boys, the added conflicted something none of you wanted nor needed. The tension was palpable. It left a stench behind with it, even when Marc wasn’t fronting.
“We need to do something, Jake. I mean, it’s getting unbearable, innit? Ridiculous, even. Feels cold in the room when I front after him.” Steven was most concerned about the predicament. With you and Marc arguing, it put a damper on moments, his moments, and made everything feel off. Jake agreed, and the two devised a plan: operation date night which will certainly solve everything and probably end in a shag- name courtesy of Steven.
Tonight was the moment you’d been dreading since Steven proposed it to you just last night. You were currently stood in front of the mirror, struggling with zipping the back of your dress up. “Jake?” you called out and within seconds, he was there, eyeing you up and down through the mirror in front of you.
“Hmm?”
“Need help, please.” He smiled, walking to where you were stood. He could sense you were stressed, nervous even, and he knew you thought this plan was ‘stupid and unnecessary, no offence, Steven.’
“Of course, mi amor.” His gloved hands were slightly rough on your skin as he made a point of trailing them up your spine, but it felt pleasing, all the same. “You look so fuckin’ hot.”
“And who said chivalry was dead?” You joked, smiling at him through the mirror, not surprised to see his eyes wandering lower. “Thank you, Jake.” He met your eyes then, and you turned around, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. This changed, however, when you quickly tried to deepen it, hands going to the shirt he was wearing.
“Sorry, Cariño, time for your date.” You gasped in mock surprise, bottom lip pouting out dramatically.
“But I don’t want tooooo.” Jake rolled his eyes at your childish tone, smiling all the same as he raised your chin with two fingers.
“It’ll be fine. Need you two to make up now, both so damn stubborn, and we just want to go back to not living in a war zone, eh?” You sighed, knowing he was right, a part of you wanting this night to be over with, but another wanting it to magically fix everything.
“ ‘m sorry, I know it isn’t either of your faults. If he wasn’t such an arsehole sometimes-”
“Eh, c’mon, relax. I know it’s annoying, but nothing’ll get sorted if you both don’t try.” He tried to lessen the stern tone in his voice by placing a kiss on your forehead, “And besides, Steven’s put his blood, sweat and tears making this evening perfect. Think he wishes he was going on the date.” That made you laugh, partly at how sweet he was, and partly because you could imagine him rushing around planning a date that he wasn’t even going on.
“Your right. And I’ll try for both- all of you.” He grinned, squeezing your chin slightly before turning to leave, leaning forward so his breath was fanning over your lips before he hastily turned away. “Wha- oi! What was that?”
“Later. Have fun on your date, sweetheart!” You shook your head as he left the room, your nerves almost diminishing thanks to Jake’s distraction techniques. No less than a few moments of Jake being in your presence, the sound of the door clicking open echoed in the flat, and your eyes flickered to where Marc had exited the bathroom.
Your gaze met in the mirror, and you instantly felt deflated. By the look on his face, it was a similar story, stern look never faltering as he walked to the closet to retrieve his jacket. He hadn’t even regarded your outfit, nor offered so much as a smile, and you felt suddenly… sad. Jake’s words were flashing in your brain. Of course, you wanted to solve this. So, you would try.
“Let’s go.” Marc muttered, already on the way to the car. You sighed, grabbing your bag and following behind. It was going to be a long night.
The car ride was mind-numbingly silent. After having a debate in your mind about what to say, you decided that ultimately, it was best if you said nothing at all; silence would be the best-case scenario for this evening. It was the longest time you had been in each other’s company without conflict for well over a week now, and with this energy that was vibrating throughout the air… anything could trigger the storm.
You couldn’t help but sneak peeks at him, though. He was wearing a suit that perfectly strained against his arms, complimented his skin just right, and that one good cologne that smelled like him and only him. It was overwhelming, how much you realised you missed this, missed him, suddenly wanting nothing more than to cup his cheeks and kiss him at the next red light.
But he kept his gaze trained firmly on the road, his hands to himself. You felt an odd nostalgia for the times before, not quite realising the toll the argument had on you. But you wouldn’t apologise, not until he did first- or at least until he made any attempt to stay civil.
“We’re here.” His voice broke the silence, but it was short, sharp. You felt your hurt leap into your throat as you saw the restaurant, saw all the happy couples and displays of love. Even after Marc had parked, he didn’t look at you. The door shut harder than usual when he got out the car, and you thought for a moment he had gone in without you until you saw his shadow appear next to the passenger’s side.
Marc opened the door, waiting for you to step out the car, which you did, almost reluctantly, a part of you thinking it was a joke, awaiting the slam. You thanked him quietly, smoothing down your dress as you stood, trying to avoid eye contact which he clearly had no interest in initiating.
Somehow, the silence was worse on the short walk from the carpark to the restaurant, despite the bustling London traffic, and the lively streets. It felt as if everyone was ignited with passion apart from them, as if everyone was happy and they, clearly, were not.
You felt the familiar urge to grab his hand when you neared the restaurant, a particularly rowdy group of drunk people smoking and mingling outside coming into view. Marc must’ve sensed this, used to affirming you when near situations such as this one, and his reflexes automatically took charge. His rough hand found yours in the dark just to offer some unspoken comfort. It almost took you off guard, the familiar dominant squeeze of his hand, fulfilling the promise that despite it all, he was there.
He kept your hand in his even when you were safely in the restaurant. An odd sense of hope filled you, hope that maybe this night wouldn’t be a total write-off, and that maybe, it’ll solve everything.
“Good evening! Is there a reservation for you today?” The front of house lady asked, attention directed away from where you were stood, still clutching onto Marc.
“It’s, uh, Marc. Marc Spector.”
“Good name, very… desirable. Oh, and a handsome face to match it.” Oh. Your eyes widened slightly. Should you laugh? It wasn’t that serious, right? Probably just some Front of House hospitality. You were surprised to see Marc with a smirk on his face. He made a sound of appreciation and nodded his head as a thank you. “Now, let’s get you to that table.”
The short journey from their current spot to the table was accustomed by many flirty comments sent Marc’s way- none of which he even attempted to turn down. The small hope you had for the evening quickly diminished as you dropped Marc’s hand somewhat forcefully as the woman walked away- not before offering a final flirtatious remark to your boyfriend.
You scoffed as you sat in your seat, skin prickling with annoyance. Marc sat opposite, not even noting you, instead looking through the menu finding it very interesting. You almost wanted to scoff again, dramatically so that he had no choice but to take notice of you. But you didn’t. He doesn’t give a fuck anyway.
“Welcome, are you ready for me to take your order?” You hadn’t even looked at a menu yet.
“I’ll have the-”
“Not quite, sorry.” Awkward. Marc sighed slightly, passing the menu to you half-heartedly and the waiter offered a sympathetic smile.
“Take all the time in the world. But don’t make me wait too long or I might miss you.” You were shocked at the waiter’s blatancy but put it down to him just being nice. Marc, however, clocked the suggestive words, and finally looked up, raising an eyebrow at the waiter who was already leaving.
Your eyes scanned the menu before meeting his, seeing his expression, before he looked away. It was infuriating. Truly. It took everything in you to not roll your eyes, or even to shout, but you willed yourself to remain calm. Remember what Jake had said, remember how hard Steven worked.
“You picked yet?” You were almost surprised to hear his voice.
“Still looking.” You muttered calmly, before settling on the first thing that looked good. “Done.” You didn’t know why you were narrating it, part of you hoping it would fill the uncomfortable aura of the table.
“We all ready over here?” The waiter was back, and you smiled politely up at him, nodding.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Perfect. Now, what can I get for you?”
“I’ll have tonight’s special.”
“My apologies, I seem to have mistaken that for you.” You stammered at his gross attempt at a pick-up line, looking to Marc who’s face was burning. “And you, sir?”
“The steak.” His tone was icy, and you swallowed harshly, feeling incredibly awkward at the situation. The waiter thanked him, smiling at you once more before walking away. “Woah.” Marc said, leaning back in his chair, shaking his head slightly. “That was interesting, eh?”
“What?”
“He was flirting with you.” he stated.
“I know.”
“That’s it?”
“What was I supposed to do? It wasn’t like I reciprocated any of it like someone.”
“Huh?” Marc sat forward on his seat, leaning against his hand. After you remained silent, he repeated a stern, “Huh?”
“You know what, Marc. The blatant flirting with the woman at the front? Yeah, I noticed.”
“Flirting? I was being polite.”
“Well, so was I! At least my polite didn’t involve shoving my tongue down their throat with my mind!”
“Where did that even come from?”
“It came from the fact that you’ve been a complete dick this whole evening,”
“Oh yeah? And how is that Y/N?”
“You’ve barely even looked at me!”
“I’ve been trying to avoid confrontation. And, oh, look, hasn’t fuckin’ worked.”
“Of course it hasn’t, dipshit. Because your not even trying. Do you even wanna fix this?”
“Do you?!” You didn’t realise your voices had been gradually raising until a small cough filled the air. Your head snapped around to see your waiter standing with the food, awkward smile on his face. Your embarrassment deepened further when other people were watching, trying to get a whiff of any conflict they could for good dinner conversation.
You muttered a ‘thank you’ to the waiter as you accepted your meal, shoving the first bite in your mouth to ensure you wouldn’t be the first to say anything else. But Marc didn’t even make a move to talk, eating his steak calmly. It was as if he didn’t even care.
Do you even wanna fix this?
He hadn’t answered. Maybe he didn’t. the thought struck your mind, making you freeze for a moment. you looked at him, at how his jaw tensed with each bite, at how his eyes darted over the table but never at you. Maybe he didn’t. what then? Would you lose all of them? Would he break up with you? Maybe he didn’t even lose you anymore. The thoughts clouded your mind until you threw your fork down, the clatter forcing Marc to look at you.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” You muttered, tears clouding your eyes as you didn’t wait for a reply. It didn’t matter anyway; he wasn’t planning on giving you one.
The ride home was just as silent as the ride there- if not even more unbearable. You kept your eyes trained on the window, watching the passing cars, the trees, the blur of the stars. Your brain was corrupted of thoughts, terrible thoughts, of him, all of them, leaving you. Because they could. You hated to admit the hold they had on your heart. That losing them would make you lose 3 parts of yourself.
You hardly waited for him to stop the car as you got out, slamming the door shut behind you and storming to the flat. You cussed as you realised he had the keys, that the dramatic walk up here was in vain because ultimately, he was just going to have to let you in anyway. You turned away from him, body facing the wall as you felt his presence. You heard the jumble of the keys, heard him unlock the flat door and step aside for you to go in first.
You didn’t look at him, didn’t give him the satisfaction.
Instead, you stormed into the bathroom. You tried to control your now heavy breathing, tried to stop yourself from releasing the emotions that were building up and had been for the past week. But knowing he was going to be fronting all night, that there was no escape from yet another argument or agonising silence, made you feel a sense of dread.
You began to clean your face, the sensation of the cold water against your hot skin calming you slightly. You couldn’t wait to be in bed, sleeping off the terrible night until you saw one of the others in the morning. The sooner you were asleep, the sooner it would be over. You patted your face dry with one of the hung-up towels, exhaling deeply to force out any unwanted emotions- they could wait.
You debated showering, deducing it would be probably beneficial despite the growing tiredness in your body. Sighing, you reached round the back of your dress, trying to feel for the zipper, but to no avail. You groaned, gradually growing more frustrated as you battled with the zip, having it in your fingertips before it slipped out of your grasp.
It carried on like this for a few minutes, which felt like hours with how agitated you already were. Anger bubbled in your belly as you tried, with no success, one last time, the zip physically jamming as you tugged it slightly.
“SHIT.” You all but shouted, leaning against the wall in defeat. You couldn’t shimmy out of it, nor could you rip it, as much as that felt like the only option. Shit. It left one thing left, the literally last-case scenario. You would have to swallow your pride, put on a civil face, talk to the man who was being infuriating… but if you wanted to sleep, it had to be done.
Unlocking the door, you felt an odd sense of defeat as you left the bathroom, feet carrying you to where Marc was sat on the sofa, drinking from a beer bottle. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly, tie discarded somewhere in the abyss of the flat, and you couldn’t help but swallow slightly at how attractive he was. It made desire bubble in your stomach, and mixed with the frustration, it wasn’t a good combination.
You coughed slightly to get his attention, but you weren’t heard over his own thoughts, or his own conversation with his alters that he was most probably having. You rolled your eyes, mostly at yourself, knowing you would have to ask for his help. “Marc?” You said as civilly as you could possibly muster, shifting on your feet as his gaze turned to your, surprised.
He rose his eyebrow in response, a small, unspoken motion for you to continue. “M-My dress… the zips broke. Fuck, can you help me?” Marc felt a smirk rise on his lips as he took in your nervous demeanour, feeling suddenly cocky that you were asking for his help. But he hid it, deciding to be the bigger person, as that was clearly what you were trying to do by coming to him.
“What’s the magic word?” He inquired jokingly, though it came across as sarcastic. You all but rolled your eyes, the familiar feeling of agitation rising like bile in your throat.
“Really?” He shrugged, putting his bottle on the side.
“You want my help?” He’s such an asshole with his stupid shirt and his stupid body and his stupid gorgeous face-
“Fine. Please?” This time, he did smirk, wiping his hands on his thighs though his trousers and standing up.
“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he muttered, coming close to you. You huffed, feeling your heart race as he got closer- the closest he had been to you in a while. You tried to avoid his eye contact as he came in front of you, tried to ignore the growing heat in your stomach which was slowly spreading throughout your body. His expression was stoic as he whispered, “turn around.” With only a little bit of hesitation, you did, inhaling shakily as you felt his hot breath on your neck.
There was no movement for a moment as he examined the situation. You could all but feel his eyes burning holes into your skin, goose bumps prickling the back of your neck. Finally, his hand came up, gently brushing any stray hair away from the area, just as an excuse to touch your skin. You almost gasped as one of his hands came down just above the zip on your skin, holding lightly as his fingers danced around the zip. Slowly, teasingly, he dragged it down, no resistance meeting him as it glided down your back- and with it, his fingers.
They left a little trail down your skin, your back arching slightly into his touch, as he pulled the zip lower and lower… before stopping. You felt his hot breath in your ear as he leaned close, not dropping his hands as he whispered , “All done.” Your eyes fluttered slightly as you relished in his touch slightly, the air around you feeling stuffy with lust and want.
And then, his touch was gone. You broke out of your daze, turning around to see him stalking back over the sofa. You scoffed, shaking the thoughts out of your head as you walked over to where he was. “What the fuck was that?” You still felt your skin burning, pissed that he was so calm.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You groaned at his nonchalance, all the feelings from the past week suddenly desperate to spill out.
“You’ve barely looked at me all-night and now your just gonna do that and-and that’s it?”
“I just did what you asked me to do, baby. That’s all.”
“I asked you to help with my dress, not for a touch-up!”
“So you didn’t like it?” You froze, trying to shake your head but the hesitation was evident. “Don’t lie to me. I could feel you tryna arch into my touch. Is that right, hmm?” You swallowed harshly, trying to keep a strong façade as your body failed you.
“Your so cocky, Marc.” You tried to sound harsh, but your voice came out as small, a whimper compared to his mocking chuckle.
“Is that so?” He was stood up again, walking over to you with a primal look in his eyes. But you didn’t step away, didn’t give him the satisfaction as you held his eye contact.
“You’ve been acting like a dick all week. Especially tonight.” You say, voice more confident than before. Marc stopped just before you, and your voice broke as you repeated, “You barely looked at me all-night.” Surprisingly, his cold manner broke, face softening as he took you in. You looked away, finding it overwhelming to be this close to him after the gruelling week of conflict.
Marc sighed, shaking his head slightly as he muttered, “Your right.” You looked up at him, shock mustering in your features at his words. “I didn’t even try to fix things. I should’ve, but I was too… ‘stubborn’ as Steven would say.” You nodded, agreeing with him, “But I did look at you. Fuck, you look… you always look…” his words trailed off as his eyes scanned you, scanned every feature of your face, every crevice of your body, the dress still hanging to it. You felt vulnerable under his gaze, not used to seeing him without the usual anger, not used to wanting to be his presence, not avoiding it.
“I’m stubborn too.” you whispered, looking to your hands as Marc’s stare became too overpowering for words to form coherently. “I guess I was just… scared?”
“Scared?” he was suddenly terrified you were scared of him, feeling utter dread course through his body as he began to recall every instance in his life where he had been a danger; and if he was a danger to you, well, he wouldn’t, couldn’t forgive himself.
You noted the sudden fear in his eyes and quickly continued. “I thought I was going to lose you.” His features softened again as you spoke, “And that thought fucking terrifies me, because if I lose you, I lose a part of myself. And I don’t think I could love again.” You were finally telling him, letting him in on your greatest fear. Because you believed it. You figured that being annoyed at him would make the blow less painful when he finally called it quits. It was like setting yourself up for disappointment and heartbreak so it would miraculously become easier to deal with.
Marc shook his head, feeling a part of his heart ache. His hands slowly reached out to your cheeks, feeling the fresh skin with the pads of his thumbs. You relaxed in his touch, eyes shutting, blinking out any forming tears. “Baby… you couldn’t lose me, not ever. Hell, I was scared you were gonna leave me. I-I think a part of me was pushing you away so that if and when that happened…” he cut himself off with a shaky sigh, feeling sadness nudge him in the throat.
“I know. I did the same.” There was a moment, a beautiful moment, where the two of you just stared at each other, Marc’s thumbs still drawing soft circles on the apex of your cheeks, your hands finding solace on his chest. The air around you softened, as if the world was fitting back together again. You swore you felt lighter as you relished in the contact.
“I’m sorry.” He suddenly whispered, realising the unspoken words were the ones that needed to be the said the most. Well, nearly. “And I love you, don’t ever doubt that ‘kay?” You found yourself nodding, repeating the words back to him, twice for good measure, before his lips were on yours, settling into each other as if they had found their way back home.
His hands were off your face and on your back, pulling you closer as yours found his hair. It was passion, heat, fire, electric. But it was also love, calm, poetry. It was a silent promise that no matter what, you would find your way back to each other. That you could talk about it, could help one another through everything.
You suddenly felt your dress falling off your shoulder and you pulled away, smile tugging on your lips.
“Guess I left the job half-done.” Marc whispered cheekily and you chuckled, shrugging it off your shoulders and letting it slip down.
“Gonna make it up to me?”
The next morning, you felt sated as you woke up, the covers engulfing your achy body perfectly. You smiled as you remembered the events of the night- where Marc did, in fact, ‘make it up to you.’ But mostly, you were beyond elated that it was okay again. That the argument was over.
And from the bathroom, Steven was hopping around excitedly, exclaiming, “I knew it would end in a shag! You owe me 10 quid, Lockley.”
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blossominghunnie · 6 months
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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
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Pairing: Wonbin x fem!reader
Genre: Angst, suspense, little fluff?
Warning: Cursing, geting scared, mentions of blood
Notes: Anooother Wonbin imagine cause I'm obsessed jsjs.
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“I can’t believe we’re here because you accepted that bet with Eunseok.” Wonbin rolled his eyes as he drove to their destination.
“You know I don’t back down from bets, babe.” Y/n responded looking at him, while playing with his fingers. His hand on her left thigh.
“What are you, a frat boy?”
“Considering I’m part of a sorority, almost.” She laughed. He pushed her playfully.
“Haha, you’re so funny.” He laughed sarcastically.
“I know, I know.” The girl smiled.
After three Txt songs they arrived at their stop.
“Aaand we’re here.” Her boyfriend spoke as he parked her blue jeep in front of an old looking mansion. It was black and had fog around it. Not creepy at all.
“Wooo, let’s enter.” Y/n took his hand and skipped towards the place.
“Slow down, baby. The house isn’t going anywhere.” He joked so it didn’t look like he was scared. Which he very much was.
“If you’re scared we can go, Binnie. I don’t care to lose to Eunseok.”
“No, no. It’s okay.” He shook his head.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, my love.” He pulled her closer by the waist and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Okay, if you don’t like something just tell me. Alright?”
He nodded and the two continued walking.
They climbed the stairs that led to the porch. And tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.
“Oh, well. I guess we’ll have to go.”
As if it was planned, the door opened.
“Shit.” Wonbin cursed.
“Come on, pretty boy.”
She looked around, admiring the decadent wallpaper and furniture.
It looked like it had been abandoned for years. The girl wondered what had happened to the owners.
They explored for a while and didn’t find anything out of the ordinary until they walked to the attic, where they found a pentagram on the floor. It appeared to be a part of a satanic ritual, it had been drawn with blood, that looked like it was fresh.
That caused the both of them to shiver.
Then, a loud noise downstairs made her react.
“Baby, maybe we should get out of here.” Wonbin looked at her with a worrisome look on his eyes.
“Yeah, and quickly.”
They ran as fast as they could. Y/n could feel a presence behind, which made her go faster.
She could hear things breaking and at one point, there were things getting thrown at them.
“Oh my god!”
“Duck, Y/n!”
A chair broke in the wall in front.
It felt like an eternity when they reached the front door, opening it quickly and with great force.
They didn’t stop running until they reached the car.
Wonbin turned it on quickly and drove away.
“That wasn’t that bad.” He looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that!” She giggled. “Have I never told you about the time I sneaked into an abandoned arcade with Sohee?”
“No and what’s up with you and abandoned places?” She shrugged.
Wonbin shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
And with that, they continued their long ride home.
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chaostudee · 1 year
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the blue ; jj maybank
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pairing : female reader x jj maybank summary : stuck on island was bound to drive you insane but having him close to you wasn't so bad. warnings : none? words : 1.5k a/n: back in my writing era ig? this is so shot I want to cry
you have been stuck on this island for two weeks. you scratch another line onto the rock and sigh to myself. two weeks ago you were chasing teasure and now here you were stranded on a deserted island. it's funny how life can change so suddenly.
"yess wooo" screams kiara as jj secures the flag on the top on the palm tree. you smile up at him as he screams out a cry in celebration. this island was now christened poguelandia.
once he got down to the ground you made your way over to him. kie had taken charge during your time on the island and today she had decided that you and jj would go find food and supplies e.g coconuts and berries.
truthfully you would've much rathered stayed with sarah and weave palm trees.
"c'mon y/n" jj says gesturing to follow him as he takes a machete and swings it over his back.
you sigh and follow him but its hard to keep up as your feet sink into the sand as you walk. you hated the sand.
"bye kie". jj waves to her before walking off. you can't help but notice kie's smirk at jj's words.
you chase after jj. "so you and kie then?". jj laughs and when noticing your expression realized you were being serious.
"what no?!, me and kie? Are you being serious?".
you raise your hands in defeat. he didn't know that he would get this defensive. maybe there was nothing going on there. well what did you care.
holding out a hand for you to take jj pulled you over a rock sticking out in the ground. his hand in yours made you feel warm. it was a nice feeling but one you chose to ignore. you pulled your hand away fast.
the trek through the jungle was silent. you didn't mind the silence that much. it was a comfortable silence.
"wait up can we stop for a sec". you begin to slow down slightly out of breath. a near tree was your support as you tried to regain your steady breathing.
out of the corner of your eye you saw jj approach you. he didn't say a word but his eyes said more. you looked up at him to find that he was already looking back at you.
"what are you looking at?" you ask slightly annoyed.
"you" he admits.
you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"you look good today".
you chuckle to yourself.
"yeah my greasy hair and sweat covered clothes would to be blame".
jj puts his hands in his pockets and mives his attention to his shoes. "you still look good".
you pause. "thanks.....".
jj nods and smiles.
the waves crashing against the rocks and birds chirping in the distance were the sounds that met your ears.
jj spoke again. "do you ever think about going home?" he asks softly.
you have been a kook all your until you met kiara who introduced you to the pogues. you haven't looked back ever since.
you and jj are alike in many ways. one in having abusive parents. ever since you were little your father had taken advantage of you and your mother. it wasn't until you grew up that you realized how bad it was.
you thought about your mother constantly but you had no desire to go back to the obx.
"not a chance".
jj clears his through and looks at you solemnly. "what about your mum would you go back for her".
you swallow so you don't start bawling in front of him. "you know i would".
"she loves you so much y/n i hope you know that".
you try to smile back at the golden boy but a stray tear falls down your cheek. he always knew the right words to say.
jj kneels down to your height where you are sitting on a large rock.
"hey hey" he whispers taking your hand trying to calm you down. it took seconds for you to break down.
he soothinly rubbed his thumb across your palm. his touch grounded you. the tears were still falling but you felt at peace.
jj wipes a tear from your cheek. you smile at him when he does so. his finger lingers for a moment longer than it should and falters further down your face.
your heart begins to race. you pull his hand away. "thank you" you mutter.
his expression has changed. one of confusion.
"anytime".
:::
"y/n truth or dare?" cleo asks as the woven hat is placed on your heart.
you hesitate for a moment. "dare....?"
"oh girl that was a mistake" cleo says with a michevious grin which makes you regret your decision.
jj sits across from you in the circle. this isn't the first time he has looked over at you. all day you had been swimming around his mind. he couldn't stop thinking about you. he didn't want to. he just couldn't figure out why.
cleo whispers to sarah and then to kiara who are contemplating your dare. pope and john b are completely clueless but when you look over to jj he looks.....nervous?
"i dare you to make out with jj".
you gasp. at first you thought they were messing with you but jj's face told you that he was waiting a response.
okay maybe kissing jj wouldn't be so bad. but you didn't want to do it here not like this.
"um.....sorry jayj but i ain't making out with you....." you trail off your cheeks turning red. hopefully he didn't take that in the wrong way.
pope and john b enunciate how jj was feeling inside. "ooof y/n that was harsh".
even the girls seemed confused. you shrugged awkwardly not willing to give them an explanation.
instead you decided to leave the group anf head down to the sea. nobody stopped you.
the wind brushed your hair away from your face and you couldn't help but smile to yourself at the image of the moon reflecting onto the sea.
a perfect mirroring image.
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"you bitch all you care about is yourself!" your father screams just as his hand collided with your mothers face.
you shuddered at the sound from your position at the top of the stairs. all you wanted to do was rip your mother out of the grasp of your father but something rooted you to the spot.
another slap came followed by a cry. the next thing you heard was silence. then footsteps....nearing the stairs. you jumped up in realization. there your father stood with his eyes sparkling with a grin on his face.
the next thing you knew he hand you held against the wall his hand raised. you closed your eyes and braced for impact.
you woke up, your chest heaving. you were sobbing uncontrollably. all the memories came flooding back that you had put in the past.
"y/n?" . you wiped a stray tear from your eye before sitting up. jj had heard the crying almost immediately. he is a light sleeper. when he noticed it was you he wanted nothing more than to wake your from the torments in your head. instead he held your hand and waited.
you look down to find his hand in yours. you can't help but feel warm inside.
"are you okay?" he asks.
"okay that was a stupid question" jj admits when he notices no change in your demeanour.
part of you wanted to laugh but you were still out of it. you could still feel his breath fanning across your face, the sound of the slap and the beat of your heart in your chest.
in not getting a response jj takes that as a nudge that he should depart. he slips his hand from yours and starts to get up but you pull him back.
"stay" you whisper.
that one word said so much. jj hesitates.
"please".
how could he say no to that?
you pat the ground next to you instructing him to lie down next to you. he does just that.
you lie there in silence for a moment.
you move closer to his chest and he doesn't object especially when you lay your head to rest beneath his chin. his heart was beating fast and it prided you to know that you did that.
"thank you".
"for what?" he asks.
"for being you".
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starsandhughes · 1 year
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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Five)
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yourusername welcome to my pregame penalty box update! the star of my show and world— trevor zegras— is currently at 2 games without a penalty! on february 20th, when he reached one game, he said “i’ll make it to three out of spite” to none other than quinn hughes. let’s see if he can do it! (ps good luck huggy and jacky boy!) #FlyTogether
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trevorzegras oh i’ll do it
_quinnhughes bold claim from someone only at 2 straight games
yourusername @_quinnhughes you just want the win the bet huggy!! you got this z-baby!!
_quinnhughes thank you for the good luck y/n/n💙
trevorzegras get that blue heart out of here this is a ducks post
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras she wished us good luck!
jackhughes❤️🖤❤️
_quinnhughes💙💚💙
yourusername sometimes i question if i actually love you guys (you’re welcome quinner)
user1 me and my friends also started a bet! i’m betting on you Z!!
jackhughes @/trevorzegras i’m rooting for you, z!! and thanks for the good luck y/n/n <3
jamie.drysdale your bet says otherwise
trevorzegras is anybody but y/n betting on me?
lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras i am don’t worry
yourusername ignoring their shenanigans- you’re welcome jacky boy <3
user2 i might love y/n’s posts more than the actual game
anaheimducks he can do it! #FlyTogether
jamie.drysdale betting on our baby boy!
yourusername big night for him!!
trevorzegras 🙄
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yourusername BREAKING NEWS (brought to you by a very drunk y/n): my boyfriend TREVOR “Z” ZEGRAS has made it to 3 GAMES WITHOUT A PENALTY!!! he has spited quinn “huggy bear” hughes!! AND the ducks won 4-2!! AND there were 2 fights!! what a game!!
bet winners: me👸, jimmy6️⃣, and lukey moosey〽️!
bet losers: huggy🧸, jacky boy😈, and alex👑
(last photo is of quinn obviously crying because he got spited obviously)
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trevorzegras HELL YEAH
yourusername scrapbook moment! i love you, always, and am so proud of you!!!
trevorzegras i love you, forever
_quinnhughes how do you dislike a post
yourusername you’re just mad because you’re out $150
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes you bet $50 i’d lose?!
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras maybe
user1 i won my bet, too!!
jackhughes i vote me and quinny get our money back because we won tonight
_quinnhughes i agree
trevorzegras @/jackhughes @_quinnhughes we won too?
yourusername @/jackhughes @_quinnhughes that wasn’t in the bet contract you signed! sorry, hughesy boys
user2 WOOO GO Z!!
anaheimducks he’s making us all proud!
jamie.drysdale that’s our boy!!
yourusername they grow up so fast🥹
trevorzegras this is my least favorite joke
yourusername @/trevorzegras in other news, i’m no longer splitting the money with you
user3 a ducks win AND trevor’s at 3 games without a penalty??? manifesting does work
user4 lmao hughes nation rise all three brothers won something tonight
lhughes_06 congrats z!
trevorzegras thanks moose! this is why you’re my favorite hughes
yourusername me🤝luke
yourusername betting on Z
lhughes_06 @/yourusername did you just comment twice for the meme
trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 it’s cute shut up i loved it and you did, too
lhughes_06 @/yourusername i loved it and he did, too
user5 i love how unhinged y/n’s comment section is
_alexturcotte proud but heartbroken
yourusername now playing “get over it” by the eagles
trevorzegras my girlfriend everybody^^🫶👏
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greazyfloz · 1 year
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You Don't Love Me Anymore Pt.1
Posting this again because someone noticed I made a mistake and added a random name oops
Warning: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol
Word Count: 1.9k
My Saturday nights typically go one of two ways during the hockey season. 1 I either sit at home with some of my friends or some for the other sophomore’s girlfriends that I have grown close to and watch movies or Mark’s games while he is away or 2 I am at Yost and then immediately after drinking my liver away with the team at one of their big Saturday night parties. Tonight was the 2nd option. 
After the game, we headed to the sophomore house to drop off the car, then Mark, Eddy and I along with the rest of the house all walked to Nolan’s so we could all enjoy our nights. 
After about an hour, I was really starting to feel it. Mark looks down at me under his shoulder, “Stay here, I will be right back. Do you want another?” he asks looking down at my almost empty cooler. “Of course” I say “actually, can you mix me something with the new tequila Nolan just got?””Babe, that stuff is strong” mark protests, “I can handle it, pleeeease” i say giving my boyfriend sad puppy eyes. Mark leans down and pecks my lips “I’ll be back” he says in a tone that signals I am getting what I want. 
As I am talking to Luke and Mackie waiting for Mark to return with my drink, music finally starts to play loudly through the house. Mark finally returns, handing me my drink and joining the conversation. 
“Hello Estapa, would you mind if I stole your girlfriend for a second”, Mark and I turn around and laugh when we see Jay standing there with a stupid smile on his face, “I am in need of a new pong partner, and Grano is just awful” Jay continues. “Wait I’ll play!” Luke yells over the music “No no no, I want to win hughesy. If I wanted to lose I would have asked one of you three” Jay says pointing at the three boys, “plus Y/N kicked all of our ass’ last time!” Jay continues. I look up at Mark and stuck out my tongue before looking back at Jay, “alright let’s go jbone” I say before chugging the full cup in my hands. I follow Jay to the table and Mark, Luke and Mackie follow behind us to watch with Luke yelling behind us “I’m not that bad you know!!”. 
It really wasn’t weird for me to be playing beer pong with Jay because of how close I got with the team. I became one of the boys really quick into my and Mark’s relationship. Once we got to the table Jay looks over at Jacob and his girlfriend and yelled, “I BROUGHT OUT MY SECRET WEAPON!!!”, “NO FAIR, WHERE IS GRANO?! YOU CAN’T SWITCH NOW” Jacob yells back. Jay and I were losing until I started getting one in after the other. “GO BABE!!” Mark chants. 
After my streak ends, Jay and I are jumping up and down, hugging eachother out of excitement. The game ended after I sunk the final cup after getting redemption, everyone cheered again and I jumped into Jay’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he jumped up and down not even realizing how we may have looked. Jay was just as drunk as me at this point and it clearly showed.
[Mark POV]
I watch Y/N wrap her legs around Jay and I immediately see red. “Wooo!! Go Y/N” Mackie yells out. I roll my eyes and Luke notices “hey man, you good?”. Why is everyone acting like the way Y/N is acting is normal?! I can’t watch this anymore. I walk to the staircase and go up halfway before sitting down, away from her.
“What’s going on?”eddy asks, plopping himself down next to me, handing me another can of beer. I take the can opening it and than taking a slip. I look over at eddy before looking back straight ahead. “Alright then, where is Y/N at?”,“Probably hooking up with her new boyfriend” I say gripping tighter on the can as I start thinking of the scene I just witnessed. “Oh shit, you good?” eddy replies, “fine.” “come on estapa , maybe you guys should call it a night” he says after he notices my jaw harden as I grit my teeth together. I say nothing. 
Eddy is sitting beside me continuing to talk about whatever happened to him and Mackie a couple days ago, but I was too angry to care. I did not catch a single word he was saying I just nodded my head and continued to think about my girlfriend and my teammate. My friend. That’s when my phone started buzzing.
Y/N <3 : babvy whred u go>?
Y/N <3 : cpme hree plx
“So than we wer-”, “You were right earlier, Y/N needs to go home” I say to eddy as I get up and walk away. “Well I think I will join ya” eddy says, but I quickly reply with “no, I am taking Y/N home”. I get up with eddy closing following behind to find Y/N. I am pushing through people in the crowded house when I see holtzy and phil outside the kitchen. “Where is she?” I say to them trying to sound normal but failing with anger ripping through my voice. They both didn’t say anything but hesitantly pointed towards inside the kitchen. 
I was greeted by the sight of my drunk girlfriend hanging off of my drunk teammate's neck dancing around the kitchen, I look around to see a bunch of freshmans looking at me with an expression on their faces that read ‘oh shit’. Oh shit was right. Y/N turned around and looked at me smiling trying to stand on her own. 
“We are leaving” I grind through my teeth. “I’m staying” Y/N replies “Come on, let’s go. I am tired” I say rolling my eyes at Bone. “Okay, wellll you have a good sleep *hiccup* see you in the mor- *hiccup* nin’”, “Y/N I SAID LET’S GO” I yelled causing everyone to watch. “Hey hey heyyy stop sign, calmer down buddy. Me and Y/N are just having some fun” Bone ruthlessly interrupts. I really didn’t want to cause a scene but the anger took control “Like fuck you are” I say pushing Bone down to the ground. Before I could even throw one punch, I was being held back by holtzy and phil. “Woah, woah. Calm down” holtzy is says while he holds me back. “Bro he is your friend” phil adds. 
[Y/N POV]
I know I am too intoxicated to think straight right now. I look down to see Jay getting back up off the ground. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” I say ignoring the burning gaze from Mark. “Save it for the ice there stop sign” Jay chuckles over at Mark, gaining a chuckle out of me. Jay reaches over to the fridge and grabs a beer and tosses it to Mark before getting another for himself. “I don’t want this” Mark says handing it to holtzy. “I’ll have it” I say. Mark walks over to me and says “I am going home” quietly before turning around. “Whatz your problem Mark?!” I yell to his back as he is facing the way to the door, he continues walking out the front door and I follow him out to the front of the house. He is a lot steadier than i am right now so by the time I am outside he is already at the sidewalk. “Excuseeee meee, Mark. I asked a question. Where ya think yer goin?!” I yell across the yard to him. Suddenly Mark stops giving me some time to catch up. He turns when I am almost close enough to touch him when I stumble in his arms. “Hehe oopsies” i giggle in his arms. But he takes a step back and says “we are over”.
After he said that I suddenly stopped giggling and just stared at him. I was in disbelief “b-but w-why?” I say “y-you don’t love m-me anymore?’. Mark takes a hard breath, I can tell his next words he wants to yell, I can sence his anger. “I can’t love a whore”, “I am not a whore!” I yell back at him quickly, getting on the same level of anger as him. “I watched you practically fuck my friend in front of everyone tonight Y/N, you were all over him. You are just a disgusting whore”. That hurt. “Why are you being so jealous?”, “Jealous? Ppfftt, I came to have a good time with my friends and my girlfriend and she’s too busy hanging off my friends and wrapping her legs around him in front of me. You are embarrassing me!”, “Fine if that is how you really feel, than I guess we are over” I retort before turning towards the front door. “You going back in to fuck J-bone?!” Mark yells behind me, I turn to say “maybe I will! After all, I am single now!” before stumbling back into the party. 
I stumble all the way to the kitchen to grab the bottle of tequila. After grabbing the bottle off the shelf, I turn to find myself somewhere to be alone, as I turn I run into Nolan’s chest falling back, good thing the wall was there to catch me. “Where do you think your going with that?” Nolan asks. Without saying anything I slide past Nolan putting the bottle to my lips before taking a large swig straight from the bottle. I raised my eyebrows at him before opening the back door to the back porch and sitting on the lawn chairs. I was wearing nothing but a short sleeve crop top but I wasn’t cold even in the February weather.
Nolan followed me outside sitting on the chair beside me followed by Mackie and eddy joining too. “Go inside Y/N, you are going to freeze” Nolan says again. Again with the same response as last time he said something to me I put the bottle up to my lips again. Nolan rolled his eyes and looking at the boys he says “Alright go get Estapa”. “He gone” eddy answers, “Well-” Nolan starts,“We broke up” I quietly interrupt with no expression, taking another slip from the bottle. 
  They’re all just looking around awkward, before I speak up “yunno I came out here to be alone”. They just sat there still, staring at me sadly until I whispered out almost breathlessly “please”. They all got up, each giving me a shoulder squeeze or a sad facial expression on the way back in. I pull out my phone to see if maybe there would be a text or call or something from Mark, but there was nothing. I miss him already. Maybe he was right and I am embarrassing. 
I sit outside for what felt like maybe an hour, sipping on the bottle of tequila straight. I let a tear fall from my eye before looking down and seeing it is 3:30 in the morning. I get up from the chair, and bring the bottle of tequila with me on my way to the door. “Where do you think you are going?” I turn to see Nolan. “Home” I say, “by myself, all alone” i continue followed by tears threatening to fall as I turn back towards the door. “Nah, you’re staying here”, “Why do you care?”,”Because it’s dark, and Estapa would kill me if he knew I let you go”. The tears that threaten to fall are now flowing down my cheeks. “He doesn’t care about me anymore”. Stumbling even worse than before I took a seat on the couch. 
I start to get tired and slowly pass out on the couch.
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