#For all the kind words and the patience and the love

[aninipanin1]

CUPID'S ARROW HIT

100 Followers Special!

Part 1, Part 2 Coming Soon

Cupid's arrow hit ISAGI YOICHI in a normal and supposed miscellaneous interaction. It was supposed to be another day in Blue Lock, one filled with training and the usual schedule, but unbeknownst to his past self, it will become an unforgettable day. A day where he saw you struggling, the schedule and pressure of being the manager of more than 200 players, all with differing personalities, playstyles, and characteristics, meaning, different approaches, perspective, and techniques. Yet, you were not phased. In fact, you seemed to enjoy it, as evident by the sparkle in your eyes that was vacant of any regrets or tiredness, especially when you interacted with the players, did chores and gave tips to them. It was like you loved the challenge and the fact that you can help him and the others. He confirmed this every time he sees the beautiful and genuine smile on your face when he and anyone else succeeds, a showing of happiness that others are succeeding because of you with no trace of even taking any credit even if you deserved it.

"You seem to enjoy the tons of work given to you, Y/n-chan."

"It isn't that I enjoy work. I enjoy it because I get to help the people whom I love."

"...Thanks. I- No, I meant...we love you too. As long as it continues, making you happy and not stressed.

Timeline: First Selection

Cupid's arrow hit BACHIRA MEGURU the moment you looked at him. It was not love at first sight, far from it. What he meant is when you first looked at him with your real eyes, with the real emotions and experience all embedded in your irises, the eyes without faux overpolitedness and professionalism. Instead, you allowed the eyes of an egoist, a dreamer, and a worker to finally take its place as you stood in front of him in that field as he did a solo practice. Your eyes, your expression, the way you quipped your mouth in thought, it all was like a beautiful story to him, a spectacle that should only be seen by those who would appreciate your hidden and true self. He always believed in the saying: "The eyes are the windows to the soul," and when he saw yours, never did he believe he will ever see a soul as beautiful and exhilirating as yours. It glowed, almost like it reflected the sun itself, full of hidden fire that you sadly cannot see yourself, which never fails to disappoint the blonde. If only you can see your own beauty, there would be many maybes that would be answered and fulfilled.

"So, you believe your ego can be achieved by helping us succeed?"

"Uhuh. I believe that someone like me is more fitting of being the mechanic than the engine."

"I like that! Did anyone ever tell you that you have the prettiest eyes ever, Y/n-chan?"

Timeline: First Selection

Cupid's arrow hit CHIGIRI HYOMA when he got a whole box to himself just for his knee care. It was not that you gave it to him because he did ask for it. However, he did remember the tone and words he used to ask you for one was not the most ideal or polite way to ask for a favour. He knew deep down that he had a not so desirable personality. He was sassy, sarcastic, and blunt to a fault, characteristics that led to a lot of people not really liking him in the past years. But, he was not a monster! He did feel really bad for how he said what he said, probably because he just woke up and did not have his breakfast at that time yet, but he knew it was no excuse. But, to his surprise, you did not seem to be offended. Quite the opposite, you were beaming the moment you gave him the box and excitedly showed him everything that was in the said box. Your patience and kindness made his heart beat up a little faster than usual.

"And then I added a few more cooling packs just in case...and um that's all!"

"You really outdid yourself, huh? Sorry, I was being a little rude when I asked you for this."

"Rude? You were..?"

"Pfft- hahahaha, you're the most clueless person I know when it comes to tones and emotions, Y/n-chan. That's why I think being with you is really calming and pleasant, you know? You rarely stress yourself over something, it's amazing."

Timeline: Second Selection (Still with Kunigami and Reo)

Cupid's arrow hit KUNIGAMI RENSUKE the moment he saw you happily and cutely eating and enjoying your lunch time. It was a rather tame and boring display if you asked any other person. But, in his eyes, it was quite adorably how your cheeks inflated to accommodate the food you kept inserting in your mouth. It showed him a much more vulnerable side to your usual professional and intellectual approach to your work around them and the facility. It also eases his chest up when he sees you rest and have time for yourself, he loves your help and is always thankful for it, but he also knew how important it is to have time for oneself to rest and rethink about everything. Besides, cozy and comfortable you is quite adorable in his eyes, especially when you are all small and swallowed up in your seat, mindlessly eating in a ball, hugging your legs.

"Never change, Y/n-chan."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Kunigami-san?"

"Heh, I meant, to not change your habits. Youre really cute this way, Y/n-chan."

"Hmm...I'll take that as a compliment I guess."

Timeline: First Selection

Cupid's arrow hit BAROU SHOEI the moment you offered to help him clean up the room, his teammates left behind (ahem Nagi and Chigiri ahem). It was not just because he deemed your cleaning skills worthy or impressive (it was one of the reasons, yes), but the main reason was definitely the calm look on your face as you picked up the dirty socks and scattered shoes around the room. Your face screamed the opposite of annoyance, an expression he expected but was proven wrong. Most don't really like the notion of cleaning up others' mess, but your patience and thoughtfulness definitely made him raise an eyebrow. After all, if he was in your position, having to take care of guys your age who could not even care for their own space, he would be ready to throw all their things at their faces. But, he was not you, and he was a little curious about what goes inside your mind for you to act the way you do.

"You're too patient. Let them clean the mess they made."

"It's nothing, Barou-san. Besides, I know you all are tired from training, this is the least I can do."

"Tsk, you're too kind. People are going to use that, you know?"

"Hmm, I'd let them be. Its their loss and conscience when they decide to use my goodwill. I'm the one who'll get the points for staying kind anyway."

"...Whatever." (He was secretly blown away by your answer, though)

Second Selection (4 man team with Isagi, Chigiri and Nagi)

Cupid's arrow hit NIKO IKKI when the barriers of the awkward stage finally let itself down between the two of you, creating moments where you two would talk for hours on end when it came to similar likes and dislikes. The moment you started to talk about his favourite mangas or praise all his favourite ice cream flavours, Niko was convinced you were his soulmate of sort. Cringy, most would say, but to him, it was more than natural, like it was meant to be. And just as he thought that you could not win his heart even more, you had the audacity to comment that you found his messy bangs and eyes adorable when you managed to get a peek of them? The eyes he was insecure about and thought too intense due to him listening and taking in the words from his bully from the past? Those eyes...?

"I have pretty eyes? Me...?"

"Yeah! Why do you sound unsure?"

"Well, because it's really ugl- nevermind...its nothing."

2 week break after the U-20 match

Cupid's arrow hit NAGI SEISHIRO in such a mundane yet intimate moment, a window in time where domesticity felt something akin that of a melancholic nostalgia as he looked at you, watching your cute and miniscule frustration at a simple game that you were currently playing on his switch. The current look of concentration mixed with frustration, a look that he had not seen on your face before, made the organ in his chest agitated. Why? Was it because of the beautiful contrast the lighting of the gadget gave to your face, making you look like a celestial being? Or maybe even the way you trusted him enough to lay your weight on his arm and shoulder as your full attention was on the game? He did not care. He thought it was too much of a hassle to even find the reason. After all, he liked the feeling, so the meaning was pretty much irrelevant, right?

"Nagi-san, how do you do this level?"

"..."

"Nagi-san?"

"...Huh? What did you say?"

2 week break after the U-20 Match

Cupid's arrow hit MIKAGE REO more and more every time he hears or sees your responsible and patient personality shine. Yes, you were indeed beautiful, but so were other girls, but with your mix of kindness, beauty, intelligence, and the ay you carried your responsibilities both professionally and emotionally was the reason why his head will turn your way again and again with no fail. Specifically, your kindness. It was a different type of kindness, one that he had never felt before due to how its roots are just your innocent desire to help everyone around you, with nothing in return. In this dog-eat-dog world, nothing is for free anymore. It is either you pay or return the favour, which was fair, but you, your presence, and gentleness were unconditional which was a breath of fresh air, especially towards someone like him who was used to conditionings.

"Y/n-chan! Let me help you with that!"

"Eh? It's fine Mikage-san-"

"I insist, for once, let me repay your kindness, even if it's unconditional."

Neo Egoist League

Cupid's arrow hit ITOSHI RIN the moment you approached him after the long break of the players from the facility, expressing to him that you found his play in the end of the U-20 match his most mesmerising play compared to his usual elegant ones. That you loved his original playstyle, his original ego, much more beautiful, much more him, like he was free from the clutches of anything in the world. He did not understand it. His brother looked at him in that certain moment like he was a disgusting monster, to which he did not care, but he did believe that. He was ready to play the villain as long as he got to beat his rivals. However, you embraced that monstrosity, that horrific, mangled ego of his just because it was him, compared to his once elegant playstyle that tried to copy his elder brother's ways. And for once, the princess embraced the big, bad, and ugly monster instead of the powerful hero, finding its fangs and horns beautiful.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"I know its disgusting. You don't have to hide it, I don't care if you find it that. Victory is all that matters to me anyways."

"No. It's not disgusting. To me, it's your statement to the world that you're not Itoshi Sae's little brother, but Itoshi Rin. It's who you are, Rin-san, and whoever finds it hideous or disgusting is boring for wanting someone to just fit in their box of expectations."

Neo-Egoist League.

Cupid's arrow hit ITOSHI SAE in one normal, albeit chilly Thursday evening in Spain. He just got home from his practice as he cosied up on his bed, typing away on his phone, eyes waiting patiently for you to send a reply on each question and input he asked. He had friends before, even as a young kid, although scarce, he was not exactly a loner. However, due to his cold responses and dry knowledge about anything other than football made him a victim of being the odd one out in his friend group most of the time, with all of his so-called 'friends' not putting any effort to include or even try to understand what he says or does, just continuing on with whatever they were saying or doing, making it feel like a secret code where he was the only not included in. To which the redhead did not have any problem with, used to being alone and independent, but to see you actively try to understand his points of view and to even teach him the silliest things you knew just so he would not be lost in whatever conversations you both may have made his cold heart feel somewhat warmer, especially in the middle of the cold night he was currently feeling.

"Are you done explaining what that guy's power is now? You didn't have to type out a whole 500 word essay for me to understand who he is."

"Sorry, Sae-san T_T, but now that you know, I can continue my story!"

"Whatever. Go on."

Neo-Egoist League

Had to cut it in half since there are like 20 plus of them I will write but then my phone started lagging lmao, next part wil be up soon! Thank you again for more than 100 followers!

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[revelboo]

Oh mighty, darling Revel, can we possibly get some more Kup when you have the chance??? I am hopelessly in love with that old man and I need more people indoctrinated into loving him, so he gets more content 🤣

Sure!

Don’t You Pt 2

Kup x Reader

• Aware of the young bots only somewhat paying attention as Springer goes over the mock plan, Kup works his cygar from one corner of his mouth to the other. Staring down the youngsters when they look back at where you’d settled yourself wrapped in a blanket on his thigh. Recharging or whatever it is humans do after you’d crashed from all the fear. Resting a servo on you, he still doesn’t know what to make of your claims that you’d just appeared on this world. And not sure what to do with you.

• Even if the war is over, there are always threats. Decepticons, Quintessons, Pit, their war hasn’t exactly made them many friends across the universe, tending to spill onto other worlds and cause devastating collateral damage. But because there’s no immediate threat, the new recruits don’t want to listen. Cutting up and far too green, not realizing that there’s always some threat looming on the horizon. That the Wreckers hold the line, quietly resolving issues before they’re even known. Before they can become problems. Looking down when one of your legs slides against him, eyes opening and afraid for a moment before you seem to remember and shudder, he nudges you with a servo. “You good, kid?”

• You’re hardly a kid, but it doesn’t seem worth arguing with the giant. Sitting up slowly, you study the others. “Yeah,” you lie. Listening to the green one growling in their weird language at the ones who’d been tormenting you before your current protector had shown up. Because none of this is good and you’re far from it yourself. Realizing you might be in shock, because you should be freaking out. Instead of just strangely resigned.

• Can’t stop mulling over you. It’s a funny thing. One little human out here alone. No supplies or gear. No chance at surviving if he hadn’t found you. “You’re a terrible liar, aren’t you,” he mutters and you just blink up at him before offering him a rueful smile. Chewing on his cygar, he vents. Until he figures out where you’d really come from, he’s going to have to keep you with him. Those brats will torment you if he doesn’t watch over you and you certainly can’t stay on this world. Knows he’s not cut out for this, doesn’t have the patience. Thought about handing you over to Springer, kid’s got a good spark, but that had felt like abandoning you when you’re clinging to him for safety.

• “Kind of still hoping this is just a weirdly awful dream,” you admit and he laughs, the sound a gruff bark of noise. And he reaches to tap you a bit too roughly on top of your head. Stomach growling, you look up at him. “You don’t have food, do you?” What would giant alien robots eat? Gasoline? Diesel? Whatever it is, you’re sure you’re not going to be able to eat it. A worry that strengthens when his weird metal cigar droops as his mouth opens then shuts and he solemnly says what you suspect is an alien swear word.

Previous

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Hiii! How about Reader beeing the 3rd member of the hextech team and is really close with Viktor and Jayce, but with the little spice, that she is pretty dirty minded? Whenever she has the chance, she makes one of her "special" jokes or is flirting playfully with people she is beeing close with. While Jayce is joining her every single time, Viktor is not a big fan of that.

So one day Reader and Jayce having a mission: Getting Viktor flustered. But maybeee they forget, that Viktor isn't a shy person.

ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ (ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ?)

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ || 4340 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ (ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢʟʏ?), ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

When Y/N had first joined them, she had been incredibly shy—hesitant to speak up and preferring to let her work speak for itself. Viktor and Jayce had adored it, often exchanging knowing smiles when she stammered through a report or ducked her head when praised. They had assumed she was sweet, innocent even, untouched by the kind of crude humour Jayce sometimes indulged in and Viktor pretended to ignore.

That illusion shattered the first time she made a dirty joke. They had been deep in discussion about stabilizing Hextech energy when Y/N, without missing a beat, had quipped, "Well, if you’re having trouble controlling the output, maybe you just need to use a firmer grip. You know, really work the shaft."

Jayce had nearly choked on his coffee, spluttering as he thumped his chest. Viktor, in contrast, had frozen mid-sentence, his brain seemingly short-circuiting as he blinked at her in stunned silence. Jayce was the first to recover, bursting into laughter so loud it echoed through the lab, clapping her on the back with an amused, "Oh, you’ve been holding out on us!"

Viktor, meanwhile, had let out the deepest sigh known to man, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he were reconsidering every decision that had led him to this moment. "Why do I work with you two?" he had muttered, but the damage was done. From that moment on, there was no going back.

Now, she had no hesitation in throwing out playful quips and teasing remarks, especially when it meant making Viktor squirm. She had learned their quirks, their strengths, and, most importantly, just how far she could push their patience—whether it was until Viktor snapped in exasperation or Jayce collapsed into laughter.

The Hextech trio had spent hours in the lab, surrounded by blueprints, scattered notes, and the soft hum of hextech energy. It was another late night, and while Viktor was hunched over his latest project, Jayce and Y/N were engaging in their usual back-and-forth.

"Viktor," Y/N called out sweetly, leaning her weight onto the desk as she tilted her head towards him. "You know, for someone who works so much with rods, you're surprisingly bad at handling them."

Jayce snorted, not even looking up from his gauntlet prototype. "Oh, I don't know, Y/N. His technique is pretty solid—it's all about precision."

Viktor groaned, rubbing his temples with one hand while gripping his cane with the other. "Why must you two do this?" he muttered, clearly exasperated but used to their antics.

Y/N feigned innocence, widening her eyes dramatically. "Do what?"

Jayce grinned, catching on immediately. "Yeah, Viktor, what exactly do you mean?"

The Zaunite inventor shot them both a withering glare. "You are both insufferable."

Y/N smirked, sidling up to him. "Oh, come on, you love us."

Viktor sighed heavily, but the corner of his lips twitched slightly despite his best efforts. "Regrettably, yes."

Jayce nudged Viktor with an elbow, grinning. "See? He admits it. Deep down, he enjoys our company."

Viktor shot him a look. "Enjoy is a strong word."

Y/N leaned in, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Would you prefer ‘tolerate’ then? Because I’d be happy to push those limits, just for you."

Jayce wheezed with laughter, nearly dropping the tool he was holding. "Oh, that was a good one."

Viktor let out a slow breath, tapping his cane against the floor as he muttered in Zaunite under his breath before turning back to his work. "I am ignoring you both."

Undeterred, Y/N slid onto a nearby stool, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Viktor intently. "Ignoring me won't make me stop, you know. If anything, it just encourages me."

Jayce leaned back, resting his arms behind his head. "She’s got a point, buddy. The more you resist, the worse it gets."

Viktor cast a glance toward Y/N, shifting his weight slightly as he leaned on his cane, his expression both tired and resigned. "And yet, neither of you ever resist the urge to be unbearable."

Y/N pouted dramatically. "You wound me. But fine, I'll behave... for now."

Jayce wagged a finger. "That means five minutes, tops."

She gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. "I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of keeping things professional."

Viktor hummed, unconvinced. "I find that highly unlikely."

Y/N grinned, leaning back with an easy confidence. "Guess you’ll just have to wait and see."

=

The Wrench Incident

A few days later, Y/N was helping Jayce recalibrate the stabilizer on one of their hextech devices while Viktor worked at the other side of the lab, scribbling notes into his worn leather journal. The familiar hum of machinery filled the space, punctuated by the occasional spark of energy from their workstations. Y/N, wiping a bit of oil from her hands, reached for a particularly large wrench and gave Jayce a slow, deliberate look.

"Damn, Jayce," she mused, holding it up and weighing it in her hands. "This thing is huge. How do you even handle it properly?"

Jayce, ever the oblivious one, responded instantly. "Oh, you just have to get a good grip. And make sure your wrist movement is steady, or you’ll lose control."

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tilted her head. "Mmm, I love a man who knows how to use his hands."

Jayce beamed, completely missing the implications. "Right? It’s all about—wait." He blinked, realization dawning. "Y/N."

She smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes, Jayce?"

His face twisted into a half-groan, half-laugh. "You set me up."

Across the lab, Viktor, who had been meticulously adjusting a component on an invention as he let out an audible sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I beg you both for peace. Just once."

Y/N turned to him with a grin, setting the wrench down with a loud clang. "Oh, come on, Vik, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy a little dirty talk."

Viktor didn't even look up from his work. "I do not."

Jayce, having finally caught his breath from laughing, smirked. "I dunno, Y/N. I think he secretly does."

Viktor finally glanced up, leveling them both with a flat, unimpressed stare. "I assure you, I do not."

Y/N leaned on the workbench, tapping her fingers against the metal. "Mmm, you say that, but I’ve caught you blushing."

Viktor scoffed. "I do not blush."

Jayce let out a low whistle. "You kind of do, buddy."

Viktor shot him a glare. "And you, Jayce, are no better. Encouraging her."

Y/N grinned wickedly, enjoying the way Viktor shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Oh, come on, you love it. Admit it. A little spice in the workplace keeps things interesting."

Viktor let out a long, weary breath, returning his focus to his work. "I swear, you two are determined to shorten my lifespan."

Jayce laughed, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. "Ah, don’t worry, Vik. We’ll make sure you live a long, fulfilling life."

Y/N smirked, leaning into Jayce. "Exactly. With plenty of entertainment along the way."

Viktor only muttered something in Zaunite under his breath, shaking his head as he adjusted his cane and got back to work.

=

Testing the Gauntlets

One night, the sound of clanking metal and the hum of machinery echoed through the lab. Jayce stood inside the massive hextech gauntlet, his arm flexing inside the intricate metal construct, which buzzed and rumbled with barely contained power. The gauntlet was a feat of engineering, but for all its strength, it couldn’t match the playful grin spreading across Jayce’s face.

Y/N stood by the control panel, adjusting settings and monitoring the readings, her fingers dancing over the switches with practiced ease. As Jayce flexed his arm again, the gauntlet responded with a deep hum, its gears turning with newfound precision. Jayce’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“You know, Y/N, this thing is insanely strong. You wanna feel?” he asked, his voice dripping with mischief.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She leaned casually against the console, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “Jayce, darling, if I had a hex for every time a man said that to me, I’d have enough power to build my own gauntlet,” she replied smoothly, her voice dripping with sarcasm and flirtation.

Jayce blinked, momentarily taken aback by her unexpected reply. He raised his hand from the gauntlet, momentarily faltering in his attempt to flex it again. “Wait. Was that—” he started, his brow furrowing as he tried to process her words.

Before he could finish, Viktor, who had been silently observing the scene from his desk, let out an exasperated sigh. He rubbed his temples, clearly done with the antics of the other two. “Yes. It was,” he said, his voice heavy with weariness. “Do not encourage her.”

Jayce, his grin widening at Viktor’s evident discomfort, flexed his hand inside the gauntlet once more. The gears of the machine whirred in response, and the sheer force it exerted was almost tangible. “But what if I want to?” Jayce shot back with a wink, his voice now filled with playful defiance, his challenge clearly aimed at Viktor.

Y/N’s lips curled into an amused smirk as she pushed herself off the console, stepping toward Jayce. “Well then, we might just have to test your endurance next,” she said, her voice laced with mock seriousness and subtle flirtation. She leaned in slightly, resting a hand on Jayce’s chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. “Careful, darling,” she added, her tone lowering slightly, “I’m not known for taking it easy.”

Before she could say anything more, Jayce, in a sudden burst of energy, effortlessly scooped Y/N off her feet, lifting her with one arm as if she weighed nothing at all. She gasped in surprise, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she clung to him.

He didn’t stop there. With a playful laugh, he spun her around, the motion sending her hair whipping through the air as she shrieked in shock and delight. The world blurred for a moment before, in one fluid motion, he shifted his grip and hoisted her up onto his shoulder as if she were nothing more than a sack of feathers.

"Jayce!" she yelped, pounding her fists against his back in protest, though the laughter bubbling up from her chest betrayed her amusement. "You absolute menace—put me down!"

Jayce only chuckled, adjusting his hold to keep her steady. "Nope. You’re mine now."

Viktor, who had been attempting to focus on his work, made an audible, strangled sound from behind them. His fingers clenched on the edge of his desk, his face a perfect picture of disbelief and irritation. With a sharp exhale, he grabbed his cane, using it to push himself up from his chair with deliberate slowness, as if summoning the patience of a saint.

“I am going home,” he muttered under his breath, his accent thick with exasperation. He leaned slightly on his cane as he straightened, shaking his head as if witnessing a personal tragedy. “This is unbearable.”

Y/N and Jayce exchanged a victorious look before high-fiving—well, Y/N awkwardly patted his back since her current position on his shoulder made it difficult to reach his hand. Their laughter rang through the lab as Viktor turned toward the door, his cane tapping against the floor with each step as he stormed out with as much dignity as he could muster.

“We win,” Y/N declared triumphantly, still giggling as she wiggled slightly on Jayce’s shoulder.

Jayce smirked before finally setting her down—albeit carefully, his hands lingering on her waist for just a moment longer before letting go. His grin was wide, infectious, and filled with joy. “We absolutely do.”

As Viktor’s footsteps and the rhythmic tapping of his cane faded down the hall, Y/N turned to Jayce with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Should we go after him? I bet we could convince him to come back if we try hard enough.”

Jayce’s grin faltered slightly as he considered it, but then he shook his head with a chuckle. “Nah, let’s give him a break. We’ll savor this victory for ourselves.”

Y/N hummed in agreement, still catching her breath from laughing. “Victory indeed, my dear Jayce. Victory indeed.”

As the two of them stood there in the now-quiet lab, Viktor's dramatic exit still hanging in the air, there was a brief silence between them. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just the calm after the storm, the shared joy of the playful moment, and the knowledge that they’d done exactly what they’d set out to do—get under Viktor’s skin, if only for a little while longer.

A few days had passed since their triumphant victory over Viktor’s patience, and Y/N and Jayce were itching for another round of their favourite game—seeing how far they could push him before he snapped. However, this time, they had a new strategy: flustering Viktor.

It had started as an offhand remark from Jayce while they were tinkering in the lab. “You know, Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever really seen Viktor flustered. Irritated? Sure. Exasperated? Every day. But flustered? That’s a challenge.”

Y/N grinned, leaning against the worktable as she considered the idea. “Oh, I like a challenge.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “But you know, I don’t think he’s the shy type. He’s too… unbothered.”

“Yeah, but everyone has a weakness,” Jayce reasoned, crossing his arms. “And if we find it, it’ll be glorious.”

And so, the plan was set.

=

Phase One: Compliments—But Make Them Too Much

The next morning, Y/N and Jayce arrived at the lab with renewed determination. Viktor was already there, hunched over his desk, scribbling notes onto blueprints with the kind of intense focus that made it clear he had been at it for hours. His cane rested against the table, and his sharp eyes flickered between different parchment sheets, completely immersed in his own little world.

Perfect. That meant he wouldn’t see them coming.

Jayce struck first. He strolled over casually, leaning a hip against Viktor’s desk. “You know, Vik,” he started, voice dripping with fake casualness, “I was just thinking—you’re kind of brilliant. No, wait—incredibly brilliant. Probably the smartest man in Piltover. Maybe even Runeterra.”

Y/N, perched on a stool nearby, propped her chin in her hands and added with a dramatic sigh, “Oh, absolutely. And let’s not even start on the voice.” She bit her lip for effect. “Deep, smooth, just the right amount of accent—swoon-worthy, really.”

Jayce nodded solemnly. “And the hair. Viktor, buddy, how do you get it to do that perfectly tousled, tortured-genius thing? It’s not fair.”

Viktor, still writing, responded without even glancing up. “Genetics, I suppose.”

Jayce blinked. Y/N smirked.

Alright. No reaction yet. Time to up the stakes.

Y/N slowly stood and stretched, making sure to drag the movement out just enough. She took a lazy step closer to Viktor’s desk, trailing a finger along its surface as she spoke, her voice dropping into something smoother, sultrier. “And let’s not ignore the hands,” she mused. “Steady, precise… I bet they could do all sorts of things.”

Jayce choked.

Viktor, still writing, let out a quiet sigh. “Yes, they are good for engineering.”

Y/N’s smirk widened. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about engineering, sweetheart.”

That got Viktor to pause for half a second.

Jayce, catching on, grinned and jumped in. “I mean, Vik, be honest with us—when’s the last time someone appreciated your hands properly?”

Viktor resumed writing. “I am beginning to think you two should be banned from the lab.”

Y/N leaned closer, tilting her head slightly. “Why? Afraid we’ll say something that gets you all hot and bothered?”

Viktor snorted, finally glancing up. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of amusement in his golden eyes. “I have yet to be even mildly affected, miláčku.” (Darling)

Oh. Oh.

Y/N felt something ignite in her brain at the way the word rolled off his tongue—smooth, effortless, and with just the right amount of condescension to make her want to double down.

Jayce, sensing an opportunity, threw an arm over Viktor’s shoulder and grinned. “Damn, you’re really that unshakable, huh? No weaknesses?”

Viktor exhaled, patience clearly thinning. “My weakness is my work being interrupted.”

=

Phase Two: Physical Contact (That Was Definitely Going to Work, Right?)

Later that afternoon, while Viktor was adjusting one of the core stabilizers on their latest project, Y/N decided it was time to up the stakes. She slid up beside him, leaning in just close enough that her breath ghosted over his cheek. Her lips curled into a smirk as she watched his hands move with practiced precision, adjusting the intricate components with ease.

"Viktor," she purred, voice low and smooth, "you have such precise hands. So steady. So… controlled.”

Viktor hummed, tightening the last screw without so much as a pause. “I would hope so. Otherwise, this would explode.”

Jayce, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face, moved in on Viktor’s other side. He gave an exaggerated nod, folding his arms. “Man, Vik, have you been working out? That grip strength is insane.”

Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose, setting his tools down with an air of patience running dangerously thin. He turned to face both of them, fixing them with a completely neutral expression. “Are you two attempting to fluster me?”

Y/N barely managed to stifle a laugh, feigning innocence as she leaned against the workbench. “What? Us? Noooo.”

Jayce flexed his bicep dramatically. “I’m just admiring your strength, man. You ever arm-wrestle? You’d probably win.”

Y/N, taking full advantage of Viktor’s slight distraction, trailed a finger along his forearm, slow and deliberate. "Mmm, I’d bet on him. Those hands? That grip? Imagine what else they could do."

Jayce’s mouth fell open slightly.

Viktor merely arched an eyebrow. “You are aware I use them primarily for engineering, yes?”

Y/N leaned in further, lowering her voice just enough to make it dangerous. “Oh, primarily.”

Jayce made a strangled noise, clearly trying to keep it together, but Viktor remained entirely composed, not even a flicker of reaction. Instead, he studied them both like they were lab specimens.

“If I agree that I am both intelligent and physically competent, will this end?” he asked flatly.

Y/N tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm. No, I don’t think so. We haven’t even touched on your cheekbones yet.”

Jayce clapped a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. “Seriously, have you seen yourself? That’s sculpted from Zaunite marble.”

Viktor, unimpressed, met their gazes evenly. “I have a mirror,” he said dryly. “But if you wish to continue, by all means. I am interested to see how long you can keep this up.”

=

The Final Phase: A Winner Among Us

Y/N had always been one to enjoy a challenge. And for the past few days, Viktor had proven to be the ultimate one. She and Jayce had tried everything—compliments, teasing, subtle touches—all in the hopes of breaking through the impenetrable calm that Viktor seemed to radiate effortlessly. But nothing worked. Viktor remained as composed as ever, his stoic demeanor unshaken by anything they threw his way.

At first, Y/N had thought it was just a matter of patience. Eventually, she figured, Viktor’s cool exterior would crack. But after days of gentle teasing, it was clear that the man was made of much tougher stuff than either of them had imagined.

And that, in a way, only made the challenge all the more enticing.

But Jayce, ever the curious one, had started to get impatient. He was baffled by Viktor’s unwavering composure and had begun suggesting more direct methods—louder compliments, exaggerated gestures. Y/N, however, was far more methodical in her approach. She knew Viktor wasn’t one to be thrown off by the usual antics. If she was going to succeed, she’d have to dig deeper.

That’s when Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands. No more passing the torch to Jayce. She was going to do this alone, and she was going to make sure it would be done right.

The morning after she made her decision, Y/N woke up with a sly grin already curling her lips. She could practically hear Viktor’s voice in her head: Nothing either of you are capable of will phase me.

Oh, Viktor. He had no idea what was coming.

She entered the lab that morning with a sense of purpose, a spark of mischief flickering in her eyes. Viktor was already there, as usual, engrossed in his work. His focus was absolute, his posture perfect as he adjusted the core stabilizer. She watched him for a moment, taking in the meticulous way his hands moved, the furrow in his brow, how he barely seemed to notice the world around him.

It was almost a shame, she thought. He was so lost in his calculations—always analyzing, always focused—that he didn’t know what was about to happen.

Y/N moved silently across the floor, her steps quiet and calculated. Viktor didn’t look up, too absorbed in the delicate work he was doing. She took her time, letting the tension build, letting her anticipation rise.

Finally, she made her move.

She slid in beside him, just close enough so that her presence could no longer be ignored. Viktor’s gaze flickered toward her for a split second, but his attention remained on his work. His hands never stopped moving.

Y/N leaned in, positioning herself slightly behind him. Her fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the table, her breath soft, almost a sigh.

“Viktor,” she began, her voice smooth, but low, “you work far too hard, you know that?”

Viktor didn’t look up, but paused for a moment, as if considering her words. He gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment, his tone as steady as always. “I prefer to call it being productive.”

Y/N’s smirk grew, but she didn’t push him just yet. Not yet.

She watched him for another moment, taking in every inch of his concentration. Everything about him was controlled—his movements, his focus, even his voice. It was as though he wore an impenetrable shell, one that only those who had known him for years—even Jayce—could begin to understand. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to push further.

She inched a little closer, her breath brushing the back of his ear. Viktor stiffened slightly, but didn’t look up. He kept his hands steady on the tools, though there was a subtle change in his posture. A faint tension in his shoulders.

“Viktor,” she purred, lowering her voice to a soft murmur, “you have no idea how much tension you're carrying.” She paused just long enough to let the words sink in. “I bet all that brilliance comes with a bit of… weight.”

Viktor’s grip tightened on the stabilizer, and his fingers twitched. He didn’t answer her right away, but she could see it—the strain building under his calm. His usual self-control was cracking, just a little.

Y/N pressed on.

“You know,” she continued, now her voice barely a whisper, “I think a man of your intellect could use a real break. Something… relaxing. You deserve it. A small reprieve from all this work.”

Y/N leaned in, savoring the moment. She saw the familiar tension in Viktor’s posture, the slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The game was about to be hers. With one fluid motion, she moved even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice rich with teasing intent.

“You know, Viktor,” she purred, her breath warm against his skin, “I could think of a few very pleasurable ways to help you unwind. I’m sure I could make it more than worth your while.”

Viktor froze. For the briefest moment, his breath caught in his throat, his body locking up as if the words had a physical effect on him. His face flushed a soft red, but instead of faltering, instead of flustered silence, Viktor’s lips twitched with something that resembled amusement—dark, knowing amusement.

Then, without missing a beat, his voice came back at her in a whisper, low and just as suggestive, “Careful, miláčku, I might just take you up on that offer… and then we'll see who needs their endurance tested.” (Darling)

Her heart skipped a beat. His words hit her with an intensity she hadn't been prepared for. She blinked, trying to regain her composure, but the effect of his whisper still lingered in her chest.

Without another word, Viktor simply straightened up, gathering his tools with a deliberate calmness that contrasted his voice. His movements were precise and controlled, despite the noticeable tremor in his hand, before he turned and walked away—his cane tapping softly on the floor with each step. The soft sound seemed almost deliberate, a reminder of the presence he left behind, even as he distanced himself from Y/N.

Y/N stood frozen, her heart still pounding, her mind trying to process what had just transpired. There was a mix of surprise, confusion, and something else—something deeper that she couldn’t quite place.

Jayce, who had been quietly observing the scene from the sidelines, was now completely perplexed. He walked up to Y/N, his gaze flicking between her flushed face and the spot where Viktor had just stood. “Y/N... what the hell just happened?” His voice was a blend of curiosity and disbelief.

Y/N opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Her mind was still reeling from Viktor’s unexpected retort, the weight of his words lingering in the air between them. She swallowed hard, desperately trying to collect herself, but her usual confidence seemed to have evaporated in the wake of Viktor’s response.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from confusion to a playful concern. “Y/N? Are you—are you okay?”

She blinked rapidly, her lips parting as if to speak, but all that came out was a quiet, breathless exhale.

“Oh no,” Jayce said, realization dawning as he caught on. His voice rose with teasing amusement. “He got you, didn’t he?”

Y/N shot him an incredulous glance, her cheeks still burning. She couldn’t form a sentence. What Viktor had said, how he had said it—it had rattled her in ways she hadn’t expected. She was left speechless, completely caught off guard.

Jayce leaned in closer, his grin widening as he enjoyed the sight of Y/N so flustered. “Well, well, didn’t think I’d see the day when you were speechless. Care to share what happened?”

Y/N gave him a small shake of her head, her mind still spinning with the memory of Viktor’s unexpected, almost playful response. She had no idea how to process it or even how to explain it to Jayce. Her confidence, usually so unwavering, was nowhere to be found.

As she turned to leave, Jayce’s teasing voice followed her, still laced with amusement. “You know, I’ve never seen you like this before. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what happened?”

But Y/N, still lost in the aftermath of Viktor’s whisper and the heat in her cheeks, couldn’t bring herself to say a word. She was too flustered, her mind too tangled in the unexpected shift in their dynamic.

And so, she left him with nothing but his own curious questions, walking away, her footsteps softer than usual as she tried to process everything.

Jayce stood there for a moment, glancing toward Viktor’s retreating figure, then back to Y/N. He smiled to himself, knowing that whatever had just happened, it was something big. But for now, he was content to let her keep her secrets.

[randomshyperson]

hello, i saw you were doing little drabbles and was wondering if you had the time for --- wanda + hand holding + 47 (i think? whichever one is "holding hands so the other can't run away")

no problem if you can't or don't want to! have a lovely day (or nite whenever u see this)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away | words: 672 | warnings: angst, mentions of miscommunication, mutual pining (kinda of), also nothing bad ever happened to wanda during Infinity War idk what you're talking about.

-&-

The battle was out of control.

So many stupid decisions and fights had brought you here, and even with all the training on staying calm, you could feel the fear threatening to take over your decisions.

The barrier was finally broken and instead of grabbing a weapon, you grabbed the hand of the witch who had just gotten up from the couch next to you.

"Stop that." She snapped immediately but didn't fight against the grip, her eyes searching yours. Her free hand found your cheek, caressing your skin as you were doing with her palm. "You know I need to go out there."

The sound of the battle was muffled in that room, what you heard was the metallic crack of the mind stone being dismantled in Vision's head a few meters away.

Shuri, even focused on the task, stole a look in your direction, uncertain whether to witness this moment or not.

You opened your mouth to contradict Wanda, but you didn't know exactly what to say to her. And she smiled tearfully, caressing your face.

"You stay, protect the girl and the stone. Our friends need us."

But your grip doesn't loosen, and your eyes are desperately looking at her. Full of tears.

You've fought before, you've fought a lot. And yet, something about this day, this mad titan coming from space, gives you the feeling that the Avengers won't win this time.

"Please." You manage breathlessly. Although firm, your touch doesn't hurt her. Wanda comes closer to kiss the corner of your mouth, and you almost forgive her for being in some short of situationship with Vision while you two have something deep and unresolved going on. "I can't lose you, Wanda."

The raw confession makes Shuri leave the room, even if only for a moment. Wanda sighs, pulling at your grip so that your hand fits better on hers.

"You won't lose me."

"You don't know that." You retort emotionally, but she's starting to lose her patience, especially since the battle has gotten bad enough that you've started hearing explosions. The team needs her, more than ever. "Please-"

"They need me there-"

"I need you."

She sighs, taken by surprise before taking a deep breath to regain control of her own emotions. This is not the time or place to have this kind of conversation, this kind of confession.

Her gaze turns serious, final. Your grip loosens.

"Remember the captain's orders, okay? As soon as that stone is out, destroy it."

She pulls your grip and frees herself. You grab her wrist this time, and pull her towards you, close enough for her to gasp when she feels your breath against her cheek.

"You know damn well I don't care about him. I'd destroy that stupid stone while he's still has it, and I would run away with you, in a heartbeat. Never looking back."

Wanda swallows, her gaze dropping to your mouth for a moment as if she’s considering it, if only for a second. And then, her expression turns cold, and she looks you in the eye.

“You had the chance to do it, and yet, here we are.” She accuses bitterly, and you let go, hesitation in your features. Wanda sighs, lowering her hand and taking a few steps away from you. She takes one last look at Vision unconscious on the table, and at the door where Shuri is coming back from, before giving you one last look. And warning; “I’m going to give you one last chance to make things right between us. When this is over, we’re going to sit down and talk like adults.”

You feel some of the weight lift from your shoulders. Talk. That sounds good. It’s more than you’ve earned after not showing up at that airport, after not choosing her or any side when the team fought, after making the mistake of screwing up your chances and practically handing her over to the android next to you.

Nodding in agreement, you offer her a small smile, and Wanda heads off toward the fight.

[odileeclipse]

Choosing Her

Pure Vanilla X Reader angst (I wanted to hurt my feelings)

And when it’s all said and done, it wasn’t you he skipped class with. His eyes held that softness in them always. But when he looked at her, his eyes were all knowing. The look exchanged between them had always said more than the words exchanged. While you stood at the sidelines hoping that if you stayed just a second longer he’d look at you this time.

“Pure Vanilla, please be careful, you shouldn’t skip out on class so much…I-I can’t keep covering for you. I think the professor is going to find out.” You pleaded with him selfishly. While your reasons for wanting him to not skip, your real motivation was stopping him from being with her. Pure Vanilla looked conflicted. He furrowed his brow but ultimately sighed out and said “Don’t cover for me anymore (y/n) cookie, it’s not fair to ask you to hold my burden I’ll deal with it” He said to you with that compassionate voice. You wanted to scream at him to let him know how selfish he was being to you. But at the end of the day he doesn’t owe you anything, and yet still extends his kindness to you. “Pure Vanilla, please don’t go, we shouldn't go looking for answers that aren’t given to us. Forgive me for crossing a line but don’t you think her hunger for knowledge is insatiable? Once she finds out whatever truth she’s looking for do you think she’ll stop there?” Your words held resentment towards white lily cookie, sure she was a dear friend to you and you’d love and support her. But jealousy is an ugly monster tainting the depths of your heart. Pure Vanilla’s usual serene face faltered. Before he could say anything you spoke up. “I hope you know what you’re getting into, stay safe, Pure Vanilla and please don’t do anything rash.” You said with a soft smile. ”Or I’ll have to come save you and white lily”.

That was the last time you spoke with him in an attempt, to get him to understand. Even after the academy was left behind in its ruins, you still thought him a fool to search for her. But in your heart, he was your fool. When you heard rumors of Pure Vanilla founding a kingdom, you felt relief. Perhaps he and white lily hadn’t settled down and you still had a chance. But again, your hope was crushed in front of you, there she was white Lily standing next to Pure Vanilla as he received his title. You thought about turning around when that familiar comforting voice called to you. “(y/n) cookie! I’m so glad you made it…I thought you were upset with me. I was hoping that by extending my invitation to all my friends you too would be here. My dearest friend, how have you been?” He said clutching your hands together, this made you forget your jealous heart and you smiled radiantly as you used to all those years ago. When you still had the hope he might be yours. Of course, reality hit harder than a derailed train. “You’re being unfair to me again” those words came out as a whisper meant for your ears rather than his. How dare we clasp his hands around yours, when he didn’t belong to you. And if it was kindness he was offering, you didn’t want it. Not like this. “Sorry I didn’t quite catch that, well regardless how have you been holding up, I’ve heard you acquired your own Kingdom.” That’s right in the time away from him, you built a kingdom from nothing making it’s walls tall and high. To hide the love you hold, but those walls crumble fast when you see his gleaming eyes. You acquired the light of patience. A virtue you’ve always held, waiting and waiting hopeful it’ll be you. “Oh yeah my kingdom is my pride and joy, we’ve been able to construct high walls ensuring protection from everything. Of course it’s not without it’s flaws but time will only tell.” You were just rambling, attempting to seem like you had everything in control. “As expected of my dear friend, patient and full of humility” his words only pricked at your heart. A friend is all you’ll be and you’re not sure there’s enough time to heal this wound. “So you and white lily…?” you asked hesitantly. He practically beamed “Actually there is one thing I ask of you, please be at my side when I ask her to be mine. There is no other friend more beloved and fit for the role.” You stared at him with wide eyes feeling tears prick at your eyes. “I-I would love nothing more.” in the stir of emotions you embraced him seeking comfort in the arms that wound you.

A/N Im sorry <3

UPDATE: Pt 2 is up enjoy!!!

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

To Have (and To Hold)

Half the time, my ak!Jason Todd just needs to be a warning in that of itself, but CW: possessive behavior ~500 words

The Arkham Knight despises touch. His men know better than to get too close to him. When he walks the streets, civilian gear or otherwise, people instinctively know to get out of his way.

This applies to you as well. Until it doesn't.

He doesn't know what the catalyst is, can't tell you the reason why something so fundamental to who he is changes, but it does. And suddenly, he can't get enough of being in your space.

Out of nowhere, from not a thing at all, nothing grounds him more than his hand curled around your wrist, nothing draws his complete and utter attention like having his nose pressed to your pulse, nothing stills his frantic heartbeat other than your weight resting against his chest.

He thrives on the warmth of your skin, the softness of your jaw in between his fingers, the curve of your spine underneath his hand. He's addicted to the feel of your palm pressed to his chest, your ankle hooked with his, your shoulders tucked under arm, your fingers carding through his hair.

He doesn't know how he ever thought he could hate being touched by you, being able to hold you, getting to lose himself in the scent of you. He starts to count the minutes until he can be by your side again, starts to be reckless just for the chance to get back to you sooner.

You– your touch– it soothes something in him that never seems to settle. It calms the part of him that always screams that there's danger, that nowhere and no one is safe.

But you are. You who so obediently leans into his hands when he cups your face. You who smiles at him so trustingly when he pulls you into his lap. You who never ask questions, never pushes, who always waits so sweetly right where he leaves you.

It drives him mad. He wants to keep you by his side every second of every day. He needs you there. Always.

He'd love to lie to you– would love to lie to himself about why. He could spew falsehoods about how you ground him. Drawl fantasies that having you near and being able to touch you helps him. Spit fiction that you fix something broken inside him.

But why bother with fables and fabrications when he knows the truth? Even if you can't see it. He knows. You make him worse. Despite all your good and patience and kindness, something rotten and dark creeps up from the depths of him and makes itself known.

Ever since it clicked in his head that touching you, holding you, keeping you close was something he didn't loathe– he's changed. No matter how much The Arkham Knight tries to shove it down or to hide it, he's greedy for your warmth, your life.

And you so very willingly gave it to him. All to try and help. It almost makes him laugh.

You have no idea the kind of monster you've entrusted your fate to, but you've done it anyway. You've given him you, knowingly or not, and The Arkham Knight has never been good at letting what belongs to him go.

[goldfades]

jealous!reader with devin booker. because of an ex or maybe someone trying to hit on him (make it as angsty as you can)

AAAAA yes, i loved writing this sm. angst may be my fav genre

You weren’t mad.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But the tight knot in your stomach, the way your arms were crossed just a little too tightly over your chest, the way your jaw had been clenched for the last twenty minutes? Yeah, that told a different story.

The night was supposed to be fine. You and Devin had already been on shaky ground before even stepping foot into the event—one of those stupid, lingering arguments that started small but had grown into something bigger, heavier. Something neither of you wanted to talk about, but also something you couldn't quite let go of.

It had started earlier in the afternoon. Something small, a conversation that should’ve lasted five minutes but spiraled into something else entirely.

“I just don’t get why you still talk to her.”

Devin had sighed, already exhausted before the argument even started. “It’s not like that.”

You had given him a sharp look, arms crossing over your chest. “Then what is it like, Devin? Because from where I’m standing, it looks a lot like your ex still thinks she has a place in your life.”

“She’s not in my life,” he had said, voice tight, like he was trying to keep his patience in check. “We broke up. We don’t talk like that. Why are you making this a thing?”

That had been the match to the fire.

Because it was always the same when you fought—he was calm, collected, logical. And you? You felt everything all at once, sharp and overwhelming, and it burned at you until you had to say something. And the worst part? He never saw it the way you did. He never understood why it sat so heavy in your chest.

And now, here you were.

Standing at his side at some exclusive event, dressed to perfection, forced to smile and act like you weren’t barely speaking to him when, in reality, you felt like you were drowning.

And then—because of course the universe hated you—she showed up.

The ex.

The one who wasn’t in his life but, apparently, was still comfortable enough to be here, in his space, in your space, looking at him like she hadn’t lost him years ago.

She was beautiful. Stunning, even. And worse? She knew it. She had that effortless, casual confidence of someone who wasn’t afraid of anything, least of all you. And that made you sick.

It wasn’t even what she said—it was the way she looked at him. The way she leaned in just enough when she laughed, the way she barely acknowledged you standing right there, like you were an afterthought.

And the worst part? Devin wasn’t shutting it down.

He wasn’t flirting, but he also wasn’t walking away.

And that was enough to send your stomach twisting, your throat tightening, the words already bubbling up before you could stop them.

You weren’t mad.

But you were about to be.

The air between you and Devin was thick—tense—so much so that you could barely hear the hum of conversations around you, barely register the music drifting through the venue. All you could focus on was her and the way Devin wasn’t doing a damn thing to put distance between them.

Your nails dug into your palm as you watched the exchange unfold. She was laughing, tilting her head just slightly, that kind of effortless, I know I still get under your skin type of posture that made you feel feral.

And Devin?

He wasn’t laughing. But he also wasn’t shutting it down.

Not immediately. Not the way you would have wanted him to.

His body language wasn’t exactly inviting, but it wasn’t closed off either. His hands were in his pockets, expression unreadable, giving those short, polite responses that weren’t necessarily warm but weren’t cold enough.

And that’s what killed you.

Because you knew Devin.

You knew what it looked like when he wasn’t interested in a conversation. You’d seen him completely ignore people at events like this, brush them off, make it clear he had no time for them.

But right now? He wasn’t doing that.

He was letting her talk.

Letting her linger in your space, steal your moment.

Your chest felt tight, like your heart was pushing up against your ribcage, trying to claw its way out. The irritation burned under your skin, hotter and heavier with every passing second.

And then—then—she reached out.

Fingertips, barely there, just a light touch on his arm as she said something low enough that you couldn’t hear.

And that was it.

The thin thread of restraint holding you together snapped.

Your hand shot out before you could stop yourself, curling around Devin’s wrist, firm, a clear, unspoken message.

His head turned instantly, eyes locking onto yours—dark, sharp, aware. He knew. He knew. And yet, for some reason, he still looked surprised.

You forced a smile—tight, too sweet, dripping with something almost dangerous. “Babe,” you said, voice light but laced with an undeniable edge, “I didn’t realize we were catching up with old friends tonight.”

Devin exhaled slowly through his nose, something flickering behind his eyes. “It’s not like that.”

You tilted your head, squeezing his wrist just a little before dropping it. “Really?” You flicked a glance at her, your expression unreadable, before turning back to him. “Because it looks a lot like that.”

She let out a soft little laugh, the kind that made your blood simmer just under your skin. “Relax,” she said, tone airy, like this was all a joke. “We were just talking—nothing serious.”

Your eyes snapped back to her, and you felt something sharp twist in your gut. You weren’t proud of the way you reacted next, but at this point, you weren’t thinking straight.

“Oh, I’m relaxed,” you shot back, still smiling, still maintaining that same deadly sweetness. “But maybe next time, you can just talk from a little farther away.”

There it was. The shift.

The briefest flicker of surprise crossed her features before she masked it with a knowing smirk, like she loved that she was getting to you, like she thrived off it.

But Devin?

Devin sighed, raking a hand down his face, and that? That pissed you off more than anything.

Because now he was acting like you were the problem.

Like you were making something out of nothing.

Like you were overreacting.

The heat in your chest turned ice-cold. You took a small step back, your arms crossing over your chest. “You know what?” Your voice dropped, quieter now, more dangerous. “I think I’m done with this conversation.”

Devin’s brows pulled together, his body shifting slightly toward you, like he could feel the way you were closing yourself off. “Wait—”

But you were already turning on your heel, already stepping away, already heading toward the exit.

And if he didn’t follow?

Then that would tell you everything you needed to know.

Devin caught up to you just as you stepped onto the curb, your phone in hand, thumb moving over the screen with quick, furious taps.

“Are you serious right now?” His voice was rough, low, still measured—but barely. Like he was fighting to keep it together.

You didn’t look at him. “Dead serious.”

His jaw clenched as he caught sight of your screen. Uber arriving in 4 minutes.

“Come on, man,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing a hand down his face like he couldn’t believe he was actually dealing with this. “You’re being ridiculous.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Your head snapped up, eyes burning, voice razor-sharp. “I’m being ridiculous?”

He exhaled, hard. “Yeah. You are.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Devin.” You let out a hollow laugh, shoving your phone into your bag with a sharpness that made your hands shake. “Did I ruin your little moment back there? Did I embarrass you?”

His head tilted, his eyes narrowing in warning. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I wanted that to happen.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, shaking your head. “You let it happen.”

“I—” He cut himself off, looking away for half a second, hands planted on his hips, trying to breathe. “It wasn’t like that.”

“But you didn’t stop it either,” you shot back, voice sharp, pointed, digging into him like glass. “You let her stand there, you let her touch you, you let her look at you like—”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, taking a step closer, his voice dipping dangerously low. “You’re really doing this right now?”

“Yes, Devin! I am!” Your voice cracked at the end, emotion spilling out, raw and unfiltered. You didn’t care who was watching anymore. Didn’t care that people were turning heads as they stepped out of luxury cars, eyes flickering toward the two of you with thinly veiled curiosity. Let them watch.

“You don’t get it,” you muttered, shaking your head, your chest rising and falling fast, your emotions right there, just under the surface, threatening to rip you open. “You never get it.”

His brows pulled together, his voice quieter now. “Then help me understand.”

But that’s what made you angrier. Because he wasn’t raising his voice, he wasn’t matching your fire, he was standing there, calm, acting like this was something logical, something fixable, when it felt so much bigger than that.

You ran a hand through your hair, gripping the strands at the roots. “You don’t see the way she looks at you, Devin. The way other people do. The way—”

His jaw flexed, his nostrils flaring slightly. “I don’t give a fuck how she looks at me.”

“But you don’t care how I feel about it either,” you said, voice breaking.

And that? That landed.

His entire body tensed, his expression shifting just slightly—something cracking, something faltering.

But before he could say anything, before you could even process the weight of your own words, your Uber pulled up.

You turned immediately, reaching for the door handle, but before you could even blink, Devin’s hand wrapped around your wrist, firm, pulling you back.

“Oh, hell no,” he muttered.

You yanked your arm, but his grip was solid. “Devin, let go.”

“Not a fucking chance,” he bit out, already reaching past you to yank the door shut before you could open it.

“Are you serious?” You turned on him, furious, shoving at his chest with both hands, but he barely moved.

“You’re not getting in that car,” he said, his voice low, his grip still tight on your wrist, not painful, but enough to make it clear.

You struggled against him, your heart hammering, every part of you buzzing with adrenaline. “Let. Me. Go.”

His eyes burned into yours, dark and unrelenting. “No.”

You shoved at him again, but this time, he moved.

Not away. Forward.

And before you could stop him, before you could even think, he was wrapping an arm around your waist, lifting you like you weighed nothing, turning toward the valet stand like he was on a fucking mission.

“Devin, what the fuck! Put me down!” You thrashed against him, pushing at his shoulders, his chest, but it was useless. He was stronger, determined, stubborn as hell.

“You wanna scream at me?” he gritted out, barely breaking stride. “Fine. You can do it in my car.”

The valet had his car waiting already, probably watching the scene with wide eyes, but Devin didn’t give a single shit. He reached for the handle, yanked the door open, and practically threw you into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut before you could even think about escaping.

You were fuming, your entire body vibrating with frustration as you ripped at the door handle—locked.

The driver’s side opened, and Devin slid in, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles went white.

Silence hung thick between you, the kind that burned, that pressed against your chest like a vice.

Your breath was ragged, your entire body coiled tight.

You turned to him, eyes blazing. “You cannot be serious right now.”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head once before glancing over at you. His eyes were still burning, still heated, but there was something else there, something desperate.

“I wasn’t about to let you leave like that,” he said, voice rough, quiet, like the fight had drained him, like the weight of everything was settling on his shoulders.

Your throat felt tight, too many emotions swirling all at once, too much heat, too much everything.

So you said the only thing you could.

“Then fucking fix it.”

Devin let out a sharp exhale, his hands gripping the steering wheel like he was using it to anchor himself. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked straight ahead, chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths—like he was trying to keep himself in check.

But you could feel it.

The tension. The heat radiating off him. The way his whole body was taut, wound up like a rubber band stretched too thin, about to snap.

You weren’t much better.

Your pulse was pounding, the remnants of the screaming match still hot in your veins, your hands clenched into fists in your lap. Your throat was raw, your face still flushed, your mind still replaying every little moment from the last hour—the argument earlier, the look on his ex’s face, the way Devin hadn’t immediately shut it down.

The way he’d practically thrown you in his car to stop you from leaving.

You were both breathing hard, like neither of you had fully come down from it yet.

The car was silent.

Thick, suffocating silence.

You weren’t sure who was going to break it first, but it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you.

Devin finally inhaled, slow and deep, before gripping the gear shift and pulling out of the valet lane. His driving was steady—controlled—but you could tell he was barely holding it together. His jaw was clenched so hard you swore you could hear his teeth grinding.

Minutes passed.

The tension didn’t ease.

Not when he turned onto the highway. Not when the city lights blurred past the window in streaks of white and gold. Not when he let out another slow breath, his fingers drumming against the wheel like he was working through the thousands of things he wanted to say.

Then, finally—

“I wasn’t entertaining her.”

His voice was low, heavy, like he was forcing himself to say it.

You didn’t turn your head, your arms still crossed over your chest, your nails digging into your skin. “You didn’t stop her either.”

Devin’s hands tightened around the wheel. “I was about to.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you stared out the window. “Right. Sure. About to.”

His grip on the wheel twitched. “Don’t do that.”

You turned sharply toward him, eyes blazing. “Do what?”

“Act like I wanted any of that shit.”

“You didn’t stop it, Devin.” Your voice cracked on his name, and that—that was what really betrayed you. The heat of your anger was laced with something else now.

Hurt.

And he heard it.

He felt it.

His jaw ticked, his eyes flickering to you for the briefest second before returning to the road. “I was being polite.”

You let out another bitter scoff, your whole body twisting toward him now. “Polite?” You stared at him, incredulous. “Polite is saying ‘hi’ and moving the fuck on. Polite is not standing there, letting her laugh at every stupid thing you say, letting her touch you like—”

“She wasn’t touching me,” he snapped, his voice suddenly sharper.

Your heart dropped.

Your head tilted, your nails digging into your palms. “Are you—are you actually trying to tell me she wasn’t touching you?”

His throat bobbed. His fingers flexed against the wheel.

You knew Devin inside and out. You knew what every little movement meant, the way his body betrayed what his mouth wouldn’t say.

He knew he’d messed up.

Knew he’d let it go on too long.

And the fact that he wasn’t admitting it? That burned.

“Wow,” you muttered, voice hollow, shaking your head as you turned back toward the window. “Okay.”

Devin let out a breath through his nose, his hands gripping the wheel tighter. “I didn’t—fuck.” His voice cracked, frustration bleeding into it. “I wasn’t thinking, alright? I should’ve shut it down faster. I should’ve told her to fuck off the second she opened her mouth.”

You swallowed hard, willing yourself to stay angry, but your heart was hammering in your chest.

“But you didn’t,” you murmured.

Devin exhaled sharply, one hand coming off the wheel to rake through his hair.

“I didn’t,” he admitted, voice rough, like it physically pained him to say it. “I fucked up. I know I did.”

Silence.

You stared at your lap, your mind racing.

Devin glanced at you, his voice softer now, like he was trying to break through the wall you were putting up. “I wasn’t thinking. I swear to you, baby—I didn’t give a fuck about her. I don’t. I don’t.”

Your throat felt tight, your arms still crossed over your chest like they could somehow hold you together. “She still thinks she has a place in your life.”

“She doesn’t.” His voice was firm now, like he needed you to hear it. “And I’ll make sure she knows that.”

You closed your eyes for a second, inhaling deeply, trying to process everything. The fight. The way your emotions were still buzzing under your skin. The way Devin sounded so—so gutted now, so frustrated with himself, with you, with all of it.

The car slowed as he pulled onto the street leading to his house.

When he finally parked in the driveway, he turned the engine off but didn’t move. Didn’t look at you. Just gripped the wheel, his breathing deep, controlled.

Then, finally—

“I don’t ever want you to feel like that again.”

Your stomach twisted, your chest aching in a way that made it hard to breathe.

Devin turned, his dark eyes burning into yours, intense, raw. “You have to know that you’re it for me.”

You didn’t say anything, your throat too tight.

He reached for you then—soft, his fingers brushing against your hand, like he was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t.

His voice was lower now, quieter. “Come inside?”

You hesitated for a second, your emotions still raw, but deep down, you wanted to. Because despite the fight, despite the way your heart still ached, he was Devin.

And Devin had never made you feel like you weren’t his.

So you swallowed hard, exhaled, and finally—finally—nodded.

His shoulders sagged slightly, relief flickering across his face, and he squeezed your hand, holding onto you like he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

And you?

You weren’t ready to let go either.

Devin didn’t waste a second. The moment you nodded, his hand slid into yours, warm and solid, his grip tight—like he was afraid you’d change your mind, like if he let go for even a second, you’d slip through his fingers.

He practically rushed around the car, opening the passenger door for you before you could do it yourself. The moment your feet hit the pavement, he was there, standing close, his presence heavy, his body heat radiating into yours.

Neither of you spoke as you walked inside.

The tension wasn’t gone. The fight still hung between you, thick and unrelenting, buzzing under your skin like a live wire.

But Devin wasn’t letting you go.

Not tonight. Not ever.

The front door shut behind you with a quiet click, and before you could take another step, his hand was on your wrist again—firm but not forceful, pulling you to a stop.

“Hey.”

His voice was soft now. Rough around the edges, strained, but softer.

You didn’t turn around immediately. You weren’t sure if you could without completely unraveling.

“Baby.” His fingers curled tighter around your wrist, like he was trying to pull you back, trying to pull you into him.

You swallowed hard, squeezing your eyes shut for a second before finally—finally—turning to face him.

And the second you did, Devin exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath this whole time.

He stepped closer, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek, his touch hesitant—like he was waiting for you to push him away.

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

You were so mad at him. You were still hurt. But Devin was Devin, and his touch had always had this way of grounding you, pulling you back to him, making it impossible to stay away.

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I hate fighting with you.”

Your chest tightened. “Then don’t give me a reason to.”

His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against your cheek, his lips parting like he had a million things to say but didn’t know where to start.

“I fucked up,” he finally murmured. “I know I did. And I swear to you, baby, I’ll never let that shit happen again.”

Your throat felt tight, emotions bubbling up again, but you forced yourself to speak. “It’s not even about her, Devin. It’s—” You swallowed hard, voice quieter now. “It’s about how I felt.”

His jaw ticked. “I know.”

“No, you don’t,” you said, shaking your head. “You don’t get what it’s like to stand there and watch someone act like you belong to them. You don’t get what it’s like to feel small in the middle of a room full of people because your boyfriend—the man who swears he loves you—isn’t stopping it.”

Devin flinched. Actually flinched.

Like your words physically hit him.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes for a second before exhaling sharply. “That’s not—fuck.” His grip on your waist tightened. “That’s not what I want you to feel. Ever.”

Silence.

His eyes searched yours, desperate, pleading, like he was trying to fix this just by looking at you.

And maybe—maybe—he was.

Because as much as you hated to admit it, the way he was looking at you was fixing something.

It wasn’t everything. But it was something.

You inhaled slowly, hands resting against his chest, fingers curling slightly into the soft fabric of his hoodie. “Then prove it.”

Devin nodded once, sharp, like he understood, like he’d already made the decision. “I will.”

You studied him for a second, your anger still there, still simmering beneath the surface, but your trust? That hadn’t broken.

Not yet.

Not with him.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his voice a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t answer immediately. You let him wait, let him feel the weight of the moment, let him sit in the tension he had created.

Then, finally—finally—you nodded.

And the second you did, Devin didn’t hesitate.

His lips crashed into yours, desperate, needy, like he needed to feel you, needed to show you everything he hadn’t been able to say. His hands gripped your waist tight, pulling you flush against him, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even an inch of space between you.

And you let him.

Because damn it, you needed it too.

The fight wasn’t over.

The anger wasn’t gone.

But right now? Right now, you just needed to feel him.

And the way Devin kissed you?

The way he held you like you were the only thing that mattered?

That was all you needed to know.

[sorchathered]

My Forever Valentine- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

A/N- happy belated valentines my angels! This is just a little something I’ve been working on for @roosterforme, hope you all love it!

Pairing- Bradley Bradshaw x female reader

Warnings- a little angst, a little smut, language.

“Honestly I never thought we’d get here. No really, anyone who knows Bradley knows he isn’t the Casanova he likes to think he is. How you roped her into marrying your dumb ass is a miracle in my book. I love you both and I’m so glad you are taking over my job of keeping him alive; good luck girl it’s a tough gig!”

Everyone is nearly in tears from laughter as Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a chuckle. Choosing Natasha Trace to be his best (wo)man was a no-brainer until he realized she was going to get to give a speech, or as she called it “her roasting of the chicken boy”. Honestly he thought she’d be more ruthless but blessedly she had been kind because it was after all his wedding day. She wasn’t wrong though; it really was a miracle he’d managed to not only find you but also convince you he was the man you should spend the rest of your life with. He’d been full of anger for years over Mav pulling his papers, despite the fact that he’d made it in the navy and been incredibly successful in his career. You’d seen right through his carefree aloha persona, broke down his walls and finally got him to self reflect and realize that the past wasn’t who he was; he’d made it through hell despite the roadblocks and that was what he should focus on instead. He had been stubborn, trying his damndest to push you away when you pushed him to make amends and heal, but you’d stayed. You’d made him better, made his life have meaning, and now he would spend the rest of his life showing you how much you meant to him and making a beautiful life for you.

He remembered the day he met you vividly. You’d been out at the hard deck with a group of friends, it shouldn’t have been any different than any other night out but when he heard your laugh and saw your face he knew. It was like everything in his life had come into focus and he couldn’t stop himself from getting up mid conversation to cross the bar and talk to you. You’d been watching him too, the easy carefree way he seemed to move through the crowd was mesmerizing and the two of you had hit it off like a house on fire. You both fell in love hard and fast, but it hadn’t been without its struggles. Bradley’s line of work was extremely taxing, gone for weeks- sometimes months a time with little to no contact. You’d been lonely but he’d been worth every minute apart, and when he made it back to you after a particularly difficult mission a misunderstanding had nearly torn you both apart.

-6 months ago-

It had been a non-stop carousel of tag chasers from the minute he’d entered his beloved bar, the squad had demanded they throw him a welcome home party for the ages but you’d never thought it would be a wall to wall frat party. Women staring for a little too long, buying him drinks, at one point some girl actually tried to kiss him! Bradley had been polite as always, sending all of them packing and letting them know he was taken, but by the time he’d sat himself at the piano to sing he had gathered himself quite a fan club of single girls, and you didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore. Especially when one of those girls was his ex, she just never quite seemed to understand the word no, and forget about the notion that he had moved on; she didn’t believe for one second that anyone would turn his head from her and despite being the one that left him she just wouldn’t let an opportunity pass to get him back out of her grasp. You knew his heart, and that he had professed that you were his future, but it wasn’t enough. Not when these girls didn’t seem to get his polite hints and kept coming back for more. You knew he liked the attention and that was the worst part; he could tell you all day long that he wanted a family with you but when you took a backseat to his fan club you couldn’t help but convince yourself that he was all talk and nothing more.

“Baby, come on you know it’s not like that! I don’t want anyone but you! Just come back inside, we’ll play some pool with Phoenix and Coyote and then we can head home, just us. I don’t want you going home by yourself.” He pouted and tried to pull you close and damn it you almost let him, but the gnawing feeling of inadequacy wouldn’t let you give in.

You nearly walked away that night, but he wouldn’t have it. If he was going to lose you it wouldn’t be over some stupid girl in a bar, the two of you were meant to be and he was ready to put his heart on the line. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms, you wiggled in his hold but he didn’t budge; tilting your chin up to look at him as he leaned in close to place a searing kiss to your lips. He felt your body go lax in his arms, sighing into his mouth as he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a while, locked in an embrace as he kissed you breathless, you were sure this was the kind of kiss that caused women to swoon in old movies, drunk on the feeling of his body pressed to yours making you weak in the knees. When he finally pulled away from you a whine breached your throat and he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I want you to hear me when I say this sweetheart, and really take it to heart ok? There’s nothing I want more in this world than you. Not flying, not another woman, not a single thing could matter more to me than you. You’re my first thought when I open my eyes and every night I’m honored to be the one to hold you when you finally find rest. I will always choose you, and if I’ve ever made you question that I will do anything to make it right. I want you forever. I want to have a house full of feral children that look like you that I coach softball for on the weekends, I want to take care of you when you’re sick and think you’re gross, I want to sit on our porch 50 years from now and watch the sun go down on a perfect life we’ve made, hell baby I want to pass first because I don’t know that I could go on another day if you weren’t here. That’s how much you mean to me, and if you’ll say yes I’ll love you until the day I die.”

You were fully ugly crying in his arms as he pulled a beautiful ring and slid it on your finger, nodding furiously before you pulled his face to yours.

Now in the fading sunset he watched you dancing along to the band, the quiet beach wedding had been everything you both dreamed it would be, surrounded by loved ones and Bradley can’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all. You were everything he’d ever dreamed up but somehow better, the figment in his mind could never come close to the real thing. His hands itched to hold you, need flooding his senses as he crossed the makeshift dance floor to sweep you into his embrace. You grinned up at him and he melted a little more inside, he peppered your face with kisses as your laughter rang out against the crashing of the waves. “I need to monopolize the bride for a little while, think you could find a way for us to escape for a bit?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh until you felt him pressing against the satiny fabric of your gown. He swallowed the moan that escapes your lips, it was entirely indecent the way you two were pressed together in this public of a setting but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You were his wife, his wife. Surely he could be excused for his behavior just this once right? He turned you in his arms and began guiding you towards the beloved bar where the two of you first met. Penny was bringing out more champagne as you burst in the door, a chuckle and shake of her head as the two of you nearly collided with her. “No breaking anything in my bar, I’ll keep everyone out of your hair for a few minutes.” Bradley nodded with wide eyes as you erupted in laughter, ushering you towards the stock room with a playful slap to your ass as you tried to catch your breath between giggle fits.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He said as he placed you on top of the massive deep freeze in the corner of the stock room, mascara was smudging the corners of your eyes from the tears brought on by your glee at getting caught, eyes shining with anticipation at what was to come. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants until we made it to the honeymoon suite Mr. Bradshaw” he didn’t deny it, he just couldn’t help himself with how beautiful you looked, it would be a crime to wait 2 more hours before he could fuck his wife.

“You know, you’re my wife now. Mrs. Bradshaw.” He was running his lips and mustache along your cleavage, the sensation sent a shiver up your spine, along with his declaration. “Oh god- we really are married now aren’t we?” You panted as he hiked your dress up above your thighs, running a long finger up the seam of your barely there underwear, reveling in the look on your face as you sucked in a sharp gasp. He couldn’t help but kiss you, licking into your mouth as he continued to rub circles against your covered clit. You were trembling in his hold, whining and bucking into his hand and he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Tease. Two could play that game. Sliding your palms down his shirt jacket you made quick work of unbuttoning his dress pants, slipping your hand down into his briefs to grasp his cock. He hissed into the open air, knowing you had the upper hand now.

“Thought you said you needed to fuck me Bradley? We don’t have all night, give it to me baby boy.” He couldn’t push his clothes off fast enough, sliding your underwear to the side as he slammed into you mercilessly. Sweet saccharine moans fell from your lips and he brought you to your high, your nails clawing at his back as he sucked a dark mark behind your ear. It didn’t take much more for you both to topple over the edge, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together as you reached euphoria. Giggles and soft kisses followed as you tried to piece each others outfits back together, startling at a loud knock rapping the old wooden door.

“Ok sluts, you can make a baby another time! Everyone is looking for the happy couple and we know what y’all are getting up to! Wrap it up and come join the party!” Natasha cackles as she hears you two shuffling behind the door, hastily stepping out with tousled hair and kiss swollen lips. “Can you blame me Phoenix? She’s perfection.” Bradley says with a laugh as you all step back out into the party, a roar of cheers and whoops echoing out as you do. This was just the beginning of a lifetime of memories, and Bradley couldn’t wait to spend them all with you.

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[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Weekend Ramblings

Thame·Po Episode 10

Yeah, I'm late but my brain was not working properly on friday, so, now works. Congrats on the sex! I love this friend group so much. This episode was a lot. First of all Baifern needs to go touch grass. I did appreciate that the show went there, all things considering, but she made me mad. And not that I needed more proof, but Po is a better person than me. Also I hate Pemika and this whole thing around idols and dating. It's insane, but obviously eventually the company will come around, cause glass houses and all that. The PepperGam noble idiocy thing was a bit whatever, although still heartbreaking, but I'm hoping this means that our mains won't follow in their footsteps. This show is as close to perfection as I have seen from gmmtv in a while, so let's not ruin it. The best part was definitely seeing the group supporting each other. The hand holding at the press conference had me all emotional. I'm giving up on screaming at Thame. I guess since they were technically already caught, he's not bothered. Not that he acted like he ever was. Thame and Po continue to be them. I just love how even through all this, they keep checking in on each other.

GelBoys Episode 2

Never has a show made me feel so ancient. Also this show is a massive reminder of how much I absolutely hated all that love drama in high school. I had zero patience for it. Obsessively rereading messages, overanalysing every word to find some hidden meaning, wondering, Does he actually like me? Honestly, I’m exhausted just thinking about it. And on top of that, I’m beyond grateful that I didn’t have to deal with any of it in the era of smartphones, social media, selfies, apps, and so on. So much angst. I guess playlists are the new mixtapes. It's certainly easier. I continue to really like the atmosphere, it feels very grounded. And although I like Fou4Mod, I adore Baabin, so I'm not a huge fan of the way Fou4Mod is using him to make Chian jealous. Like since he's his bestie, he could've at least been honest. I'm sure he'd be on board. And I know he's gotta learn this for himself but, Fou4Mod, sweetie, this is a terrible idea. You are going to be crying a lot on that train in the future. But, I mean, who hasn't done that before?

Perfect 10 Liners Episode 17

I got YothaGun and PondSand. What a joy! I really could watch Perth do anything but seeing him being the biggest love sick puppy is a special treat. Faifa seems to have a bit of a savior complex, which we kinda knew but it's pretty obvious now. I love characters that hide their pain behind a smile, and he's so kind on top of that, so of course I love him. I also liked that he noticed Wine's overall mood and checked in with him about boundaries. I'm hoping Wine can break some of his walls and perhaps teach him the word 'NO.' I'm thinking maybe we won't get a side couple this time because we have enough couples to check in with, in between FaifaWine stuff, but we'll see.

The Boy Next World Episode 7

First of all, it was great to see Thorn/Tong again, I keep forgetting this is part of the TharnType Universe. As I said last week, BossNouel can bring it in those scenes, but I still feel like I'm watching RainPhayu. Now Cir, you had to see this coming, no? I mean you only had like a million chances to come clean. I feel bad for Phu, but I gotta say, last week I thought he might have an inkling about this, but maybe not?Now…for that ending and the preview. So not multiple universes, but something else is going on. He's dissociating. I'm intrigued and worried if they will land this part of the story. It seems we'll be getting our beloved amnesia trope and I'm so excited about it. Honestly I was thinking maybe he doesn't really have amnesia and he's faking, but wouldn't that be a bit much, all things considered? I mean, they’re going to end up together, so I’d really love to not completely despise Cir by then. The second half of the episode was strange though, pace wise. It felt a bit disconnected, and rushed. Part of it might be intentional, given Phu's state of mind, but it still felt weird to me. The sides are kinda cute, although I must admit, Wim gets on my nerves a bit. That dude must end each day with a tension headache. Like seriously, he's so tense it makes me stressed. And also, why is he so annoyed by Jin?, cause like he listed a bunch of stuff but honestly I don't see it. Wim needs to forget about Cir for 5 seconds and focus on something else. This animosity feels a bit forced.

Sangmin Dinneaw Episode 8 [Finale]

I honestly don’t even know where to start. I’ve come to expect a certain level of whiplash from this show, but this was on an entirely different level. We went from child abuse and murder plot straight into that cucumber scene. I can’t even begin to imagine the thought process behind it. This was a roller-coaster, and not in a good way. That said, at least we finally got a storyline where a guy gets revenge on his abusive parents, so that wasn’t terrible. But the fact that the hotel dude didn't get run over is unfortunate. Now that it’s over, I genuinely don’t know what to say. The main couple was cute enough, and the sides were decent, but overall, this whole thing was a mess. Honestly, the ending was the only part that felt even remotely normal. And still I'm not sure about the amnesia. But who cares? Most of this makes no sense and I'm not gonna waste any more time trying to figure it out.

[oonajaeadira]

FLUFFBRUARY 18: suave | cologne | gradual (Max Lord)

ADIRA'S SELF-IMPOSED FLUFFBRUARY RULES:

Six sentences.

Must be fluffy.

All 29 ficlets must feature a different Pedro.

All three words must be used (Fluffbruary prompt list here).

Use the words in order.

I reserve the right to break rules and/or cheat.

It took a while for you to convince Max that he didn’t have to try to be cool or suave or to prove how much money or power he had.

You finally got him to leave the mousse and the cologne behind, to shed the suit in favor of comfy cardigans and jeans that showed the softer side of him you’d come to love.

Eventually, he even stopped bleaching his hair, the gradual fade back to his natural chestnut becoming more beautiful day by day, and even Alistair commented that he finally felt like he was getting his dad back.

The last shift was the money.

Now that he wasn’t using it for appearances, Max found pleasure in granting wishes of all kinds–children’s hospital funds, conservation, animal rescue…

But when it came to you, he couldn’t help himself, and he hoped you’d forgive the extravagance of the ring–not half what he felt you deserved–as he lowered himself on one knee to ask a question of the woman who taught him with such patience how to love himself again.

___

@fluffbruary

FLUFFBRUARY MASTERLIST

[amethystina]

I just wanted to say thank you

For the past couple of days, I've been at a huge book fair as a part of my job and when I wasn't manning our booth, I could go on the various seminars and lectures that were being held. And, during one of them, an author was recounting how moved she'd been when one of her readers had reached out to let her know just how much her book had meant to that reader.

And, as I was watching this author struggling to hold back tears, it struck me just how often I've felt the same. That, more than once, someone has reached out to me to tell me that my writing has helped them through a rough time or maybe even changed their life. Maybe the latter is a bit of a hyperbole but, at the same time, I have no doubt that, sometimes, it wasn't.

And that just blows my mind. Not only that I'm capable of writing something that can touch people's lives to that degree, but that my readers are also willing to reach out to me and tell me when that has happened.

I will forever be grateful for that.

So thank you so, so much to all of you who have done so. But I also want to thank those of you who haven't. If my writing has moved you in any way, whether you've let me know or not, I'm thankful. I'm thankful that you gave me the opportunity to move you and I hope that the experience made your life better. Remembering that I've been able to bring so much joy and meaning to other people's lives has definitely been the highlight of my life these past couple of (admittedly rough) weeks.

So thank you all so, so much.

I love you 💜

[soothedcerberus]

Erik!! I keep seeing your adorable centaur OCs and I always wanted to ask what's the story behind them??

Plushi!! Sorry for the mega-late reply… 🥺I was so happy to get this ask but I didn't know how to explain my silly ocs…I will try now-more under the cut.

Dael Braam (dwarf) is a cooped up farmhand looking to see the world, but being immune-compromised from birth it took a lot of persuasion to convince her parents to let them go. They relent under the condition that she finds a capable and strong person to travel with to keep her safe… Just so happens that a strong and capable centaur knight is visiting in town…

Rembrandt (horsey) was created from a dark fusion spell by an amateur mage, who had intentions to construct a powerful warrior to do his bidding.

However, the spell cast did not result in a powerful and fully-armored warrior…. but instead a frail baby knight centaur, with only its top half made of living armor. The mage, not wanting to raise any kind of child, promptly abandons his creation. He can always try to make another one after all.

Into adulthood, Rembrandt still carries a lot of pent-up abandonment and self-esteem issues. You wouldn't know that from the proud facade he puts on though, lying about being a royal knight yet helping all those he comes across with a smile, but never staying long. When the opportunity of having a long-term travel companion (and perhaps a friend…?) arises from Dael requiring a bodyguard, his craving for companionship and affirmation outweighs his worries about her seeing eldritch elements of himself.

Dirk (beefy dragon thing) is the second (and more "successful") attempt from the same mage to create a powerful monster. Think Rembrandt's "big evil" brother. Except he's quite a bit younger. Dirk emerged fully-developed except for his wings-which remain as little nubs. Despite his brawn and warrior-appearance, Dirk was mostly a glorified errand boy, using his impressive strength to terrorize the nearby towns and their land-collecting resources for the mage.

Dael and Rembrandt meet Dirk after hearing word of a giant dragon-knight ravaging villages (and their livestock yum yum).

(I also like the idea of the mage sending Dirk to capture Rembrandt + Dael when he recognizes is his first attempt is not only alive and strong, but also quite proficient in battle.)

One way or another Dirk ends up roaming with the two. At first, Dirk is over-confident, rude, and stubborn... Overall a huge pain for them to travel with. After being shown kindness for the first time and being subject to more than a few humbling situations, Dirk allows a protective, loyal and softer side of him to emerge.

Lots of found family shenanigans and adventures occur-and yeah! This was rambly but thank you for reading about my guys! 💖

[sourrind]

Mercy Manifested - Prologue (II)

Life is Strange - Victoria Chase/Kate Marsh

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“I know you hate me and you should! But I only want to see you smile again. Please let me know if you need anything.” Taylor had told her to be kinder and to make it less about herself, that maybe Kate deserved more than just twenty-five words. Courtney was on the other end of the spectrum, suggesting that signing the big card they all got her would’ve been more than enough. But at the end of the day, this was the thing that she thought was the most appropriate. Three little sentences – one that would disarm Kate and humble Victoria just enough to make the second sentence seem genuine and then the last one, an empty-handed offering of help that she presumed Kate would never have the audacity to take up. Victoria had wanted to give her more than this, but she didn’t know how. She was kind – or at least, kind enough to her friends – but would Kate have even believed it if she had opened up with how she really felt? At least what she did send her gave them both an out if they wanted it. Victoria could keep her head high knowing she was untouchable, but still gracious enough to show mercy, and Kate could go to bed with her stuffed animals thinking that the Queen Bitch of Blackwell had a heart. Win-win. “Oh, you’re awake.” Victoria whirled around, not having heard the door open, but definitely hearing the familiar voice of the girl behind her. “I’m not snooping!” Reflexively, Victoria thrust her hands behind her back, the letter held in her hands, and her heart pounding in her chest. Kate was standing there, a closed door behind her. In one hand, she held a tray of food, and in the other, an electric kettle full of boiling water. The last time they were alone like this, Kate had found her after Nathan had been taken out of school. It wasn’t something that Victoria liked to dwell on; she barely even remembered what had happened. But she remembered how she felt when Kate approached her – to hear someone that she had treated so terribly pity her? It made her feel low. Lower than low. Maybe that incident was just a sign of things to come. “I…” Victoria tried to say something, but she couldn’t. The look on Kate’s face had disarmed her. It wasn’t the same condescending sneer that she was used to from her peers. Nor was it even suspicious – something that Kate fully deserved the right to considering Victoria was indeed in her room and snooping about – but it was a look of composure and tolerance. Even with circumstances like this with a person like her, she was reserving any thoughts or judgments until after. With the situation still shrouded in mystery, Kate simply set both of her things down on the ottoman beside the couch. Then she approached, causing Victoria to back up until her waist hit the edge of the desk. Her breath stuck in her throat when Kate leaned forward and reached around her. Their eyes never left each other the whole time as Kate’s hand brushed against hers before whisking the note away. Kate glanced down to what she was holding and instantly, Victoria could feel the air in the room lighten up alongside her. “You know,” Kate said as she smoothed the note out and folded it back to how it was, “I’m not sure if it counts as snooping if it’s your own letter.” Kate offered her a smile as she walked past her to tuck the message into a small tray on the table. Victoria couldn’t see clearly, but she made out a variety of stationery and colors that she assumed were other boorish banalities from friends and family. “I’m surprised you kept it,” Victoria muttered. Kate continued beaming as she walked over to the dresser in her closet. She had pulled open the top drawer and her fingers were about to start rifling before they froze at the sound of Victoria talking. She looked up at her and Victoria checked to see if the smile she had on her face reached her eyes, and it did. “Of course I kept it. It’s not everyday you get a letter from Victoria Chase.”

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[holland-vosijk-antari]

i was just reading kell's pov in acol where he goes down to see holland in the cells, how he feels hollands eyes scraping against his own, and back in adsom where its described as two stones sparking together. not only does that make me want to go insane, it also makes me wonder if holland feels that too or if its just kell? its not mentioned as far as i can remember in any of hollands pov and not even in their first meeting flashback. the absence of it from holland's pov is a bit of a shame really though it does suggest that its just kell and the effect holland has on him... its also mentioned briefly when lila gets her antari prosthetic eye (in the sense that kell feels glad that he can look her in the eyes without that friction) which makes me wonder, if lila had both eyes would there be that sparking sensation between her and kell? would it not as their black eyes are on the same side? why would that sensation be only due to the presence of the marked eye? it's clear that kell and lila DO have a connection but then again so would most people who went through what they did together (especially as kell is quite dramatic about what he cares about). it would just be a shame to have this connection between antari be a real thing and it not be developed past a couple of brief mentions one of which to enhance a ship. the antari could be endlessly more strange so it's a shame that, even when bonded with the rings, they are essentially just very powerful magic users and not something altogether else...

[meowkusunoki]

ocgrammers reblog and tell me how your characters type

[good-beanswrites]

Hello again, I'm here to request once more. Feel free to take all the time you need btw! I would always be patient for your wonderful works ^^

This time I'd like to request from the Drabble List#2 - 47 with the 020607 Trio (mainly Mahiru though). And yes, this is hugely inspired by that one minigram with Mahiru. And as usual, feel free to change the scenario and/or the characters.

Thank you again, good luck with your future studies and take all the time you need!!

Woo thank you so much!! :'D This one was a ton of fun (and once again led me to get smacked in the face with unlikely character parallels I wasn't aware of before). It's from Kazui's pov but it's still mainly about Mahiru. I ended up going canon-compliant, but I did consider sticking super close to the minigram and do a little normal-au where Mahiru drags them across Japan to make a perfectly homemade cake 😅

Everyone knew Mahiru had a tough time distinguishing genuine from joke, but Kazui hadn’t expected it to come back to bite him. Mahiru wasn’t stupid by any means; sometimes she just forgot that others weren’t as unabashedly honest as herself. When she said something, she meant it. Kazui… not so much.

Which is why, following a conversation about her skills in the kitchen, in response to being pressed about his own household, he thought it would be inconsequential to utter the following words to her.

“Bake me a cake, and we’ll talk.” 

Kazui had laughed his booming laugh, Mahiru had giggled in her sweet little way. Neither realized what had just transpired.

That is, until Yuno dragged Kazui across the prison the following day to make him aware of the monster he had released upon the kitchens. The two hurried over to find a massive operation underway: Mahiru had several layers in the works, she was stirring multiple fruit fillings, decoration choices scattered across the countertop, and anyone who dared venture too close was shooed away with a slap from her wooden spoon. 

It took a few minutes to get the situation all worked out.

“So… you didn’t really want a cake…?” She asked, pausing mid-stir. Her eyes were so big and round.

Yuno came to the rescue. “Of course he does!” She interrupted. “Everyone here would die for a taste of your baking~” 

Kazui nodded. “I just didn’t mean for you to work so hard for my sake. I’m really not worth all this effort…”

Mahiru’s jaw fell, offended on his behalf. “Yes you are!” Her attention was momentarily caught by a timer chiming. Kazui took the bowl from her so she could take a pan from the oven. He picked up where she left off stirring. 

“Either way, why don’t I help you out?” Yuno had grabbed some ingredients from the counter as well. “While we bake, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. A little,” he repeated. 

And he did. Her questions were easier than he’d expected. While the others knew how to poke and prod about each other’s murders, Mahiru really did just want to know about his home life. While she buzzed around the kitchen switching pans and creating intricate icing patterns, she asked him about his childhood, his hobbies, his job. As soon as she saw his wife was a touchy subject, she let it drop (though with a bit of disappointment, to be sure). He scrambled a bit as Yuno the human lie detector would shoot him a look now and then. Overall, though, his measured answers managed to satisfy both women without giving much of himself away.

When they carried the spectacular cake into the common room to everyone’s amazement, Mahiru prodded him with her elbow.

“We should talk more! I mean, come on. How difficult was that?”

If only she knew the half of it.

———

“Hey, Mahiru.” Kazui traded weak smiles with Yuno as he joined her by the bed.

“Oh. Hi Kazui,” came her weak voice. She tried her best to smile under the tangle of bandages that surrounded her. Then, silence. 

Aside from a few coughs and small requests, that silence stretched on for hours. He and Yuno usually had a lot to talk about, but neither could muster anything up today.

He thought Mahiru had dozed off, but she surprised him by taking his hand. “Kazui?”

“Yes?”

“Do you really think I’m unforgivable?” 

He blinked. “I can’t really say.” 

The moment the words left his lips, he knew they were the wrong ones. Well, the glare that Yuno was trying to murder him with also helped. “Er, I forgive you, of course. But… I don’t know anything about you, Mahiru. Not really. I can’t say why others would think you’re unforgivable or not.” 

“...I see.”

Yuno looked like she wanted to add something, but couldn’t find the words. Traces of emotions flickered over her face before she could cover them up. Kazui guessed she wanted to defend Mahiru. But maybe she also agreed with him. And that was when the realization struck him.

“I guess, I always thought you were so much better than me and Yuno when it came to talking about yourself. You do it all the time, and very easily. But now that I think about it, I probably know just as much about your situation as you know about mine. For such an honest person, you hide everything just like we do. Or maybe, you hide from everything, like we do.”

More silence.

A teary smile appeared on her face. “You know… you could bake me a cake… and maybe we’ll talk.”

Kazui didn’t laugh, and she didn’t giggle. He nodded, solemnly. “I think that’s a good idea.”