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charles leclerc simping over his girlfriend: a compilation
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | charles smau | charles headcanon
PART TWO
No matter where Charles went or what he did, one thing was constant - he simply could not stop talking about his girlfriend.
He was utterly smitten, and it showed through his words and massive smile every time her name came up. Fans quickly noticed Charles' habit of gushing over YN in interviews, on social media, with reporters, and even during casual interactions.
It became such a phenomenon that Formula 1 super-fans began compiling clips of Charles being a total simp for his girl into viral videos.
The most popular one was called "Charles Leclerc simping over his girlfriend: a compilation, and the 15-minute long video compiled some of the most hilarious, heartwarming, and over-the-top examples of the F1 star's borderline obsession with his girlfriend.
It opened with a clip from Charles' interview on Sky Sports before the Monaco Grand Prix. The reporter asked how special it was racing at his home circuit.
"It's amazing driving here where I grew up," Charles said with a huge smile. "But honestly, the best part is having my girlfriend YN here supporting me, this is already such a special race but having her here just adds another layer to it."
"Could you say that you have a good luck charm with you today?" the reporter asked again.
"Definitely, she's always my good luck charm."
The next clip was from Charles and Carlos' music challenge for Ferrari's YouTube channel, they had to guess the song that was playing with just a three second snippet.
"As it was, Harry Styles!" Charles said and rang the small bell that was placed in the middle of them as soon as he heard the first second of the intro.
"You've been practicing," Carlos stated as he pointed at him raising an eyebrow.
"I love this song," Charles said to the camera, "My girlfriend is obsessed with it, she plays it every day."
"And you talk about her every day," Carlos teased, elbowing him.
"I do, I do."
The video moved to show Charles with some fans, he was getting his luggage after a flight and they approached him asking for a picture, one of them filming the whole interaction.
"Of course, no problem at all," Charles replied warmly with a small smile on his face.
As he posed for a picture with the group, Charles noticed that one of the fans was wearing a Taylor Swift shirt. His eyes lit up with recognition and a smile spread across his face.
"I see you're a Taylor Swift fan," Charles remarked, pointing to the shirt. "My girlfriend loves Taylor too. She's always playing her songs around the house and talking about her."
"Wow, that's so cool!" the fan's eyes widened in surprise, "What's her favorite song?" they asked.
"I think her favorite is 'Love Story," Charles chuckled, "She says it reminds her of us."
"That's such a classic! Your girlfriend has great taste," the fan said.
"Thank you, I'll let her know you said that."
The next clip was from Charles' interview promoting his new ice cream brand called LEC, a reporter had asked him how did he come up with the creative names for each flavor.
"It was a teamwork between me and my girlfriend, actually," he replied with a smile, "She played a huge part on this project, everyone knows I could't had come up with Vanillove and Pistachi-on on my own."
The video then cut to a clip from the F1 Grill the Grid challenge, where drivers were playing 'Never Have I Ever", when asked "Have you ever missed a flight?", Charles immediately knew his answer."
"I have, more than once," he said, quickly adding, "But it wasn't my fault, my girlfriend has this long morning routine that she refuses to skip, even though she looks beautiful no matter what."
The video also included footage of Charles during a press conference before the Australia Grand Prix, a reporter asked him about his pre-race rituals.
"Well, I have a few things I like to do before getting into the car," Charles began. "But one thing that's become a bit of a tradition is a phone call with my girlfriend. No matter where we are in the world, we always find time to talk before the race if she's not there."
"What do you two usually talk about?"
"Oh, just the usual stuff," Charles replied with a grin. "She gives me some last-minute words of encouragement, tells me to be safe, that sort of thing. It's nice to hear her voice before such a big moment."
A clip form Charles' 'One week in Los Angeles' was also included, he was playing around at the basketball course shirtless.
"No way!" he said after he missed the basket again, "This is making me look really bad, I need to impress my girl."
The camera panned to her for a moment, and Charles sent a wink her way.
"Are you impressed, love? he asked, throwing the ball and missing once again.
"Very, but not by your basketball skills."
The compilation went on and on, clip after clip of Charles finding any opportunity to mention his girlfriend and proclaim his love for her. From the most casual conversations to the highest-pressure interviews, he just could not help himself from gushing.
As the video ended, the caption displayed: "Get yourself a man who loves you like Charles loves YN."
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𧎠· yapper!reader x husband!Vernon , fluff
Your husband loves hearing you talk about literally anything, especially when itâs eveningâs self care time
âBaby, hold still, I canât apply the mask if you moveâ
You said, as you put on the face cream with a small spatula, your fingertips resting under your boyfriendâs chin.
âSorryâ Vernon mumbled tight-lipped, holding back a smile.
âDo you want to tell me about your day? You forgot to do so todayâ He spoke in a whisper, trying to not move his mouth as much as possible.
You smiled at his attempt to stay still, still straddling his lap as you scooped up more cream.
âToday was pretty boring, just like usual. Though my co-worker made me work overtime, as you mightâve noticed, since she forgot to do an important thing in the project that weâre working on right now. But it was okay since you were also occupied with work and werenât alone at home. Oh- and also..â
And there you went, talking about everything that came to your mind right now.
Whether it was about that show you wanted to watch, the pretty purse you saw on your way home or the food youâd crave for tomorrow evening. Vernon always listened to what you had to say.
He never minded the way you talked about your interest or whatever you wanted to say.
And heâs thankful for you being so talkative, otherwise he wouldâve never met you and would never be married to you like in this lifetime.
While he worked as a barista, heâd never seen you in the shop before. What he didnât know, though, was that you had always peeked through the glass of the cafe when youâd walk by.
Until your friend finally dared you to go inside and talk to him you wouldâve never thought youâd step foot into this comfortable and small-spaced cafe.
âAnd whatâs the order?â The kind boy asked, and oh was his voice pretty.
A small gulp and you got over it âA normal latte, pleaseâ You answered, taking in the way his pretty eyes looked into yours.
Nodding, he placed the order. âAlright, what is your name? Todayâs pretty packed, so I can easily call you overâ Liar. Yes the cafe was filled with more customers than usual, but it wasnât that packed that he had to take names.
âY/n,â you answered with a warm smile, staying quiet. But as he wrote down your name, you couldnât stop the words that flowed over your tongue.
âWould you also like my number?â Your eyes widening at your own sentence. You really dared to do it now.
Looking at the boysâ face, you couldnât tell what his thoughts were. Scared that he might decline, you tried to calm yourself by saying all he can say is no.
But that doubt was quickly replaced by his gentle smile. âSure, but maybe after I placed the other customers orders, is that okay?â He asked politely.
You quickly paid for your latte, watching as the other customers placed their order one by one. Thank god it was Saturday, otherwise you wouldnât be able to wait those unbearable 10 minutes.
âAlright, I think Iâll allow myself a small break by letting you give me your number, since I made you wait nowâ The brown eyed man spoke, introducing himself as Vernon.
Getting ready to leave the cafe, his voice suddenly called out to you. âY/n, your latteâ He chuckled. Wow, his chuckle was even prettier than his warm smile.. no both of those were equally pretty.
Before getting lost in your thoughts, you immediately smiled back, letting out a small awkward smile.
âRight, sorryâ Grabbing your coffee you made, or tried to, make your way out of the cafe, but now holding your latte that the cute guy made you in your hand you began talking to him.
Not that he minded, and his co-worker Seungkwan also didnât. Well, he bickered a bit since he had to take over, but it wasnât as bad since he knew his friend might finally get a damn love-life.
âLove, youâre telling the story like I wasnât the guy you asked for his numberâ Vernon, or different, your husband said as he was now putting the cream mask onto your face.
âItâs such a cute story though, I canât wait to tell our kids one day.â You said, slightly tired but still giggling.
Both of you, with your face masks on, continued talking in the embrace of your warm bedsheets.
It finally got more quiet as tiredness started seeping into every cell of your body, moving your exhausted body to the bathroom and finally peeling off the face masks it was time to put out the lights of your nightstands.
With a small sigh leaving your mouth, followed by Vernonâs small sigh, your eyes fell shut.
âIâll always appreciate and be thankful for your love for me, my favoriteâ You whispered, sure that Vernon was already is dreamland.
So when you finally drifted off to sleep, you didnât register the quiet response from your husband.
âItâs the least Iâll ever be able to do for you, my prettyâ the familiar warm smile following as he, too, drifted off to sleep.
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I actually didnât think itâd end up this long and definitely didnât plan to tell how they met but Iâm pretty proud of this one. Also itâs not proofread, itâs 11:20 pm and Iâm deadly tired nowđđ Much love, and Iâm hoping youâll enjoy this fic and much as I enjoyed writing it for youđđ
#seventeen#vernon fluff#vernon x reader#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#fluff#seventen vernon#vernon svt#svt vernon#chwe vernon#vernon#hansol vernon chwe#hansol x reader
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Void Runners Pt. 1
pairings: Deadpool x Wolverine x teen!reader
warnings: contains heavy spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, swearing, blood, the normal deadpooly stuff
summary: Reader has been trapped in the void for a few months now, after getting into trouble with the TVA, when they suddenly stumble upon a Deadpool and a Wolverine.
Part 2 / Part 3
a/n: if this gets popular enough I might write a part two, I'm having Deadpool and Wolverine brainrot, also this is unedited so pls tell me if you see mistakes
It had been 4 months since you had been sent to the Void; the apocalyptic like plain, becoming what you had accepted as your new home.
You were a time traveler, that had accidently messed up some big event and that caused the TVA to come and take care of you. You weren't sure what the big event was, something about some saving some rich guys parents. You thought you were doing a good thing by it but apparently not.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore, you were now stuck here. You'd been alone most of the time, sometimes seeing other people but you had learned quickly into your stay that these others were part of this group formed by Cassandra Nova, an insanely powerful woman who you never dared cross paths with.
Until unfortunately today.
Sadly you stumbled upon the wrong people at the wrong time. As you were walking through the dusty plains, you saw two men falling from the sky, thinking back on your heroic days you felt obligated to help out. That was not the best idea, you tried to go up to the men but instead they started arguing when a fight suddenly broke out between them. By the time the fight had ended you had blood all over your (as clean as they can be in the void) shoes.
"Augh, I just cleaned these too." Is what seemed to snap the men out of whatever had just happened.
"Oh my gosh! How long has the movie been out? Five days, and we are already getting reader inserts? Wow!" The man in the red mask said to no one in particular, "And what might your name be sunshine?"
"Uh Y/N, are you guys okay, you seem to be stabbed in a lot of places?" You answered a bit concerned after seeing two men almost tear each other apart.
"Oh this? Sorry, my partner here has weird kinks-" The strange man is cut off by the other seemingly older man punching him in the jaw. "See what I mean kiddo?"
"Enough Wade." The older man gruffed, his arms crossing as he shakes his head disapprovingly.
"Whatever you say sugar cube!" The man known as Wade looked back at you, "Oh you must be wondering who we are huh! Well this hairy beast of a man is the one and only Wolverine, and I am your friendly neighbor Deadpool!" Wolverine looked at you and sighed at the at his 'partners' antics.
From there things only went downhill, and that is how you were stuck with them being hauled off to Cassandra Nova's lair.
"Awee are we having a flashback already?!" Deadpool's annoying voice rang from in front of you. Currently you were stuck in a ball like cage with, Johnny Storm, Wolverine and Deadpool.
Johnny began to explain to the men where we were all headed, going over the basics of who were about to meet and the type of woman Cassandra was. You looked a bit ahead as you noticed you were already here.
As you guys had come to a stop you saw the others being throw out of the cage, you held up your chained hands to the man before they could throw you as well, "I got it, thanks" jumping out before you got tossed as well.
At the same time you got down you heard Deadpool's odd comment, "Huh, Paul Rudd finally aged." You turned down at the man slightly and gave him a quick look of confusion unsure what he was talking about; his partner seemingly unphased by the comment, most likely used to it.
Looking ahead ignoring the bickering next happening to your right, you saw what seemed to be a bald woman in the mouth of the giant skull. As the dust cleared you could see her get up from the wheelchair she was sitting on, "What was the point of the wheelchair.." You dully commented.
Deadpool adding on, "Oh ableism great, that's not gonna go over well with the Woke mob!"
You looked at your surroundings, no longer caring about the scene unfolding before you, Deadpool began to talk with Cassandra, somehow coming up on the topic of a coke, loving roommate.
After a bit more talking between the two you hear Deadpool slandering Cassandra, and then telling her it was all Johnny who said it. This brought back your attention just in time to see Johnny's skin ripped from his skeleton.
"Not my favorite Chris." Deadpool says, not having much remorse for the scene in front of him.
"You piece of shit you just got him fucking killed." Wolverine adds, pointing at the remains of Johnny.
"Awe I kinda liked him," You mumbled to yourself, as Wolverine looked at you with a look of discouragement on his face, almost as if saying not to get Deadpool started with this.
"Hey we are all grieving," Deadpool yells, "He doesn't know what he was doing to the budget." He mumbled the last part.
Cassandra ignored his words and walked past the group, "Shush, Alioth's hungry."
"There must be some kind of mistake," Deadpool started again, "Big yellow is an anchor being and I'm Marvel Jesus, MJ if you're nasty." Cassandra turned her head a little as you stood next to them listening to their story, not getting the chance to hear it earlier. "This may be hard to hear but there's another British villain, he's gonna destroy my universe and I'm gonna stop him."
"Oh honey you don't really strike me as the world saving type." Cassandra answered him, this seemed to upset the laidback man. You watched as he seemed to straighten himself up hearing that. "Did I hit a nerve?" She turns back, almost sarcastically.
"I didn't want it to come to this," Deadpool says, "Either you help us or my friend here is gonna sing the entire second act of Music Man with no warm up"
You look at him confused, "What the hell is that?"
"Where'd you get the chair?" Wolverine asks Cassandra as she walks back towards the skull.
She quickly answers, "Every once in a while we get a Charles here, never mind though, he didn't care to find me."
Deadpool leans back seemingly annoyed, "Ughh Gen Z and their trauma bragging!" He shoots you a quick glance, "Can't you just stuff it down and turn it into a cancer like the rest of us?"
"But I'm not like the rest of you, except maybe the Wolverine, now we could be truly terrifying together." A light smile graced Cassandra's face as she watches you guys.
You watch their exchange a little more before you notice the purple mist coming up behind you guys slowly getting closer. As you turn back around you see Wolverine getting dragged through the ground and Deadpool backing up.
"I am so not with them." You tell Cassandra hoping that doesn't happen to you.
"Oh yes they are." Deadpool fires back, making sure he isn't next. Unfortunately for him he was, you watched as Cassandra got behind him and put her fingers in his head.
She began to whisper something and within the next minute she let go. Deadpool shook his head and started rambling yet again, "You are so mean! I could taste your fingers! They taste like hate, and where in God's name is the intimacy coordinator?!"
"You're so lost Mr Wilson, long before you came here." Cassandra told him.
He took out his knife and held it up, "This is baby knife, she's gonna fuck you in the face now."
Cassandra looked at the knife at back at him, "If you're going to kill me it's going to take more then a little blade."
"How about six?" Before she could say anything else, Wolverine came up behind her and stabbed her with his claws.
"Holy shit" You said covering your mouth.
Before you could celebrate, Cassandra began laughing and fell from the claws, "This has been fun but the big guy needs to eat and the rent is due." She turned around walking away as a looming shadow of darkness rose above the skeleton you were in.
Before anyone had a chance to say anything people had scattered and Deadpool grabbed you and hoisted you up over his shoulder taking you towards the machine Wolverine was trying to fix for an escape.
You hadn't a second to say anything because the next thing you knew, you were being taken with them hopefully away from the giant monster.
#deadpool#deadpool x reader#deadpoolxteen!reader#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverinexteen!reader#deadpool and wolverine#x men#marvel#cassandra nova#superheros
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I Want My Money.
Billy likes money, heâs said this before, but nearly all the time, money is tight. So, itâs rare when heâll lend someone a buck or two, and when he lends them a buck, he expects that buck paid back in full.
Marvel: âAh, Flash! You havenât paid me back yet. I kinda need my money.â *all kind and nice*
Flash: âHuh? Oh yeah. Donât worry, man. I got ya.â
LaterâŠ
Marvel: *a little more impatiently* âFlash? My twenty? You uh still havenât gotten it for me.â
Flash: âYeah dude. Iâll get it to you.â
Even more laterâŠ
Marvel: *annoyed* âFlash.â *speaking through grit teeth* âFlash get me my twenty dollars. Now.â *hands on Flashâs shoulders*
Flash: *kinda scared cause he hasnât seen Marvel ever really show anger* âDude, I said Iâd get it for you.â
Marvel: âYeah, now. Get it for me now. Please.â
Flash: âI- uh- Iâll be right back.â *zooms off and comes back with a twenty* âHere, man.â
Marvel: *super smiley and normal again* âThanks, Flash.â *takes the money and walks off like nothing happened*
Flash: âNo problemâŠâ *whiplashed at the sudden change*
Wally had like no idea what to make of this interaction. The man was so generous. He didnât think heâd be this pressed about twenty dollars. Like for example, they found space rock that couldâve been sold for millions apparently and he just gave it all to Wally like it was nothing. (Billy had no idea where to sell it. Bros never heard of eBay, not that he has an electronic device to use it on) But twenty dollars? Wow. Wally didnât know if Marvel needed his priorities straight or what. All the speedster knew was that he was never gonna cross Marvel about money again. Itâs honestly his bad anyways.
Then there was the one time Adam owed him five dollars. Donât ask him why he lent him the money. Billy now recognizes it was a moment of weakness.
Black Adam and Marvel: *fighting*
Marvel: *stops fighting* âDude, are you going to pay me back my money?â
Black Adam: *also stops fighting* âWhat are you talking about? What money?â
Marvel: âMy money? Yâknow, the five dollars I lent you?â
Black Adam: âFive dollars- Iâm not paying you back for that!â
Marvel: âThatâs common courtesy, man!â
Black Adam: âI donât care! Iâd rather die than repay you for anything!â
Black Adam didnât really expect for this to backfire on him. As a result of not paying back a measly five dollars, Adam was met with Marvel appearing in his palace at the ass crack of dawn, demanding his money.
Black Adam: *honestly a little surprised Marvel came to Kahndaq because heâs never really came to the country before* âYou do realize youâre breaching my countryâs national security-â
Marvel: âI DONâT CARE. Teth, give me my money.â
Black Adam: âYouâre willing to risk my country dissolving into war with your country over five dollars?â
Marvel: âYes? Money. Now.â *makes grabby hands*
Black Adam: âBumbling idiotâŠâ *massages temples* âIâm not paying you back! How difficult is it to get that through your thick skull?!â
Billy did not like that answer. So now, the Justice League and everyone who had the pleasure of being online the day after this incident were met with a video of Marvel beating on Adam harsher than they, or anyone else for that matter had even seen before.
Marvel: âJUST GIVE ME MY MONEY!â
Black Adam: âNO!â
In the end, Billy still didnât get his money. And this actually wasnât because Adam didnât want to pay, but rather Adamâs country doesnât use American dollars so he went there, beat up their leader, and basically did it all for nothing. Honestly looking back at it, Billy didnât really know what he was expecting. Neither his nor Adam suits have pockets, so he kind of doubts that he had a wallet to hold money in the first place. He was honestly just glad Adam, for whatever reason, didnât follow through on his promise to go to war with America.
So yeah⊠in conclusion, Billy Batson can, and will crash out over five dollars.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#black adam#teth adam#the flash#wally west
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sunshine
pairing: yoon jeonghan x gender neutral reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 1.1k
warnings: mentions of bruising (reader gets hurt), passing mention of alcohol (no one drinks), a kiss on the forehead, jeonghan gets called a loser lovingly, pet names (babe/baby, sunshine)
author note: this was requested by an anon! thank you so much for requesting once again, and iâm sorry that my work isnât exactly what you asked for. i still hope you enjoy this though <3 lots of love!!
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you probably shouldâve taken up jeonghanâs offer when he texted you earlier, asking if you wanted to be dropped off before he went to a group dinner with his friends.
of course, you had said no, assuming that it would be the normal amount of traffic when leaving work. to your luck, it turned out the elevators stopped working right before it was time for you to go home and you risked going down the stairwell with everyone elseâno one wanted to be stuck in the plain office building any longer, thatâs for sure.
however, that also meant that there were some people rushing and elbowing others aside, despite it beingâŠyou know, a somewhat steep stairwell that was already crammed with others walking down it. sadly, you were one of the victims of a particularly brutal shover and pushed towards the railing and the cold metal had dug into your body multiple times, which is exactly why your legs ache as you sit down onto the couch slowly.
you take a peek at the back of your forearm and sigh seeing the small red marks leading up to the hem of your shirt sleeve.
you contemplate changing into a shirt with longer sleeves so you donât worry your boyfriend but decide against it, knowing that he wonât be back for a while; when itâs the whole group of thirteen, they usually stop around one am at the earliest.
you grab an ice pack from the kitchen before stumbling back to the comfortable couch once more with a sigh, turning on the tv to a random channel as you wince at the feeling of the pack touching your tender skin. you keep treating your new bruises gently, with most of your attention on the screen in front of youâit turns out you put on a random reality show and there is drama thatâs way too interesting to not watch.
itâs a little after eleven pm when the door unlocks and jeonghan lets himself in, carding a finger through his long hair before he places his motorcycle helmet and keys down, his lip ring glinting in the dimly lit roomâhe didnât get to drink anyway since some of the guys had to cancel, and went bowling instead with mingyu and seokmin.
he hums the song that kept playing at the bowling alley as he looks up at you with a mischievous grin. âhey, babe.â
âhey, jeonghan!â you chirp, your voice unusually high as you hurriedly hide the ice pack behind you.
he raises an eyebrow at your cheerfulness this late at night but doesnât press it, not yet noticing your bruisesâthat are on full display, even though they are starting to look betterâas he goes to hang his leather jacket on the hanger specially designated for it.
your boyfriend turns and walks over to where youâre sitting, placing a small kiss on your forehead as he slumps down on the couch beside you, dangerously close to the biggest bruise you have.
jeonghan smirks at the way the two women on the screen argue with each other. âwow, over a man? he doesnât even seem to be all that.â
you nod and he smiles, leaning his head against your shoulder as the guy cuts in, taking one womanâs side.
as jeonghan nuzzles his face into your arm, getting bored of whatâs on the tv, his lip ring digs into one of the red spots you had gotten earlier and he can feel the way you tense. he frowns at your furrowed brows before looking down at your arm and sighing, his face freezing. âwhatâs this?â
when you donât answer, he sighs. âwhat happened.â he phrases it like a statement instead of a question and you roll your eyes, already knowing he would be like this.
âhannie, nothing happened, i promise,â you say and jeonghan stares at you until you begrudgingly continue. âfine, fine. the elevators stopped working so i went down the stairs when work ended and people kept pushing me off to the side âcause they were in a rush. thatâs all.â
your boyfriend scoffs, looking out at the window before back at you, his eyes hard. âare you serious? thatâs not nothing at all.â
he grabs your hands gently, making sure he doesnât touch any sore spots and speaks softly. âiâm sorry you had to go through that, baby. next time, iâll make sure to just pick you up and not ask in case there are jerks like that again. in fact, iâll be dropping you off and picking you up until the stupid elevators get fixed. iâm not about to take any risks when it comes to you.â
âthis really isnât helping your âbad boyâ agenda, you know that, right?â you smile teasingly, squeezing your boyfriendâs hand.
jeonghan looks at you in confusion. âwhat do you mean by that?â
you smirk. âcome on, hannie. you have the whole package: a motorcycle, your leather jackets, the whole packageâeven your lip ring!â you pause, sighing. âall my coworkers talk about how you seem so brooding and like a lone wolf. itâs like they think youâre the coolest person ever when really, youâre just a loser.â
âhey, iâm not a loser!â jeonghan scoffs before reaching for the ice pack behind you and putting it to the bruises he can see.
âwhat?â he says when you raise an eyebrow and look down at the pack in his hands. âoh, this? i knew it was behind your back since earlier. youâre not very good at hiding things.â
you roll your eyes before leaning on his shoulder. âsee what i mean? loser.â
jeonghanâs eyes soften as he looks at your big grin next to his face and places a kiss on your knuckle. âthereâs my sunshine.â
âhey, thatâs part of the âbad boyâ agenda too!â you chuckle, moving away from him slightly to hit his arm lightly. âbesides, i told you not to call me that, itâs so cringey!â
âwhat, sunshine? iâll never stop calling you that because itâs true.â your boyfriend sticks his tongue out at you before smirking when you roll your eyes again.
jeonghan then pauses before winking, his head making its way onto your shoulder once more with a content sigh. âeither way, i need to make sure i keep up my reputation with your coworkers, am i right?â
#dokries works#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#yoon jeonghan x reader#yoon jeonghan fluff#yoon jeonghan imagines#yoon jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan imagines#requests!#anons !
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Just One More. | 2
Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader
WARNINGS: short, no smut! (surprisingly), just fluffy shit for fatherâs day <44 đ
SUMMARY: Congratulations! You had the twins! time to deal with lewis and his new dad antics (again), but first, hereâs two cute moments.
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âYou happy now?â
You stare at your husband through tired and teary eyes, watching him cradle your daughter in his arms. You had just gone through twenty hours of labor, spending half of those hours at home and in pain and the other half in the hospital. When you got there you could barely walk, every contraction you felt striking your belly and back which made your knees weak. You swore hours earlier it was just braxton hicks, but your twins soon proved you wrong. Very, very wrong.
When you heard both their cries erupt in the room, you smiled in victory as you were finally done with the most crucial part.
âYou did so good, loveâ
Lewis praised you with stray tears he could no longer hold in trailing down his cheeks, a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead before he did the same to the twins. The boy who was born first, with no surprise, looked exactly like Lewis. He was a spitting imagine of your other set of twins when they were babies, but that daughter of yours? All you. Exactly three minutes apart, when she arrived the nurses were starting to wonder if Lewis was in the room at all when she was conceived.
You looked at the two newborns, just as proud of your work as god himself was.
âYou know, I was gonna lose it if she was a boyâ You spoke while gently brushing your fingers through your sonâs soft hair. Lewis chuckles and lays besides you in the hospital bed, his eyes switching attention from baby to baby, but never letting go of his babygirl. You smile and let him have his moment. You knew the hogging was mostly because of him being in shock that he actually got his girl, Heâd be all over your son also come morning time.
âIâm in awe how much she looks like you. Usually they donât look like anyone right away but wowâŠsheâs all you, Y/Nâ Lewis expresses, a finger caressing her blushed cheek. You just nod in agreement, laughing at how her hair stuck up in the front like spikes while everything else laid down. Lewis was too busy gushing over both of them to point out how silly either of them looked.
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When you two took the babies home, it was hard to keep the twins away from them. Your boys were there peeking over your shoulder at every feeding, every burping, every changing, even every bath. They had started to ask when theyâd be big enough to play with, a toy in both of their hands as they waited for your answer. Before you could speak, Lewis was already speaking, serving them with the facts while simultaneously burping the baby in his arms.
âThey wonât be able to play with you two for a while. Theyâre too small right now and they donât do much but sleep and eatâ
Your boys pouted, one rolling his eyes back dramatically. âWell, thatâs boring! Theyâre boring!â Silas, the older one huffed, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Both you and Lewis cackled, but the boys found nothing funny. âYes, babies are boring for the first few monthsâ
âWhyâd you go and get two more then?â Silasâs face scrunched as he asked and you tried helplessly not to laugh so loud at the poor baby that the infant in your arms would jump out of her sleep.
âYeah, LewisâŠWhy did we âgetâ two more?â Egging it on, you look back at your husband for another answer, your face riddled with amusement as he completely curves the question. âAny questions other than that? Saint?â
âSo they canât throw a ball? or catch it?â Saint inquired as he went back to the previous topic, sitting next to his brother. You shake your head ânoâ and they both sigh.
âAnd they canât talk either?â Silas asks, earning another laugh from you and Lewis. You two thought the constant questions would stop at three, but your boys were a curious pair. Youâd only hope the next set were a bit more tame but with how the universe humbled you the last time...
âIf you hear them talking before they hit nine months then please inform daddy so he can call Guinness world recordsâ
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đ: again, superior trope, dad!lewis for the win, muah!đ
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donât play with me princess
zach justice x fem!reader
warnings âą smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+
summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.
*Do not copy my work*
*zach has his own place in this*
you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you heâs gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast âiâll be fineâ you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.
you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there âyea you just woke me upâ you say rolling out of bed âgood canât have my star guest not comeâ he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didnât have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.
you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone âomg ynâ alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug âalyssa ahh i missed you so muchâ you say with a massive smile âalright alyssa sheâs mine calm downâ zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face âoh shut up zachâ turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.
âhello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/nâ looking at u in shock âoh you wishâ looking at the mic âi do i really do, so ynâ your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say âyes zachâ already dreading the question âhow have you beenâ relieved with this you start to smile âyea itâs been great honestly iâve started my own clothing line and makeup and itâs going great!â smiling knowing how far youâve come âwow thatâs great! any boys recently ?â jared says adding to the convo âoh jared you knowâ you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like heâs burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in âno guys iâm jk donât clip thatâ you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out âoh yn you wouldnât even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with himâ smirking you reply âoh and how would you know thatâ he stares at you for a second âokay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secretsâ you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.
by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months âyea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they donât want to beg for it either â you say giving him a womanâs perspective âoh yn you were begging for it last nightâ zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you âoh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what heâs doing yet he canât get it in the right holeâ jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says âoh trust me i know what iâm doingâ you didnât look impressed âhm ye still donât believe it sorry zachâ heâd had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name âdonât play with me princessâ, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said âof course iâm gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up soâ looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.
alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something iâm not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something âiâm gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didnât know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?â you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on âum guys what you saying over thereâ knowing you were caught until zach chimes in âoh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and itâs true but not able to say sorry. itâs a secretâ you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.
after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you havenât seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said âso you gunna prove it to me or what?â walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you âhm you look so good todayâ moaning while heâs kissing your neck âyou too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met youâ you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt âtake your clothes off princess wanna see youâ he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy âthis wet already baby? hm someoneâs needyâ saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure âhm zach more baby pleaseâ he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, âcould jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?â he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus âwords princessâ he says picking up his pace âno! daddy you do it better than anybodyâ you say about to come until he stops what heâs doing and looks up at you âwhat did you just call me?â you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldnât stop it âd-daddyâ he smiles looking at you âfuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in youâ you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core âfuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddyâ he says slipping into you, heâs massive so much bigger than you thought âfuck daddy your hugeâ that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, âoh baby you donât how long iâve wanted to do thisâ he says moaning in your ear âme too daddy needed your cock for so long hmmâ screaming without a care who heard you âyour mine princessâ you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone âall yours daddyâ you say trying to fight for breathe âwhat princess didnât quite hear you?â ramming into harder and deeper âiâm yours daddy all yours!!â shouting even louder before he utters âgood girlâ as his thrusts get sloppy âwhere do you want me beautifulâ without even thinking you say âin me daddy iâm on the pillâ he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky âthat prove it to you huhâ saying all confident âwasnât even that goodâ you say smirking âhm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeousâ he says before getting something to clean you both up.
as you were laying there he says âi meant it you knowâ you look up at him confused âyour mine now, not letting you goâ you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.
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â ii. Dragon Rider || Heart of the Dragon
synopsis: a new routine in a new world
warnings: idek lol. unedited and not properly read (i kept falling asleep lmao)
series masterlist || next part
~ 2.5k word count.
game of thrones x modern!fem!reader
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Never in my life have I regretted anything more than I did now.Â
âMe and my big fucking mouth,â I grunted, getting up from the ground and dusting my leather pants. Gray Worm looks at me with a slightly amused expression. Of course he would, he just dropped me onto my ass for the fifth time today.Â
It had been almost two weeks after the Small Council meeting. There had been a few more since then, but no major topics were discussed, other than Varys begrudgingly backing what I had said about Cersie having scorpions when asked if his little birds had any news. The new armor and weapons for the Unsullied are also being made. After a few talks with Daenerys, Gray Worm, a few Unsullied commanders, and I, the new armor design was decided on. Surprisingly the Unsullied were very artistic people and had great ideas.Â
And, within the past two weeks, Iâve been tortured everyday, my limbs aching all the time, threatening to fall off. Everyday, Iâve been woken up at four in the morning for my sword lessons with Gray Worm for five hours a day. When I said I wanted to learn, I didnât mean I wanted to train to be the world's best swordsman of all time.Â
âYouâre enjoying this way too much,â I say towards him, wiping away the sweat on my face.Â
âI have no idea to what you are referring to, My Lady.â Gray Worm says, feigning innocence.Â
âYou canât call me âMy Ladyâ and then drop me on my ass for the fifth time.â I pointed out.Â
Gray Worm smiled and got into a fighting stance and I mirrored. âYour defense has gotten better; however, your strength and stamina is lacking.âÂ
He gave the signal and charged towards me, going to swing towards my left. I sidestepped and blocked the hit with my sword before knocking it back. This time, I went for the attack, but Gray Worm expertly blocked me and knocked the sword out of my hand. The sword clattered against the stone ground, landing a few feet away from me.
âMaybe itâs best we stop for today.â He says, picking up the sword and placing it back onto the rack. I let out a sigh of relief and walked over to the inches, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat away from my face and neck.Â
âBe honest,â I said, turning towards him. âAm I a lost cause?âÂ
He snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. âApologies, My Lady.â Once heâd composed himself he answered, âNo, I do not believe you are a âlost causeâ. It may seem difficult now, but it will get easier later on.âÂ
âWow, wise words,â I said sarcastically, taking a swig of water from the canteen. âThey should call you âGray Worm the Wiseâ.âÂ
âIâm pleased that you think I am someone with wisdom.â He says, giving a small bow, making me chuckle.Â
After the lessons, I took a bath in my room, this time with the help of the servants. The first few days I would have them leave so I could bathe myself, but I guess over the days it just naturally happened. Once bathed and dressed in a white dress with gold embroidery and pearl beads before I made my way to the hall to have breakfast with Daenerys.Â
Not only was it a good way for us to get to know one another (mainly her learning about me) as well as discussing future events and how we would maneuver through it. However, not all of it. I had made the decision to not tell her about Jon Snow or the White Walkers, I think thatâs something she should organically go through. All she knows about Jon is that heâs the King in the North is Jon Snow, Ned Stark's âbastardâ and the former Nights Watch Lord Commander who came back from the dead. Â
The doors to the hall were swung open for me and I walked in, spotting Daenerys at the head of the table, looking through some documents. The sound of the doors closing, snapped her out of her thoughts. When she saw me she smiled, which I returned.Â
âWhat did I say about bringing work to the dining table,â I lightly scolded. She gave me a sheepish look and protested, âit canât be helped, it's important work. As Queen Iâm expected to do this and more.âÂ
I walked over to her, carefully taking the documents and setting them off to the side. âDany, youâve been a Queen since you married Khal Drogo. You need to step back and take some time to just be Daenerys. Otherwise youâll grow overworked.âÂ
âAlright, alright. If youâre so sure.â She nodded towards the servants to begin serving the food. Like always, an array of food was laid out for us to eat. We both began to eat, making small talk and updating each other with any new updates.Â
âGray Worm has been telling me that youâre quite exceptional with a sword,â She teased.Â
I playfully rolled my eyes, groaning, ânot you too.â She let out a laugh, teasing me some more. âWhat? He says youâre a fast learner. He says heâs never seen someone land on their arse five times in a row.âÂ
âRight, thatâs it.â I huffed. âIâm running away.âÂ
Daenerys laughed some more and I tried to hide my smile. Truthfully, she reminded me of my younger cousin in Volantis, Mera. Both of them had a heart of gold and an innocent child-like soul deep down.Â
âThe servants told me that you refused to have your hair braided.â Daenerys points out. Sheâs not wrong. Instead of braiding my hair I opted to leave it in a ponytail or let it down.Â
âWell, I havenât won any battles.â I said. âEach one of your braids represents a battle won, I havenât won anything.â
âSo if you win youâll braid your hair?âÂ
âSure, why not. Why? Do you not want me to?â
âNo, no. Actually, I would quite like that.â She smiled.Â
I eyed her suspiciously, âdonât tell me youâre planning on putting me in the frontlines.âÂ
She shrugged. âMaybe. Your lessons with Gray Worm are going well. Who knows, by the time weâre ready for war youâll be a master swordsman âor rather swordswoman.â
The rest of the breakfast went fine. Daenerys and I decided to take a stroll around the castle ground claiming she has something to show me. She dropped off the papers in her office before taking me through the back of the castle to the open fields in the back. The wind swept by us, carrying the saltiness of the ocean and the fresh scent of grass.Â
âWhere are we going?â I asked as she led me deeper into the field.Â
âI just wanted to show you something. Theyâre right over there.âÂ
We stood atop a hill and at the foot of the hill on the other side resting were Daenerysâ dragons. I felt my heart stop. No way. What the actual fuck. My mouth ran dry as I looked over the three dragons. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, all in their full glory. I looked over to Daenerys who was already looking towards me.Â
âYouâre serious?â I ask. She smiles and nods. âWhat if they donât like me and decide to eat me?âÂ
Daenerys laughed, her cheeks turning pink. âThey will do none of that sort, I swear. I have a strong feeling that they will like you.âÂ
Carefully she led me closer to the three dragons. With every step they just grew more and more. They towered over the two of us and stood with immense power. And to think that these three are just a small fraction of the size of Balerion and the rest of the Targaryen fleet.Â
We stood a few feet away but I could still feel the heat that they emitted from their bodies. Their majestic eyes that were probably the size of my head watched me carefully. Shiny scales adorned their bodies that looked to be about the size of my hand or bigger. Their one claw nail was the same size as my limbs.Â
Holy fuck was this crazy. Iâd read about these dragons and even saw a few drawings made by people whoâd seen them in textbooks, but being this up close and personal with them was a whole other experience.Â
Oddly enough, for such dangerous creatures, they seemed to emit a sense of calm.Â
âYou feel it too?â Daenerys eyes my reactions to the dragons. âTheir calm.âÂ
I nodded. âI thought my heart would be doing somersaults in my chest, but itâs not.â After the initial shock, I felt my body relax.Â
âTheyâre so beautiful.â I said to no one in particular.Â
We hung around them for some time, allowing me to get used to their presence while Daenerys told me stories about her and her dragons.Â
I looked over the dragons. Drogon, named after Daenerysâ husband Khal Drogo. Rhaegal, named after Rhaegar the Dragon Prince. Viserion, named after Viserys the Beggar King.Â
Daenerys followed my gaze to the cream and gold scales dragon that laid on the grass alongside his brothers. Viserion and Rhaegal seemed to play fight while Drogon watched.Â
âDespite their playful nature, those two are the oldest.âÂ
âWhat?Â
The dragons carefully made their way over to where we stood. Drogon moved towards Daenerys, moving his tail around her as if giving her a hug. Rhaegal moved around behind us, opting to lounge. Viserion, however, moved closer to me. His green eyes bore into mine, as if it was trying to communicate with me.Â
He brought his face closer to me, like a dog wanting to be pet. I glanced back at Daenerys who nodded.Â
Viserion tilts his head when I carefully bring my hand up to stroke his gold and cream scales. A deep purr comes from him, nearly startling me. He nuzzles his head into my palm and purrs some more. It wasnât like a cat's purr, more like a deep bass.Â
âWould you like to fly him?â Daenerys asks.Â
âYes,â I replied without a thought, too entranced at the dragon in front of me.Â
She moves around Drogo, standing to the side of him.Â
âStand like this,â she says. âThis is what I find the easiest.âÂ
I mimic her stance, standing besides Viserion. Drogon crouched down and Daenerys carefully stepped up, using his scales and spikes to seat herself atop the dragon.Â
I copied her, being careful to not hurt Viserion (not that Iâd be able to) and sat myself on top of the gold dragon. It was uncomfortable, almost like riding a really large horse with spikes and scales. How Daenerys was able to ride her dragons without a saddle or harness was beyond me.Â
My hands gripped onto the spikes on Viserions back, holding on tightly as the gold dragon began to shift around from a crouched position to fully stand. My hands gripped onto him tighter as I tried not to fall off. I peaked over its massive body to see that Viserion was getting ready to take off.Â
âW-wait!â I looked towards Daenerys who was watching from atop Drogon. âWhy is it taking off? What do I do?â Panic filled my voice.Â
There was no way in seven hells that she thinks that I can fly, right?Â
âHold on!â She grins just as Drogon takes off into the sky. VIserion gets ready and I can already feel myself slipping off. He takes off just as I adjust my position, hunching down and tightening my grip onto his spikes.Â
Wind rushes past my ears and my hair flows all over the place. Instinctively, I closed my eyes while Viserion flew in the air. I could hear Daenerys call for me from across the sky.Â
âOpen your eyes!â She says. âYouâll be safe, I promise.âÂ
Carefully, I opened them. It was brighter up in the sky than on the ground and had a lot less clouds. I could hear the, surprisingly, gentle flaps of Viserions wings. I cautiously looked down, seeing that we were miles off the ground, so far up that we could see Dragonstone Island and I could feel my stomach start to buzz.Â
âDonât look down,â I look up to see Daenerys. âWhen it was my first time I was terrified, as well, but you cannot let your fear control you or else it will transfer to your dragon.âÂ
I nodded, taking in her words and sitting up straight with confidence. Despite still feeling uneasy I managed to get my grip on things (literally). Daenerysâ words rung in my ears.Â
âYour dragon,âÂ
Iâd read of Dragons bonding with non-Targaryens or non-Valyrians, case and point being Hugh Hammer riding Vermithor during the Dance of Dragons. But it would make sense if I could bond with Viserion in light of recent findings.Â
âAlright, letâs see what we can do.â I said to Viserion and I.Â
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Daenerys and I spent the rest of the day riding our dragons. It was challenging, especially the part where you literally have to hold onto for dear life, but rewarding in the end.Â
In the end Viserion and I had truly bonded. He would know what I was thinking or how I was feeling without even saying a word to him. At first I thought it was just the two of us getting the hang of each other, but Daenerys explained that this was what she and Drogon felt. It was hard to believe that I was a Dragon Rider. But then again, this past week has shown that anything could be possible.Â
Getting off the Dragons was harder than getting on, my dress snagging on its scales, but not ripping entirely.Â
âI can help you with your riding,â Daenerys says as we walk back into the castle.Â
âIâd like that.â I replied. âIâm sure we can find books in the libraries that can help us too.âÂ
âHave you uncovered anything else?â She asks, expectantly.Â
I shook my head. âNothing of significance. Iâll keep reading and let you in on my findings.âÂ
We split off so we could clean ourselves up and get ready for dinner. The bathtub was already ready for me when I entered the room. I pulled off my dress and sunk into the steaming hot water. The tension in my shoulders loosened and I dipped my head back to rest on the edge of the bathtub.Â
The weight of my necklace lay heavy on my chest, a firm reminder of my⊠predicament. I tried not to think about it all, otherwise Iâd just spiral into some rabbit hole. Some days I wonder if itâs all some sort of dream. A long, vivid dream that I can't wake up from. A knot pulls at my chest, and my throat closes. My eyes flicker up to the ceiling, tears threatening to fall. I took a deep breath, the only thing I can do is take everything in day by day.
And then I fully submerged myself into the water.
a/n: finally, itâs here :) mb if thereâs any spelling mistakes, i tried to proofread it but i kept falling asleep and couldnât be asked anymore đ iâll fix it later, trust đ.
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confessions of a swordsman
zoro x reader
summary: Zoro and you are in a thing - what kind of thing? Who knows but Sanji decides to flirt with you to get Zoro jealous.
The laundry line had been put up for the day, Nami and you were on folding duty. A blanket was laid out on the grass, and you sat comfortably folding clothes into piles for each crew member. Nami was taking clothes off the line and placing them in a basket. The two of you had an efficient process and admittedly were having a good time just chatting. The navigator finally pulled down the last article of clothing and joined you on the blanket. She started matching socks and asked what your plans were for the next island docking.
âI need some new clothes,â she sighed, holding up one of her shirts with a large hole in it. âI donât even know how this happened.â
âI think we could all use some new clothes.â You held up one of Zoroâs shirts and stuck a finger through the tear at the neckline. Nami laughed when you wiggled a finger at her. âHe hates picking out clothes thoughâŠIâll probably just pick out a few things for him.â
Nami smirked. âWow. Are you just so domesticated.â
âItâs not like that,â you shrugged, folding the shirt, and placing it in Zoroâs pile of clothes. Your eyes didnât meet hers and thatâs all she needed.
âDo you want it to be like that?â
 âIâm just happy being on this ship and being by Luffyâs side.â
Your smile was bright and eager, but Nami saw through the feign contentment in your eyes, but she also knew there was truth to my statement. She said nothing else, but you werenât foolish enough to not think anything of it. For one, you were sure it was obvious to all that Zoro had a place in your heart and maybe, you in his. Not that either of you would ever admit it out loud â whatever was going on between him and you were a mystery to you like everyone else. The swordsman had a one-track mind, and you knew that from the first time you met. In the beginning, the two of you had bonded over trying to keep Luffy alive. Real friendship bloomed through late night drinking and exchanging stories, triumphs, laughter. Then one night, when everyone else went to bed, he kissed you under the moonlight. His kiss was eager but insecure until you kissed him back. You slept together that night and most nights after that â whenever privacy allotted.
But he never called it what it was or could be or should be.
Neither did you.
Now itâs been months of this, and you were trying your best to not want him in ways he wasnât willing to give. Not that you really knew what his willingness would amount to because you never talked about our relationship. It was confusing. But you also didnât want to be the one that needed more, who craved more because it felt weak.
âAll done.â
You smiled at Nami and divvyed up the piles to deliver the clean laundry. She left with her basket of clothes to take back to our dorms, and you made your way to the guyâs quarters. You knocked first but when no one answered you walked in; you were surprised to see Zoro napping but tiptoed around the room and placed each pile on different beds. When it came to the napping manâs pile of clothes, you moved to his portion of the wardrobe and placed them on a shelf. You nearly made it to the door when he called out your name and you turned.
âWhatâs up?â
âCome here,â he murmured, eyes hazy with sleep. He was on his back when you approached, and he quickly pulled you down to the bed. You fell on top of him, hands on his chest as he wrapped an arm effortlessly around your waist. His hand snaked around your neck and pulled you down, hair falling over his face. He grinned slightly and yanked you downwards for a kiss. Your body reacted in the way it always did when he touched you, and you wanted nothing more than to let him ruin you, but he kissed you hard once more and released you.
His eyes closed and then he started to snore.
You rolled your eyes and got off the bed, bringing his discarded blanket off the floor to cover him up. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, and you touched his cheek; his skin went warm and red, like he was blushing. He looked peaceful and you left him to his nap; needing something cold to drink to ease the heat of his lips on yours.
âŠ
The kitchen smelled like baked fish and fresh bread; you sauntered toward the kitchen island and asked Sanji if he needed help. He refused but asked you to sit and keep him company, offering up a bread roll when you agreed. The roll was warm and buttery. You groaned and thanked the man, but going quiet as he worked around the stove.
âYouâre awfully quiet over there. What did that idiot do to you?â
See, everyone knew.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Sanji smirked, lighting a cigarette. He pointed a spatula at you and said you were a bad liar. âYou can do better, by the way, but I guess I canât say Iâm blind. Everyone can see the way you two look at each other â as sick as that makes me.â
His dramatics made you smile. âI donât even know what us is. I mean, we all know how talkative Zoro is.â
The cook laughed with a shrug, deciding you could help, and motioned for you to come help with dicing. You got up and moved around next to him, he handed you a knife and instructed you on how to dice the green onions. You worked side by side for twenty minutes while he gave you advice on how to talk to Zoro â as much as that pained him. âHeâs a competitive asshole. So, work with that.â
âHow so?â
Sanji watched as you plated the salmon, nodding to the door just as it swung open from the deck. Your eyes went to Luffy who barged in with a smile and Zoro who had followed him, fresh from his nap. âHere, try this.â
The cook had grabbed you by the chin, turning your head gently to him. With his other hand, he spoon fed you a taste of the desert pudding and your cheeks went red. It was delicious but Sanjiâs eyes werenât on you â they were on Zoroâs, who was glaring from the doorway. You grabbed a hold of the spoon and Sanji released you, patting you lightly on the head before announcing that dinner was ready. Unable to even look at Zoro, you wiped your mouth with a kitchen cloth and helped Sanji serve the plates. After making sure everyone had a plate, you sat in the empty spot next to Zoro. He stiffed a little as you sat but then relaxed when you asked how his nap was. He smirked and just asked if you wanted some ale. The rest of the dinner went uneventful. The food was delicious, the drinks cold, and the conversations were lively. You offered to help Sanji with the dishes, but Zoro pointed it you already helped with dinner.
âLet the lazy cook do the dishes.â
Sanji retorted back with a curse but gave you a knowing smile. You stole a peek at Zoro and noted jealously in his eyes â Sanji was right, but you werenât sure how much you wanted to push it. Instead, you asked Zoro if he wanted to come to the library with you. âI found that book we were talking about.â
âIf Mosshead doesnât want to enjoy literature with you, Iâd be happy to after the dishes. We can light some candles, drink some wineâŠâ
You looked over to the counter, where Sanji was arranging the dishes; his eyes were smoldering and kind, you wanted to laugh at his thoughtful attempts to help you, but the way Zoro was fuming next to you â it seemed like he was enjoying torturing his crew mate.
âDo the damn dishes, idiot.â Zoro grumbled, reaching for your hand. His large fingers around your wrist were surprising. He had never touched you in front of the others and everyone, but Brooke and Franky were around now. No one really paid attention or was trying not to, as Zoro pushed back in his chair and got up. His eyes narrowed down to you, but then a softness overcame his entire face, and he asked if you were done.
All you could manage was a nod.
Then he helped you up from your chair and led you out of the kitchen, towards the library. He didnât say a word until you were in the library and then he dropped your hand. He moved toward the wall of books and spoke with his back to you.
âIf somethingâs going on between the cook and you, just tell me. I can take it.â
His back tensed as he waited for you to answer him.
âYouâre a real idiot.â
Zoro whipped around and cursed at you. âIâm not an idiot! Youâre the one flirting with that â that â Euro trash!â
âI wasnât flirting but even if I was, why do you care?â He seized at your question. âWell, why do you care, Zoro? Weâve never defined whatever this is.â
It was clear that he was flustered and angry, eyes burning with annoyance, but you stood your ground. All you wanted was to hear it from him; you knew Zoro was a man of action over words, but you needed this. Even if he said he didnât want you, that he could do without you â at least he would have said it. He owed you that much.
âWhat the hell do you want from me?â
His voice was husked, desperate for reasoning.
âI love you.â
The words came fumbling out of your mouth with a huge relief to your body. It felt great, airing out your feelings and even if he couldnât reciprocate, at least you said it. You stood there with the moonlight dancing through the windows and could only see Zoro lost in thought. Then, seconds later, he snapped out of it.
âDonât move,â he seethed through his teeth before storming out of the library. You stood there in disbelief and for a moment, you were afraid that he wasnât going to come back. That he was going to walk away from you and that would be the end of it. For a moment, you felt feign resolve; youâd get through it because you got through everything hard in your life.
Then his voice spoke from the library door and when you turned, he seemed more relaxed. He stared at you; hands crossed against his chest, cheeks a bit marooned. He looked proud and when you asked where he had gone, he smirked.
âI went to tell that cook to stay away from you.â
âYou did?â
Zoro grinned, walking toward you with a bit of swagger. âI donât need to confess anything to the rest of them or anyone, but you needed me to, so I did. I told them all that I loved you and for now on, we belong to each other.â
Your heart swayed as Zoro took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. âDonât play games with me. Just be straightforward, okay? If I catch anyone flirting with you again, Iâm kicking their ass, got it?â
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nodded. âI got it. Iâm sorry.â
Zoro kissed you roughly on the lips, hand resting at the base of your neck. His kisses turned softer after a minute, and then he pulled away to hold you against him. You felt safe in his arms and relief washed over you, tears forming in your eyes. When he felt a wetness seeping through his shirt, he gently pushed you off him.
âShit. I didnât mean for you to cry.â
Panicked filled his voice but you just laughed, brushing away the tears; touching the side of Zoroâs face, you watched as he melted against your touch and smiled. âIâm just really happy.â
Zoro chuckled lightly, pulling you back to him. âCome here, you little crybaby.â
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A Little Bird Told Me - Tara Carpenter
Summary: a badly interpreted tweet makes Tara get jealous
Warnings: Fem! Reader, a bit of angst, mentions of yellowjackets characters (Lottie Matthews and Lottienat), curse words
Word Count: 5.3k
"I propose a movie night at Tara's house!"
That catches the attention of the younger Carpenter, making her turn away from the direction of the Blackmore University library to answer Mindy with a teasing smile. "And who said I want you all at my house tonight?"
"You don't have a choice!" Mindy retorts, tossing a fallen leaf from the table they were sitting on towards Tara. "And you definitely want a certain someone to come to your house tonight."
"Yeah, you've been staring at the library door since she went in there." Anika joins her girlfriend in the argument, causing Tara's face to turn even redder.
You had been at the table earlier with Tara, Mindy, Anika, Chad, and Ethan, but a message had arrived on your phone and you hastily headed towards the library, letting your friends know you wouldn't take long. Since you left, the freckled girl couldn't help but look expectantly in that direction, missing your funny comments and calming presence.
It's true that Tara might have had a little crush on you since the beginning of this year, when you patiently and non-judgmentally listened to a long rant that Carpenter had been holding back about everything that had happened in Woodsboro. You had been there too, but you let her say everything she wanted and didn't even mention your own traumas, being more concerned with holding Tara in your arms as she shed the necessary tears. Since that night, she couldn't help but see you in a different light.
"Well, if everyone's up for it, I don't think Sam will mind having you all over." She tried to smoothly change the subject.
"I'm in!" Ethan was the first to confirm, followed by the other three instantly. Tara took the opportunity to take her phone out of her pocket and message Sam, informing her about the plans for later.
"Wow, who's that?" She heard Chad say, but didn't lift her head from her phone, thinking he was talking about some random girl he found attractive. However, Mindy's next sentence made Tara snap her head up so fast she almost got whiplash.
"Ooh, Y/n is in good company!" Mindy teased, and Tara followed her gaze until she spotted you, coming out of the library laughing alongside a girl who was clearly beautiful even from a distance. The dark wavy hair framed her face perfectly, and she was tall like a model. There was no reason for it, but the Carpenter girl suddenly felt intimidated by this new mystery girl.
You continued walking with her towards your friends, and as you got close enough to be seen clearly but not close enough to overhear the conversation, Chad blurted out a comment. "Damn, is that Charlotte Matthews?"
"Fuck! I think it is!" Anika added with excitement. Seeing the huge question mark on Tara's face, she hurriedly explained. "Lottie is on the college women's soccer team, and they're basically unbeatable. She's, like, super popular."
Tara crossed her arms and looked in your direction again, a bitter taste forming in her mouth as she noticed you were still laughing at something the girl had told you. What could possibly be so amusing?
"I didn't know Y/n had rizz like that." Mindy added with a thoughtful expression. "Good for her."
Before Tara could say that there was nothing to indicate you had any interest in Lottie (something she was also trying to convince herself of), you finally reached the table, greeting your friends with a smile. "Hey, guys."
"Hey." Lottie spoke after you, a bit shyly. How dare she be beautiful, tall as a goddess, and yet still have an adorable charm?
Everyone responded, and Tara found herself forcing a smile to hide her conflicting feelings. She sought your gaze, and some of the knot in her stomach unraveled as you locked eyes. "We're having a movie night at my place tonight, do you want to come?"
Your expression twisted into one of sorrowful regret. "Can't, sorry. I'll be tutoring Lottie in organic chemistry, it'll probably take the whole day." Tara realized you were still looking at her, trying to decipher if she was upset about your absence. Ever since movie nights had become a kind of tradition within the group, you had never missed one. This would be the first time you wouldn't be there, and Tara could tell you felt bad about it.
"Don't worry about it!" Mindy waved her hands nonchalantly, then turned to Tara with a teasing smile. "We get that you have bigger priorities, right, Tara?"
You still looked at the girl like a lost puppy, eagerly awaiting her reaction. Tara swallowed a sigh and forced herself to maintain a fake smile to calm her nerves. "Right. It was about time you put that brain of yours to some use."
With the girl's joke, you laughed, visibly becoming less tense as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye, everyone!" You waved goodbye to everyone at the table, Lottie doing the same out of politeness, and Tara watched bitterly as the two of you walked away side by side, probably heading towards the player's dorm.
"I bet 5 bucks Y/n will show up tomorrow with a massive hickey on her neck." Chad jokes, and the group laughs in response. Tara, being the only one not finding the joke funny, lets out an irritated huff and stands up, slinging her own bag over her shoulder. "Let's get going already, I want to pick the movie."
She starts walking slowly, ignoring Ethan's protests that it's his turn to choose.
The truth was: Tara just didn't want them to see how upset she was about your absence.
_
I want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.
Tara grimaced as she heard the line spoken by Christian Bale through the television, and she could see from the corner of her eye that everyone had shifted uncomfortably, relating the line to the events of the previous year.
Ethan had chosen American Psycho as the movie for the night, and Tara didn't want to protest since you weren't there for her to gauge your reactions to the film she chose. She sighed and glanced at her phone's lock screen again, hoping for a message from you saying that the tutoring had ended early and you were on your way. It never came.
She ran her hands over her face in frustration. The thought of you alone with an annoyingly beautiful girl in her room was enough to make a vein in her temple throb. What if Chad was right? What if tomorrow you showed up with a hickey on your neck, holding hands with Lottie Matthews, strolling across campus like the most beloved couple in America?
Ugh. She pressed her eyes shut to try to banish the image from her mind. When did she let her feelings for you become so... intense? It was almost humiliating to think that Tara Carpenter had gone from the girl who spent most of her time alone to the girl who couldn't stand a few hours without you.
Feeling a strange surge of pride, Tara shook her head and grabbed her phone, opening the front camera. She was having fun and definitely not sinking into miserable thoughts, right? So she had to post a picture to prove that she was perfectly happy! Of course, that had nothing to do with you, and she certainly didn't care if you saw the photo while you were busy doing who knows what with one of the most desired girls at Blackmore.
"Hey, guys! Look here real quick!" Tara alerted, and everyone shuffled to get into the selfie. Sam sat beside her with a restrained smile, Anika and Mindy were wrapped in each other's arms a bit behind the Carpenters, and Chad had an arm around Ethan's shoulders, who responded by making a peace sign with his fingers behind his roommate's head.
Tara snapped the picture and examined the result, mindlessly promising to send it to Anika when the girl asked. The younger Carpenter discreetly zoomed in on her own face, deciding if she looked pretty enough to post it or not. Satisfied, she opened Instagram and uploaded the photo as a story, adding a caption underneath. Great night with these weirdos.
After that, Tara locked her phone, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she wasn't eagerly waiting for your comment. She stared fixedly at the TV, feigning deep interest in Patrick Bateman's actions, as if she hadn't lost focus on the movie within the first twenty minutes.
5 minutes later, her phone buzzed with a notification. You had replied to her story.
Tara almost giggled and kicked her feet because of how quickly you messaged. That had to be a good sign. You wouldn't have replied so fast if you were busy doing something... or someone else. Right?
"Don't have too much fun without me." Your message read. The younger Carpenter bit her lower lip to contain a wider smile on her face.
"Never." She typed, but thought better of it and deleted it, typing out a different response. "I can't promise anything."
You read the message but didn't reply any further, probably returning to your duties as a tutor. Tara didn't complain, as she was already more than satisfied with the quick attention you gave her.
She comfortably leaned back on the couch, where she was seated between Sam and Mindy, the latter gently stroking Anika's hair, who was sitting beside her. The two boys were on the floor engaged in a heated discussion about whether Ethan was an incel or not based on his choice of movie.
Feeling more relaxed, Tara reached over to snatch some popcorn from Sam, earning a light smack and narrowed eyes in retaliation. She offered an innocent smile to her older sister, who simply rolled her eyes and placed the popcorn bucket between them, succumbing to the silent plea.
Tara could almost have forgotten she had been upset. Almost. But then her phone vibrated with another notification.
It was from your Twitter, and from the notification bar, apparently, you had tweeted "hjsuzgabasi."
She frowned, trying to figure out what the hell you were trying to say. Unlocking her phone, Tara quickly opened the Twitter app, searching for your profile so she could reply with something like "???" on your latest post.
But as she was about to comment on your tweet, she noticed the other two you had just posted.
She's soooooo prettyyyđđ just one chance please
Her brown eyes omg im so gay
Tara's mood instantly turned sour. Had you just tweeted about Lottie Matthews? I mean, you were with her now, and Tara vividly remembered the girl's big, enchanting brown eyes. Of course, you were tweeting about the gay panic you were probably experiencing in real life.
She sighed and stood up from the couch. "I'm gonna grab some water." Tara mumbled to justify her departure and headed to the kitchen, still holding her phone. Suddenly, the fun atmosphere she had felt for a few minutes had given way to a nauseating feeling churning in her stomach.
She turned the phone over before grabbing a glass, but her eyebrows furrowed when she realized your tweets were no longer there. Holding the device with both hands now, she refreshed your profile again, but the posts had vanished as if they were a mirage. You had probably deleted them to prevent Lottie from seeing, or something like that.
Either way, the tweets had been there, and Tara had firsthand seen your super gay panic as you probably looked at the soccer player. She hated the thought that you might be blushing right now over something Lottie said, giving one of your cute shy smiles as she ran her hand through your hair, eventually trailing down to your neck and pulling you in for...
No! Tara was already torturing herself enough without imagining what you two might be doing. She didn't need another reason to ruin her own night.
So, after downing a glass of water and trying to contain the terrible feeling spreading through her system, Tara returned to the living room dragging her feet, doing her best to force herself to enjoy the rest of the night with her friends.
She definitely wasn't caring about your stupid new crush.
_
"Ugh! If you point out one more mistake of mine, I'm going to bite your arm!" Lottie complained dramatically, leaning back in her swivel chair and turning towards you, avoiding looking at the open notebook with unsolved questions.
You chuckled at her antics. "Let's not resort to cannibalism, okay? I'd rather stay whole if I still have to finish teaching you things."
"Can we at least take a break? My brain is killing me." She didn't even wait for your response and immediately got up, heading towards her own bed and lying down without ceremony. You just shook your head with a smile and stretched your arms, still sitting in the chair. Lottie was right, after all. You both deserved a bit of rest.
Taking advantage of the break, you took your phone out of your bag pocket and quickly checked your notifications, stopping at one that made your heart race and a small smile start to form on your face.
Opening the app, you viewed Tara's story. A photo of everyone in the group (minus Quinn, who was probably at one of her flings' places) gathered in the Carpenter's living room, with happy expressions that must have come from the fun of the movie nights.
You thought for a few seconds before sending a playful response. "Don't have too much fun without me." There was a bit of truth hidden behind those words, considering you felt bad for missing out on this time with your friends, but mostly for not being there with Tara.
It had been a few years since you started developing feelings for the younger Carpenter. You had met in school in Woodsboro and grew closer when you were assigned a literature project together. Since then, Tara introduced you to her other friends and you became a significant part of her life.
She made you feel heard and appreciated, so it didn't take long for you to fall in love and get lost in the sparkle of those brown eyes. But you weren't stupid. Everyone could see that Tara Carpenter only had eyes for Amber Freeman. So you decided to take a step back and act as a good friend to Tara, painfully listening when she talked about her immense love for her girlfriend.
You even thought about moving on from her, but then the "Woodsboro Massacre" happened, you knew you couldn't leave the girl alone during such a vulnerable time. So, despite your head warning you that you would get hurt, you followed your heart and never left Tara's side for a second.
"I can't promise anything." She replied after a while, and you smiled at the familiarity of her classic sense of humor in the message. You exited the chat shortly after, returning to Tara's stories to look at the posted photo once again.
You zoomed in on the familiar face, much like a high school girl stalking her crush, and involuntarily broke into a silly smile. Tara's dark hair was loose, waves cascading over her shoulder. She had a slight smile on her face that allowed you to catch a glimpse of her adorable dimple. The photo quality was good but not enough for you to see the freckles you knew were there, on her cheeks and nose, that you wished you could someday get close enough to count with the tips of your fingers.
With your heart pounding in your chest, you decided you were feeling too many emotions to keep them to yourself. So, like a good contemporary girl, you searched for the Twitter app on your phone and prepared for a gay vent of at least 100 characters.
"Why are you so red?" Lottie asks from her spot on the bed, startling you as you had completely forgotten about her presence.
Wide-eyed, you look at her and try to come up with something. "N-nothing. Must be your imagination."
Clearly, the excuse doesn't work with Lottie, because she breaks into a teasing smile and raises her eyebrows as if she knows all your secrets. "What was it? Did Tara send you a message?"
"Shut up." You release a weak grumble and quickly turn back to your phone, tweeting the first thing that came to your mind upon seeing your best friend's earlier photo. hjsuzgabasi. Poetic.
"Come on! Don't you think it's about time you confess your feelings?" Lottie sits up straight on the bed to better analyze you. "I mean, you talk about her all the time in class. Tara this, Tara that, Tara, Tara, Tara."
"I don't want to ruin our friendship, okay?" You turn to the soccer player before sending out more tweets containing your embarrassing thoughts about the younger Carpenter. She's soooooo prettyyyđđ just one chance please. Her brown eyes omg im so gay
Lottie sighs and gets up, walking over to you and placing her hands affectionately on your shoulders. "Look, I might not know her as well, but if she's as good a friend as you describe, she wouldn't stop talking to you over something you can't even control."
"I know. Maybe I'll tell her someday." You speak in a hushed voice but quickly lift your head to look up at the tall girl with a playful expression. "You know, you should take your own advice and just admit you have a crush on a certain Natalie Scatorccio from your soccer team."
Her eyes widen, and she blushes deeply, pushing your swivel chair back slightly as she returns to the bed, not before flipping you off. "Shut up, you fucking loser."
You laugh at that, and Lottie joins in right after. Maybe you two weren't as close as you were with the others in your group (especially Tara), but the time you spent sitting next to each other during those tedious organic chemistry classes was enough to cultivate a great friendship.
Still chuckling a bit, you returned your gaze to your phone, and... your heart dropped into your stomach. Oh no.
"Shit, shit, shit!" You exclaim, rushing to delete the posts as quickly as possible. How could you have gotten so distracted?!
"What's wrong?" Lottie asks, alarmed, watching with a concerned expression as you hurriedly tap on your phone, looking on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"I tweeted from my main account!" You reply with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "I didn't realize I wasn't on my private one, and I tweeted my gay panic about Tara's photo in a place where she can see! What do I do?!"
The taller girl walks over to you again, placing a hand in the space between your shoulders and encouraging you to take a deep breath along with her. "Calm down. Is there anything in the tweet that makes it clear it was about her?"
"Nothing specific... Damn it." You close your eyes and rest your head on the desk for a few seconds. What if Tara had seen the post, and now she's telling Sam how pathetic she thinks you are? Even worse, tonight was movie night! What if Tara had shown the tweets to everyone, and now they were all collectively laughing at you?
You pick up your phone again and open your messages, searching for Anika's contact. She and Mindy (who never let anything slide) were the only ones who had caught on to your crush on Tara and had already tried to advise you to confess your feelings, though they were still keeping the information a secret at your request. Between the two, the least likely to laugh at your current situation was the Kayoko, so you decided to beg her for help.
You
Nik, pls tell me Tara isn't on her phone rn
I may have accidentally posted my gay panic at her photo on twtâŠ
Fashion Iconâ (Anika)
WHAT??????????
OMG, you guys are finally gonna dateđ
Wait, she's in the kitchen, let me take a look
Oh.
You
Oh????
Wdym oh????
Fashion Iconâ (Anika)
She's looking weirdly at her phone
She seems upset
You
Oh.
Fashion Iconâ (Anika)
It's probably not with you
You
Forget it
Thx for the help
Lottie still gives you some awkward pats on your back as you turn to her fully, and you know she read everything over your shoulder when she offers a small supportive smile to try and make you feel better. You let Lottie embrace you as you close your eyes, feeling desperate tears threatening to fall.
"She doesn't like me back, does she?" You whisper into the girl's shoulder, and she squeezes you a little tighter in her hold.
"You don't know that. Try talking to her tomorrow, okay?"
Unwilling to utter any sound, you simply nod in agreement, knowing that even though the problem is only for tomorrow, you'll already feel the effects of it today.
_Â
It wasn't a good day for Tara.
The petite girl had tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to close her eyes with some inexplicable anger flooding her body. Every time she allowed herself to relax for a few seconds, the image of you being much closer to Charlotte Matthews than you should have been appeared in her mind like a bitter reminder.
And Tara could be very proud and stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. She knew perfectly well that her sour mood was out of pure jealousy and anger at herself for letting you slip through her fingers. But even though the negative feelings had their origin within herself, Tara still wasn't the best at dealing with her emotions and she knew she was making her bad mood everyone else's problem.
Unfortunately, you didn't know this when you approached her in the hallways of Blackmore University, with an apprehensive expression on your face and your heart in your hand. If Tara noticed your increasingly close presence, she didn't move a muscle to show it, but she moved plenty to walk faster, trying to cross your path without making contact.
"Hey, Tara." You stop her with a hand on her shoulder. This wasn't the best place to talk, considering you had just left a class and your classmates were spilling out into the hallway, chatting and filling the space. "Can we talk about what happened yesterday?"
"You mean the tweets?" She asks with an indifferent tone, but you knew the girl well enough to recognize the clenched jaw that hinted at a touch of irritation. "You don't need to say anything. Seriously."
"But..."
"Look, really." Tara cuts you off, crossing her arms and avoiding your gaze. You could feel the growing aggression in her voice. "I'm not in the mood to hear about it right now."
You feel your heart crack a little. It seemed like Tara didn't even want to hear you say that you liked her. Was it some sort of denial? Like if she doesn't hear the words coming out of your mouth, can she pretend your feelings don't exist?
Either way, before you could retort, a familiar voice calls your name in the hallway, and you turn to see Lottie Matthews waving in your direction. But she stops and takes on a surprised expression upon noticing Tara with you. You hear a scoff, and when you turn back, Tara is already walking away, ending the conversation without waiting for your input.
A few seconds later, Lottie arrives by your side in the hallway, looking at you cautiously. "So..."
Feeling hurt not only by Tara's apparent rejection but also by how she seemed so disturbed by the idea of your feelings for her, you simply shake your head in denial, letting tears run down your face to ease the pain you felt on the inside.
You felt Lottie pull you by the wrist towards the bathroom, probably to give you more privacy in that emotional moment, and you were thankful, but you couldn't express anything other than anguish. It felt like your whole world was spinning and falling apart in pieces.
Fuck that shitty bird social media.
_
"What's wrong with you?!"
Tara and everyone else at the table (Chad, Mindy, and Ethan) looked up in alarm as Anika's impactful entrance echoed in. She dropped her bag onto the wooden surface with a thud and was glaring specifically at Tara with frustration.
"Baby, what-" Mindy tried to speak up, but Anika raised her index finger, and her girlfriend quickly fell silent with a final okay, adhering to the "happy wife, happy life" motto.
Everyone stared at the scene apprehensively, as it was the first time they had seen Anika so upset about something. Even Tara, who had an idea of the reason for her behavior, was just staring in a state of shock and fear.
"Listen, whatever you've done to Y/n, you need to fix it now." Anika emphasized, tapping the tip of her index finger on the table for added effect. "She's been crying her eyes out in the H building's bathroom for the past 40 minutes because of some shit you pulled."
"I⊠I didn't mean toâŠ" Tara stammered and closed her eyes tightly, feeling a lump in her throat forming from guilt. Once again, Tara remembered one of Sam's warnings about seeking help to better manage her emotions and quietly cursed herself. The last thing she wanted was to hurt you, but she was like a ticking time bomb of negative feelings that unfortunately exploded onto you, who didn't deserve to suffer because of Tara's actions.
"I don't care about what you wanted or didn't want." Anika speaks sternly, not breaking eye contact with Tara. "All I know is that there's a girl who would give the world to you, crying because of your unnecessary rudeness, and you need to fix that."
Tara jumps up and gathers her things quickly, nodding in affirmation and avoiding the inquisitive gazes of their friends. "Yeah⊠I will. I'll apologize." The others watch her hurry off towards building H, and Anika slumps with exhaustion into the seat next to Mindy, which Tara had previously occupied.
"Do you think they'll finally confess to each other?" Mindy asks, gently petting her girlfriend's head, which now rests on her shoulder.
"They better. I can't go through this again." Anika replies, closing her eyes to enjoy the touch of her girlfriend's fingers through her hair. On the other side of the table, the guys still have wide eyes, processing what they witnessed.
"Uh⊠You're not gonna explain anything to us, are you?" Ethan questions, gesturing to himself and Chad with quick motions.
The two girls exchange a quick look and respond in unison. "No."
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Tara's hands are trembling as she reaches the bathroom door.
Nausea churns within her due to the nervousness of the conversation she's about to have. She knows she'll need to explain the reason for being so rude, which means she'll have to tell you about her feelings, even though she anticipates you'll reject her since you already have someone else in your heart.
Would you at least accept remaining friends? Or had she ruined that option by preventing you from discussing your compromising tweets about Lottie earlier?
With one final sigh and a shake of her head, Tara decides to stop stalling and takes the first step to enter the restroom and get it over with.
The first thing she notices is your back turned towards her. Your silhouette makes it clear you have your arms crossed, leaning your hips against the sink so your weight rests on your left side. The second thing she sees is Charlotte Matthews standing in front of you, using a tissue to wipe your face, which Tara imagines is damp from tears.
Before she could do anything, the soccer player noticed her presence and her mouth formed an "O" shape. Looking between you and Tara, she quickly mumbles, "I'll leave you alone," and exits the restroom, causing you to glance back in questioning.
Tara feels the air being sucked out of her lungs as your eyes meet. Your eyes and nose are red, and she can still see traces of the glistening trail down your cheeks. She takes a step forward and places her hand on the sink, noticing that you're still keeping your arms crossed and prefer looking at your own sneakers rather than at her.
With a sigh, she's the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about earlier today. I didn't want to hurt you."
"It's okay," you reply, shifting your right foot back and forth. Tara knows that's one of your signs of nervousness. "You can't control how you feel, right?"
The petite girl looks at you in shock, but you don't seem to notice, still looking down. Had she got it right? Did you know about her feelings? "That's true. Maybe I'm being selfish, but... I didn't want to ruin our friendship over this. Is that okay with you?"
You finally look at Tara. Your eyes widen, and you quickly nod. "Of course! I didn't want to lose you just because we're not on the same page. These things happen, right?"
Tara feels her heart ache at the sentence. Was that your way of gently rejecting her? "Yeah. These things happen."
A few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass, but neither of you move, fearing that any wrong move would spoil the small progress you've just made. Again, Tara, with her impatience, initiates the conversation, hating the absence of any sound. "I hope she makes you happy."
She watches as your expression changes to one of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side. "What?"
"Lottie." Tara points back to where the girl had left a few minutes ago. "She seems... nice. You have good taste."
"You think I like Lottie?!" She's startled by the outraged tone of your question. You take a step closer, as if wanting to hear more clearly what she was saying.
"Wasn't it about her? The tweet you made?" Tara asks, more bewildered than you. "Pretty girl, brown eyes..."
"It was about you!" You burst out, unable to contain the information any longer. "I'm in love with you! The whole time, I was talking about you, Tara! I saw you in yesterday's photo, and you looked so beautiful that... hmph!"
You are silenced by Tara's soft lips meeting yours, initiating a passionate and much-needed kiss from both sides. Your hands descend to her waist as her hands pull you by the nape of your neck, trying to bring you impossibly closer.
Without breaking the kiss, you move clumsily until Tara's back is fully supported against the sink, your arms holding her in place by the hips. She sighs as you part for a breath, and a genuine smile forms on your face.
"Wow." You laugh and pull back slightly, just enough so that your noses are no longer touching. "I wasn't expecting that."
"I thought you knew I liked you." Tara laughs along, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck to try to ease the redness in her own face.
You gently stroke her hip with your thumb. "Is that what you were talking about earlier? I thought you were rejecting me."
"I thought you were rejecting me." She playfully nudges your chest with medium force. Tara's smile becomes a bit more subdued as she moves her hands from your nape to hold your face. "I'm sorry for being rude earlier and hurting you."
You shake your head. "It's okay. Now I know you were just jealous." Your tone is teasing, and you raise your eyebrows twice just to mess with Tara a little more.
"Shut up." She rolls her eyes, smiles, and pulls you by the wrist until you're out of the bathroom. "I'll make it up to you with some ice cream, what do you think?"
"If you throw in a few kisses in the middle of that offer, I might consider."
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A Change in Attitude (Wolverine x Fem!Reader)
đ prompt: everyone knows logan as the gruff man with a grumpy demeanor. but that changes when youâre around đ cw: sexually suggestive themes (no smut), kinda innocent!reader, dirty minded!logan (heheh i couldnât resist), canât think of anything else đ a/n: thanks for the req! <33 only proofread once bc i was so excited to post hehe
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âIâm so glad you accepted my invitation. Well, Charlesâ invitation.â Hank was beaming, giving you a tight hug.
âMe too! Being a research assistant isnât as fun as being an X-Men.â You gushed.
You and Hank had been friends for years, meeting when you were just kids. Your powers developed around the same time, making you lean on each other, since no one else could relate. Recently, he and Charles asked you to join the team, and you excitedly accepted. Who would turn down an opportunity like this?
You didnât know much about the others, just what Hank told you, which was really just their names and powers, not their personality.
You walked into the building, taking a deep breath and accepting that this would be your life from here on out.
âEveryoneâs in Charlesâ office.â Hank made you aware. You nodded as he led you there.
Walking inside the office, you saw everyone for the first time. Colossus, Storm, Gambit, Cyclops⊠and Wolverine.
Logan was looking out the window, not paying attention to anything, while everyone else was thrilled to have a new team member.
âAh, welcome, (Y/N)!â Charles greeted you. He introduced himself, as if you didnât already know who he was. He went around the room and also introduced all the X-Men. When he said Loganâs name, he finally looked at you, and your stomach made you feel like you were on a rollercoaster just from his eye contact.
âI was thinking, we could all go out back and give a short demonstration of our powers. Does that sound alright to you?â Charles was so polite.
âYes, that sounds perfect, Professor.â You smiled brightly.
As everyone shuffled their way to the yard, you caught Loganâs eye again. His frown and furrowed brow faded as he watched you walk outside, staring at you. You blushed, hiding your smile by turning away.
Once outside, everyone spread apart and prepared to show you their powers. They each did a speedy presentation, just showing you what they can do, or explaining their abilities. You cheered for everyone, wowed by what they could do! Yet again, Logan went last.
He stepped forward. âI have regenerative abilities. Oh, and these.â In a flash, he unsheathed his metal claws.
It took your breath away for a moment. âNice! Very impressive.â
He nodded in thanks, returning to his original spot.
âYour turn, (Y/N).â Hank tapped your shoulder.
âOh, yeah. Um.. My ability is bioluminescence. My hair glows on command, and I can create and throw light. Itâs kinda similar to a ball of fire.â You placed your hands together, generating a small ball of light, before throwing it at a target in the yard, hitting a bullseye. The light ripped right through the fabric mark.
You got a few âooâsâ and âahhâsâ from the others, and from some of the students passing by.
âSo thatâs why your hair is blue! Itâs so pretty.â Ororo ran over to you.
âThanks! I like your hair too.â You smiled at her. You glanced at Logan to see his reaction, and he was already staring at you (again), with a smirk on his face.
âAmazing! So, (Y/N), tomorrow I want you to focus on combat training. While your ability is powerful, you might not always be able to rely on it. So, Logan will train you one-on-one, since heâs our best fighter. I want to see you two together at 8am in the training facility.â
âYes sir.â You bowed your head in understanding.
The other X-Men dispersed, besides Hank and Logan.
âCâmon, Iâll show you to your room.â Logan walks over to you.
âUh-â Before you could answer, Hank interjected.
âIâve got it, Logan.â He replied.
âWeâre gonna be training together anyway, might as well show her around. Get to know her.â
âSince when do you âget to knowâ anyone?â
âSince now. Beat it, bub.â
Hank muttered a quick âIâll catch up with you later.â And left you to the Wolverine himself.
Logan took you on a tour of the mansion, showing you just about every room. You had already forgotten where everything was by the end of it, besides the more important rooms. Throughout the tour, Logan was joking around with you, which you thought was strange. Not in a bad way! Just from his demeanor, you didnât expect him to be the joking type, but you suppose you read him wrong when you first met. He was cracking you up throughout the entire tour.
Lastly, he led you down a long hallway. âThe bathroomâs right here. Itâs shared, so lock the door.â He winked. âAnd this is your room.â It was the last one on the right.
âWhereâs your room?â You asked, and he pointed to the door right across from yours. âOh! Convenient.â You laughed, thinking since you two were paired together, it was funny your rooms were next to each others; You didnât even realize how it could come across as suggestive. He hid his smug grin.
You walked inside. The room was perfect for you. A nice bed, a closet, wardrobe, mirror, and a big window. There was also a small TV mounted to the wall. Itâs all you could have asked for.
âThanks for the tour!â You said as you walked over to your bags. Assuming Logan would leave you be, you started to unpack.
You pulled out the first packing cube in your suitcase, which just so happened to be filled with your underwear. You opened the wardrobe drawer and started to put away your panties.
âYâneed help unpacking?â You heard Loganâs gruff voice right behind you, making you jump.
âI-â You put your hands behind your back, hiding your underwear. âNo, thank you.â A rose tint made its way to your cheeks.
âItâs nothinâ to be embarrassed of. We all wear underwear. You just happen to wear panties with little pink bows on them.â He winked at you.
âOh my God.â You whisper, âI-Iâm good. Thank you, Logan.â You usher him to the door.
âYou sure? No matching bra I can help you put away?â He jested.
âNope! No thank you! Iâll see you tomorrow!â You ushered him out, shutting the door, putting your back against it, and sighing.
Once you had most of your clothes put away, it was already 10pm. You didnât eat dinner, since you felt too awkward to face Logan after the event that took place earlier. You just decided to take a quick shower, then head to bed.
You grabbed your essentials and went to the bathroom. The halls were quiet and dark, letting you know everyone else was likely already asleep. You showered quickly, wanting to rest up since you had combat training in the morning. Rushing through your routine, you were done in about fifteen minutes.
As you wrapped your towel around your body, you realized you forgot to bring your pajamas into the bathroom.
You groaned in frustration, but assumed it was fine since everyone was already away in their rooms. You grabbed your things and decided to make a run for it. Your room wasnât too far from the bathroom. You unlocked the door, swinging it open and runningâ before knocking into something so hard, it made you fall backwards.
âHuh?â You hear a rough voice grunt out. Logan.
Of course itâs him.
You quickly repositioned your towel to cover yourself, while he turned around, confused. Looking down at you, he laughed.
âAre you okay?â
âI forgot my clothesâŠâ You ignored his question, and completely forgot to ask why heâs standing in the middle of the hallway at night.. He offered his hand and you accepted, pulling you up like you weighed nothing. It was impressive. He leaned down, grabbing your shampoo and such for you, while you scurried off to your room. He followed right behind you.
âSorry.â You apologize, as he sets your things on your dresser.
âAre you okay?â He asked again.
âMhm, Iâm fine. Thank you.â
You two stood there, for what felt like forever, staring at each other, only illuminated by the moonlight shining through your open window. You could use your powers right now, to glow, and light up the room, but you werenât sure you wanted him to see you in a towel.
âIâm gonna get dressed now.â You break the silence.
âOh, yeah. Goodnight, (Y/N).â He looked pleased.
âGoodnight, Logan.â
***
Youâve been tossing and turning in your bed for hours, with it now being 1am. You didnât know why you couldnât sleep; a new place, the thought of spending alone time with Logan in a few short hours, or the fact that your stomach pinged in pain from not eating dinner.
After wrestling with your thoughts, you decided to go downstairs to the kitchen and get a snack. Just a quick one, to settle your stomach.
You slipped out of your room and headed straight for the pantry. There were dried berries, nuts, jerky; lots of healthy options. You grabbed a small package of trail mix and sat at the bar, tearing it open immediately.
Lost in your snack, you didnât even see Logan enter the kitchen.
âShouldnât you be asleep?â His voice startled you, making you yelp in fear. âWasnât trying to scare you, doll.â He laughed.
The nickname made your stomach flip. âI didnât eat dinner, and I couldnât go to bed.â
âSâalright. Just messing with you. But you should be sleeping. How else are you gonna take me tomorrow?â
âYou mean âtake you onâ?â You emphasized.
âYeah. Sure... Cute PJâs.â
You looked down at your clothes; an oversized t-shirt and red plaid shorts. âHa ha. Thanks.â You responded, sarcastically.
âCâmon, you can finish your snack in your room. You need to sleep.â He helped you up from the stool and walked you to your bedroom.
Once he turned around to go to his own bed, you said âGoodnight, Lo.â Giving him a nickname, since he gave you one.
He stopped in his tracks, and turned around. The smile on his face was something you could stare at forever.
âGoodnight, doll.â
***
The alarm on your phone woke you up, after the few short hours you slept. You dragged yourself out of bed and slipped on a tank top and Nike shorts. Then, you went to the bathroom; brushed your hair, teeth and freshened up before heading to breakfast.
Once you entered the kitchen, there was a lot of peopleâ X-Men, teachers, and students alike. Only the X-Men, who were grouped at a table in the corner, noticed your appearance. Ororo waved you over, so you swiftly grabbed something to eat, and sat down next to her.
âGâmorning!â You said, cheerfully, trying to hide your sleepiness.
They all greeted you back.
âHowâd you sleep?â Ororo asked, making you glance towards Logan, who was trying to hide his laughter.
âEh. I couldnât really.â You shrugged. âJust nerves, I guess.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Thatâs terrible, especially since you have to train with Claws over there. He doesn't really take it easy on anyone.â She jokes.
âDonât worry. Iâll loosen up, just for today.â He had a satirical tone in his voice.
âAw! Claws has got a heart today, huh!â Ororo laughed.
âJust for (Y/N).â He stood up, taking his now-empty plate over to the sink. You ate quickly, wanting to get a start on your day. Logan noticed your clear bowl, which a few moments ago was inhabited by fruit.
âLetâs go! Weâve got a lot to work on.â His tone was dramatic, teasing.
âOkay, Lo. Iâm coming.â You stood from your seat.
Everyone looked at you like you had just sprouted another limb from your forehead.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â Hank replied hastily, âHave fun.â
âCâmon.â Logan wrapped an arm around your shoulders in order to hurry you out the door faster.
Walking down the endless hallways of the mansion, you two finally reached the training facility. It was a huge, open room with a tumbling mat covering the floor. On one of the walls was a huge window, looking into a room with stadium seatingâ no doubt to have students watch and learn.
He started you out with conditioning; jumping jacks, running laps, planking, and everything else you could think of. You had already broken into a sweat after 10 minutes due to his intense regimen.
He continued his teachings, showing you how to throw a proper punch (which he made you test out on his stomach), evading attacks, and good footwork.
âYouâre pretty agile. Do you have any background in fighting? Or acrobatics?â
âYeah, I did gymnastics for 14 years. Iâd hope by now Iâd be pretty nimble.â You laughed, and he had a look of awe on his face.
Hours later, you were finally putting his teachings into use.
âWeâre gonna spar now. Iâm not going hit you, but youâre going to really hit me. Okay?â
You looked worried, and your eyes dropped to the ground. âUh, I donât knowââ
âHey.â He brought your attention back up to his face. âRegenerative healing. Metal skeleton. You canât hurt me with your fists or feet. I promise.â
You just nodded.
âSo, again. Come at me with everything you got. If you manage to knock me out of the ring, you win. If I pin you down, I win. Weâll stop training for today after this.â
âOkay.â Your voice wavered.
You two walk over to the mat with a big, white circle on it, and stand on opposite sides.
âReady?â He cocks his head with the faintest smirk on his face, knowing you had just about no chance of winning. Of course you were unaware of that.
âMhm!â
âSet. Go!â
He immediately runs at you, and the first thing you can think of is to kick his side. You raised your leg, and struck his ribs as hard as you could.
Quickly, so quick you didnât understand what was happening, he grabbed your leg and pulled, sweeping your legs out from under you. You landed on the ground with a thud. It shocked you, unable to think for a moment.
But that moment was all it took for Logan to pin you to the ground, straddling your stomach. You tried to wiggle your way free, pushing his body with all your might, but it was no use. You were immobile.
You tapped his shoulder, signaling your loss. He got up and extended a hand to help you.
âI thought you said you were gonna go easy on me.â You fake-pouted.
âOh, câmon doll.â He grinned, âYou did good. Weâll keep working on training tomorrow, okay? Same time.â
You nodded, right as you heard the doors behind you open to show Hank.
âHey, (Y/N). Do you wanna eat dinner with me?â
âAh, yes!â You jumped with enthusiasm. âWe have some catching up to do.â
âCool. Is she good to go?â
âYeah, fine. Good work today.â
âThanks, Lo!â You ran off with Hank, needing to shower and get ready.
***
âSo, howâd today go?â He asked, taking a bite of his food. He ended up taking you to a really nice restaurant to congratulate you on your first day.
âSo good! I feel like Lo taught me a lot, honestly.â
âBefore I forget, did Logan ask you to call him âLoâ?â
âUh.. no? Why?â You worried.
âItâs just⊠Logan is really friendly with anyone. He doesnât do jokes or nicknames. Itâs a little shocking you called him âLoâ and his claws didnât immediately come out.â He laughed.
His words left you even more confused. Hates joking around and nicknames? Thatâs the opposite of how he acts around you.
âBut, he plays around with me? And he called me a nickname first. I thought he was okay with it.â You were nervous that the nickname youâd given him had somehow upset himâŠ
âYeah, thatâs why itâs so.. out of the norm. Maybe heâs got a crush on you.â Hankâs voice dripped in mischief.
âNo, thatâs definitely not it. Loâs justââ You corrected yourself. âLoganâs just like that with everyone. He doesnât have a crush on me.â You couldnât, didnât, believe that someone like Logan, The Wolverine, would like you.
Hank chuckled, â(Y/N), Iâve known him for years. He isnât like that with anyone.â
There was silence as he continued to eat, but you just sat there, butterflies in your stomach, unable to think.
âWhat did he call you? The nickname?â He asked, casually.
âDoll.â You mumbled, barely audible, embarrassed.
He nearly choked on his food, âAnd you think he doesnât like you?â
âNoâŠI think he was just being nice.â You responded, genuinely.
âYeah... Okay.â
You finished your dinner with Hank, changing the subject and ignoring talking about Logan altogether, and just catching up with each other. You indulged in a few drinks, which was probably a mistake. You were not really a drinker, and definitely a lightweight, leaving you more than tipsy as you left for the mansion. It was late when you finally arrived, and most everyone was asleep.
You two both headed for your rooms. You quickly changed into another oversized tee and crawled into bed. But just like the night before, you couldnât sleep. This time, for a different reason. It was definitely the alcohol talking but you needed to talk to Logan.
You threw on a pair of shorts and snuck out of your room. His door was closed, so you knocked. With no response, you quietly turned his doorknob. Once open, you saw him, asleep. His messy hair, in combination with his bare torso being exposed, made you feel sick.
In a good wayâŠ
In the best wayâŠ
You tiptoed over and shook his shoulder. âLogan. Wake up.â
He didnât budge. âLooogaaann!â You whisper-shouted, and immediately you heard metal unsheathing.
His eyes flew open, â(Y/N)!â His claws retracted. âWhat are you doing? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?â His panicked state made him stutter out his words.
âShh! Youâre so loud. Youâre gonna wake up the whole neighborhood. Mâfine.â
âAre- Are you drunk?â He rubbed his eyes in confusion.
âHehe.. Maybe. I needed to talk to you, though.â
âWhatâs wrong, doll?â He scooted over and patted the edge of his bed, wanting you to sit. You followed his order.
âNothinâ. Do you not want me to call you âLoâ?â Your words slurred.
âWhat? No, I like it.â He grinned but his brows were still furrowed in perplexity. âWhy do you ask?â
âHank said you donât like nicknames. Or jokes! But we joke!â
âDonât listen to him. He doesnât know what heâs talking about.â
âHe said you have a crush on me.â
He held his breath, âOkay, maybe he does know what heâs talking about.â
âY-You like me?â You hiccuped.
âOf course. How could I not?â
âI like you, too.â You whispered, almost scared of him hearing you.
âYou do? Not just because you're drunk?â He quipped, pushing your hair over your shoulder and exposing your neck.
âDefinitely not just because Iâm drunk.â
You made your hair glow, wanting to see his face more clearly; wanting to study his expression, and never forget this moment with him.
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I was thinking about bully! Sunghoon or Jay
One day he gets too angry and horny and decides to fuck you in an empty classroom or a bathroom stall! >_<
wow what a BANGER ideađ« anyway i wrote jay for this one hope you like it!
warnings: jay kind of forces himself on reader but itâs consensual anyway, the nickname âdoll,â semi-public?, unprotected sex (but its not explicitly mentioned), kind of rushed towards the end because i lost motivation oops
hard hours + requests: open (bnd, enha, &team)
the sound of the school bell rang through the halls as students scramble to get to their next class. you carefully zip your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, leaving the classroom to get to your last class of the day. at least today was almost over.
you kept to yourself mostly, having a bad tendency of looking at the floor as you walked, avoiding any and all eye contact. you also zoned outâŠa lot.
you were mid thought, wanting to go home already, to leave this hell on earth when-
âshit- sorry!â you apologized frantically, your notebook flying out of your hands and onto the floor. you didnât even know who you were apologizing to until you looked up.
fuck.
of all the people you could have ran into, it had to be him.
âwatch where youâre going, christ,â jay scoffed at you, watching you kneel down to pick your notebook up.
âsorryâŠi wasnât looking-â you tried, but he cut you off.
âyeah, obviously. fucking klutz,â he rolled his eyes as you stood back up.
you went to walk past him to carry on from this horrible interaction but he had blocked you, putting his arm in front of you and pushing you back.
âhey- wait, what are you doing?â you asked him.
you looked up at him, making eye contact with him, confused, and maybe a little scared.
âi think itâs about time i finally put you in your goddamn place,â he scoffed at you.
you were about to protest or ask a question but you didnât have time to even gather your thoughts before he was shoving you backwards into a dark and empty room, shutting the door behind the both of you.
âwhat the fuck are you doing jay?â you asked, more scared of your bully now than you ever have been before.
âeasy, doll,â he said, sounding way too calm for the situation he has you in.
he soon enough had you backed to the wall, his hands on your hips as your bodies were impossibly close.
this wasâŠweird, and wrong. so incredibly wrongâŠbut why was it so incredibly hot.
you could feel his breath against your skin as his lips just barely grazed over your neck.
âjay what are you-â you tried, but were cut off when he pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. your eyes were wide open as you tried pushing him away, still confused out of your mind as to what was happening.
âdamnit, i said iâm putting you in your place, canât you listen to me?â he said, his voice low.
as if your body had a mind of itâs own, you nodded. why on earth did you nod.
it wasnât long before he began to palm at your clothed core, you could feel the heat radiating off of you as you bit back a whine.
âwanted you for so longâŠâ he said, hooking his finger into the waistband of your pants and pulling down.
âgonna finally take whatâs mine, right, doll?â he asked, though you knew it wasnât a question you were meant to answer.
his finger slipped between your folds, made easy by how wet you had become. you cursed your body for being so willing for him, feeling as though you had betrayed yourself.
you whined softly as he leaned in close to your ear, âall that because of me?â he teased.
you had a dying urge to push him off of you, but something inside was screaming to let him keep going.
he played with you for what felt like ages before he finally slipped a finger into your entrance, making your legs nearly buckle.
âalready needing my help to stand?â he asked, his free hand on your hip to help support you.
you bit back another whine, âfuckâŠâ you said beneath your breath.
he removed his finger, causing you to whine. it wasnât long before he grabbed your waist and pushed you over one of the deskâs.
he sucked in a sharp breath as he put your ass on display for him, feeling you up. his cock was practically aching to be let free from his pants.
he palmed himself through the material before shuffling his pants down enough to let his dick free from the restraint.
he rubbed himself against your folds, causing you to whine, and not a thought of stopping him was in your mind, so desperate for his cock and you hadnât even known until now.
âjay, pleaseâŠâ you whimpered.
âthatâs right, beg for it,â he said in a low voice.
âplease, need you so badâŠâ you begged him.
he finally slipped inside of you slowly at first.
you gripped the edge of the desk, feeling your legs threaten to give out as he entered you from behind.
he let out a shaky breath himself, âyour pussy feels so tight around me, dollâŠâ he commented, starting to push himself in and out of you.
the noises you had started to let out reminded jay of those from a porno, high pitched, whiny, and so fucking hot.
you couldnât help but start to try and match his pace, fucking yourself back against him. he held your hips and used you for support, driving himself deeper inside of you.
your eyes rolled back as he moved a hand to the front of your pussy and began to rub at your clit.
âgonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my cock,â he teased, speeding his hips up.
you couldnât even answer or get a thought straight.
âgot you so fucked dumb you canât even speak, so cock hungry,â he said under his breath.
you could feel yourself getting so close, and you craved your release so desperately.
âjay- oh god- fuckâŠgonna-â you tried between moans.
âgo ahead, cum for me, make a mess,â he told you.
after a few more thrusts, you were coming, your legs shaking, needing his full support to keep you up against the desk. he fucked you through it heavenly and as you clenched around him, he neared his release.
âgonna cum, holy shit,â he panted, fucking you roughly, causing your vision to white out.
he pulled out, fucking his fist to get himself to release before coming over your back and your ass, the sight almost enough to get him hard again.
the two of you caught your breath and cleaned yourselves up in almost complete silence, and before he left, you were about to make a comment until he spoke first.
âwatch where youâre walking next time, klutz.â
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PAIRINGS â James Wilson x single mom!Reader
SUMMARY â James moves into a new apartment and finds a new friend in his neighbour across the hall
WARNINGS â mild descriptions of blood and injury, hospitals/hospitalization, a little angst and hurt comfort
NOTE â Guys this was supposed to be out Monday, I am so sorry, life is just not life-ing (ie. its midterm season) so enjoy this being posted as I am fighting for my life in cell bio. Also this has only been minorly edited by me so if there's any weird wording ot typos I apologize in advance
If no one had told you someone was moving into the apartment across the hall from you, you probably would have gone months without noticing anyone in there. You werenât sure if your schedules were just not in sync or maybe he never really left his place. Regardless, it took at least two months before you met your new neighbour.Â
When you did, it was a coincidence. You were leaving and he was coming back home.Â
You both paused and stared at each other for a moment before rushing to introduce yourselves, only to accidentally talk over each other.Â
After you both stopped, he motioned for you to go first. You gave him your name and made a stupid comment about how you hadnât met until now. Maybe it wasnât stupid because he laughed, or maybe he was just being nice.Â
âIâm James,â he said. âAnd about not seeing me, well it probably doesnât help that I leave at the crack of dawn and usually come back late.âÂ
âOh, let me guess, doctor?â you asked and he nodded. âIt was either that or day-shift stripper so I figured my odds were pretty good.âÂ
That made him laugh again and you smiled.Â
âI hope you rest well before your next shift. Unfortunately, I have to head out. Duty calls.âÂ
âIâll see you around,â he gave you a small three-fingered wave which you returned before jogging down the stairs.Â
You didnât think youâd have much reason to see him again, but accidents do happen.Â
You knew sometimes youâd have the tendency to be a bit clumsy, but this was beyond that. Dropping your knife down next to the half cut vegetables, you looked around for something to wrap your hand in to stop the bleeding.Â
You thought about your options, you could call an ambulance and pay the ridiculous fee, you could drive yourself to the ER and risk getting into an accident, or you could knock on your neighbourâs door and hope he was home.Â
You sprung for option three, seeing as it was most immediate.Â
Opening your door, barely even bothering to close it behind you, you knocked on Jamesâ door, praying that he was home and would be able to help.Â
It seemed as though your prayers were answered because you heard the lock click and the door open to a very confused looking James.Â
âI am so sorry to bother you,â you started, âbut I was making dinner and the knife slipped-,âÂ
âYou cut yourself,â he filled in the blanks himself and you nodded, biting down on your tongue from the pain. âCome in, let me see if I can get you sorted.âÂ
He opened his door wider and you stepped into his apartment, an identical layout to yours, but differing in decor and furniture.Â
He pulled back a chair at his small dining table for you to sit at and went to another room to grab something.Â
He came back with a first aid kit and sat down in the chair next to you, opening the kit and grabbing a few things he knew he would need before pulling back the towel you had wrapped your hand in and examining the cut.Â
âWow, this is really deep,â he remarked. âYou must be in a lot of pain.âÂ
âYeah, trying really hard not to pay attention to it right now,â you nodded through gritted teeth.Â
âLook, I donât have a lot of stuff with me, but I think this lidocaine numbing spray should help a bit, but it will sting first,â he warned you and you nodded.Â
He used the spray and you winced, but just as he said the pain slowly dissipated and soon all you could feel was a dull ache. He started by cleaning the wound and flushing it with some water and alcohol.Â
âSo what were you cooking?â he asked.Â
âTrying to make just some chicken and potatoes, but of course my hand and the knife decide to slip at the same time,â you sighed.Â
He pulled out a needle and some surgical thread next, determining what the best way to stitch you up was.Â
âDo this often?â you asked.Â
âUnfortunately for you, no I donât,â he shook his head. âI work in oncology so I have to think a little harder about my stitching.âÂ
âAs long as itâs free, take all the time you need,â you joked.Â
âOh, no one told you, my rate is 500$ a minute, I take cash or cheque,â he teased right back and you chuckled a bit.Â
âHow about I do you a favour when you need it and we call it even?â you asked and he nodded his head.Â
âSeems equivalent. Alright, youâre gonna feel a light pinch,â he said and saw your face contort in discomfort and he quickly apologized.Â
He tried to do the stitching as quickly as possible, and then covered it up with gauze and tape to make sure the stitches were protected.Â
âYou should probably come by again tomorrow so I can take a look and make sure everythingâs okay and it isnât infected,â he said. âI should be back around six.âÂ
âSure, thanks again for this. Itâs handy having a doctor next door,â you smiled. âNow I should probably go and clean all the blood off my counters and order something to eat.âÂ
âHey, why donât you just have a plate of food here before you go back?â James suggested. âI made extra.âÂ
âYou sure? You already stitched me up and now you want me to eat your food?âÂ
âItâll be nice company,â he assured you. âUnless you have someone you need to get back to.âÂ
âNo, itâs just me right now,â you nodded. âIâll stay, the blood can wait.âÂ
James served you a plate of the food he had made before grabbing his half-eaten dinner and joining you again at the dining room table.Â
âSo, um, you know what I do for work first hand now,â James started. âWhat about yourself?âÂ
âI like to say Iâm a constant student of the worldâs universal language,â you smiled to yourself, âbut people donât really know what I mean by that so usually stick to saying Iâm a professor of mathematics.âÂ
âWow,â James looked impressed. âYou donât really look like a math professor. All of mine were a littleâŠcrazy. I never would have guessed.âÂ
âUnfortunately not everyone can have Einsteinâs hair,â you joked and James laughed.Â
âDo you teach at Princeton then?â he asked and you nodded. âWhat a coincidence. I work at the teaching hospital.âÂ
âOh, you must know Lisa then,â you grinned. âSheâs a good friend of mine.âÂ
James nodded, âSuch a small world.âÂ
âYouâre telling me.âÂ
You continued to eat dinner and chat about various things, most pertaining to the school or your mutual connection through Lisa. By the end of the evening, when you wished him a good night and went back over to your apartment, a part of you was happy your hand would give you an excuse to see your neighbour once more.Â
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James stared blankly at his fridge wondering how heâd managed to go this long without buying any groceries. He could just eat out and put off shopping for another day, but he had time off and he probably should take advantage of it.Â
Without much more thought, he grabbed his house key and his coat, deciding to go to the grocery store just down the street, it would be a nice walk in the afternoon sun. When he opened his door, he saw you standing outside with a few empty grocery bags in hand.Â
âYou heading down to the store?â he asked and you nodded with a smile.Â
âYou too?âÂ
âI donât have the hardware,â he pointed to your bags. âBut the fridge is empty, so yeah, I figured it was about time to do a grocery run. Howâs your hand doing?âÂ
âA lot better than last week. Thanks for asking,â you looked down at your bandaged palm. âExcited to be able to take this off.âÂ
Just as James was about to say goodbye and wish you a good rest of your afternoon, your door opened and a young girl stepped out.Â
âMom, I canât do up my zipper, it keeps getting stuck,â she grumbled.Â
âHere, let me give you a hand with that,â you bent down and put the grocery bags to the side, helping her out with the finicky zipper. âMaybe we need to get you a new jacket, this oneâs starting to get a bit tight, huh?âÂ
The girl nodded and thanked you for your help by giving you a kiss on the cheek.Â
âMom, whoâs that?â she pointed to James and you chuckled a little.Â
âI was just about to introduce you two,â you said. âNadia, this is James, James this is Nadia. My daughter.âÂ
âNice to meet you, Nadia,â James waved and she waved back.Â
âAre you friends with my mom?â she asked.Â
âI-I think so,â James nodded.Â
âYeah, weâre friends,â you agreed.Â
âIf heâs your friend can he come over for dinner tonight?â Nadia asked.Â
You looked in between your daughter and James once a few times before saying,Â
âYou know, I think itâs his day off, Iâm not too sure if he had plans already.âÂ
James shoved his hand in his pockets and asked,Â
âAnd what if I donât have plans?â
You bit back a small smile, âThen I would say, do you want to come get groceries and have dinner with us tonight?âÂ
âIâd love to.âÂ
âNice,â Nadia grinned. âThat means we get dessert.âÂ
You scoffed and looked down at your daughter, âIs that what this was all about?âÂ
âI donât know,â she shrugged her shoulders innocently and you shook your head, locking the door behind you and beginning to walk down the stairs, Nadia leading the way and James at your side.Â
âYou never mentioned you had a daughter,â James said quietly while you walked down the sidewalk, Nadia running ahead to press the button for the crosswalk.Â
âNever came up,â you shrugged. âShe was with her dad both times you saw me before.âÂ
âSheâs cute,â James said simply. âLooks a lot like her mom.âÂ
âThanks,â you smiled, trying to ignore the warm feeling rising up in your cheeks.Â
You watched as Nadia came running back up to you both and tapped James on the arm.Â
âDo you like apple crumble and ice cream?â she asked.Â
âI do,â James nodded. âI used to make it with my mom when I was around your age.âÂ
âMy mom makes it with me too,â Nadia grinned. âCan we have that for dessert tonight?âÂ
âSure, if they have the granny smith apples, if not maybe we can make a peach cobbler instead,â you suggested and Nadia agreed, taking your hand and dragging you towards the store so you could get the ingredients faster.Â
You and James did your shopping in parallel and would both send Nadia on small quests to retrieve some things you needed to keep her busy.Â
âYouâre pretty good with kids,â you commented after he had told Nadia about her next âtop secret missionâ.Â
âComes a bit with the job,â he said, sifting through the peppers on the produce stand to find a few good ones. âItâs nice to be reminded every once in a while that not all kids are going through treatment.âÂ
âI donât know how youâd be able to see that every day,â you shook your head and sighed. âI would be a wreck if Nadia was in the hospital.âÂ
âWell, letâs hope that never happens.âÂ
âJames! I got the berries!â Nadia came speeding back and handed him the basket of strawberries before taking a moment to catch her breath.Â
âWow, that was fast,â he grinned. âCome on, I think itâs about time we go pay for all this stuff.âÂ
You werenât sure whether it was slight of hand or if James had an in with the cashier, but he managed to pay for the groceries, insisting it was just paying for dinner, so to even it out you slipped 50$ to the cashier to pay for his things.Â
âItâs not really letting me pay for dinner if you just pay for my stuff too,â he teased you as you walked home.Â
âIf youâre really that set on paying me back you can come help me and Nadia cook. Maybe make sure I donât cut my hand again,â you waved your bandaged hand in the air.Â
âAlright,â he conceded. âIâll be over as soon as I drop these off.âÂ
When you got home, you and Nadia quickly cleared up a few of her toys from the living room and a few minutes later, as expected, Jamesâ knock echoed through the apartment. Nadia beat you to the door and grabbed Jamesâ hand, bringing him to the kitchen and shutting the door behind them.Â
âSince you know how to make the crumble you can wash and peel the apples,â Nadia instructed.Â
âIs this okay with mom?â James asked.Â
âIâve tried your cooking before, itâs okay with me,â you nodded. âNadia, hon, do you want to help with the salad? Like I taught you?âÂ
She nodded her head and went to wash her hands quickly before standing up on a stool so she could reach the counter and cut the vegetables.Â
âBe very careful with the knife, okay? Donât make the same mistake mom did otherwise James is gonna start asking for our medical insurance,â you teased and Nadia gave you the classic,Â
âI know, I know. Iâve done this like a million times.âÂ
âWell, letâs make it a million and one without accidents,â James added and you mouthed a thank you to him.Â
Nadia was chopping away and bossing all of you around like she was head chef at a restaurant, all the while interrogating James about his work at the hospital and how he ended up in the apartment across the hall.Â
âWhere did you live before?â she asked.Â
âUh, kind of close to where your mom works,â he said. âIn a house with a nice apple tree in the front yard.âÂ
âSo why did you move to an apartment then?âÂ
James chuckled. âGood question. I um, I used to be married, but Iâm not anymore so I decided to move somewhere different.âÂ
âLike mom and dad,â Nadia nodded her head in understanding.Â
âYeah, a bit like your mom and dad, I guess,â he agreed. âDo you like it in this building?âÂ
âYeah,â Nadia nodded. âAnd mom cooks better than dad, but donât tell him that.âÂ
âItâll be our little secret,â James winked and finished mixing the apples with cinnamon, sugar, and a few other spices and ingredients.Â
Dinner was ready within the next hour and dessert followed soon after, much to Nadiaâs excitement.Â
âOkay, moment of truth,â James sucked some air through his teeth as he served Nadia a plate with some ice cream on the side.
She dug into it and put on her best thinking face before giving a big thumbs up and a smile.Â
âPhew,â James sat back down in his seat and Nadia giggled at his exaggeration. He finished serving you and himself before putting the ice cream back in your freezer so it wouldnât melt.Â
âSo, did you enjoy your day off?â you asked.Â
âMore than I was expecting to,â he nodded. âThank you guys for having me over.âÂ
âMaybe you can come again next time Iâm back with mom?â Nadia suggested. âCan we have dinner with James?âÂ
âI mean, if he wants to I have no objection,â you agreed with her.Â
âIâll mark it in my calendar.âÂ
Nadia quietly celebrated and said something about having dessert every time and you gave her a warning look that only encouraged her to continue to be cheeky.Â
Dessert was followed by a sugar rush, and crash and while Nadia snored on the couch you were saying goodbye to James and thanking him for spending the day.Â
âShe really likes you,â you looked over at your sleeping daughter on the couch.Â
âFeelingâs mutual,â he smiled softly.Â
âYou know, if you ever want company or a friend, my doorâs always open,â you told him. âEven if itâs just someone to sit in silence with you at the end of a long day.âÂ
âThanks, I appreciate it.âÂ
âAnd Iâm sorry about your divorce,â you said. âIf I can say one thing itâs just that it gets better. Eventually.â
He nodded his head and gave you a sad smile.Â
âHelps when you have a friend who understands,â he patted your arm and wished you goodnight walking across the hall and disappearing behind the door.Â
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The couch was your favourite place to grade assignments and midterms. Final exams needed something a little more substantial considering how long theyâd take when you didnât have a teaching assistant helping you.Â
You didnât know how many cups of coffee youâd gone through when you heard the knock on your door.Â
âItâs James,â you heard through the other side. âA little birdy told me you were stuck grading all day.âÂ
âCome in,â you called back and he opened the unlocked door and slipped inside, coming to join you on the couch.Â
âI brought you a pick me up but I see that may send you into cardiac arrest,â he looked over at your many mugs littering the table.Â
âI have a weird thing about making coffee in the same cup,â you shook your head. âAnd I will take that,â you grabbed the to-go mug out of his hands, taking a sip of the piping hot drink. âGod, sometimes when Iâm writing these tests I forget I have to grade them too.âÂ
James chuckled and looked over at the papers laid out on the coffee table.Â
âWhy donât you take a short break. No one expects you to get all the exams back the day after midterms,â he said.Â
âYeah, but my TA expects me to grade all the long proofs so that they can do their part and grade the short answer stuff,â you sighed. âBut youâre right I should take a break before I start taking marks off for using a weird letter as a variable, or something more complicated than that, I donât know I can barely think straight anymore.âÂ
James took the coffee and midterm out of your hands, putting them on the table, letting you lean back further into the couch and close your eyes for two seconds.Â
âIs Nadia with her dad?â he asked.Â
âYeah, visiting her grandparents,â you nodded. âI hope they donât fill her head with too much nonsense.âÂ
James looked at you a little confused so you explained further, âThey hated me, donât know why. Maybe because they expected Mike to have a stay at home wife, but after we graduated I wanted more.âÂ
âSo you went to get your masterâs and doctorate,â James filled in and you nodded.Â
âThey thought I was trying to make their son look stupid, but they grossly overestimated my motives,â you chuckled humourlessly. âIâm just really nerdy and like math. I wanted to learn more so I did.â
âAnd what did your ex think?â he asked.Â
âMikeâŠheâs an interesting guy,â you shrugged. âI donât think heâs a bad person, he was just a bad husband for me. Heâs a decent dad, heâs there for Nadia, but he wasnât there for me when I needed him to be.â you shared. âWhat about you? What went wrong there?âÂ
âThe first time or the second?â he asked with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âNo kids Iâm guessing,â you said and he shook his head.
âFirst time, I was working two jobs to keep us afloat while she was at an unpaid internship. We both had terrible communication skills, and shouldn't have been married in the first place. The second time, I think I screwed that one up.âÂ
He ran a hand through his hair before letting both his hands rest in his lap.Â
âMarriage is hard as hell,â you sighed. âI mean I wasnât much of a picnic for Mike either.âÂ
âYou donât have to try and make me feel better,â he assured you. âAlthough I appreciate the sentiment.âÂ
âIâm serious. A marriage goes two ways and yeah sure, one person can screw up bigger than the other, but itâs not that one person is perfect and the other isnât,â you said.Â
James pursed his lips and leaned forward, his arms resting against his legs. He wished it was that simple.Â
âOkay, my goal was not to bring down the mood,â James finally said. âThis was supposed to be a fun work break.âÂ
âI hate to tell you youâre failing miserably at the fun part,â you teased.Â
âAlright, then tell me why you decided to study math, of all the things you could have learnt about, why did math speak to you the most?âÂ
âKatherine Johnson,â you said and yawned, rubbing your eyes. âI read about her in some random book in the library and I realized that numbers are what make everything in the world work. If she could send a rocket ship to space using math, then she had a superpower and I wanted a taste of it.âÂ
âDid you get a taste of it?âÂ
âDid my masterâs degree research while jointly working with NASA, so yeah, I did,â you nodded with a smile. âAnd unfortunately, I have to use that superpower to finish grading these. You can stay if you want, I donât mind.âÂ
James looked at his watch and sighed,Â
âI have a meeting scheduled with the hospital board tomorrow morning. I should probably go get some sleep. Donât stay up too late, okay?âÂ
You patted his leg and assured him youâd be in bed within the next few hours whether you liked it or not. Your body probably wouldnât let you stay up any longer.Â
James gave your hand a gentle squeeze and said goodnight, showing himself out.Â
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The sound of the phone ringing echoed through the house and you called for Nadia to pick it up, busy washing dishes. When she didnât respond, you sighed to yourself and quickly turned off the water, wiping your hands and going to pick the phone up yourself.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHey, itâs James.âÂ
âJames, whatâs up? Arenât you still at work?â you asked, looking over at the clock.Â
âThatâs actually what Iâm calling about, I donât think Iâm going to be able to make dinner this week,â he said. âSomethingâs come up and Iâm going to be here late.âÂ
âOh thatâs too bad. Weâll just have to reschedule,â you assured him.Â
âCan you put Nadia on the line? I wanted to apologize to her myself.âÂ
âSure,â you chuckled and called Nadia again. She came out of her room, rubbing her eyes and you told her James was on the phone asking for her. She took the phone from you and said hello, talking to James for a short while. You could see she was disappointed that he wouldnât be able to make it, but you heard him promise to make it up to her with a movie night one weekend instead.
âBye James,â she said and nodded her head in response to something he said before hanging up. âHe says bye to you too.âÂ
âThanks honey,â you patted her back. âAre you feeling okay?â you asked. âYouâre looking a little tired.â
âI feel tired,â she confirmed. âCan I go take a nap?â
âSure,â you rubbed her back. âDo you want me to come and stay with you?âÂ
âIâm okay right now,â she yawned.Â
You nodded your head and watched her make her way back to her bedroom. That evening you had a quiet dinner, deciding maybe to make soup in case Nadia was coming down with something. She didnât have much of an appetite, only eating half of her bowl before beginning to cough, one of those deep chest coughs that made you feel a little worried.Â
You quickly got her changed in her pyjamas and had her sleep in your bed for the night so you could keep a close eye on her.Â
Your instincts that something was wrong ended up being right, as Nadia woke up with a continuing cough in the middle of the night and she felt hot to the touch.Â
âNadia, honey are you going to be okay here for two minutes? Iâm gonna go see if I can get some help,â you said and she nodded her head while continuing to cough.Â
Quickly, you ran over to Jamesâ place and knocked on the door, an arm wrapped around your stomach while you chewed on your fingernails.Â
James opened the door wearing a college t-shirt and sweatpants, immediately taking in your concerned features and asking what was wrong.Â
âNadia got sick and I think sheâs getting worse,â you bit your tongue. âIâm so sorry to wake you up, but could you come check on her for me?âÂ
âOf course,â James nodded, placing a hand on your back as he stepped out of his apartment, closing the door behind him and walking back to yours.Â
You led him over to your room where Nadia was laying down and he took a seat next to her on the bed and placed his hand on her arm, letting her know he was there.Â
âJames?â she coughed.Â
âHey, sweetheart,â he gave her a soft smile. âI heard you werenât feeling too good.âÂ
She nodded her head.Â
âIs it okay if I do a quick check up to see whatâs wrong?â he asked and she nodded again, letting him help her sit up.Â
He first touched her forehead with the back of his hand to feel her temperature and then placed his ear to her chest to listen to her breathing.Â
âThanks, Nadia, you can lay back down now while I talk to your mom, okay? Try and stay on your side, it'll help with the cough.âÂ
James motioned for you to follow him just outside of the room so he could tell you what he thought was going on.Â
âI think sheâs caught some kind of bug thatâs causing pneumonia,â he said. âHer breathing didnât sound too great so I think itâs a safe bet to take her to the hospital, but Iâd say you still have time to pack a bag with a few things and I can get Nadia ready and drive you guys.âÂ
âJames, you donât have to do that,â you shook your head. âI already woke you up and-,âÂ
âI insist,â he said. âYou walk with me into that ER and Iâm allowed to boss around the nurses and call the best doctor in pediatrics.âÂ
âOkay,â you nodded your head and took a shaky deep breath. âSheâs gonna be okay, r-right?âÂ
âTheyâll give her an antiviral or antibiotic and keep her for a few nights to make sure it doesnât get worse and before you know it sheâll be good as new.âÂ
You chewed on your lip and went to go pack a bag with a few of your things and Nadiaâs while James helped Nadia get out of bed and into some shoes and a warm jacket with a hat so the cold air didnât bite at her.Â
âAre you coming with us?â Nadia asked James after a string of coughs.Â
âSure am,â he nodded. âIâm gonna drive and your momâs gonna sit in the back with you.âÂ
âWhy do we have to go to the hospital?â she asked.Â
âWell, sometimes when we get sick at night thatâs the fastest way to see a doctor and get the right medicine to get better,â James explained, opening his arms up for Nadia to climb into them to he could carry her to the car just as you had come out with a packed duffle bag.Â
âWe can take your car,â you said. âIâll find my way back tomorrow to get mine.âÂ
James nodded his head and quickly went into his place to grab his keys and lock the door behind him.Â
He drove as fast as he could while still being within the speed limit, keeping an eye on his rearview mirror, seeing Nadia huddled up into your side.Â
âMom, my chest hurts,â Nadia blinked back a few tears.Â
âHold on, hon, weâre almost there,â you squeezed onto her a little tighter.Â
James pulled into the ER parking lot and grabbed Nadia while you got your things, walking into the hospital together.Â
âDr. Wilson, what are you doing here?â one of the nurses asked, confused.Â
âIâve got a young girl, seven-years-old with pneumonia symptoms, we should get her on oxygen, do a test for bacterial and viral infections, and get a chest x-ray as soon as possible. And call Dr. Herberts, tell her Iâm calling in my favour,â he instructed while placing Nadia down on one of the beds. âNadia, this is my friend Alice,â he motioned to one of the nurses, âSheâs gonna be with you while we figure out whatâs going on.âÂ
âWhat about you?â she asked while James grabbed the oxygen mask from one of the nurses.Â
âYour mom and I need to deal with a few other things before we can come be with you, but I promise Alice is going to take really good care of you. Sheâs really nice.âÂ
âPromise youâll come?â she asked and James stuck out his pinky for her to link with her own.Â
âSwear it,â he nodded. âNow can you put this on for me?â he asked, showing her the oxygen mask. âItâs going to help you breathe.âÂ
She nodded her head and let James slip the mask over her head before the nurses wheeled her off to get the tests done.Â
James turned around and saw you finishing giving your information to one of the attendants and she was about to inform you where to go wait, but James motioned that he had it covered and she nodded.Â
Your exhaustion and worry had become all muddled together and you couldnât hold back your tears anymore, covering your mouth with your hand while James came and wrapped you in his arms.Â
âSheâs gonna be okay,â he assured you. âYou did the right thing.âÂ
You nodded your head and reciprocated the hug, burying your face in his shoulder to hide your tears from the onlookers.Â
After a few more moments, you pulled away and James quickly helped you wipe away your tears with the heel of his palm before wrapping his arm around you and leading you to radiology where Nadia would be getting her chest x-ray done.Â
He sat with you in the waiting room chairs until they brought Nadia out and told you that you could follow them to her room in the pediatrics ward.Â
By the time you got there and were settled with Nadia, James looked at the clock and noticed his shift would be starting in around an hour.Â
âYou didnât have to stay,â you said, quietly, gently brushing your fingers against Nadiaâs cheek.Â
âOf course I did,â James smiled. âI pinky promised.âÂ
Nadia looked up at you and nodded, making you chuckle.Â
âNadi, can James go home so he can get ready for work?â you asked.Â
âIâll come back and see you later after youâve rested,â he assured her, âBut nobody's gonna believe Iâm a doctor dressed in these PJs.âÂ
Nadia giggled, âYou can go. Mom says you work here so you have to come back.âÂ
âBingo,â James snapped and gave her a thumbs up. âIâll see you later sweetheart.âÂ
He bent down and pressed a small kiss to her forehead, wishing her to get better before reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. His signal to you that everything would be okay.
You pressed your lips together, knowing you were on the verge of tears again, but begged them not to leave your eyes. Instead, you watched misty eyed as this man who you didnât even know only months ago cared for you and your daughter without question. It was something you hadnât felt in a long time and so you let yourself soak in it for as long as it lasted.Â
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After James had left, you called your ex and explained to him what had happened and he came to join you and Nadia at the hospital. The morning passed without much eventfulness and the doctor and nurses came to periodically check on Nadia, adjusting her medication and seeing if her symptoms were changing.Â
You left her with her father so that you could grab a cup of coffee from the cafeteria, barely having gotten a wink of sleep last night. When you returned, you couldnât see Mike in the room with her, assuming heâd just made a run to the washroom, but instead you saw James sitting on the side of her bed talking to her.Â
He was dressed in his white coat, his hair a little scruffy and messy like it normally was. It looked like he was playing some sort of game with her because you could hear laughter and teasing through the glass walls and you decided to give them a minute alone together.Â
âWhoâs that?â you could hear Mikeâs voice ask as he walked up next to you.Â
âDr. Wilson,â you said absentmindedly, smiling to yourself while Nadia laughed at Jamesâ defeat in a thumb war.Â
âActing more like a candy-striper than a doctor,â Mike muttered.Â
You continued to watch as Nadia pointed to the IV in her hand and James examined it for a moment, explaining something to her before pressing a gentle kiss to the affected area and telling her that he unfortunately had to leave, but heâd come again later and see her. Nadia pulled him in for a hug and they exchanged cute kisses on the cheek. At least it was cute to you, but to Mike who had no idea what was going on they looked a little suspicious.Â
âWhat the hell is he doing with my daughter?â he asked you, pushing past to try and give him a piece of his mind.Â
âMike, wait!â you ran up to him, but he wouldnât stop. âMike, would you stop and listen to me for a minute!âÂ
He stopped and turned to look at you, âYou have an explanation for this?âÂ
âYes, I do,â you scoffed. âHeâs my neighbour. He drove Nadia and I here last night. Just lay off. Heâs a friend.âÂ
Mike didnât seem entirely convinced, but he listened and as James came out of Nadiaâs room he pushed past him to go be with his daughter.Â
You rolled your eyes at his actions while James came to stand with you.Â
âI take it thatâs Mike,â he said and you nodded your head with a chuckle. âNadia looks a lot better.âÂ
âYeah, doctorâs said they want to keep her under observation one or two more days just to make sure everything is all okay and then theyâll send us home with some antivirals since they donât think it was caused by a bacterial infection,â you explained.Â
âAnd how are you?â he asked and you took a deep breath, prompting him to reach for your hand that was by your side.Â
âIâm tired, Iâm worried, I have to deal with Mike, I justâŠâ you shook your head. âIâm happy youâre here.âÂ
He gave you a half smile and brushed his thumb across your knuckles.
âYou need anything and you call my pager. Iâll be right over,â he insisted. âAnd if you need a moment alone you can sit on the couch in my office.âÂ
âThank you,â you said. âIâll see you later.âÂ
âYeah, see you.âÂ
His hand slipped out of yours as he walked away. You were just about to go back into the room with Nadia before you felt someone tap on your shoulder.Â
When you turned around you saw Lisa there with a small teddy bear in her hand from the gift shop.
âHey,â you smiled and wrapped her in a hug.Â
âHowâs Nadia? Wilson told me you had to bring her here last night.â she asked.Â
âSheâs doing okay, a lot better than yesterday,â you shared with your friend.Â
âWill she be fine in there with Mike for a bit if I steal you?â she asked and you nodded your head. âLet me go in and say hi and give her this then we can walk.âÂ
You went in with her and gave a kiss to Nadia whispering to her that you were going to go for a walk, but would be back soon.Â
âMike,â Lisa gave him a curt nod which he returned before she turned her attention to Nadia, the expression on her face changing from one of neutrality to a smile while she handed her the gift and assured her she was gonna get better so fast and be out of the hospital in no time.Â
âIâm just gonna take your mom to make sure she gets something to eat so she can keep taking care of you. Does that sound good?â Lisa asked and Nadia agreed.Â
âJames said youâd do that.âÂ
âOh, did he now,â Lisa placed her hands on her hips. âIâll have to have a little chat with him later. You know I am his boss,â she winked and Nadia giggled.Â
You stepped out of the hospital room and once you were a bit of a distance away Lisa looked over to you.Â
âWhat was all that about right before I came?â she asked. âWith Wilson?âÂ
âJames? Oh he was just checking in on me and Nadi,â you shook your head. âIt was nothing.âÂ
âDidnât look like nothing,â Lisa raised her brows and you rolled your eyes.Â
âWeâre not in high school. It was a rough night and he was there for it. Thatâs all.âÂ
âAnd what did Mike think about that?â Lisa asked.Â
âHe wasnât impressed,â you sighed. âBut he doesnât really know how much time weâre spending together and he doesnât need to because heâs not in charge of me.âÂ
âHe is half in charge of Nadia though,â Lisa said, making a fair point. âJust be open enough with him that it wonât be a headache when it comes to her.âÂ
You nodded your head, and didnât argue with Lisa when she offered to buy you something for breakfast.Â
âWhen was the last time you ate?â she asked.Â
âLast night, dinner,â you sighed, Lisa took the coffee out of your hands saying you shouldnât be drinking the caffeine on an empty stomach and you chuckled a little at her motherly attitude.Â
You sat down at one of the tables and began to eat with her lightly chatting about a few things that had happened since you had last seen each other.Â
âYou know, if anyone gives you trouble you can just call me,â she said.Â
âIs that an abuse of your power as Dean?â you asked, with a slight air of teasing in your voice.
âNot really,â she shrugged. âIâm just trying to make sure the patients here get the best care possible.âÂ
âEspecially when that patient is your unofficial niece,â you winked and she kicked you lightly under the table.Â
When you finished eating, Lisa walked you back to Nadiaâs room before going to the clinic. Nadia was sleeping now and Mike was reading a magazine in the chair next to her bed.Â
âThanks for staying with her,â you said. âI hadnât eaten since last night.âÂ
âNo problem,â he said without looking up from the book.Â
You took a deep breath and sat down on the chair on the opposite side of Nadiaâs bed, twiddling your thumbs.Â
âShe talked a lot about Dr. Wilson,â he said, finally breaking the silence, putting the magazine off to the side.Â
âYeah, she likes him a lot,â you nodded.Â
âDo you like him a lot?â he asked.Â
You shook your head at his question, âMike does it matter what I feel? Weâre not married anymore. I can understand your concern for Nadia, but I can tell you with certainty that heâs shown us nothing but kindness.âÂ
Mike looked at you for a moment with a piercing stare before backing off and leaning back in his chair, opening the magazine once again.Â
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You rarely liked the idea of being away from Nadia, but tonight you were feeling grateful she was at her dadâs place. The furnace had broken in your apartment and the only thing warming it was a small space heater you had in your room that was doing a job it was not built to do.Â
You were huddled under blankets wearing a hoodie and two pairs of pants, still feeling the cold air cut through somehow. You were just about to give up any hope of sleep when you heard a quiet knock at your door and curiously you made your way there, grabbing your housecoat as an extra layer.
When you looked through the peephole you saw James on the other side, just as bundled as you so you quickly opened the door, wondering if he was in a similar circumstance to you.Â
âHey, I-Iâm sorry were you asleep?â he asked and you shook your head. âMy furnace broke and itâs absolutely freezing in my place, can I sleep on your couch tonight?â
âTalk about coincidence, mineâs broken too,â you chuckled. âI do have a space heater in my room, itâs not much but itâs better.âÂ
âI-I wouldnât want to-,âÂ
âJames, we're both freezing our asses off. Come inside.âÂ
He didnât argue with you and followed you over to your room. When you got there, you both stared at the bed like maybe something would change to make the situation less awkward and when it didnât you took the lead, climbing into one side and getting under the covers.Â
James looked a little nervous, but he followed your lead, getting in on the other side.Â
It felt weird to talk so you both stayed silent, turning your backs to the centre of the bed and trying to focus on curling up to stay warm.Â
Unfortunately for you, you could feel your body start to move the blood away from your extremities in order to keep your core warm. It came with light shivering and some chattering of your teeth that you desperately tried to stop until you felt a hand on your arm.Â
âTurn around,â James said and you listened, maneuvering yourself so you were facing him, your bodies just a few inches apart. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you fully into him, letting his legs tangle with yours.Â
You could feel your heart beating in your ears while he brought your hands up to his chest, holding them in his slightly warmer ones, using a bit of friction to help them regain their heat.Â
âBetter?â he asked and you silently nodded your head. âGood.âÂ
Eventually you had regained enough heat that your body felt well enough to let you fall asleep and you could feel your eyes slowly begin to close as your head rested against Jamesâ chest. He made sure you had enough room to breathe, but kept a tight hold on you until sleep came for him too.Â
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âYou slept with him?âÂ
âI did not sleep with him,â you emphasized, pacing your office. âI slept with him. In the same bed. Together.âÂ
âAnd you are freaking out about this, why?â Lisa asked.Â
âBecause you donât sleep in the same bed as your neighbours, Lisa!â you insisted. âBut we did, a-and I was cold and he held me andâŠI liked it,â you finished in a whisper.Â
âWhatâs stopping you then?â she asked. âHeâs cute, heâs a doctor-,âÂ
âHeâs divorced.âÂ
âYouâre divorced,â Lisa countered.Â
âExactly,â you nodded. âHeâs divorced twice. Iâm divorced with a kid. That makes things⊠complicated.âÂ
âAre you trying to stop Nadia from getting hurt, or are you trying to find an excuse to stop yourself because youâre too scared to see where this goes?â she asked you and you sighed.Â
âI donât know,â you shook your head. âHow can I tell that everything wonât just fall apart if I do something?âÂ
âYou canât,â Lisa stood up and put a hand on your arm. âJust try to trust your gut, thatâs all you can do in situations like this.âÂ
âMy gut is telling me to kiss him and run away,â you shook your head and Lisa nodded,Â
âYeah, you probably shouldnât do that.âÂ
âIâll figure it out though, right. Eventually.âÂ
Lisa didnât say anything, simply giving you a hug, knowing deep down you knew what the right thing to do was and like you said, eventually, youâd come to the same conclusion.Â
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Hearing the knock at your door, Nadia bounced off the couch and raced to open it, knowing what was awaiting her on the other side.Â
James leaned into the doorway when Nadia swung the door open and said,Â
âWhat night is it again?âÂ
âMovie night!â Nadia cheered and jumped into his arms, her eyes growing wide when she saw the assortment of treats he was holding.Â
âItâs not a movie night without snacks,â he said and Nadia agreed with him. You came up towards them and snatched away two of the bags of candy.Â
âShe just got a hundred percent clean bill of health from her pediatrician, you really wanna go and mess that up with all this candy?â you asked.Â
âCome on, Iâm a doctor, I know what Iâm doing,â James assured. âWeâll be reasonable, right Nadia?âÂ
The young girl nodded her head and swore on her allowance that she wouldnât eat all the candy. Hesitantly, you handed the bags back and gave them a skeptical look while they walked over to the couch to get things started.Â
You finished what you were doing in the kitchen and brought over a bowl of popcorn with you smiling to yourself when you saw Nadia sitting in Jamesâ lap and telling him how to use the remote for your TV. You placed the bowl on the table and went to change into something a little more comfortable for the evening, hoping that by the time you came out they had picked something to watch.Â
When you stepped out of your room, now wearing a sweater and some flannel pyjama pants, Nadia informed you they were just about to start the movie.Â
âCome sit, quick mom,â she patted the spot next to her and James and you slipped in next to them, noticing how James wrapped his arm around you, bringing you in a little closer. You didnât fight the close proximity and instead leaned into it more, resting your head against his shoulder.Â
Nadia had already leaned back against his chest, her eyes fixed on the screen and her hand shoved inside one of the bags of candy James had brought. The top of her head was just resting against the side of Jamesâ chin and when you looked up at him he was glancing down at Nadia, a small smile on his lips. He looked content.Â
You could have stayed like that all night, just watching them, but you knew sooner or later youâd have to pay attention to the movie before they started asking questions.Â
Around halfway through the movie, James tapped your arm and you looked up at him, seeing him point to Nadia with his eyes, who was now fast asleep on him.Â
You chuckled quietly, sitting up a little straighter and saying,Â
âI can move her to her bedroom. You donât have to stay for the rest of the movie.âÂ
âActually, Iâm kind of invested,â James admitted. âBut I will take you up on the moving her option, Iâve had to go pee since like the second musical number and sheâs really squeezing my bladder.âÂ
You bit back a laugh and shook your head, pausing the movie and standing up so you could genty lift Nadia off of Jamesâ lap and carry her over to her bedroom, tucking her under the covers and placing a kiss to her forehead before going back out to the living room.Â
James was in the washroom still so you went and made yourself and him a mug of tea. When he came out, he joined you in the kitchen watching as you poured the hot water into the two colourful mugs with math puns on them.Â
âYou take anything in your tea?â you asked.Â
âNo, do you?âÂ
âA little sugar,â you nodded and he offered to grab it for you, opening the cupboard in front of you and placing a hand on your back moving you slightly out of the way so he could take out the box of sugar cubes. Your breath hitched at the sudden contact and you hoped he didnât hear it, instead masking your desire with small talk.Â
âI thought you had a sweet tooth,â you said. âIt would explain all the candy.âÂ
âI have a bit of a sweet tooth sometimes,â he admitted.Â
âI think Nadia enables you,â you grabbed your mug and passed James his.Â
âOh she definitely does,â he nodded his head, taking a sip of the steaming hot drink before walking back to the couch with you.Â
You fell back into the same positions you were before, pressing play and continuing to watch the movie. After a few things progressed in the plot you spoke up asking,
âYou think this movieâs going to have a happily ever after?âÂ
âSure, itâs a kidâs movie,â James nodded and looked down at you. âWhy?âÂ
âI donât know,â you shook your head. âItâs stupid.âÂ
James rubbed your arm, coaxing you to look back up at him again.Â
âYou were thinking about something, what was it?âÂ
âItâs just the happy endings donât always happen,â you said. âI donât know if I should let Nadi live in a world of fairytales or destroy all her hope of the future.âÂ
âMaybe life isnât all bells and whistles when it comes to love,â James started. âBut we win with other things. I mean look at you, youâve got an amazing daughter and youâre doing something you love with your life, isnât that its own kind of happily ever after?âÂ
âI guess it is,â you nodded.Â
âAnd you know, your life isnât over. Whoâs to say love is out of the picture?âÂ
You were looking up at him and wondered how he could hit the nail on the head so accurately, like he could read your mind.Â
Right now, love was pretty clearly in the picture and it was sitting right in front of you.Â
You could feel yourself reach out your hand, gently brushing your fingertips against his cheek.Â
âAnd what if Iâm not brave enough to go after it?â you whispered, feeling your heartbeat mixed with his and his shaky exhale that came with your touch.Â
âThen maybe,â his thumb and forefinger came to hold your chin up, his face inching closer to yours. âMaybe it can meet you halfway.âÂ
You could feel your eyes flutter shut and his lips just barely ghost against yours when you heard a sound coming from Nadiaâs bedroom and the spell was broken.Â
You both opened your eyes and after a moment you pulled away, just before Nadia opened the door to her room.Â
âWhy was I in my room?â she asked.Â
You were still too stunned to speak, your mind racing at the idea that you were just about to kiss James, and he was going to kiss you back. You felt like a teenager, not knowing what to say or how to act.Â
Luckily, James was a little more composed than you and explained to Nadia that she had fallen asleep and that you both didnât want to wake her.Â
âIs the movie over?â she asked and you all looked at the screen, seeing the end credits rolling.Â
âYeah, it is, sorry sweetheart,â James apologized. âCan I make it up to you and read you a story before you go back to bed?âÂ
âSure,â Nadia agreed.Â
âGo brush your teeth first,â you instructed. âIâll tuck you in once James is done reading.âÂ
Nadia went off to the washroom and before James could say anything you stood up and grabbed a few of the dirty dishes, taking them to the kitchen to clean up. You couldnât talk about what had just happened, not now at least, not when it was still so fresh.Â
 You focused only on the dishes and cleaning the kitchen while James read Nadia her story before wishing her goodnight with a kiss on her forehead and waving goodbye to you and thanking you for the tea.Â
When the door closed behind him you let out a small breath that you had been holding and went to tuck Nadia into bed.Â
âMom, are you okay?â Nadia asked, sensing your far off look.Â
âIâm fine,â you assured her with a forced smile. âRest up, I have to take you to your dadâs place tomorrow.âÂ
âOkay,â she yawned. âNight, mom.âÂ
âGoodnight, honey.âÂ
You kissed her on the cheek and stood up, going over to your room and sitting on the edge of the bed. You brushed your fingers against your own lips, closing your eyes you could still feel James pressed up against you, but you pushed it away.Â
Clearly, you still werenât brave enough. Not yet.Â
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The following weeks were awkward to say the least. You began spending more time in your office when Nadia was with her dad, just for another excuse to avoid James in the hallway.Â
He hadnât made too much effort to reach out, you assumed to give you your space. You knew if you told Lisa she would just say you were overthinking things, but you couldnât get out of your head, even if you wanted to.Â
You felt like you were going to stay in this crippling state of indecision forever, but you couldnât keep it up, not when Nadia would ask questions, you needed to come up with something or someone needed to come up with something for you.Â
You arrived home late from campus today, this time with the legitimate excuse of grading finals. After the long hours of marking that had pushed you to extreme tedium and boredom you just wanted to curl up on the couch with a good book or something that would stimulate your brain.Â
Before you went to your room to get changed, you heard a knock at your door. Checking the time you wondered who it could be. It wasnât often you had visitors past 9PM, that was unless it was James.Â
When you checked through the peephole, you could see James standing outside your door, waiting for a moment before knocking again.Â
âCome on, I know youâre in there,â he said. âPlease, just let me in.âÂ
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, unlocking the door and opening it, allowing him to step inside.Â
âIs Nadia at her dadâs place?â he asked while you were shutting the door.Â
âYeah,â you nodded, still facing the wood door. âSheâs at her-,âÂ
You didnât have a chance to finish your sentence before James turned you around, taking your face in his hands and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.Â
You stumbled back until you were pressed against the door, your eyes now closed while you pulled him closer to you. You let yourself run your fingers through your hair like youâd dreamt of doing the night you almost kissed, his hands moving from your face down to your waist, pulling you flush against him.Â
You could feel your heart beating throughout every cell in your body, so loud it almost blocked out your thoughts. Almost.Â
You paused for a moment, holding Jamesâ face in your hands and pulling away. Your lips felt swollen from the force with which he had kissed you and you wanted nothing more than to do it again, but you had to ask.Â
âIs our history going to make this complicated?âÂ
âItâll be complicated if we make it complicated,â he snuck past your defenses and stole another kiss, shorter, softer. âI want this. You. I want quiet nights just the two of us; loud nights with Nadia; breakfast in the early morning; lunches in your office; dinner together like this makeshift family weâve created. I justâŠI want you and everything that comes with it.âÂ
You smiled at his words, bringing him in close to you again for another kiss, this time long and slow like you were dragging out every moment of the future you had together.Â
When James pulled away from you, your hands fell from his face, travelling down his arms until they were in his. You looked over at him, blinking a few times until began to pull you towards your bedroom, a small smile coming across your face.Â
James sat down on the edge of your mattress and you stood in front of him. His hands were still in yours, looking up into your eyes. You let your hands come back up to his hair, scratching against his scalp. You smiled when his eyes closed and he hummed at the feeling of your touch.Â
His hands came back to hold your waist and he brought you closer, his thumb rubbing circles around your skin.Â
You bent down and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, causing his eyes to flutter open when you pulled away.Â
âWhat do you want to do?â you asked, fixing his hair you had messed up just earlier.Â
âI want to lay down here, and hold you,â he leaned back and pulled you on top of himself, sharing another kiss with you. âAnd I want to fall asleep knowing youâre in my arms.â
You smiled and nodded your head, whispering a quiet âokayâ while you adjusted yourselves to be more in the centre of the mattress.Â
And just like before, James pulled you close into him, but this time you didnât let yourself feel taken aback or nervous, you leaned into his touch, savoured when you felt his lips pressed against your hairline, sighed when you felt his hands slip under your shirt to trace mindless shapes on your back.Â
No equation or formula would be able to describe what you were feeling and it made you realize that maybe math wasnât the worldâs universal language after all.
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Lyney âĄâčË His lucky charm [NSFW]
â§Ë°. Summary: Before his most recent shows, Lyney seems to have some nervousness regarding his abilities as a magician. Thankfully, his lovely girlfriend is always there to ease his mind beforehand, providing him with the luck her magician boyfriend needs.
fem. reader (3rd person) ; this is basically smut with little more than an intro to it, so beware. Also SPOILERS for ACT I of the first Fontaine Archon Quest.Â
5k words.
notes. Hi yes hello I am back, I have played the two Archon Quests, and after working a little for my thesis I decided to write something by my own volition <3. Iâm not sure if Lyney here might be portrayed accurately but nonetheless I really wanted to write a smaller piece for him before doing it for other characters! Heâs adorable :( ⥠Enjoy â§Ë°
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Magicians have no need for something many folk cling onto - luck. After all, every trick they perform is something they study, polish, rearrange, rehearse. Everything is staged to the finest of details, leaving no room for unpredictable variables to enter the equation. Every performance is acted out accordingly, a mental checklist going on inside the performer's mind as each prop is placed and moved about, each line is repeated from the rehearsals, each movement in oneâs body is carefully played out. Everything is a carefully crafted performance, and what need do they have for luck? None.
To Lyney, such is the truth. Well, at least this philosophy held itself rock solid, up until the incident that nearly landed him a guilty verdict. Despite his confidence in his abilities to wow the crowds, even before there would always be a small but ever present pitter patter to his heart, a quiet reminder of his own nervousness before the show would begin. He would usually handle himself most well, though through the eyes of those closest to them, the normal feeling of âperformance jittersâ wasnât all that well hidden. Well, and if that were the case, more so after things went back to normal.
His breathing would be a little more unstable, his fingers would fidget with one of his cards as his eyes darted about his changing room. He would fiddle with his exquisite hat, rebraid his hair while trying to ease himself. Things had gone back to normal, their scheduled shows were once more popular and always fully booked. Yet still, there always was this sense of anxiety deep in his stomach, never truly going away as he quietly wondered if the show would go as planned.Â
Well, thankfully he had someone to help ease his mind each time. And as if right on que as he brooded over the upcoming performance, a knock to his dressing room was heard, the door opening to reveal the loveliest of sights. At the door stood [F/N], his lovely girlfriend who would always visit him before he went on stage.Â
âHi Lyney! Hope Iâm not intruding?â She asked sweetly, smiling his way which only helped to ease his worries.
âYou never are, my love. Come in!â He breathes out, the eagerness to have her close not quite passing unnoticed to her. He extends his arms before fully taking her in his embrace, sighing deeply as he inhales the familiar perfume she would always wear. His favorite.Â
âHow are you feeling?â [F/N]âs voice grows softer, her arms resting around his lower back as she smiles his way. The silence that follows is enough of an answer, her magician simply distracting himself with playing with the tips of her hair. â...Nervous?â
â...Hah, why it seems nothing really blinks past you. I may have taught you⊠Too wellâŠâ He jests, the smile on his face betraying him before it drops slightly. It reveals some of his vulnerability for her, his violet eyes locking with her own before he speaks up again. âI suppose itâs just some performance jitters again, nothing new...â
âItâs okay Lyney. Youâll do great, I know so.â Her smile shone brighter than the very sun, beaming with warmth that was only cast to him. It comforted his very being, filling his conflicted heart with sugary sweetness that only soothed him in a way no one else could. And if that wasnât enough, the next few sentences were the ones that would always, always seal the deal for him. âEverything will go well, and everyone will be wowed by your hard work. Iâm proud of you.â
It was as though his heart was struck, pierced with cupidâs arrow as he couldnât keep up the calm and confident act. Lyneyâs body visibly relaxed, a content snicker escaping his lips as his arms brought her closer. His lips were quicker than his words, filling her face with brief yet lovely kisses, watching with glee as she giggled as a response. Amidst each kiss he whispered words of gratitude for her support, his hands roaming throughout her lower back as he yearned to feel her closer and closer.Â
âLyney⊠You didnât even let me finish!â She laughed, her words being cut off with a deeper kiss as his lips found her own. She could feel his smile against her lips, the magician quite literally stealing her breath away before finally pulling away.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry dear. I just canât contain myself, youâre just too adorable for me to!â He sighed, the flamboyant hum in which he spoke glittering the otherwise full truth she very well knew. âTo think a professional magician would be wowed in such a way, youâll be the death of meâŠâ
âYou almost make it sound like Iâm such a bad thing.â [F/N] rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers carefully adjusting his hair before inspecting to see if his braid was well done.Â
It was in small moments like so that Lyney would cease to speak, allowing his beloved to do as she pleased. His eyes would focus solely on her, watching how her expression would shift, her eyes roaming about to ensure he looked his absolute best. He could feel his heart beating hard against his ribcage, no longer solely because of the nervousness he would feel before each one of his shows. The mere sight of his girlfriend was enough to blow away the growing blaze of anxiety, leaving it only in embers that with time would cease. Her mere care, her mere nature, her beauty inside outâŠÂ
It was enough to leave Lyney riddled into little more than a lovesick puppy, the loopy smile upon his pretty face being reserved only for her.Â
âLyney?â [F/N] called for him once more, watching as he finally seemed to come back to. His hands were roaming around her hips, carefully circling around her figure as he finally let out a soft hum for her to continue. âYouâre a little too quiet⊠Everything okay?â
âIâm so lucky to have you, [F/N]...â
It was her turn to be left speechless, her face morphing to surprise as their gazes locked. He watched as the loveliest shade of red adorned her cheeks, the flusteredness heâd often cause on her never failing to amuse him. Still, despite so, he hoped she knew just how sincere he was with his words.Â
âOh Archons⊠Whatâs gotten into you?â Her voice whined a little lower, her eyes turning away to avoid him for a mere instance in which her flusteredness was still far too raw. She could feel how his lips chased after her skin, peppering her with light and soft kisses by the corner of her mouth.Â
âNothing.â He responded, his usual flair dropping to soft whispers as he carefully turned her around, helping her have a seat on his vanity. Between fleeting kisses, Lyney took the opportunity to bring himself between her legs, his hands never letting her stray far from himself. âI just wish to remind you more often, because itâs the truth.â
âWell I think itâs the other way around, you know⊠Iâm the one thatâs lucky here.â [F/N] smiled softly, her hands finding rest on his shoulders before gently massaging his tense muscles. Her boyfriend leaned back, his eyes gleaming with a twinkle that seemed familiar, one of challenge and mischievousness that would often leave her questioning before finally realizing what heâd plotted.Â
âMy my, is that so?â He hummed, head tilting to the side while his grip on her tightened ever so slightly. âIf thatâs the case, how come each time you visit me beforehand, every show I perform runs far better than what I expect?â
âOh, youâre really running with that?â She giggled, music to his ears. âOnly because I kissed you that one time, telling you it would bring you good luck?â
âAnd did that show not go beyond amazing? In fact, I do believe that was the peak in my career thus far.â He reasoned with a nod to his head, kissing her deeply before resting his forehead against her own. âTherefore, Iâm the lucky one here, and you my dear [F/N], are my lucky charm.â
âOh LyneyâŠâ She sighed softly, stroking her hand through his blond locks slowly. âI didnât know that tonight my magician was planning to turn me into putty in his hands.â
It was his turn to laugh, quietly, yet full of warmth and endearment. âItâs what you get for stealing this magicianâs heart long ago.â
âAh! Iâm gone. Goodbye Fontaine, I am melting from my boyfriendâs words!â [F/N] leaned back dramatically, Lyney catching her before she would fall too far and hit her head against the large mirror of his vanity. The pair laughed in unison, fingers interlacing as he brought her close to himself once more.
âYouâve definitely gotten that dramatic flair from me.â He pointed out, his free hand now resting firmly on her thigh. He watched with hearts in his eyes as she giggled at his comment, shrugging her shoulders before bringing him closer with her legs.Â
âI love you.â [F/N] whispered, leaning forward before it being her turn to steal a few kisses for herself.Â
It never stopped after that though, one going after the other, kisses lingering longer before them turning into a longer makeout session. The way her lips were always so soft, so warm, the faint taste of her favorite chapstick melting against his own, it never failed to leave Lyney yearning for more, his whole being focusing solely on his lover whilst everything else blurred around them. His tongue carefully peeked through his own lips before swiping across her own, the grin being felt against her mouth as he felt her jolt slightly from the antic. Giving him permission to continue, Lyney carefully led the dance, his tongue meeting her own as they both ignored the need of air, muffled breaths fanning one another as their hands held the other closer, tighter. Before he knew it he was leaning himself forward and her backwards, a little more, his body pressing against her own before they were practically bent with her head touching the mirror behind them. Her legs were pressed against his sides, never letting him stray too far, her hands stroking through his back and hair, sending shivers down his spine as sparks ignited deep within him.Â
âLâŠLyn-neyâŠâ She murmured between breaths, him finally tilting his head so the two of them could breathe. The way her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she breathed heavily seemed to only entice something further deep within him. âWâŠWhat about your show?â
âWorried about that?â He inquired, the clear endearment for her concern being evident in his tone of voice. He leaned closer, voice whispering as he slowly licked the strand of saliva that had dropped down her chin. âWe still have time, if thatâs whatâs troubling you dear.â
âH-HahâŠâ The words seemed to get stuck on her throat as his hands maneuvered around her frame, carefully parting her legs a little more to give him better access. His fingers quickly grabbed a hold of the hem of her dress, lifting it up slightly before resting his palm on her warm thigh, his lips still remaining close to her own as his very being craved more of her.
âDo you want me to stop?â Lyney softly asked, leaning back as his own breath grew uneven. His face too displayed a lovely shade of pink, his lips redder after the relentless kisses sheâd given him. His eyes were glittering with excitement, half-lidded with pure love as he waited for her response. His thumb was caressing her skin softly, the circular motion he did easing her more than arousing her as he searched for her honest answer.
It was embarrassing to admit, but [F/N] absolutely did not want to stop. Her body felt far too hot for her to go back on it now. âI⊠N-No.â
âAre you certain, dear?â He leaned closer, eyes squinting softly as his breath fanned her face. His hands slithered a little more upwards, giving her goosebumps as they traveled up to her hips. âI donât want to put you in any situation that might be even a little uncomfortable⊠I will understand if this is-â
âN-No Lyney, Iâm okay.â She nodded her head to reassure him, her hands gripping his clothing tighter as if not wanting him to move an inch away. âI admit, itâs⊠A bit nerve wracking, given the place but⊠I still donât want you to stop.â
He bit his lip, smiling with both excitement and apology. âIâm sorry love, I always seem to get carried away when itâs about you.â
It definitely was the truth, especially given with the way his hands moved around her body. There was always a certain kind of care in each movement, his grip upon her skin tight and loving, as if reassuring himself she was there, with him. Lyney was both selfish and giving when it came to his beloved [F/N], always wanting more for himself, yet always wanting to reassure her she felt properly adored. Â
âWeâll have to be-â He kissed her again, followed by another, her lips trying to keep up with his own as he gave her fleeting kisses. âVery quiet- Okay?â
âM-Mhm.â She nodded her head, her face blushing a deeper shade of red as his fingers finally lifted her skirt up. Her own hands helped him hold it up for him, watching him as it finally dawned on her, his figure getting nice and cozy in between her legs before he kneeled down. âL-Lyney?â
The grin he gave her was enough to make her lower region throb.Â
âIâm craving a taste of you, baby. Could you please indulge me?â He whispered, his hands parting her legs before resting securely against them. His head turned to her left thigh, leaving a trail of small bites and kisses as he came closer, delighting himself in every reaction she offered him, every gasp and jump, every attempt at caging his head in between her legs.Â
âJ-Just- Donât tease me, please.â [F/N] outright pleaded, earning herself an honest nod of his head as his eyes sparkled in anticipation.Â
Carefully, her eyes jumped back at the closed door before going back to him, her breath trembling as she breathed out from her parted lips. Whilst one hand held her dress up, the other slowly lowered, helping him to remove the lacey underwear that hid his most wanted prize away. And with a lift of her hips, they were off easily, hanging by her ankle as Lyneyâs gaze focused solely on the erotic view before him. His [F/N], holding her dress up for him, sat on his vanity as her chest rose and lowered irregularly, her pussy in full display for him alone. It was enough to get him aroused, the fabric of his own clothes becoming far too constricting as he felt his boner raging to be freed.
His experienced hands crept closer, thumbs slowly hovering her juicy lips before deliciously parting them. He could feel his mouth go dry in an instance, the view of her leaking pussy outright hypnotizing him as she let out a quiet moan. He couldnât help himself but play around with her pussy lips a little, after all, how could he not? The way her pretty hole would throb in want, leaking out her nectar only for him, dripping down her skin and onto his table, the squelching sounds being nearly enough for him to lose all sense of control. He couldnât help himself but stare, watch in lust before her soft moans and whines became a little too loud, all the while still arousing him even further.
âLyney!â She pleaded in a whisper, the pout she offered him sending his heart racing.Â
âYes, youâre right baby⊠Iâm sorry.â He hummed, leaning forth before finally giving her heat a long, slow and deep lick. The vibrations from his hum resonated with her pussy, sending pleasant shockwaves throughout her body as she shut her lips right before moaning. âWeâre gonna have to be quieter, love. Can you do that for me?âÂ
It was difficult to hear him when he was practically squishing his face against her pussy, yet from the mere fact heâd stopped, [F/N] had been able to deduct what he wanted from her quickly enough. She nodded her head eagerly, blushing even deeper as she bit her lip.
âMhm⊠âM sorryâŠâ
It truly divided Lyneyâs heart in two, for he absolutely adored hearing every sound [F/N] would bless him with. Her voice already was pure melody for his ears, all the more when she would be moaning due to his administrations. However, the pure excitement of their ordeal, having a chance of being caught, it was enough to keep him going, to entice him to lick more, to lap around her clit again, to suckle on it whilst plunging one of his fingers deep inside. The way his beloved would instead jolt more often, writhe above him, attempt to suffocate him as her legs tried to close around him, all to not be as vocal, it all had him entranced.Â
"You taste so goodâŠ" He groaned against her folds, his tongue practically spelling out his love for her as he ate her out with such passion. The groans and sighs that would escape him would only please her further, sending [F/N] closer and closer to her own release as she practically bit down her tongue to quiet out her own moans. Lyney simply couldn't have enough of her taste, lapping every last drop to his greedy tongue as he yearned for more, fingering and licking it out of her as he could feel her gummy walls throb against his fingers. "You're so wet, too⊠So dirty, my angel."
"L-LyneyâŠ" She mumbled, her erotic whine finally pulling him out of his trance to look her way. By that point she'd already held her fingers around his hair, him not even noticing up until that very moment.Â
His light eyes glanced up, for a moment the magician forgetting how to even breathe. It felt as though the wind was knocked out of him, staring up to see his beloved gazing down at him with such a needy look. Her cheeks were flushed, the thin layer of sweat visible on her forehead as her grip on his hair tightened softly. Her teeth were by that point gritting tightly against the hem of her dress, it being her faint attempt at keeping her noises down to a minimum as he ate her out to his heart's content. The view was dirty, marvelous. The dress was lifted to such a way he could now see part of her tummy as well, her body lined with sweat as it reacted to every little touch he gave her.Â
It drove Lyney over the edge. He couldn't wait any longer. The breath finally left his mouth in a shaky notion, her thighs shaking like jello as it hit her bare pussy before he got up.Â
"Gods, you're so gorgeous [F/N]." He outright moaned, his fingers carefully taking the fabric out of her mouth. He watched how she heaved deeply, her lips tempting him to latch onto them. And who was he to refuse, but a poor magician whose heart had been stolen by the woman before him?
He leaned in quickly, capturing her lips against his own as they both moaned against one another. Their hands couldn't let go of the other, fiddling with their clothes as they attempted to find the best position to finally get what they both wanted. [F/N] leaned herself to the edge of the table, her legs still apart for him as her fingers now fiddled with his belt, unbuckling it before finally freeing him of his leather shorts. Lyney could feel his cock throbbing already, eager to finally plunge inside of her spongy walls and ease the yearning he so deeply felt. He groaned against her lips as she finally freed his hard length, pumping it for him slowly as it was now her turn to suck on his tongue with her own lips.Â
"I need you, LyneyâŠ" [F/N] moaned, helping him to part her legs further as he kept his face closer to her own.Â
"I know, baby, I know. It's only fair I indulge you after you've treated me so well, right?" He hummed with a smile, all the while his face indicating just how excited he was.Â
He grunted quietly as he carefully rubbed his cock against her leaking folds, the two of them attempting to quiet their moans down to the best of their abilities. [F/N] could feel how the particularly protruding vein on the side of his cock rubbed against her pussy, sending tears to the corners of her eyes as she felt herself closer and closer to her release after being so well tended to by her lover. Lyney in turn kissed her tears away, his lips never leaving her face as he practically gulped down her moans to himself. After coating both her pussy with his pre and his cock with her bountiful juices he stopped, lining himself with her entrance before, with a glance shared, he carefully thrusted himself inside.
His hands gripped onto her knees, his lips shutting themselves tightly so as to not moan out as he often would. The way his eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to not voice much of the obvious pleasure he was feeling was a delightful view, [F/N]'s face blushing madly as she brought him closer. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she hid her face against his neck, her lips pressing against his skin as she quietly whimpered in pleasure.Â
"Ah, Lyney!" She moaned quietly, her nails digging into his shoulders as his own sighs of pleasure hit her ear.Â
"You're so tight, baby-" He in turn hissed gently, feeling how her spongy walls swallowed him whole as he finally bottomed out. His own hands were gripping harshly against her skin, the two of them sharing moans between one another even as his tip hit her deepest part. "Fuck, you're so wet. It feels so good."
"Please Lyney, give me moreâŠ" [F/N] pleaded to him, her eyes wide and glistening with pleasure as she leaned back for an instance. At that point she was once more leaning back against the rest of his vanity, granting him access to pound as deeply as his heart desired. The mere sight of her in such a way was enough for him to derail.Â
"Archons, anything for you [F/N]." The magician grunted, his hands leaving her knees as his lips latched onto her own.Â
By her own she was able to open her legs as widely as possible, the hem of her dress covering everything from the mid-thigh up as her hands were far too busy around his body. They wrapped around him tightly, effectively caging Lyney in between her much to his contentment. His own hands were busy holding her as close as possible, resting on her hips securely as to not knock her or anything else out, the items on his furniture tumbling slightly with every thrust he pounded into her needy core. With each time he bottomed out Lyney reached deeper, the tip of his cock effectively kissing her cervix as he molded her walls to his shape. He drank her every moan as if he worshiped all sounds she offered, his lips sucking on her tongue in such a lewd manner that he couldn't help but grin over how she squeezed him harder over it.Â
"Hyaahhhh, HinheyâŠ" [F/N] attempted to moan his name out, her puffy lips parted as his own toyed with her tongue to his pleasure.Â
He could feel the way she was milking him dry, her juices thoroughly coating his cock generously as her pussy practically praised and outright worshiped him. Her walls throbbed deliriously, sending him closer and closer to his edge as he fucked her through what he very well knew was her approaching orgasm.Â
"Is my baby- Close?" He leaned back to speak, humming quietly while licking his own lips eagerly. He watched as she nodded her head quickly, her fingers combing through his hair slowly, deeply. Just how he loved it. "Here, cum for me will you? You can take me like this as you do, right baby?"
[F/N] bit her lip, nodding her head again. She watched how one of his hands left her hips, holding it up for her to take it. His girlfriend took it without thinking twice, their fingers lacing together before Lyney held them against his mirror, his pace quickening up. Once more he glued his lips to hers, never quite truly satisfied with her kisses just as much as he never quite got enough of her pussy. Her breath against him grew ragged, her moans growing ever louder, all while trying to suppress them in what he could only find the cutest whines. He bent her more, held her tighter, he pounded deeper into her. He could feel her moans vibrate against his mouth before she finally gasped, a high pitched sob being all she could muster before her inner walls violently spasmed around him, creaming his cock bountifully as she rode her high. Even still, just as he'd asked her to, Lyney continued to thrust, still as deeply albeit slower, letting her savor her release just as he quickly followed with his closing one.Â
"Gyah, L-Lyney-!" [F/N] moaned against him, he in turn shushed her in understanding. "Mmm, t-to much!"
"I'm so close baby, so closeâŠ" He whispered, his thrusts a little less rhythmic as he tried to focus. His eyes opened to gaze deeply into hers, the sight of her red cheeks and unfocused eyes only edging him further deep into the abyss of pleasure. "Can you please take it just a little more? Just like thisâŠâ
âMhmâŠâ She eagerly nodded her head, the tears of overstimulation streaming down her face sending a long shiver down his spine. His free hand came to rest upon the side of her face, thumb clearing the tears away as his grip on her other hand tightened. âI-Inside, please.â
He bit his tongue gently as he smiled, nodding his head before pulling her head closer for a deep kiss. âAnything for my lovely lady.â
Against him she moaned, him in unison as he felt the knot deep inside himself finally snap. Lyney felt his eyes shut, a deep low grunt leaving his throat before he finally felt his release wash over him. He thrusted deeper still, his pace finally slowing down as thick ropes of seed flooded over [F/N]âs inner walls. Her womb was eager to receive the abundant load, being painted white from inside out as it overflowed whilst he still remained sheathed inside. Whilst their fingers were still locked she brought him closer, holding him tightly as her body shivered with the overstimulation. Lyney could feel his breath finally begin to slow down, a few final slow thrusts of his hips following as he moaned quietly, ensuring he was milked for all he was worth. He held his [F/N] close, as close as possible, their bodies finally relaxing as they rested atop his vanity, her body welcoming him closer as his seed leaked down and dropped onto the ground.
Even as she still regulated her breath, lips puffy and red and mascara slightly smudged from the sweat and tears, Lyney lunged forward, capturing her lips for the millionth time. Never satiated, like the greedy man he was at heart, he smiled against her as he enveloped her closer, relishing a moment longer. The silence that followed felt comforting, the two of them sighing in bliss as he felt her arms around his figure.Â
âSorry⊠It mustâve been uncomfortable to sit like that, on such a surface.â He stated, eyebrows furrowing softly as his thumbs cleared her smudged makeup as much as he could. Lyney dared not move, still not even wanting to pull out. It wasnât as though he could anyway, for the way [F/N]âs legs captured him definitely sent a message for him to stay a little longer.
âMhm, itâs fine⊠I enjoyed it all the same.â She smiled sheepishly, relishing in his soft touches as she in turn rearranged his side swept bangs.Â
âIâm glad.â He sighed in relief, the pair too engrossed into one another to even notice how some bottles had tumbled over amidst their frolicking. âStill, next time Iâll be sure to make up for it, for all of it.â
âLyney, truly itâs fine!â [F/N] laughed softly, finally opening her legs for him to move more freely. She watched in amusement how her boyfriend coughed softly upon noticing how heavy she leaked, rummaging through the room to find a towel he could dampen to help clean up. âSorry⊠We mightâve taken too long, no?â
âHey, if anything itâs my fault⊠Itâs what I get for being so greedy.â He reassured her with a sincere smile, carefully helping her to clean up before dressing her back up. [F/N] watched as he fanned his face with his hand, the blush on his face still evident as she helped him dress up as well, a snicker escaping her pretty lips at the sight.Â
âWell⊠I still⊠Very much enjoyed it.â [F/N] reiterated, her voice low as she helped him button up his undershirt. His smile was difficult to ignore, especially so as she helped him retrace the tear he would always paint on his right cheek.Â
â...I did, too.â He pulled her closer by the waist, smiling in a devilish, albeit inoffensive manner. He pulled her closer, stealing a deeper kiss as he relished on the taste of her lips, hoping to steal some of her chapstick for himself so he could taste it all throughout his performance. As he pulled away, he whispered quietly to her, fingers playing with the end of her hair. â...Maybe next time we do this, I can have you turned to my mirror. The faces you make are simply delicious, my dear.â
The way [F/N]âs face turned to utter surprise was enough of a reaction, the magician following with a sneaky laugh as he pinched her behind as the cherry on top. In turn, his girlfriend gently slapped his arm, huffing as her cheeks turned bright red, his laughter becoming louder as a result.
âLyney!â She groaned, nearly turning around from him in embarrassment.
âAlright, alright, Iâm sorry baby! Mostly.â He chuckled, embracing her before kissing her cheek with the usual level of endearment that was solely reserved for her.Â
âHmphâŠâ She pouted, though both knew it wasnât something to last long. â...Good luck on your show, honey.â
âAfter this? Itâll be the best show yetâŠâ He in turn whispered, his forehead resting against her head as they quieted down. âIâll see you after?â
âIâll be waiting here.â [F/N] smiled softly, them embracing one another before finally deciding to part.
Well, Lyney had always been energetic in his performances, yet there seemed to be an improvement on that particular one. True to his word, that performance definitely did do amazingly well, becoming the talk of the following weeks.
All thanks to his lucky charm.
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Mini Me
Requested Here!
Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!fem!reader
Summary: After giving birth to your twin boys, Tim is upset that they look just like you. He's momentarily distracted by a visit from the godparents, Angela Lopez and one of your best friends, who Tim only refers to as soldier.
Warnings: fluff! soft Tim! a quote from The Godfather, inspired by/based on the Modern Family scene in the request
Word Count: 1.3k+ words
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âItâs not fair, thatâs all Iâm saying,â Tim insists.
You hum, tilting your forehead toward the baby in your arms.
âTheyâre half of me,â Tim grumbles.
âIs he still upset they look just like you?â a kind nurse asks as she enters the room.
Tim huffs, and you smile as you give her a nod. She takes the baby from your arms and moves it to the nearby crib. You watch as she looks over your new baby boy.
âYou know Iâm not really mad, right?â Tim whispers at your side. âTo be straight with you, Iâm glad theyâre mini yous. I mean, Iâm not thrilled that they seem to like you more, but they did just spend a lot of quality time with you, I can understand missing that.â
Lifting the shoulder closest to him, you try to hide. Your shyness evaporates when Tim puts the second baby boy in your arms.
âWe do good work,â Tim says, one hand on your shoulder while he brushes a finger over the younger twinsâ cheek.
âYou certainly do,â the nurse answers. âHow are you feeling, Mom?â
âIâm okay,â you answer softly.
âWell, let me know if that changes or if this husband of yours gets too big for his britches.â
âI would never,â Tim replies, a dramatic hand raised to his chest. âShe loves it when I tease her.â
âYeah, she seems overjoyed. Press the call button if you need anything, hun.â
You smile as she leaves, purposefully avoiding meeting Timâs eyes.
âHave my kids and immediately fall out of love with me.â
Timâs tone lets you see his smile even though youâre looking in the opposite direction. Leaning back, you sigh when your cheek hits his arm. Heâs been by your side throughout the pregnancy, but everything shifted when you went into labor. He still teases you constantly, but youâve never seen him so happy.
âI need to take these beauties out for just a minute,â another nurse says, moving your twins into the cribs and rolling them out. âJust a quick checkup and theyâll be back. You also have some visitors; theyâll be in shortly.â
Tim thanks the nurses, taking your hand in his.
âWhoâs coming?â you ask, glancing up at him.
Already looking at you, Tim smiles when he meets your eyes. âAngela and Wesley, Lucy, solider.â
âHe has a name,â you point out. âAnd you were a soldier too.â
âI was better.â
âI, uh, I offered to let you choose both godparents,â you whisper.
âHey, look at me,â Tim requests, brushing his fingertips over your jaw as you look up again. âIâm just teasing you. I- Iâve never been this happy, and Iâm glad that you have someone like soldier to trust as the godfather.â
âWell, you can do anything, but never go against the family.â
âNerd,â Tim jokes.
Closing your eyes, you hide again. Timâs used to it, and his kind hand on your arm is an apology. Though youâre not sure heâs ever really been sorry.
âAre we in the right place?â Lucy asks, opening the door to your suite. âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm great,â Tim answers.
âI donât think she was talking to you,â Wesley interjects with a smile.
âWell you know itâs just emotional.â
âIâm also good,â you answer. âWe have two little boys.â
âSheâs happy âcause they look just like her,â Tim grumbles.
âDodged a bullet,â Wesley jokes, nodding once in your direction.
âWhat are their names?â Lucy asks excitedly.
âWe havenât decided yet,â Tim explains. âWe canât narrow it down past three.â
âYou canât,â you correct under your breath.
âTim, this is for you,â Lucy says, pulling a mug from her bag.
âBest dad?â Tim reads.
âYeah, I bought it for my dad, but Tamara wouldnât let me give it to him, said it wasnât true or something.â
âWow. Uh, thank you... I think.â
âHow was your vacation, Wesley?â you ask. âSorry Angela cut it short when I called.â
âWe were happy to come back. Iâm pretty sure weâd tried every restaurant in a five-mile radius of the hotel anyway.â
âHey, everybody,â your first (and favorite) nurse calls.
âWhere are the babies? I want to see them!â Lucy exclaims.
âThe godparents wanted to do something; theyâll be right in.â
âThis is so much worse than I thought.â Tim sighs, running a hand over his jaw.
The nurse turns the light off and presses a button on a phone, 'The Circle of Life' from The Lion King filling the room. Tim sighs again, lightly squeezing your hand.
Angela and your best friend, whom Tim (lovingly) calls soldier, enter in matching robes, each carrying a baby.
âI love this!â Lucy whispers, clapping her hands over her chest.
Stopping at the end of your bed, Angela and soldier wait for the nurse to turn on a flashlight to hold the babies up, imitating the scene when Simba is lifted over the rock.
âWhere did they get the matching robes?â Wesley asks.
âTheyâre so beautiful,â Lucy gushes, rushing to Angela to meet the babies.
Timâs hand moves to your shoulder when he sees your tears. You never imagined being this happy and lucky to have friends and family who care about you and treat your children as their own. Leaning your cheek on Timâs hand, you smile as you watch Lucy and Wesley take your sons.
âYour dad is probably gonna buy you dog beds, but Iâll be the best aunt you could dream of,â Lucy tells the older twin.
âI can hear you, boot,â Tim calls, not moving away from you.
âYouâre next, huh?â Angela asks Lucy.
âOh, no, please donât,â Lucy begs.
âSoldier,â Tim greets, shaking his hand before walking from you to hug Angela.
âThank you for coming,â you tell him.
âOf course. Nothing I wouldnât do for my best friend and her babies, and the guy that helped make them.â
You chuckle at him, offering your hand. âWhere did you get the robes?â
âOh, that wasnât me. Angela had them made when you asked us to be the godparents; been carrying them around since then.â
Glancing at Angela, she doesnât look away from the baby in her arms to say, âHey, it pays to be prepared. Lucyâs just lucky Iâm not in the same realm as her, she wouldnât stand a chance if I was an aunt, too.â
âThatâs not fair,â Lucy accuses.
âAnd labeling yourself as an aunt to my kids is?â Tim asks.
âI didnât label myself, itâs basic relations. You tolerate me, which is practically an acknowledgement that Iâm family.â
âI- why do I even bother?â Tim asks himself.
âNo one knows,â Angela and Lucy answer together.
âYouâre going to let them talk to the father of your children like this?â Tim pouts as he looks at you.
âMan, youâre begging for me to get in on this,â soldier adds, shaking his head. âThereâs a reason theyâre already mamaâs boys.â
âDonât start with me, soldier.â
âYou do know Iâm going to be around more because Iâm the godfather, right?â
Tim points at you before you can quote the movie again. After Lucy trades babies with Wesley and Angela moves to talk to the one in Wesleyâs arms, Tim returns to your side.
âI think youâre right about the names,â Tim admits as he holds your hand between his.
âYeah, about thatâŠâ Wesley begins.
âThis is âBootâ because heâs a kicker, and this is âTiny Timâ because he grumbles like you,â Lucy explains, pointing to the twins as she gives them nicknames.
âYou nicknamed my kids after the term for rookies and a sick kid? Youâre a terrible aunt,â Tim replies.
âTim,â you warn quietly.
Everyone silences, looking between you and Tim with wide eyes.
âSorry,â Tim says (reluctantly and begrudgingly).
âSheâs right, though, he acts just like you,â you tell Tim, kissing his knuckles quickly.
âCan you survive two of me?â Tim asks.
âAs long as you donât tease both versions of me.â
Angela, Lucy, Wesley, and soldier talk to your babies, and you look on with a smile. Tim was right: you did good work.
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Just a Kiss
sakura haruka Ă f!reader âȘïž the way he gets all shy with a kiss makes you want to tease him even more.
contain: suggestive work, shy sakura, reader is a tease.
It started with a simple kiss. Just a peck to his lips when you saw how adorable Sakura was as he grumbled over another loss from the game against you.
A grin emerged as you saw how he still goes all red up to his ears when you kiss him. Just like the first time when you took his first kiss. Still as shy and adorable as ever. Your boyfriend, your Haru.
Seeing him like that made a thought wander into your mind. How red could he get if I pushed him? And so you did it again. You gave him another peck to his lips. This time, your lips stayed flush against his for a while. You felt the heat on his lips transferring to yours before you backed off. Lashes fluttering open, you glanced up to see him even redder than before. Wow!
âWhâwhat was that for?â Sakura turned his head away in embarrassment. One of his hands covering his own lips. The other gripped the controller so hard you heard it creaking.
You easily pried it off his hand and placed it down. It would be bad if he actually broke it. It's not cheap at all! The fleeting thought then went away, and your focus came back to him.
âDo I need a reason to kiss my boyfriend?â You tilted your head in an innocent manner, but the curve of your lips betrayed the facade.
You looked at him in silence as he pretended to cough and tried to compose himself. Once he finally managed to meet your eyes and said, âWell, I guess it's fine. But! You gotta tell me about it before! Or elseââ
âOr else what?â You parroted back.
âUgh! Or else⊠IâIâŠâ Sakura's face started going all red once more.
âHm?â You waited for his reply.
âOr else I'm gonna get all shy and wouldn't know what to do! Damn it!â Sakura squeezed his eyes shut and finally vomited his embarrassing words out. He had even panted at the end as if he had lost all his breath.
â...Oh, I see.â You replied in a calm manner. Well, as calm as you could fake it. It may be embarrassing for him, but to you, it was basically like a declaration of love. It was his sincere feeling.
You felt your heart going all excited from his sincere words. Well, not just your heart actually. Somewhere down there was also getting excited. You felt it squeezed at nothing before a wet trickle seemed to seep out. Whether it got all excited because of Sakura's sincere words or because of how embarrassed he looks, you weren't sure. Maybe it was due to both.
Taking a deep breath, you leaned closer to him and traced your fingers over his clenched fists. You could feel the raised veins over the back of his skin. You tilted your head a bit to the side and looked up at him. âThen, can I kiss you now, Haru?â
You felt the shiver rising over his skin as your fingers now traced over his tense arms. He knew you only called him Haru when you were excited.
He got all quiet before finally answering with a, â...yes.â
A smile bloomed over your face, and then you closed the distance.
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