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imaginespazzi · 7 months ago

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Not sure if this counts as chaotic family, but I can’t get enough of your writing! I’ve read the ucla story and embarrassing number of times lol.

Can you please write Azzis first day back at practice and Paige is just so excited for her and they’re being cute all morning and then during practice they’re both so happy and then someone fouls azzi hard and she goes to the floor and Paige like kinda yells at them and then azzi tells her to calm down and she’s fine and Paige then apologizes while they’re all eating after practice and the team kinda teases her for getting all defensive about her wife.

Thank you my love and hopefully this lives a little bit up to what you wanted (even if it's unedited and it's been a little bit since you asked for it):

"Happy first day to you, happy first day to you, happy first day dear Azzi, happyfirstdayofbeingclearedforbasketballactivities to you," Paige sing-songs, the last sentence being mushed together so she can make it fit to the tune of "happy birthday, as she wraps her arms around Azzi from behind.

"My poor ears," KK whines dramatically and if Paige wasn't in such an absolutely fantastic mood, she'd give her youngest child the middle finger, but right now, she's too by smiling into her girlfriend's neck.

Azzi giggles, leaning back into Paige and letting herself be wrapped in the blonde's arms, "you're such a sap."

"Your sap," Paige coos before taking her delegated seat on the chair next to Azzi, left hand immediately seeking out a way to intertwine with the younger girl's right one, "you excited to play today babe?"

"So excited," Azzi whispers, wistfulness echoing in her voice. For the most part, the shooting guard excels at hiding her emotions and throughout her injury, she'd done a pretty solid job of keeping them in check. But that doesn't mean she hasn't felt the sting of being away from the sport she loves, every single day. And no one knows that feeling more than Paige as she presses a soft kiss against the younger girl's temple.

"Gonna show us all up at practice today huh Az?" Ice teases and Azzi just shrugs noncommittally with a slight smirk.

But Paige, forever the president of the Azzi Fudd fanclub, is quick to reply for her, "you bet your ass she is."

The rest of the team cheers and it's heartwarming really, how excited everyone is to have Azzi playing again. There's a buzz around the team as they walk into the practice center, the buzz of all their missing pieces starting to fit together. It had begun with Jana, and then Ayanna and now Azzi. With every return, the march towards UConn's 12th national championship, seems clearer and clearer.

It's the first time in a long time, that they have enough bodies available for them to play 5x5 with just the team alone. Much to Paige's chagrin, coach doesn't allow her and Azzi to be on the same team despite her incessant whining ("we haven't played together in ages Coach" "you'll play together all season" "azzi tell him he's being unreasonable" "whatever you say coach" "TRAITOR") but she's not all that upset about it. After all, Paige is nothing if not a competitor and beating Azzi has always been one of her favorite things.

Team adrenaline is on full display, everyone's eagerness to beat each other, but most importantly get better together, on full display as with every minute passing, the game seems to get more and more aggressive. There are no refs and Coach lets them play through the contact, knowing most of them will need to play like that during the season considering how fucking shit terrible the NCAA refs could be.

Call her a psychic but Paige sees it happening before it actually does. Azzi has been great throughout, faltering only once or twice, but that was to be expected her first practice back. It happens in a split secondas she's setting herself for a step-back pull-up, Morgan putting her whole soul into defending her. Something happens in between Azzi shooting the ball and it going in the net and the next thing Paige registers is her girlfriend, her only just recently cleared for basketball activities girlfriend, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

Paige is absolutely still for a second, her vision blurring in red and then-

"WHAT THE HELL MORGAN," Paige's voice echoes around all of Werth, as she marches to where the freshman is helping Azzi up.

She's aware of everyone's eyes on her now, can practically feel the death stare Coach is giving her for letting her emotions get the best of her but Paige doesn't give a damn. All she knows is that this is Azzi's first practice and no one should be being that aggressive with her.

"It was an accident," Morgan recoils, clearly unsure of what do to when her superstar teammate looks like she might murder her.

"DOESN'T MATTER. YOU DON'T FOUL SOMEONE LIKE THAT," Paige yells and even she's aware she's being just a tad bit unreasonable, "SHE LITERALLY JUST GOT BACK. WHAT IS WRONG YOU?"

"Hey hey hey," Azzi pushes a hand against Paige's chest, lightly shoving her back and it's instantaneous the way every part of her seems to calm down at that little touch, "I'm fine."

"That's not the point." Paige spits out through gritted teeth, still glowering at Morgan. Through the periphery of her vision she can make out KK, Ice and Jana snickering and makes a mental note to yell at them because this is NOT an amusing situation thank you very much.

"There is no point," Azzi says firmly, fingers rubbing a soothing pattern down Paige's arms, "it's basketball. Shit like this happens. You need to calm the hell down."

Before Paige, who's slowly beginning to relax into her girlfriend's touch, can say anything, a sharp whistle blows behind them. Knowing exactly who blew it, Paige whispers a prayer to herself before turning to look at furious Geno Auriemma.

"Good job, you just got yourself a technical," he seethes, one hand immediately going up in anticipation of Paige's protest, "do that in an actual game and I will eject you myself.

As Paige nods meekly, the muffled giggles behind her only get louder and when she looks to the side, her own girlfriend, the traitor, is trying to hide a smile.

"It really do be your own people," Paige scoffs and much to her displeasure, the laughs only get louder.

***

"Azzi says I have to apologize to you," Paige grumbles to Morgan as she and Azzi walk into the dining hall after practice, hands swinging together.

Morgan, the good-natured girl she is, just smiles and nods, "nah you're all good. I get it."

"See," Paige says pointedly to her girlfriend who immediately rolls her eyes, "Morgan gets it. You'd do the same too right Morgs?"

"Oh no," Morgan smirks, "I would never. I just know that you're kinda insane when it comes to Azzi."

Paige splutters as Azzi giggles into her shoulder, "I am not insane."

"You're the definition of insane," Jana says.

"And the definition of whipped," Ice chirps in, high-fiving her fellow forward.

"I am not," Paige whines, turning to Azzi "baby tell them I'm not."

"Well I can't lie Paige," Azzi says slowly and Paige lets out an offended squeal.

"You're my girl and you won't even defend me? Can't trust nobody these days."

As Paige pouts, KK waltzes into the dining hall. There's a smirk on her while she walks to the team table and exaggeratedly elbows Azzi on her way there.

"Oh no Azzi, I'm so sorry, I just bumped your arm, Please don't hurt me Paige," KK cowers into Ice, dramatically shielding her body, and the whole team, traitors the lot of them, burst into laughter.

"You're not funny," Paige seethes, crossing her arms, "I hate all of you."

It only makes the rest of the team laugh harder and it isn't until Azzi wraps Paige into her arms, that Paige's annoyed expression softens.

"Hey," the younger girl whispers, and just like that even in the cacophony, they're in their own world, "you are a little insane-"

"Azzi-"

"But I like that you're a little insane," Azzi whispers, before booping Paige's nose and giving her a soft kiss, eliciting a shy smile from the older girl.

And really, if Azzi likes her being insane, Paige is prepared to be insane for a lifetime.

#ask #pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #i actually really really really don't love this one so lowkey anon i'm sorry

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puckinghischier · 3 months ago

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alli there is this idea in my head and since I love how you write Nico I wish you could write this

there is a Gracie Abrams song called In Between and I’ve been thinking about a headcanon or something based on that song so it’s like gracie is describing yours and Nico relationship

it’s such a cute song describing two people falling in love and to me it screams falling in love with Nico

really hope you could do something with this request ❤️

this is such a cute request and i hope this is at least semi close to what you were thinking of 🫶🏼

(i kinda manipulated the lyrics and left some out of certain sections just so it would make more sense/flow better)

I just can’t come between em’, they got their own thing; I wish he’d stop pretendin’, he won’t let his phone ring for more than a couple seconds oh I think maybe two

Nico drags behind his teammates as they come off of the ice, hearing the various grunts and complaints about needing an ice bath and a shower.

He smirks to himself as he makes his way to his locker, taking his time, watching the hoard of sweaty hockey players quickly trickle out of the room. Taking a peek behind his shoulder, making sure he’s mostly alone in the large room, he pulls his phone out of his bag, making sure he has no missed calls or messages.

“Cap! Thought you said no phones in the locker room this season? Or does that only apply to us lowly alternates and unlettered players?” Jack pokes fun at his captain, slapping a hand on Nico’s back, startling him.

Sliding his phone out of sight, he turns to greet Jack. “Just checking to make sure I didn’t miss anything important,” Nico gives a nervous smile.

Jack eyes Nico skeptically. “C’mon, Neeks. You’re acting like a lovesick fool. Just ask her out already.”

“Jack, I told you it’s not like that. She’s just…nice to talk to,” Nico won’t meet Jack’s expectant eyes, focusing his attention on the wooden cubby for any vibration or buzz of his phone against the hardwood.

Ever since the night he met you at one of the post-game trips to the bar, Jack knew Nico was smitten, encouraging him to do something before someone else came along and whisked you away under his nose.

“Bullshit. You’ve been glued to your phone for weeks now. Every time you hear even the slightest indication your phone is ringing, you’re jumping at the chance to answer it,” Jack calls him out on his eagerness.

“I have not been! I’m just-“ Nico’s defensive tone is cut short by the quiet ring of his phone, head snapping over to where it rests next to his helmet. His hand immediately shoots out to grab it, smiling when he sees your name on the screen.

“Hey! I was just thinking about giving you a call. Just got done with practice and was wondering if you wanted to-“ Nico stops mid-sentence after hearing Jack clear his throat, already having forgotten where he was and that Jack was standing right behind him.

Jack raises his eyebrows at his friend, giving him a much deserved ‘I told you so,’ look.

“Hang on a second, okay?” Nico puts his hand over the speaker of his phone, addressing Jack. “Can you just go shower already? This proves absolutely nothing. It’s an isolated incident,” he whispers, not wanting you to be hinted to the previous conversation.

Jack shakes his head, laughing. “Whatever you say, Cap. Hi, y/n!!” Jack shouts out as he walks towards the showers, hearing you return his greeting with a small giggle through Nico’s phone, wondering when the two of you are finally going to admit your feelings for each other.

I wish that you could see ‘em, their faces lighten up; Their past is cold and empty, they know it’s been enough; Of waitin’ on somebody, someone who doesn’t care; But he knows her name, she knows he’ll always be there

“Y/n, when are you finally going to lock that man down? You know he’s absolutely obsessed with you, right?” your best friend asks you, watching Nico glide across the ice.

Your cheeks involuntarily turn red, not knowing how to respond to her. You know how you feel about Nico, but you can’t just assume that he feels the same way. “You don’t know that. He’s just a nice guy. He could act like this towards all of his friends.”

No sooner than the words leave your mouth, Nico makes eye contact with you from across the ice. His face breaks out into the widest grin you think you’ve ever seen, your own matching his. You give him a small wave, his gloved hand returning the gesture as you watch Jack skate up to his side. The disappointment settles in your stomach the second his bright eyes are no longer focused on yours, trying really hard not to be mad at Jack, considering they are working right now.

Your best friend, witnessing the entire interaction, has her own smile on her face, knowing that you deserve someone like Nico in your life after your previous relationship endeavors. You’ve been hurt time and time again due to how quickly you become attached, always seeing the best in the worst people. Nico is different, though. She can see how much he wants to make you happy, how kind he is. If any man’s face lights up like that when looking at you, there’s a 100% chance he’s already in love with you.

Which is why, when her and Jack catch each other’s eye, a silent understanding is passed between the two, a small nod of confirmation shared.

Jack feels the same way about Nico as your best friend does about you. Nico deserves someone like you after all of his past failed relationships. All of the girls taking advantage of his loving nature and kindness because they want the status that comes with dating a professional athlete, moving on to the next sport when they get bored with Nico. Jack having been there to pick up the pieces, Nico getting far too attached far too quickly with all the wrong people. But watching the way you always look at Nico, like he’s the only person in every room you’re in, he knows you’re someone Nico needs to keep around.

So, Jack starts putting his part of the unspoken plan into motion.

“Go, do it now,” Jack encourages Nico.

“Do what? What are you talking about?” Nico turns to face Jack, trying to not be annoyed he’s stealing his attention away from you.

“Ask her out, duh? Now’s the time. She can’t say no in front of all these people, right?” Jack gives him a slight push, skating him right over to the glass.

“I don’t want her to say yes because she’s been put on the spot, Jack. I want her to say yes because she genuinely has feelings for me,” Nico protests, trying to stop himself from being pushed towards you.

His efforts are pointless, hearing Jack yell out “Y/n!!” loud enough that you’re able to hear him through the glass.

“Hi!!” you giggle out, laughing at the pout on Nico’s face.

Nico looks up at you, pout immediately dissolving. “So, can I expect a win tonight or am I going to end up being some kind of bad luck charm, since it’s my first game?” you shout at Nico, being brave and taking your friend’s encouragement to heart, attempting to be a little flirtatious.

“Are you kidding me? You could never be bad luck. If anything, I think this will be our best game this season,” Nico perks up a bit, skating a little closer to the glass, wishing the barricade wasn’t there, wanting to hear your voice and see your blushing cheeks without the slight blur from the scratched surface.

“I don’t know if I can handle that kind of pressure,” you laugh out, unconsciously leaning forward, focused on how much you love the way Nico’s hair flares out in little tufts on either side of his helmet.

“No pressure, just the truth,” Nico shrugs. He catches Jack out of the corner of his eye, remembering the younger forward’s words as he was pushed over here against his will. The small look of expectancy on Jack’s face pushes Nico to take the risk, deciding he’s done tiptoeing around his feelings for you.

“In fact, after we win this game due to the luck you have running through your veins, why don’t I take you out for a celebratory dinner? Or drinks? Or ice cream? Or whatever you want?” Nico starts rambling, his nerves sky rocketing once he sees the soft surprise take over your features.

You’re beginning to think the blush on your face is permanent at this point, feeling it grow deeper at his question. You’re trying to think of a clever response, not wanting to seem too eager, but you blurt out “Ice cream!” before your brain can stop your mouth.

Nico chuckles in both relief and amusement.

“Uhm, I mean, that sounds fun,” you try to recover. “As long I’m not blamed when this supposed ‘good luck’ backfires on everyone.”

Nico shakes his head, assuring you that’s not possible. The sound of the buzzer signaling warm ups are over startles you, feeling embarrassed at how much you jumped.

“Meet me after the game, okay? I’ll be in the tunnels, waiting,” Nico shouts before he skates off, giving a small wave.

Watching him glide away, something tugs at your stomach, telling you he’ll always be there waiting for you. Not just after games. Not just tonight.

Jack and your best friend look at each other through the glass, having witnessed the whole conversation. You’re so focused on Nico’s retreating figure that you don’t notice the air high five they give each other.

She toes the line between em’, he says he’s new at this; There’s holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss; He hates it when she’s crying, he hates when she’s away; Even at their worst, they know they’ll still be okay

It’s your first time dealing with Nico being on the road for this long (over a week) since your impromptu ice cream date months ago. They ended up winning the game, so Nico kept his promise. By the time the game ended, however, every ice cream parlor he drove you to was closed.

He ended up taking you to the grocery store, telling you to pick out any flavor you wanted, and he’d take you back to his apartment for an ice cream party. He casually bought 10 half gallons of ice cream, because he claimed he couldn’t decide on a flavor. He set up an extravagant topping bar, too, and did a whole bit as if he worked in an ice cream shop.

Ever since that night, your ice cream dates became a routine, meeting him at his apartment after home games, bad days, and just nights you wanted to see him. The two of you were determined to eat through all of the ice cream he bought, Nico complaining that all the extra sugar was slowing him down on the ice.

Tonight, however, you were sitting in your apartment with your best friend, upset because you haven’t heard from Nico in three days.

“I’m sure they’re just busy, Y/n. I have a hard time believing Nico would just ghost you,” she tries to reason with you, not liking how down you seem.

“I thought that on day one, then again on day two. But then you came over and Jack has been messaging you for the past hour, so they’re obviously not busy right now,” you huff out, staring at your cold, black screen.

Despite how much time the two of you have been spending together, nothing has really changed between the two of you. There’s never been a conversation about what the cuddles on his couch mean, or the fact that you’ve been coming to all of his games that are in Jersey. You never discussed what it meant when he gave you one of his jerseys to wear, and you still haven’t given it back. Not a word about it was shared the night you tagged along to the bar with him and the rest of the team and he drove you home, walking you to your door because you were a little too tipsy, only a small goodbye shared after you stood in your doorway, staring back at him for an eternity.

“Well, Nico is the captain. Maybe he’s got other stuff going on that Jack doesn’t. Do you want me to ask Jack why-“

“No!” you’re quick to interrupt. “I don’t want him thinking I’m some level 3 clinger when we’re not even dating.”

She just rolls her eyes, everyone but the two of you aware that you’re basically dating without the label.

“Alright, I won’t. It was just a suggestion,” she puts her hands in the air, surrendering.

Looking at your phone again, you sigh at the lack of activity.

“They’re coming back tonight anyways, right? Maybe he’ll call when he gets back in. He might be asleep on the bus or something. Yeah, I’m sure that’s what it is,” you reassure yourself.

You best friend texts Jack anyways, tired of seeing you freak out over this, wanting to know why Nico just suddenly went radio silent on you the last three days of their roadie.

“Neeks,” Jack nudged Nico, knowing he was awake.

“What? I told you I just wanted to be left alone to sleep. I’m tired,” Nico snapped, his mood matching yours, even from miles away.

“Okay, mr pouty butt, no need to take my head off,” Jack responded, earning an eye roll from Nico. “Just wanna know why you’re in such a bad mood when you know you can call Y/n at anytime.”

Nico hadn’t talked to you in three days and it was killing him. Luke had made a comment about how often he called you, sometimes two to three times a day, and it made him worried he was being annoying, considering the two of you weren’t even officially together. But, he hadn’t heard from you, either, so he didn’t want to be the one to break the silence incase you really did think he was being clingy.

“I’m just…giving her space,” Nico shrugged, not wanting to get into the details with Jack on the slightly smelly bus.

“Whatever you want, man, but maybe you should call her when we get back. Just so she knows you’re not ghosting her,” he advises, not wanting to tell him that you’re sitting at home pouting just like he is. He didn’t want you to find out your best friend had betrayed your trust, either.

It’s like an alarm went off in Nico’s head. He never once thought that you’d think he just up and quit talking to you for no reason. Or because he didn’t want to. Because god, did he want to. All he ever wanted to do was talk to you. First thing in the morning, before he goes to bed at night, when he’s bored, when he sees a stray cat, when he passes by your favorite bakery, when he sees someone with a cup from your favorite coffee shop, always. He always wants to talk to you.

“Shit, you’re right,” Nico sits up, grabbing his phone and opening your contact.

“Uhh…he’s calling me,” you blurt out, finally seeing the Nico’s contact picture pop up on your phone screen, watching his smiling face with whipped cream everywhere stare back at you. “What do I do?”

“Answer it, dummy!” your best friend rolls her eyes at you.

“I don’t know if I want to,” you tell her, still just watching it ring. “He did just ghost me for three days, what if it makes me look pathetic?”

“Oh my god you’re not going to look pathetic, just answer the damn phone!”

You watch the phone screen go black, the decision being made for you.

“Well, I guess that answers that one. Or…doesn’t answer it,” you look up at her.

“I swear, you’re both so helpless,” she groans out, raking her hands down her face in frustration.

“Maybe he’ll get a taste of his own medicine,” you say, the taste of the words on your tongue bitter, knowing you should have just answered the phone.

“Whatever, I’m going to pick up Jack. He said they just got in, incase you were wondering,” she tells you before leaving your apartment, leaving you to sulk alone, again.

Nico rushes over to your apartment, praying that you’re still awake so he can fix this. After you didn’t answer his call, he freaked out, thinking he’s fucked this whole thing up before it even started.

Jack told him to just wait until tomorrow and try to call you again, but Nico needed to fix this now.

Nico barely puts his car in park before he’s running into your building, pressing the elevator button over and over again in hopes it’ll make the door open faster. Once he finally reaches your floor, he’s speed walking straight to your door, knocking on it like his life depends on seeing your face.

“Y/n! It’s me!” he tries not to shout, but he makes sure he speaks loud enough for you to hear him through the door. “Please open up. I wanna see you. Wanna talk to you,” he pleads.

He’s about to start the harsh assault on your door again, at this point trying to wake you up in case you had gone to sleep, just needing to see you and fix all of this.

He hears the lock click, his breath catching in his throat.

When you open the door, he’s met with you clad in your pajamas and hair haphazardly thrown on the top of your head in a knot. You look confused, not expecting to see him outside of your door this late at night.

“Nico?” is all you say, not knowing how else to react.

“Hey,” he breathes out, thinking about how cute you look right now, even if there is a frown on your face.

“It’s one o’clock in the morning, is something wrong? Didn’t you just get back? Why aren’t you home right now?” he sees you staring at his tired eyes with sympathy.

“I had to see you,” is all he can manage to say, not exactly having a plan.

He hears the small giggle come out of your mouth, loving the sound.

“Okay, well here I am,” you respond to him, switching your weight from one foot to the other.

Nico shakes his head, like he’s clearing his thoughts. “I had to see you, and fix this.”

He watches your face morph into confusion. “What do you mean?”

Maybe he was just being paranoid? And dramatic?

“This. Us. The fact that we haven’t spoken in three days,” he starts, knowing he was right when you stand a little taller, like you were bracing yourself. “I swear, I didn’t mean to just go silent on you. Luke got in my head, made me think I was being annoying. I got a little crazy thinking about how ‘we’re not even dating, why am I being so clingy right now?’, but then I realized, I want to be clingy. I want to talk to you every hour of every day. I want to be dating you.”

He hears your gasp. “You…what?”

“I want to be your boyfriend,” he speaks softer and slower this time. “Hell, according to Jack I basically already am. But I want it to be real. I want us to be real.”

He watches the tears fill your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. No, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he reaches forward, pulling you into a hug.

“No, it’s fine, I’m not-“ you can’t finish your sentence, Nico squishing your face into his chest.

“I’m new to all this, okay? I don’t know what I’m doing half the time, I don’t have much experience actually dating people. I didn’t want to scare you away by moving too fast, but then I kinda did the opposite, huh?” he keeps talking, his nerves getting the best of him once again.

“Nico, listen to me,” you pull back, looking up to meet his brown eyes. “I want this too.”

Nico breaks into a smile so wide you think his skin is going to split.

“I don’t know how to do this either,” you confess. “I don’t know how to get used to you being gone all the time, I don’t know how to have these conversations, I don’t know how to keep myself from falling so fast, but I want to figure out how to do it with you.”

He wipes at the tears under your eyes. “Even if they’re happy tears, I don’t like seeing them in your eyes.”

Once again, that blush that seems to be a permanent fixture on your face makes an appearance.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call earlier. I was being a brat and trying to give you a taste of your own medicine,” you confess, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, too. For letting Luke get in my head and then pouting because you never called me,” he responds, sounding just as guilty as you feel.

“Promise me we won’t be bratty with each other again? I don’t like it, it seems very out of character for us?” you ask, looking up and resting your chin on his chest.

“Promise,” he tells you, staring down at you.

You move your head back, feeling the moment intensify.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” he whispers.

“Okay.”

His lips feel exactly as you imagined, soft and plush, slotting against your bottom lip perfectly.

As you walk backwards, leading him into your apartment, you can feel the sureness of this. How right it feels. How, no matter what comes at the two of you, no matter if it’s something big or a silly little misunderstanding like tonight, you’ll always come out okay on the other end.

He laughs at her eyes, at her smile, at the glasses on her face; She loves how he talks late at night, when there’s no one else to say; How she’s beautiful and funny and smart like nothin’ he’s ever seen; He’s good to her, and she wants it more than everything in-between

“I can’t believe they made us sit through that god-awful play,” you say as Nico unlocks his door. “I mean, the entire thing was in French. I don’t speak French! And neither does Jack! I swear, I love my best friend, I do, but just because she was a French double major in college doesn’t mean everything we do has to be in French.”

Nico chuckles at you, having understood the play quite well. “I told you I could play translator if you wanted me to, but you said no,” he takes off your coat, hanging it on the small set of hooks in his entry way.

“It was more fun to make up my own plot,” you shrug, taking off your shoes and making your way to his couch.

Laughing at you again, Nico makes a pit stop in his kitchen to make both of you a small bowl of ice cream before joining you on the couch.

“You know, I really like it when you wear your glasses, you should wear them more often,” he blurts out, handing you your bowl.

“These bug-eyed things?” you pull a face, earning a real, belly laugh from him. “I’m sorry? Does my face look funny or something?”

He waits until he catches his breath to reply. “Not at all. My beautiful, bug-eyed girlfriend.”

You don’t know why you even buy blush anymore, not ever having to wear any around Nico. “I love that you always say things to give me an ego boost,” you joke.

“I’m being serious,” he responds, the change in his tone confusing you. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met, and the funniest jokester I’ve ever interacted with.”

“You did not just seriously call me a ‘jokester’” you deadpan, ruining the moment.

“Hush, woman, I’m trying to compliment you here,” he lightly scolds, earning a laugh from you. “I’m trying to tell you how much I love you, and you’re caught up on my choice of words.”

You’re stunned to silence. “You…love me?”

“Of course I love you? I’d be crazy not to,” he takes the bowl of half-melted ice cream from your hands and places it on the small table in front of you.

“I’d be crazy not to love you back,” you tell him, sliding your arms around his torso as he crawls over to hover over you.

“Glad neither of us are crazy then,” he whispers onto your lips as he meets them in a kiss.

The kiss is slow and sweet, both of you taking your time savoring one another. You can taste the caramel ice cream on his lips, enhancing his already intoxicating taste.

You think about how hard you’ve fallen for this man. You think you fell for him on your first ‘date’, really, just too scared to say anything until now.

Unknown to you, Nico is thinking the same thing, kicking himself for not telling you sooner.

You also think about how much you love living life with Nico. How he always seems to know how to cheer you up when you’re upset. How he brings you coffee and bagels every morning on his way home from workouts. How he plans double date nights with Jack and your best friend, knowing that you feel like you neglect her sometimes, being too caught up in your life with him.

He treats you better than you’ve ever been treated, not being used to having someone be so attentive and all in as he is.

Nico was the surprise you didn’t know you needed. And while you can’t wait to see where the two of you end up in the future, you love the moments like this, and everything in-between.

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boundbyeclipse · 7 months ago

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she’s my deadly desire.

genre : fluff, slightly suggestive

word count : 1.3k

tags : witch!female!reader, hybrid!klaus, use of alcohol

a/n : i was listening to night vision by mareux while writing this, and i highly recommend this song if you like alternative/indie type of music. totally obsessed with that song. enjoy ♡

Friday evening. The bar is half filled, lots of faces known to the whole town present, including you. You sat by the bar counter, elbows on top of the wooden surface, a black plastic straw in between your fingers. Mixing the ice cubes in your almost empty glass to melt them, you huff, tired of dealing with the hybrid himself for the whole week. Chasing you here and there, he hasn’t left you alone. Subtle gifts like a necklace, roses delivered to your door, a bundle of candles and herbs. Those were at your door every single day, and it only made you want to stop accepting them in hopes of him leaving you be. Obviously, those gifts were nice, especially the herbs that you’ve been looking for to practice some new spells, but he was far from being done with you.

The door creaked open as a tall, handsome man stepped inside, an immediate smirk across his face when he recognised you. Yes, even from the back. Everyone at the bar collectively shifted their gazes towards him. His hair was slightly curly, skin soft and eyes mellow. Dressed in all black, he walked with such confidence, a slight swagger in his step. He scooched in between the bar counter and the stool, sitting down as he motioned at the bartender.

“One whiskey, please” he spoke, then turning his attention to you.

“Klaus Mikaelson. Found me yet again” you sighed, tilting your head to the side as you sipped the last of your drink. You didn’t really want to look at him right now, you were fed up.

A smile budded on his lips.

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, love. I’m here to cheer you up yet again. Except that I don’t have any gifts for you this time” his voice dropped an octave lower at the last sentence.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, pushing the empty glass aside.

“Good. I didn’t ask for any in the first place”

“But you’re wearing the obsidian necklace I gifted you. You might’ve not asked for it, but you still have it around your neck”

You gulped as you grasped onto the necklace that you wore, holding it tightly in your fist in an attempt to hide it. The panic set in and you didn’t know how to react or what to say. Yet you had words slip past your lips.

“Obsidian protects me, okay? I just don’t understand why it doesn’t protect me from you”

“You think I have some bad intentions?,” his brows knitted together, “darling, you better trust that I don’t”

You rolled your eyes again, still avoiding any kind of eye contact with the hybrid next to you. His cologne traveled through your nostrils every time he moved, and you could not lie to yourself - it really smelled good. Slightly minty, fresh, not too spicy, yet captivating enough to your senses. It was no lie that Klaus himself was a really hot dude, and it was something you found yourself thinking about from time to time. But god knows why you chose to play hard to get and act like he annoys the living hell out of you. Things were the other way around. Only time could tell when you were going to show what you really think about him.

Klaus shifted in his seat, gulping his drink as he placed the glass down and began to spin it in circles with his fingers.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You shook your head.

“No, I can’t have too much”

“Why? Are you lightweight?”

Just say yes, just say yes, god damn it!

“No. It makes my legs spread for dangerous men like you”

His eyebrows inched upward, as he looked upon you in stunned silence. But not for long, as he broke into laughter that he couldn’t seem to control. Why is he laughing? Does he find it funny?

“That’s not why I’m asking, love. See, I was only being a gentleman and offered to pay for your drink. But okay, if you say so” he shrugged, downing the strong liquor he had ordered earlier.

“Doesn’t change my answer” you give him a fake smile as you get your wallet and zip it open, about to hand money to the bartender. You jump as Klaus grabs your wrist and pushes your arm down.

“At least let me pay for the one you drank already”

You click your tongue and sigh heavily.

“Fine!”

Klaus lets go of your hand gently and pays for your drink as well as his own, eyes darting your way as you hopped off the chair, ready to leave.

“Oh-“ he got off his chair too, blocking the way as he stood in front of you. This man made your heart beat so loud that the entire public in this building could hear it. Except the non-supernatural ones, of course.

“Slow down, sweetheart. I’m not letting such a beautiful girl like you go home on her own this late. May I?” he fixed his jacket and offered you his forearm, giving you such a dazzling smile that made you nothing but weak in the knees. Of course you could say no, walk away and just call a taxi to get you home. Of course you could just scoff and mock him before taking off. Of course you could curse him out and tell him to leave you alone. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your face only flushed with redness as you stood there staring at his arm, hesitantly taking it without making any eye contact.

What are you doing with Klaus? Or more like, what is Klaus doing to you? It can’t be the alcohol because you only had one cocktail, it wasn’t even enough to get you tipsy. You just couldn’t resist him, and it was strange. The cologne was intoxicating as well as the way he spoke. It was so lovely and soft, so gentle, so caring. The blood in your veins ran hot as you walked out of the bar clinging onto his forearm, embarrassed by the choice you’ve made.

You were silent the whole time until he got you home. You found no words to say to him, everything felt awkward and weird. But it didn’t matter to him that you were quiet as if your mouth was sewed up. Klaus was the brave one. So where did the hard-to-get you go to?

“I can hear your little heart, you know?” he whispered lowly, his finger brushing a strand of hair out of your face, you then unconsciously leaning into his palm.

He found it adorable.

You nodded, absolutely vulnerable in front of the curly headed hybrid.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me. Nor avoid me, or my gifts. I’m doing it all with good intentions only. I know it probably makes me a little bit of a creep, but trust me, it’s not what I am. I just know that you need some sort of a distraction from all the crap you’re dealing with. I hope what I do helps you”

“Thank you” you finally speak as you look into his eyes, really shy, really unsure, but don’t look away.

“No need to thank me. Now go ahead, get inside”

You smiled while licking your lips as you unlocked your door and opened it, stopping on the doorstep as you looked at Klaus. He gave you a warm smile, the moon right above his head shining down and illuminating the streets.

“Oh, and were you serious about the legs thing?” Klaus tilted his head as he pointed at you with his index finger. Your eyes lit up, sparkling with anticipation as you broke into a small giggle.

“Shut up. I was just joking,” you shook your head before whispering, “Or maybe not”

Klaus dropped his smile for a second before it returned.

“You know I heard that”

“Goodniiiiight” you waved as you hurriedly shut the door with the biggest grin on your face. Klaus chuckled to himself as he paused for a few seconds before stepping off of the front porch, disappearing into the distance.

#the vampire diaries fluff #the vampire diaries fic #the vampire diaries #tvd fluff #tvd fic #tvd #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson fic #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader

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sorcerousundries · 2 months ago

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Her Graces loyal protecter

Criston Cole as your sworn protector

(the one where he’s injured during a tourney)

Warnings; Fem!Reader, Established relationship, Reader is described with Targaryen features(Violet eyes, long silver hair, implied pale skin), Rhaenyra is wed to Harwin Strong, Rhaenyra and Reader are heavily implied to be twins, Dubious age dynamics, stolen Rhaenyra dialogue, Daemon loves his niece in a non creepy way

A/N: He’s so fine when he shuts up

Content under the cut

The carriage jostled as it went over rocks and bumps in the road, the road to The Red Keep was always long but the road seemed to forever go on as the uncomfortable silence bore on.

You braved a glance to the other side of the carriage. Alicent Hightower. your Sisters Best-friend sat on the other side of the bench like seat.

You remember a time when all three of you would sit underneath the great tree in the courtyard, huddled together with mud staining the bottoms of your dresses, reading the song of ice and fire, one of you shrieking that you weren’t done reading the page.

It felt like centuries ago, now you both sit with blank stares. your father sits at the head of the carriage, before you left, you had a rather nasty row regarding your betrothal.

Your sister had done the same, your father told you.

Your thoughts were cut short as the carriage swayed to a stop, you had to cringe to stop yourself from rolling your eyes when your father took Alicents hand in his, giving her a soft smile.

You sat alone with your thoughts for a couple moments watching through the small window as the two figures disappeared up the steps of the royal box.

You looked down at your gown, typical Targaryen colours, Red and Black.

The rounded neckline encrusted with rubies along with the bodice giving way to panel of red in the middle of the skirt, two dragons on either side of the skirt panels.

“Your grace” you heard someone call, your cue to make your way to the box.

Stepping out of the carriage and taking the steps one at a time, trying to drag out the length before you would have to sit in her another awkward silence before the start of the tourney.

You took your seat, huffing as the velvet crinkled around your form, looking over at the array of knights, you recognise some.

A Greyjoy, a Baratheon, a Hightower, your uncle Daemon and the one you were seeking.

Criston.

In silver armour and a Dornish patterned shield on his forearm with his white cloak splayed on his horses rump, you could not see his face but you smiled at the image of his tan skin and dark locks flickering in your mind.

You’re snapped from your gawking as drums sound, the start of the tourney.

People cheering rings in your ears, you clap as the competitors line up.

Your Aunt Rhaenys blesses Boremund Baratheon with her favor, but it was in vain as he is struck down from his horse.

Your uncle in turn chooses Gwayne Hightower to joust. You can feel the air tense as they take their sides.

You can’t help but snicker as your uncle is very literally taken off his high horse, the second time he gets lucky, darting his lance out to swipe his horses feet from under him.

Gwayne lands hard, Daemon with a smug smile on his face, you stand as daemon trots over to the box.

“Nicely done uncle” you smirk, leaning your forearms onto the bannister, “thank you princess” he grins, “it’s in all certainty I can say that I will win these games lēkianna, yet having your favor would all but assure it” he says, pointing his lance at you.

You snort silently as you walk over to seat, grabbing the red and white knights favor, you lock eyes with Alicent, paralleling her as she done the same thing moons ago.

You toss the favor, it circles his lance before landing at the hilt.

He smiles before trotting back to his place at the tilt, knights chat among themselves before the herald cries “Ser Criston Cole will now tilt against Ser Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the city”.

This stills your heart and you lean forward in your seat, watching as both men take their places.

Both waiting for the other to make their first move, the tension is palpable, almost thick enough to cut with a knife.

In a blink of an eye Daemon spurs his horse forward and both men charge towards eachother, the first lap Daemon nicks Criston, when they swap lances and charge again it felt like it was in slow motion.

Criston jabs Daemon and he falls like a rag doll being dragged by his horse down the tilt bar before face planting onto the ground.

You smile with relief as you watch Criston steady his horse, clapping and cheering for him as the crowd roars.

But your relief fades as Daemon challenges Criston to a contest of arms, they swing at eachother.

Daemon with a sword, Criston with a mace, you watch incredulously as the men swing desperately, their shields breaking down.

Your mouth turns upward in an almost shocked expression as Daemon is struck to the ground, Criston taking the victory, he slaps Cristons hand away as he attempts to help your uncle up.

Both men limp off, you jump from your seat, not minding the puzzled look your father shoots your way, you pick up your skirts as you rush down the stairs, the uneven steps and winding hallways familiar to you.

You end up at the entry flap of his tent, you can hear other knights and nobles speculating and gossiping about the tourney, you open the flap, bowing your head as to not ruin the array of braids neatly arranged on your silver head.

There he sits, shirtless, his tanned muscles flexing as he wipes the gashes on his arms and abdomen, groaning as they sting.

“Ser” you say, grabbing his attention, he looks up immediately “princess” he smiles.

You return the grin, slinking over to him to stand between his legs, taking the blood soiled cloth from his hands, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger, you dab at the blood dripping from the corner of his lip.

“I’ll admit you had me worried for a moment” you murmur, his dark eyes are wide and soft as they look up at your violet ones.

“And why would that be princess?” He smirks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I thought my Uncle had finally got the best of you when he falsely claimed his victory, but it seems you proved me wrong” the praise dripping with honey from your lips as you apply the egg white and wine mixture onto his wounds.

“You certainly know how to make an entrance, don’t you Ser?, I thought you were supposed to be a fearless knight, not a fallen one” you jab playfully.

His smirk grows “I like to think of it as a dramatic flair, besides, I didn’t want to steal all of the attention from the other knights”. You laugh lightly “well you certainly succeeded, now hold still I don’t want to make you look even more of a fool” you seat his shoulder lightly as he squirms from the sting of the paste mixture.

“If you keep talking like that, I might just need to start charging you for my championship, a knight should not have to endure such teasing with proper compensation”.

You raise an eyebrow, “oh?, and what compensation do you have in mind, Ser Criston” you giggle.

He grins “perhaps a dance at the next royal feast?, I promise to keep my feet to myself this time” he chimes, you chuckle as you remember the first time you tried to show Criston how to dance, your toes were sore for nearly two moons after it.

“Is that a challenge?, I’ll have you know Prince Ommen Macklyn told me I was the most charming dancer this side of the emerald sea.

He bows his head as deep laughter reverbs through his chest “I’ve seen how you handle a sword, i can only imagine how you handle the dance floor. I’d be the one needing protection then” your jaw drops in mock offense.

You finish placing the cloth bandage on his jaw before you lean closer, almost touching noses with him, “you know, if you keep flirting with me, I might just honour you with a kiss the next time we dance together”

“That is a dangerous offer to make, I might just take you up on that offer” he hums, gripping your hips softly in his calloused hands to pull you onto his lap.

“Oh of course, how terrible it would be if you took me up on the offer. I suppose I could compromise by offering you a kiss now” you roll your eyes playfully, “truly wicked” he mutters before his lips seal over yours.

#Her graces loyal protector #Criston Cole #Criston Cole x reader #Criston x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd criston #house of the dragon Criston

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zepskies · 2 years ago

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Break Me Down - Part 7

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

AN: I think a lot of you have been waiting on this one…and stick around after the end for something special!

Song Inspo: For this chapter it’s “Can’t Wait” by Foreigner (if you listen to it, you’ll see why).

Word Count: 5,000

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut and feels. That is all.

Part 7: Until Midnight

Two weeks later, you could admit that Ben was frustrating you in a different way than usual.

You didn’t want to like him, or be indebted to him. But he was different lately whenever the two of you were alone. Especially at night, when the two of you often met in the kitchen.

It was the one time where he truly seemed to relax, without his men around him. Without the Soldier Boy persona he wore like a fine tailored suit.

One night, the two of you were once again sitting together in the kitchen after a marathon of all three Hangover movies. Now you each had a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, of which you’d convinced him to try the “Chunky Monkey” so you could have your “Half Baked” brownie pieces and cookie dough to yourself.

Ben had all but inhaled his, while you were still chipping away at half the pint.

“You still hate me?” he asked.

You paused in delving into a thick piece of brownie to look up at his bearded face, which was deceptively nonchalant. If he was asking you that, then he really did want to know.

Yet it was a harder question to answer than you would’ve thought a couple of weeks ago. You decided to level him with the truth this time.

“Like I said before, I don’t have a personal vendetta against you or anything,” you admitted.

Ben rose a brow at you. “But you hate me.”

You sighed. He could be so childish sometimes.

“Have you forgotten that you’re still holding me against my will?” you pointed out. “Presumably until my team can find me, and you can pick them off one by one.”

“You fuckers came at me first,” he countered. “And I haven’t touched you. Hell, I saved you.”

Yes, he had. You couldn’t ignore that fact.

But there were other reasons that he needed to be put in check.

“You’ve killed a lot of fucking people, Ben,” you said. “I can’t imagine how many of them didn’t deserve it. And before you start, collateral damage is not an excuse. It’s murder. You haven’t seemed to care about that, or much of anyone other than yourself and your own amusement.”

There. Cards on the table.

Ben set down his ice cream on the counter with enough force to rattle his spoon. He crossed his arms at you.

“You’re pretty fucking high and mighty for someone who probably spent the last few years up Vought’s shithole,” he pointed out, shaking his head. “Doing their dirty work. Whatever I did back then, it didn’t end with me. You were part of it too.”

You frowned in annoyance. A hot retort was poised on your tongue.

Whatever he did back then? He’d crashed a skyscraper and killed nineteen people last year! He’d taken out nearly the entire cast of Payback, his old team. However justified he felt about the latter, taking a life was taking a goddamn life!

You wanted to say all that and more…but you paused.

Because he wasn’t exactly wrong, about you at least. You knew you’d done your fair share of shit. And you had taken people out, when you’d needed to.

For self-defense, to stop a criminal, to protect someone…and yes, sometimes, you’d been part of the cleanup crew. Disposing bodies and extracting supes from “unfortunate situations.”

Those times made you feel less than human for being a part of it. And it was the main reason why you’d gotten the courage to quit Vought and join Supe Affairs in the first place…

You frowned at the trail of your thoughts, but his voice soon jolted you out of them.

“Ain’t this a bitch,” said Ben. “If you could, you’d want me dead. Even though I saved you.”

Your lips pursed. “Dead is a strong word.”

His angry gaze on you was unrelenting.

“Asleep is as good as dead for me.”

You stared back at him in resignation. Fair enough.

You couldn’t refute that, but you also didn’t know what he wanted from you. He was implying that he wanted you not to hate him, but he wasn’t willing to let you go either.

You got up to put your spoon in the sink, mostly so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore.

Ben rose from his seat. You felt him approach from behind. You still tensed up as his arm reached around your form to drop in his own spoon. His arm withdrew, but he stood just behind you, at your side. His hand curled around the edge of the counter.

Letting out a discreet, steadying breath, you turned towards him and met his assessing gaze…but you soon looked away.

It was too much. He was too much. Even his musky cologne was invading your senses, threatening to cloud your judgment.

Before you could back away, Ben grasped your chin, tilting your face up to him so you couldn’t hide. He heard your pulse picking up with his sensitive ears.

“Well, well. Your heart’s just racing away, baby doll,” he said.

He smirked at the blush rising in your cheeks, despite your defiant gaze. You might’ve said you wanted to put him to sleep, but you definitely didn’t seem to hate him.

“You know, that offer’s still on the table,” he said. Your brow quirked, and you crossed your arms.

“What offer?”

Ben’s hand slid along to frame your jawline, his thumb sweeping across your reddened cheek.

“I can help you end that little dry spell of yours,” he drawled. “Calm that pretty head and have you sleeping soundly tonight.”

Oh, he’d help you fucking sleep, he thought.

He’d help you not be able to sit on that perfect ass for a week. He’d gladly work you up with fingers, lips, and tongue until you threatened to fucking drown him. Until you were writhing at his touch and singing just for him. Until you begged him to fuck you.

But you just rolled your eyes at his offer with a huff. Maybe you didn’t believe he was serious. Oh, but he fucking was.

Overall, you were a pain in his ass. And you had been from the beginning.

You had a dangerously smart mouth for a woman. Along with a stubborn streak to rival his, and a strangely self-righteous attitude for someone who’d mucked through the bowels of Vought and played a part in that world, just like him. You weren’t so fucking innocent either.

But he could also see that you were trying to be different. You had a conscience. A family and friends and a lot of other things that Ben didn’t have anymore. And maybe never had to begin with…

You claimed to want to bring him down, but you cooked for him, hung out with him, and he could start to believe that you actually enjoyed his company, rather than pretended for self-preservation’s sake.

You were a fucking conundrum that he couldn’t totally figure out. And all the while, you didn’t seem to realize how much of a temptation you were.

It didn’t matter if it was that sexy red dress at the club or these plain-ass jeans you were wearing. His hands itched to mold to your curves, squeeze and tease and familiarize himself until he could find out how glorious it would be to damn near suffocate between your thighs.

Your pretty blush, however, was spreading down your neck. Ben wondered how far he could make it go as he glanced down your V-neck top. His smile edged into a grin.

“I’ll admit, maybe I haven’t been the best host,” he said, injecting some charm. “You gotta be bored as all hell by now.”

You swallowed as his hand moved down the side of your neck. His fingers slid into your hair, but he kept the smooth pad of his thumb brushing across your cheek. You didn’t want to admit that it felt nice—and electrifying at the same time.

His touch was raising goosebumps down the back of your neck, tingling down your spine.

“You might be projecting,” you managed to quip. “Is the conveyor belt of prostitutes and drugs finally losing its appeal?”

You studied his face, his smirk, and you had a feeling you had deduced correctly: he was bored too. But now you knew why he didn’t want you to hate him.

He just wanted to fuck you.

That thought wasn’t so surprising. It seemed this man could jump into bed with just about anything with a pulse. But it still made a tendril of heat lick up your spine and your face flush.

You should’ve just pushed him away already…but his nearness was mucking up your good sense.

The truth was, you weren’t afraid of him. Not anymore. And maybe you didn’t hate him.

Maybe…

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” he asked you.

Your lips parted, halting on a reply.

Ben smirked. His hand tightened in your hair, and he finally began to lean down.

But your breath hitched. You instinctively pressed your hands against his chest before he could kiss you, a firm push.

“Ben,” you uttered.

He stopped, looking down at you with knitted brows. He just thought you were being stubborn now, a fucking tease even…

Until he saw the frisson of fear in your eyes.

He quirked a resigned smile. Stroking your cheek one last time, he let you go.

“All right,” he said. “Maybe next time.”

Your heart was hammering like a Phil Collins drum solo inside your chest as you made your way back to your room.

What the hell, what the hell.

He’d teased and flirted with you before, but not like this. It wasn’t totally obnoxious or disgusting, like he’d genuinely been trying to persuade you. He’d even looked disappointed when you stopped him. And he’d allowed you to stop him.

(And you resisted a shudder at the contrasting memory of Antonio.)

When you were back in your room, you released a relieved sigh. Your hands trembled on the doorknob.

But it wasn’t fear that’d made you nervous with Ben. Not exactly. It was the insane part of you that actually wanted to take him up on his offer.

Fuck, you thought, raising a palm to your still-warm forehead. I really must be crazy. Or sick. Sick in the head.

Or it had been a stupidly long time since you’d gotten laid.

“Seriously, tell me,” he’d said once, still with a deceptively light grip on your chin. The pad of his thumb brushed your full lower lip, making your breath hitch. He glanced down at your mouth, then back into your eyes.

“How fucking long’s it been since that pretty pussy’s been touched? ‘Cause in my opinion, that’s a damn shame.”

The memory caused a delicate tingle in your lower belly, pulsing between your legs. You took in a deep, calming breath through your nose.

That’s it, you thought. I’m done with this.

So you tried for a cold shower first. For the record, you locked the bathroom door before you undressed and hopped into the shower. As the water beat against your back and you dutifully lathered soap on your skin, you couldn’t help imagining his heavy hands running over your body.

Fuck. You frowned and quickly dragged yourself out of the shower.

For a few minutes, you were too antsy to get dressed. You paced your small room wearing only a towel, not even thinking really. Just frustrated beyond belief (sexually or otherwise). The truth was, you needed something, or you were going to implode.

With a heavy sigh, you laid in bed on your side, still wrapped in your towel. You wrapped your hair up in a loose bun and closed your eyes, just taking a few moments to breathe evenly.

Your knees were folded up, almost to your chest. But you relaxed and let your thighs fall open. With a tentative hand, you decided to slide up between your thighs, just teasing the seam of your pussy.

Then with a sigh, you delved between your folds and teased yourself, to start with. Warmth grew in your lower belly, and you sighed louder when you slid a finger inside. You were wet already just with this, and your sighs turned to shallow breaths, and even a moan once heat flooded through your core, and you were getting close…

But a knock at the door just had to startle you.

“Hey, sweetheart. You there?”

Your eyes widened with a gasp, and you moved your hand back to your thigh. Oh shit.

It was Ben. Of course it was fucking Ben.

“Ah, w-wait a minute,” you replied. You scrambled out of bed to lock the door before he tried to come in.

But just your luck, he cracked it open just as you got there. You were met with his handsome face.

His brows rose, his lips then curving when he looked down at you. Or more specifically, you clad in only a towel. You tightened it up on reflex, with a hand on the twisted part at your chest.

“Excuse me,” you said in annoyance. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”

His mouth twitched at a deeper grin.

“It’s nothing major. I just had to ask you something,” he said, with an air of nonchalance that only made you suspicious.

Your lips pressed together as you rose an expectant brow.

“Okay, ask,” you said.

Ben reached for your hand, the one holding your towel together.

“Can I see this hand?”

You yelped and secured the towel with your other hand while he examined the one he held.

“What’s your problem?” you asked, with real irritation now. Ben ignored you in favor of staring at your hand, specifically the pads of your fingers. Then his gaze cut to you slyly.

He held your middle and index finger up to his nose, with an obscene inhale.

Your eyes grew wide as your heart stuttered. He did not just…

And Ben smirked.

“I think you’re the one with the fucking problem,” he said knowingly. He took a step forward, but you stepped back. Unfortunately, that just brought your back against the doorframe. Your mouth went dry when you again looked up at him.

“I don’t know what—”

He stopped you before you could deny it further.

“You think I couldn’t fucking hear you?” he asked.

You bit your lip. Oh God.

His brows ran even higher, his smirk ever deeper. His lust-ridden eyes raked over you, but they soon met yours again. His thumb ran down the inside of your wrist, over your quickening pulse point.

“I know you’re frustrated. It’s been a while, huh?” he said. “Believe me, I know the fucking feeling. But I can take care of that little problem for you. Take care of you.”

You took in a tremulous breath. His heady voice was a curse, reverberating through your chest and running straight down between your legs, warm and pulsing. He raised your chin to make you look up at him.

“You don’t have to like me for that, do you?” he asked.

It was as honest an offer as you were ever going to get. You had to give it to him though, in this, he was a good goddamn actor. He seemed to have figured out exactly what it would take to soften your resolve.

In fact, he fucking crumbled it.

You released a shuddering breath, and tugged him into your room by his shirt. With a hand behind his neck, you pulled him down into your hungry lips.

That kiss was warm and heady, fueled with a passion that only waiting and wanting could create.

Ben took the invitation to heart, grabbing your hips and already bunching the fabric of your towel. It was thin, and he felt the soft give of your curves underneath. He hoisted you up into his arms.

While a normal man might’ve struggled, you knew it was effortless for him. You willingly wrapped your legs around his waist and held his face with both hands. You broke the kiss for a second so you could brush his hair back and made sure he looked into your eyes this time.

“I don’t hate you,” you told him between panting breaths. “I should, but I don’t.”

And that was the God’s honest truth.

Ben paused at that. He roamed your face, maybe judging if he believed you or not.

Then, his mouth curved, and with one hand he reached back to slam your bedroom door shut. It shook on its hinges, but he didn’t wait for it to settle as he walked you to the bed and laid you there beneath him. Your hair fell out of its messy bun and fanned out on the pillow.

Ben gazed down at you, enjoying the sight of you all laid out for him. You were already breathing shallowly, your beautiful eyes bright with anticipation and wild desire. They were honest, and he liked that he finally knew what you were thinking.

He claimed a tight grip on your smooth thighs, parting them so he could find his way in between. He moved his way up to claim your lips next. They were plush and pliant under his.

You sighed against his mouth, diving a hand into his soft hair and running a hand down to the buttons of his shirt. He stopped you and all but tore it off himself.

You blinked in surprise, and then giggled a little at his impatience. But it allowed you to explore the new expanse of golden tan skin, down his neck, over his firm chest and muscular arms.

He relished in it for a moment—your touch. Your hands were soft and warm, and you looked to be genuinely enjoying yourself.

He smirked at that, but he grabbed your wrists before they could venture too much farther than the trail of hair leading below his belt. He trapped them against the bed on either side of your head, and you raised your brows at him with an annoyed little frown. Ben had to chuckle.

“Did I say you could touch me yet?” he said. You met him with a challenging tilt of your chin.

“Who says you get to make all the rules?” you asked. Your calf slid up between his legs, brushing insistently against his already rock-hard length. Ben let out something between a grunt and a moan, and didn’t realize that his grip on your arms was starting to get more than bruising.

You winced, with a pained sound caught in your throat. “Ben, you’re gonna break me.”

He amended his grip immediately, frowning at himself. He knew how to control his goddamn strength, even in moments like this (usually). Maybe he was too fucking excited to finally have you beneath him.

But he soothed his thumbs over your wrists and heeded the tug of your hands down to your waiting kiss. He braced an arm above your head and all but devoured you, slipping his tongue past your lips.

He kissed you like a man starving. Like you’d never been kissed in your life, and it was all you could to keep up with his demands.

Eventually he burned a wet trail from your lips to your jaw, down the column of your neck. He inhaled your floral soap, a scent that had been driving him crazy for days.

He sucked hard behind your ear, and you gasped, thought you were going to see stars.

Unconsciously you gripped at his hair, tugging more harshly than you meant to. But by the pleased sound he made against your skin, you figured he didn’t mind.

Ben soothed a heavy hand up your side and reached between you to untie your flimsy towel. And you let out a slightly shaky breath when he took in your fully naked form for the first time.

“Hmm,” his lips slipped into a grin. “I knew it. Fucking beautiful.”

You couldn’t help but blush, but you didn’t quite know what to say. Ben noticed; it wasn’t too often that he had you speechless.

Amused, he thumbed at your lower lip once more, making you smile almost shyly. (He kind of liked that too.)

And he finally touched you, brushing a hand between the valley of your breasts before palming at one of them. You sighed in appreciation, then moaned as his lips found the other one, his tongue swirling languidly around your nipple.

You arched into his touch, gripped into every groove and dip of muscle in his arms, especially when his fingers rolled and pinched just hard enough on the other nipple.

Your thighs pressed together between the cage of his legs, trying to find friction.

Ben noticed. He let one hand sooth down your belly, half pinning you down as he continued his relentless exploration. You wanted to touch him too, but right now he wasn’t letting up. Everywhere he touched and kissed and sucked set your skin on fire, and enhanced the flood between your legs.

“Ben,” you panted into his ear. If you weren’t allowed to find out what he liked yet (though you had several ideas), then you wanted him to touch you.

“Be fucking patient,” he said with a chuckle. “I know what the fuck I’m doing.”

You had no doubt of that. But you were becoming impatient.

“Yeah? Am I gonna be as old as you before we get to it?” you teased. Ben glanced up at you, but seeing your smirk, his own grew.

“All right you little shit,” he muttered. He moved up to claim your smart-ass lips, swallowing your giggle as he took a firm grip of your hair.

His other hand, meanwhile, slid up the back of your thigh to grip a nice handful of your ass. He ground his clothed dick into your core and made you both moan.

He slipped a hand up the inside of your thigh and brushed between your legs, making you quiver with anticipation.

He smiled and glanced down.

“Finally, something I recognize in this century,” he remarked. “A nice bush.”

Your brows raised high, both in surprise and slight embarrassment. No one had ever given you that particular compliment before. But you did pride yourself on being neatly trimmed.

“What?” you still uttered.

“Women are so damn waxed nowadays. Feels like I’m fucking a mannequin,” he said.

“Oh, yeah.” You giggled as something occurred to you. “I’m assuming you encountered some bare landing strips on your tour of Brazil.”

He snorted in response. “One girl actually tried to get me on the waxing table. Something about a ‘manzilian.’”

You couldn’t help it. You pictured how confused he must’ve been at that particular offer. How damn near offended (and possibly intrigued).

And you laughed genuinely so hard that you covered your eyes as they teared up.

It made Ben smirk on reflex, feeling pleased that he achieved that kind of reaction out of you.

“You tapped out on that one, huh?” you asked, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

Ben shrugged. “Wasn’t so bad, actually.”

At that, you laughed even harder. Oh, how you wished you could’ve seen that.

Ben quirked an amused brow at you.

“You laughin’ at me, sweetheart?” he warned. He reached between your legs while you were distracted, and thick fingers slipped between your wet folds. You yelped in surprise, but then moaned in pleasure as his thumb found your already sensitive clit.

But he, in fact, knew how to take care of you. His thick digits explored your channel and rubbed persistently against that spongey part near the back, slipping in and out with ease, and circling deliberately around your clit until your inner walls squeezed around his hand.

All the while, you held on tight to his shoulders and shuddered at the warmth cresting deep inside you.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, with a clenching hand in your hair. “Squeeze the shit out of me. Come all over my fucking hand, and then I’ll consider filling you up to the fucking brim.”

With a long and keening moan, you came apart, hot and wet over his fingers.

“Shit. That’s a good girl,” he praised with a nod. He stroked inside you a couple more times before he withdrew his glistening hand.

You held onto his other one as you panted for breath. “Fuck.”

“Fucking right,” he said smugly.

You rolled your eyes, but you still smiled as you sat up and went for his belt. You were surprised he hadn’t fully undressed himself sooner, but he sat up and let you do it.

The two of you knelt on the bed as the belt came free, followed by his pants and underwear and socks (he’d long ago kicked off the shoes). His smug smirk came back now that he was in his full glory, so to speak.

Another blush heated your face. You’d seen him like this once before, but there had been…a lot going on that time.

This time you had him all to yourself. Your canvas to explore. You started with kisses down his neck, like he’d done to you, biting and sucking though you couldn’t leave any marks on his skin.

Not fair, you thought in disappointment, but at least you were eliciting some pleased and guttural sounds the further down you went. And then you took his hard, velvety cock in your hands.

He was big enough that you were maybe a little concerned, but not enough to deter you as you teased him with your soft hands, then squeezed and caressed experimentally. He gripped your hips tight.

“Now who’s taking a fucking eternity,” he gritted out. He encouraged you to lie back and raised your hips. You found purchase on his shoulders as your eyes met with his, and after a beat, you smiled and gave a short nod.

Ben aligned himself at your entrance and, slowly as he could manage, pushed inside you. You cried out as he stretched you, filled you deep and bottoming out with mangled moans from both of you.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so fucking good already.”

You managed to smile and run a hand down his chest. “Uh, you didn’t ask, but I am on birth control.”

His brows furrowed in realization. “What, the fucking pill?”

His team certainly hadn’t supplied you with that for the past month.

You shook your head. “No. An IUD. It’s fine.”

You couldn’t believe you two were having this conversation when he was literally inside you already.

“What? Thought those died out in the 70s,” he said.

“Well, they came back,” you said impatiently. “Just fuck me, Ben!”

Not one to be told twice, Ben continued by slowly pulling out of you, nearly the entire length of his cock, before pushing back in. It was torturous for him, but he knew you needed the time to adjust. By the third stroke, however, he snapped back into you more forcefully.

It elicited a gasp and pleased shudder out of you. Grinning, he picked up the pace from there and pounded into you at a relentless clip. You held onto his arms for dear life, your nails clawing fruitlessly into his skin. You grabbed his hand when he reached a particularly good angle, moaning his name.

“That’s right, crooner. Soon enough I’ll have you singing my fucking name,” he growled. “Knew I was gonna have you just like this, fucking you raw.”

You moaned in response. His words, his voice, his touch, it was all breaking you down and taking you apart, piece by piece.

Meanwhile, your voice only spurred him on. Letting go of your hand, his reached for your cheek. Then it slid down to your neck.

“You got a safe word, baby girl?” he asked, closing a firm, but playful hand around your throat.

But before he could put much pressure, your eyes flew open. Not in arousal, but in panic. Your hands flew to grasp at his wrist.

“Don’t! Please, don’t.”

Ben looked down at you, surprised enough to pause in all his movements. He released his hand.

He’d very rarely seen wide-eyed panic in your eyes and in your voice. And you’d never said please.

But then, even more strange, you got embarrassed.

You looked away from him as you caught your breath. Ben called to you uncertainly, perhaps for the first time using your actual name.

You took in a deep breath and sat up. But instead of pushing him away, like he half-expected, you moved so that you were both on your knees and you were straddling his lap.

Using his shoulders as leverage, you resumed the pace of dipping his still hard cock inside you, making you both groan in relief.

Ben helped you, gripping your hips to bounce you on top of him.

Soon enough, he grunted as that familiar tightening and heat of pleasure started to make his upward thrusts wild. He knew he was close…

And he snaked a hand between you to roll over your clit, making sure you were going to get there with him.

A deep tremble went through your lower belly, tightening your inner walls around him impossibly tight as you started to come. Then he followed, finally spilling up and into you.

His arms came around your waist like steel bands as you relaxed on top of him, panting for breath and holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

You gazed down into his eyes, and then his growing, triumphant smirk. It triggered your own wry smile.

And you had to wonder, What the hell did I just do?

AN: Was it as good for you as it was for me? 😏

But ok, seriously, I'm a bit self-conscious when it comes to writing smut, so I genuinely hope you enjoyed the ride lol.

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You called his name again and took his face with both hands.

“Wherever you are in your mind right now, you’re here with me. Stay with me!” you raised your voice. His skin was getting really hot.

You gasped and had to let go of him when it threatened to burn you. His chest started to glow and hum. Your eyes widened, and finally, so did his.

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spikeandset · 7 months ago

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Their wedding/first dance songs

This is because I’ve been obsessed with weddings and am a hopeless romantic, let me know if there are anymore you’d like to know 😇

Hinata - Absolutely something like accidentally in love by counting crows. He’s definitely ready to be more silly than serious when it comes to your first dance because you guys just got married! That’s an exciting thing why NOT be crazy and happy? I feel like he would be the type to prefer a last dance to a slow song (something like nothing by Bruno Major) once everyone’s left to make it a more intimate moment and to allow his excitement to melt away into just pure joy. (Plus the pictures came so sweet for your last dance, he was basically giving you heart eyes the entire time and you had the biggest smile on your face.)

LAST DANCE OF THE NIGHT

Your now husband smiles as he shoos the last guest into their uber and waves them off. Coming back into the venue he nods at the DJ to give him the okay to play the last song as he makes his way over to you and smiles at you. The whole day had been filled with tears of joy and happiness as he takes one of your hands, interlocking your fingers and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you, so so so much.” His whispers quietly to you as you smile at him, almost too stunned for words.

You can’t even really hear the song, you’re so infatuated with him as you rest your head on his shoulder, hearing the soft clicks of the photographers camera. Eventually you can hear the song slowing down, and you look up at him, eyes watery out of the sheer flood of emotion you feel.

“I love you more-“ you say shakily as you smile, pressing your lips to his, and for dramatic and the most romantic effect he could think of, he dips you down.

Eventually bringing you back up to your feet, he grins at you, “you’re stuck with me for life now, babe, you ready?” He laughs out, wiping the few tears that had fallen down your cheek.

Kageyama - Something like How would you feel (Paean) by Ed Sheeran, I think the song that you guys pick really focuses on words that are sometimes difficult to get out to each other. It’s not that you guys don’t say ‘I love you’ to each other! I think that Kageyama may have a harder time talking about his feelings, so he prefers to choose songs that convey them, and then show them to you. So, any song that centers on saying ‘I love you’ or how much love you feel for this person, I think it’s likely you’d agree for it to be your wedding song. As for the time of dance? Similar to hinata I think he would prefer a private moment with you, I think that he would do a last dance after everyone has left the reception with you rather than a first. He knows he wants to be able to have one moment with you completely alone all day, so this was going to be his chance to have it.

LAST DANCE

Kageyama smiles at you as he holds his hand out to you.

“One last dance?” He asks you with a hesitant smile on his face.

If we’re being honest he was terrified of stepping on your now bare feet (you’d taken your shoes off halfway through the reception because your feet hurt). Smiling at him, you bow down, “Why of course, my husband.” You smile at him as you take his hand, starting to dance.

For the first time today, you felt so relaxed that you could fall asleep standing up in his arms. Yawning you hum the song quietly, and mumble an “I love you so much-“ to him sleepily.

He smiles to himself and kisses your temple, “I love you too, y/n” he says as he was still watching your feet nervously.

He eventually relaxed into the song, humming along with you.

“Ice cream after?” He mumbles in your ear, even during his wedding, food was always on the forefront of his mind, and you didn’t mind one bit, “duh, only if I’m in sweats”

“You’ll look just as amazing” he says as he kisses your forehead, hearing the song come to an end.

Tsukki - You cannot convince me Tsukki is not a cigarettes after sex lover. He definitely listened to them to get homework done both in high school and college. He’s been wanting the song apocalypse to be played at his wedding for so long. So, when it came time to choose a song you both knew exactly what song it would be. I think Tsukki is more traditional in the sense that he would want you guys to do a first dance, but really only for immediate family. The only reason either of you allowed anyone to watch was because of the constant pestering about it that was driving the pair of you beyond crazy. However you decided you would allow other guests in after the first dance is over, he’s not a super flashy guy, so too many people would probably annoy him, as long as you’re okay with it of course.

First Dance

You smile up at your now husband as the song starts to play, both of you slow dancing almost like a middle school dance. It was only a little awkward at first, but it was more because you were nervous about messing up by stepping on his feet.

“Y/n you know I’ll still love you even if you step on my feet…..right?” He mumbles into your ear.

Of course you almost instantly relax and laugh a little up at him.

“You sure? You seemed like you were gonna cry when we practiced-“ you smile at him and for once, he gives the same smile back.

Absolutely anything for you.

The pair of you had parents and siblings in tears as you danced, not paying any mind to the small crowd around you watching, only having eyes for each other. Towards the end of the dance, he gives you a small smile, almost like it was only for you, as he spun you around once and held you in his arms for one extra moment at the end of the song.

Yamaguchi - Glue song by beabadoobee. I just KNOW he makes playlists for you for every occasion ever and always includes this song as an ‘I love you’. It could not fit the playlist completely, but when it comes on in shuffle you never skip it because it means so much to the two of you. Even when you’re in the car with friends you make them leave it and explain why that song means so much to you. I think the timing of the dance would be an actual first dance, and I don’t think he would mind everyone watching. Of course if you would prefer it to be more private, he wouldn’t mind that at all. He just wanted some nice pictures of the two of you dressed up and dancing, he didn’t care who was in the background of them.

First dance

Giving you a smile as the song starts, Yams takes your hands, the ballroom dancing lessons you guys took together finally paying off. The two of you made up the routine as you went, but were sure to include many picturesque moments through the dance. Such as Yamaguchi twirling you and dipping you down and kissing you. But the most important thing to the two of you was the song. As you danced, the two of you sang it quietly together, as if this just came on the radio and it was just the two of you. Because right now it was, even in a room of people it felt like just the two of you together. By the end of the song, your foreheads were pressed together and he mutters, “I love you so much, I can’t wait to do life with you, honey.”

You don’t think you’ve ever smiled bigger than in that moment.

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mikedfaist · 9 months ago

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Love Will Tear Us Apart: I

It's 12:43 am but it is here, and my eyes are dry and burning. It got a little sloppy towards the end, but this is just for tumblr and nothing has to be perfect. Also I apologize it's so short; the other chapers will be longer!

Riff was fucked.

Tony had warned him. Ice – despite having seen you first – raised a hand to his friend’s shoulder with reluctance. Action sat complacent in the booth with a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, watching the boys ogle in your direction.

“Riff, don’t—” Tony set his glass down on the table, already halfway standing to grab at his shirtsleeve.

“Just want to say hi—is that so bad? Can’t say hi to a pretty girl?” He glances down at his friend, noticeably at the iron grip Tony had on him; plainly unaware of Baby John shifting in his seat to get a better look at you.

“Don’t mess with her, alright?” Tony pushed Riff back down into his seat, landing with a thud. “Don’t need you causin’ shit that don’t need to be causin’.”

“’M causin’ nothin’. Got your panties in a twist over some girl—”

“Do you not—” Tony huffs, leaning over the table to lessen the distance with his friend. “Riff, that’s Balkan’s sister.”

Riff focused passed Tony, squinting his eyes, assessing every inch of you as you strode across the room toward the jukebox. You flip through the songs before you finally settle on one.

I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos.

“Riff, stop.” Tony snaps his fingers to break his stare, lifting his drink back up to his lips. “Leave her alone.”

“’M not—” He asserts, exasperated, lifting his hand up dramatically. “Haven’t done nothin’.”

“No, but I know you. Leave her alone.”

“Didn’t know Balkan had a sister.” Baby John furrowed his eyebrows, peering around Ice to get a better look at you.

Action shook his head and took a swig from his drink. “Probably didn’t want you animals to know.” Riff looked back at Action with distaste. Leave it to him to know who you are. “She’s friends with Rhonda.” He shrugs, pushing his bottle back to his lips.

“What’s her name?”

“Riff, stuff it.” Tony sighs.

“Pretty sure he said if he saw Riff with her, he’d skin him alive.” Action snorts against the brim of his drink.

“Balkan?”

“Who else?”

“We got’a jokester over here.” Riff chuffs, ruffling his hair. He lightly bumps Ice’s arm, chuckling below his breath. When he looks back over at you, you’re twirling your straw in your drink, head cocked to the side in concentration as you converse with your group. Your nose crinkles a little as you smile, nodding in affirmation.

He’s entranced by you, the forbidden fruit.

“Riff,” Tony warns, his voice stern. “You mess with her, and Balkan finds out, I’m not comin’ to save you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” He finally pulls away from you, reaching out to grab a pack of cigarettes from the table.

The problem was, Tony knew Riff better than anyone. He could threaten Riff a hundred times every day, but if there was one thing Riff was, it was committed. Once he set his eyes on you, it was all over for him, and Tony knew this.

Riff took a drag from his cigarette and lifted his chin up to exhale a puff of smoke.

“Fuck—she’s looking over here.” Baby John straightens up, eyes widening, dodging around the table at the boys.

“Can’t imagine why,” Action rolls his eyes. “Got Riff buggin’ her from across the room.”

“Alright—” Riff bites, turning to face Action with aversion.

“Riff,” Tony interferes, standing up from the booth. “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

“Okay, pal, if this is about…” Riff gestures toward you with a flick of his cigarette. “You have my word. I won’t bother her.”

“I might,” Baby John mutters below his breath, and all four heads spin to face him.

“Balkan will still beat your ass, Baby John.”

“Riff,” His voice is stagnant, but poignant. “Let’s go.”

He’s reluctant, and when he bids you one final glance, he can see you staring back at him, inquisitive. Riff holds his breath, and he silently prays that you will walk over here and introduce yourself, but your friend leans close to your side, whispers something in your ear, and you shake your head, turning back toward your group.

“You’re not special, Riff. Any guy in here would snag her if they had the chance.” Riff looks back up at Tony, hurt. “Is she really worth losing the Jets for?” Because that would be the only outcome of this.

“Guess not, bud.” Riff fakes a smile, turning out of the booth to leave. As the pair make their way toward the exit, Riff spots you by the jukebox, and it’s before he steps out the door he hears the first notes.

Don’t Leave Me Now by Elvis Presley.

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mitchellpete · 1 year ago

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Dating Maverick (Headcanons)

summary: What dating Mav is like. (In ‘86 and in TG:M)

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst

word count: 1278

A/N: if anybody wants a drabble/one-shot or for me to expand on any one of these (or if you wanna just talk about or exchange hcs), drop me an inbox!

1986 (and a few years after-ish)

Maverick is a very gentle lover. It didn’t seem so at first, with how cocky and flirty he might’ve been to catch your attention, but after the second date? So vulnerable and soft with you.

He can sing! Like actually super well. You noticed one day and now you ask him to sing when you can’t sleep. He was kind of self-conscious at first, used to singing with Goose in a playful, rowdy manner, as opposed to softly to you. He grew more comfortable as time passed, and now he likes to sing you his mother’s favorite songs.

But also gets incredibly obnoxious sometimes and will loudly impersonate Elvis while you’re trying to get something done.

Spontaneous road trips on his motorcycle (when he’s able). Dinner in Oceanside. Lunch in Palm Springs. A pick up in Vegas. A day in Phoenix. When? Now! Now?!

Knows the Southwest like the back of his hand, actually. It’s not as fun as flying, but driving through the wide, open stretch of desert with you clinging behind him is one of his absolute favorite pastimes.

Is from somewhere in the Southwest, therefore he absolutely hates the cold. Will have the heater on in the winter time and is not opposed to getting wrapped up in blankets by you. You tease him on how easily cold he gets, and he’ll playfully go “Whatever.”

You frequently find random candid photos of you. Taped to his wall, to his fridge, suddenly framed on his bedside table. He almost never mentions them until you laugh and point them out, to which he responds, “I thought you looked pretty there.” (With a shit-eating grin.)

Definitely has one in his F-14, by the way.

Is very stubborn about his attire. Very insistent on dressing like a cowboy at all times. You had to buy him his first pair of beach shorts.

Loves seeing you in his clothes; he’s crazy about it, actually.

Very cute lunch dates. He knows the best diners.

He likes taking you out for ice cream. Sometimes you share a cone and watch the sunset and the planes soaring through the sky.

He’s the best kisser. He prefers soft, sensual kissing and it definitely has its effect on you.

He has a habit of leaving paper planes everywhere. Some with love notes in them, others with funny doodles. Sometimes it’s just both of your names written, a little heart in between.

He rambles a lot. He’s very, very passionate about flying, and about his plane. Though you might not know what he’s talking about, nodding along with a simple smile and asking him a few questions makes him so happy. “Well, no, you see..” And then he goes on and on again.

At the same time, Maverick can be difficult sometimes. Especially after Goose. Sometimes he feels he needs to be alone, but don’t take it personally. He appreciates your support, but he’s been conditioned to “suck it up and move on.” It weighs on him to have to try, so expect him to be a bit quieter at times, a bit slower. You can sit around with him as he sulks, your head on his shoulder to let him know you need him, and that he’s loved. That he doesn’t have to isolate.

You get to watch him visibly becoming Bradley’s father figure.

“Hey, about tomorrow’s date. Can I bring the kid?”

Melting when he’s got Bradley in his lap in front of you, making airplane noises with a french fry to watch Bradley giggle and clap. Your heart swells at how good he is with him.

“Pete.. You can’t take him to watch that movie; it’s not for kids.” His signature grin. “Carole won’t mind.”

TG:M

Still sings to you. Or, in general, really. He likes to hum while making you breakfast.

He writes all your dates on his calendar.

He’s very playful with you. Likes making you double over in laughter because it usually results in you wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

But he also enjoys when you tease him. Tell him there’s something he can’t do as well as he used to and boy, he will prove you wrong. He insists he’s getting better with age.

He’s still as flirty as ever. Except, you’re already dating, so he does it to watch how flustered you get. He loves making you blush.

He likes pet names. Sweetheart and honey are the ones he calls you the most.

He still does not like proper beach attire. Will roll up his jeans and call it a day.

He loves beach days with you, though. He likes laying back on the sand and watching you sunbathe, or play in the water.

You’re almost scared of phone calls now, with the way you’ve been called and informed of the accidents he’s been in while testing his planes. Though most are minor, you can’t help but worry that the next one might not be.

You’ve cried to him a couple times, making him promise he’ll be careful.

He’s a bigger cuddler at his older age, with the habit of pulling you from where you stand, from whatever you’re doing, and tugging you into bed with him.

He likes it when you play with his hair. It’ll lull him to sleep sometimes. Especially when you gently massage at his scalp, and bonus if you’re giving him kisses too. The fastest way to get him asleep, truly.

Alternatively, he also likes playing with yours. He’ll randomly twirl a strand when you’re in front of him, will tuck another behind your ear, will softly intertwine his fingers in it while you lay on him.

When he’s able, sleeping in together. As often as he can.

He notices you so well. If something is bothering you, he’ll make sure to find out what it is. He’s also a very good problem solver (duh, but with mundane things too). You feel like he deals with a lot, so you don’t always take every single one of your problems to him, but boy, when he figures out something is wrong? Expect him to walk you through the simplest of things if that’s what you need. He has an unbelievable amount of patience with you. And if it’s something he can’t help with, he’ll at least want to be there with you as you deal with it. He can be the best listener if you need him to be.

Is a lot more domestic and able to settle down. Likes the idea of having a “home” with you. (Not that he didn’t when he was younger, but he feels more grounded now. More grown up. Able to breathe a bit better.)

He makes your coffee just the way you like it. If he’s up before you, he always wakes you up with it, and a kiss on the forehead.

The days spent in his hangar.

Sometimes, in the summer, a late night thunderstorm will pass through, and there’s nothing more thrilling than cuddling up to him in the trailer, the both of you giggling at the sound of the rain pattering and the loud cracks of thunder.

But also the days! Though he’ll be occupied with something, you’re always a mere 10 feet away, reading or sketching or entertaining yourself in whatever way you can. Other times you just watch him work. Other times you ask him to tell you his infamous stories, or about his dad. He’ll have sort of a sad smile as he talks, but you know that he loves talking about the past. You make sure to always make room for it in the tranquility of the desert.

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itsphoenix0724 · 9 months ago

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I love your fics. Could you do an Azriel x Reader fic based on the song Hate Me by Blue October? It could lend itself to a great premise. The song didn't have a happy ending so I think the fic wouldn't need to either. I think it could be that Reader and Azriel were together (not mates) and Az did something to cause the Reader pain. And I feel like the fic could be vignettes of the IC spending time together and Reader ignoring him. Maybe even it could end with Reader finding someone new and moving on. If you like the idea, thanks in advance!

Hate Me (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for your request. I love me a good angst fic lol. I tried a different formatting for this, so we'll see how you guys feel about it! I hope you enjoy, please feel free to visit my page anytime <3

If you’re sleeping, are you dreaming? If you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me?

Azriel bolts upright in bed, chest heaving with shaking breaths that he can’t keep in. His hand instinctively reaches out to your side of the bed, but it meets nothing but cotton, fabric slipping through his fingers like water. You had been there, for a few blissful moments, holding him as you always had when the nightmares roused him from sleep. Now he was alone, and no one was at fault for it but himself.

I had to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head. They crawl in like a cockroach, leaving babies in my bed

He may have hated himself for it but he tried to find comfort elsewhere, when he wasn’t working he was in the slums of Vlearis, drinking himself to the point of blacking out. He needed to forget your face, your voice, your smell. He couldn’t stand to be in the house the two of you had shared, not when your phantom was constantly haunting the halls, chasing him down at every turn. He thinks of you barefoot, singing and padding around the kitchen in nothing but your nightgown, and orders another shot.

And will you never say that you loved me just to put it in my face? And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space.

Azriel wanted you to yell at him, he wanted you to scream your rage so hard that the mountains rumbled. He could have taken that, he wanted it even. But what he couldn’t take is your indifference. Family dinners at the River House were mandatory, and Azriel tried to attend as few of them as possible. Mainly because you were always there. You had every right to attend, and you were always pleasant to him. Sending him tight-lipped smiles and polite nods, even passing him the potatoes at dinner. It was like looking in a warped mirror, a portrait someone had poured water over. His former happiness was nothing but running paint.

Hate me today, Hate me tomorrow. Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you.

“Another mission?” You questioned from the doorway as Azriel was shoving things into a pack. “But you just got back yesterday?” Azriel sighed deeply, buckling the pack shut and hauling it over his shoulder. “I know, I’m sorry but this is a serious matter.” His shoulders were tense, the dark circles under his eyes still prominent from not resting. “How long will you be gone?” Your brows furrow. “A week at least,” came his tense reply. You were quiet for a moment, and the tension that filled the room could be cut with a knife. “You’ll miss our anniversary, can’t they send someone else?” Your broken tone hurt his heart, but he persisted. “Rhys needs this done urgently.” He pressed, fastening the straps of his leathers. “Rhys would never miss his and Feyre’s anniversary.” You snapped, the annoyance finally wearing on you. “Well Rhys and Feyre are mates,” Azriel bit back and immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. You took a step back, the betrayal shining clear on your features. “Fine then, enjoy your mission.” You left his study, and he could hear the bedroom door slamming behind you. He should’ve gone after you, he should’ve gone upstairs and begged for your forgiveness, but he left. And he would regret that decision for the rest of his life.

While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight. You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicide and hate. You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take

He returned from the mission and your things were gone. No trace was left of you in the apartment you once shared except for a letter on the kitchen table. Even in your goodbye, you weren’t angry, it was like you knew that this was coming for a while, but he was completely blindsided. He could still recite the letter back from memory. Azriel read it repeatedly, it was still in the back of a drawer in his office, unable to bear getting rid of it. “Dear Azriel, I’m sorry to leave you like this, however, I know that if I were to try in person I would fail. Please know I still love you, a part of my heart will always be yours to possess, but I cannot continue a relationship with a ghost. I need you to know a few things. Please don’t hate yourself for this, you tried your best but you are too obsessed with your work. I wish you could see that your family values you as a person and not for your abilities. No one would’ve loved you less if you had taken a day off, but I understand your battles. Another thing, do not try to follow me. I am taking some time, to find myself and heal, I hope you will do me this favor and respect that. I hope one day we can be friends. I’m sorry.” Your name signed at the bottom felt like a brand stamped into his heart, the fact that you felt the need to apologize to him twisted the knife even further. True to his word, he respected your boundaries, and when you finally returned to the Night Court everything was different. You seemed to glow again and laugh again, and Az realized just how much of a shell you had become at the end of your relationship.

And with a sad heart, I say bye to you and wave. Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made.

It was bittersweet for Azriel when you finally brought home your new partner. A male you met in Dawn on an emissary trip. The rest of the inner circle warmed to him quickly, as much as it pained Az to admit he was a good male. Theon made you blush, and laugh and was completely devoted to you. He gave you everything Azriel himself could not and he was happy for you. When it came time for Azriel to introduce himself, he glanced once at you running your teeth between your bottom lip with worry, and decided he would no longer be a barrier to your happiness. So, he did his best to smile and shook the male's hand to introduce himself. You were happy, that was all that mattered to him.

Hate me in ways, yeah, ways hard to swallow. Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years ago

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Pairing : Idol!Song Mingi x F!Reader TW : mingi being mean ; reader is a smoker (don't smoke it's bad!) ; breakup ; fluff at the end ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : Anonny : Can I request something angsty but like kinda cute/fluff with mingi plz? like he calls the reader clingy or annoying or smth like that plzzz A/N : MY FIRST ATEEZ REQUEST THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LOVE YOU TOO!!! I HOPE I DO YOU RIGHT WITH THIS!!

Today was special, it was an anniversary of sorts, not the usual anniversary though. It was the anniversary of the first day that you had seen each other. It’s been exactly two years since the two of you walked by each other on the sidewalk, taking a moment to pause and look at one another before continuing to where you both had to be. Most people wouldn’t think much of it, people passed each other on the street every single day… But you and Mingi were special, you both knew that you wanted one another, it was just a matter of getting to each other, and you did, two years later and you were both as happy as the day he had first asked you out and you had said yes. Some people were just fated to be together, and that’s exactly how you felt about him.

“Happy Anniversary!” You cheered as soon as he walked through the front door, placing down the piping bag full of icing and skipping over to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight hug. You loved when he came home, the bright aura that seemed to just surround him and light up every single room he walked into. “I was in the process of decorating the cake, and dinner is already done. Do you want to help me finish up?”

“Not right now… I just want to relax for a bit.” He patted your back, and the feeling was really awkward considering it felt more like what a friend would do with another friend. It wasn’t even a hug. The situation in and of itself was really unnerving, he had never turned down the opportunity to help you decorate the anniversary cake. He had always told you that was his favorite part. Maybe he just wanted to spend some time relaxing with you after work, that always seemed to calm him down when he had a particularly bad day.

“Well let me just clean up real quick and then I’ll meet you in the-”

The loud huff that escaped his parted lips had you pausing, his jaw was clenched tight as his fists balled up at his sides. “I don’t want you to. I just want to be alone, and that means being away from you too. You’re so clingy… So annoying… It’s like you’re constantly just… Crawling under my skin I can’t get rid of you.” His hands ran over his face as his head fell back, his eyes finally catching a glimpse of the anniversary banner that hung above him, and the sight of him underneath it only seemed to make his words hurt worse. “And it’s not our fucking anniversary…” He grumbled, his arm reaching up to yank down the banner. “Grow up.”

You were too stunned to cry, too stunned to really do anything at all. You simply watched him walk over to the bedroom, only flinching slightly when the door slammed shut behind him. As everything that had just happened began to process in your mind, you skipped completely over the part where you’d be upset about it and went straight to being angry. What made him think that he could talk to you like that? It shouldn’t matter how bad his day was. You’re his girlfriend, you were only trying to help him feel better.

“Good god, you really suck at listening, don’t you?” He grumbled loudly when you walked into the bedroom, his head propped up on the pillows as he scrolled through the channels on the tv. You rolled your eyes as you went to the closet, pulling out your suitcase before tossing in your jackets that were hanging up. “Oh! Good, I’ll finally get a fucking break.” He commented as he watched you pack your things, and the comment was enough to have you standing up straight to look at him.

“Yeah, you will. Enjoy your break.” You snapped back at him, and it almost seemed like he was enjoying it, the smile on his face that usually brought you so much happiness now only irritated you further. “Happy Anniversary… I’m breaking up with you.” You said firmly, and for a moment it looked like his smile wavered, his eyes widening for a split second as he looked at you. It’s not like you expecting him to beg you to stay, but you thought that maybe he’d want to talk it out with you so that you didn’t leave. So you stood there, and you waited for him to say something, anything… Anything at all to make you take back what you had just said.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Unexpected, it was completely unexpected, but once Mingi was in one of his modes, it was hard to get him out of it. You weren’t going to be a fool and beg him to let you stay. You were better than that, you had more pride than that. This was what he wanted, and you were going to give him exactly that.

You sat on the bench outside of your work, a cigarette hanging between your lips as you scrolled through your phone. It had been three weeks since the breakup, and while you were far from being alright, you were trying your best to at least be okay or at least seem okay in public. Your front page news had been filled for the last two weeks with news on Mingis hiatus, and during his two week hiatus he had tried to text you and call you, asking you to talk to him, but you had ignored him. He wanted you to leave and that’s exactly what you were doing.

Now the front page news was on Mingis return and a potential new song in the works. You still couldn’t wait to hear it, even though you and him weren’t together, it didn’t mean that you didn’t love their songs, and you still supported the rest of the guys and wanted them to do amazing.

You clicked on the link and took a drag from your cigarette before holding it between your fingers, letting the smoke pillow out of your parted lips as you skimmed over the words on the page. “Hey…” You heard the voice in front of you, and then you glanced down at the shoes that were almost toe to toe with yours before shaking your head, not even bothering to look up at the person.

“Sorry man, this is my last one.” You lied, and you knew it was wrong to lie, but cigarettes were also extremely expensive and you couldn’t afford to just give them out. The cigarette was plucked from between your fingers and you gasped loudly as your head whipped up, your mouth already open, as if you were revving up to go off on the man, that is, until you saw who it was.

“I thought you quit.” Mingi commented as he looked over the stick before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out. It had been one of the things he was most proud of in the relationship, helping you slowly but surely break your addiction. He had believed in you, he had so much faith in you, and that alone is what had been the strongest push to get you to put them down completely. Knowing that he was going to be there with you, it had helped you immensely… But he wasn’t there now. All you had were the cigarettes to fill the void that had been left when he told you to leave. “Don’t you know how bad they are for you?”

You scoffed as you pulled the pack out of your purse and lit up another one, blowing the smoke off to the side away from him before looking up and flashing him a smirk. “Yeah, you know… I grew up and I did a lot of research on the damaging side effects of being a smoker… But… I’m also grown up enough to be able to not give a fuck.” You pushed yourself up off the bench, taking another long drag and deeply inhaling the smoke, and it’s not even like you had wanted another cigarette right now, it was more so that you wanted to piss him off, you wanted to hurt him. “Aren’t you leaving now?”

His eyes narrowed at the blatant use of his own words against him, the way you so snarkily said them. “No, I’m not.” He said flatly, taking the cigarette from between your lips now and snapping it in half before letting it fall to the ground. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’d rather be ridiculous than clingy and annoying. You can stop breaking my cigarettes though, some of us don’t make as much money as you do.” You adjusted your purse strap on your shoulder, sighing heavily as you stared at him. “Look, we broke up, you can leave me alone now.”

“I don’t know who this we is… But I didn’t break up with you. You broke up with me but I didn’t agree to that.” His arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you, the bucket hat that he was wearing shadowing his eyes just enough that you could barely see them, but the slight up turn of his lips let you know that he thought he was being smooth. He wasn’t.

“You asked if I was leaving, you seemed pretty okay with us breaking up when I said it. Don’t come to my work acting like this when you know damn well that we’re done.” You were trying to keep your composure, you knew that if things got too loud that people around you would notice. The last thing you wanted was to be bombarded with pictures and questions about your relationship with him.

“You could have said no. Plus, I thought you’d just be gone for a couple days, a week tops. I even took a two week hiatus because I thought you’d come back and we could talk about things, so I could apologize for being an ass.” So that’s why he was out for two weeks. You wondered if the rest of the guys and management knew that that was the reason or if he lied and told them he wasn’t feeling well. A breakup doesn’t seem like a very good reason to take such a long break and you were sure that management wouldn’t see it as a valid reason either.

“Save it.” You said flatly, taking a deep breath and letting it out loudly through your nose. “We’re through, we’re done, it’s over. I have to get back to work now and I’m sure you do too. Goodbye.” You turned to leave, only a few steps and you’d be back in the building to clock back in from your break and go right back to working to take your mind off of him and what had just happened.

His fingers wrapped around your arm and pulled you back, and once you had stumbled your way over to standing in front of him, his hands were firmly cupping your cheeks, his lips crashing against yours. “Fuck, you’re so annoying when you’re being hard headed.” He murmured against your lips, and you tried to push him back but his lips were on yours once more, his fingers tangling in your hair. “But I love it. Please keep being annoying, annoy me, cling to me.”

Your nose crinkled in disgust as you pushed against him again. “You’re so stupid… You grumbled, but the kiss, him and his kisses, they just had a way of melting you and making you so soft for him. You missed how they would calm you down and make you feel better instantly.

“Yeah I am… Cause I have nothing in my brain but you, baby. I’m stupid and in love~~” He was so obnoxious and you missed it. You missed him. “So how about you bring your cute self back home tonight and we’ll make a whole new cake for our anniversary? Hmm?” His hands moved down to squeeze your hips, both of your bodies swaying side to side as a twinkle of hope lit up in his eyes.

“Nope.” You said matter of factly and his jaw went slack as he stared at you, his body going still and his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to think of where he messed up. You giggled softly, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him and ease his mind. “I work late tonight, I’ll be back tomorrow morning though.” A loud sigh of relief was breathed out against your face as he pulled you in for a hug, peppering kisses across the top of your head. “Alright, alright! Go take your clingy ass back to work.” You said between little fits of laughter, backing away from him and dropping back down onto the bench.

“Fine~~ I’ll see you later, love muffin!” He called as he continued to back away, bumping into people in the process, but he was so excited that he didn’t care, and he was so damn cute that you didn’t care either, you couldn’t help but continue watching as he walked off. “And no more smoking! I love you, princess! Stay healthy for me! Need my little love muffin to cling to me forever!”

He was the one, the only one in the world who could both annoy the hell out of you and make you feel so at peace at the same time. He was most definitely, without a doubt, the love of your life. You were lucky you had seen him, that he had seen you, and you both were lucky as hell that you had chosen each other because you were sure that you were the only two people in the world that could put up with one another.

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cupidbedsy · 10 days ago

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♫ phone call ; ice bound

➪ summary: trevor is at his wits end trying to fit in in the nhl causing him to lash out on chloe, ending whatever relationship they might have had

➪ warnings: trevor yelling at chloe and insisting they were just hooking up, broken glass (picture frame), illusions to blood ('red staining the thin material of her socks')

➪ word count: 0.7k

➪ file type: ice bound blurb

➪ cupid's notes: purely bc I am such in angst mood. i didn't feel like writing any more tonight so I just went back and edited this and now we're here !

Trevor had been acting off since the middle of April, almost like he was trying to distance himself from her. Chloe had noticed how tense he got whenever she would mention her brothers or how fidgety he got when they were out in public together. His texts were less frequent, same with his calls, but she had expected that when he got called up.

But now it was a week before her birthday and she hadn’t heard from him since the Ducks left for their Midwest road trip which was about a week ago. Her text were left on read and her phone calls were left unreturned.

So when she was in her dorm and drafting lyrics to a new song, she wasn’t expecting her phone to light up with a call from him. Giddiness flooded through her as she reached over and clicked accept, bringing the phone to her ear, “Hi Trev! How’s the trip going?”

She heard him sigh, she could feel the irritation and hear the slight undertone of sadness in his breath. She furrowed her eyes, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, “Are you okay?”

“I need to talk to you Chloe.”

She blinked at the use of his name, the slight coldness in his tone made her skin crawl. She was used to him calling her Chlo or some cringe-worthy nickname, she wasn’t use to him adressing her by her full name, it was unnatural for him.

“Talk about what?” Chloe fiddled with her pencil, tapping it rapidly against her notebook as she shifted on her chair.

“We have to stop this.”

“Stop what? What do you mean?”

“What I mean…” he huffed slightly, trying to convince himself that this was what he actually wanted, “is that we should breakup.”

She trembled slightly but held her self together. She didn’t know where this was coming from, they had been doing so well, or at least she thought they were. She tried to rack her mind for a time where she had done osmething wrong or said something wrong but she came up empty.

“I need to focus on hockey, Chloe,” he continued, taking her silence as a sign to move on. “And I cannot do that while I’m worrying about my best friend finding out I’m hooking up with his twin sister.”

“Hooking up? Is that what we are- were?” His words were like a dagger to her heart.

“I can’t, Chloe.”

Her voice turned harsh, she wasn’t going to let him dowthis without a decent explanation. She had been fucked over too many times already, “Can’t or won’t? Trevor I don’t know what you’re thinking about right now. Is it about the season? It’s going to get better, it did for Jack-”

“But I’m not Jack, Chloe! Don’t you get that? What if it doesn’t get better, what if I don’t get better?”

The two both held their phones, hands shaking slightly, eyes glassing over as silence consumed them. She could hear a shout form the other line and seconds later was mumbling, “I gotta go. Don’t call me or text me… please.”

He hung up, leaving Chloe to sit in her dorm room more alone than she already was. She looked over at the picture frame on her desk, it was a picture of her, Trevor, and Jack. She was in the middle as both placed their arms around her shoulders. She reached over and held it, fingers rubbing over the wooden frame.

All the happiness she used to feel when she looked at the photo faded away as Trevor’s words echoed in her mind, turning that happiness into a deeper melancholy feeling. Anger flooded through her as she threw the picture to the ground, glass shattering and scattering around the wooden floor of her room.

She couldn’t even find it in herself to be fazed as she placed her feet down fully and the glass cut through her feet, red staining her the thin material of her socks, a bitter, raw emotion coating her voice, “Happy 19th, Chloe.”

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enchantedflameandflower · 3 months ago

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Vincent Stevens x reader fic!

mood board by @kus-babygirl

We’ve got a new Vincent x reader multi-part romance! This was all entirely written by @kus-babygirl and her idea as well. I’ve done all the editing and added some bits here and there and she’s asked me to post for her! If you leave a comment make sure to tag @kus-babygirl!

Part 1

You had never imagined the most notorious womaniser in the city would ever fall in love with you, let alone completely change for you, but somehow…he did. Now you love him just as much and the two of you are here on your wedding day, saying your vows.

Okay, you’re probably wondering how you got here and who you’re marrying, so let's rewind to 3 years ago and start at the beginning…

You and your two best friends, Mia and Ayala, are out celebrating for your 30th birthday. Even though you refused numerous times before, as always, they managed to convince you to go out and celebrate with them. So here you are drinking and dancing to the most ridiculous songs known to mankind in a bar, but the three of you wouldn't change it for the world.

After a bit, you need a break and you turn to Mia, touching her arm. “I'm going to sit down at the bar, my feet are killing me in these heels,” you shout over the music.

“Alright!” she shouts back, still dancing like a crazy person. And Ayala, you’ve noticed, has gone off with a man she met as soon as you three entered the bar, but you weren't worried about her, you knew she could handle herself.

You carefully weave in and out of people as you try to make your way to the bar, but the place is crowded and some of them are moving around a bit wildly to the music. Just as you smile to yourself thinking you’re about to make it unscathed, someone behind you bumps your shoulder, making you jolt forward and knocking you right into someone else.

“Whoa!” The stranger in front of you exclaims. You watch as a few drops of his drink fly out of his glass, and he lifts his arm high up in front of him, trying to keep more of the alcohol from spilling.

“I’m so sorry!” you gasp, but you’re way too flustered to say more and you hurry off toward the bar before you get bumped into again, or worse.

Finally, you manage to make it and you take a seat on one of the stools, ordering yourself a glass of ice water. You’ve already consumed enough alcohol tonight to put an alcoholic to shame, that was for sure.

After a few minutes, you start to relax. You’re taking very little sips of the water that the bartender gave you when a man takes a seat beside you.

“Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude, but you owe me a drink.”

Confused, you turn to him, frowning a little. You realize suddenly this must be the man you bumped into but you hadn’t spilled his drink, he’d saved it. “Why do I owe you a drink?”

“Because when I saw your beautiful face after you rushed off, I dropped mine,” he answers with such a charming smile that you were sure women all over would fall over their feet for him instantly.

You scoff slightly, trying not to blush. “That has to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines I’ve ever heard.”

The man chuckles lightly. “But it worked right,?”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that,” you answer before turning back to the dance floor and seeing Ayala has now rejoined Mia with her dancing.

"Well, can I buy you a drink then?” he asks, sounding a little more sincere now. “In reparation for having to listen to such a cheesy line?”

You finally turn back toward him, and notice he’s leaning a little closer, but not enough to make you uncomfortable, and you study him for a moment, taking in everything about him, and you can’t help but be curious…is he…?. “I don't normally accept drinks from total strangers,” you finally answer, “but I think I could make an exception for you. I'll take a Coca Cola. I’ve already had enough alcohol for tonight and I don't want to wake up with a hangover tomorrow. I’m starting a new job.”

The man smiles, turning to the bar and ordering both himself and you drinks. Once they arrive you take very light sips of yours, happily relishing in the fizzy sweetness of the drink.

You spend awhile with him, chatting casually and sipping your drinks. You have to admit he’s extremely handsome and the conversation is good, he’s kind and thoughtful, asking you questions and actually listening.

“So what are you celebrating?'” he asks, smiling the most handsome smile you’ve maybe ever seen.

“My 30th birthday, and starting my new job tomorrow,” you answer simply.

“Well, happy birthday and congrats on the new job! Maybe we could…turn this into a proper celebration, if you want? Come to my place with me, it will be quieter, we could talk some more…” he says sounding hopeful.

You smile, before downing the rest of your drink and hopping off the bar stool and turning to him. "I'm sorry. I don't do one night stands with serial cheaters, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I only got this job because I slept with the boss. I will see you tomorrow at 9 o'clock, Mr Stevens."

You turn away, making your way back onto the dance floor with your friends, while leaving Vincent Stevens by the bar absolutely flummoxed.

tbc…

Part 2

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N ice skating, but she can’t stop falling….(for him). This is based on my request asking for Chris to teach the reader how to skate, and she falls into his arms

Warnings⚠️: Nothing…just super cute once again

Song for the imagine: Are We Still Friends?- Tyler the Creator

“Pleaseee come with me” Chris was begging over the phone

“I don’t know how to ice skate though” I said back to him

“Dude I can teach you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“Why don’t you go with Nate, Matt and Nick?” I asked him

“They don’t want to go with me, and I really don’t want to go alone PLEASE” he yelled the last part

“Chris my ears..” i said to him

“Sorry! But please come with” he said sounding sad

“UGHH fine” I told him feeling defeated

“YES! Okay I’ll be there in 15” he said before hanging up on me

I sighed, and decided to get dressed. Waiting for Chris to come get me. Finally I heard music blasting and tires screeching to a stop, so I knew it was him. He just got his license, and for sure did not know how to drive still

I ran out the door, and into the car

I gave him a side hug as I got in the car

“Hey Chris” I said after I pulled away from the hug

“Helloooo ready to bust your ass” he asked as he put the car in drive and literally skirted off

“Ummm if we make it there, Jesus who was in the car with you when you took your test? A blind person?” I asked laughing at him

“Excuse me that’s not nice” he said looking at me with a sad face

“I’m sorry, but I’m also very serious,” I told him, laughing in his face.

The rink was only 10 minutes from my house. So once we pulled up and parked we hopped out, and headed inside

“Damn there is no one in here” I said as we walked up to the booth to pay for our ice skates

“Well it’s 12pm on a Monday afternoon….who would be here” he asked after paying

“You weird ass” I told him

“Well you’re here with me too, so that makes??? TWO WEIRD ASSES” he said, and we just laughed about it as I shook my head at his stupidity

I put my skates on, and immediately started to regret it…how the fuck am I supposed to skate on ice in these?? Let alone walk to the damn rink

“CHRIS” I yelled as I tried to stand up

He ran over and helped me balance myself

“I’m going to eat shit while we skate, and then you’re going to not be paying attention and skate right over my fingers, and then I’ll have no hands” I said trying to not go skate

“Y/N be for real right now….this is not final destination” he said pulling me with him to the ice

“I’m so scared” I said gripping onto him tightly

“Calm down and relax before your knees lock and you pass out” he said laughing at me

“This is not funny asshole” I said smacking him lightly

He helped me onto the ice and immediately I almost fell

“You are like a newborn deer” he said holding onto me

“In case you haven’t noticed because I know you don’t like to listen, but now you don’t like to use your eyes apparently…IVE NEVER DONE THIS” I told him sarcastically

“I’ll let you go” he said started to back away

“NO! I’m sorry” i said pulling him in tighter

“Take me to the ledge I’m going to hold on” I told him

He brought me to the ledge and I held on, I took my phone out of my pocket, and opened up TikTok

“Since I can’t skate let’s make some tik toks” I told him, at first he rolled his eyes, but then agreed

I started to film the tik tok, and slowly backed away from the camera

“Oh my god I’m doing it” I said as I looked back at him. The countdown went down and we started to lip sync to “I’m real” by Jlo and Ja Rule. I back up into Chris and he grabbed me putting his arm over me to hold me while we lip synced

A few tik toks later I was getting more comfortable skating a little bit.

Chris had it recording and I came up skating behind him, but I got a little wobbly, and I went to grab Chris, but I was falling and I ended up pulling him down with me. Both of our legs went up into the air, and we started dying of laughter. Chris got up dying of laughter and was trying to help me up, but he could not stop laughing

Finally he got me up, and I had hit stop, and slid the phone back into my pocket

“Okay let’s go to center so I can teach you some more” Chris said pulling me to the center of rink with no protection around us

“Okay so first move is how to stop” he said so he started to skate and stopped

“Do exactly that and you will not fall” he said smiling

“Oh my god yes that is so easy” I said in the most sarcastic way

“Just do it” he said rolling his eyes

As I went to stop I continued to slide, and fell right on my ass

“OUCHHHH” I said groaning and trying to get myself up

“Well how about we try a spin?” He asked

“Bitch? A spin? I just ate shit trying to stop and now you want me to become a figure skater” I told him

“It’s easy watch” he did a small spin, and I will say it looked easy, but Chris knew how to skate

As I went to do the spin I lost my balance, and as I went to fall back Chris caught me in his arms.

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked as we stared into each others eyes

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He asked with a smug expression

I just rolled my eyes and got back up

“Way to ruin the mood” I said looking at him

“There was a mood?” He asked with a dumb look on his face

“Chris can’t you see I like you?? The way I just looked into your eyes, and practically melted” I said looking at him

“Ahhh so you do feel something for me?” He asked smirking

“Chris….” I said sighing

“What if I told you the feelings were mutual?” He asked skating closer to me

“I’d probably kiss you” I said looking at him

“Well in that case I really like you too” he said smiling at me

I turned and crashed our lips together pulling him in by his coat. We both pulled away

“I could do that all day” he said

“What is it with you and corny ass pick up lines” I said laughing at him

“Because they make you laugh, and I love how you look when you laugh” he said back to me

“Stop” I said trying to skate away as I was blushing, but instead I lost my balance and I took Chris down with me again

As we hit the ice with a thud we started laughing. He looked over at me, and kissed me, and I kissed back

“We’re going to have to work on these skating skills if you’re going to date me” he said helping me up

“Well good thing I have a good teacher” I said kissing him on the cheek

“And I have a good learner,” he said, kissing me back.

The End

Once again I hope you liked!!! And I hope that whoever requested this also liked it as much and I loved writing it🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I have more imagines to write, but I’m almost done 🙏🏽🙏🏽the rest will be uploaded later on today (it’s 1:34am) where I’m at🫢

-J💅🏽

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 year ago

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me already have written this part the day after I posted the first one 🤭. I wanna add titles to the chapters but idk what I’d have them be, probably lyrics from songs I like lol. Once again, apologies now for If Miguel is ooc and if the terminology and sports talk is wrong. If you’re experienced in either sport and wanted to lmk if I got something wrong. If you want to be added to the taglist lmk too.

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)- Last name.

No warnings, Just Miguel and you interacting lol. Idk if this is consider filler but it’s meant to get the ball rolling lol.

Word count: 1.3k

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Chapter 2: Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the tide,

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It’s been about a week since you’ve last ran into Miguel at the arena, surprisingly the figure skating team don’t run into the hockey team as much as you would think despite having to share a communal space on campus. Unfortunately, today was one of those days were you did run into them. You’ve arrived about 45 minutes early to practice, Logan nor coach Kavinsky were here yet. You were hoping to get some alone time on the ice before practice, but it had slipped your mind that today was Thursday, and on Thursdays the hockey team practiced before you rather then after like the rest of the week. As you dropped your gym back on the bench in the girl’s locker room, you were debating to whether you wanted to just wait at the arena till they were done, or walk back to your dorm. The only problem with the latter option is that the dorm buildings were all the way across campus, and by the time you finished the walk you’d have to turn around to walk back anyways.

So you stuck it up, and changed into your practice outfit, your skates in hand as you leave the locker room, deciding to keep your regular shoes on so you could at least get your stretching out of the way before your coach and partner came. You quickly went into one of the empty dance rooms that the arena had to do warm up stretches in, popping in your headphones to listen to your favorite song. After about 15 minutes you still had plenty of time before The Spiders got off the ice, you decided to just walk around the stadium. No destination in mind, just where ever your feet decided to carry you as your music continue to play in your ears. You can’t really say you were surprised to find yourself ending up in the main area with the ice rink, plopping yourself down in one of the front row seats as you let your brain go on autopilot.

You were too busy being lost in the music, you didn’t realize you were staring into space until you say a large tan hand appear in front of your face and began to snap its fingers, pulling you back into the moment.

“hellooo? Earth to ice princess.”

“Huh?” You shot up to sit straighter, blinking a bit as you take out your headphones, turning your head to look at the person who had just snapped you back into reality. “Look I know I’m attractive and all, but you don’t have to stare-“ Miguel begins, a cocky smirk on his face that you just wanted to smack off. One of his large hands going up to take off this helmet, his dark brown hair that was usually slicked back was now messy from the helmet, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead. You cut him off, “ew, why would I be staring at you?” You question, your face slightly scrunched in distaste at the thought.

“You’ve been looking in my direction at the past 20 minutes.” He smirks as his teammates start to put away all their hockey equipment behind him, not paying attention to you both talk. You gave him a confused look before you realize why he might have been thinking that, “Oooooh-no-no I was just zoning out, I wasn’t staring at you on purpose.” You quickly explain, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with your gloved hand, attempting to keep eye contact with the hockey player.

For a second, it looked like Miguel’s cocky exterior faltered, before coming back up. “Uh huh…sure.” He tone dripping with sarcasm as he drops his helmet onto a seat, then taking a seat next to you. His action caught you by surprise but you didn’t let it show, you also didn’t want to show the annoyance that filled your body from the taunting comment. “Why are you even here this early? Where is your little boyfriend?” He asked as turns his body towards you, resting the hand closest to you on his knee, his forearm that was further from you going to rest on his other knee. He was manspreading a bit, his eyes raking over your form slowly.

“Jesus why is it so warm in here all of a sudden? Usually I’m freezing my nonexistent balls off…” You thought as you shifted in your seat a bit, feeling the need to distract yourself, you start to change into your skates. “I wanted to get some time on the ice alone before practice but I forgot it was Thursday and- wait. Boyfriend?”

Miguel chuckled at your surprised reaction, turning his head away slightly, the hand that was resting on his knee came up to cover the smile that was creeping up on his face from your reaction. After a second or two he cleared his throat, his hand dropping back down to his knee as he turns to face you again with a neutral expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend, the one you skate with. What’s his name again? Lincoln? Liam?” Miguel knew his name, he just wanted to see if you’d correct him.

“Logan?”

Miguel tried his best not to scowl.

“Yeah, Logan-whatever-where’s he at?” He asked, he’s words come out annoyed and a bit rushed. “Well for one, he’s not my boyfriend, just my figure skating partner.” You start as you tilted your head to the side as you look at him, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now Miguel is trying his hardest not to let a huge shit eating grin spread across his lips. “And second, he’s probably on his way, he had a class today before practice-some science thing- I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders as you finish speaking.

Speaking of the devil, Logan and Coach Kavinsky appear through the front double door. “Ah! (Y/N), already here. Perfect! Let’s get straight into it.” She said with a smile as she seemingly ignore Miguel’s presence next to you, Logan stops next to you as you both took the guards off your skates, him shooting you a knowing look, his lips twitching up into small smirk as his eyes drift between you and Miguel. “I swear to God…if he brings this up later…” You start to think but a voice cut you off.

“Hey Cap!” One of the hockey players called out for Miguel’s attention, “We just finished packing up, you coming?” He asked as he skate to the edge of the rink, before getting out, a few of the other lingering players that were making sure all the equipment was all packed up doing the same. As soon as the other player was done speak to Miguel, he took off his helmet revealing (messy from the helmet and some sweat) light brown hair and brown eyes, his lower half of his face covered with a 5 o’ clock shadow and you noticed his nose was slightly croaked, probably him having broken it from a past game.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, before turning towards the other player. “Yeah Parker, I’m going.” He grumbled as he brought his hand up to rub his face before giving you one more quick glance and getting up, leaving with the rest of who was left from his team, without another word. For some reason, that bothered you, causing your brows furrowed as your lips fall into a small frown.

“Rude…” you mumbled as you got up from your seat, Logan heard this and let out a small snort as he steps on to the ice. “Don’t overthink it (L/N), that’s just how he is.” Your partner tried to reassure you, you send him a small smile back and a quick nod of your head.

“Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t overthink it.” You repeat his words, as you went to enter the rink as well, but it was a bit too late for that, because you already were overthink it.

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