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[giddyfatherchris]

📝 skz reaction - you're being a clingy baby

pairing. ot8!skz x gn!reader (individually)

type. fluff fluff fluffff, requested <3

warnings. gender neutral reader, curse words (thats how i show my enthusiasm okay)

a/n. i know last time i was like "meh sue me for not putting the boys in the 'right' order" but you know what, i actually like it like that. my boy jeongin is always last, he deserve to be first so i think i'm just gonna keep it like that when it comes to skz reactions :)

jeongin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would tease you like hell about it until one day you actually start crying and he feels so fucking bad he never does it again. (to be fair he probably laughed when you first started crying but when he realized they were real tears? he is panicking). after that he never denies you again and makes sure to give you attention whenever you need it. you're the only person he allows to be clingy and needy with him. which the boys are kinda petty about because they sure aren't allowed to be clingy with their maknae they love so much lol. they'd tease him sooo bad about it but every time he says it's different for you. you get special privileges.

seungmin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would def be annoyed when you're being clingy, not because he actually minds it but mostly because he knows you sometimes push it JUST to annoy him lmao. so in return he would deny you just for fun or when you ask him cute stuff he'd purposely answer seriously or act like he doesn't understand your request until you start wailing like a lost cat and then he can't resist anymore. oh and also, he loves to act that way when you're in public but behind closed doors? he can be just as clingy, it's different from when you are but still. he's not necessarily needy, but he wants. you. close. to him. he'd be the type to constantly want to be around you and get pouty when you can't.

felix ⊹ ࣪ ˖ honestly being clingy with felix only means one thing... you're spoiled rotten. you need hugs and cuddles? he will RUN to give them to you. you just want to stick to him like glue? 'sure baby come here'. you want to lay on his lap while he's playing games? not a problem. you don't even understand how you're feeling but you know you need to be with him? he will be there, arms wide open for you no questions asked. all your wishes will be executed because its just how it works between you two. and thing is, the treatment he gives you? you give it right back. so at this point, it's not even a question or a thought. it's simply second nature.

han ⊹ ࣪ ˖ getting han's attention when you're feeling clingy? it's tough. either because he will get side tracked by any little thing, despite his good intentions, so you'll have to remind him to stay with you or to give you a hug. orrrr he will goof off like crazy and will not leave you alone. until the point where you're physically trying to get as far away from him as possible. oh and he'd chase you, no worries "but babyyyy you said you needed love and attention. stop running." with the scariest most mischievous smile in the world until you actually start running away and hide from him because he will smother you with love. (but let's be honest you always end up letting him catch you because come on... you'll take all the love he'll give you)

hyunjin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he does not mind at all when you're being clingy. in fact he LOVES it. in skz, there is a holy trinity of baby talker and you can bet your ass he's one of them. he will baby talk (to the other boys utmost horror) and repeat your requests with the baby voice until everyone in the room physically cringe. oh and he's mean, he's a real lil bitch, so he will deny you cuddles just so you can pout harder. his heart melts at the sight of it and he can't help but want more. still, it'd only take you to give him the eyes before he'd giggle and pull you in for a big big hug while he digs in nose in the crook of your neck where you just smell so so good.

changbin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being clingy with binnie can go one of two ways. first, he's just just not gonna mind at all. he'd notice you seem more clingy than usual and just signal for you to come next to him. he'd keep babbling or doing whatever it is he's doing but he'd put his arms around you mindlessly stroking your back and giving you little kisses on your forehead... OR he would return it ten times worse. i'm talking full on baby voice (member number 2 of the holy trinity), pinching your cheeks, exagerating your requests, jumping on your lap and he'd act clingy just to make you laugh. "aw my little baby needs cuddles? you feeling clingy? you want to sit on my lap? what if I sit on your lap instead?" "what no bin that's not- BIN YOU'RE SO HEAVY IM GONNA DIE"

minho ⊹ ࣪ ˖ honestly, he does not care. like at all, the teasing would be minimal but all in all he'd let you do whatever it is you want to do, give you whatever it is you need. because fine he likes to tease ppl, but he also loves cuddles and physical touch even if he would never admit it. often ppl won't dare to be clingy with him because of his black cat personality, but you've always been able to see behind that façade and to never let it scare you. so you do not hesitate to latch on his arm or rest your head in the crook of his neck while he's doing something. and it always feel like a sweet sweet reward when he simply drapes his arms around you, not even reacting to your touch like it's the most normal thing and second nature thing in the world for him.

bangchan ⊹ ࣪ ˖ uhm yeah bangchan? absolutely adores when you're clingy. in fact, he would get whiny if you're not constantly requesting cuddles and hugs and little kisses. he would also be a master of the baby voice and obliging to your every demand. he just loves to be needed and the way you need him makes him feel light as a feather. he'd come up to you "what is you need babe?" and you'd pout and ask whatever it is you want wether its a hug or cuddles or some time with him "i don't think i heard you well the first time. want to repeat that?" but right before you'd say it again he'd squish your cheeks together so you have the cutest pout on your mouth and you'd mumble than you can't exactly talk like that but he'd insist "no no you can, go ahead baby" you'd sigh and oblige "mhm-want-mhug?" and this man would squeal like a toddler because he thinks youre so cute he’s going to explode. chan does have the profile of someone with love aggresion and so he'd lovingly and agressively give you anything you want :)

[seneon]

Hey hey🩷

Could you maybe write a headcannon with blue block boys when they lash out on reader bc they have a bad day and call them annoying or disrespect them? Reader (female) is not sure abt forgiving them. I love angst. Could you maybe pls do it for Isagi,Nagi,Bachira,Reo,Barou Yukimiya,Rin,Sae or actually for whoever you like want to write for. If its to much Im really sorry 🥺🩷. I really enjoy your writings and I hope you are alright.

WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M DEAD ──── bllk various.

notes. featuring yoichi, seishiro, yukimiya, and the itoshi brothers only. and angst. for everyone, i'll have the same scenario of them coming home angry after football practice, then we'll escalate from there onwards. not my best work since my blue lock knowledge has gone rusty butttt ya :v

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ISAGI YOICHI

he's so so stressed after football practice that he can't keep his cool. yoichi didn't mean to raise his voice at you, vulgarity spilling down his tongue like ancient curses. you're terrified in disbelief, and he doesn't notice it. not until you slowly nodded and pursed your lips in a tight line that makes him regain some senses of himself. you then walked away, and he follows you the second you moved your muscles. "my love wait, i'm so sorry," he calls out softly, voice almost breaking and you tell him to give you time, locking him out of your shared room so he could think upon his actions. yoichi will stay outside your door, even sleeping by the wall just waiting for you to come out from your room so he could apologise.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ NAGI SEISHIRO

silent treatment creeps into the air even hours after he tells you that you're annoying and pestering, always nagging him all around. he appears to not care by occupying his attention in his games. but truly on the inside, he's so bothered that you're not beside him doing your own thing as he played his game. he feels empty beside him, so used to having you by his side all the time. he could tell you were in no absolute mood to see him right now, and his inexperienced self has no idea how to apologise or make it up to you. maybe he'll try some other time when you come home from your late night drive to cool off from a brief argument with seishiro.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ YUKIMIYA KENYU

he's an expressive young man, thus when he comes into your room with your favourite snacks in a basket properly and you're ignoring him, his lips is all turned downwards into a guilty frown. kenyu knows he's in every wrong that he called you annoying for simply wanting to check up on him after practice. he didn't mean any of it, just an 'in the heat of moment' occurrence. kenyu yearns for you as he kneels by your bed and holds your hands just to get your attention. then he apologises. he knows he's hurt your heart and soul. he'll have to keep trying because he's going to earn it.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI RIN

in an absolute crisis mixed upon the events that happened at practice along with a million of thoughts and possibilities swimming in his mind that you will leave him. when his strings break at how you forgot not to touch a jersey of his that he has hanging by his drawer, rin leaves you first— to his room. a heavy pessimistic, even if it looks like he's fine with simply cleaning his football shoes. you've shut him out, as he did to you when he came back home and refused to speak to you like he usually would. tonight will be long if neither wants to see each other eye to eye.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI SAE

does not take no for an answer when he apologises. that is a bad trait of his— sae thinks everything will go his way. so when you flat out said you wouldn't forgive him this time for even disrespecting you in the first place, his anger heightens. when you want to walk away, he will simply pull you back, heartfelt apologies he muttered in hopes of you forgiving him. but you're so hurt by him that he could see it in your eyes. it held the fading reflection of the last chance. and maybe, just maybe... you've lost the spark with him. he died a little on the inside at that surfacing realisation.

© SENEON 2025 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[takes1]

i would LOVE to know which haikyuu boys would be brat tamers… and perhaps their favorite kind of punishments? (overstim, spanking, denial, paddling, etc) :333

basically just an s/o who sasses them all the time, loves to tease and talk back, and loves punishment hehe :3

haikyuu brat taming headcanons (nsfw)

loved this idea! just didn't have the format for when it got requested, then it got buried. tbh kuroo was the hardest to place out of all the names!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

characters. bokuto, nishinoya, oikawa, suga, kuroo, shohei, osamu, tendou, kentarou, daichi, atsumu, mattsun, iwa, tsukki, suna, sakusa, kenma, kageyama, aone, asahi, ushijima, lev, koganegawa, hinata, akaashi, yamaguchi details. lots of kink discussion. (implied mutual understanding, consent, and communication) aged up characters.

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

spoils you in and out of the bedroom. this guy has too much love in his heart to ever catch a stern tone with you, and especially doesn't like to use his strength against you. that being said-- he will hold you down after your fourth orgasm, as you squirm and tremble, cursing at him that it's too much- you can't take it- and the like. he still kisses you through it, call you his pretty girl, but it doesn't change the fact that you do need to learn some manners. you love that you can never make him upset, and learn to love his endurance, the way he grins and baby-talks you through your tears, because he finds it so cute that you always think you can get away with being such a brat. (BOKUTO, OIKAWA, kuroo, suga, nishinoya)

bondage, blindfolding, restriction. something about robbing you of a sense after you act up has no other match. you're so confident until your hands are tied, useless, behind your back or above your head. he can leave you like that for as long as it takes for you to apologize, or admit that you're wrong. it's usually paired with some type of slow, and cruel play that keeps you just stimulated enough to enjoy it, before he steals it back. it's the most absolute reminder of control and dominance; he's the type to kiss you through a long, and difficult type of tie, because you're too pretty not to taste while he's rendering your arms at your sides, or restricting how much you can breathe. probably the most patient, and twisted, form of punishment. (SHOHEI, osamu, TENDOU, kentarou, AKAASHI)

spanking, striking. loves seeing a clear print of his oversized hand across your skin. he knows you love it, too. that's why you keep pulling petty bullshit to get bent over his knee again, and again, and again. tears might be pricking your eyes, you might yelp- but you can't help but look back, a bitten back smile once the sharp pain becomes a lasting sting. you'll bite him just to get a little lovetap across your face, because you love watching his surprise shift rapidly into this possessive, corrective arousal. it gives you a sense of connection beyond what kissing, or even sex, can give. because, really, who else is going to look at you like that, all preoccupied, full of lust, but secretly attentive, after they hurt you? (DAICHI, ATSUMU, mattsun, IWA)

denial is his game. he takes his time already, keeping you on your toes, frustrated and needy-- he's ultra gentle despite his ability and disposition, never wanting to let you get a true taste of what he can give you if it isn't earned. time with him is filled with baited breath, muffled, almost-there whines, and shaky fingers that stay clenched, only to yourself. don't think he doesn't notice it, just because it isn't explicit. that's his purpose. to read you, analyze you, like a slowburn, steamy novel. he can fuck you so good, but he won't. he wants you to be desperate. be a good girl first, then he'll let you cum. (TSUKKI, suna, sakusa, KENMA, kageyama)

not much of a 'tamer.' while usually opting for a softer, guiding vibe in the bedroom, if provoked enough, he will not just roll over. when he understands what you're trying to do -get a rise out of him- he wears a stern squeeze in his brow. he's all focused on your smile, calculating, like you've just spoken another language. he wouldn't strike you, and doesn't enjoy giving verbal harassment, because when would he ever need to learn those skills? he's gigantic and intimidating. all he needs to do is remind you that you probably shouldn't be barking up the wrong tree. a big, strong hand squeezes around your throat, he finds just the right position to show you that you can't move under him, and a whisper, asking you, "what did you just say?" that's all you need to be subdued. (AONE, ASAHI, ushijima)

he would hardly know what to do with you. the idea of domination/submission, brats/brat tamers probably gets him hard, but there's not enough blood to share between his brain cells and his dick to play around with you the way that you're trying to instigate. he would need to be taught how to fill that role long before you could get what you wanted out of him. (LEV, KOGANEGAWA, hinata, yamaguchi)

notes. if the name is in caps, then i felt like their category is 100% in my brain. if the name just lowercase, then i felt like they could easily be in another one too. rlly liked writing this!

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @megapteraurelia

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[angelluv16]

Rumor Has It

Charles Leclerc x Jenner!reader

✩: Kaia Jenner, the youngest Kardashian-Jenner, is an up-and-coming actress. When F1 driver Charles Leclerc casually calls her his favorite actress, the internet goes crazy. What starts as rumors turns into a whirlwind of drama, chemistry, and public scrutiny.

faceclaim: Cindy Kimberly, girls from Pinterest

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pairing: Charles Leclerc x Jenner!reader

request: no!!

warnings: Hate, fluff, Angst, Language,

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The red carpet was always a blur. The flashing lights, the endless stream of questions, the sea of cameras. But tonight felt different. The premiere of my latest film had drawn an even bigger crowd than I anticipated—probably thanks to the Jenner name, but I was doing my best to focus on what really mattered: the film.

I paused for a moment as I walked past a row of photographers, offering my best smile, keeping the nerves under control. It wasn’t easy, but it was the game I knew how to play.

"Kaia! Over here!" I heard someone call, a reporter waving me over to the side for an impromptu interview.

I stepped forward, adjusting my dress, ready to smile and answer the usual questions. “Kaia, how does it feel to be at another premiere?” the reporter asked, holding the microphone up.

"It feels amazing. I’m so proud of this project and excited to share it with everyone tonight," I said, rehearsed but still genuine.

As the interview continued, the reporter shifted topics, and I listened carefully. “We’ve been hearing a lot of buzz online, Kaia,” they said with a knowing smile. “Did you catch the interview with Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc today?”

I raised an eyebrow, not expecting the question. "Um, no, I haven’t. What happened?"

“Well,” they continued, “during his press conference, he mentioned you. Said you were his favorite actress."

I blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, what?”

“Yep. He said you’re incredible, and he’s a big fan of your work. The fans are already going wild about it.”

I could feel my face flush as the words sank in. Charles Leclerc? The F1 driver? I had heard of him, of course, but we had never crossed paths. My mind raced as I processed it. Why would he mention me? What did it mean?

The reporter gave me a mischievous smile, sensing my reaction. “Looks like you’ve got a new fan, Kaia.”

I managed a laugh, trying to play it cool, though my heart was still racing. "Well, that’s... unexpected. But thank you."

As I walked away from the interview, my head was spinning. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But one thing was for sure—this was just the beginning.

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liked by kyliejenner, charlesleclerc, jade_distinguinn, krisjenner and 3.6M others kaia.jenner: another premiere, another reason to wear something pretty.

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username1: You ATEEEE this look. The moment, the queen, the icon! ♥︎ by kaia.jenner

username2: Preach

kyliejenner: Proud of you, babe! You killed it

kaia.jenner: Love you !

username3: Not me here after Charles Leclerc said he’s a fan

username4: Mother is MOTHERING.

username5: A Jenner with ACTUAL talent? We won.

username6: Not Charles lurking under this

nicksturniolo: Ate. Left no crumbs. ♥︎ by kaia.jenner

kaia.jenner: You do that every day

username7: She didn’t just walk the carpet, she OWNED it

username8: Another Jenner we don’t need

username9: Kaia Jenner to the paddock when??

carmenmmundt: A moment

username10: Did she buy this role or did mommy Kris negotiate it?

charlesleclerc: going to be streaming

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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ kaia.jenner

{caption: Back In bed with coco}

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As Kaia sat back in her chair, her phone still glowing from the last message Charles had sent, a sudden wave of nerves hit her. She had been getting a lot of attention lately—especially since the premiere—but something about his words felt different. He was nervous? About watching her movie?

She had to admit, it was a little flattering. After all, Charles Leclerc wasn’t exactly known for being shy. And now here he was, nervously awaiting her movie—and possibly wanting to discuss it with her afterward?

Just then, her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her thoughts. A new notification from Instagram.

Charles Leclerc liked your story.

Kaia blinked, frowning slightly. She didn’t think she had posted anything particularly noteworthy. In fact, her latest story was an incredibly casual photo: her curled up in bed with her cat, Coco, captioned “back In bed with Coco.” Hardly the kind of post anyone would expect a race car driver to notice, let alone interact with.

Her thumb hovered over the notification. It was just a like. Nothing else. No comment. No follow-up. Just that small action, but it felt... different. Her heart skipped a beat. Did it mean something? Or was it just another casual like from a public figure with a massive following?

Kaia couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Constantly wondering if something as simple as a like could mean more?

She quickly locked her phone and threw it onto the bed, trying to shake off the nervous excitement that had crept up on her.

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Soo Here is another Story But this time A Charles story. I've had this idea for the longest time, I always wanted to do something with The Kardashian-Jenner family and As far as I know no one has done it so here it is. Let me know what you think and if you want to be added to the taglist or my main taglist.

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[caeslxys]

Your tags...you're right and you should say it, honestly. Saying C3 deserved a few more episodes could sound like your average "I wish my show never ended" take, except...what was everything for, if BH don't get to exist in the aftermath? Their endgame choice, everything they've been working towards, was informed by them having been on the moon and met its people. Final episodes aside, if the Ruidus plot is The BH Thing, I really wish the first trip could've had them less in a rush to report back. I wish they had the opportunity to connect even more with Ruidians and, yeah, I wish they had fought the Weavemind. I'm also rambling, sorry! I just can't believe it's controversial or made to sound like hate to say we shouldn't be begging for Moon x BH crumbs in the Moon x BH campaign.

Prefacing this with reinforcing that I truly, deeply adore those final bells hells episodes and what they contain. They’re fantastic critical role episodes in general but more importantly to me they are fantastic bells hells episodes. In a vacuum, i’m extremely happy with what we got.

That said, yeah, c3’s ending on the grander scale of its narrative structure in totality was unbelievably (and, frankly, unnecessarily) rushed. Everything since episode 91 has been in a spiral towards a finish they simply could have chosen not to spiral into so quickly. And this is seen in several things: from how Delilah was “handled” with next to no actual processing or difficulty, to the nein’s inclusion not bearing any narrative weight beyond the vague feeling of having some “avengers assemble” moment i simply did not care for and think ultimately took from bells hell’s story rather than added to it (which, were it not all rushed, is something it could have been given to them and their inclusion in the way that vox machina’s inclusion did), to the hells not even actually being able to participate in what their own campaign was ultimately about beyond quick epilogue scenes and one political discussion that they didn’t even all need to participate in.

I think the decision to have c3 be “the end of an era” irt to critical role’s ten years deeply hurt both its structure and its narrative intent. I still remember them marketing this campaign as a good jumping in point for new critters, and yet the finale doesn’t even end with bells hells. It ends on vox machina. That, to me—and in addition to the vox machina and mighty nein solo episodes—showcases a clear shift in intent that happened way, way too late to feel at all fulfilling as an audience member looking in. I’m sure as players it rocked, which I point out because obviously the fun factor matters substantially as well, but that has no bearing on criticism of the narrative it produces.

All that said: it’s truly incredible to me how much of this would have been fixed very simply by just…having more episodes. You could say this of anything but I feel it’s extremely noticeable in this story—the one thing it needed to make the constant rushing pace of its forward plot land was a denouement that allowed the characters and story to breathe for more than one eight hour episode. Bells Hells needed to learn about the culture on Ruidus. They needed to spend more time with the volition—more time even with Liliana, I would argue. They should have had their story structured in such a way that they fought the weavemind and ludinus both (especially if matt knew ludinus would ultimately make it out). They should have actually had to delve into what the story had set them up to delve into.

I adore, to pieces, campaign 3 and bells hells. I think much of the ire thrown towards it is unwarranted at best and often misplaced. But I will likely also always be at least a little mad that their final act was so clearly rushed.

[plutoslastwords]

can we get more babynorris!reader pleaseee i loved those they're soo cutee

stream sniper

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: lando makes a surprise return to streaming, baby norris makes a surprise appearance on said stream

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: this is short and terrible, i'm sorry, but i wanted to get something out before work starts to pile up on monday! tysm for requesting!!!! 🤍

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“Goodnight my darling… sleep well baby.” Lando placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he tucked you into bed and your eyes fought to stay open. “Daddy’ll come wake you up in the morning okay? There we go, good girl.” He smiled as you snuggled up with your favourite bunny toy and drifted off to sleep. 

He quietly creeped out of your bedroom, and into his office where he had a message from Max (Fewtrell):

Max

you wanna join my stream?

Read the message, which Lando pondered on for a minute, before reaching a different conclusion.

You

only if you join mine

After a much too long hiatus, Lando was ready to return to his streaming days and with you sound asleep in bed, there was no better time than the present.

He struggles with setting up the stream, having to be retaught by Max, god, it’s really been way too long..

However, soon enough he was back in the familiar rhythm, gaming, cracking jokes with his friends and generally entertaining his stream. He’d missed streaming, between being a dad, F1 driver and all of his other duties he had not had much time to just enjoy some gaming with his friends with the rest of the world. 

Him and his friends were just messing around for about 20 minutes when, silently, the door to his office slowly creaked open, which went unnoticed by him, but definitely not his stream.

You toddle in, holding your rabbit toy with messy bed hair and bunny pyjamas. 

“Daddy..” you try calling, you couldn’t fall asleep and you needed him to give you another cuddle and tuck you in better. However, your call falls on deaf ears, Lando too engrossed in his game with his friends.

The chat is going insane, you’re very rarely shown to the public, Lando wanted to keep your life relatively normal, you’re only 3 after all, so therefore whenever his fans get a glimpse of you, chaos ensues. 

Lando’s mods are desperately trying to get his attention that his daughter was in the background, knowing he’s anxious about how much of you should be shown to the public, however his game is much more interesting than any discord message from his team. 

You pout when he ignores you yet again, the chat going crazy over your adorable scrunched up face. You know your daddy doesn’t really like it when you interrupt him when he’s working, but you chose to forget that, waddling over to where he sits and tugging on his shirt.

Lando jumps in surprise, having completely missed the fact that you had wandered into his office, and now were being shown in front of 15 thousand people. He quickly mutes his mic and turns his camera off, pulling you into his lap.

“Babygirl, why’re you here, huh? I thought you were meant to be in bed? Daddy’s working sweet thing…” he says softly.

“Couldn’t sleep daddy… wanna be with you…” He can hear his friends asking what’s wrong through his headset, he doesn’t want to upset you, but he also doesn’t want to stop the game, he very rarely gets chances like this to spend with his friends.

He pauses for a moment, going through his options, before eventually relenting. “Why don’t you stay here whilst daddy plays angel? Sit on my lap and you can fall asleep if you get tired, okay?” He coos at you.

In response, you nod, that sounds nice, getting to spend time with your daddy, especially when it’s past your bedtime. He smiles at you, “good girl, sweetheart..”

He turns his mic and camera back on, your little form now on view to the stream.

“We gotta new guest, chat, someone didn’t wanna fall asleep hm? Say hi to chat, my love” He strokes your hair gently.

“Hi chat…” You say shyly, waving, but you’re not really sure at who, there is no one there?

The chat immediately fills up with love for you, all of Lando’s fans adore you, who doesn’t? Lando smiles as he reads the messages of greeting, he loves how much everyone loves you, how much joy you bring to people, especially him.

Lando continues to play his game whilst you sit quietly, drifting off into a sleepy state from time to time. Occasionally you point out something that you could see on his screen, to which he would respond with a beaming grin and a ‘yeah baby, that’s right, clever clever girl!’, to which his chat would go even more insane.

Overtime, however, sitting watching your daddy’s strange game becomes a bit too much for you, and you are struggling to fight your heavy eyes. Before you know it, you are sound asleep on your daddy’s lap, head buried into his chest.

Noticing this, Lando smiles, “Gotta be quiet now, chat, the princess has gone to sleep..” he whispers, gently rubbing your back in order to make sure you are having as peaceful a sleep as possible. He grabs your bunny from where you had left it on his desk, placing it gently into your hold, knowing there’d be tears if you were to wake up without it. 

The stream continues on for about another hour, but everyone can tell that it is no longer Lando’s main focus, too busy watching your peaceful little body on his lap. He finishes up the steam swiftly, having bigger priorities to focus on.

“Hey, baby, daddy’s finished now, we gotta get you back to bed, yeah?” He whispers softly, as to not startle you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you up.

You just rub your head into his chest in response, still groggy and half asleep, but awake enough to get your thoughts across, “I stay with daddy.” You mumble firmly.

“No, baby, daddy’s gotta go to bed too, we gotta get up, okay?” He chuckles at your insistence.

“No!” You say, firmer this time, “I go to bed with daddy!”

Lando sighs, but there is no real malice, he would love nothing more than to have you with him, he sleeps the best he ever does when you’re right there, but he knows that it’s a bad habit to continually let you sleep in his bed.

He quickly shuts those thoughts down when he looks into your pleading, big, sweet, sleepy eyes, and all resolve cracks.

“Oh, of course, my darling, anytime, you know that..” He coos, standing up with you in his arms and heading towards his bedroom. “Daddy loves you more than anything, little monkey…”

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a/n: sorry this isn't very good :( thank you sm for all of the love 😁 and pls keep on requesting anything about baby norris or anything else you'd like to see!

[moonstruckme]

hi, how are you?

really move your writing, it has def helped me through tough times, so thank you for that so much, I cannot tell you how much appreciation I carry for you

I was wondering, since you are okay with writing about self harm scars (I think, if I understand your list or off-limit request stuff correctly, if not, sorry, then just ignore this) if you would maybe write something with Sirius x reader, where maybe r isn’t feeling all that great abt her scars (preferably on her thighs, but if not also totally fine) and Sirius draws on them and reassures her and all that stuff

Hope you have a great day, sending you lots of love

Sending love back angel <3

cw: past self harm, discussion of scars

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 922 words

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Gorgeous, you can cut the shit. We both know I’m a modern Poussin.” 

You smile, radiant in the sunlight spilling into your sitting room. You came here to read, but Sirius was hellbent on distracting you, and as always he’s succeeded. Your book has been long since closed, the two of you lazing the day away with kisses and go-nowhere conversations while Sirius draws on your skin in black ink. 

“You’ve just said some obscure artist to show off,” you accuse. “You know I don’t know who that is.” 

“Yes, well, two can play at the game of belittlement.” 

Sirius is quite obviously drawing clouds. They live in the crook of your elbow, and they’re perfectly nebulous. You’re only pretending not to know because you enjoy playing with him. Luckily for you, Sirius enjoys letting you. 

“Is there going to be a sun?” you ask after a while. 

“Don’t need one. That’s you already, sunshine.” 

You make a phony groaning sound, clearly delighted. “You’re so cheesy.” 

“I know. See what you’ve done to me?” Sirius grins, tilting his head up for a kiss. 

You indulge him. You’re in an indulgent mood, all sun-warmed and languorous, reclining against the cushions like a goddess. You wouldn’t likely let him doodle all over you otherwise. Sirius is taking advantage of a rare opportunity. 

He goes back to work, adding some raindrops and then stars trailing up your arm. He thinks you’re dozing, but when Sirius turns to look at you again your expression has gone solemn. You’re looking down at your own lap like it’s a piece of gum stuck to your shoe. 

Your scars bother you, sometimes. Sirius can never really predict when those times will be—it depends on your mood, how often you’ve been thinking about them, and a slew of other things inside that lovely head of yours—but here in the sunlight he can see how you got hung up. They’re showier than usual, light and shimmery in the crease of your thighs. Faded, but there. 

Sirius puts his hand over them. Not to cover, but to caress. 

You seem to snap out of your reverie. “Sorry,” you say. 

“What for?” he asks. 

It’s a trick question and you know it. You’re silent for a time. Silence is not usually Sirius’ favorite thing, but he lets it lie, stroking his index finger over your leg. 

“I’m just,” you admit in a soft voice, “not liking them very much lately.” 

“Yeah?” He looks up at you, seeking. “Have you been feeling okay?” 

“Yeah. I have, really.” 

“You’d tell me if not?” 

You nod. Not quite looking at him, but Sirius knows that’s more evidence of shame than dishonesty. You trust him, and he trusts you. 

“I don’t think you have to like them, baby.” He kisses gently beside your chin. “I’d like it if you didn’t hate them, but I know you can’t always help it.” 

“I don’t know if I hate them.” Your eyes seem glued to where Sirius is rubbing your leg. Your voice is small. “I just…sometimes I don’t care if people see them, but other times they feel so embarrassing.” 

Sirius scoffs. “Well, that’s silly.” 

You frown. “Why?” 

“Because,” he says, uncapping his pen again. You don’t stop him when he starts drawing small flowers over and in between your lines. “I—look, you’re allowed to feel any way you want about them, okay? Obviously. But the way I see it, they’re just something that happened to you.”

Admittedly, Sirius didn’t always feel that way. When he first saw them, he’d been angry—at you, at your brain, at anyone and anything that had ever made you feel awful enough to do this to yourself—but it hadn’t taken long for that initial wrath to deliquesce into a wet, formless sorrow. Sirius doesn’t like not having anyone to blame. He likes thinking of the people he loves hurting even less. But it was a reality for you at one time, and there’s nothing either of you can do about it now. All Sirius wants now is to keep enough light in your present that maybe someday it washes out the past. It may never happen, but he can hope. And he can hold your hand no matter what.

He twines the fingers of his free hand loosely with yours, making looping lines for petals on your leg. 

“I don’t like that they did happen,” he admits, “but I don’t like that I broke my arm in fourth year either.” He senses your eyes going to the scar on his forearm. Once large and long, but now faded. “Nothing we can really do about them, though.” 

You hum. “Yours was an accident.” 

“I know,” Sirius murmurs. He looks at you. “I know they’re not the same thing, baby. But I don’t think you wanted your scars any more than I wanted mine, right?” 

You hold his eyes this time, your gaze tentative but full of love. “No.” 

“Right.” He kisses you. Lingers until you soften into it, your lips parting for him. Sirius pecks the corner of your mouth once he’s done. “So, you just keep talking to me, and I’ll tell you when you have something to be embarrassed about. Okay?” 

Your smile comes almost unwillingly, your eyes slipping from his to look at the blooming garden covering your legs. “Okay,” you say. 

“There’s my girl. Now, do you think it would tickle terribly if I drew a circus on the bottom of your foot?” 

“Yes.” 

“Perfect.”

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hamzah visiting thoughtful sweetheart readers hometown

the summer came around, and as martin and mandy head off to europe, you and your family often went back down to puerto rico, where you had lived for some of your life.

your extended-family still live on a farm that you pretty much grew up on, and you were super excited!

you were excited to ask hamzah if he wanted to come with your family and go meet your grandparents

"hamzah, mama said that you can come down to boricua, did you wanna come and we can pick you up from the airport?" you asked slightly nervously

hamzah was overjoyed and immediately tackled you into a hug, "boi are you kidding, i'd love to come baby oh my god" you giggled slightly.

"i can't wait to meet the rest of your family and all the animals you keep talking about"

you smiled and gave him a kiss. "i'm excited too"

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you had spent the last few days with your brothers in puerto rico and you were sick of them. you hadn't lived with them all in so long and it was driving you insane. but you looked on the brightside.

hamzah was arriving today!

he had a big flight from turkey and he face-timed you beforehand to let you know he was on his way.

as much as you were excited, nobody was more excited than your grandmother. she had been fussing all day, preparing a big meal, excessively cleaning and nagging you about whether you wanted kids yet or not.

you just giggled at her with your mama as you sat on the couch, keeping your eye on the time.

"are you nervous?" your mama asked.

you smiled, "poor hamzah is probably shaken out of his bones, i'm not nervous mama"

she played with a strand of your hair, "i know he's worried, but i can tell you're nervous too. you have nothing to worry about mi vida. your grandparents will see how much he means to you, and they will like him no matter what."

you smile softly, "thanks mama"

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"hamzah is landing in an hour, can you drive me lo?" you ask your brother lorenzo.

"mmf lets go"

you skip into the car, excited to see your boyfriend again.

your heart drops when you see him. you've been dating him for ages, but no matter how long you'll ever be with him, the swelling of your heart when you see him never stops.

you don't care how cringe it is, you sprint towards him and jump into his arms, and he lets out a little laugh, but you feel him melt into it.

he sets you down, and smiles down at you. "missed you"

you give him a peck and interlock hands, leading him towards your brother's car. "missed you too"

"that was so cringe" your brother says when you get it the car

"you just mad your girlfriend aint here bro" hamzah jokes back

you were happy that your brothers and hamzah got along well, and your brothers sort of adopted him as one of them, making fun of him and joking with him.

when you pull into the driveway of the farm you squeeze hamzah's hand. "you ready?"

he gives you a short nod, and as soon as he steps out of the car he is rushed by your grandmother. she takes one look and says, "oo you've got yourself a looker" and she wraps her hand around his arm, "and he's a strong boy too"

you and hamzah both smile shyly.

"abuela leave him alone."

"nono my dear, come inside i have prepared him some dinner" and she turns to your mama, whispering loud enough for hamzah to hear, "i like him already"

your mama shakes her head with a smile and gives hamzah a hug, "good to see you again hamzah, did you have a good flight?"

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hamzah takes a seat at the table and he admires all the photos of all family members. he spots a photo of toddler-you sleeping in the barn with the goats and he laughs. "so you grew up sleepy"

"she fell alseep at dinner once, and her face fell into her food" your grandfather says laughing, and the entire household is shaking with, "oh my god i remember that!" and laughter.

you bury your head into hamzahs chest out of mock embarrassment and he giggles.

the rest of the night is filled with embarrassing stories and board games and good food.

"hamzah and are gonna go to bed now" you could tell hamzah was getting tired, and it was no wonder why, jetlag + a long flight.

a chorus of good nights were chanted back as hamzah intertwined his hand with yours.

"thank you for the wonderful meal, and thank you for having me."

"our pleasure"

you guide hamzah up to your bedroom, where the walls were painted pink and your bedsheets were still rainbow. hamzah flops down on your bed and smiles.

"i think they like you" you say as you sit next to him.

"of course they like me" he jokes. you let out a giggle.

after your nightly routine, you and hamzah get under the covers, and face each other. intimately staring at each other, awfully close. "i really love you"

"yeah i love you too or whatever" he jokes "i'm just here for the animals"

"ok goodnight hamzah"

"ok but seriously when can i see all the animals"

you turn away from him, but feel an arm slide around your waist and tickle your sides. you squeal with laughter and try to fight him off. he finally stops after you had nearly knocked the lamp off the nightstand.

you're both out of breath as you close your eyes, curling up to his side. and he whispers, "i really love you too"

ok guys this is really self indulgent and kinda bad but lmk if you want a pt2 (like hamzah visiting the animals and trying to ride a horse or other such things)

ok love you guys!!!

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OPTION ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader wc: 1.8k words warnings: reader wears earrings; mention of ways to die (in a “comic” way)

“lucky i’m in love with my best friend”

If there was something you never gave up on it was to find love. From toxic relationships to pointless dates, you never thought that love wasn’t for you, it was probably because you always thought that the Universe was on its way to finally make you meet your soulmate.

Someone followed you closely during this journey, your best friend, Wonwoo. You always counted on him for everything and vice versa.

You both had differences, but the most important one was the fact that you were constantly trying to find your soulmate, while Wonwoo seemed to not even try. You lost count of the number of times you went clubbing together and you kept pointing at pretty people, telling him to make a move on them, just to have a ’Nah, I’m good’ as a response.

“Alright, what do you think about this outfit? It’s nice, right? Not too much to not make him think that I’m desperate to show myself off and not too little to make him think that I’m being forced to go on a date with him and I’d rather be at home eating lamen.” You positioned your phone on your desk and took a few steps back and gave a little spin to show your outfit to your best friend.

Wonwoo’s gaze left the computer and went to his phone, analyzing your outfit. “I guess it’s fine, you know I’m not the best person to ask about this. To me, you’re fine.”

“But do I look just fine or do I look fine fine?”

“You look fine fine, Y/N,” Wonwoo chuckled and looked at his computer once again. “By the way, where is he taking you?”

“You know that small and cozy restaurant near a private school? My date will be there,” you said as you put on your earrings. “People say the food there is delicious, maybe you should go with your date one day. Oh, wait, you don’t have a date!”

“Ha ha ha ha, very funny. I can go by myself if I want to.”

“Right, Mr. Lonely. I’m gonna go now, wish me luck!”

Wonwoo looked at his cellphone screen and gave you a small smile as he saw you all dressed up and excited for your date, waving at him before ending the FaceTime call. He sighed and looked back to his computer screen, getting his attention back to the game he was previously playing.

You probably went to more dates than an average person with the same age as you, but all of them were purposeless because of your high standards. It’s not a bad thing to have high standards, you really should have the love that you think you deserve and do not settle down for less. But your standards were very specific when it came to how the guy should treat you and how he should see life. You didn’t even realize, but Wonwoo made himself your standard over the years, and it was extremely hard, almost impossible, to overcome him.

This date wasn’t different, you found yourself bored and wishing that a piano would fall right on your head just so the date was over. The guy in front of you clearly didn’t meet your standards, in fact, you bet he didn’t meet anyone’s standards.

You excused yourself and went to the bathroom. You took your phone out of your purse and called Wonwoo.

”Hey, you busy?” “Yes,” you could hear a background noise. “I’m watching a movie. Why? Weren’t you supposed to be on your date?” “So…” “Let me guess, he’s a dickhead, isn’t he?” “Everytime he opens his mouth I wish someone would shoot me in the head with a bazooka,” you sighed. “Help me out, Wonu, please.” “What do you want me to do? Just say the word and I’ll do it.” “Call me in ten minutes, okay?” “And say what?” “Anything, you can say anything or even nothing at all, I’ll handle it. Just call me, please.” “Got it. See ya.”

You hung up, changed Wonwoo’s contact name to ‘Auntie 💞’ and left the bathroom, getting back to the table you and your date were. You kept pretending to be interested in him and in his jokes that hid a hint of misogyny, just wishing that those 10 minutes would pass in a blink of an eye.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your phone rang and the name Auntie 💞 was on display. You frowned, faking surprise and worry.

“It’s my aunt, sorry, but I gotta answer.” The guy just nodded with a smile on his face and kept looking at you while you picked up the phone.

“Auntie? Is everything alright? I’m actually in the middle of something… What?” You shifted in the chair, your face darkening even though there was a complete silence coming from the other line. “You fell? No- it’s okay, where are you?”

“Meet me at our favorite convenience store.” The silence was finally broken, Wonwoo’s voice was low and calm as always.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t you dare move a single inch, auntie.”

You hung up and looked at the guy with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry, my auntie fell off the bed and she has no one to help her, she hit her arm and-“

“It’s okay, we can continue our date another day, right?”

You gave him a small smile, little did he know that the first thing you’d do after getting back home was to block him on every social media. “Right, thanks for understanding. We’ll talk later and thank you for your time, it was really good getting to know you.”

And with that, you left, letting out a deep sigh as soon as he wasn’t able to hear you anymore because of the distance. You smiled to yourself, feeling free that you were far away from that guy, and walked towards the convenience store you and Wonwoo love.

Getting there, you found Wonwoo sitting by himself with two lamens, one he was already eating and the other was closed with chopsticks on top.

“Is it for me?” You smiled and sat beside him, already taking the chopsticks and opening the lamen, only to find out it was actually ready.

“Since your date ended earlier than expected, I thought that you might be still hungry.”

“Well, you were right. I’m starving! Thank you for the food~” You started to eat, not caring about Wonwoo watching you.

He watched you eat for a few seconds before looking at his own lamen and eating it as well. The only thing that could be heard was your humming, signaling that you were finding the lamen delicious, and the noise from other clients.

“Hey,” Wonwoo finally broke the silence. “I have a question.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to keep going and ask his question.

“This might be the seventh time I help you to leave a boring date. Why do you still try so hard to go on dates?”

You nodded and placed down the chopsticks, your arms rested on the table as you looked at him with a small and hopeful smile on your face. “Because I still believe in love. I still think there’s a guy out there that is my soulmate, that is the one for me, and if I don’t go after him, I will never find him. You can’t find your soulmate if you don’t go out and meet new people, Wonu.”

“You’re saying like I don’t believe in love.” Wonwoo chuckled and shook his head before eating again.

“And do you believe in love? I never saw you going on dates or trying to pursue someone.”

“I do believe in love and try to pursue the person that I have feelings for, but the person is quite difficult.”

“What?!” You shouted and soon lowered your voice in a whisper. “You like someone and I never knew about it? Who is it?”

Wonwoo ignored you and kept finishing his lamen.

“Jeon Wonwoo, who is it?”

“Guess.”

“If you don’t tell me I’ll delete all the progress you made in that silly game at my place.”

Wonwoo looked at you as if you threatened him to kill his entire family. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You know I would. Now tell me who you like, please~” You pouted and looked at him with shiny eyes.

“I’m looking at them.”

You laughed. “Yah! that’s not fun-“ you stopped laughing and your expression turned into a serious one. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“Why would I joke about such a thing?”

You swallowed hard and started to think about your best friend’s words. Everything started to make sense, there was a reason behind all of his romantic yet very subtle gestures that you were only able to see that they were romantic at that moment.

“For how long have you been liking me?”

“For quite a while now. I’ve always tried to look available to you, but you never chose me. I didn’t want to be bold because I don’t know how you feel towards me, so it’s better to have you beside me as my best friend than not having you at all.”

“How could I ever choose you if I never knew you were an option?! Ya-“ you groaned in frustration. “You could've flirted with me or something like that!”

“I did, but in a subtle way.”

“Well, but now I know! What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” he looked at you, his eyes held so much love and hope that was almost overwhelming to look at. “What do you want me to do about this?”

“Ask me on a date?”

Wonwoo smiled and cleared his throat. “Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I mean, I guess so. Maybe you’re my soulmate, who knows.” You tried to act cool.

“Great, I’ll think about some good date ideas and I’ll let you choose which one you like the most.” He sighed happily and took your lamen from you, using his chopsticks to eat it and ease the tension. “Wah, why is yours better than mine?”

“Asshole, you ate yours and now want to eat mine?!” You tried to take the lamen away from him, but he didn’t let you and laughed while eating it. You stopped trying and looked at him with a frown. “If you don’t give my lamen back, I won’t go on a date with you.”

Wonwoo’s laughter died and he immediately pushed the lamen to your side. “I- huh.. I’ll buy myself another one then. Wait here.”

You smiled and got back to happily eating it, you glanced at Wonwoo trying to pick a lamen and your smile turned into a grin. You felt your heart getting warmer and you felt a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Maybe your soulmate was right in front of you the entire time, but you were too blind to see it and were looking for affection in all the wrong places, forgetting about the only one that felt like the right one, emotionally and rationally speaking.

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Hiii, i really love your writing! Could you maybe do a jealous!cater?

IVE MISSED HIMM

Jealous!Cater always has some kind of angle. Whether it’s a long-con or white lie, he’s up to something! When he breaks you out of your shell to be a “little study buddy”, you just know he’s lying. Cater has plenty of smart friends- why’d he need you? He basically feeds you the answer when he starts showing you off like some prized pony. Look at what I caught! Quiet kid! His eyes say, and they widen when all his social meddling actually gets you a boyfriend. Fuck. He’s crushing on his study buddy :(

Jealous!Cater just can’t stop touching you,, What’s a few hugs between friends, right? What about holding hands? Cuddling? It’s not like you have a reference for what friends are supposed to do on account of your “social deficiency”- Just lay back and let him rest. He works so hard, won’t you play with his hair a bit? He’s sure your boyfriend won’t mind, unless he’s #toxic! You trust him, don’t you?

Jealous!Cater that does everything in his power to monopolize your time- Sending you “urgent” emails because he knows you keep those notifications on for your gaming promos, like a dork (he does it too - trying to convince himself it’s totally cool when it’s HIM) or spamming your phone when he knows you’re out with him. It’s not your bestie’s fault that your boyfie can’t get you away from your phone- With Cater, you wouldn’t have to. But his delusions say he’s charismatic enough to where if he wanted you to go screenless you would in a heartbeat. He’s just that good ;)

Jealous!Cater that takes pictures of you “for his records” in the most insane way,, You could be deepthroating lunch and his camera’s already in your face. It’s far from a pretty picture- But with enough obsessing and his desperate need to see your face before he goes to sleep, he can almost fool himself into some semblance of domesticity. (At least until he veers into pervert territory with all the pics of you kissing other guys.. Oops!) Even if you’re ignoring his texts right now, (cough cough garbage boyfriend cough) he’ll always be your favourite in his dreams!

Jealous!Cater that references you in everything he does, and since he can’t spend every waking moment with you anymore it’s the next best thing! No text or post goes without my friend said this or haha that’s cute, they do it all the time even if NOBODY in the room knows you, they’ll know of you. How you laugh and cry and smile because if it’s all he can think of, then it’s all anyone can.

Jealous!Cater that, even if you’re occupied at the moment, and so earnestly wants you it makes him sick, will wait. Because Cater gets what he wants- If he needs to get a little sneaky with it is no matter, he’s cute enough to pull it off. He’ll have you where he wants soon enough, wrapped around his finger :) So long as he can ignore that he’s around yours, it’ll be fine! Just don’t pull away too hard, he might grow to like it <3

@bju3c0re

[creating--memories]

This is how it went

Part 5: I know I’ve kissed you before, I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?

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Wc: 2kish

Themes: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of divorce, light sexual content maybe?

Authors note: happy game day fic. hi I kind of hate the way this chapter came out, I’m feeling unsure where to go with this series b idk if I should continue, but here’s part 5 for now. Also unedited ofc, so lmk if there’s any serious errors.

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Paige slammed the back door of her dad’s CRV, her crutches clanking against each other as she flung them into the well of the backseat.

Bob turned around in the front seat, taking note of his daughter’s distress.

“Woah kid! what’s got you all riled up”

Paige turned her head to look out of the car window, refusing to make eye contact with her dad.

“Don’t want to talk about it” she mumbled

Bob sighed at her response, pondering over whether or not to keep pushing.

“Alright kiddo. Well you can always talk to me if you need” he said as he pulled the car into drive.

Paige tried to muster up a semblance of a smile, feeling sorry for shutting her dad out, but her mind was swirling with the afterthoughts of the scene that just played out in Azzi’s room moments ago. So instead she rested her head on the windowsill, closed her eyes and waited until they arrived home.

Paige loved her dad and she knew he would do anything for her, but they didn’t talk about the deeper stuff. After her mom left, she could feel the hole that ripped through her dad in every aspect of their lives. Even though he put up a tough front, Paige was old enough to see how badly he was hurting. Naturally, like the person she is, Paige wanted to protect him, she couldn’t bear to hurt him the same way her mom did. So she mostly kept her hardships to herself. When her dad met her stepmom, she saw the hole in her dad get a little bit smaller and Paige promised herself she was not going to be the one to reopen it. This is why when she met Azzi, she became grateful to have Katie and Tim around. For the first time, she felt like she had parent figures to open up to. And Paige didn’t just let the Fudd’s into her heart, Katie and Tim loved her like their daughter. They genuinely wanted to best for her.

But, Paige knew that even if the Fudd’s treated her like their daughter, Azzi was their *actual* daughter. So Tim Fudd was the last person she expected to see when there was a ring at her doorbell later that evening.

“What’s with the face Bueckers?” Laughed Tim when the blonde opened the door, gesturing to the look of shock on her face.

“Oh— sorry— hi Tim, just didn’t expect you that’s all. I figured you’d be busy taking pictures with Azzi and stuff.” She scratched the back of her neck at the last part of her sentence.

“I actually just dropped her off. I was driving by your house so I thought I’d stop by. Can I come in?”

Tim gestured past Paige.

Paige nodded, her mind still swirling with confusion, and stepped aside to make room for the older man to enter the house.

Tim walked through the home casually, like it was his own, and pulled out a chair to sit at the kitchen table. Paige hobbled over to the kitchen and stood across from Tim at the other end.

Paige swung her arms awkwardly

“Can I get you something to drink or something?”

“No that’s alright kid. Actually, I came here 'cause I wanted to talk.”

Tim gestured to the seat next to him, inviting the blonde to take a seat.

The younger girl cautiously took a seat, angling her chair so that her leg could stretch out next to her, letting her crutches clank on the floor.

Tim sat there quietly for a few moments. Paige shifting in her seat uncomfortably, still confused at what the older man wanted to talk about.

“You know Azzi was real sad you weren’t there for her prom sendoff.” said Tim finally

A pang of guilt spread across Paige’s face, she did feel bad for leaving her best friend on the night she had discussed excitedly for so long. But it didn’t last long once she remembered why she wasn’t there in the first place.

“It’s not my fault I wasn’t there. I'm sure John or James or whatever his name is kept her company” Paige scoffed and looked away from the man sitting in front of her.

“I know it’s not your fault Paige, I’m just letting you know she was sad” said Tim endearingly.

Paige fiddled with the strings on her sweatshirt, the guilt that had dissipated from earlier creeping back in.

“I know it sucks kid, and I know you’re angry. But you also gotta understand she’s just a kid, both of you are. You know how hard this year has been on her, the weight of coming back from injury and making a name for her college career has been crushing her.”

Paige finally looked up to meet Tim’s eyes with a look of understanding, her grudge against her younger best friend starting to fall.

The blonde let out a sigh of exasperation.

“I just hate it sometimes. I know I asked for it but sometimes I just wish we didn’t have all of this attention, I wish we were normal”

“I know kid, but if you were just two normal girls who lived on opposite sides of the country you never would have each other in your lives.”

Tim placed a hand on Paige’s shoulder

“And I think you’d hate that even more”

The corner of Paige’s lips curled into a small smile

“Do you think I can make it up to her?”

Tim reached into the drawstring backpack he had brought and pulled out a small plastic container that held a dainty corsage made up of light pink and purple roses along with a matching boutonniere and placed it on the table.

He pushed the box towards Paige.

“I’m not sure, but I think I know where you can start.”

—

Azzi sat on the curb of the sidewalk outside of her high school gym, her bare feet outstretched in front of her, heels discarded to her side waiting for her dad to pick her up. The last few stragglers from the dance exited the gym behind her, some heading home and others to the afterparty that was being held for their grade. Azzi couldn't go to the afterparty as she had basketball in the morning, not that she was feeling up for it anyway. Ever since earlier that day, she couldn’t get the words of her blonde best friend out of her head: “Maybe we shouldn't be anything at all”. She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of it. It’s not like she didn’t understand why Paige was upset, she hated making her feel like this, but part of her was angry at Paige as well. She of all people knew how much pressure Azzi was under and how hard it had been on her.

“Why can’t she understand I just need a little more time?”

she thought to herself

Her dad’s car rolled up next to her on the sidewalk and she slipped her heels back on and made her way to the car.

“Hi beautiful, how was your night?”

Tim said with a smile as his daughter entered the car.

“It was a lot of fun, the music was awesome and we danced a lot…”

the end of Azzi’s sentence trailed off.

“But?”

responded Tim

Azzi smoothed out her dress on her lap, fidgeting with her clothing instead of looking at her dad.

“I don’t know… just felt like something was missing the whole night”

Tim hummed lowly in understanding

“Maybe a certain blonde-haired blue-eyed something?”

Azzi just gave a sad smile in response, as she continued to fidget with her hands.

Tim wrapped his arm around his daughter’s shoulders.

“I know kiddo. It may not feel like it, but I think she was missing you a lot too tonight”

Azzi turned her head to look out the passenger-side window

“I don’t know she seemed pretty adamant about *not* wanting to see me earlier” she mumbled

“You know blondie can be pretty dramatic, I’m sure she will be crawling back as soon as you know it”

consoled her dad

Azzi shrugged in response and continued staring out the window

—

As Azzi walked into her house she tossed her shoes to the side and started making her way to her bedroom, until she was stopped short by her dad.

“Hey Az, before you go upstairs could you come out back with me for a sec?” asked Tim

Azzi raised her eyebrows at her dad, confused by the strange request.

“And put your shoes back on” he added as his daughter’s face twisted into even more confusion

Azzi opened her mouth to protest, but Tim was already making his way to the back door.

—

Azzi grabbed the handle to the back door to open, finally close enough for her dad to listen to her protests.

“Dad what is this about, my feet hurt, I don’t really want to wear these— “

The brunette stopped mid-sentence at the sight she was met with in her backyard. Small fairy lights lined the trees on the perimeter of the small plot of land and continued over the Fudd’s family basketball hoop. On the ground sat a few small lanterns with fake candles illuminating the grass and pink and purple flowers scattered around. A small speaker playing soft R&B music hummed in the background. In the middle of the scene stood Paige, wearing a mildly ill-fitting suit and her hair slicked back into a low bun. In her hands, she was cradling a plastic box.

“Hi” Paige said nervously as the younger girl made her way over to her.

Azzi took in the sight of the older girl standing in front of her.

“Paige what—”

Paige grabbed one of Azzi’s hands in her own

“I’m sorry for earlier Az. I didn't mean any of it. I always want you in my life. I should’ve been more understanding.”

Azzi pulled the blonde closer and wrapped her arms around her tightly, resting her head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry too Paige. I never want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you. I should’ve told you how I was feeling earlier.”

The two girls stayed like that for a moment, grateful to be in the embrace of each other again, the frustrations from their argument rippling off of them and they sank into the hug.

Azzi pulled back from the hug first looking back to the decorations around them.

“did you do all of this yourself p?

“I had a little help” she said as she nodded towards Tim standing in the doorway.

Azzi couldn’t help but tear up a little bit, the thought of her dad helping Paige set everything up.

“Don’t stay up too late you two” yelled Tim as he smiled at the two girls and shut the door behind him

“Here I got something for you” Paige said as she struggled with the closure of the container.

Azzi slipped the yellow corsage from her date earlier off of her wrist and tossed it to the side.

“Do you want to put that inside? I know girls like to dry them and save them and stuff to look back on for memories or something, at least that’s what I’ve seen in movies” The older girl said, trying to be mature even though the thought of Azzi’s date wanted to make her scream.

“Nah, you know I hate yellow. Plus, I like this memory a lot better.” she said as she held out her wrist

Paige beamed at the younger girl's response, obediently placing the new corsage onto Azzi’s hand

“Where did you get this suit from?”

Azzi giggled at the blonde, as she pinned the boutonniere to the lapel of her jacket

“it’s one of Jose’s old ones; your mom helped me out a bit” said Paige.

She pulled the sides of the suit jacket back to reveal a lines of safety pins pulling in the fabric of the jacket in different places, a makeshift tailor job of sorts.

This caused Azzi to laugh even harder

“you’re incredible Paige”

Paige smiled back at her, letting out a few laughs as well

“Now, Ms. Fudd. May I have this dance?” she said as she reached for the younger girl’s hand

Azzi grabbed her hand and pulled her closer

“I would be delighted”

As the two of them swayed there to the soft sounds of Usher coming from the speaker, underneath fairy lights and a basketball hoop, Azzi couldn’t ask for a better prom night.

—

When the two girls finally made their way back into the house it was well past midnight and they tiptoed carefully up the stairs to Azzi’s room. Paige had insisted she must carry Azzi up the stairs when she said her feet hurt, but Azzi, younger but wiser, refused, not wanting to hurt the injured girl even more, so she settled for carrying her shoes and small handbag.

When they finally reached the younger girls bedroom they both flung themselves onto the bed facing the ceiling. After a bit Paige turned on her side to face the younger girl.

“You tired?” She said

Azzi propped herself up on her elbows to look at her best friend in the eyes.

“Surprisingly? No.”

Paige grinned at the answer

“Me neither, wanna watch frozen”

Azzi smiled and flashed a game expression of shock

“Duh”

Paige started to sit up to grab Azzi’s laptop but the brunette pulled her back down by her wrist.

“Paige?” She said hesitantly

“Yeah?”

Azzi’s eyes locked onto the girl in front of her

“Thank you for tonight. This was better than any prom I could have imagined” her voice was soft and low, the sincerity of her words clear.

The gap between them felt smaller now.

“Me too Az, I’m just glad I got to spend it with you”

Azzi rubbed small circles on the blondes wrist as they stared into each others eyes, both of them refusing to break contact.

Azzi leaned in slightly and took a short breath in. Paige followed the younger girls lead, pressing their lips together. They moved in sync, Azzi tilting her head slightly to allow the older girl to deepen the kiss. What started out as a soft peck, slowly transformed into something needier. Paige moved her hand to cup Azzi’s jaw and pulled her in deeper, breathing in the scent of the vanilla lavender perfume she wore. Azzi hummed at the increase in proximity as her hands roamed across the older girls back. Paige parted her mouth slightly, giving Azzi the perfect opportunity to slot her tongue in between her lips. Their tongues intertwined between them, both girls sighing into each other.

Paige pushed herself up with her hands, positioning herself fully ontop of Azzi. She leaned in to reconnect their lips but the younger girl pulled away.

“Paige?”

“Yeah? Is everything ok Az? We can stop if—“

“I’m a virgin” Azzi blurted out

Not expecting that at all, the blonde stared back at her for a second.

“Oh— um— yeah. That’s ok Az, I am too.”

She felt slightly embarrassed, not that Azzi would care, but she had been this big hot shot at school, constantly hyping up how cool UConn was to the younger girl, it felt a like embarrassing to admit that despite all of that she was still a virgin.

Azzi laid a hand on the blondes bicep, sending a shiver down her arm.

“I want my first time to be with someone special, someone I feel safe with. I want it to be with you”

Paige’s heart beat out of her chest, the younger girls words finally hitting her.

“I think… I think I want that too.”

Azzi smiled up at Paige, a smile of reassurance and comfort that mesmerized the older girl.

Paige leaned back down to kiss the brunette beneath her, sinking their bodies further into the mattress. Azzi couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself, how cliche? Losing your virginity on prom night. But as long as it was with Paige she didn’t care what night it was.

Paige’s hands moved up Azzi’s arms and pulled down the sparkly straps of her dress her collarbone fully exposed. Azzi’s breath hitched at her actions, and she pulled the older girl even closer for a moment before pulling back once more.

“I love you p, I hope you know that”

Paige felt tears trying to escape her eyes.

“I know Az. I love you too”

And before she knew it Azzi was pulling her back in, crashing their lips together again.

Azzi didn’t pull back again for a while.

—

Later that night, as they laid tingled in rather bodies, Paige passed out asleep, Azzi stirred slightly. Careful not to wager the peacefully sleeping blonde next to her she climbed out of bed and grabbed the corsage off of her desk.

She grabbed the heaviest book she could find and opened it to the middle pages. Carefully she placed the pink and purple flowers in between the pages and closed the book firmly, before grabbing a few more to weigh it down. She placed the carefully arranged stack back onto her bookshelf and crashed back into bed, slotting herself back into the crook of Paige’s neck.

“Now I’ll never forget this night” she whispered as she fell asleep to the sound of Paige’s breathing.

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Rumor Has It

✩: Kaia Jenner, the youngest Kardashian-Jenner, is an up-and-coming actress. When F1 driver Charles Leclerc casually calls her his favorite actress, the internet goes crazy. What starts as rumors turns into a whirlwind of drama, chemistry, and public scrutiny.

Part 2

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It was one of those perfect days where everything felt easy. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot, and the pool was the perfect temperature. I was just in a cute bikini and some oversized sunglasses, lounging by the pool with a drink in hand, trying to forget about the chaos of my usual routine.

Kendall was nearby, chatting with Kim while the kids ran around, yelling and splashing. The little ones were being loud as usual, but today, I didn’t mind. There’s something kind of calming about it. Stormi was jumping into Kylie’s arms over and over, laughing each time, while North was teaching Chicago how to swim. They were so cute together.

I didn’t really have much to do but soak in the moment. It felt nice not having to worry about anything—no cameras, no interviews, just family. It was rare we could all be together like this without any kind of press or work obligations getting in the way. It was just… us.

I decided to join in on the fun. I jumped up from my chair, slipped into the pool, and instantly felt the cool water on my skin. The kids screamed in excitement when they saw me, and before I knew it, I was caught in a pool game of tag with them.

Saint grabbed my arm, trying to pull me under, and I couldn't stop laughing when he managed to splash me in the face. "Got you!" he yelled, grinning. I splashed him back, and we kept going, the sound of the water mixing with all the giggles.

Kendall jumped in next, tossing me a pool floatie as she joined the chaos. We were all running around, making waves and having the time of our lives. It was like being a kid again—no responsibilities, just the pure joy of being together.

Eventually, I ended up on the floatie, lying back and staring at the sky as the kids continued to play. Stormi climbed up next to me, lying down with her little head resting on my arm. "You’re the best," she said softly, her tiny voice making me smile.

I looked down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "You’re the best, Stormi."

It was one of those days that reminded me of why I loved my family so much. The laughter, the chaos, and the love—it was everything. And honestly, it was perfect just the way it was. No cameras, no expectations. Just us.

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A Home (part 5)

Part 1 Part 4 Part 6

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Let’s get to know the boys!

The apartment was silent when you stepped inside.

But the boys were there, waiting for you.

Chishiya on one end of the couch, relaxed, head tilted slightly like he had already worked everything out before you even opened the door.

And Niragi—

Yeah.

He looked pissed.

Not his usual smug, teasing irritation, but real, seething anger. His jaw was tight, his arms stretched across the back of the couch like he was forcing himself to stay put.

You barely got the door closed before he was talking.

“Where the fuck were you?”

No softness. No teasing. No game.

You blinked. You expected this. But you also knew you had nothing to hide.

“I had to play.” you told him, voice even. “You know how it is.”

Niragi scoffed, eyes narrowing. He did know. And that was the problem.

You barely had time to take a step before he was in front of you, looking down at you.

“Alone?” he demanded. His voice was low, but there was heat in it. A growing fire. “And didn’t fucking tell me?”

There was no playfulness in it, no crude jokes. He wasn’t taunting you.

He was angry.

And… you understood why.

Niragi wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to people caring. The people in his life before—whoever they were—never really did.

He had spent so long being expendable. Disposable.

And now?

Now, you.

You, sneaking out on him, leaving him behind.

He wouldn’t say it, but you knew—deep down, beneath all that cruelty, something in him felt abandoned.

Still, you stood your ground.

“I came back, didn’t I?” you said, voice softer now. “I was fine.”

His eyes flashed, and he let out a short, mocking laugh.

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned in closer, towering over you. “And what if you weren’t, huh? What if you got fucking shot, or jumped, or—or whatever the fuck? You think I’d just sit here and wait for your cold-ass body to come back?”

You stared up at him, his words sinking in.

He meant that. Every word of it.

This wasn’t just about control. He didn’t want to own you—he wanted to keep you.

And not in that twisted, possessive, cruel way he had once thought was love.

This was something else. Something messier.

Something that meant he didn’t know what the fuck to do with himself.

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his arm. Just barely. Carefully.

He tensed. Didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry.” you said, voice sincere. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

A beat of silence.

And then—Niragi laughed. Short, sharp, disbelieving. Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

Like he couldn’t believe you meant that.

Like he didn’t know how to accept it.

You cared about him. Him.

What the fuck was he supposed to do with that?

He shook his head, stepping back, running a hand through his hair, restless.

“Fucking idiot.” he muttered. He didn’t know what else to say.

You glanced past him, finally meeting Chishiya’s eyes.

He was watching. Not surprised, not upset. Just watching. He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have to.

You took a breath, let the tension settle, and then, as if nothing had just happened, you smiled. “Do you guys want something to eat?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No.” The answer was flat, blunt. He didn’t even look at you when he said it, already turning toward the hallway. “I’m going to bed.”

That was it.

No more yelling, no more threats. He was done.

You watched him go, his movements tense. He didn’t slam his door this time, but the way it clicked shut still felt too final.

You let out a soft breath.

Then—

“I do.”

You turned your head.

Chishiya.

Oh, Chishiya.

Your smile returned, softer now. “Alright.”

And just like that, you headed for the kitchen.

No hesitation. No questioning it.

Because if he was actually asking for something, if he actually wanted something, then you weren’t going to ignore it. Not him.

You moved quietly, opening cabinets, pulling things out. The apartment was still stocked well enough from your last run, and you always made sure to have something easy for him.

As you worked, you glanced toward the living room. “How long were you guys waiting?”

Chishiya stretched out on the couch, getting more comfortable. “A while.”

That wasn’t really an answer, but you didn’t push. Instead, you asked, “What’s up?”

He raised a brow.

You elaborated, “Like… what’s going on? You both just looked at me when I walked in like I ruined something.”

“Maybe you did.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “If I did, it was something bad.”

He let out a small, quiet sound. Almost a laugh.

And you cherished it.

You kept talking as you moved, keeping the energy light. Soft. Warm. Because that’s what you did. You made things easier, softer. Even after a confrontation like that, even after Niragi’s anger, you were still… you.

Still an angel.

You didn’t ask why they were waiting. You didn’t ask why he stayed out here when he could have easily gone to bed. You just… accepted it.

And that, more than anything, was why he stayed.

From the couch, Chishiya watched. He didn’t really move, didn’t react much, but you felt his gaze on you, felt that familiar weight of his attention.

You liked when he talked, though. Even if it was short answers, cute little sentences. Even if you had to pull them out of him sometimes.

So, you kept talking. “Do you think Niragi’s still mad?”

Chishiya didn’t even hesitate. “Obviously.”

You huffed a little laugh. “Yeah, I figured.”

Silence for a moment.

Then, casually, like it was just an observation, he said, “Not that he really has a reason to be.”

You blinked, turning to look at him.

He wasn’t looking at you now, just stretched out on the couch like he couldn’t care less, arms behind his head, completely relaxed. But he’d said it.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

“Just that he has no reason to be this pissed about it.”

You raised a brow, stirring the food. “I mean, I did sneak out.”

He barely reacted. “So?”

You let out a soft breath. So?

“Well,” you shrugged. “he said he wanted to come with me next time, and I went without him.”

Chishiya finally glanced at you, flat, unimpressed. “And?”

You smiled a little. “And that’s a good reason to be mad, no?”

He scoffed. “Not really.”

You huffed a quiet laugh.

His tone was so dismissive, so completely unbothered. Like he genuinely couldn’t understand why Niragi was this worked up.

It was weird.

Weird because… it kind of felt like he was on your side.

You didn’t even know if that was the right way to put it, because Chishiya didn’t take sides. Not like that. Not in a way that meant anything.

But still…he was making it clear.

You weren’t the one being unreasonable here.

He could have taken this moment to tear into you, to say something mean, something cutting, to make it clear that he didn’t care about your choices or Niragi’s anger. But instead, he was just… stating facts.

No reason for Niragi to be this pissed.

And that was that.

Your chest felt warm.

You smiled softly, turning back to the food. “That’s nice of you to say.”

He let out a small, amused breath. “Wasn’t trying to be nice.”

“Still counts.”

You heard a quiet exhale, something that might have been the smallest, faintest laugh.

God.

You loved when he did that.

And he made you think.

And you were good at thinking.

Chishiya was a puzzle that people often didn’t even bother trying to solve. Not because he was impossible, but because he made himself seem impossible. Most people gave up before they even started.

You didn’t.

He wasn’t actually that complicated.

Not to you, at least.

Because he reminded you of a certain type of patient you’d met before. The ones who were too self-aware for their own good. The ones who understood themselves better than most but refused to let that knowledge change them.

Chishiya knew exactly what he was. It was one of the reasons why he was so calm, so detached. Why he didn’t see the point in getting emotional. He understood that emotions were just variables. Just inconveniences. And he didn’t like inconveniences.

But what interested you most about him was how he was empty.

You’d seen that before, too—people who lacked anything. People who only mimicked, only played along.

But Chishiya didn’t mimic.

He didn’t care enough to. He was just… watching. Always watching. And the thing was—he wasn’t cruel, either. Sure, he could be cold and detached, blunt to the point of being mean, but he wasn’t actively cruel.

He didn’t get joy from hurting people.

That was the biggest difference between him and Niragi.

Niragi wanted control because control was the only thing that made him feel safe. He wanted people under his thumb, he wanted them afraid, because that way, they couldn’t hurt him first.

But Chishiya?

He didn’t care.

He didn’t need people afraid of him.

He just needed them predictable.

People were easier to deal with when you already knew what they were going to do.

You glanced over at him as he stretched out further on the couch, so comfortable, so unbothered. He was watching you again.

You met his gaze, soft and bright as always, before you turned back to the food.

Maybe you were an inconvenience to him.

But he still let you in.

That meant something, didn’t it?

It didn’t take long to finish cooking, and when you finally plated the food, you walked over, setting his plate down gently on the coffee table.

You smiled, tilting your head. “Enjoy.”

He looked at the plate, then up at you.

You didn’t stay, though. You turned and started walking back to your room.

“You’re not eating?”

You glanced back, still walking. “Not hungry.”

And then you disappeared into your room, shutting the door behind you.

Huh.

~

The morning light filtered in through the windows, casting soft golden lines across the counter where you sat, fingers lightly drumming against the surface. Your thoughts were distant, unfocused, floating somewhere between the past and the present, between here and… elsewhere.

The apartment was quiet.

Chishiya was nowhere to be seen—maybe still in his room, maybe just existing somewhere out of sight. And Niragi… well, if he hadn’t stormed into the living room yet, it meant he was either still asleep or still angry.

You weren’t sure which was better.

Your mind wandered back to last night, to the way his hands had twitched like he was barely keeping himself together. His anger had always been violent, unstable, irrational. But last night had been different. He hadn’t exploded like you thought he would.

He had just left.

And Chishiya…he had been more present than usual. It was subtle, but you noticed it.

Maybe you were reading too much into things.

Maybe not.

You sighed, rubbing at your temples before resting your chin against your palm.

Then, the sound of footsteps.

Heavy, slow, dragging footsteps.

You glanced up just as Niragi walked into the room, hair messy, eyes still carrying the weight of sleep. He rolled his shoulders back as he walked, one hand lifting to rub lazily at the side of his neck.

But he wasn’t angry.

Not anymore.

Still sharp-edged, still carrying that air of cruelty, but not shouting. Not pacing.

Your lips parted slightly in mild surprise, but you quickly recovered, offering him a soft smile as he made his way to the fridge, yanking it open without a word.

You tilted your head. “Morning.”

He let out a low grunt in response, eyes scanning the inside of the fridge with clear dissatisfaction. He pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a slow sip before glancing at you.

“You look like shit.”

A small laugh escaped you. “Good morning to you, too.”

He leaned against the counter, resting his weight on one arm as he lazily watched you. His gaze flickered over your face, then down to your hands on the counter, then back up.

“You gonna sit there all day looking pathetic or what?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. At least he was calm.

“You hungry?” you asked, shifting forward slightly.

He scoffed, taking another sip of water. “Maybe.”

That was good enough for you.

Without hesitation, you slid off the stool and walked toward the kitchen, already moving to prepare something.

At least he wasn’t fucking shouting at you anymore.

Niragi watched as you moved around the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, tapping his fingers against the water bottle, gaze following your every motion.

It was strange—having him quiet.

Not angry, not picking a fight, just watching.

Maybe something had shifted last night.

Maybe he just wasn’t awake enough to be an asshole yet.

Either way, you’d take it.

You stood at the counter, one hand holding up two different spice bottles as you turned to face Niragi. “Which one?”

He didn’t answer.

He just… stared.

But it wasn’t an ordinary stare, wasn’t an annoyed glare, wasn’t one of his usual mean spirited looks. No, this was something else entirely. His brows pinched just slightly, his mouth pressed into a firm line, eyes narrowing in a way that made you realize—

He wasn’t glaring at the spices.

He was trying to read them.

The realization struck you quietly, an almost invisible shift in your expression as you put the pieces together.

Your lips parted slightly before you spoke, keeping your voice casual, light, teasing even. “You look like you’re trying to set them on fire with your mind.”

Niragi scoffed immediately, but the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was slightly aware he had been caught. “Shut up.”

You tilted your head, fingers rolling the spice bottles in your hands. “Or maybe…” you trailed off for a second, letting your words sit before finishing. “you can’t read them.”

His face immediately twisted into a scowl, eyes snapping toward yours. “The fuck are you talking about?”

You smiled at him, gentle, patient. “You’re squinting.”

“I’m not squinting.”

“You are.”

“I—” He stopped.

Oh. He had just noticed.

You hummed, watching him as you slowly lowered the spices. “You need glasses, don’t you?”

Niragi rolled his eyes so hard you thought he might actually sprain something. “I don’t need them.”

You weren’t convinced. Not even a little.

You turned to set the spices down, switching gears seamlessly. “So, what happened? Did you break them?”

He didn’t answer.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching the way he tensed slightly, fingers tightening around the water bottle in his hand.

Oh. Oh.

“You don’t have them.” you stated, voice softer now, more certain.

His jaw clenched. “Don’t need them that much.”

Liar.

You turned fully to face him again, eyes flickering over his expression, over the discomfort in his body language.

The squinting, the reluctance, the complete avoidance of the subject—it wasn’t just that he didn’t have them.

He didn’t want them.

And why?

Glasses weren’t something to be embarrassed about. He had no issues with his piercings, his scars, his everything—so why this?

Your mind ticked over the possibilities. Maybe he thought they made him look weak, or maybe he had needed them when he was younger and never got them, maybe someone made him feel less because of them, maybe—

Hm.

You let it go.

For now.

Instead, you gave him a knowing smile, voice still sweet as ever. “Well, good thing you have me to read things for you.”

His eyes narrowed immediately. “No, I don’t.”

You giggled. Giggled. Like his threats were nothing. Like he was nothing to be afraid of. It was… irritating. In a way he didn’t know how to name.

You turned back to the food, but Niragi was still watching you. Watching the way you moved, the way your shoulders relaxed, the way you didn’t push further.

People always pushed.

Always made it a thing. Always had something to say, something to pick apart, some dumbass reason to act like they understood him.

But you didn’t.

You just… let it be.

And it was weird.

He stayed silent for a moment, watching as you reached for the spice he definitely couldn’t read and sprinkled it over the food, completely unfazed by his presence.

Then, you glanced at him again, as casual as ever. “So, are you gonna help me get plates out, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?”

Niragi blinked. “You’re so fucking weird.”

And yet, he didn’t leave.

“Just grab two plates.”

Niragi didn’t answer right away, and you expected some kind of retort—some kind of bite about how you were bossing him around.

But instead? He just… did it. No grumbling. No complaints. No dramatic sighs about how you should do it yourself.

He just grabbed the plates.

You paused for a fraction of a second, brows lifting slightly, eyes flicking toward him. “Wow.” you said. “You’re behaving.”

Niragi immediately rolled his eyes, plates clicking softly as he set them down. “Don’t make it weird.”

You grinned. “Oh, but it is weird. I feel like I should document this moment.” You gasped, dramatic. “Maybe even frame it.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

You giggled, placing the last bit of food on the plates before nudging one toward him. “Here.”

He didn’t thank you. Of course, he didn’t.

But you didn’t expect him to.

You just smiled, moving to place another plate where Chishiya usually sat.

“Where’s your food?” Niragi’s voice cut in.

You blinked, glancing toward him. “Hm?”

He jerked his chin toward the plates. “That’s only two.”

“Oh.” you said, as if you had just realized. “I’m not hungry.”

Niragi’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer than it should have. Then, he clicked his tongue. “Whatever.”

And that was it.

That was all.

You weren’t sure what you had expected.

But as you turned away, moving toward the cabinets, you could still feel his eyes on you. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of you.

Like he was figuring something out.

And you? You just kept moving. You passed by Niragi, you reached out, fingers soft as they brushed through his dark hair. A gentle motion, slow and intentional, like the touch itself carried a quiet affection.

“Be good.” you said lightly, fingers giving the tiniest scritch at his scalp.

Niragi made a sound. Something between a scoff and a huff, like he couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed or just accept it. You knew which one he settled on, though.

“I’m always good.” he muttered, tilting his head just slightly toward your touch.

You smiled, because he totally wasn’t.

Then, you pulled away and walked toward your room, leaving him there, plate of food in front of him, mind churning.

…Niragi didn’t flinch away.

That was the first thing he noticed.

He hadn’t even tensed, hadn’t pulled back, hadn’t made a move to get your hand off of him when you touched him.

Not like before.

Not like the first time you had reached for him, when he had told you to not fucking touch him.

He had meant it back then. Meant it with full intent. It hadn’t been an empty snap, not a meaningless show of aggression. He hadn’t wanted hands on him, not even yours.

But now? Now, he sat at the table, fingers gripping the edge of the plate, jaw ticking slightly as he realized—

He hadn’t minded it.

No. Worse.

He had leaned into it.

Tilted his head toward your fingers like he actually wanted it.

Like a dog begging for affection. Pathetic.

His grip on the plate tightened, and he exhaled through his nose.

That was the thing about Niragi. He was mindful. Every thought, every decision—he didn’t make them blindly. He was aware of himself in ways most people weren’t. He knew why he lashed out, why he bit down, why he burned people before they could burn him. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t just some mindless violence.

He wasn’t that fucking stupid.

So he knew what this was.

What you were.

Something inside of him, something deep and buried—it liked you. It wanted you.

Not in a sexual way, though he wouldn’t be opposed to that, either.

But in a way that was… sickening.

Because if he wanted you, if he wanted this, that meant something in him could want at all.

And Niragi had spent a long, long time telling himself he didn’t.

Because wanting led to losing.

And he was so fucking sick of losing.

So when his first instinct was to move away from you, he did it. Every other time, he did it. Because that was the right call, the smart thing. Keep people at a distance, keep yourself from needing anything from them.

But this time? He hadn’t.

He had let you touch him.

Worse—he had let himself like it.

He grit his teeth and forced his hands to relax.

It was fine.

It was fine.

You didn’t know what he was thinking. And as long as he was aware, as long as he controlled it, as long as he didn’t let it get to him—it would be fine.

And Niragi knew exactly what he was doing. Every single time.

Every word that came out of his mouth, every movement he made, every decision—all of it was thought through. Even when he was cruel, even when he was reckless, even when he was violent, even when he was shooting around and screaming, there was always a reason.

And that included you.

That included the way he got you to touch him even when he pretended he didn’t want you to.

Because he did.

He just… didn’t understand why.

He thought about it now, sitting at the table, food in front of him, mind still lingering on the feel of your fingers in his hair.

The other times. The excuses. The bullshit reasons he pulled out just to get your hands on him.

Actually deeply liking it started the day he shot that man, you held his face in your hands, eyes so worried, so sweet, voice gentle when you asked if he was okay—and he had remembered.

Remembered how warm your hands were. How soft.

So he had said it. His neck hurts. Could you check it?

It had been bullshit. A flimsy excuse. His neck was fine. But you had believed him, fallen for it, and he had stood there, enjoying it, while your fingers moved over his skin.

That should’ve been it.

But it wasn’t.

He would do it again. And again.

Little things. Stupid things. On purpose. His shoulder would be sore. His side would be stiff. His wrist would hurt. Could you check? Could you fix it?

And every single time, you would.

Because every single time, you touched him so gently, like he was something fragile instead of something ruined.

And he let you.

He let himself want it.

But he didn’t know why. Didn’t know what the urge was. What part of him needed it.

Because he wasn’t some desperate loser looking for affection. He wasn’t some lonely, broken thing hoping someone would care.

He didn’t fucking need that.

Right?

His fingers curled into a fist.

It didn’t matter.

It didn’t.

Because as long as you didn’t know—as long as you kept falling for it every time he threw out some shitty excuse—then it wasn’t real.

Then it wasn’t something he actually wanted.

And if it wasn’t something he wanted, then he couldn’t lose it.

And if he couldn’t lose it, then it couldn’t hurt him.

It was fine.

It was fine.

~

You had your little plate of cookies in hand as you walked back into your room, chewing idly on one, still lost in your own head.

Afternoon had settled in, quiet and warm, the apartment holding onto that strange peace it sometimes found in the still moments between. Chishiya was nowhere to be seen, probably tucked away in whatever corner he liked to disappear to, and Niragi—

Well.

Niragi was in your room.

And he was going through your stuff.

You stopped in the doorway, eyebrows lifting slightly, watching as he rifled through your things like he had every right to.

Okay. What the fuck.

The audacity. The sheer, unapologetic audacity.

You should’ve yelled. You should’ve grabbed something and thrown it at his head, told him to get out, to mind his own fucking business.

But… you didn’t.

You just watched, chewing your cookie as he pulled open one of your drawers, sifting through whatever you had tucked away, completely undeterred by your presence.

He didn’t even look up.

“You seriously own this much girly shit?” He scoffed, picking up a tiny bottle of perfume, turning it over in his fingers. “What do you even need this for? You tryin’ to impress someone?”

You made a small noise in your throat, walking past him to set your plate down on your desk. “I like them.” you said simply. “They smell nice.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head like he found that incredibly stupid, but he still twisted the cap off, sniffing it. His nose scrunched up immediately, and he shoved it back into the drawer. “Fucking hell, that’s sweet.”

You laughed. “Yeah? You don’t like it?”

“Smells like something a little girl would wear.”

You hummed, plopping down onto your bed, still watching as he kept going. He had zero shame. He was picking up whatever caught his eye, tossing aside anything that didn’t, fingers trailing through the small, personal things you’d collected.

This should’ve annoyed you.

It didn’t.

Because this was Niragi. And Niragi had no fucking boundaries.

You knew this by now.

He pulled something out—a tube of lip gloss, clear with a subtle shimmer—and turned to you, holding it up like it was some kind of evidence. “You actually put this shit on?”

You blinked at him. “Sometimes.”

He smirked. “What, trying to look pretty?”

“Trying? I thought I already was.”

That actually made him pause.

His eyes flickered over you, something unreadable in them, before he clicked his tongue again and tossed the gloss onto your desk. “Cocky.”

You only smiled, watching as he kept going.

It was interesting.

Because Niragi was a taker. He took things. Things he wanted, things he thought he deserved, things just to see if he could get away with it.

And here he was, going through your stuff, taking in the pieces of you he’d never bothered to see before.

It was… almost funny.

You were right here, watching him, letting him do it, and that fact alone seemed to make him even more bold.

Because if you weren’t stopping him, then why should he?

You sat there, completely unbothered, still chewing idly on your cookie as Niragi—without hesitation, without even a flicker of shame—switched drawers.

And oh.

Oh.

He found the underwear drawer.

Lace, silk, soft little things in all kinds of colors. Personal. Intimate.

He paused for half a second. Not out of guilt, definitely not out of anything resembling decency—just surprise. Like he hadn’t actually expected to find something interesting, but now that he had, well—he might as well keep going.

And you still didn’t stop him. You just sat there, watching him, curious about what he’d do.

Because you knew Niragi.

You knew exactly the kind of shit he’d say.

“Oh-ho, look at this.” He plucked out a delicate cute little piece, holding it up between two fingers, like he was appraising it.

Lace-trimmed, soft, very pretty.

He turned to you, a wide, shameless grin stretching across his face. “Give me a little spin in this, sweetheart.”

You blinked at him. “Nah. You give me a spin in it.”

His grin twitched. Just a flicker, like he hadn’t expected you to turn that on him so quickly. And then he was laughing. “The fuck? You want me to wear this?”

You shrugged. “You’re the one holding it up.”

He scoffed, tossing it back into the drawer. “Yeah, no thanks. Not my size.”

“Shame.” you mused. “I think you’d look cute.”

That made him laugh again as he dug further through the drawer, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“Damn, look at all this fancy shit.” He pulled out another one, stretching the waistband between his fingers. “Who the fuck sees this, huh? Just wearing this around the house for fun?”

You hummed. “Maybe.”

His gaze flicked up to you. “Yeah? Just sittin’ around all dolled up, waiting for someone to take a peek?”

“You’re the only one peeking, Niragi.”

And there it was again—that half-second pause.

Like something in your words hit just right.

Because you were right.

You weren’t stopping him. You weren’t yelling at him, throwing a fit, shoving him away.

You were letting him. Letting him look. Letting him dig through the little parts of you that were meant to be private, meant to be untouched.

“Yeah.” he said, voice smooth, smug, like he was tasting victory. “Guess I am.”

But even then, you weren’t annoyed. You weren’t embarrassed. You just smiled, tilting your head slightly. “You gonna put everything back when you’re done, or am I gonna have to make you fold them too?”

He snorted. “You think I’m the type to clean up after myself?”

“No.” you admitted. “But you are the type to do it if I ask real nice.”

And fuck him, he knew you were right.

You leaned forward slightly, still watching him rifle through your things, fingers curling through lace and silk like he had any business being there.

“Do you even know how to fold clothes?”

Niragi stopped.

Just a brief hesitation, barely even a second. But you saw it. His fingers twitched around a pair of panties before he scoffed, tossing them back into the drawer like they weren’t worth his time. “Of course I do.”

Oh, that was a lie.

A really bad one, too.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You sure?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

You smiled. “That’s not what I asked.”

He clicked his tongue. He was getting annoyed. Not in an actual angry way, but in that I don’t like where this is going kind of way.

“So if I tell you to fold something, you’ll do it right?”

Silence.

For just a second too long.

You grinned. “You don’t know how.”

Niragi’s jaw clenched. Like the fact that you caught him was some unforgivable crime.

You stood up, brushing crumbs off your fingers as you stepped forward.

“Alright.”

You reached into the drawer, plucked a pair of panties right from the mess he made, and held them out to him. “I’ll teach you.”

Niragi stared. Not in a flustered way, not even in the way a normal person would if someone just casually pulled out their underwear and held it up for a fucking lesson.

Just… blankly.

Like he was watching something so bizarre, so fucking ridiculous, that he was trying to decide if he even wanted to be part of it.

“You’re serious?”

You nodded. “Dead serious.”

His gaze flicked between you and the panties in your hand. Then he grinned. “You just wanted an excuse to show me your little pretty shit, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and pay attention.”

And—surprisingly—he did.

Or, at least, he didn’t walk away.

Which meant he was interested.

You sat back down on the edge of your bed, smoothing out the soft fabric over your lap. And as you carefully folded them over once, then twice, tucking in the sides, you spoke.

“So?” You glanced up at him. “You really never learned how to fold clothes?”

He scoffed. “Didn’t need to.”

“No one ever made you?”

A beat. Then, a short, half-assed shrug. “Not my problem.”

You hummed.

That… was a dodge.

Which meant there was more to it.

You ran your fingers over the folded fabric, considering him.

Niragi wasn’t helpless. He wasn’t the type of guy to let things go. If he wanted something, he’d get it. If he needed something, he’d take it.

So if he really never learned how to fold clothes…that meant he never had to.

Which meant either no one taught him, or no one ever let him.

Or maybe…maybe if he ever did, he got laughed at for it.

You kept that to yourself, though. Instead, you held out the neatly folded panties to him. “Your turn.”

He made a face. “The fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

You smiled. “Try.”

And for whatever reason—Niragi actually did. He snatched up another pair from the drawer, mocking your movements as he folded it once, then twice, then—

Yeah. No.

That was bad.

He glanced at you, waiting for you to judge him.

And when you didn’t, when you just sat there, nodding like that was actually a real attempt, he squinted. “That’s it?”

“Mhm.” You reached out, straightening one of the folds. “That’s better.”

He watched you fix it, quiet for a second.

“You’re so fucking weird, you know that?”

You laughed. “I know.”

You leaned back on your hands, still watching him hold the folded pair of panties in his hands. He looked so unimpressed. Like he was above this. Like he was too good for something as basic as folding clothes.

But he still did it. That was the part you liked.

You tilted your head, your voice light, teasing. “See? Not so hard.”

Niragi scoffed, tossing the fabric back into the drawer like it had offended him. “Yeah, yeah. Look at me, I’m a proper little housewife now.”

You smiled. “You’re getting there.”

His nose scrunched. Like he could physically feel how much he hated that sentence.

God, he was funny.

“So, what, you’re into this kind of stuff? Teaching people? Making them your little pets?” He murmured, sitting down next to you on your bed.

You laughed softly. “You think I see you as a pet?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You treat me like one.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “And how’s that?”

He snorted. “Always telling me to behave. Always talking to me like I’m some kind of fucking problem you need to fix.”

Your smile didn’t falter. “Maybe because you are.”

You watched the way his body stiffened just a little. The way his fingers twitched like he wanted to lash out. “Yeah? And what, you gonna fix me, little therapist?”

Oh.

That hit something. Not because of the words. But because of the tone.

That wasn’t just mockery.

That was defensive.

Like you were picking at something inside of him.

And Niragi didn’t like that.

He was so much more than just a violent, shameless little shit. He had depth, real deep-seated issues, a tangled mess of things he would never talk about. And the second you touched even the edge of it—

He bit.

You smiled. “I don’t need to fix you.”

He stared.

“I just like you how you are.”

Something flickered. Something subtle. Something in his chest itched.

But before he could even process it, you reached out and smoothed a hand over his head, fingers threading lightly through his hair.

He froze.

His first instinct was to jerk away. To shove you off, to tell you to fuck off.

But he didn’t.

He just sat there, body tense, letting you do it.

He wasn’t used to that. To someone touching him so gently. Not to hurt him, not to push him, not to take something from him. Just… touching.

Like he was worth it.

It was so foreign, but fuck—

It was nice.

His brain hated it. His body loved it.

You pulled away, your smile still soft. “See? Good boy.”

There it was.

The bite.

His face twisted, and he immediately swatted at you. “Get the fuck outta here with that shit.”

You laughed, dodging back just in time. You tilted your head, watching him with a knowing smile. “What’s wrong? You don’t like compliments?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Not when they come with some weird ass ‘good boy’ bullshit.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your palm. “So you don’t like being told you’re good?”

His jaw twitched.

He didn’t like that question.

Because it wasn’t about the words. It was about the implication.

That he never heard it before.

That he didn’t believe it when he did.

That the very idea of being ‘good’ felt so fucking foreign to him that it might as well have been a language he never learned.

Your smile softened. “You don’t think you’re good?”

His face twisted. “What is this, a fucking intervention?”

You laughed, light and easy. “I’m just curious.”

He snorted. “Yeah? Well, keep that curiosity to yourself, sweetheart.”

You didn’t. Instead, you kept watching him, your eyes warm, thoughtful.

And Niragi was waiting. Waiting for you to push. Waiting for you to ask the wrong thing. To pry too deep, to say something that would set him off.

That’s what people did. They pushed. They prodded. They dug their nails in, looking for something they could use against him.

But you—you just sat there. Watching him like you were learning him. Like you were trying to understand.

And it was so much worse. Because Niragi could handle cruelty. He could handle anger, hatred, violence.

But kindness?

That made his chest feel too tight.

That made him think.

And Niragi didn’t like thinking.

So he did what he always did when something got too real.

He bit.

“What, you wanna fix me so bad? You wanna be my little savior?”

“No.”

That caught him off guard. You were so calm about it. So genuine.

“I just want to know you.”

That—that did something.

Because nobody ever wanted to know Niragi.

People wanted to use him. They wanted him for his violence, his rage, his ability to be unhinged enough to do the things they never could. Let’s not even talk about how they didn’t want him before he turned into this. He never got anything good.

But you? You didn’t want anything. You just wanted to understand.

And he hated it.

And he liked it.

And he didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

So instead of answering, instead of giving you something real, he just rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands. “Yeah, well. Good luck with that.”

Your smile didn’t fade. You just kept watching him, kept learning him, like you had all the time in the world. You crossed your legs, settling i. “Alright, let’s do something.”

Niragi raised a brow. “Oh, yeah? What, you gonna teach me how to knit now?”

You smiled because sadly, he was fucking hilarious. “No. I ask, you answer. If you don’t want to, you can pass. No limit. Or, if you really don’t want to do this, you can just walk away.”

That last part—that was important.

Niragi had spent his whole life backed into corners. Every conversation, every interaction, every fight was something he was forced into—or felt like he had to start it, so he did—something he had to win or else he’d be left bleeding.

But here you were, telling him he could leave.

And fuck—that was a trap, right? Had to be.

People didn’t just give options. People pretended to give options while expecting something in return.

But you—you didn’t look like you were lying. You just looked open. Relaxed. Like you were actually okay if he walked away.

Which was so fucking stupid. Because why would you let someone like him decide how this went? He should leave. He should tell you to fuck off and walk out and pretend this never happened.

But he—he didn’t.

“Fine. Knock yourself out.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite color?”

Niragi blinked. “Pfft—are you serious?” He laughed. “That’s your first question?”

You just shrugged. “Yeah. What’s your answer?”

He smirked. “Black.”

You hummed, considering. “You know, most people say black isn’t a color. It’s the absence of color.”

He hummed. “Yeah? Well, that just makes it even better.”

You chuckled. “Alright. Next one—coffee or tea?”

“Coffee.”

“Iced or hot?”

“Hot.”

You smiled, tucking that information away. “Do you like spicy food?”

“Duh.”

“Favorite type of weather?”

He gave you a look. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

You only smiled. “Just answer.”

He sighed dramatically, as if this was so ridiculous, but he still answered. “Summer. When it’s hot as fuck. None of that cold, shitty rain.”

You nodded. “Noted. Okay, next—what’s your worst habit?”

“I don’t have any.”

You laughed. “Oh, please.”

“No.” He grinned, all teeth. “I’m perfect.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes. “Next—do you like animals?”

Niragi scoffed. “Who gives a shit about animals?”

“So that’s a no?”

He opened his mouth—then stopped.

Thought about it.

“Tch.” He shrugged. “I mean, some of ‘em are cool, I guess.”

“That’s practically a yes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

You laughed softly. “Alright, next question—school? How did it go?”

Niragi didn’t answer.

His smirk dropped. His body stilled. He didn’t scoff. He didn’t make fun of you.

He just—didn’t say anything.

And that told you everything.

You didn’t push. Didn’t pry, didn’t ask again. You just moved on. “Favorite type of music?”

He let out a breath through his nose, shifting his weight. “Loud.”

“That’s not a genre.”

“That’s my answer.”

You smiled. “Alright, loud music. Got it.”

He was aware of what you were doing. He knew you were learning him. And even though he was letting you, even though he wasn’t walking away—he couldn’t figure out why.

You tilted your head, watching the way he shifted. His expression didn’t change much, but you saw the flicker of something underneath. Something unsettled.

Something unfamiliar.

You gave him a small, gentle smile. “You did good.”

That got to him.

His face twitched. The muscles in his jaw flexed, something ugly flashing through his eyes before he scoffed.

“Tch. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged. “It means exactly what I said.”

His fingers twitched at his sides.

He felt weird.

Like something inside him was pushing and pulling at the same time.

He wanted to stay. Wanted to keep talking, keep playing this game, keep letting you pick at him.

But he also—he didn’t.

Because he was too aware of what just happened.

He let you in.

And that was—that was wrong. It was fucking stupid.

Why the fuck did he do that?

Why the fuck did he keep answering?

Why the fuck did his chest feel so fucking tight just because you told him he did good?

His face curled into a sneer, something defensive and sharp. “Pfft. Whatever.”

Then he stood and walked out.

Not a word more, not a glance back.

You just watched him go.

Because you knew.

You saw it. The moment his own mind caught up to him. The second he realized just how much he gave away.

It was fascinating.

A man like Niragi—someone who didn’t shut up, who had a fucking comeback for everything, who played every game with no shame—and yet, this made him run.

Huh.

That was interesting.

It told you a lot.

Niragi wasn’t just broken—he was trapped inside his own walls. Walls that were so thick, so ingrained in him, that even when he gave himself permission to open up—the second he realized it, he slammed them shut.

He ran from himself.

And that was—

Hm.

You exhaled softly, tapping your fingers against your knee.

Looks like you’d have to be careful with him.

You stayed there for a moment, sitting on the edge of your bed, finishing the last of your cookies, crumbs brushing off your fingers as your mind quietly replayed what had just happened.

Yeah. You’d moved something in him.

Something that made him flinch.

Not physically. Niragi didn’t flinch like that. His reactions were sharper, more defensive—like a cornered animal baring its teeth, even when there was no danger.

But this was different.

You’d crossed an invisible line. A line even he hadn’t realized existed until it was too late.

He gave too much. And his brain told him to get the fuck out before he gave any more.

You let out a soft breath, stood up, and carefully—mindfully—put everything back. The panties, the perfume bottles, the little things Niragi had plucked out of your drawers like they were toys to entertain himself with.

One by one, you returned them to their places.

Neat. Organized. Back in order.

Unlike Niragi.

~

When you were done, you padded quietly out of your room, the soft sound of your footsteps muffled by the floor.

You weren’t sure what you expected to find in the living room—Niragi, sulking on the couch, maybe? But no.

The room was empty.

But from the corner of your eye, you saw movement in the kitchen.

Chishiya.

Leaning against the counter, half-turned away, drinking from a glass of water.

Of course.

You smiled, something light and automatic, as you made your way toward him.

“Hey.” you greeted softly, leaning against the counter opposite him. “What’s up?”

He raised a brow, like the question was… unnecessary. “Drinking water.”

You laughed, soft and genuine. “I can see that.”

You liked talking to him.

Even when he didn’t give you much in return.

You tilted your head again, studying him. “How long were you out here?”

He took another sip of water before answering. “A while.”

That could mean anything with him. Minutes. Hours. He was the kind of person who could sit in silence forever and never get bored.

You tapped your fingers against your arm. “And Niragi?”

“Gone.”

You weren’t surprised.

“Did you see where he went?”

“No.”

You hummed softly. “He’ll come back.”

Chishiya gave you a look. Not skeptical. Just… observing. Like he was mentally calculating what that meant. What you meant by saying it so easily, like you already knew how Niragi worked.

Maybe you did.

“Did you guys fight?” Chishiya asked.

“No.” you said simply. “Just talked.”

His head tilted slightly. “He doesn’t talk.”

“He did this time.”

“I see.” he murmured, setting his glass down on the counter with a soft clink.

And you knew what he was thinking. That Niragi didn’t just talk to people. Not like that. Not unless there was something to gain.

Which meant he’d given you something.

Something real.

And Chishiya, being who he was, was filing that information away, quietly deciding what to make of it.

You could see the gears turning in his head, that five steps ahead mentality working overtime.

You smiled again, soft and warm, like you weren’t completely aware of the mental chess game he was already playing.

“I’m making tea.” you said suddenly, pushing off the counter. “Want some?”

“Sure.”

You glanced at him as you set the kettle on the stove, your voice light, casual. “How do you take your tea?”

A slow blink. “I don’t care.”

You hummed softly. “That’s not an answer.”

“It is, though.”

“No preference at all?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Not really.”

“Hm. That tells me something.”

A flicker of interest crossed his face. “Does it?”

You smiled, not answering immediately.

Yes.

It told you a lot.

People’s preferences—or lack of them—weren’t meaningless. The things they didn’t care about said just as much as the things they did.

And Chishiya? He was indifferent to the details. Tea, food, small comforts—all optional.

That kind of detachment didn’t come from nowhere.

But you weren’t going to say that.

Not yet.

Instead, you turned slightly, resting your hand on the counter. “You like sweets?”

A pause.

Then, with a small shrug: “I don’t dislike them.”

You smiled. Progress.

“Sweet tea, then.” you decided, adding a bit of honey into one of the cups. “Not too much, though.”

Chishiya watched you, gaze steady.

“You do this a lot.” he said, voice calm.

You tilted your head. “Do what?”

“The way you ask things.”

You feigned innocence. “Asking things is normal.”

“Yes,” he said “but you ask them well.”

You laughed softly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t react. “It’s not a compliment.”

“Sure sounds like one.”

A slow blink. “You’re good at getting people to talk.”

You smiled, warm and knowing. “Only if they want to.”

A small pause.

Then, quietly: “That’s not true.”

You met his gaze, something sweet dancing behind your eyes.

Chishiya was smart—too smart.

You had no illusions that he’d figured you out at least a little. He knew you weren’t just making small talk.

He knew you were digging.

And he let you.

Not completely, not easily, but he let you all the same.

You turned back to the tea, pouring the hot water over the leaves, letting them steep.

“What about coffee?” you asked, keeping the conversation moving. “You drink it?”

“Yes.”

You raised a brow. “Black?”

“You already knew that.”

You laughed softly. “I had a hunch.”

Of course he drank it black. No sugar. No milk. Nothing unnecessary.

You leaned on the counter, watching him. “You drink a lot of it?”

“When it’s available.”

That was telling, too. It wasn’t about enjoyment. He drank it when it was useful.

“Hm.” You handed him his cup, watching the way he took it. You took a sip of your own, letting the warmth settle in your hands.

He took a slow sip, then met your gaze. “Satisfied?”

You smiled, teasing. “Almost.”

You were good at this. And he knew it.

“So,” you mused, fingers wrapped around your cup. “what’s the worst tea you’ve ever had?”

Chishiya blinked, staring at you like he was trying to determine if that was a serious question. “…Worst tea?”

“Mhm.” You took a slow sip, tilting your head at him. “You ever had, like, an awful cup?”

“That’s a ridiculous question.”

“No, it’s a great question.” you corrected playfully. “It tells me things.”

“Does it?”

“Everything does.” you said simply.

“Hospital tea.” he said, resting his cup down on the table. “It tastes like—” He paused, considering his words, then settled on:“Nothing. Warm water.”

You hummed, nodding. “Yeah. I’ve heard that.”

It was an easy detail to overlook, but you didn’t.

Hospital tea. Not just bad tea—hospital tea. A place he’d been enough to remember something as mundane as the taste.

Interesting.

But before you could press further, a voice interrupted—loud, grumbling, and unapologetically irritated.

“Are you two fucking serious?”

You turned to see Niragi dragging himself into the kitchen from the hallway, rubbing his ear with one hand. His face was set in a scowl, hair a mess.

“Good morning to you too.” you greeted, unfazed.

He scoffed. “The fuck is with all the talking?”

“You live with us.” you reminded him, taking a sip of your tea. “What else did you expect?”

He stretched his arms, letting out an exaggerated groan. “I dunno. Chishiya jerking off loud or something.”

Chishiya, still as unbothered as ever, didn’t even blink.

“Mm.” he said flatly, taking a sip of his tea. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Niragi’s smirk dropped. “The fuck?”

You went back to sipping your tea, smiling into the rim of the cup, because you didn’t want to laugh.

Niragi liked to complain, liked to throw shit your way—but at the end of the day, he still stood here, listening.

Just like Chishiya, really.

They could pretend to be uninterested all they wanted, but you knew better.

You turned to Niragi, still leaning against the counter, arms crossed as he stared at you.

“Did you sleep?” you asked, voice as soft and calm as ever.

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Would I be this fucking grumpy if I did?”

“You’re always grumpy.” you teased lightly. “So it’s hard to tell.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tch. Cute.”

You were cute, actually. Too damn cute for someone living in a world like this. Too soft.

You smiled anyway. “I could make you something to help. Something warm, maybe?”

He frowned, shifting his weight. “What, like milk?”

“If you want, and, y’know, find a cow somewhere for me.” you said, setting your cup down. “Or tea. There’s a lot of things that can help.”

He stared. Not like before, not like when he was testing you, picking at you to see how much you could take. No, this stare was different. Hesitant. Uncertain, like he didn’t know if he should let you do something so… normal for him.

Chishiya noticed. He also noticed how Niragi wasn’t snapping at you like he usually did.

At first, Niragi had been fucking brutal. A complete asshole, like he got some kind of sick amusement out of getting under your skin.

But now?

Now he lingered. Now he listened. Now he let you talk to him like this, soft and sweet, like he wasn’t a walking disaster.

And that was interesting.

Chishiya had seen Niragi’s type before. He’d known a lot of angry men who lashed out first, thought later. But none of them ever had someone as persistent as you in their life.

He sipped his tea, watching, waiting.

Niragi, on the other hand, was completely unaware of Chishiya’s silent observations, too busy trying to ignore whatever the hell was going on inside his own head.

Because why the fuck were you still being nice to him?

Why the fuck was it working?

It wasn’t just that you were sweet—it was the way you spoke, the way you looked at him like he wasn’t some rabid dog that needed to be put down.

That was the problem.

Because Niragi was used to that. He was used to people looking at him with disgust, fear, hate. That was normal. That made sense.

But this? You, standing there, offering him warm fucking milk and asking if he slept like he was a normal fucking person? That didn’t make sense.

And yet…he didn’t tell you to fuck off.

Didn’t roll his eyes and storm out.

He just… stayed.

And fuck, that was dangerous. Because the longer he let this happen, the harder it was to pretend it didn’t feel good. You felt good.

And that was so fucked up.

Because you weren’t just soft—you were hot.

It wasn’t just the way you looked, though fuck, you were something to look at. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you made people want to be near you.

Niragi wasn’t blind. He knew exactly why people gravitated towards you, why you were the kind of person that people wanted to take care of, who took care of the people, even when they didn’t deserve it.

And that was the thing.

He didn’t deserve it.

But fuck if he didn’t want it anyway.

Chishiya, of course, was much more subtle about his thoughts.

He wasn’t about to be like Niragi was, but he wasn’t blind either.

You were attractive. That much was obvious. But more than that, you were interesting. You had a way of breaking past things, getting people to open up without even realizing it.

It was… impressive.

So yes, both of them knew you were hot.

But only one of them was really struggling with it.

And Niragi hated that.

You tilted your head, watching him, waiting for some kind of answer.

“Well?” you asked, tone still warm, patient.

Niragi scoffed, looking away like he didn’t care, but you caught how his fingers twitched against his arm, how his weight shifted ever so slightly.

“Yeah, whatever.” he muttered.

“Okay!” you chirped, turning to grab another mug. “I’ll make you something nice.”

Chishiya sipped his tea, completely unfazed. “I feel like I should warn you that he bites.”

“Oh, I know.” you laughed, filling the kettle. “But he’s still cute.”

Cute.

Niragi almost choked.

“The fuck?” he snapped, glaring at you like you just insulted his entire existence. “You’re messing with me.”

“No.” you answered simply. “You’re cute. You can deal with it.”

Niragi grumbled something incoherent, but didn’t argue further.

Chishiya noticed.

You moved around the kitchen, pulling out honey, completely unbothered by the way Niragi was staring at you like you just shattered his reality.

And it was fascinating.

Chishiya had seen people try to handle Niragi before. They either fought back or avoided him entirely, knowing he wasn’t worth the effort.

But you? You didn’t do either. You acknowledged him, treated him like he was just… there. Like he wasn’t something to fear or push away.

You placed the mug in front of Niragi, smiling as you slid into the seat next to him.

“There.” you said. “All warm and sweet.”

Niragi stared at it.

Then at you.

Then back at the fucking tea.

He looked at Chishiya. “Did she drug it?”

Chishiya barely blinked. “If she did, you deserve it.”

You giggled.

And fuck, Niragi hated that it sounded so good.

Still, he lifted the cup, watching you over the rim as he took a sip.

…It was good.

Annoyingly good.

You propped your chin in your hand, watching him expectantly. “Well?”

He shrugged, acting disinterested. “It’s fine.”

Liar.

“That’s good.” you mused, before turning your gaze to Chishiya. “And you?” you asked, tilting your head. “How’s your tea?”

Chishiya blinked, mildly surprised you even asked. Most people didn’t.

“It’s tea.” he said plainly.

You pouted. “That’s not an answer.”

Chishiya raised a brow, but after a brief pause, he sighed, setting his cup down.

“It’s fine.” he said. “Good, actually.”

You beamed again.

And fuck, that did something too.

Because when was the last time someone smiled at him like that?

Like they were genuinely happy he was there?

Chishiya was observant. He could read people well. And he knew you weren’t faking it.

You genuinely liked them.

And neither of them knew what the fuck to do with that.

Niragi hated it.

Chishiya studied it.

~

The kitchen was quiet. Too quiet.

You leaned against the counter, the dim moonlight casting soft shadows across the room. The apartment felt empty at this hour, and you hated it. The silence pressed against you, heavy and unwelcome.

You didn’t like being alone.

It was strange, really—how easily you had latched onto the boys. They weren’t the type of people anyone would naturally gravitate toward, especially not someone like you.

Someone soft.

Someone who cared too much.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? You always cared too much. Even when it didn’t make sense. Even when it wasn’t deserved.

Because that was just who you were.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, thinking back to the past few days. You had been cooking for them, taking care of them, giving and giving—and what had you gotten in return?

Niragi was an asshole.

Chishiya was distant.

They weren’t gentle with you, they didn’t go out of their way to return your kindness, and yet, you still liked them.

You liked the way Niragi, despite all his mean words, had started lingering around you more. The way he let you touch him, even when he pretended to hate it. The way he had listened to you earlier this day, actually drank the tea you made him, instead of throwing it across the room just to piss you off. You liked the way Chishiya, no matter how detached he seemed, was still here. The way he let you talk to him, let you pick at his mind without shutting you out completely. The way he noticed things about you, even if he didn’t say much about it.

It wasn’t affection.

Not yet.

But it was something.

And you were used to getting nothing.

Maybe that’s why you clung to them so much. Maybe that’s why their company meant more to you than it should.

Because at the end of the day, you weren’t just scared of being alone in a room.

You were scared of being alone, period.

And at least with them, there was something to hold onto.

You let out a slow breath, shaking off the thoughts pressing against your ribs. Enough of that. You were tired. It was late.

Pushing away from the counter, you made your way through the quiet apartment, your footsteps light against the floor. Everything was still, untouched—Niragi had long since disappeared into his room, and Chishiya had gone off somewhere, probably lost in his own little world.

It was just you now.

When you reached your door, you hesitated for only a second before stepping inside. The room was dim, familiar. Safe.

You shut the door behind you.

Then, without another thought, you climbed into bed, the blankets cool against your skin as you settled in.

The silence wasn’t so bad when you closed your eyes.

And for now, that would have to be enough.

~

The morning air was sweet, and the apartment was quiet except for the soft sounds of you cooking. The scent of sizzling food filled the kitchen as you worked, humming faintly under your breath. You had woken up early—earlier than either of them, as usual—because, well, you always did. It wasn’t a conscious decision anymore. It was just how things were. You woke up, you made food, you kept going.

You didn’t expect Niragi to be up yet, so when you heard the sound of footsteps dragging into the living room, you didn’t turn at first. Not until you felt his presence settle next to you, just close enough that you could sense the weight of his gaze on your hands.

You glanced up, offering him a small smile. “Morning.”

Niragi didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, watching you. He looked rough—hair a mess, face groggy.

“The fuck are you so happy about?” His voice was raspy with sleep.

You huffed a soft laugh, turning back to the stove. “Good morning to you too.”

Niragi snorted, leaning his weight onto the counter. “Tch. It’s too early for your sunshine bullshit.”

You just shook your head, stirring the food in the pan. “Well, I’m making you breakfast, so maybe I have a reason to be happy.”

Niragi scoffed, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to the food, lingering. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t put any of that girly-ass spice shit in mine.”

“My ‘girly-ass spice shit’ makes everything taste better, and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t need my food tasting like a fucking flower shop.”

You let out a small laugh. “Fine, fine. No flower shop for you.” You adjusted the heat on the stove, then cast him another glance. “Sleep well?”

Niragi gave you a look like you were the dumbest person on earth. “No.”

You bit back a smile. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I got woken up by a certain someone talking all night.”

You tilted your head. “Me?”

“No, the fucking neighbors—yes, you.”

“I wasn’t talking all night.”

“Maybe not all night, but long enough to be annoying.”

“Mm.” You hummed, tapping the spatula against the pan. “Guess I should be quieter next time, then.”

Niragi raised a brow, looking you up and down. Then he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowering slightly. “Or you could just shut the fuck up entirely.”

You blinked at him. Then smiled sweetly. “Nah, I don’t think I’ll do that.”

Niragi exhaled sharply, straightening up again, muttering something under his breath about how annoying you were.

You just kept cooking.

He was always an asshole, sure. But he was standing here, wasn’t he? Watching you cook, waiting for food.

That was enough.

“You gonna tell me why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to sneak out the other night?”

You froze for half a second, but recovered quickly, setting the pan back on the stove. You hadn’t been expecting him to bring it up now, not when he seemed relatively relaxed. But of course, it had been coming. He wasn’t the type to just let things go.

“I just went to a game.” you said simply, keeping your tone even.

He scoffed, shifting his weight. “Yeah, no shit. I meant, why the fuck did you go alone?”

You took a slow breath, then turned to face him properly, leaning back against the counter. His expression was weird—something between irritation and something… else. Something heavier. His jaw was set, his eyes locked on you, unblinking.

You shrugged lightly. “You said you’d go with me next time.”

“Exactly.” Niragi snapped. “So why didn’t you fucking wait?”

You hesitated, watching him carefully. He was pissed, that much was obvious, but there was something underneath it. Something tense, something that made his fingers twitch slightly against his arm.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” you admitted. “What if it was a hard game? You’re still—”

“Oh, fuck off with that.” He rolled his eyes. “You think I can’t handle a fucking game?”

“That’s not what I meant.” You frowned, keeping your voice gentle. “You’re still healing.”

“I don’t need you fucking babying me.” His lip curled, something mean sparking in his eyes. “I’m not some weak little—”

“I know you’re not weak, Niragi.” You cut him off before he could get worked up. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what the fuck is?”

You exhaled slowly. “I just didn’t want to risk anything happening to you.”

He stared at you. Hard. Like he was trying to find a lie in your words, some hidden meaning that made more sense to him. But there was nothing else. You meant what you said.

His fingers twitched again, a slight shift of his shoulders. Then, finally, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” he muttered.

You smiled faintly. “I’ve been told.”

He didn’t smile back. Didn’t say anything for a long moment, just watched you like he still wasn’t sure what to do with you. Then, finally, he turned away, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever. Just don’t fucking do it again.”

You didn’t promise anything. You just turned back to the stove, quietly plating the food. You set the plate down in front of him. “Here you go.” you murmured.

He scoffed, but you caught the way his fingers twitched around the fork before he even picked it up. Like he had to stop himself from saying something, from reacting too much.

Just then, Chishiya came into the kitchen, too.

“Morning.” you greeted him, just as sweetly. You nodded toward the table. “Sit down, your food’s already done.”

Chishiya didn’t argue. He slipped into the seat across from Niragi, wordless as always, but there was something in the way he listened. The way he always listened. Even when he didn’t respond, he never really ignored you. Not anymore.

You leaned against the counter, watching them eat. It was easy, peaceful. Almost like you were a normal group of people, instead of three survivors.

“I think I’ll go for a walk later.” You mumbled.

Niragi stopped mid-bite, eyes flickering up to you with instant irritation. “You’re fucking kidding, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” he said, voice laced with mockery. “Maybe because last time you went outside, they fucking shot at you?”

“They shot at you.” you corrected lightly.

Chishiya, still chewing, finally spoke. “They shot at all three of us.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Well, I’ll be careful. I just want some fresh air, maybe find a few things we need.”

Niragi scoffed. “Yeah, well, if you’re stupid enough to go, I need more bullets.”

It took you half a second to realize what he meant. He wasn’t letting you go alone. He was making an excuse.

You almost smiled.

Chishiya, still eerily calm, pushed his empty plate aside. “I’ll come too.”

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(Y/N is literally that “A boy would be the son of France” TikTok trend but it’s “The sane and easy-to-communicate-with people will be everyone’s favorite, but two ruined insufferable psychopathic wildcards, shall be mine<3”)

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baby boy hughes (1) | beaquinn

saturday, july 13, 2024 12:17 A.M.

“If you had a baby right now, what would you name it?” Bea asks.

Quinn snuffles out a little laugh. “‘It,’” he repeats. He blinks his eyes open, looking at Bea the way he does only in bed together, late at night or early in the morning. It’s the most special look ever and no one has seen it– not Honey, not Quinn’s brothers, not anyone. Bea kind of wants to shout out from the rooftops that Quinn likes to look at her like she’s an angel, but it sounds crazy and she doesn’t really want to share it. She wants his fond little regard to stay special.

“Sorry,” Bea apologizes. “Not ‘it.’”

Quinn smiles. “It’s okay, baby. I know what you meant. I’m just teasing.”

Bea pats his chest and he catches her hand, holding her wrist so her palm is pressed against his skin, fingers splayed over his heart. 

“If I had a baby boy right now, I’d name him after Luke,” Quinn says. “We have a system– I name my son after Luke, Luke names his after Jack, and Jack names his after me. Then the other brother will be the godfather. So Jack would be the godfather of my son, and I would be the godfather for Luke’s, and Luke would be Jack’s son’s godfather.”

“Sounds like you guys have thought this out,” Bea says. 

“We had to,” Quinn says. “I want to name my son after my brothers, but if Jack was my son’s middle name, Jack would throw a tantrum. He always wants to be the number one pick. Going first in the draft really sent his ego through the roof.”

“But you would rather use Luke as a first name,” Bea says.

“Yeah,” Quinn agrees. “Luke is really special to me. I love them both, but Luke looks up to me a lot and always has. Sometimes I feel like I can’t fulfill his expectations of me. Sometimes I feel like I don’t treat him as well as I should. Ever since I was a kid, I was trying to be the best role model for Luke. He was like my first kid, in a way. He wanted to be just like me, the same way I wanted to be just like Dad.”

saturday, march 1, 2031 10:42 P.M.

“Is he here yet?” Quinn asks frantically, dropping the two duffelbags in his hands on the chair in the corner of the hospital room. “Did I miss it?”

“Do you see a baby in this room?” Bea snaps. “Seventeen hours later and this gremlin won’t get out of me.” She directs her cutting tone towards her stomach. “Get out! Get out!” 

“Sweet Bea, don’t yell at the baby,” Quinn chides softly, grabbing the water from Bea’s bedside table and bringing the straw to her lips. “You don’t want to get off on the wrong foot.”

Bea takes a sip of the water, then raises her hands to tuck a few strands of hair back into her braided pigtails. “I am going to lord this behavior over my child’s head for as long as I want,” Bea replies, tone grave. “He is taking his time, so much so that I have not eaten in twelve hours, because that’s how long I’ve been in active labor. Our doctor said that he would probably be here around seven and you managed to play an entire hockey game in the time since seven.” She tilts her head towards Quinn’s and glares menacingly. “I want him out.”

Quinn leans forward and plants a kiss on her lips. “I can’t take him out for you, babe. He’ll come when he comes. Do you want to try walking around a bit, see if you can loosen up?”

Bea narrows her eyes. “Conveniently, I already did that. I spent the entire second intermission and third period pacing around this room and all I got out of it was one lousy centimeter.”

“Okay, Crab-Bea,” Quinn says with a chuckle. His use of the nickname is warranted. Bea is being crabby. Seventeen hours of labor will do that to you. “Do you want some good news?”

“I’m dying for some.”

“Jack and Luke got special permission to fly out a day early and Mom and Dad are already on the way too,” Quinn says, kissing Bea’s cheek. “So you get to see Luke’s reaction in person.”

“If the baby even comes by then,” Bea grumbles. “You never know, he might still be in there by the time the ‘Hughes Bowl’ is over.” Her voice adopts a mocking tone when she quotes the media-given name to the Canucks/Devils game, eyes rolling. She really loves the Hughes Bowl, but not when there’s a baby stubbornly camping out in her uterus.

“He’ll be here by then,” Quinn assures her. “I bet he’ll be here by midnight. Now, scoot forward. Let me give you a back massage. It’s the least I can do.”

Bea scoots forward as best she can, providing Quinn enough room to climb onto the bed and situate Bea between his thighs. “The least you can do is right,” Bea agrees. “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

Quinn laughs. His hands fit over Bea’s shoulders and his thumbs dig into the tense space at the top of her spine. He massages the area and Bea feels herself relax immediately. The skin on her neck rises when Quinn fits his lips next to her earlobe and reminds her, “You were there too. I seem to remember you begging for your husband to fill you up.”

sunday, march 2, 2031 2:15 P.M.

A knock sounds at the door. Quinn peeks his head in the room, finding Bea on the bed with their little boy on her chest. “Are you ready for some guests?” he asks, grinning at Bea. 

She’s in a much better mood than she was last night, having finally birthed their first child and gotten some food  in her system. Little Luke is fed, changed, and is having a nap on her chest. One of his hands is balled up in the spaghetti strap of Bea’s tank top, holding her close. He’s been cuddling with Bea for over an hour and a half now, so he should be waking up any minute. Bea nods, biting her bottom lip and beaming at Quinn, trying not to jostle the baby too much.

Quinn retreats from the doorway and pushes the door open, letting his family walk in ahead of him. Ellen is first, eyes already teary, and she presses a hand to her mouth when she sees Bea with the baby on her chest. The hormones catch up with Bea and she tears up too, her lower lip pouting slightly even as she smiles.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ellen murmurs, coming to Bea’s bedside and touching her hairline daintily, brushing a kiss on her forehead. “You did it.”

Not for the first time in this whole process, Bea wishes her mom was here. Her entire family is trying to plan a trip out to Vancouver over the next few months, staggering their arrivals so that Bea always has someone helping her with the baby until Quinn’s season ends, but she would love it if her mom was able to be here right now. They’d called the McLeans earlier to introduce little Luke to his Mimi and Poppop, but it wasn’t the same. Having Ellen’s presence isn’t the same either, but it’s just as comforting– Bea has always been accepted as one of the Hugheses, even before she and Quinn were officially together.

“It took him long enough,” Bea jokes, both laughing and welling up further at the same time. God, the post-partum rollercoaster of emotions is no joke. “It was eighteen hours of labor before I reached ten centimeters.”

“The first one is always the hardest,” Ellen tells Bea, cradling her face in both hands and kissing her forehead again before her attention turns to the tiny little human nestled against Bea’s skin. Ellen’s smile softens and her head tilts. “Oh, Bea, he’s beautiful.”

“Do you want to hold him?” Bea asks, already bringing her hand to the back of little Luke’s head and gently changing his position so that she can hand him off. She has to pry his fingers off of her shirt, which unsettles the boy and makes him twitch, although he stays asleep. 

“You gotta wash your hands first,” Quinn interjects, tugging his mom away and guiding her towards the sink in the room. 

Jim claps Bea’s shoulder and squeezes. “Good job, Bea. We’re so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Jim,” Bea replies. She tilts Luke’s body so that Jim can look down at him. “I thought you’d walk in here with a stick or something.”

Jim lets out a little chuckle, speaking under his breath like he’s sharing a secret with Bea. “Between you and me, it’s in the back of the car. You’ve got the number one pick of the 2049 draft in your hands there.” He winks and heads to the chair in the corner of the room, making himself comfortable and lacing his hands over his stomach.

Jack sits at the foot of Bea’s bed. “I brought the little guy a present,” he says, holding up a small gift bag. “Go ahead and open it.” He balances the gift bag precariously on Bea’s knees, his eyes darting to Ellen as she comes back to Bea’s side and carefully takes the baby in her arms, cooing and shushing him gently as he reacts to the transition and lets out a short wail.

Bea reaches for the present and pulls at the wrapping inside. A tiny black beanie falls on her lap when she pulls the tissue from the bag and Bea has a feeling she’s going to start laughing as soon as she turns it over. Her eyes go to Quinn as she picks up the beanie and flips it in her palm. She looks down and finds the Devils logo branded on the cuff of the article and releases a honk of laughter. 

“We thought he could wear it to the game tomorrow,” Luke adds with a crooked grin, standing at the end of Bea’s bed and patting her shin over the covers. “Show his support for the winning team, right?”

Bea holds up the beanie for Quinn to see and continues giggling as his face morphs into an angry frown. “Absolutely not,” Quinn says. “He’s already got gear for the ‘winning team.’ Boes got him a Canucks onesie that looks like Fin.”

“Yeah, and I don’t know if we’re going to the game,” Bea says. “I’m probably going to have to stay home with him. He’s less than a day old, Jack.”

“What’s his name?” Jim asks, tapping at his phone. His reading glasses are balanced precariously on the tip of his nose. “I want to add his birthday to my calendar.”

Bea and Quinn share a look. Bea presses her lips together and raises an eyebrow quickly, signaling for Quinn to go ahead.

“His name is Luke,” Quinn reveals, his face glowing with pride. “Luke Charles Hughes.”

Bea almost starts crying again when Uncle Luke’s eyebrows knit together and he whips his head from Bea to Quinn, then back to Bea. He looks at the baby in his mother’s arms, then back to Quinn. “What?” he asks. “Are you serious?”

Ellen clicks her tongue, her face crumpling a bit at the reveal. She touches baby Luke’s face, then wipes her thumb beneath her eyes. 

“We had a deal,” Quinn says with a laugh. 

Luke takes about two strides across the room and crashes into his oldest brother, wrapping him in a hug. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it, are you kidding? He’s actually named Luke?” Luke releases Quinn and makes his way to Bea, his arms surrounding her tightly and robbing her of some of her breath.

“Yes, actually,” Bea says when he pulls away. “Luke, after you, and Charles, after Honey.”

“That’s awesome, guys,” Jack says. He pinches the soft spot under Bea’s knee between his thumb and forefinger. “Really. That’s so great.”

Luke touches Bea’s arm. “I can hold him, right?”

Bea laughs. “Yeah, bud, you can hold him,” she tells Luke. “He’s going to look so tiny when you do, I want a picture.”

Quinn pulls Luke to the sink before he can reach Ellen, who has stood and is now bouncing the baby slightly. When she turns to look out the window in the room, Bea can see baby Luke’s squinty eyes blinking open and peering out at the room around him, only the top half of his head visible since he’s mostly resting on Ellen’s shoulder and unable to hold his head up on his own, being only 14 hours old.

Luke is gentle when he takes his nephew and cradles him in his palms for the first time. “He’s so little,” Luke marvels. 

“Seven pounds, ten ounces,” Quinn brags. “21 inches tall.”

“We gotta get this guy bulking,” Jack jokes with a big grin, standing up and looking at the boy in Luke’s arms. He touches baby Luke’s little foot through the onesie, gently moving the appendage back and forth and whispering a quiet, “Hi, Little Lukey.”

Quinn grins next to his brothers, hand on Luke’s shoulder and smiling down at his first son. 

Bea’s careful to stay quiet as she reaches for her phone– so she doesn’t break the moment– and snaps a picture of the brothers together, all of their attentions rapt on the newest member of their family.

[joaosnovia]

Hi! I'm going crazy after that Juventus vs. PSV match. Could you write something where the reader comforts Yildiz after this terrible game? He gave his all, even though he was put in during the final minutes, and his teammates seemed a bit slow.

❦ - in your arms, always.

summary:: kenan is frustrated after juventus’ tough loss against psv, feeling like he didn’t do enough despite giving his all in the final minutes. you’re there to comfort him, reminding him of his worth beyond a single match and offering the quiet support he needs. sometimes, being held is all it takes to ease the weight of disappointment.

warnings:: not really but it’s a bit angsty / comfort & mentions of self doubt.

writers note:: i saw this and instantly started writing loooord i love ts, anyways that’s so real bc i accidentally caught my reaction on camera and i was deadass going insane, anyways enjoy this fic as always!

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added

the locker room was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums and made your chest feel heavy. even through the walls, the muffled cheers of the psv fans outside the stadium stung. juventus had lost.

you stood outside the players’ tunnel, waiting. you had seen it all, how kenan was put in late, how he tried, sprinted, fought, but his teammates felt a step behind. and now, after all that effort, defeat still clung to the air like a storm cloud.

the moment he stepped out, your heart ached. his head was down, damp hair falling over his forehead, shoulders slumped under the weight of frustration. he hadn’t even taken off his jersey yet, the fabric still clinging to him from sweat and exhaustion.

‘kenan.’ your voice was soft, but it was enough to make him look up. his eyes, usually filled with that spark of determination, were dull.

he let out a heavy sigh, raking a hand through his curls before walking over to you. ‘that was terrible,’ he muttered. ‘i barely got any minutes, and even when i did… it felt like no one was on the same page.’

you reached for his hand, fingers wrapping around his, grounding him. ‘you did everything you could.’

his jaw clenched, and he pulled you into a quiet corner of the hallway, away from the noise of staff and players moving past. his grip tightened slightly, frustration evident in every part of him. ‘but it wasn't enough,’ he murmured. ‘i wanted to change the game. i wanted to..’ he exhaled sharply. ‘i should’ve done more.’

‘kenan,’ you whispered, reaching up to brush the damp strands of hair away from his forehead. ‘you barely got time to make an impact. and still, you played with your heart, you tried. i saw it. everyone watching saw it.’

his eyes met yours, searching, like he was trying to believe your words but struggling to let go of his own self-criticism. ‘it just.. it hurts,’ he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. ‘i hate feeling like this. like no matter what i do, it's not enough.’

you cupped his face gently, thumbs tracing slow circles against his skin. ‘you are enough,’ you said firmly. ‘one match doesn't change that. one loss doesn't erase all the talent, all the passion you bring to the game.’

he leaned into your touch, eyes slipping shut for a moment as if he was letting himself believe you, letting your warmth seep into the cracks frustration had left behind.

‘i just…’ he sighed again, but this time, his shoulders relaxed slightly. ‘i need to get better. i need to work harder.’

‘you will,’ you assured him. ‘but not tonight. tonight, you need to breathe. to rest. to let go, just a little.’

a small, exhausted chuckle left his lips as he shook his head. ‘you always know what to say, don't you?’

‘that’s because i know you,’ you said, squeezing his hand. ‘and i know that no matter what, you'll come back stronger. you always do.’

he exhaled, and then, without warning, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his embrace was tight, desperate, like he needed you to hold him together. you wrapped your arms around him just as firmly, fingers tracing soothing patterns along his back.

‘i'm proud of you,’ you whispered into his shoulder. ‘not just for what you did tonight, but for the player, and person, you are.’

kenan didn’t say anything for a while. he just held you, grounding himself in your presence, letting the frustration slowly melt away. when he finally pulled back, there was still disappointment in his eyes, but there was something softer there too, something like hope.

‘come on,’ you said with a small smile. ‘let’s go home.’

and for the first time that night, he nodded without hesitation, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked away from the echoes of the match, into the quiet comfort of each other.

[loverboysturn]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ the cheer team have an announcement that neither popular!chris or cinderella!reader saw coming !

read this blurb before the below so everything makes sense :) you can find all other writings for this au here.

a/n: buckle in eeekkkk. it’s the big one!

it was a normal monday afternoon, which was being spent with your best friend at the library, your heads buried in your text books, studying for a test you had coming up, followed by the late closing shift tonight at the diner. you always took the time out to study before work, seeing it as some calm before the chaos.

the quiet hum of the library was suddenly interrupted by the crackle of the loudspeakers overhead of you. your focus on the paragraph you were reading broken when the voice of one of the cheerleaders comes over the speaker, as bubbly and as loud as ever.

“ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS, THIS IS YOUR CHEER TEAM! WE ARE CALLING ON EVERYONE TO COME JOIN US IN THE GYMNASIUM RIGHT NOW. COME GET IN THE SPIRIT FOR THE BIG FOOTBALL GAME THIS FRIDAY!”

you exchange a look with your best friend, raising an eyebrow but before you could say anything, she lets out a dramatic sigh and rolls her eyes, “we aren’t actually going to go, are we?”

“looks like we are,” you mutter, studying the room around you to see most people were gathering their stuff and making their way to the gym. you stand up, tossing your history book in your bag and grab your best friends hand, pulling her to her feet. “come on, whatever nonsense it is, we can just laugh about later.”

the gymnasium was packed when you arrived, buzzing with energy. excited students were chatting amongst themselves, all speculating the reason for the cheer team’s mysterious assembly. you manoeuvre your way through the crowd, only stopping momentarily, when you see matt. he wanted to talk to your best friend, of course, but chris was there too so you kept your head down and continued forward.

eventually, you found a spot together in the back. your eyes scanned the room, finding the front, where the cheerleaders were all gathered, led by the head cheerleader stood front and center, making it all about her, as always. her mischievous grin catching your attention, but you don’t linger on her for too long when you catch sight of chris again. even from a distance, you can’t help but notice how heavy his presence is in the room, the way everyone’s eyes seem to be on him.

the room gradually quieted down as the head cheerleader stepped forward, an aura of confidence radiating from her. “alright, alright, everyone!” her voice rang through the gym, sending a wave of excitement through the crowd. “we know why you’re here. you’re here to get hyped for friday night’s big game!”

the crowd erupted into cheers making the football team become overly excitable at the attention, some fellow students surrounding them started to slap chris on the back as he smiled awkwardly.

her grin stretched wider as her eyes scanned the crowd. “but that’s not all we’ve got for you today,” her voice was full of mischief, “we’ve got something that’s going to shake you all up, get the adrenaline in here pumping.”

“so now,” she raised her voice, dramatically drawing out the suspense. “i know all of you,” she said, looking around the room. “just like myself, are huge fans of our amazing football captain, chris.” she gestured towards him, and the cheerleaders beside her held up signs that read “CHEER!” prompting the crowd to cheer in response.

“as we have all seen for ourselves,” she continues, “he’s been playing exceptionally well these last few months. but… do we know the reason why?”

the cheerleaders either side of her, swapping round the signs they were holding, the words WHY written in big red letters, prompting the room to shout it back in unison, which they did.

“because our very special golden boy…” her eyes gleaming, an evil smile tugging at her lips. “has fallen in love.”

you freeze, your blood running cold as the cheerleaders held up new signs saying “AWW” which makes the room around you erupt again, copying the words on them, your eyes flicker over to your best friend but hers are already met with yours. she leaned in close, whispering to you with a tone of urgency, “what the fuck.”

before you could respond, the cheerleader’s voice broke through the noise of the excited audience in front of her. “and i bet you’re all wondering..” she trailed off, grin widening as she took in every second. “who’s his lucky mystery girl? the one behind those late night love confessions? the one fuelling our football captain to play like the star he is.”

a wave of anxiety crashes over you instantly, every eye in the room switching between the cheerleader and chris, but the atmosphere is thick with tension. the crowd had fallen into a silence as the cheerleader paced back and forth, a grin still apparent on her face.

“we’re not going to just tell you who she is,no, we’re going to make you all guess.” she says, before turning to chris. “so before we start, chris… any guesses?”

“stop this shit, now.” he growled, you could see that the tension between them was getting heavier by the second, “this isn’t fuckin’ funny.”

she was relentless, completely ignoring him. “first hint!” she smirked, a tone of excitement in her voice. “chris’s mystery lady likes to keep very much to herself.”

she pauses, letting the words hang in the air, her eyes scanning round the room watching everyone take her words in, some beginning to whisper guesses amongst each other.

“second hint,” she continues, smile still intact. “you have all seen her, always at a certain place when everyone else is off doing their own thing. sometimes you’ll see early in the morning, or maybe you might even see her late at night..” she adds.

as she speaks, you scan the gym, your heart racing with what is inevitably about to happen, when you make eye contact with nick, he’s standing with the photography club, watching the whole thing unfold, and the moment your eyes meet with his, he’s giving you a sympathetic look. he mouths something to you, and though you can’t hear him, you catch the words: “this has nothing to do with me.”

the cheerleader stops walking back and forth now, stopping in the middle, her line of vision now direct with you. “last and final hint,” she’s making eye contact with you, her voice dropping and there’s a dramatic pause before she speaks up, “she makes the best strawberry milkshake in town.”

the room falling silent for a second before realisation washes over like a wave.

all eyes are on you instantly and you can feel your best friend tugging your hand trying to pull you away and get you out of here. your heart is pounding in your chest. the whispers begin again, starting off quiet at first but they start growing louder by the second. the gym starts to like it’s closing on you as the weight of everyone’s gaze feels suffocating.

“now,” the cheerleader wasn’t done yet, taking full advantage of the silence of the room that had fallen back into a stunned silence, “let’s give it up for our very own diner girl” the crowd’s whispers growing louder and louder. “i hope you two live happily ever after.”

“cut the shit,” you hear matt yell, his voice low but sharp. he’s looking straight at her, “i knew you were mean but you’re crossing a fuckin’ line with this.”

you stand frozen, trying to keep your breathing steady, then your eyes meet with his.

chris.

for a split second, it feels like it’s just you and him. his expression is one of shock, quickly replaced by a silent realisation, as if he is asking himself, how had he not seen that it was you all along? the questions hang heavy in the air between you, he’s searching you for all the answers, ones you just can’t give to him right now.

it’s all too much and before your mind can catch up to your body, you’re running. you can’t think straight, and you don’t even know where you’re running to but all you know is that you need to get away from here, away from all the eyes, the attention and the whispers.

the gym doors swing open, and the cool air hits you in an instant, your heart is racing, reminding you that everything has changed now. you’re completely known to chris, you’re a secret that is no longer hidden, and the weight of that is crashing down on you with every step you take but you don’t stop running.

your best friend’s voice calls after you, but you can’t stop until you’re off campus and away from the humiliation of everything that had just happened.

as you round the corner, you hear a voice call your name again, but this time it’s not your best friend, it’s chris’s voice and his words hit you like punch to the gut.

“please don’t run from me again.”

your body hesitates, for a split second, as if you might turn around, but the fear of rejection takes over causing you to run faster. the realisation then hits you, you ran from him at the party when you found out who he was, and you’re running from him now, but you can’t stop.

you don’t stop, you can’t. not yet, not until you’ve figured out what to do next.