#GIRL HOW CAN YOU TELL WHAT HIS PERSONALITY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE. HE SPOKE A SINGLE SENTENCE??

[damselneedssaving]

「 FRIENDS DON'T LOOK AT FRIENDS THAT WAY 」

JASON TODD X F!READER

★ SYNOPSIS: You and Jason agreed to be just friends—he was even the one who proposed the idea in the first place. ...So why does he keep looking at you like you're his whole world?

★ TAGS: yearning, pining, angst, idiots in love, unreliable narrator, jason is down bad for you, but he'll deny it all to hell, practically worships the ground you walk on tho

★ A/N: inspired by tate mcrae's 'that way' <3

line divider by @cafekitsune

You don't even mean to do it. You just kinda... do.

It's like there's some sort of sixth sense in your body that can tell when he enters the room; some omnipotent being that whispers in your ear whenever he's so much as nearby, and it almost always compels you to look for him, and you almost always do.

Not 'almost' actually. Just 'always'.

You like to lie to yourself though. Give yourself a fighting chance to get over him. Which is useless anyhow, because how can you even hope to try when he looks at you that way?

When the very moment you find him, he's already staring back at you?

It's weird. It's confusing. It's this fluffy cloud of pink that you can't help but let fog up your vision until you can see nothing else. Nothing but him.

But it's wrong. You aren't supposed to. Not when you both agreed not to.

Not when he proposed not to.

You can still remember the moment he did like it was just yesterday.

It was 8 p.m. on the dot.

You had just come back from a mission that had gone awry; one that could've spelled both your deaths had you not pulled out on time.

Some cartel led by Black Mask, you can't remember. It doesn't even matter.

Jason tore off his helmet like it had personally wronged him, like he was disgusted to even be under it, his jaw taut and his teeth grinding.

You had settled onto the couch nearby, elbows resting on your knees and head hung low in your hands, buried.

"I should've been faster," he had said. And you had frowned. "If I was just a little fuckin' faster, I coulda got him."

"And gotten yourself killed in the process," you quipped, moving to look up at him, and his jaw flexed. "There was nothing you could do, Jason. We were overwhelmed. Drop it."

He almost boiled over from just those words alone, you're sure of it. He's always had a temper. Still does. Even so many months later.

The reason he didn't, however, is the same reason he proposed that dreaded idea in the first place.

Your biggest regret.

You had stood up, gaze softened with care, and said in a voice almost too quiet for him to hear, "Besides... I'm glad you didn't."

He blinked back at you, owlish, before letting out an equally as quiet, "What?"

That was enough to get you shy, but apparently, not shy enough, because even as you looked down and kicked the air like a dumb little school girl, you still managed to say, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

It wasn't quite a confession, but it might as well've been.

Silence bathed the room after you spoke, the kind that sinks in deep and twists, and you still remember the sharp pang that it shot through your chest the moment it did.

It was enough to urge you to look up, whispering promises of how it would remove the blade should you satisfy your curiosity.

So you did.

And oh how cruel Jason was.

Not in the traditional sense, no. He didn't curl his lip, or turn up his nose, or yell such profound expletives at you, that you couldn't even bring yourself to ever repeat them. Oh no.

He gave you hope.

He looked at you with wide, shaking eyes, something so dangerously close to longing swirling in his gaze, that you allowed yourself to dream for a second.

And then he ripped it away.

He ripped away all your hope by opening his mouth and saying words that didn't at all match his expression.

"We can't."

Your whole world shattered.

"What do you mean 'we can't'?" You repeated his words like it hurt to say, like the syllables shifted into sharp shards in your mouth and mercilessly punctured your tongue, leaving you to choke on your own blood.

"I mean: we can't," he said again, the same way that you did, with an added wince that just swelled your heart even more. "It'll never work out. So you might as well just forget it."

"Forget it?" You breathed out, letting out a dry laugh towards the end. "Forget it?"

"Yeah," he doubled down. "Forget it."

'Forget it', he had said, like you could just toss your feelings to the side and pretend they were never there. 'Forget it', he had said, like this whole thing was nothing more than a mere afterthought, a mistake that was never meant to happen. 'Forget it', he had said, like it all meant nothing to him.

Like you meant nothing to him.

You couldn't help yourself, voicing your thoughts out like you were wearing your heart right on your sleeve.

And the next thing he did ripped that sleeve up more than him storming out ever could.

His gaze had softened, and his stance had faltered just the slightest amount, and he ran a hand down his mouth with a small huff, letting his index and thumb hold his jaw as he said, gentle but still a little gruff, "Of course you mean something to me, doll. We're friends, aren't we?"

Friends.

"Right"—you nodded, lungs breathless and gaze so, so far away—"friends."

That was it. The moment you both agreed to be just friends. The moment he proposed to be just friends.

He proposed it.

So why, now, does he look at you like that?

The room is dark, but it does nothing to hide him, hide his gaze, only making the whites of his eyes glow instead, burn like a candle in the night.

And just like a candle, they burn with an intensity, an ever-present gaze that refuses to so much as blink in your direction, as if afraid of wasting even a moment spent with you.

He looks at you like an answer to his question—like the answer to his question, one he's tried to find for so long, he lost a part of himself in the process.

A part he looks at you like you have.

He's so close now, practically a hair away from being pressed against you in the cold, barren room.

You can feel his breath mixing with your own, tangling in a dance you're sure will never end, but God do you want it to. You want it to so bad.

So you lean forward, and you let your heavy gaze fall shut.

And you feel the way his lips brush against your own, the tingles that explode just from the contact.

But then the light turns on, and he withdraws, and your mind swirls.

And you're left to wonder if he was ever even there in the first place.

[anon-sect]

Pictrue source: anonymous

Diego was short on cash and needed a supplementary income to help his shortage. But he didn't want a part-time job since his full-time job was stressful enough. He then saw an advertisement about body renting. He called the number and spoke with the receptionist. When he heard how much people would charge to rent another person's body for a day, he was in shock. He could make more renting his body than working a full month at his regular job. He immediately signed up for the gig.

Six months later, Diego was pleased with himself. Renting his body had paid off so well for him. It was so great that he had quit his full-time job and was now renting his body nearly every week. He was getting paid $10K each time someone inhabited his body for 24 hours. The only bad part was that he was still present in his body at the same time. He would become his dick while another person was walking around in him. Per the agreement, the user was completely unaware that the owner was the dick. But it wasn't all too bad. Everyone had been good at leaving his body so that he could regain complete control again.

Felix came into the office to enjoy being another person for one day. He looked at the many models to choose from and saw Diego was the right model he wanted to be in. After signing the waiver not knowing where the real Diego would be, he went to the room for the transfer to take place. He saw Diego enter and lay on the table that was next to his.

Diego saw the guy that would be walking around in his body. He was average in height and weight, but otherwise normal. No wonder the guy wanted to see what it was like to be in a hot body. "Enjoy your time, dude." He told him.

"Thanks," Felix responded as both of them closed their eyes while the techs did their job of the body switch. Minutes later, he woke up looking at his old body. He was now in Diego's body. He saw his old body was motionless. "Who is in my old body?" He asked. He was told no one. He really wondered where they had put Diego, but he remembered he wasn't supposed to ask that question or it would breach his contract.

He walked out of the facilitate in his Diego body. He saw both guys and girls looking at him in a certain way. Felix was enjoying it. The body was well-fit and muscular, which he also liked. He could tell that the previous owner must have worked out often. He definitely was going to enjoy his day.

By the end of the 24-hour hour time limit, Felix had returned to the place. He had a great time with Diego's body. He even had some hot guy blow him and got to shove his hot dick into the guy. It was so great. He honestly wanted to keep this new body. He never got such attention in his old body.

Felix went to the receptionist's desk. "If one wanted to keep this body, how could they do that?" He was curious.

"Well, it's an additional $75K to make the transfer permanent." The receptionist reported.

"What about the previous owner, what happens to him?" Felix asked.

"Well, he has a signed contract that if a user desires to keep his body, once paid for, they can. It's all in writing." She reported to Felix.

That gave Felix a big idea. He transferred his whole savings into his checking account and pulled out his bank card. "Okay, I am ready to pay."

The receptionist took the card and swiped it on the reader. She then printed out the reciept and new contract as the new owner of the body. She watched as the new Diego signed it. "Well, it's all yours now. As for your old body, it belongs to the company."

Felix smiled. "Awesome, but where is the previous Diego?" He had to satisfy his curiosity.

"No need to worry about his location. You have his body now." She reported.

That was good enough for him, as Felix or the new Diego, walked out of the place a new man for the rest of his life.

THREE WEEKS LATER.......

Diego looked at himself in the mirror. He was pleased with his new looks. He worked out to maintain his new body. He even had a hot boyfriend as well, who really loved sucking his cock. His life was so much better since blowing his whole savings to buy this body for himself. It was his now and he sure was not going to give it back to the old Diego even if he begged. Yet, he still wondered where the guy was at.

Old Diego was mortified. The user name Felix had bought his body, trapping him as his cock forever. The worst was that Felix was completely unaware of the previous owner being the cock. So many mouths had sucked on him. He was shoved into so many asses. Now the new owner had a boyfriend who was sucking him on a regular. He absoultely hated his new life as a cock on his old body. He could only regret that this was the risk he took and his own fault.

[brokenmenswhore]

first | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader

summary: virginity loss trope :)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language, gender swapped dorcas cus i said so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’s ridiculous,” you said, body halting as the staircase began to shift beneath you, “and completely untrue.”

“Oh come on, you never do anything interesting! For your sake, it has to be true,” Sirius teased.

You turned to him, mouth open in offense. “I’m plenty interesting.”

“But not interesting enough to lose your virginity to Meadowes in the library during fourth year?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“No! It didn’t happen!” you protested, “now please, let it go.”

“How would a rumor like that even get out if it isn’t true?” James asked genuinely.

“Probably because everyone knows Meadowes has the hots for her. Bet you he started it himself,” Remus answered, distaste evident in his voice.

“Are you three done now?” you asked, whispering the common room password and letting the boys in.

“So if it isn’t true, how did you lose it?” Sirius pressed.

You looked at him stunned, eyes wide in disbelief that he would ask you something like that out of the blue.

“Absolutely not,” you said, raising a finger toward him, “I’m not playing that game.”

“Oh come on!” Sirius raised his hands and smiled, “you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, now I’m curious,” James continued on, “if not Dorcas, who?”

You sighed, placing your books down and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, turning toward them exasperated. “Why does it matter?”

“You know seventeen of the girls I’ve slept with by heart,” Sirius replied, “I’d say it’s only fair.”

“Sirius, you told me about seventeen of the girls you’ve slept with. Willingly. Without me asking. Ever,” you said, earning a laugh from James at your disgust.

They followed you up the stairs to your dorm, empty from everyone sneaking off to a party in the Ravenclaw common room that you were supposed to be getting ready for, but alas, you were late and distracted.

You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, ready to start applying makeup, when Remus placed a hand on the desk in front of you, leaning his face in close to you, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He was completely in your personal space.

“Come on, Y/N, tell us who got to fuck you first.”

Remus’ voice was low, and his breath fanned your face as he spoke. You locked eyes with him, a sigh leaving your chest that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You were nervous to have him this close.

“No one has. Sorry to disappoint. Now drop it, will you?”

Remus didn’t move. You continued to look up into his eyes, your voice a little shaky, and you didn’t know what to do. You moved to get up, but Remus caught your chin between his fingers, pulling your attention back to him. “Meaning what?”

“Did you not hear me? Cus you’re like 6 inches away from me, so if you didn’t, you need to get your hearing checked,” you said, annoyed at your current predicament, just wanting to make the embarrassing conversation end. Remus finally let you stand, but Sirius and James were right behind you, stopping you from leaving the room. You opted to sit on your bed.

“You guys are insufferable.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “So you’re-“ he trailed off.

“A virgin, yes, wow, how crazy of me. You know, it’s not that weird, you all just have a personal body count higher than everyone at this school combined. And everyone else’s body count includes you. Can we please just forget about this?” you begged.

“Such attitude,” James teased, “from such a good girl.”

“Oh, so I’m a goodie two-shoes now that you’ve all discovered I’ve never had sex?”

“Kinda, yeah,” James giggled.

“Fuck you guys,” you sighed, partially lighthearted and partially annoyed, “it was my choice. You think I couldn’t have screwed Dorcas Meadowes in the library if I wanted to?”

No one had a response. Sirius’ nostrils flared, and Remus sighed. They almost seemed… jealous? at the thought of you and someone else.

You four were ridiculously close, anyone could see that, and you would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about them in that way, but you were best friends, and you didn’t want to risk ruining that.

“You ever think about, like, just doing it?” Sirius asked.

“What?” you replied.

“Do you ever think about just saying fuck it and asking someone, like, I don’t know, one of us, to just take your virginity?”

Your breathing caught in your chest. You stared at Sirius, a million thoughts coming to your head but you couldn’t articulate any of them. You had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I’ve thought about losing my virginity, yeah, that’s normal,” you explained.

“To one of us?” Remus asked.

You could lie. You could act disgusted at the question and walk away now, or, you could tell the truth, and risk ruining your entire friendship. You could also tell the truth and potentially gain everything you wanted.

Your voice became small, your eyes watching your hands fidget in your lap, “maybe.”

The boys all exchanged a look between one another.

James was the only one who was able to pull himself together. “W-who?”

You titled your head up at him. “What?”

James sat down on the bed next to you. “Which one of us?”

You could physically see all the boys tense up, ready to be filled with either pride or jealousy. Sirius and Remus were staring daggers at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. James kept his eyes on you as well, trying to make you feel less intimidated and tense than Sirius and Remus were.

Your eyes darted between all of them, “I-“

You were evidently nervous, and Remus felt bad. He knelt on the ground in front of you, taking your hands in his own. It was the most intimate gesture you’d received from him yet. He kept his voice soft. “Angel, you don’t have to tell us, but we really want to know. I promise none of us will be too hurt. Please,” he almost begged.

You sighed. You weren’t worried because you only thought about one of them, you were worried because you were embarrassed to tell them the truth. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “All of you.”

They were not prepared for that answer.

Remus and James stared at you and tried to process your words. Sirius was more of an “act on impulse” and “speak without thinking” kind of guy.

“Fuck off,” he said, “all of us?”

“Mhm.”

“Like at the same time?” he pushed.

“Sirius-“ Remus warned.

“No, no, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, attention back on you, “I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about losing your virginity to all three of us. At the same time. I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about us fucking you.” He was standing dangerously close to you now.

“I- I have,” you said, blush evident in your cheeks.

Sirius growled. “Remus, move.”

“Excuse me?” Remus snapped back.

“Move.”

Remus sighed and moved out of the way so that Sirius was standing directly in front of you. “You stop us if there’s anything you don’t like. Understood?”

You nodded your head, but that wasn’t enough.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you retried.

Sirius gave you a small smile before grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head up and leaning down to give you a long, intimate kiss. Once you had settled in, he deepened the kiss, his carnal desires taking over. He slowly leaned you back on the bed, your legs still hanging off the mattress, as he placed one knee next to your waist, holding himself up as he continued kissing you. When your back hit the mattress, you held the back of Sirius’s head to keep him in place.

You felt one of the boys behind Sirius, pulling your pants off and leaving your lower half nearly exposed.

Sirius flopped down on the bed next to you, still kissing you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

James slowly kissed up your thigh, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your underwear right above your heat. You gasped, but Sirius didn’t let you break the kiss.

“Sirius, come on, give her a break,” James pleaded, “I wanna hear her.”

Sirius groaned into the kiss before breaking it, looking down to James in between your legs. “Well, go on then.”

Sirius was still feral and needy, pulling your shirt over your head and ripping off your bra, immediately going to grab and kiss at your breasts. You were embarrassed at the exposure, but everyone was moving on your body so fast that you didn’t have time to think about your body being on display.

James pushed your underwear to the side and kissed your folds, causing you to squeal. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but you were growing wetter and wetter by the minute. He pushed your folds open with his tongue, licking and flicking at your clit. You whined and threw your head back. He continued his actions, peeking up at you from between your legs, watching you come apart as he ate you out like a man starved.

“Take it easy,” you heard Remus say from behind your head, “you gotta remember she’s never done this.”

James moaned into your cunt as a response, sending a shiver up your body, causing your legs to shake slightly. He kept sucking and licking circles around your bud, and you couldn’t help but grab the hair at the back of his head, pushing him closer into you.

“Good girl,” Sirius cooed from beside you, touching every exposed part of your body that he could.

As James’ tongue quickened, your whines grew louder, but you tried to tame them and save yourself further embarrassment. Remus noticed and was not happy. He grabbed your face and forced your neck to look backward at him. “Are you holding back?”

“N-no,” you said anxiously, not sure if it was the truth.

“Ah, but I think you are,” he started, “and we don’t accept that. Let us hear you.”

“But I’m emb-“

“I don’t care if you’re embarrassed. Stop holding back. Now.”

Remus’s demanding and controlling demeanor only added at the pleasure James was giving you with his mouth. You did as he said. James continued to quicken his pace, whines and moans falling from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” Remus asked.

“Yes, Rem, I-“

“No fair!” Sirius suddenly exclaimed, “if you ask her all the questions, you get to hear her moan your name. Selfish prick.”

“Are you gonna let this be about her or what?” Remus retorted.

“I am! I should be asking you the same thing, why do you always get to be in control of everything?”

They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, but the entire time, James remained focused on you. He watched from between your legs as his tongue made you squirm and moan, and he had you nearly seeing stars.

You desperately tried to tell him you were going to come, but Remus and Sirius were too busy bickering for James to hear you. You tapped at his head to signal him, and he got the message, sucking at your bud until you finally came. Your chest rapidly rose and fell as James continued to lick you until he had tasted every last drop of cum from your hole, standing up and placing a wet kiss on your lips.

“What, did you just give up?” Sirius asked when he saw James standing.

“No, idiot, she came,” James replied, “you two dickheads were too busy arguing to notice.”

Remus’s nostrils flared. “You just let us keep arguing?”

“She tried to say something!” James defended you, and partly himself.

“Baby, you ok?” Remus checked in.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“You got a little more in you?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me?”

“Mhm.”

Remus pulled his pants and boxers down and climbed on top of you, pulling your underwear completely off of you as he placed his knees on either side of your waist.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to confirm your consent.

“Yes,” you responded.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with it being me?”

Instead of responding with words, you tilted your head up and kissed Remus, assuring him that you wanted it to be him. You would have been okay with any of the boys, but Remus was always so in control, it made sense that he would be your first. Your relationship with him was always a little less silly, and a little more intimate, than your relationship with the other two.

“Are you ready?” he checked, lining up his already hard cock at your entrance.

“Yeah,” you replied, “just- please be nice, okay?”

Remus smiled, “of course, baby.”

You nodded at him and locked eyes as he slowly pushed into you, a long gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was taking you a while to adjust to his size.

“Shit, Rem,” you breathed out, “you should have warned me that you’re that fucking big.”

Sirius growled next to you, your words driving him crazy. He couldn’t help but pull out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched you.

Remus gave you plenty of time to adjust before you nodded at him, signaling that he could move. He started slowly, pushing in and out of you as an excruciatingly slow pace. It burned, and you almost told Remus to stop, but after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over.

A particularly filthy moan left your lips, and Sirius cursed under his breath. James appeared behind your head, stroking your hair as Remus’s head dropped to your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace.

“Shit, baby,” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good.”

“You look so fucking good,” Sirius breathed.

“Thank you, Siri,” you cried out, causing Sirius to cum in his hand, the nickname making him lose all control.

“What a good girl,” Remus spoke, his thrusts quickening until he was causing your body to jolt upward with each hit from the force, “you’re doing so well.”

James placed a kiss on your forehead and you reached up to grab his hand for leverage. You squeezed his hand, the pleasure between your legs becoming almost too much.

“Relax, baby, you’re being such a good girl,” James said.

Remus’ breathing quickened. “You’re so tight, angel, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m not gonna last,” he warned.

“I c-can’t help it,” you told him.

“I know baby,” he replied.

“I d- don’t know how to m- make it stop,” you said.

Remus giggled, “you don’t have to make it stop. It feels good for me.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, “that’s good.”

Remus giggled again. You were so cute, even in the middle of losing your virginity. Remus leaned down and kissed you, your lips moving in harmony as he began to pound into you. Any sense of kindness and mercy he had for this being your first time went out the window when you kissed.

Your moans grew louder and louder, and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to quiet yourself down.

“Ah ah ah,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hand away, “none of that.”

“Rem- Rem- I-“

“I know angel, let go.”

Your high crashed over you again, your hips bucking upward to meet Remus’ final few thrusts before he came inside of you, the feeling of you squeezing him becoming too much for him to hold on. Remus stayed inside of you for a moment, watching your face as you calmed down from your high, a slight shake in your legs.

“What a good girl,” James praised, kissing your forehead.

“You okay?” Remus checked in, pulling out of you and standing in front of you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “‘m okay.”

Sirius leaned down to kiss you again. “Everything you imagined?”

“Mhm.” You were too tired to formulate complete words or sentences.

“You wanna skip the party?” Sirius continued.

“Mhm.”

“You wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

“Mhm.” You shifted so your head was resting on Sirius’ lap as he began to stroke your hair.

Sirius smiled. “And then maybe round two.”

[phantomspiderr]

Redamancy

Joaquin Torres x f!reader

The aftermath of sleeping with your best friend is never good—feelings grow where they weren't supposed to, and it drives a wedge in your relationship. Then things change...

warnings: 18+ mdni, fluff, to me joaquin is a very touchy person, little angst(?), overuse of the L word, cocky!Joaquin, mentions of sex, smut, no physical description of reader except being slightly shorter than Joaquin, petnames, mentions of eating and food, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions/description of reader having a panic attack, platonic sam wilson

wc: 8.3K

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“We should really stop doing this,” you pull your shirt over your head and look at Joaquin. He’s still wrapped up in the sheets, his hair a mess of curls and an amused expression gracing his face. He leans on one elbow, body turned in your direction as he watches you dress yourself. 

“Why?” He almost laughs as he says it, and you feel your chest tighten at the sound. 

“Because-“ you actually can’t think of a reasonable way out of this, other than outwardly telling him you can’t keep doing this. “Because you shouldn’t be so distracted.” The lie slips out so easily, but you can't find it in you to look him in the eye when you say it.

“I felt pretty focused last night.” He smugly spoke, a goofy grin appearing. He really wasn’t making this easy. 

“You have better things to focus on, y'know, like saving the world.” You quip back, turning away from Joaquin, unable to glance in those chestnut eyes any longer. You distract yourself by pulling on your pants, acting as if that’s the reason you turned away and not because he has never looked more attractive than in this moment. 

“I can focus on two things at once, you know? I’m very talented.” You can’t help the chuckle that leaves you; his overconfidence always seems to bring a smile to your face. You remember that shy little kid that you’d always share your lunch with, the one whose confidence grew after puberty when the girls suddenly started flocking to him. You can still see a glimpse of his former self every so often, but you love it when the confident man he’s turned into oozes out. 

There’s a deafening silence after he speaks, and you don’t know how to leave now. You’d convinced yourself it would be easy to break off the whole sleeping with your best friend thing. You thought he’d be fine with going back to being just friends. 

“Hey,” Joaquin’s voice is softer than before, coaxing you into looking around at him. There’s concern etched into his features as he sits upright, “If you don’t want to do this anymore, that’s okay.” You bite down on the inside of your lip and swallow down the lump forming in your throat. 

“I just think you have a lot going on right now, Mr Falcon.” You’re deflecting, trying to play off the hurt in your voice and forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Joaquin smiles at you using his new title, but it fades just as quickly as it appeared. “I should probably go.”

“You don’t have to leave.” His reply comes before you’ve even finished. 

“I have that thing and I have to do some stuff, so I should,” you know that he can see right through you. You’ve been friends long enough to be able to read each other like a book. This isn’t how you usually act around each other; it’s odd and uncomfortable, but since you realised you had growing feelings for him, you haven’t been the same. 

It started simple, you worried about him every time he was on a mission, wondering if he’d come home in one piece or not. Then you felt tingly every time he sent a text to say he missed you. After a drunken night, you two had slipped into bed together, and suddenly you weren’t just friends. That began the craving for his touch. Not even in a sexual way, you just wanted to feel his hand on your back, his presence beside you, his head in your lap. You thought about him all the time, too. What was he doing, where was he, did he think about you? But it wasn’t until one of your friends mentioned the way you always lit up when you spoke about him that it all clicked. Instantly, you knew, after over a decade of friendship—and months of occasionally sleeping together—that you were completely head over heels for Joaquin. 

“I’ll- I- see you later,” you scoop up your remaining belongings that are strewn on the floor, haphazardly moving toward the door. Joaquin is moving behind you, softly calling your name as you beeline for the exit. You don’t even stop to put your shoes on, just grabbing them and swinging the door open. Joaquin’s right behind you, just out of arm's reach, and you know he knows something is wrong. You can’t bring yourself to look at him any longer, knowing every second you look, you fall a little bit deeper. The door shuts before Joaquin can reach you, the solid wood separating you both. You stood with your back against the door, taking deep breaths before snapping yourself back into reality. 

You are so fucked.

━━━

A week goes by, and you’ve barely spoken to Joaquin, let alone seen him. You use the excuse that Sam whisked him away for a few days to go on some scouting mission, but now you have no choice but to face the music. The day after they arrived back, Sam had invited a group of people, you included, to his place for a late afternoon barbecue, and you knew Joaquin would be there. 

As you're out on the deck chatting to this woman you’ve never met before, you see him, he saunters in full of confidence with a smile on his face. You can’t help but think about how much you’ve missed him, and it’s only been a week. Your eyes keep moving between him and the woman you’re desperately trying to focus on as she tells you something about her kids… or her cats? Joaquin is welcomed by a few people as he enters the garden, and he briefly stops to exchange pleasantries before moving on. He grows closer, and now you can’t quite drag your eyes away from him. You fight the urge to excuse yourself and immediately go to him like you usually would, but there’s a hidden tension between you both, and it keeps your feet planted where they are. Your attention snaps back to the woman in front of you when you register the tail end of her question. 

“You know what I mean?” You’re so glad she was too absorbed in her story to realise you weren’t paying attention. 

“Uh Huh, yeah!” You nod enthusiastically. 

“Speaking of my husband, I'd better go check that he’s not drinking all of Sam’s beer. It was nice meeting you!” The woman walks off in the direction of the kitchen, and you find yourself looking out to where you last saw Joaquin, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You sigh and lean against the railing, looking down at the gathering of people below. Knowingly searching for that familiar face. 

“You look exactly like a girl I know!” Suddenly, Joaquin is by your side, startling you as he casually leans his back against the railing. “Unfortunately, she went awol about a week ago, but you… You’re the spitting image.” You feel a heat grow from your chest and move upward to your face. He finally looks at you, a bright smile on his face, and sheepishly, you spin the ring on your finger. You can’t bring yourself to respond or even look at him, feeling terrible for your lack of communication. “Hey,” Joaquin nudges you with his elbow, and your head turns slightly in his direction, “I missed you.” That brings a smile to your face as well as an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. 

“I missed you, too.” Joaquin’s smile grows, and he lifts an arm out, signalling for you to fall into his arms like you always do. “I’m sorry for going awol,” you easily slip your arms around his waist as he tightens his around your shoulders. It’s like you can feel the tension disappear the longer you hold each other. 

“It’s okay, just don’t disappear like that again.” Your whole body shudders when you feel his lips on your temple, it’s almost like he knows what he’s doing to you. You’re convinced he can feel the way your heart is racing, so you pull back, keeping a smile plastered to your face. 

“I’m glad you managed to survive a week without me.” Joaquin laughs at your words, and it seems to relax you. He keeps his arm securely around you and pulls you in the direction of the kitchen. 

“Another few days and I would’ve been a goner.” It’s your turn to laugh, and the sound makes him grin, his hand squeezing your shoulder, “Come on, I need a drink.”

Just like that, you both fall back into stride with one another, laughing and eating, then drinking until the sun goes down. 

“I think he’s had enough,” Sam laughs as you all watch Joaquin stumble into the doorway on his way into the kitchen. 

“You’re the one who bet him $20 that he couldn’t shotgun a beer three times!” You point at Sam, laughing too. 

“It was twice! The kid’s just a lightweight.” Joaquin appears by your side, a goofy grin plastered to his face when he locks eyes with you. You can see just by the look in his eyes that he’s tired. 

“I am not a lightweight!” Joaquin’s mind slowly catches up, and he waves a finger at Sam, causing the few people in the room to chuckle. 

“Okay, well, prove it.” Sam slides another beer across the kitchen island, and your much less impaired reflexes stop it from slipping off the counter entirely. 

“Weren’t you just the one who said he’d had enough?” You quip, raising an eyebrow at Sam. 

“I don’t feel good.” Your head immediately whips around to Joaquin, concerned by his claim. His face scrunches up, and a hand comes up to his head. 

“Why don’t you go lie down?” Your hand reaches out to rub his arm, and he just groans in response. “Come on, I’ll take you.” You help him turn back the way he just came, his body swaying so much that you wrap your arm around him. “If he’s sick, you’re cleaning it up, Wilson!” You call out over your shoulder as you assist Joaquin to Sam’s spare room, a room you’ve crashed in a handful of times before. Sam hollers back a few expletives as you exit, but you choose to ignore him. Instead, your focus is now fully on Joaquin. He’s like a dead weight as he sinks more into you the further you walk. He’s all encompassing; the heaviness of his arm around your shoulders, the heat of his body, the strong scent of his aftershave, it’s almost overwhelming.

“Why did you drink so much?” He’s practically whining when you sit him down on the bed, his body swaying slightly. Cautiously, you remove your hands from him. 

“I had to.” You kneel in front of him and start undoing the laces of his shoes, but he is completely unwilling to assist you. He keeps his feet planted on the floor, making it difficult to get the shoes off. 

“You didn’t have to do anything.” You giggle when you look up to see his brow furrowed and his bottom lip jutted out. 

“I did,” he whines again, “had to forget.” 

“You’re not making sense,” he sounds like a small child who isn’t willing to share all the details of why they’re upset. You do your best to manoeuvre his legs up onto the bed now that you've got his shoes off. 

“I love you,” Joaquin whimpers as he finally helps to move his body to lie down. Meanwhile, now you’re frozen, just blinking at him, unsure what to do. “I love you so much, but I don’t think you love me.” 

You’re about a second away from calling Sam in here to clean up your puke. Joaquin’s words render you speechless while he remains unbothered, just snuggling into the pillow, ready to rest. Your mouth opens as if to talk, but only a shaky breath comes out. You stutter out his name but get no response; the man just voiced a deep, dark secret and then fell dead asleep. A sigh leaves you as you look at him, so peacefully unaware that he’s changed your entire life with one simple sentence. You pull a blanket from the bottom of the bed to cover his body and take another look at his face. For a moment, you allow yourself to indulge, your fingers reaching to brush against his cheek. He rubs his face against the pillow like a cat before letting out a deep sigh and relaxing again. 

“The bird brain must come with the suit.”

━━━

You’re startled awake by a hand on your shoulder, your eyes blinking a few times before Joaquin’s smiling face isn’t blurry. It takes your mind a minute to fully wake up, Joaquin’s words filtering through slowly. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He crouches down to be eye level with you. A sleepy smile crosses your face. “What are you doing sleeping on a very uncomfortable-looking chair?” You take a second to remember what led up to this moment, memories flooding back. 

“I was keeping an eye on you. I must have fallen asleep.” You straighten your back, feeling new aches as you stretch. “You were pretty drunk last night.” There’s a grin on his face that you mirror. 

“Yeah, I have a headache to prove it,” he chuckles. 

“Did you-“ he cuts you off before you can even finish. 

“Yes, I took the Advil and chugged the water.” You settle back in the chair, although you don’t relax as you feel Joaquin’s hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth. It makes your heart rate spike. “Thank you for taking care of me, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know that’s what makes me so nice,” you say in a cheery tune, and without thinking, your hand reaches up to smooth back some of the hair that had fallen in his eyes. Joaquin lets out a satisfied sigh when your fingertips press against his scalp. 

“Oh, keep doing that,” he manoeuvres his body to sit at your feet, easily making space for himself between your legs and placing his head in your lap. “‘feels good.” You obey his request, combing your fingers through his hair and enjoying the way his eyes shut softly at your touch. You stay locked together like this for a moment before your brain ultimately begins overthinking. Like he can sense it, Joaquin speaks up, “Why didn’t you just sleep in the bed? It’s not like we haven’t done that before.” He keeps his head planted in your lap, his eyes still shut, he looks so relaxed, but your head swims with anxiety. 

“I told you I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You try to keep your voice steady, convincing yourself that you wouldn’t have rather slept right next to him last night instead of this crappy little chair. 

“So you would’ve slept with me given the choice?” You choke on nothing but air, and Joaquin peeks an eye open before a short chuckle escapes him.

You clear your throat and put on a snarky tone, “I like you better when you’re sleeping.”

━━━

“Please come to dinner,” Joaquin whines, clapping his hands together like he’s praying. “You know that my mom loves you, and you can be my buffer.”

“Buffer for what?” You laugh at Joaquin’s dramatic flair, “Actually, no! Your mom has come here to visit you, not me.” 

“Please, you know she’s going to grill me about my personal life and all this new Avengers stuff.” He now waves his hands in the air, making sure to punctuate every word, “plus she’s been asking about you, so it’s a win-win situation.” You look at Joaquin, pretending to think it over, but your facade fades when he gives you a comically wide smile. You can never find it in you to say no to him, especially when he looks at you like that.

“Fine,” you playfully roll your eyes when Joaquin overexcitedly begins celebrating, “but you’re making tamales!”

You’re stunned when Joaquin’s lips come in contact with your cheek, but you play it off with a small chuckle. 

“You got it!” Joaquin starts walking backwards, the biggest grin on his face as he points at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 6!”

━━━

“Hey!” Joaquin immediately pulls you over the threshold into a tight hug. You barely manage to breathe out a small hi before he’s dragging you into his apartment and presenting you in front of his mother. You pretty much get the same treatment from her; she squeals your name before rushing out of the kitchen. Her arms are around you in a second, and you giggle at her welcome. Immediately, she begins asking you questions, not even allowing you a second to answer before she’s onto the next. She directs you to sit on the couch next to her, and she keeps your hands cupped in hers. 

Joaquin’s mother has always treated you as if you were one of her own. When you were younger and you’d come over to hang out with Joaquin, she’d ensure you were always fed before leaving. She always included you in family outings or Sunday dinners. She was like a second mother to you, and you were always grateful that she loved you so sincerely. 

“Ma, come on, if you’re gonna ask a question, you’ve got to leave room for an answer.” Joaquin interrupts only for his mother to tut and wave him off. You grin when you see Joaquin roll his eyes and shake his head as he moves back to the kitchen. 

“You look good, cariño.” One of her hands strokes your face before cupping your cheek, “Oh, te he extrañado.” You smile so much that your cheeks hurt. You’ve been around Joaquin and his family long enough to have picked up more than a few words in Spanish, and you’ve become somewhat okay at following a conversation in the language. Joaquin interrupts again, calling for his mom to help in the kitchen. She sighs and mumbles to herself, asking how he manages to survive without her, before she moves off to help. 

Only seconds later, Joaquin comes through the kitchen door, his hands raised in surrender, and you can hear his mom telling him off for something. 

“I am not allowed in the kitchen anymore.” He plops down beside you on the couch, resting an arm behind you. 

“What did you do?” You stifle a giggle because you can still hear his mom muttering loudly. 

“I may have burnt her rice a little.” He winces when he says it, and you laugh, remembering the day his mom made him make multiple pots of rice until he got it right. Joaquin complained for a week straight about his arms aching from all the work. 

“You’re never going to be allowed in the kitchen again,” you both laugh, and your head absentmindedly rests back against his arm as the noise dies out. Your heart thumps in your chest at the way he looks down at you. For a second, it feels like you’re being drawn together, an invisible force pulling you both in. You can’t help it when your eyes flicker to his lips; it’s been too long since you’ve kissed him, and your mind berates you for giving that up. You swear he can read your mind because now he’s looking at your lips, and you're convinced he’s getting closer. 

“Come sit!” You both jump apart like two teenagers caught with the bedroom door shut as his mother's voice sounds through the apartment, “The food’s ready.”

You feel happy, and your appetite is sated. You’ve always enjoyed being around Joaquin and his family. It’s a side of your friend that not many get to see. He’s shyer in his mother’s company, not so cocky and over the top but still very much himself. He tells wild stories, going into great detail, and he manages to command the room whether there are 2 or 200 people. But he’s still just that shy kid at his core, the one who clams up when his mom brings up how unorganised his apartment is or how he needs to visit home more often. 

“Mi corazón, when are you going to find a nice girl and give me grand babies?” Joaquin’s mom suddenly blurts out as he refills your glass. He almost spills the drink all over the table at the shock of his mother's words. 

“Ay mami, not this again!” Joaquin groans, a hand coming up to scrub over his face. 

“What?” She looks at you confused before opening her mouth again, “It doesn’t have to be a girl. You want to meet a nice boy?” 

“Ma!” The pair delve into their native language, arguing about the topic while you sit with a hand covering your mouth. Joaquin takes one look at you and you almost lose it, stifling your giggles behind your hand. 

His mother says your name and instantly stops your amusement. “You would both make beautiful grandchildren.” Your eyes go wide, looking at Joaquin and seeing a look of embarrassment wash over him. It’s not the first time someone has said something like that about you both, insisting that you’d both be a good couple, that you should be together. They even did it one time when Joaquin had just introduced his family to his girlfriend of 6 months years ago. 

Joaquin’s chair scrapes against the floor, and in an instant, he’s on his feet. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough!” His hand grabs the almost empty wine glass that sits on the table in front of his mother. He picks up more dishes as she begins to protest, and they argue more. You decide to help with clearing the table, really just trying to avoid being brought into the conversation again. The pair don’t seem to notice you slip away from the table and go towards the kitchen. You can still hear them arguing in the other room as you begin to place the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. 

“She’s going to kill me if she sees you doing dishes.” Joaquin stands in the doorway, holding more dishes in his hands. “It’s the least I can do,” you say while continuing to fill the dishwasher. Joaquin begins assisting you until all of the dishes are put away. 

“Thank you,” Joaquin holds out an arm, hooking it around your shoulders and pulling you into him. You sink into his hold, your arms coming around his waist. It’s almost like you feel his body relax the second you’re pressed together. “You don’t have to thank me for doing the dishes, I told you it’s the least I could do.”

“I’m not talking about that.” His other arm circles around your shoulders, and now he hugs you tightly. His chin comes to rest on the top of your head, “I mean, just thank you. For being here, for everything.” You pull back to look at him, and suddenly you’re hit by an overwhelming feeling. It leaves you frozen, looking up at Joaquin’s bright eyes that stare back at you. There’s a second where his gaze falls downward; had you blinked, you would’ve missed it, but you didn’t, you saw the way he looked at your lips. Now you’re copying him, glancing at his lips, and your breath hitches when you feel his hand come in contact with your cheek. Fingers slowly and deliberately brushing against your skin, your lips part, and a shaky breath escapes you. Joaquin’s eyes keep darting across your face, and your mind races at the close proximity. Your hands slide around to rest on his sides, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to anchor you to him. You both seem to move in slowly, foreheads gently pressing together, and Joaquin nudges his chin towards yours. His lips barely brush yours, breaths mixing for a few seconds. It’s like he’s waiting for you to decide, like he wants to know if you want this too. It would be so easy to kiss him right now, but what would that mean? Guilt begins to wrack through your body. He doesn’t know that you know, you don’t even know if he meant what he said at Sam’s house. 

“I-I,” You stutter out, preparing yourself to ask him if he meant it, but your lack of conviction throws Joaquin. He pulls away from you almost instantly, and you feel a shiver run through your body.

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t even look at you when he says it, and you feel your heart splinter. “No, no, I just need to-” You’re cut off when Joaquin’s mom enters the kitchen, and you both instantly act like what just happened didn’t happen. 

“I cannot believe you would leave your precious mami alone at the dinner table.” She remarks, tapping her hand against Joaquin’s cheek. “I left you your wine glass, didn’t I?” Joaquin quips, directing his attention to his mother now. He slips an arm around his mother’s shoulders and turns her back out of the kitchen. They fall into a conversation and leave you standing, lost in your thoughts, alone in the kitchen.

You’ve messed up, and you don’t know how to fix it.

━━━

You waited until his mom returned to Miami to attempt to bring up the topic of that night, but every time you tried, Joaquin seemed to change the subject. He then seemed to be avoiding you; his messages grew further apart, and his reasoning for not hanging out became less believable as the days went on. It soon turned into weeks of not seeing one another, and your heart ached. You wanted things to go back to normal.

“You ready?” Sam’s voice filters through your thoughts, and you look up at him, a half-hearted smile on your face when you see his hand outstretched toward you. Your head nods as you take his hand and stand from your chair.

Sam had been invited to a big fancy charity gala, and he had asked you to be his plus one, something that you cautiously accepted. It was a big deal to be seen alongside the Captain America, and you knew that Sam had asked you because it would be good for his public image. That and people knew you were both close friends, and nothing more, minus a few stray publications that liked to stir up drama at any given moment.

“You look good.” Sam compliments you once you’re both in the car, and the driver takes off for your destination, you turn to smile at your friend. “Thanks, you don’t look half bad yourself.” Sam swipes his hands against his lapels, clearly feeling himself in that moment. 

The rest of the car journey is quiet, just the sounds of the street outside and the radio that quietly lulls through the speakers. It’s completely the opposite when you step out of the car; there’s a carpet to walk on, and photographers line both sides. Nerves creep in when you take in the sea of people and all the flashing lights, but Sam’s there to help you along. You’re glad when his assistant only makes you stand in a handful of photos; you can already see the headlines that those specific tabloids will make up by morning. You mostly get to stand on the sidelines, watching Sam pose for pictures, and you actually begin to enjoy yourself. You get a laugh out of Sam’s natural charisma when he answers questions in interviews or when he tells the cameras to get his good side. You’re almost done with the carpet when you hear commotion behind you, your gaze falls to the source, and you’re surprised by what you see. Joaquin stands tall in a stunning forest green suit, and you’re genuinely left speechless. Cameras snap pictures of him, then there’s a commotion again when he lifts a hand out to the side, and your smile falls when you see a beautiful woman emerge from the crowd of people on the carpet. She stops at Joaquin’s side, tucking herself under his arm, and they look into each other’s eyes a little too longingly. They pose for pictures together, her hand comes to rest on his chest before she tucks away a stray curl from the side of his face. They appear to exchange words before she giggles at whatever was said, and suddenly, you feel sick. You can’t seem to drag your eyes away from the pair as they move up the carpet together. You feel a tightness spread through your chest, and your clothes suddenly feel like they're restricting your ability to breathe. You can feel all the joy drain from your body, and suddenly the ground feels as if it’s crumbling under you. 

“You alright?” Sam’s hand cups your elbow, pulling your attention to him, and you try to open your mouth to say something, but you only manage to take in a stuttered breath. Your hands feel shaky, and your eyes sting. Sam doesn’t wait for an answer when he sees your distressed state. He’s subtle in the way he manoeuvres you inside, out of the paparazzi's beady eyes. You’re not even sure where you’re going, eyes glued to the ground as your head swims with thoughts. 

“Take a deep breath.” You can hear Sam’s voice, but it feels far away. “Hey, eyes on me.” You look up, overwhelmed to see you’re somewhere else, somewhere unknown. Then your eyes find Sam’s, and he instructs you again to take a deep breath. This time, you try. Sam follows suit; you mirror each other, taking deep breaths until Sam sees you coming back to yourself. “What’s going on with you two?” You’re taken aback by the question, your gaze falling downwards. He doesn’t even have to say his name for you to know who he’s talking about.

“It’s nothing.” You mutter quietly, wringing your hands together as if the nervous tick wouldn’t give you away.

“You just had a panic attack at the sight of him. It’s not nothing.” Sam speaks sternly, and when you look up at him again, his eyebrow is raised; there’s no chance you’re leaving here without telling him the truth.

You can’t look at him when you speak, tears welling in your eyes again. “I’m in love with him.” Sam’s the first person you’ve admitted that to, and if you weren’t in your current predicament, you’d maybe feel slightly relieved by the admission. Sam goes to respond, but you cut him off, feeling the need to give him all the information. “And we’ve been sleeping together.” Sam can’t hide his surprise at that confession, and you find yourself tripping over your words, unable to stop the word vomit. “I mean, we were until I told him we should stop. And then you remember your barbecue a few weeks back?” Sam nods, listening to every word. “Well, when I put him to bed, he told me he loved me, but he was drunk, so he didn’t mean it right?” Sam tries to interrupt, but you just keep going. “Then I think we almost kissed the other week, but I stopped him because I felt guilty for not talking to him about what he said at your house. We’ve barely spoken in the last week, now he’s here with-with.” You can’t bring yourself to admit it, to say he’s moved on to someone else, that he looks happy without you. “ I messed up, I messed up so bad, Sam.” Your head falls into your hands, and embarrassment seeps into your mind. This was not the time or place to have such a breakdown.

“Are you done?” Sam waits a beat to ask his question since you interrupted his prior efforts to speak. You can’t even will yourself to speak again, fearing you’ll make this all worse. So, you lift your head, sheepishly looking at Sam before nodding. “You two are the most oblivious people I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of idiots.” His hand rests on your shoulder, and he cranes his neck down to force eye contact. Your brows join together at his words, but he pauses your stream of thoughts. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Sam pats your shoulder before turning away from you and leaving abruptly. 

Now that you’re left alone, your eyes scan the foreign room. It’s just a small side room, close enough to the foyer that you can still hear the roar of people on the carpet and in the building. It’s dimly lit, but you can make out the few pieces of art hanging on the walls and some scattered pieces of furniture. You find a chair tucked into an alcove near the door, and sit, your foot nervously tapping against the marble floor. The wait feels never-ending. You’re not even sure where Sam was going, what he was doing or why he had you wait here. Did he just want you to get yourself together so you could go out there and do what you were here to do?

The clicking of your heel stops the second you hear the door open. “Careful, man, do you know how expensive this suit was?” You swear your heart stops when you hear Joaquin’s voice. You will the ground to open up and eat you whole, the last thing you want is for Joaquin to see you like this. The pair fully enter the room, and Sam closes the door behind him. “What was so important that I couldn’t finish my conversation?” Joaquin’s voice dies out when his eyes lock on yours, and that sick feeling washes over you again. 

“You,” Sam points in your direction, “up.” You listen to his instruction, standing from the chair as they approach you. Sam has a hand wrapped around Joaquin’s bicep, directing him toward you. Joaquin says a few words, but Sam stops him, holding a hand in the air to silence him. He drops both his hands at his sides before he speaks again. “You two need to talk. Figure out whatever is going on here.” Joaquin keeps his eyes on Sam, looking at him with confusion, which makes Sam roll his eyes. “You are in love with him.” Sam gestures at you, then Joaquin. “And you are in love with her.” He does the opposite now. “Now figure your shit out.” Sam immediately turns and begins to step towards the door. “Where the hell are you going?” Joaquin raises his voice. “Well, I’ve got a better chance with your date than with mine. So, I’ll be out there mingling.” He says matter-of-factly before turning away again and leaving the room permanently.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. It’s so uncomfortable to be like this with your best friend. The silence is eating you alive. Joaquin hasn’t even looked at you since Sam’s proclamation. 

“You two looked good together.” You cringe the second the words leave your mouth, and you look anywhere but at him, even when you know his eyes are finally on you again. “She’s not- She’s just someone from work. I got paired with her for the gala. It’s just a publicity stunt.” Joaquin replies quickly, and you catch him fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket. “She’s nice but she’s not…” his sentence trails off, and your eyes finally fall on him. He looks even better this close up; it makes your thoughts falter. “Not what?” You cautiously ask, slightly scared of the answer. There’s a moment's silence before he finishes his thought. “Well, she’s not you.” He breathes out, and with your eyes on him, you see the nervousness written all over his face. 

“Did you mean it?” The words come out before you can fully register them, and your heart races the closer you are to the answer. “Mean what?” Confusion crosses his features at your question, and you have to swallow down your fear. You’re in this now; it’s now or never. “You told me you loved me, and you didn’t think I felt the same.” Joaquin’s eyes widen, but you continue. “You were drunk, and if you didn’t mean it, that’s okay.” 

“I meant it.” He interrupts, not allowing you to finish whatever you were going to say. Silence envelops you both again. Your mind races, never once had you entertained the idea that he would be in love with you. Not even after he had admitted it to your face. Now you’re unsure where to go from here. 

“I have loved you for a long time.” You look at him with wide eyes, Joaquin’s now the one trying to look anywhere but at you. “When you didn’t mention it that morning, I convinced myself it was a dream.” His eyes are glassy, and you can feel your stomach sinking. “I thought when you cut things off, that you didn’t feel the same. I thought-“

“Stop thinking.” You’re rushing toward him before you can convince yourself otherwise. Your hands go to his face, and finally, after so long, your lips are pressed together again. You’re rushing through it, whereas Joaquin’s slow. His hands hesitantly rest on your hips, and you can feel how tense he is just by being near him. 

“Wait.” You pull your face away the second you hear him speak, but your hands stay put on either side of his face. You’re still close enough to feel his breath on your face. “What does this mean?” Joaquin sounds so meek, and if this were any other situation, you might have laughed. Instead, you look at him and try to convey the emotions that you feel for him. When that doesn’t seem enough, you open your mouth to speak. “It means I love you, too.” Joaquin’s the one who surges forward this time, he kisses you with fervour now. It knocks all the air out of your lungs, and you cling to him like never before. His arms slip around your back, pulling you flush against him now. The kiss quickly becomes passionate, your tongues mingling as your chests heave. Your hand slips into his hair, messing up the styled locks immediately. 

“Hold on.” Joaquin retreats again; he sounds out of breath when he speaks, and your hazy brain becomes confused. Was this not what you both wanted? “No, no. Just give me a second.” He kisses you again as if he can see the panic in your eyes, but you’re still confused when Joaquin moves away from you. A chill hits you now that his warmth isn’t encompassing you. You watch as Joaquin goes to the door, opening it just enough for his head to fit, and he looks out as if he’s surveying the area. Then he’s shutting the door again, and there’s an echoed click before he turns back to you. 

“What are you doing?” You ask curiously as he approaches you. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” The moment he’s close enough, he reaches for you, arms securing around your waist. His hands rest on your back as he dives in for another kiss, this time with the confidence you’re used to. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, under the lapels of his jacket, and you're pushing the clothing off his shoulders somewhat absentmindedly. Joaquin dominates the kiss easily, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he walks you backwards. You bump into the arm of the chair you had perched on earlier, and you break apart momentarily to giggle as Joaquin apologises. His hand comes up to hold the back of your head just before your back comes in contact with a wall. Your lips part once again, both panting as you observe one another. 

“Is this okay?” Joaquin’s confidence falters momentarily, but you don’t allow his doubt to creep in. Immediately, you nod your head before speaking. “This…This is all I’ve thought about for months.” A grin spreads over his face, and his head falls to your shoulder as if he’s suddenly gotten all shy. “Months, really?” His breath hits your neck and causes a shiver to run through your body. Then, as you open your mouth to speak, he presses his lips to your neck, and your breath hitches this time. You make room for him, your head lolling to the side as he continues to kiss along the column of your neck. “Probably since that first night you kissed me.” Your words come out ragged as his hands move along your body with newfound confidence. “Really?” His head raises, and he looks down at you. There’s a dark glint in his eyes, a look you’re somewhat familiar with but haven’t seen in quite some time. You nod your head hastily before you’re dragging him back in. One hand pulls him by the back of the neck while the other tugs on his dress shirt. Your lips are on his once again, you part only for a moment to speak. “I think it’s obvious that I want you. Now, are you going to do anything about it?” It’s Joaquin’s turn to pull you in; he kisses you with passion as his wandering hands attempt to manoeuvre your clothing. Gasps fall past your lips when only moments later, his fingers expertly slip into your underwear. Joaquin pulls his head back, a smirk plastered to his face as he takes in your reaction to his touch. He breathes heavily as he watches the way you keen for him the second he slips a finger into you. Your whole body rises, hands clinging to Joaquin as he finds the perfect rhythm. It’s a blessing and a curse that he already knows all the ways to please you, and he seems to take great joy in that fact. His name slips out of your mouth, mixed with a choked moan. 

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” He kisses your cheek, then along your jaw until he makes his way back to your neck. He slows his hand and eases another digit into you. Your breathing stutters, and instinctively, your leg raises, knee resting against his hip. Joaquin’s free hand moves along your thigh, holding the flesh firmly in place. The new angle has Joaquin’s palm grinding against your clit and the feeling becomes overwhelming when he picks up the pace. His fingers rock into you quicker now, and you pull him closer, your arm now wrapped around the back of his neck. You had tried to muffle your moans, biting down hard on your lip, but eventually they began to slip through the cracks. You had to clasp your hand over your mouth to suppress a particularly loud moan. “Is that it, baby? That feel good?” His voice is muffled, vibrating against your neck. He pulls back after he says it, a dark look in his eyes. An embarrassingly piercing noise escapes you when your eyes fall on his face. A few stray curls fall into his eyes, and impulsively, your hand moves up to push them back. Your fingers barely press against his scalp, but it’s enough for his eyes to flutter shut for just a second, his pace faltering too. 

“I love you.” The words slip out when your eyes lock with his, and you watch a smile grow on his face. Joaquin shifts forward, a chaste kiss pressed to your lips. “I love you.” He reassures before kissing you again, and that’s enough to bring you to the precipice. Your hand grips his shoulder agonisingly tight while the other slips into his hair. The groan he lets out when your fingers accidentally tug on his curls sends you straight over the edge. You tug him forward, pressing your head into his neck as your body is wracked with pleasure. This time feels different to all the times before, something about the confessions of love that made this orgasm feel more intense than the others. Your mind feels dizzy, your fingers ache from how hard you’re gripping onto him, and the blood pumping in your ears is deafening. 

“I got you. I got you, angel.” Your mind had gone blank, but Joaquin’s gentle voice slowly pulled you back. He quietly shushes you when you whine as he gradually slips his fingers from you. “It’s okay, baby. Just hold on for me.” Lazily, you lift your head until it rolls back, thudding against the wall. Immediately, Joaquin’s brows pull together, and the hand that was resting on your leg comes up to the back of your neck. “Hey, careful!” A dopey grin appears on your face as you look up at him. He catches you staring, and the concern that was just etched into his features disappears instantly. 

“You love me.” You’re beaming when you speak, your brain still in a hazy post orgasmic state. His lips curved upwards, and his light chuckle echoed in the room. “Yeah. I really do. And you love me.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, and there are a few seconds where you both just stare into one another’s eyes. “Always.” You both lean in, lips brushing together until a loud banging pulls you apart. You both look at the source before Joaquin turns back to you. “Stay there.” He presses another kiss to your lips before he moves away. The lack of his presence sobers you up instantly, your logical brain kicking in. Your hands move quickly to fix your ruffled clothing as Joaquin unlocks the door and opens it to reveal Sam. Joaquin had tried to only open the door a fraction, but Sam’s able to push it open further without much effort. 

“When I told you to figure your shit out I didn’t mean trigger the security to a possible safety risk.” The colour drains from your face at Sam’s words. “So, you just didn’t want me ruining your fancy suit, is that what it was?” Sam laughs, smoothing out the shoulder of Joaquin’s suit jacket that now has considerable creases in the fabric. Heat creeps up your neck the more Sam teases. “Clean yourselves up and keep it in your pants until you get home.” Sam looks between you both, pointing a finger at Joaquin for the latter part of his statement. “Unless you want SWAT breaking down the door next.” 

Finally, the ridiculousness of the whole situation catches up to you, and you have to cover your mouth as you giggle. Joaquin and Sam look at you for a second before letting out chuckles themselves. Sam slaps a hand down on Joaquin’s shoulder, “I’ll see you out there.” Then he’s gone, and Joaquin clicks the door shut again. 

“Stop laughing, " Joaquin says, chuckling as he approaches you. Joaquin’s words only make you laugh more. It’s only when he stops in front of you once again that they die out. His hands slip onto your waist, and his head falls onto your shoulder. Instinctively, your fingers find their way into his hair again, and he just allows you to hold him tenderly for a moment. 

“I missed you.” His voice is barely a whisper, but you hear it. Your heart aches for just a moment, you had both wasted so much time. You repeat his words back to him before placing a kiss to the side of his head. Joaquin straightens his back, looking down at you again. There’s a look of joy spread across his face, it’s infectious and soon enough, you’re grinning as you look in his eyes. Joaquin leans in to place a single kiss on your lips before he pulls away. You watch with amusement as he adjusts his trousers before he offers his arm to you. Happily, you link your arm through his, and you take a second to look at him again. “Eres tan hermosa,” he smiles softly as his free hand comes up to hold your cheek, and suddenly you feel shy. Your gaze falls away as you lean further into his hand, and Joaquin moves to kiss your slightly pouted lips. He takes his time with the first kiss, then changes to give you a few quick pecks.

“You know my mom’s going to lose her mind when she hears about this.” Joaquin chuckles as he pulls away, his hand falling from your face. You giggle in response before a wave of panic hits you. “Please do not tell her about how this happened!” Your eyes go wide, and it takes a second for Joaquin to register what you mean. Then he’s laughing, “No! No way! Definitely not.” Now you’re laughing, finding his amusement infectious. “Okay, good.” Joaquin takes a step, and you immediately follow, but you halt right as Joaquin’s hand rests on the door handle. You mumble about needing to fix his tie before freeing your arm from his. Your hands delicately flatten the shirt beneath his jacket before adjusting his tie. He keeps his eyes on your relaxed face the whole time, his hands coming to rest on your waist as you fix his collar. 

“I love you.” The words come out of his mouth with ease, a tender smile on his face. Your eyes move up to his, and this time, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you look at him. You push up on your tiptoes so your lips touch his again. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to you saying that.” Your feet rest back on the ground,d and you go back to Joaquin’s side, looping your arm back through his. You reach for the door handle now, slowly swinging the door open before you both step out. 

Suddenly, you feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted. Joaquin’s presence beside you feels so natural, like he was always meant to be there. He looks at you with nothing but love in his eyes. There’s something so precious about the way your heart feels when he looks at you now. You don’t have to second-guess your feelings or the way you act around him. He makes it so easy to feel like this is the way things have always been; his hand in yours, a secret kiss when he thinks no one is watching, or a few whispered compliments, it all feels like it’s meant to be. 

[deesseshesca]

PAC: What they would do to your naked body that they will be afraid to admit ? (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~4 )

No, you are NOT dreaming ... SHE'S BACKKKK !

Pile 1 

Hey  girl/boy  hey ! How are you doing ? Miss y’all so much ! Anyways don't look at me like that … in what kind of mess did you put yourself into ? Imma move on but we definitely circling back to this next time. Now we are all about the way your next partner would dream about treating your naked body but will be too afraid to admit it. 

First thing first, y’all know I am not the one to sell y’all dreams, right ? No coming back did not change that side of me but babe you are the turning point in your next lover's life. I mean there's a clear before and after effect. Now I’m hearing the lyrics of Brokey: When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown

You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out). There's a difference; the second part of the verse does not apply to you. Like you did not do anything to make that person change. You did not want that person to change. They saw what you were about and decided to change their way. You might never know how much of a trash lover they were until they decide to be honest with you. In my vision, I see a guy dressed like a bad guy in the 50s looking at the pretty preppy girl in pink from a mile away and instead of wanting to do bad to her he want to show her how good love can get.She's the only one worth his good side. I aint saying y’all fit that narrative is just an analogy. 

In their mind, there's no crazy possessive act or even passion. If we stick to my vision, they want you in their pretty car, caressing your leg, keep losing themself in your pretty brown eyes (some of y’all have green eyes and enjoying deep conversion. They don't even want to take you out at night because they want to make sure you know they are serious and this is not some kind of trap. Now sometimes, late at night in their room, they may catch a boner because they mind is almost ``forcing`` them to think of you in a more sexual manner. They will think of kissing your neck (not leaving hickeys because the mere fact that you let them this close to your delicate energy is a privilege). Most of y’all in this pile have the bra game crack and under control (I am jealous tell me all your secrets, NOW !), your tits always look the fuck good. They would love to stare at them and you letting them do so not thinking he's a creep or not risking his chance with you. Caressing your inner thigh and also maybe playing a bit with your panties does cross their mind. They never go further than that because they need to focus on the bigger picture which is a long term commitment with you.  At the end of the day, their passiveness depends on your energy. If you ever give them hint of wanting more (fuck me eyes, playing with your tits, nasty texting …), they will jump on the occasion. 

They also enjoy how strict you are and love it when you remind them that you are not the one to play with. The fact that you can drop them that easily is a turn on for them. They also imagine you, squirting all over them. Overstimulating you with their munch abilities and flipping you around on their dicks at night they cant their mind out the gutter. 

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PILE  2

Hey to my lesbian girlypop. How is your cherry doing ? I hope you had all the fun you wanted while I was gone, if not good news the fun is coming. 

Your next partner's sexual thoughts about you, that they would be afraid to admit is that they want you. I think this person presents themself as straight until they meet you and you set fire to their POV. You may actually never know this person is thinking about you that way and if you miss the clue, you are going to miss out on a beautiful opportunity for some good sex because they are pretty lowkey. I ain't going to lie no matter what, this is not going to transform into a full blown relationship. You may have a habit of falling in love with a good box so guard yourself. Don't worry, this person is a gentle soul. I see y’all being FWB. Everytime they are going to think about it in a sexual manner is going to shook them because that's not who they are. They never wanted and thought of playing in the rainbow before you. They will take extra time reminiscing about your tits and your natural curvy body. Most of y’all reading this have an hourglass body or pear body no matter slim or thick. Y’all going to have good sex after having an honest discussion regarding y’all desires and the way y’all want to deal with it. 

Her love language is physical touch. She might get extra affectionate with you because she loves the feel of your bust on her. Another hint, you may need to catch. Funny enough, she also has a habit of falling in love which is quicker than you. Idk the relationship may be chaotic not the toxic kind and the sex bomb. Maybe because it comes with forbidden feelings. Anyways the ball is in your court, you decide if you want to mess with that or keep going in your dry spell era. 

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PILE 3 

How are you doing queen ? It has been a whole month since I left and you are still bedrotting ? What happens with all your goals set in Jan 2025… huh ? No, don't go away, I'm not stepping on your neck (this time at least). I am not here for that TODAY. Today is all about love and good vibes and you deserve all that. Even when you think you don't …

Let's dive into it ! To begin with, your next partner is going to think you are porn star beautiful. Don't worry I was mad for you when I got that message. Me (yesterday) : WTF DO U MEAN PORNSTAR BEAUTY ! Are u sex addicts because I swear my babes deserve better than that … Until my spiritual team told me to calm my butt down. Your next partner is no sex addict and he dont think your makeup is cakey. What he tries to make me understand is you have every attribute to make any man fall on their knees yet you are too insecure. In his sexual dream regarding you, you are more confident. Your dominant planet may be Venus and you may have a stellium in Taurus because everything you do is so sexy and sensual. Some of y’all have a rising sign in Scorpio with all that I have mentioned, damm another day wishing I could see y’all gorgeous face. Your voice is sweet like honey but very sexually inviting. Like you can be reciting a grocery list and you would make these men have blue balls. He could be on facetime masturbating to you just doing your laundry. You have a natural pretty face, your mannerism is enchanting and your voice oulalala dont worry they will not. If in your future you are down for that, you don't have to ask them twice. Calling you is their bad habit. They love receiving voice memos from you. Also they think you are hiding some kind of sexual talent. Maybe you know how to ride it well or you give good head. They know you are uncomfortable when it comes to sex. Most of you, your ex took your spark away when it comes to being sexy (funny this is single since birth …). Or maybe somebody you thought you were in a relationship with the whole time he was cheating with you which took your confidence away and left you with nothing but guilt.They want to feel like a boss, they would probably daydream about taking charge in the bedroom. Not full blown dominatrix but telling them where you want them to put their hands. Where you want them to kiss. Holding their head down while their munching. Would love for you to express how good you make them feel and how it is only them making you feel that way. They LIVE for your validation and YOUR validation ONLY. For some it is someone from your past not the bad ex/situationship is actually somebody you have good moments with but you naturally drift away and you are going to reconnect again. Fucking them would be full of longing and euphoria. Is almost like fucking on the clouds, so dreamy and soft. They can sense a growth in you when they see again, that you may take for granted. When they left you were more of a people pleaser and when they are coming back you have an ease in displaying your boundaries which they are going to be so proud of you for changing. I keep hearing : babygirl & ‘’ I am so proud of you’’. Throughout all your relationship they are always going to celebrate your wins whether they are small or huge. 

This man is definitely a white one. There's a high chance he has blue eyes and blond hair. Also he walks around with a sex playlist … lol. 

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PILE 4

Hey my wild rides. I missed your chaos. Don't tell the other you are secretly my fav energy (y’all : I could have swear a couple post ago, you said gentle & delicate soul were your fav… me: No need to fight ladies, Shesca has enough love for all of you (no me entering my douchebag era)). Anyways what kind of mess did you create and left like it was not your fault while I was gone. Is ok, you right … How could it ever be your fault? 

That being said, let's go back to the business that pays me (shameless promo, go get a private reading !). Talking about shamelessness, you like big dicks. Don't try to hide the cards rat you out a long time ago. Since it is supposed to be for my single since birth, y’all may have a size kinks. Which shows me that your type may be tall muscles guys. You may have something for big biceps. You don't want them gym rat way but more nerds type way that still go to the gym and send you pictures after they are done. I know your pussy just did that crazy twirl, let's calm down lady. The next person you are going to deal with is going to be your dreams come true. They are going to want you to be hooked on them and to only have eyes for them. Honestly they may be quite stoic from the outside in even their sense of style is quite minimal ( just wanted to add that they smell extra good) but inside they are fucking golden retrivers. They would do anything for you to compliment them. They will put that work in the bedroom girl ! Just for you, the pillow princess to say it was good. Is like a reward for them. You guys will need to find a middle ground. That is what they think about because compared to them you are tiny. They can easily break, they are actually scared of hurting you. Or embarrassing you with a run at the emergency room because he decided to go to deep inside. He will have an Aries mars … shit. Big dig, size kink and Aries mars … don't worry I am already calling the police on your behalf. In their daydream regarding your naked body, they are not actually picturing you naked. They are pictureing y’all kissing, caressing each other's body and you asking for more and them telling you, he can't because he is scared of hurting you.  

That person is an amazing cuddler and loves cuddling. Do not joke around about cuddling time, it may be one of your couple's traditions. Maybe before bed is mandatory y’all cuddle. Y’all may also have a tradition of always showering together.  He is also very vocal in the bedroom, talks dirty, moans, grunts and may even beg …

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[yukioos]

I saw ur Izuku post abt him getting teased, and I LOVED IT!!! what abt shoto tho, I feel like it would be so cute!

how shoto reacts when you tease him

shoto didn’t understand what type of change happened when he began to date you, maybe it was a scientific change, or maybe it happened to couples, or maybe he was odd, and he thought about going to the doctor to see if something was wrong with him.

ever since the two of you had the conversation about being girlfriend and boyfriend, he felt warmer when he heard your name, saw a photo of you or something that reminded him of you, or whenever he was near you. his heartbeat would speed up, and for a minute, he thought he had a disorder, something that made him different from other people. he didn’t see couples freeze when the other lays a hand on them or smiles at them! so surely, he was doing something wrong.

but he also doubted himself because he had never seen what a real relationship was supposed to look like. there was a chance couples should get nervous around each other, warm, even, but he didn’t see that between some of his classmates who were clearly in love with each other.

so one day, he decided to look for answers. he didn’t know much about love anyway and decided to go to someone who may know more than him, kaminari, because he was in a relationship with jiro.

“kaminari,” shoto spoke, standing with confidence in his sweats and baggy tee, causing him to snap his head back fast enough to get whiplash.

he smiled and jumped over the couch, “hey todoroki! what d’ya need?”

shoto asked, “you and jiro are dating, correct?”

“yeah man, she’s the best! what about it?” he replied, knowing the boy wasn’t trying to take his girl.

shoto let out a soft sigh, “i’ve began to feel warm around y/n. my body heat goes up like crazy, and my heartbeat races faster than i can think. i think something might be wrong with me, but i always feel the need to be closer to her.”

kaminari stared at him for a minute before letting a soft smirk show, “are you telling me you’re asking me for sex advice? ‘course, man, i’ll help you!”

shoto’s eyes widened and he backed away for a second, almost holding his hands up in defense, “what— no— i just want to know if it’s normal for me to feel that way,” he mumbled, feeling embarrassed for asking the question. he shook his head, “nevermind, i’ll look it up or something,” and he retreated back to his room, staring up at the ceiling as he lay on his bed.

he wished with every inch of his body and soul that kaminari wouldn’t tell you about their conversation.

suddenly, as you were dancing in mina’s room with her, your phone beeped, with a text message from kaminari. you paused your jumping and dancing, and you and mina huddled up to your phone with curiosity.

she tilted her head and asked, “why is kaminari texting you?”

you shrugged and opened your messages app, seeing a text that read, ‘y/n your man is literally OBSESSED with you!!!!’ ‘he told me he gets warm around you and his heartbeat races so fast, he can’t even think when he’s with you’ ‘anyway i think it means he’s scared to ask to do a certain act if you know what i mean’ with a couple of emojis at the end.

you grinned at the messages, and the pink-skinned girl next to you giggled, she suggested, “y’know, since he’s obsessed with you and stuff, you should tease him! act more romantic, give him a couple more kisses on the cheek and hold his hands, make him even more nervous! i notice how he looks at you, and when you wear those sexy tank tops that show off your,” she looked down and wiggled her eyebrows, “he blushes so hard!”

you rolled your eyes at her compliments, then nodded, agreeing to her plan. you wondered how he would react to all your advances, considering you were the first person he was in a relationship with.

when you started acting touchier with shoto, he acted shyer and sometimes even averted his gaze when you talked to him. it was too embarrassing, too overwhelming. why were you suddenly showering him with so much more love? did he deserve you?

and when the two of you would sit together in the pool with all your classmates late at night, you would press yourself up against your boyfriend, causing him to blush and look away from your body, wanting to be respectful. you could tell how nervous you were making him, and you enjoyed it so much.

at one point, the two of you were watching a movie in his room, and he was talking about something when you placed your hand on his muscular thigh, rubbing his soothingly through his sweatpants.

he again, began to feel warm all over his body, especially in the place where you put your hand. he paused with his words and held his breath, almost sweating from the close proximity.

he mumbled, “i— i need to talk to you about something,” he kept his eyes off you, and for a second you started to hesitate with you and mina’s plan. were you going too far?

you took your hand off his thigh, and his eyes slightly widened, but you replied, “yeah, sho, what is it?”

shoto shyly grabbed your hand and held it, then paused, was he ready to tell you how he was feeling? he needed to get it out somehow, so he continued, “i’ve been feeling warm around you. like, really warm, burning even, and it happens when someone mentions or name or i see something that reminds me of you. my heart beats so quickly and it’s making me worried.” he paused, “is there something wrong with me?”

you tilted your head and your heart warmed. there was no need for either of you to feel worried. you eased his thoughts by placing a hand on his chest and rubbing it up and down, then giggling, “i think you’re just a little nervous around me, sho,” then placed a soft, teasing kiss on his neck, “don’t worry, it’s normal.”

“i feel like i need to be closer to you, but it’s never enough,” he paused, a little sad at the words that came out of his mouth.

you kissed his soft lips, and he let out a soft sigh, placing his hand on your back so you wouldn’t fall back. your hand traveled under his shirt and ran down his abs, causing him to softly gasp. your fingers eventually trailed farther down, and you felt a tuft of soft hair from his happy trail.

suddenly, you pulled your hands away and wrapped them around his neck, making him almost whimper from the lack of touch.

“yeah, i wish we could merge souls or some shit like that,” you mumbled, drawing back to the conversation earlier.

a moment of realization popped into your boyfriend’s head. he raised an eyebrow, “you’re just teasing me, aren’t you?”

you paused and tried to hold yourself back from laughing, but you couldn’t help yourself. a chuckle escaped your mouth and you nodded.

shoto, in response, rolled his eyes and smiled at the sound of your soothing laugh.

GUYS I LOVE SHOTO SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS!! also i’m so glad you liked my izuku post abt him getting teased too lol

[tobesolnelyx]

Fratboy shauna beating the shit out of some creep who tried to feel up her girl at a party. R is pissed but more upset and shauna mauls the guy. When Shauna's done she takes reader out to cool off and gets kisses on her bloody knuckles.

— that’s the way love goes || fratboy!shauna shipman x reader

a/n: I SWEAR, I WAS AIMING FOR A BLURB BUT I STARTED WRITING AND I COULDN’T STOP

summary: some creep is bothering you. naturally, your girlfriend smashes his face. hurt/comfort. girlfriend!shauna. modern college au.

warnings: alcohol, mentions of drugs. sexual assault. violence.

word count: about 1.9k

You had no idea where you lost your girlfriend. One second she was holding your hand, the next Lottie ran up to her, saying something about an emergency. You barely caught what it was about over the blaring music and the screams of other students, either high or drunk, stumbling around the frat house. Shauna only had time to lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, or at least something that was supposed to be a kiss. She quickly promised she’d be right back and… that was the last you saw of her.

You figured it must have been something truly urgent, because Shauna would never leave you completely alone at a party. Especially not when most of your friends couldn't make it that day. Even worse, Nat wasn’t at the entrance checking people in. Okay, maybe she was doing her job halfway, anyway. Maybe she wasn’t always sober enough to properly control who came in. But she’d never let some idiot walk through that door.

The house already reeked of weed and sweat. Everyone’s breath stank of alcohol, while you’d been nursing the same drink for half an hour, wanting to stay relatively sober since your girlfriend wasn’t around.

You leaned against a wall that gave you a perfect view of the main living room. From the corner of your eye, you watched a group playing beer pong all while scanning the room for Shauna. But there was no sign of her, or of any of her teammates. You frowned, swallowed the bitter alcohol that burned in your stomach, and sighed. You decided there was no point in trying to find her. The crowd was big, and you had no idea where she could be. Better to let her find you.

Nat would never have let someone like him get inside. And even though the guy who walked up to you didn’t look like the typical creep that would send you running at first glance, you knew everything you needed to as soon as he spoke. You were dealing with the embodiment of a sleazy, disgusting jerk.

He was tall, wearing a stupid bandana tied around his forehead. He leaned next to you, pretending to be all casual, eyeing you like you were just a piece of meat he could use and stuff his dick inside. You turned your gaze away, trying to ignore him, still searching for Shauna, but it was impossible.

“Hey,” he started, leaning in close. Way too close. “Sorry for getting in your space,” he muttered straight into your ear. He reeked of alcohol. You wanted to move away, but you froze completely. You didn’t look at him, just stared into the crowd, silently begging Shauna to magically appear.

“It’s kinda loud, so I wanted to make sure you hear me,” he chuckled, but you just clenched your jaw. Any idiot could see how uncomfortable you were. Any moron would’ve noticed the tension in your body.

Turned out this creep was fucking dumber than the average idiot.

For a moment, you wanted to say something. Tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. The problem was that despite the crowd, you were alone. No familiar faces nearby, and the guy towered over you. He was probably stronger too.

And in this messed-up world, that meant he could do anything he wanted to you. So you decided that arguing with him could be risky. No matter how disgusting his breath was or how he was poisoning your personal space.

“I can hear you just fine,” you muttered, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. You downed your drink in one gulp, leaning back to set the glass on the nearest table.

You thought you could slip away somehow, but then his hand landed on your hip, and you froze again. Finally, you looked at him. A deep wave of discomfort rose in your chest, so strong that his touch felt like it was physically burning your skin.

He smiled at you in a way that made you bite the inside of your cheek until it bled.

"Hey, you're pretty," he started, and you weren’t sure whether you were more pissed off at him or terrified of what he might do if you said the wrong thing. Not to mention that awful, crawling disgust under your skin, the kind that made you want to escape your own body.

"Maybe we could..." he smiled, and his other hand landed on your ass, pulling you closer. His fingers dug into your skin. The blood drained from your face. "Slip away somewhere? You're standing here all alone, you could use some fun, you know?."

He was still smiling, like it was all some game, while you were actively trying to get out of his grip. His hands were rough, large, uncomfortably warm. Nothing like your girlfriend’s hands.

"No..." your voice trembled from the flood of emotions. Your throat went dry. "I'm not interested." You said it carefully, trying to sound polite, just so you wouldn't provoke him. As if that even counted as provocation.

His grip tightened as you desperately tried to slip away. His fingers pushed unpleasantly under the fabric of your top. You saw his smile flicker and fade, and you realized you’d pissed him off anyway.

"Don’t be a fucking bitch," he spat. His tone had completely changed. Where before he’d tried to sound vaguely charming, now it dripped with venom. With an unspoken decision that he wasn’t letting go that easily. "It’s not like you’ll get a better offer, anyway."

"I have a girlfriend," you said, trying to brace yourself against his shoulders to push him away, but he was stronger. Panic surged in you, but the people around didn’t seem to notice. Too drunk, too caught up in their own chaos. The music was too loud.

"Exactly why you need a real man," he sneered, and his hand started to move dangerously close between your legs.

Shauna burst in like she was on fire, shoving herself between the two of you with such force that you nearly stumbled backward. She immediately pushed the guy, slamming him against the wall. Relief washed over you in a sudden, overwhelming wave, and you instinctively reached out to take your girlfriend’s hand, but she had no intention of letting this slide. Because absolutely no one, especially not some rat like him, was going to touch you like that.

"Get your dirty hands off her," she growled. She was practically boiling. It didn’t take much to piss Shauna off. But it took a little more to drive her into full-blown rage.

"Hey, listen..." the guy raised his hands in mock defense, like he hadn’t just been groping you in the middle of a party. He might have been big, but Shauna had been going to gym for months now, and she had every reason to be proud of what she could do now with those muscles.

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, because the first punch landed squarely on his face. You weren’t sure, but there was a good chance you heard the crack of a breaking bone. The guy slumped heavily against the wall, blood spilling down, dripping onto the floor. The crowd finally took notice of what was happening—someone turned the music off, someone else stepped back.

The room got ten times quieter. You could hear Shauna’s ragged breathing and the guy's groans as he wiped at the blood. You stood frozen, watching the scene unfold in front of you. You had seen Shauna beat someone up once— at a game, after someone from her team got fouled.

But that incident? That was nothing compared to what was happening right now.

The guy pushed off the wall and, likely running on adrenaline, threw a punch that hit Shauna in the jaw. She hissed softly but immediately grabbed him at the waist, slamming him back against the wall. She growled and punched him squarely in the nose. More blood gushed out, and he spat some of it onto the floor. He tried to push her away, but it was pointless, Shauna’s knee landed straight in his crotch. He groaned in pain, trying to curl in on himself, but Shauna wouldn’t let him.

“Touch her again,” she hissed. Her hand grabbed his already battered jaw. A bruise was forming on her own. “And I’ll hang you by your damn balls, you understand?”

Only now did it hit you: you should pull her off him. You spotted Lottie and Nat pushing their way through the crowd, rushing to stop the massacre.

But it wasn’t necessary, because as soon as you took a step forward, Shauna looked at you. Her gaze softened, and it dawned on her she needed to make sure you were okay. Before walking away, she delivered one last punch to the guy’s gut. He retched and collapsed to his knees, curling up on the floor. He was reduced to a mess of blood, bruises, and tears that flowed uncontrollably.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel sorry for him. Not when you remembered how his touch burned your skin, how his fingers dug into your ass and started moving between your legs, even as you tried to get away.

Shauna, breathing heavily, looked around.

“Show’s over,” she muttered, still brimming with fury. Her steps were quick and heavy, but when she grabbed your hand, the grip was... almost gentle. She intertwined your fingers with hers and, with a tenderness that was hard to grasp after what you’d just witnessed, led you out of the crowd.

She pushed the front door open and suddenly you were away from everything and everyone. Under your fingers, you felt the sticky warmth of blood on her knuckles. The cold air hit you and only then did you realize how overheated you were. The night was warm, but your body shook with chills. Or maybe it wasn’t the cold. Maybe the adrenaline was just leaving your system.

Shauna stopped in the middle of the sidewalk when you froze halfway to her car. She looked at you, frowning, and when she saw you trembling, she quickly shrugged off her flannel.

She helped you put it on, and you were immediately surrounded by her scent. That familiar cologne mixed with something sweeter. She even buttoned a few buttons to make sure you were warm. Her hands were trembling, probably from crushing the guy who assaulted you.

She exhaled. For a moment, it was quiet— neither of you said a word. Until the tears came to your eyes. Tears of disgust, maybe fear, that you had felt despite yourself when he touched you.

“Shh, hush,” she whispered and next second you were in her arms. She wrapped you up like the warmest blanket, and your body shook with sobs. One hand circled your waist while the other gently untangled your clenched fists. Her lips were pressed gently to your forehead, planting soft kisses. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”

Her voice was gentle. Shauna had always been gentle with you, especially now.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been there with you,” she sighed, holding you tighter. You rested your head on her collarbone, your arms wrapping around her, keeping her close. The sobbing slowly eased, leaving only a flushed face, puffy eyes, and a dry mouth.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered, and Shauna let out a low hum in response. The kind that told you she’d still blame herself deep down for what happened.

“I could’ve killed that dipshit,” she muttered, pulling back slightly to wipe your tears. “I would’ve done the whole world a favor.”

You laughed softly, and her thumbs paused on your cheeks, holding your face gently. She smiled a little, though worry still played behind her dark eyes. A warm kiss landed on your nose. Then your cheek. Your temple.

“Mine,” she murmured quietly, and you exhaled. You didn’t exactly feel fine yet, but you did feel safer. Now that Shauna was here, touching you with the respect that creep could never understand.

Flannel rustled quietly as you reached out to hold her hands. Shauna looked at you, tilting her head slightly as you brought each bloodied knuckle to your lips and kissed it.

“Baby...” she sighed softly, and judging by her expression, she was melting, though she'd never admit it.

“I love you,” you said simply, kissing the last knuckle. The blood smeared on your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not in that moment. Not when her eyes met yours, and the sincerity in them hit you so hard it nearly knocked you over. Her hands settled on your hips, pulling you close again. You felt her lips, warm and gentle, leave a trail of kisses across your face.

“I love you too.”

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They Unknowingly Bring Up and Insecurity| Seungmin Pt2

Pt1 Pt3

Seungmin sat in the living room with the guys while you were in the kitchen with Lee Know preparing something for your guy's weekly hangout. You all decided on playing monopoly together, with you and Seungmin partnering up.

Bangchan carefully set up the board while Felix was handing out the money.

"Seungmin hyung." Jeongin asked as he handed his elder the thimble to him.

"Is Y/N okay? She's been really quiet. She won't even talk to me." Jeongin's face was droopy as he stuck his lip out. "I was wondering if she was upset about something?"

Seungmin took a breath and spoke quietly. His voice soft and rather sad.

"I think I said something that hurt her feelings really bad." His voice was starting to wobble a bit, and that told Jeongin all he needed to know.

"Did you say sorry?"

Seungmin nodded and his cheeks puffed out slightly as he pouted. "She said she was okay but I don't believe her."

Jeongin grabbed the hat and messed with it. "Well, what did you say to her?" He inquired.

Seungmin pulled out his phone and scrolled up to his texts with you. Which it didn't take long for him to scroll up because you hadn't been texting him as often. He only heard from you for important or urgent things, and he was missing the little random blurbs of somewhat unnecessary - but entirely endearing - information about what you were doing.

He handed his phone to Jeongin and the maknae quickly read it through.

"Hyung, you know why Y/N and her last boyfriend broke up right...?"

Seungmin shook his head and Jeongin opened his mouth to speak but you walked in with Minho with a tray of snacks.

"Did Minho teach you how to make something new?" Chan asked you. Seungmin could tell the rest of the guys had picked up on your odd silence, but you nodded.

"Kinda...he taught me how to set a charcuterie board. It's pretty."

You set it down and Jisung immediately went to go grab something.

"MMM Y/N THIS IS SO GOOD!!" He popped a piece of cheese into his mouth and his cheeks puffed up. "You need to teach me now!!"

The effort Jisung had given to get you to respond was in vain.

"Jiji, I just grabbed the cheese from a package..."

The wide eyed quokka boy scratched his neck. "Oh um. Its still good though."

Throughout the first thirty minutes of you guys playing, minimal conversation was made and Seungmin was feeling antsy.

He missed your voice.

When you stood up to go to the bathroom and go restock the snack supply all the guys turned to you.

"Seungmin apologize. I miss my baby girl..." Jisung whined.

Seungmin deadpanned and Jisung frowned. "What she was my baby girl before she became your baby girl..."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to fix it! I don't know what I did wrong really..."

"Hyung, her boyfriend broke up with her because of her tendency to overshare...and you know...talk a lot."

Seungmin's puppy eyes narrowed as his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"It was a stupid reason to break up really. She only told me because one time she was feeling insecure when we were hanging out and some lady told me that 'my girlfriend talked a lot'; which I told her that I wasn't dating her but also that it didn't matter because I talk a lot too." Jeongin frowned.

Seungmin blinked a few times and bit his bottom lip.

"I don't think she's upset at you Seungmin..." Changbin spoke. "From what I see it seems like she's trying not to be a burden."

"Burden?"

"She doesn't want you to break up with her so she's trying to change that aspect about herself. You're naturally a quiet person and she probably thinks she's too much for you and that you'll get tired of it."

Seungmin shook his head. "No! I could never get tired of Y/N-ie!"

Chan chuckled. "You guys really are perfect for each other." He says, marveling in his work. "But...tone doesn't translate over text."

"And you're a sarcastic motherfucker." Minho adds.

Hyunjin stretches across the floor. "You can say that again."

Jisung huffs. "Well go on and apologize! Because I want my gossip buddy back! She never finished telling me about the drama on her mom's side of the family! I was invested in which side piece got her cousin pregnant!"

Hyunjin shoots up, sniffing the drama. "Ya! Seungmin fix it! I want to know now too!"

Seungmin looked down at the board as he contemplated just how he could fix this.

Because sometimes words weren't the cure.

But actions were.

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Sorry for the short work 🫠. But in all the drafts of my 3 part angst series (oops theres more?) the 2nd part tends to be shorter since its the down hill of the plot.

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Reuniting 1 : Rumi x Jinu

Prompt : Jinu isn't supposed to be alive, but he is....

Authors Note : I actually love them so much. Like so much. Do the children of divorce Jinu's pets, have names? Does anyone know?

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Rumi found herself gazing over the city. A bittersweet smile glossed over her lips as she saw the glow of the Golden Honmoon reaching farther than her eyes could see. 

It had been a few weeks since she had gotten comfortable with showing her patterns. A few weeks since the hunters had successfully protected the overworld from Gwa-mi and his demons. While the remaining four members of the Saja Boys seemed to have stayed behind in the overworld, the majority of their powers had seemed to fade. Besides, they actually seemed to enjoy the idol life, except for their missing leader.

Jinu. Rumi could remember the last time she saw him. He had willingly sacrificed himself for her. For everyone. He gave her his soul. Her hands moved to lay above her heart, where she always believed his soul rested.

She sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. How dare he be so selfless?

She stumbled back in shock at sudden pressure on her leg. Looking down, she was met with wide colourful eyes. Her frown softened into a smile as she knelt down to pet the tiger, the six-eyed bird hovering above his head.

They were all she had left of him.

“They seem to like you more than me”

Rumi froze. There was only one person she knew with such a melodic voice. She didn’t look away from the tiger, not wanting to get her hopes up. What if this was a dream? She didn’t think she could handle it.

She knew she couldn’t handle it. The tears were pushing against her eyes, pleading to fall. The strikingly blue tiger nuzzled against her forehead, almost encouragingly. She took in a breath and stood up and dusted off her pajamas. 

“Still wearing those pajamas, hm?” 

“There is nothing wrong with my pajamas-” her eyes flitted up as she responded. She met his eyes. No one said a word. The golden glow of the Honmoon waves seemed to sparkle brighter.

“Rumi…”

She looked away, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I’m only going to ask you this once,” she began to speak. Every single time she’d dreamt of this moment, he would always disappear before she got an answer. She hoped this time would be different. “Are you real?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly. 

She couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her heart beating. She didn’t think she could handle this being a dream, not when it felt so real. 

She gasped as strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight hug. She couldn’t help but break down. “Please tell me you’re real,” she whimpered into his chest. 

“I’m real Rumi. I’m here and I won’t be going anywhere,” he spoke with such certainty that she was starting to believe him.

The two now lay on the roof of some high building. Rumi’s head rested on his shoulder while he put his arm around her. Jinu wasn’t sure how long it had been since he ‘died’. All he knew was that he was transported into some white room and was left to wonder about his whole life.

Most of that was just wondering about Rumi. His life only seemed to start after he met her. 

“How is this possible?” the purple haired girl muttered as she gripped tightly onto his hand. She needed to ensure he was real, to be completely sure that he was right there.

“I don’t know, and I really don’t care.” He nuzzled against her head, reveling in all the affection she was willing to display. His arm traced over the patterns that decorated her arm. “They’re beautiful, you know?”

She felt her face heat up quickly before pushing him away and standing up. “T-thank you,” she muttered, trying to sound cool. He only smiled up at her, eyes full of awe and amusement.

“What’s with that smug face?” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“What smug face?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.” She turned away, cheeks burning, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her true feelings.

“I saw that~” he teased gently.

Maybe he should’ve stayed wherever he was. But then again, she would’ve missed him way too much. And let’s be honest. He couldn’t live without her anyway.

Wait… How were they gonna tell the others?

[oopsiedaisydeer]

how to lose a guy in 10 days

slow burn, mutual pining, dual pov, fake dating, angst, comedy, miscommunication, fluff, enemies to lovers (kinda)

day zero one two three four

disclaimer: @whor3ing has an au also inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days which you can check out here!

word count - 1.7k

day two

When Matt woke up the next day, he was immediately greeted by Chris’s smiling face.

Sure, some people out there would probably love to be woken up that way by his younger brother. But personally, at 21 years of age, it was a bit much. If he’d been any closer, he probably would have been creeped out.

“Sooo, how did it go last night?” Chris asked, kneeling on the edge of his bed, his elbows dug into the mattress as he bounced slightly, bare knees denting the blanket, way too excited for whatever time it was.

“What?” Matt responded, voice barely working, the response low and gravelly as he spoke.

“Did you find a girl? Or am I getting my $15k?”

Matt groaned again, his hair matted to one side, cheek red from the pillowcase, too tired to even remember his own name. He rolled over, turning away from Chris as he pulled the blanket closer to his face, curling in on himself.

“Ten days, bro. You fall in love, I lose. She walks? I win.”

Chris grabbed a fistful of the blanket and yanked, sending a draft of cold air over Matt’s bare chest. Matt flinched, ribs rising in protest as he swatted at him blindly.

“Chris!” Matt exclaimed, to which his brother simply giggled in response.

“Just tell me and I’ll leave you alone!” Chris said, barely containing the glee in his voice.

“Will you give me back the blanket?”

“‘Course” Chris mumbled, releasing his grip on Matt’s duvet.

“Met a girl. Got her number.”

“Oh I see how it is, rizz face.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Come on, you gotta at least tell me her name.”

“No.”

“Did you ask her out yet?”

Fuck, Matt thought. He really did need to get a move on. How many days did he have again?

“Yeah, going out tonight.” Lie. Big fat liar.

“Where ya taking her?”

“Goodbye, Chris.” Matt mumbled, voice muffled as he pulled the blanket back over his face.

“Ugh, fine, be that way!” Chris groaned, and Matt heard him shuffle off the bed and his door shut.

Ah. Peace once more.

Meanwhile, as she woke up, she was excited. Happy, even. Couldn’t believe her luck. How easy it had been.

Oh, she was going to make this man a fool.

She sat down at her kitchen table, stretching her legs across the other chair, one hand cradling a chipped mug of coffee while the sunlight dappled across her notebook pages. She smiled into the warm drink, lips curling lazily against the rim, ink smudging faintly under her wrist as she flipped a page in her notebook.

The plan was simple. Research his interests, charm him to death, and then strategically sabotage everything.

And by simple, she meant morally questionable, and probably going to get her sued by HR if anyone ever found out.

But still.

He had made it too easy.

Matthew seemed like a golden retriever with a guilt complex and looked like he might genuinely cry over Pixar shorts. What was she supposed to do?

One quick scroll turned into twenty minutes on his tagged photos, a deep dive on his brothers’ youtube channel, fan edits (any guilt she felt for him disappeared after finding out he was an influencer). And, critically: a discovery.

He was a Celtics fan. Like, deeply. Viscerally.

One of his comments on an instagram post confirmed it all: “if derrick white ever makes eye contact with me it’s over for everyone.”

So she bought tickets. Not cheap ones. Not nosebleeds. Not courtside, either. Lower bowl. Decent view. Enough to be generous. Not enough to look like she was trying.

Except she was, in the worst way possible. 

At least it was with the company’s credit card.

When he pulled up later that day, she leaned against the doorframe of her building with sunglasses perched in her hair and a too-sweet smile. He waved from behind the wheel, drumming his fingers on it nervously until she approached. She immediately opened the driver’s side door, ushering for him to step out.

“What?” Matt said, a dumb look on his face as she practically pulled him out of the car.

“I want to keep it a surprise!” she told him, a playful smirk on her face. She beamed as she tossed her bag into the backseat and tugged him out by the sleeve of his hoodie, fingers cold against the inside of his wrist.

Matt sighed, reluctantly crossing to the other side of the car.

She flicked on the turn signal with a smug glance, one hand resting casually on the gearshift. “You buckled up, passenger princess?” she teased, watching him put on his seatbelt with the exaggerated weariness of someone already in too deep.

They drove in pretty much silence, his phone playing music at a comfortable volume, as he fought the urge to fake brake with his foot anytime she slowed down too quickly at a yellow.

As she pulled up to TD Garden, Matt’s mouth fell open in shock. 

“Are you kidding?”

“You like the Celtics?” she asked simply, a sweet but devious smile on her face.

“Fuck, of course I do, sweetheart. I’m from Boston.”

Matt really hadn’t been expecting it. Any of it. The tickets. The seats. The way she slipped a jersey into the backseat for him to wear over his hoodie.

She watched him try not to smile in the passenger seat.

“You brought me to a Celtics game.” Matt’s voice cracked slightly as he stared out the windshield, his fingers tightening briefly around the hem of the jersey she’d handed him, the fabric still warm from her backseat.

“You say that like I dragged you here at gunpoint.”

“No, I just, this is… cool.”

“Try not to cry about it.”

And he really tried not to. Failed a little when they played the hype video before tipoff. He blinked too hard, trying to pass it off like something was in his eye, but the shimmer there gave him away. She stifled a laugh behind her knuckles.

“You’re seriously tearing up right now?” she whispered. 

He gave her the finger.

They were good together. Annoyingly so. It almost made it worse that this was all for work.

He explained plays like she was a child and she mocked his hand gestures. 

She tripped on the last step and a pretzel she’d bought him cartwheeled out of the tray, landing with a pathetic splat three rows down. Matt wheezed with laughter as she stood frozen, scandalised.

They yelled in unison at a ref and then high-fived so awkwardly it made a child in the row ahead of them wince.

She even gave him a sweet peck on the cheek when the kiss cam landed on them at half time. She leaned in without warning and brushed her lips against his cheek, the barest touch… warm, fast, and maddeningly precise. His eyes fluttered closed and his hand twitched in his lap like he wanted to reach for something but didn’t know what. She smiled after she noticed, laughing softly at his expression as she turned her head back towards the court.

It was good.

Too good.

So she did what she had to do.

12 seconds left. Game tied. Stadium electric.

“Hey,” she whispered, lips near his ear. “Will you get me a soda?”

“Now?” Matt questioned, barely breaking eye contact with the ball as it went from player to player.

“I’m thirsty.”

“There’s two minutes left.” He looked back at her finally.

She widened her eyes, pouted slightly. “Please?”

He jogged up and down the stairs two at a time, sneakers squeaking, Coke sloshing dangerously in one hand, his hoodie sticking to the back of his neck with sweat. Mission completed in 30 seconds. He could be a gentleman and still catch the end of the game.

She took a sip, and immediately scrunched up her nose.

“Aw baby, this isn’t diet,” she said, offering it back to him.

Matt was stunned. His eyes tore away from the game, blinking as he took the cup back from her dumbly.

“Are you serious?”

“So serious, Matty,” she stuck her lower lip out dramatically, then immediately winced, one eye shutting like the nickname physically pained her.

A conflicted look crossed Matt’s face as he looked between her sulky expression and the players on the court.

Then he bolted, running up the stairs towards the concession stand like he was the one about to shoot the winning goal.

When he came back, the game was over. They’d won by a point. And he hadn’t seen it.

“You missed it?” she asked, already on her feet, clapping, pout still on her face.

“I was getting you a soda!”

“That’s not my fault, baby.”

“You asked! You—” Matt tried to explain, exasperated and not knowing what to say. He took his cap off and ran his hand through his hair.

She laughed at him, petting him on the arm as she leaned up to kiss his cheek again.

He tried to look mad. He failed.

“I hate my life,” he muttered, sitting down in his seat, dragging a hand over his face. The soda lid popped off slightly as he set it down too hard in the cup holder.

“No you don’t.” she said, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

Matt looked up at this girl, the one who’d already worked her way into his life. All because of a stupid bet. He had to stick this out. 15 thousand dollars.

He stood up, determined to not what had happened ruin the night.

“Right, let’s go home, angel.” Matt said solemnly, offering her his hand as he began leading them out with the rest of the crowd.

She curled her toes beneath the blanket, the glow from the screen lighting up her cheekbones as she grinned, heartbeat kicking up just slightly.

This was going too well.

He was supposed to mildly dislike her by now.

And yet here they were, still texting. Still smiling. Still playing along.

She closed her phone and scribbled a note in her journal:

Day 2: Sabotage the sacred… soda > sports. He liked it. Freak. #fail

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

a/n: bit of a longer chapter but i hope u guys enjoy!!! also pls ignore the floating emojis i'm too lazy to fix them😓 this series is soo fun to write sdjbhdjs

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated :)

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i miss you

theodore nott x reader

yeah this is gonna be angsty.

synopsis - a mini-series where reader and theo break up after a three year relationship and struggle without each other. eventual hea. this is more like excerpts and moments between the two of them than a full story. part two coming soon.

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1.2k words

song - i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrahams

slytherin boys works

"i think we should break up."

you and theo spoke at the same time. both with tears in your eyes. after a three year relationship, neither of you really wanted it to end, both still harboring feelings for each other but after not speaking practically all summer, it seemed like the best option.

"i don't want to make things awkward with our friend group. but outside of group events, i think it's best we don't talk."

the boy in front of you nodded his head silently in agreeance. sobs wracked your body as theodore nott, your now ex-boyfriend pulled you into a strong hug. it felt like your heart was splitting in two. for the past three years, you'd known nothing but theo.

after an eternity, you both stepped apart and you shared a deep kiss. your last kiss. it was salty with the taste of both of your tears.

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in the weeks that followed, you were the most miserable you'd ever been in your time at hogwarts. keeping your distance from the person who'd not only been your lover, but had become your best friend as well, was the most difficult thing you'd ever had to do.

everything reminded you of him. every path you took seemed to take you to theo. it was like the universe wanted you to suffer.

no less than four weeks after your breakup, word spread quick that marcus flint was planning on asking you out. before, no boy at hogwarts even dared to look in your direction in fear of what theo might do to them. but you supposed that didn't matter now.

you were eating breakfast next to luna. she was a little odd but she'd become an unlikely friend in the aftermath of theo. a dark brown owl that you recognized at the nott family owl dropped a note on the table in front of you. your name was scrawled across the front in handwriting you recognized.

luna placed an encouraging hand on your shoulder as you picked up the note with a shaking grasp. unfolding it, a message had been hastily scribbled.

"i miss you. i know you said that we're not talking, but can i see you? please?"

you looked up and met the intense stare of theo.

a single nod confirmed his request.

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"how are you?"

you almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of the question. given your matching eye bags and teary eyes, neither of you were handling the split well.

"it's not hard to tell, nott. just ask me what you want to know."

theo kicked bitterly at the pebbles beneath his feet.

"i hear flint is planning on asking you to hogsmeade." he spit the words out like he couldn't believe someone was asking you out. the girl who wasn't his anymore.

"you don't have to worry, nott. i still love you. i promise."

"look, i'm not happy with this either, y/n. nothing happened in the way i wanted. but do you have to call me that? I hate it when you call me nott. like i haven't been the guy wiping your tears for three years."

you felt your eyes swelling. not even trying to stop the tears, you cocked your head sideways and pinned theo with a single heartbroken look.

"yes. i do. because i'm scared that if i call you theo, act like we're friends, smile at you and watch you smile at me, that i might never stop crying."

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two months after your breakup with theo and you still hadn't stopped crying. you knew it would hurt. but this was inexplainable.

after your meeting in the astronomy tower, theo stopped showing up to meals. and classes. in fact, you hadn't seen him leave his dorm since. three weeks passed like a blur and before you knew it, snow was falling.

with christmas around the corner, you began handing out presents to your friends. one in particular sat in the corner of your room. the dark green wrapping paper had stood out noticeably from the silver snowflake wrapping paper you'd used on all the other gifts you'd given this holiday.

you stood across from mattheo, theo's roommate, and held out a folded piece of paper to the boy. mattheo took it, albeit confused.

"what's this?"

"for theo. just... give it to him. please."

mattheo nodded, gave you a quick hug and then scurried off in the direction of the boys' dorms.

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"i got your note."

the deep voice of theodore nott startled you.

you placed a hand over your heart, having nearly jumped out of your skin. the sight that greeted you was nothing less than gut wrenching. the sweet hopeful boy you once dated was gone. in his place was the hollow shell that he'd been when you first met him, before you started dating.

he was thin and pale, noting to the fact that he'd barely eaten in the past few weeks. where you'd finally started to sleep a little easier at night, theo looked like he hadn't sleep in weeks. years even. if it hadn't been for the familiarity of the warmth of his gaze, you would've sworn this was not theo.

an involuntary gasp escaped you.

"theodore!"

you resisted the inherent urge to begin fussing over him. he watched you with a guarded stare. after a few beats of tense silence, you held the gift out to him.

he eyed it with apprehension.

"i bought it before..."

you didn't finish your sentence. you didn't have to. theo's head tilted back in realization and after a couple pensive breaths, he took the present.

he toyed with it in his hands for a few moments, as if deciding whether or not to open it. he seemed to have made a decision when he undid the white bow you'd carefully tied atop the small box.

inside was a silver chain. it was thick with a small delicate looking circle on the end.

"what is it?"

you chuckled slightly at his bluntness. he'd never been one to beat around the bush.

"it's a muggle thing, i think. my cousin was telling me about it. anyhow, you shine a light through it and, well," you spoke a soft lumos and shined your wand towards the circle. on the wall behind you, a picture appeared.

a young isabella nott was laughing with a young theo at a beach on a beautifully clear day. her smile was bright and contagious even through a picture. it was honestly the happiest you'd ever seen theo in your years of knowing him.

the moment theo saw the picture, he broke down. you really hadn't meant to make him cry.

"i'm sorry. i just wanted you to have it."

you knelt down next to him, and he immediately latched onto you.

"i can't- i can't do this without you. please."

this was the second time that theodore nott had begged you. the look in his eyes was all it took for your resolve to break.

"we fucked up bad, theo." you cooed softly to him as you rocked him through his sobs. "this breakup has tested... everything i thought i knew about myself. but i miss you. so we can talk about it."

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7.8.2024

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Second Best - Jungkook (part 5)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Jungkook’s feeling down lately.

After leaving Sewoon in the club, he hopped on his motorcycle and started driving until he reached his own home. Opening the front door he looked around and was emerged by this void feelling. He didn't know what was going on and why he felt the way he did. It wasn't a normal reaction of his. His night even went okay, he was having fun with his friends and kissed the girl he was in love with. How come everything turned out to this shitty. 

Then he remembered Y/n, the way she spoke with him before leaving. Did he say something he wasn't supposed to? Was she mad because of the guy she was sad for? He picked up his phone and called her, not once, not twice but four times. In any of those tries did she pick up.

“Hey Y/n. Just wanted to let you know I’m home and safe. I’m sorry the way things went out tonight, it was a very confusing night. Are we good? We never fought before and I'm lost here. I just-- I want you to know I care about you Y/n, a lot. Never forget that”  

Five minutes later: 

“Please call or text me when you get the chance so I know you are okay and we can talk about it” 

"Don't leave me in the dark Y/n. I'm beggin you. Talk to me or else I'll lose it"

Nothing. After millions of calls and text the response was not what he was expecting and it was driving him insane. Breathing heavily he sent one last text

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Sitting down on his couch waiting for a call or reply from you was being a nightmare. It's been an hour and he got nothing from you. He fucked up bad. "Shit”. Then his phone started ringing and he answered it so quickly he didn't have time to see who it was, almost dropping it midway.  

“Hello?” 

“Hi Jk.” Sewoon replied on the other side. “Did you get home already? I wanna apologize for the way I spoke earlier about Y/n. You’re right, I shouldn’t have take it so easily and said those things. Were you able to talk to her after?” 

“Ahhh Sewoon. No I didn’t. She's probably asleep. I’m sure she’s alright.” Jungkook said nervously. “she better be. She’s not home either. I went there and no response” Sewoon said and Jungkook mind stopped working. What does she mean she's not home either? Did she really went out with some guy? She was never the one to behave like this. Only if she was --

“Jk are you listening to me? Can I come over to yours? Leaving Y/n aside for a bit, I thought we could have some fun I saw how stressed you were before. I want to help you shake it off a little, like old times”

Jungkook could only laugh to himself thinking how crazy he was when he said “I’m sorry Sewoon, not today. I’m tired and wanna get some rest okay? I'm sorry. If you get any info on Y/n, please tell me yeah? Just to be sure she really is okay. Sleep thigh"

Dropping his phone next to him, he turned the tv off, went to his bedroom, laid down and tried to find a way to sleep

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Y/n called her manager the next morning asking for some days off, caliming she was having some personal issues and needed some time to fix them. The manager put no restraining to that, giving her a week off since she never missed work and was a great employee. She knew that too damn well.  She spent her life that goddamn coffee shop trying to earn every penny she could .

After drinking with Lisa and clean the mess they made she tried to get some sleep. Everytime she was about to close her eyes her phone screen would light up. She would look at it. Another notification from Jungkook and one in particular from Sewoon saying “you better had some fun tonight bitch because you leaving the club with someone else ruined my night. Jungkook lost his mind thinking you were in trouble. Call me up".

Y/n couldn’t help but sigh. Was her best friend always so self centered? How come she never noticed it? She turned her phone off and rolled over, finally being able to get some rest until she wakes up with a loud bang on the door and Lisa walking in full of excitement.  

“Good morning lady. Did you pack your stuff already? Pack warm things, a book or two, some pair of boots and lots of socks. We’re going to the snow. Oh and our flight is in about 5 hours. Hurry up”  

You didn’t know if you wanted to kill Lisa or thank her for being such a light in the middle of the storm going in your head and your heart. The next few hours were a rush. Between preparing things, buying others, organizing documents and being ready in time to go to the airport and checking in. In all this time, Y/n hasn't responded to either Sewoon or Jungkook. It was better this way. It was too much on her plate. A burden she had no need to carry.

After all the stress to get there on time they finally managed to sit down in their seats and recover from all the rush. Y/n wasn't definitely used to all of this. After a bit of silence she turned to Lisa and said  

"Jungkook called and texted me several times last night. And Sewoon too. It made me question the context of her text."  

“what do you mean?” Lisa questioned. 

"Basically she blamed me for ruinning her night with Jungkook after I left the club." Y/n retorded. Lisa opened her mouth but then closed it. Y/n wishes she had said what she was going to say, but instead she questioned "Did you answered any of them?" Y/n shakes her head "Good. These days we will have our phones turned off. No Jungkook, no Sewoon and no worries. Let's just have fun and create some badass memories. Deal?”

Y/n has to make sure that after all this mess gets better, to thank Lisa for everything she's been doing for her. Not that she hasn't already. She's so glad she came back into her life at a time like this. It made her compare Lisa to Sewoon. Where was Sewoon in the most difficult moments of your life?

"Deal"

A bit of sadness hits Y/n. She holds Lisa's hand and mouths "thank you" squeezing it tightly. You are going to get through this, like you managed before but this time with someone who truly cares and you couldn't be more relieved by it

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heyy! can you please write something with geto being a nonchalant person but then he meets this girl that’s got him so intrigued, she seems innocent at first but the more they talk the more he realises she isn’t and she’s all he thinks about, at work at home everywhere and obv he starts being a perv and thinks pervy things about her but when he tells her she’s like “that’s what I was going for, glad it worked” so he’s HOOKED also pls pls pls need some size kink there🤲🏼🤲🏼 thank uuu

NOT SO INNOCENT! — GETO SUGURU

SYNOPSIS...when a not so innocent girl like you gets geto’s head spinning, and little does he know that it’s on purpose

INFO...geto x fem!reader, they’re in college, touching, dirty thoughts, jerking off, dirty talk, making out, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thank you for the request anon!

You were Geto’s new class partner, paired up for a project that you guys both had in chemistry. He’s never talked to you before, but he knew you were smart, and quiet, always stayed to yourself. He was hoping with you around that you’d both pass with an easy A, usually opting out of working with others unless it was his best friend—he is sometimes even hard to tolerate.

You’d try sparking a conversation with him, trying to get him to open up, trying to make jokes, he was going to be your partner after all. But, all he did was give dry responses or ignore you, settling for just working in silence instead. But as the days went on, you never failed to keep talking to him, going on about the annoying professor in your history class. He won’t lie, you’ve earned a chuckle from him or two, but still, he would always act nonchalant.

Then, the light touches started after a few weeks, your hand brushing over his when reaching for something, sneaking by him and accidentally rubbing your ass against him. Not to mention when you leaned over the table, your tits threatening to spill out of your cute top while explained some stupid equation to him. Was he not supposed to stare? His eyes would flicker up to your lips, taking notice of the tinted pink lipgloss you wore. He just stared and stared, nodding his head at what you were saying as if he was listening—he couldn’t hear a thing.

He hated to admit that every night when he got back home from working with you, he’d find himself pent up, a tent in his pants, aching to the touch. He’d groan in annoyance because what was it even about you that got him so worked up like this? You’re practically some nerdy, shy girl that he’s partnered up with. Or were you?

One late night in library answered his burning question. That focused look on your face, writing down your notes from your computer as he tapped his pen on the table, staring at you. His eyes narrowed as you stretched, looking away from your computer and back at your notes, when suddenly your pen dropped under the table. “Oh no,” you mumbled, quickly getting on your hands and knees. Geto just sighed, looking back down at his paper to realize he had one sentence written down. He rolled his eyes, but they quickly shot open when he felt your hands on his thighs, so dangerously close to touching his clothed dick. “Got it!” You spoke from under the table and removed your hands from him, sitting back in your chair. Surely that was just an accident, just like the rest of them.

That night, Geto wasn’t even able to make it back home without pulling over in some empty parking lot and jerking off to the thought of you. Every single day and night, you cloud his brain, picturing your soft tits, your plump lips, the way your hands feel on him, and how your ass pushes up against him. God, you’re starting to drive him fucking crazy. He doesn’t like it…he loves it. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, tossing his head back as he grows closer to his orgasm. His eyes are screwed shut, imaging it’s your hands that are making him feel this good, and before you know it he’s cumming so much, broken moans filling up the empty space of his car.

And the next day, he goes about meeting you up at the library like nothing happened, like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you last night. “Hey, Suguru!” You greet with a cute smile, waving at him. He waves back, setting his things down at the table you usually work at. A few hours go by and he’s looking at books on the shelf, trying to find one that relates to your project topic and here you go, walking up to him. “Excuse me,” you say, brushing up against him once again.

Hie clenches his teeth and before he can even think, he snatches your wrist and pulls you towards him. You let out a little squeak, staring up at with confused eyes. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?” He asks, yelling in a whisper.

“What…what do you mean?” You question, your chest flushed against his, the grip on your wrist still tight.

His nostrils flair and he inhales deeply. “Stop playing so innocent. I know what you’re doing, y/n. Always rubbing your ass against me, having your tits out in my face, the accidental touches near my dick. You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?” He stares down at you. “Every fucking day and night I’m constantly thinking about you, getting so fucking turned on, hot and bothered, jerking off to the thought of you touching me. Fuck…” He exhales.

A small smile starts forming on your face before you start giggling, looking up at him. A confused look is plastered on Geto’s face. “Oh my gosh, took you long enough,” you laugh. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice for so long, Suguru. I’m so glad it worked.” You placed your hand on his chest, inching your lips closer to his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said in disbelief. “Fuck you.”

“Oh? When and where? I’ve been practically waiting for that moment.” You smile at him, pushing him against the library wall. “Should we do it right here, hm? Where no one can see us?” You slowly start sinking down to your knees.

“Get up off the floor before someone sees you!” He pulls you back up to your feet, looking around to make sure no one saw the both of you. You laugh in his face, leaning against him.

“Come on, I know you wanna fuck me! I see the way you stare at me, and based on what you just told me…you’re quite desperate.” You reach your hand up to his face, the pad of your thumb ghosting over his pink lips. “I am too,” you whisper.

He stares back at you with dark eyes, and you could tell he’s holding everything back no matter how hard it is, but one more word from you and you’ll shatter that wall and make him lose all control. He can’t help himself when it comes to you.

“Please, Suguru.” The sound of his name rolling off your tongue goes straight to his dick and he realizes he can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck…fuck, okay, okay. Come here.” He pulls you in for a hungry kiss as if he was a starving man. His plump lips colliding with yours, tongues messily moving against each other. At this point, he doesn’t care if anyone catches you both, he just needs to feel you wrapped around him so badly right now. You drive him insane.

yes I left it on a cliffhanger (sorry for being devious)

[girliism]

YOU’RE THE ONLY FRIEND I NEED.

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before patrick there was you. the first person art ever considered a best friend. meeting in the first grade, you being the only kid in your class who cared enough to befriend the new kid.

“what’s your name?” younger you sat next to him.

art surveyed you. with your wild untamed hair, five different band-aids coving your body, and mix match crocs. “art.”

“cool.” you gave him a wide grin.

-

you practically glued yourself to art. where he was you were.

he hated it in the beginning. he thought you were weird and he didn’t wanna brand himself as “the guy with the girl best friend.” but he couldn’t escape you.

it was an odd duo the two of you made but somehow it worked. no matter what it was you guys trusted each other blindly. so when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night begging him to grab his bike and meet you at the corner he couldn’t not do just that.

“where are we going?” art said, out of breath from running from his house to the stop sign with his bike where you were waiting for him. “i can’t be out so late, you know i have church in the morning.”

you rolled your eyes. “can you not be such a loser for like one second little mouse. we won’t even be gone long.”

art blushed at the mention of that nickname. “i’m not a mouse.” he murmured.

the two of you rode through the dark empty streets, the wind was blowing in your faces and your legs burning from how fast you were going.

art slowed down parking in front of the entrance to a hiking trail. “what, uh- what are we doing here?” you turned to look behind you. “follow me and find out.” you had that all too familiar mischievous smile on your face.

you guys walked the trail with your bikes in hand. you led art off the official walkway and into a more secluded place. before art could say anything he was met with the sight a huge lake, the light from the moon reflecting off of it and lighting up the wooded area.

“i found this like two days ago. been dying to show you.” you told him, stripping your clothes to reveal the one piece you had on before jumping in water.

art watched you swim. your body going under for a period of time then resurfacing. you let out giggles every now and then, kicking your feet and twisting yourself around in the water. “get in little mouse.” you splashed water on him snapping him out the trance you put him in.

“wish you would’ve told me we were going swimming.” art pulled off his pajamas leaving him in only boxers. he wade into the water, shivering slightly at the cold temperature. “was supposed to be a surprise.” you spoke softly.

you and art played around in the water for what felt like hours before settling down to float on your backs, your feet floating by his head and vice versa. your guys hands griped each other’s forearms so neither of you drifted away.

everything around you two felt still. like you guys were the only two people in the world. “i’m so glad we’re starting middle school together.” you thought out loud breaking the peaceful silence. “yeah… me too.” art said distantly. he hadn’t told you yet.

after a while of floating there you eventually got tired of the pruning feeling on your hands and feet so the the two of you got out.

art nervously eyed you putting your clothes back on. he had to tell you now before you heard it from his mother and felt even more betrayed.

“hey, i have to tell you something.” art chewed on the inside of his mouth. “you know that tennis academy i told you about.” you nodded looking up at him from typing your shoes. “well, my mom sighed me up and they accepted me so i’ll be starting school there next year not here with you.”

you didn’t react right away. you gave yourself a second to take in what he said. “your leaving me?” art shook his head. “no, i mean not really. we’ll have summer and winter break. plus weekly calls home. we can chat online as well.” you let out a loud annoyed groan. “what about the days in between that. the days where i’ll be here alone.” art gaped at you not knowing what to say.

“i-i’m sorry.” he squeaked.

one thing you hated about art was that he had a tendency to apologize for things that he didn’t need to. deep down you knew you had no right to be mad at him, but you were hurt and that hurt translated into anger.

“whatever.”

-

the bike ride back to art’s house was silent and cold, you shivered as the air hit your still wet bodies.

you guys parked in front of the dondalson house and art shifted on his feet debating whether to speak or not. “so…. i’ll call you tomorrow?” you grunted out a response before riding off.

even though you were upset with art you still spent the rest of the almost ending summer with him. trying to use all the rest of the time you had left with him.

-

it was the last week of summer and you were helping art pack his stuff into the. “sorry your parents won’t let you fly florida with us.” art threw one of his bags into the trunk. you shrugged. “it’s fine, it’ll give me time to missed you.” you picked at a lose thread on you shorts awkwardly before pulling out a brown wooden box. “i made this for you, you know since i may never see you again.” you said. art rolled his eyes at your dramatics but took the box from your hands.

it was one of those boxes you’d find at an antique store that’s been around for years.

art unlocked the little latch and looked inside. it was filled with memorabilia from through out your guys friendship. “you do know i’m not dying right?” art joked. “mmm, you never know.” art shook his head before throwing his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. “thanks.” you tightened your arms around his body, and buried your face in his neck. “no problem, little mouse.”

“alright you two, time to go” art’s moms voice pulled you guys apart. “you all ready artie?” art gave you one last longing look before turning to his mother. “yeah.”

“don’t forget to message me when your settled in.” you yelled to art who was hanging out the window waving at you. “don’t forget to answer!” he yelled back.

art watched you through the back window. your figure getting smaller and smaller. he didn’t turn around in his seat until they turned the corner and even then he looked back every once in a while.

you stood there for like twenty whole minutes hoping that mr and mrs.dondalson would realize they couldn’t bare sending art so far away and turn back around, but they never did. so you went home.

-

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🖇 ROMEO IN DISTRESS ! jacaerys velaryon.

summary — jace attempts to deal with newfound emotions while you attempt to avoid him. notes — here it is, finally. my war with tumblr is over. you should know a lot of words are in italics just for the vibes (?). aegon is about to be the nosiest bitch ever and i love that for him. warnings — cursing, slight drug mention, i have no idea how schools work in other countries.

previous • masterlist

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

you quickly got out of the car, slamming the door shut as you mentally cursed helaena.

somehow, the walk to the door had felt both too long and too short. each step you took felt like it was bringing you closer to your own personal doom.

pulling out the spare key alicent had gifted you, you hoped that, miraculously, jace had suddenly decided to start leaving earlier, sparing you any awkward encounters.

your hands trembled as you unlocked the door, the heavy wood groaning as it moved aside to reveal the foyer. the house was quiet —too quiet, almost as if it were empty— and the feeling you had before entering, that it might swallow you whole, now seemed absurd.

letting out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding, you smiled to yourself. you were being completely ridiculous, everything was fine.

you headed to the stairs ready to bother helaena into hurrying up just in case, shaking your head at how stupid you were being when the sudden sound of a chair caught your attention.

jace and luke sat at the table eating their breakfast, you could see them from the spot near the stairs, where you had frozen.

the three of you shared an awkward glance. luke seemed aware of what was going on between you and his brother (whatever it was. you weren't sure yourself), because he looked as uncomfortable as you two did.

surprisingly, jace was the first to break the silence.

"hey."

"hey." you answered back, unsure of what else to say.

running away from your problems is never a good idea, but right now, that's exactly what you were going to do. you couldn't stand the way he looked at you. he had always looked at you like an acquaintance and nothing more, but now his eyes were so different. you weren't sure you liked different.

clearing your throat, you tried to avoid his stare as you pointed towards the stairs. "i'm just here to pick up helaena."

luke couldn't help but laugh, going back and forth between you sprinting upstairs and jace practically staring holes into the spot where you had been standing. he was sure his brother had never focused this hard on anything.

at first, he was ready to make fun of him —because what else were younger brothers for?— but the look on jace's face stopped him, he had that dumb smile again. so instead, he flicked a piece of cereal at him, hitting his cheek, and spoke softly once he had his attention.

"i like her for you."

"she's just a friend." jace answered fast, too fast for luke to believe him. "she's barely a friend, she's not even my friend, she's helaena's!"

his brother only raised his eyebrows, gaze unwavering.

"i just got out of a relationship."

"yeah, like three weeks ago. besides, weren't you telling sara to ask that girl she likes out last night?" luke rolled his eyes. "you know, you can start dating again. no one's gonna stop you."

"we barely know each other." jace had his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the small cracks of the old table like they held all the answers.

sometimes he just couldn't understand jace. luke sighed, leaning back against his chair as he studied his brother. it was typical, jace overthinking things, acting like there were invisible rules he had to follow, to always be perfect.

"so get to know her." luke shrugged, picking up his dirty bowl and leaving his brother alone in the dining room.

jace remained seated, frozen in place as he anxiously bit his nails (a habit his mother chastised him for daily), and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do with his feelings.

luke's words kept repeating in his mind, no matter how hard he tried to push them away.

he was right. last night, when sara called to apologize again, they ended up talking for hours, rekindling the friendship they once had. she had confessed to jace that she might have feelings for someone new. she felt guilty, but he had felt surprisingly lighthearted and told her to go for it.

things with her were alright, and moving on seemed far easier than he had expected when they first broke up. and a small part of him wondered if he, too, loved but was not in love.

but the idea of moving on —of liking someone else— felt terrifying, and he lacked the advice he desperately needed.

he couldn't talk to helaena, obviously. aemond lacked any interest in anything related to romance, daeron and luke would mock him about anything and everything, and he would rather die than go to any of the adults in his life. joffrey would surprisingly be his best option, if he weren't an eight year old.

which left jace with one option, one really, really bad option.

he pulled out his phone, letting out a harsh breath as he tried to convince himself he wouldn't regret this. his finger hovered over the contact of the only person who could help him and keep a secret

don't do anything embarrassing.

what the hell does 'don't do anything embarrassing' even mean? everything he does is embarrassing to aegon!

jace took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair as he headed to his room,trying to figure out what exactly could aegon be thinking about.

his footsteps faltered when he reached the hallway, helaena's voice echoing against the walls. she said his name. were you two talking about him? did you talk about him?

he took a hesitant step forward, his body trembling and his heart hammering as he fought the urge to get closer to the door. he shouldn't eavesdrop —he knew that. but there was a gnawing voice in his head telling him to listen, to lean as close as he could, and figure out what you were saying. his fingers hovered near the doorframe, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear answers to.

he couldn't do that. jace took a deep breath, swallowing the knot in his throat as he backed away. he couldn't spy on you to figure out how you felt— if you even felt anything.

he walked back to his room, his knuckles turning white from the pressure as he closed the door. he threw himself onto the bed, grabbed his headphones to block out any noise from helaena's room, and hid there until it was time to leave.

meanwhile, you were stuck with helaena and her latest powerpoint presentation: '10 reasons you should date jacaerys' (which she had spent all night working on instead of her actual homework), along with the following speech during the drive to school.

it was at times like these that you welcomed the fact that helaena was older. although it would be a lie if you said that her words didn't stick with you all morning, especially when the subject of the talk sat just a few desks away from you.

sharing a few classes with jace had never been something you paid much attention to, not doing more than sharing some occasional small talk. but today, the thought of his proximity gnawed at your insides, forcing you to steal glances his way every chance you got.

telling yourself it would be the last time, you turned again —only to find him already staring, offering a tiny smile. you quickly turned away, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your face.

you were convinced that this was stupid, jace didnt deserve to be ignored just because you felt awkward every time you looked at him. despite helaena getting into your head, he was still a good friend and acted relatively normal (or as normal as he could be considering that she probably reacted the same way towards him, at least.)

shaking your head, you tried to focus back on your teacher, fighting the tension in your hands as you wrote, along with the persistent feeling of being watched —until a small piece of paper hit the back of your head.

you turned back slowly, careful not to be seen, only to catch jace's gaze once more. he smiled again, nodding towards the crumpled paper by your foot before quickly pretending to write as the teacher turned to the class.

your fingers reached for the paper, carefully unfolding it to find jace's messy handwriting scrawled over an old math equation. are you coming with us today?

turning one last time, you mouthed a 'yes' at him, smiling at the thumbs-up he gave you and, subsequently, at his face when the teacher scolded him for not paying attention.

you could do this. things were still normal between the two of you, and jace was still jace —an awkward moment wouldn’t change that. whatever had happened yesterday, it would soon be forgotten, as if it had never happened in the first place. you were sure of it.

the rest of the class passed as usual, and soon enough the bell was ringing as you gathered your things, ready to meet helaena at the cafeteria.

"hey." a warm hand rested on your elbow, and your eyes met a slightly disheveled Jace.

"hi." your gaze drifted downward to where he toyed with the zipper of his jacket. he was nervous. "is something wrong?"

"no, no. listen, i—" he hesitated, biting his lip before continuing. "i just wanted to make sure everything was cool. between us, you know? i don't know, i just feel like we've been kinda walking on eggshells around each other lately."

"oh. yeah, no, everything's okay." you sputtered, trying to reassure him. "things are fine, don't worry."

"okay, good." he gave you a smile again, that smile again, and your breath faltered.

things were not fine.

things were not fine and you couldn't do this.

you took a deep breath, your eyes darting around the room as panic settled in.

"i have to go." you spoke quickly, and ran away faster, hoping to blend into the crowd of students while searching for helaena in the multitude.

someone called your name. anxiously, you glanced back to find sara scampering towards you.

"hey. hi, sara." your voice came out shaky. god, you wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

"hi. how are you?" she asked as she started walking beside you.

"good, i'm good." bad. terrible. awful. "how are you?"

"i'm good. look, i wanted to thank you again for last night. It felt good to finally talk to someone." she smiled, bumping your shoulder with her own. "i'm glad we're friends now."

"yeah, me too." you had to fight back a grimace. sara was great, she really was, but every time you looked at her, you could almost see jace and his goddamned smile, and the guilt was slowly driving you insane.

how do you tell your new friend that you had a maybe-romantic, maybe-not moment with her ex-boyfriend and now people are starting to think something is going on between you two?

the sight of helaena standing by her biology class entrance felt, quite literally, like a miracle. she waved her arms over her head to get your attention, and sara distractedly grabbed your hand, pulling you along as she sprinted towards her.

they decided to spend the free period in the library, and at first, you hoped the towering shelves of books would shield you from everyone. you were lost —too distracted to fully follow the conversation and too afraid to join, dreading any mention of last night.

but as the minutes passed without helaena bringing anything up, your heartbeat slowed, allowing you to actually listen. they were chatting about a singer sara liked, something far removed from exes and nephews, and a sense of calm finally settled over you.

that was, at least, until sara's eyes widened, fixed on something behind you. you turned, only to find the very person you had been hoping to hide from for the rest of the day.

"jace!" sara smiled, getting up to hug him, and dread filled your chest.

turning slowly, you found him standing just behind you, so close that you could feel the faint heat radiating from his presence, much closer than you had expected.

jace offered her a smile, then one to helaena, and finally, he looked at you.

he didn't really know what to do. things had been awkward last night, and then this morning, and then you said things were fine, but you ran away right after. he thought he might be reading too much into it, but still couldn’t help but feel that things were far more complicated than he had hoped.

swallowing the knot in his throat, he offered you what he hoped wasn't a grimace, trying to suppress his nervousness. it felt like time had stopped, and he couldn't look away, far too focused on the way your eyes sparkled and how the sun gleamed over your skin.

slowly, a real smile began to form on his face, and he shyly murmured a greeting before clearing his throat and sitting in the empty chair beside you.

sara glanced between the two of you, a small, confused frown forming between her brows when she noticed you wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.

her gaze shifted to helaena, who watched the two of you with an excited smile. sara wondered what was going on. she felt the urge to ask but didn't want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already looked, so she chose to stay quiet, at least for now.

wanting to break the silence that hung over the table, she drummed her hands against the surface in a random rhythm before turning to jace. “so, are you excited for the next game?”

“what? oh, yeah. coach is making us train hard,” he said distractedly before looking at you. “you're coming, right?”

the way he stared at you, coupled with the feeling of sara's eyes on you, made your stomach churn. you had to stand up abruptly, gathering your things, certain you were about to vomit.

“maybe. i have to go. bye, guys.”

they all stared at you, confused, as you walked away. jace had thought you left class quickly before, but now he felt like you were running away, and an awful ache settled in his chest. he couldn't help but wonder if his presence had been what drove you away.

"is she okay?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the library.

"maybe she got uncomfortable when you brought up the game," helaena answered quietly, playing with her sleeves.

"fuck, you're probably right. i didn't think about that." his gaze shifted from the door to sara's guilty face.

"think about what? what are you talking about?"

"the next game is against ben's school," his aunt said, giving him a pointed look, as if to tell him he should know the turmoil that would bring.

"she's probably dreading seeing him. i know i would, after a breakup like that," sara winced as she spoke .

"you know about that?" helaena turned to her with wide eyes.

"pretty much the entire school knows about it, hel. it wasn't necessarily the private kind."

"why, what happened?" jace knew you had broken up with your boyfriend at the beginning of the year when he changed schools. he remembered helaena bringing you home even more than usual, alicent cooking all of your favorite meals and drying your tears. still, in his mind, he had always assumed the breakup had been amicable. clearly, it hadn't been, and he now realized he might have been the only one unaware of that.

sara hesitated, biting her cheek as she frowned.

"i don't think you should hear it from someone else, but I can tell you the guy's a complete asshole. i doubt anyone would be mad if the team went a bit rough on him."

"i'll keep that in mind," he nodded. the ringing bell interrupted them, cutting the conversation short, and they said their goodbyes before going their separate ways.

the conversation lingered in his mind all day. he only snapped out of his thoughts whenever he caught a glimpse of you —only for you to disappear every time he tried to get closer, either making an excuse to leave or simply walking away before he could reach you.

even now, hours later, he was too frustrated to focus on training. the coach had given them a break (jace knew it was mostly so he could get his shit together, even if nothing was said.). he kept biting his lip, tangling his fingers in the undone laces of his skates as his gaze flickered repeatedly to his bag.

"dude, what was that out there?" cregan walked into the locker room and headed straight for him, a concerned frown on his face as he sat down beside him.

jace ignored the question entirely. instead of giving him an answer, he reached into his bag, pulled out his phone, and stared at the dark screen before finally turning to his friend.

"do you think it would be stupid if i looked up a girl's ex?" jace asked nervously.

"already planning on moving on from my sister, velaryon?" cregan nudged his shoulder.

jace's eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. "no, that's not it, i—" he sputtered, scrambling to explain in fear of having pissed him off.

"calm down, i'm just teasing you." cregan snickered at first, but the worried look on his friend's face made him turn serious almost immediately. "jace, seriously, it's fine. you two broke up a while ago, you're allowed to have feelings after that. besides, you're the one that got dumped, man. it's not like you broke her heart or anything."

"so i've been told," jace whispered to himself annoyedly, remembering luke's comments from that morning.

"so, who are we stalking?" cregan wanted to tease him more, maybe ask who the lucky girl was, but he knew jace would only tell him when he was ready. and this didn’t seem like the moment.

jace groaned, opening instagram and typing the dreadful name into the search bar.

"shit, man. is that benji?" cregan pulled the phone closer, shielding the screen with his hand to block the glare from the lights. "haven't heard about him since he left."

"yeah, me neither," he answered absentmindedly.

cregan seemed about to speak, but was interrupted by the coach calling him over, leaving jace to scroll through gym photos and game videos.

so far, he had learned three things. one, ben seemed to have a new girlfriend. two, he played center now. and three, he still had old pictures of you posted.

the last one bothered him more than it probably should.

there was one specific picture he particularly hated —from a few months after you met helaena, and when he had a crush on you— you were cuddled into benji's arms, pressing a kiss to his bicep, with a caption that read something stupid like, gotta keep these muscles in shape for my girl.

it irked him. not only were you not his girl anymore, but benji was also dating someone else now.

the mature part of him recognized that, as sara had said, benji was an asshole, and told him to move on.

the immature part of him, on the other hand, was feeling jealous —and about to do something pretty stupid.

he considered talking to aegon at first, before remembering he had skipped training. jace told himself this was an innocent, harmless thing with no ulterior motives. before he could change his mind, he reposted the story in which cregan had tagged him earlier.

and if you happened to see it and noticed that he clearly had much nicer arms than ben, well, that would have nothing to do with him.

his phone dinged shortly after.

jace groaned again, lowering his face until it hit his palms, fingers pressing against his eyes so hard he could see spots.

he let out a deep sigh as he stood, walking up to aemond with a frown.

"you know, i'm not fond of being spied on," he said, leaning against a locker with his arms crossed.

"there is no spying to do, nephew. you're loud," aemond replied, indifferent. "pettiness doesn't suit you."

"i wasn't being petty," jace attempted to defend himself, but it was clear from his uncle's expression that he didn't believe him at all.

"of course not," aemond replied in his usual sarcastic, bored tone before walking away.

jace let out a harsh exhale, checking his phone for any new messages before following him back into the rink, welcoming the cold against his warm skin.

you, on the other hand, were currently bundled up in your blanket, leaning against the headboard of your bed as 'confessions of a shopaholic' played on your tv.

your gaze drifted to the clock on your nightstand, dreading how quickly time passed as it inched closer to seven. with a sigh, you paused the movie, knowing it was time to start getting ready.

after a quick shower, you put on some light makeup and searched your room for the warmest tights and shirt you could find, layering them under your jeans before grabbing a jacket and a pair of gloves. soon after, your phone buzzed with a text from helaena, telling you to wait outside.

deciding to sit on the front steps while you waited, you pulled your phone from your pocket, opening instagram and mindlessly scrolling through friends' stories to pass the time. nothing out of the ordinary —floris had posted a short video of her cat sleeping on her lap, and your cousin had shared a photo of herself and her sister at a restaurant.

a car passed by, and you lifted your head to check if it was your friend. realizing it wasn't her, you looked back down —just in time to see jace's latest story.

your eyes widened as they followed the vein running along his arm, your thumb instinctively pressing against the screen to hold the story in place before it could disappear. you were apparently too distracted, because you had completely missed the car currently parked in front of you.

it wasn't until you felt a slight touch on your shoulder that you let out a small shriek and looked up to find helaena, her face almost fully covered by a big, fuzzy blue jacket.

her eyes moved between you and your phone screen, a teasing smile forming on her face. "were you looking at what jace posted?"

"what? no," you said, getting up and hurriedly walking past her, trying to ignore the sound of her laugh as you got into the car and greeted her family.

you spent the entire drive trying to keep helaena quiet, lightly smacking her arm whenever she started talking about jace.

"what's up with you two?" alicent asked from the passenger seat, turning to give you an odd look.

"nothing!" your voice came out too loud for the silence in the car, making you grimace. you cleared your throat quickly, scrambling for a distraction. "uh, is everyone else meeting us there?"

alicent simply nodded, an amused smile playing on her lips as she glanced between you and helaena.

the rest of the drive had been thankfully quiet, if a bit awkward, and soon enough, you were scrambling out of the car, unaware of the looks otto, alicent, and daeron were giving you.

the ice rink was buzzing with people, and the stalls around it were adorned with twinkling lights, filled with people selling and buying food and handmade crafts. a familiar laughter blended with the background music and the sound of skates gliding across the ice, and you followed the noise, only to see rhaena, wobbling and clinging to her father while baela skated gracefully, teasing circles around them.

criston headed your way, followed by aegon and aemond. they quickly welcomed everyone before leading us near the stalls, where everyone else sat at a big table.

jace was, thankfully, nowhere to be seen. a part of you felt guilty for the relief his absence gave you, but the thought of facing him, especially with everyone watching, made your stomach twist. so, after a quick greeting, you grabbed helaena and pulled her away under the excuse of taking a walk.

"i don't get why you don't wanna see him." helaena had at least waited until you were far from her family, but her curiosity finally got the best of her. "he's a lot happier now that he likes you, and you blush every time you see him, so you clearly like him too!"

"i don't like him." you frowned at her, hiding your face against the collar your jacket.

"yes, you do!" helaena was used to having a hard time understanding people, but you? she understood you like nobody else, and she was sure she was right.

"hel, for the last time, nothing is going to happen between us." you were trying not to be too harsh with her, but anything relationship-related brought an uncomfortable feeling to your chest that you would rather ignore.

"is it because of ben?" helaena's voice was quiet, cautious. "i get it, what he did sucks, but jace wouldn't do that. he's nice."

"yeah, well, ben used to be nice too. and how did that end?" you caught yourself mid-sentence —lashing out at helaena wasn't fair. the sight of her reaching to cover her ears made you feel worse than anything that had happened today.

letting out a tired exhale, you reached for her, pulling her into a side hug when she allowed you to touch her. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be so loud. and i know jace wouldn't do that to me, i just... to be honest? i don't think i'm ready to date anyone yet."

"yeah, i get that." she nodded against your shoulder before lifting her head to look at you. "but when you are, he's a good choice."

she shot you a cheeky smile and walked away, leaving you standing there, stunned.

"that's not gonna happen!" you ran after her, both of you laughing as you caught up.

"yes, it will," she sing-songed teasingly. "i know it. i already dreamed your entire wedding."

"please stop talking."

she laughed loudly at your grimace before her expression grew serious, eyes widening.

"oh my god!" helaena paused in the middle of the trail and squealed. it took you a moment to stop, and you had to take a few steps back, only to find her crouched in front of a tree.

"what? what's wrong?— shit!" you tripped as you hurried back to her, carefully walking the rest of the way to make sure you didn't step on your shoelaces again.

"there's a frog."

"what do you mean there's a frog? it's the middle of winter." you crouched behind her to tie your shoes properly, and she turned to show you her hands.

between her hands sat a small, almost-brown frog. "i think it's hurt. maybe it can't move."

you could see helaena's hands start to tremble, her brows furrowing in concern.

"don't worry, we'll take care of it."

"it's gonna freeze." helaena whined.

"so we'll get it somewhere warm together, just wait a second," you said, frustrated as you fumbled with your shoelaces, struggling to grasp them with your gloves on.

she stayed silent for a moment, looking behind you before blurting out, "i'm sorry but you'll thank me one day."

"what?" you heard quick footsteps and looked back up, just in time to see her running away.

she ignored you when you called after her, leaving you to huff in frustration as you finished tying your shoelaces.

"hey, i've been looking for you." your hands stilled for a second as you recognized jace's voice. suddenly, helaena's eagerness to leave you behind made perfect sense. you stood up slowly, already planning to complain about her betrayal, before turning to face him.

"uh, hi," you answered quietly, shoving your hands into your pockets and staring at the snow slowly piling over your shoes.

"hi." he sighed the word as he stared at you, and an awkward silence took over. you wouldn’t look at him, too busy staring at the ground. jace bit his cheek before speaking again.

"so, i was wondering if you wanna..." he trailed off, raising his arm to gesture toward the rink behind him with his thumb.

"oh." you froze, wondering what to do, when the a woman entering the bathroom caught your attention. "actually, can you wait a minute? i just need to go to the bathroom real quick." without waiting for him to answer, you walked past him and headed to the bathroom stalls.

silver hair and smoke caught your attention as you searched for a familiar face. you looked back to make sure jace couldn't see you, then veered towards the bench where aegon was sitting.

reaching behind him, you leaned against the backrest, calling his name as you fought the urge to run back to the bathroom and lock yourself inside.

"aegon." he was far too focused on his phone, forcing you to whisper as loudly as you could without attracting attention. "aegon!"

"jesus!" he quickly moved his arm away, as if he didn't want to touch whatever had just scared him. "the fuck you want?"

"i need your help."

you were clearly desperate, considering how much you looked around, and the fact that you had gone to him, of all people, for help.

"i'm busy." he lifted his phone slightly, just enough for you to see the screen before going back to scrolling.

"will you listen!" the desperation in your tone was, quite frankly, music to his ears. the day had been pretty boring so far, he was out of weed, and he needed some entertainment. "helaena just abandoned me for a frog, i can't find anyone else, and jace is trying to get me to go skate with him!"

"so go skate." he shrugged before turning his attention back to his phone.

"i can't do that!" aegon rolled his eyes. you sounded so scandalized, anyone would've thought he told you to shoot someone. " that thing is full of couples!"

you pointed behind you and his gaze followed your finger, landing on the rink, which was indeed filled with sickeningly sweet couples and happy families.

were you exaggerating? probably, yes. but at this point, you were sure you would lose your mind if you had to spend one more second alone with jace

"okay, so tell him you don't know how to skate." aegon had to fight the grin off his face. he didn't really have an elaborate plan —maybe getting everyone to leave the two of you alone all night or making you sit cramped next to each other on the drive back— but this? this was an opportunity he couldn't let pass. "there. problem solved."

"yeah, and how do i explain the past five hundred times i came here to skate with you?"

"please. you and helaena sneak off to be by yourselves all the time, he won't know." he stood and took a final drag of his cigarette before putting it out and covering the smile he couldn't quite suppress with his hand. then, he cleared his throat, forcing a bored expression. "well, i'm starving, i'll go get some food. good luck, though."

you looked up to the darkening sky, squinting to see the first few stars appearing as you groaned, before walking back to jace.

"hey... i'm back." you attempted to sound normal, excited even, but pretty much anyone who heard you would be able to tell how much you wanted to disappear. anyone but jace, at least.

he just stood there, smiling at you in that way, his eyes sparkling as much as the lights hanging around you.

"so, you wanna go skate?" he nodded towards the rink.

"uh..." your eyes darted around, searching for someone —anyone— who could help you escape this. with no one in sight, panic started to take over, and you blurted out the one thing you'd thought would be extremely stupid to say. "i don't know how to skate, actually!"

"oh." you didn't know how to skate? he'd seen you skate a million times! jace didn't know what to do. he looked around, his cheeks expanding as he exhaled, trying to figure out a different way to spend time with you. "well, we could—"

"helaena!" you cut him off with a sudden yell, grabbing his arms and pulling him to the side.

"helaena?" jace asked incredulously, opening his mouth to talk again, before being interrupted once more.

"yes, helaena. i need to talk to her." you started backing away, turning to speak as you went. "sorry, i have to go. sorry."

you left quickly, glancing back to assure him you’d be right back. he wasn't sure he believed you.

jace stood where you left him, frozen as people brushed past him, lightly swaying from the force. he frowned, following you with his eyes as far as he could before you disappeared, then started walking in the opposite direction.

he didn’t know where he was going, all he could think about was you. were things between you really that bad? why did you keep avoiding him?

he turned when he heard someone calling his name, catching a glimpse of aegon by one of the food stalls, and approached him, ready to vent to him and, surprisingly, ask him for advice again.

"so, how are things going between you two?" aegon asked, though he didn’t seem particularly interested, too busy struggling to open his bag of chips.

jace sighed, snatching the bag from his hands, tearing it open, and shoving it back at him. "like shit."

aegon barely reacted, popping a chip into his mouth. "why? i thought you were getting some alone time." he waggled his eyebrows and stuffed his mouth.

he walked towards a bench and jace followed after him, sulking as he dropped himself in the seat.

"this is useless, she keeps avoiding me."

"nah, mate. she's just shy, i'm telling you." aegon spoke as he chewed while throwing himself by his side, crumbs falling on his lap.

"she just told me she doesn't know how to skate, aegon." jace complained. she hated him, he was sure. "she's been coming here with us for the past two years. clarly she doesn't want me to be near her."

aegon shook his head, placing an arm around him as an amused smile took over his lips.

"see, this is where you're wrong, nephew. this is a classic chick tactic—"

"please stop saying chick." jace quickly pulled away, scolding him as he frowned. aegon just rolled his eyes and raised his hands in defeat.

"yeah fine, whatever. my point is, she's clearly saying that so you'll offer to 'teach her'. she's doing you a favor, man. setting the mood for, like, romance, and shit."

"you really think that?" jace sat up straighter, already feeling better. the thought of you wanting anything romantic with him brought a nice warmth to his chest.

"yeah, chicks love to play hard to get. trust me." aegon smirked and patted his back.

"stop saying chick."

"whatever. just go get a new girlfriend and leave me alone." aegon pushed him to his feet and waved him off.

"screw you." jace yelled while walking away.

"no, screw her!" aegon yelled back teasingly. despite his annoyance, jace was too busy dealing with the way his heart somersaulted at the idea of you being his girlfriend, so he simply smiled and raised his middle finger towards him without turning back.

if what you wanted was romance, he would be sure to give you exactly that.

taglist: @glennussy. (thanks for being the first person in the taglist queen🙌💖)

[avaf00rd]

Behind the scenes

Leah Williamson x matildas!reader

Tiny little blurb I wrote last minute as I rewatched the show

“Hello you” you grinned as you opened the front door, a smiley Leah behind it with her large suitcase and England hoodie on. The Disney plus camera crew behind you. Pretending as if Leah had just gotten home from England camp and you hadn’t seen her yet. Well she had, about an hour ago though.

You grabbed the suitcase from her hand, and pulled her in from her other free wrist, placing a short kiss on her lips and hugging her tight. “How was it?” You asked excitedly whilst you both made your way to your living room.

“Yeah really good, great to see everyone” your girlfriend explained to you leaning against the large book case near your couch. “Plane was quicker than I thought though, only like an hour and a half”

The camera still following both of you “oh yeah wow that’s not bad at all”

“Suppose I had it a bit better than you travel wise” she chuckled, folding her arms now. Nothing to your 20 hours of travel to and from Australia for your own international camp.

“Certainly” you laughed back with Leah.

“Ladies that was actually really great for a first take so we probably won’t need to do that again. We’ll now just get you both on the couch so we can talk to you both” one of the members of the camera said, holding a clip board and directing his crew to your living room

Leah sat down on the shared couch with you following suit behind. Plopping down next to your girlfriend as she put an arm around you, legs intertwined at the end of the couch.

“You guys wanna stay like this for the clips?-“

“Yes” you nodded fast, as people in the room laughed at your certainty.

“Leah can you tell me a bit about y/n. Like how she is as a person but also a teammate?” The same man asked from behind the camera. They would get her answers and these shots for the docu-series.

It be out on Disney plus just months before the World Cup begins, to help Australia get more of an insight into their team and the players

Leah looked down at you, as you shot her a smile before she started “y/n is such a hard worker. I’ve never met anyone like her. Very funny person to have a laugh with…or laugh at” she nodded

You rolled your eyes “saw that coming”

Leah did one of her wide smiles where her cheeks would go so high and her nose would scrunch up which made you melt completely, “so leading onto that she’s a bit clumsy”

“Not all the time” you mumbled

“Everyone at Arsenal calls her the princess though. Because she’s just the sweetheart of the team, who cares about her team so so much and we get to see that every day here in London” you smiled to yourself as you looked down at the couch while Leah spoke about you to the cameras

“Do you just completely hate this?” Leah laughed

“No keep going” you nodded, making her laugh. Leah often got the sense you got all flustered and embarrassed when she spoke about you so well, to other people when you are in the room.

“Y/n what’s it like getting to train each day and play games with your partner?” The producer asked me

“Yeah I’m extremely blessed, I would say, to be able to basically spend every hour of the day with her. And to put on the Arsenal badge and play for our fans with my favourite person is a bit of a win each weekend for me”

“We’re assuming you two meet through Arsenal?” He asked

“Yeah we met at Arsenal when I transferred back in 2019. And then I went on loan to Barca for a season, but then…yeah I came back-“

“And then y/n asked me out!” Leah cut you off with a grin

“Um okay it was kind of you” you looked up at her with a shake of your head.

“Kinda both of us in a way?” Leah shrugged to camera. Which you just shook your head, to said camera.

“They aren’t gonna understand that” you pointed with both arms to the camera, you and Leah now giggling. You both said a few more things they had asked you before the filming stopped.

“Thanks girls! We will see you tomorrow afternoon for more shots, have a great night, hope we didn’t take up too much of your time” a different lady had said now, as she helped her crew pack up some small equipment.

“Not at all!”

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Being one of the few people in your Matilda’s squad who had been apart of the team for over 11 years, you had been in quite a few scenes in the docu-series. Alongside Steph Catley, Sam Kerr, Caitlin Foord, and more. You got the opportunity to talk about your family’s background in the sport and growing up with the Matilda’s, as well as preparations to win the World Cup.

This morning you had done some scenes at the training centre for your club, along with Cait and Steph as you all talked about playing for Arsenal.

The cameras were with you once again, as Now Leah sat on a small picnic blanket in your local park, late afternoon, where you would often bring your dog, Denny, you were trying to get him to run with the ball at his fist like he was about to shoot.

Leah threw her head back laughing hysterically as you fell over your feet once again, tripping on your own dog, in another attempt to get him to play football. “It’s not going to work” she shouted

“He’ll do it Leah just wait!” You shouted back laughing as you kept trying. When you made it back to the picnic blanket, you did what you were asked to do by the crew which was talk about playing each other in the World Cup.

“I always say it but I really really hope both our teams make it to the final, but I don’t think I could handle versing you in a heated game like that”

“You do it all the time though. We’ve had so many heated games against each other”

“Yeah but a World Cup final though…Hopefully one of us will be out by then” Leah shrugged, looking at you from her position on the rug with her knees tucked to her chest

“Hopefully England” you shrugged back

“No I was joking. I hope both teams are” she laughed once again.

“I think the friendly coming up against England just before the World Cup should be good.” You said as Leah nodded “Most players who will be in the World Cup squad should hopefully be in there so we get a full feel of not just the other team but hopefully our own squads”

“Yeah for sure” Leah said

“I can sense you two have a small rivalry in your own house hold” someone’s behind the camera commented

“Mm I don’t know” Leah grinned as you just laughed

“You know it’s true”

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I’m pretty negative about fics like these that I write. Cause I hate this. But honestly it’s due to some of the recent think about my writing my inbox🫠🫠

So please. If you’re not a fan of it, click out of it!

Luv u all