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mygnolia · 8 months ago

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YOU MAKE ME GO CRAZY OVER YOU !!

୨୧ -› hey, that boy over there..isn't he the most popular student athlete on campus? how did you two meet, anyway?

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ LEE HEESEUNG

im gonna sigh dreamily when i say he’s most DEF basketball captain.

yes ik i wrote about this in wrong number i dont CARE i will say it with my whole chest

DORK DORK DORK but cute dork with lethal face card. smirks after making yet another basket and winks at you

age old question how tf did yall meet!!!

you pass by the gym and some guy on the way stops to talk to you

like “hey i know you from somewhere”

“yes heeseung we were partners from a project two weeks ago how do you not remember..”

he’s embarrassed asf especially because he remembers a lot of people’s names

after that he wants to be in your good graces and be friends

totally not because he remembered how you did a lot of the work for said project no complaints!!

and he doesn’t want you to rat him out to the teacher… or tell other people he’s not friendly

‘hey y/n, come to my game? i’ll do better if you’re there :)”

you go only because you needed to complete an assignment while you were there at school anyways

but sometimes you’d see him laughing with his friends, or how serious he is on court and woah, heeseung looks cool for once

you wait for him after because you figured he needed you for something

“awh, you wanted for me?” “i could be doing much better things.” “awh, come on y/n let’s get some ice cream! my treat since we get to spend time together”

he’s annoying but you let him tag around because he doesn’t bother you LOL

more under the cut!

drags you along when he practices alone so he can have some company

you like the company and the white noise too

you definitely doubt if he likes you because he is SUCH A FLIRT but no he DOES! he writes a confession on a basketball and ‘misses’ so you can catch it

you pass it back without seeing the message

but heeseung keeps missing and it almost hits you on the head and you’re like ‘dude you SUCK hello??” he says ‘oh lol maybe it’s the ball” byee why was he smooth with it!!!!

you check the message and roll your eyes

“if i make this you have to kiss me” you tell him and you’re about to shoot but he picks you up and brings you right next o the next to let you throw it in and then kisses u!!!!

not to be like oh im writing an smau on basketball captain heeseung but.. *tucks hair behind ear*

most definitely tries to be mysterious and cool when you’re dating

dribbles in front of you, trick shots, runs up to you when you’re alone, gives you one kiss between ever basket he makes

teaches you how to play!!!!

ABSOLUTELY lights up when someones mentions you when you two date

“oh yeah my partner in math is ___”

“omg ___?? the love of my life ___??”

you lowk have to drag him away i fear

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ PARK JONGSEONG

baseball captain *faints*

enhypen x mariners and him speaking in english…so you want me DECEASED

baseball captain jay and you who attends his games because jake aka ur friend on the team knows you have nothing better to do

“i bet you won’t make it even to five games before buying cotton candy” jake says because you have a MASSIVE sweet tooth

you tried really hard because $15 and a burger was on the line

and you kept coming because…well there was a cute captain who always knew how to rally his teammates and get them excited

also great sportsmanship and was super friendly to everyone!

definitely got mad when the umpire makes a wrong call

sharp reaction times. EVEN SHARPER JAW.

of course you stared! of course you were not paying attention to whatever jake was saying about his test after their game..how could you when jay was doing his lopsided smile as his friend pats him on the shoulder from ten feet away??

one time you come early because they’re practicing on the field and you see jay and jake passing to each other

jay just so effortlessly throwing the ball…oh my god

he’s just so perfect and jake cheers from the sidelines because he knows his captain pays attention to every single person who has stepped foot on the baseball field iNCLUDING YOU

you come up to jake after the fourth game, showing him you still had your $5 and your tongue wasn’t stained with any blue or pink

jay comes over, arm thrown around jake’s shoulder as he waves and smiles to you

dark hair with a twinge of sweat as he runs a hand through it, pulling it back to place on his cap

JAY IN A BASEBALL CAP *faints again*

he walks you out to the parking lot and asks what the $5 in your pocket is for because he keeps seeing you pull it out

you explain your whole bet to him and he nods

next game. before it starts. he gets you cotton candy and makes sure it gets to you somehow

you smile and you’re all giddy when you eat it because there’s a p.j. on the cap and he’s just so cute

jake doesn’t say anything he already knows it’s happening between you two.

jay finally writes on a baseball and tells you to catch, and it says ‘let’s date’ and you grab a sharpie and scribble ‘kiss me first’

OH YEAH HE WALKS OVER AND KISSES YOU.

soon every game instead of cotton candy it’s his baseball cap when it’s sunny, his jacket when you’re cold, baseballs with notes on them, and roses for his girlfriend aka youuuuu

jay is such a romantic and he is not afraid to show it

he orders custom jerseys that say jay/n on the back with the day you got together!!!!!

BEST BOYFRIEND EVERRRRRR

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SIM JAEYUN

rugby player jake but he has dark long hair let that settle in

campus flirt campus playboy but in reality he doesn’t go on dates and nothing really happens past the smiles, he’s just super popular

you are also pretty well known! a little flirty but super sweet and your charm and how expressive and open you are with other people is what people like!

and he sees you cheering with your friend who he remembers is dating someone from the team

rugby has no gear so he just runs like no tomorrow

smiling in the sun or determined stare as he talks to his team, you never know

he yells either in frustration, victory, or defeat, literally will never be silent

so after a game you follow your friend down to the railing and she has her little moments with her boyfriend

and you and jake kind of awkwardly stand there for a moment

he wipes his sweat off with a towel and smiles at you, cracking the ice

“how long have you had to deal with that?” he points over to them

you shrug and tell him “however long you’ve been dealing with it” he laughs

oh wow his smile when he’s right in front of you is just so pretty

and his little chuckle as he shakes his head and looks back up at you

‘who do you watch on the field?’ he asks, with a little smirk because he likes you

‘whoever catches my attention’ you tell him also smiling

oh its a CHALLENGE. he will make sure to run on the side of the field you’re watching from, winking at you on the field, ugh just everything

you come to a party at the end of the season to celebrate and he sees you

“you came!!” super happy and makes sure you are next to him all the time

“y/n you know the teammates, yeah?” you smile and congratulate them

he leaves to get you a soda/water and jungwon leans in

“jake LOVES to talk about you by the way”

“yeah he always says how pretty you are in the library or in class, he likes when your friend comes because that means you come with her”

heeseung nods, “super into you, no joke”

jake comes back trying to play it off “who’s into y/n?”

you poke at his shoulder and smile, “you” and he’s all bashful and giggly

loves to call himself ‘y/n’s girlfriend’

‘sorry, i can’t i have to buy flowers for y/n’ ‘sorry y/n needs me to help her study’ ‘sorry y/n needs a ride here’ STUCK TO YOUR HIP

ofc he doesn’t abandon his friends but he loves spending time with you :3

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon’s reputation proceeds him—cold on the court and just as reserved off of it

ugh he’s so annoying, he always has his bag in the same spot as yours and he always is at the water filling station with hos annoying 32oz bottle before you

also hogs that automatic tennis ball throwing machine like how are YOU supposed to practice tennis too

‘hey i need that’ he furrows his eyebrows and shrugs

‘i was here first’ ‘what are you twelve????’ sunghoon tells you ‘get here earlier next time then

oh yeah. for the next week you ran to the courts everytime to get it before him

one day he sees you and races you to the gates and you beat him

sulky after as if his career is over

definitely varsity and one of the best, but he never approaches girls after his games

one time you go to a men’s game because it’s one of the most anticipated of the season

its neck to neck, third set with 40-adv, sunghoon’s serve

he chases after that ball and sends it over, it barely hits the net and tumbles over, AND HE WINSSSS BRAHHHHH

even if you hate him you will admit that he made the game extremely interesting

you see his friends congratulate him and you notice that he never gets his clothes dirty

always wears white to practice—pristine asf

secretly he loves watching you too

even if you hate him for getting on your nerves some days and almost never doing more than bare minimum, you cannot lie and say sunghoon isn’t a huge inspiration

just as you are to him

sunghoon thinks your tenacity and passion for tennis is what makes you so fun to watch

so even if he has homework, he goes to a game of yours and comes down to the court after the game

bumps your shoulder after, ‘good game, y/n’ and you’re like ?? ‘you’re here?’ and he’s sooo nonchalant when he says ‘of course, i can’t miss a fun game can i?’

there’s a fun mixed doubles tournament for a whole gift basket of things and you come up to him

‘hey let’s pair up’ and he grins

you two play each other for practice and you’ve tied the score so many times you’ve lost count

and sunghoon’s a little annoying but oh lord he’s so attrative??? so maybe he wasn’t THAT annoying…

mixed doubles tourney rolls around and oh yeah. you two win.

you know much he likes natto and you say ‘here you take the natto’ he shakes his head ‘no you eat it all the time’

you two bicker and you say ‘fine lets just share it!’ and to your surprise..he opens the package and just mixes it all in

you two sit and share the natto, then he tells you he thinks you’re pretty cool on court

you raise your eyebrow cuz where is this coming from!! and he rolls his eyes

‘nevermind maybe you’re only bright on the court’

‘hey what’s that supposed to mean!!!’ you take the natto and eat all of it LMFAO and then he pouts because noo his natto!!!

you kiss his cheek. it’s ok everything is ok now he is a happy boy

“you’re my match” you write on a tennis ball pin and he keeps it on his bag like his life DEPENDS on it

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ KIM SUNOO

THE CUTEST VOLLEYBALL SETTER EVER

i hate to be like oh you’ve had the fattest crush on him for like two months BUT ITS TRUE

you’re on yearbook and you make an excuse to go see sunoo play!!

you two met when you were at a volleyball game and you told him to smile, but he’s one of those guys who says “wait delete that take another one!!”

and ofc you agree, snapping a few cute photos of him

he posts to his social media, tagging you with a cute song saying ‘thanks photographer :3”

and so you it begins, your small little crush on him..

he loves seeing you at his games, always makes sure to wave to you on the court

hey so setter sunoo is insanely good at what he does

so graceful when he places a NASTY setter dump on the other team, a glare shot at one of the other team’s members bad-mouthing him, but a glowing smile as he high-fives all his teammates!

super supportive, and you loveee that about him!! he cares so much about everyone it makes your heart warm

“here, let’s eat together,” you tell him, and you bring him some noodles you made because he said he was craving some

he smiles at you and sits down, beginning to slurp slurp slurp and SCOREEE he loves it

“thanks y/n, let me treat you some time :)” UGH DEAD DEAD

KIM SUNOO KING OF FLOAT SERVES

huge smile on his face when it lands where it needs to, he loves that feeling of satisfaction and soaks up all of your praise after his games are over

he slips out of practice sometimes to see what you’re doing in yearbook, and he’ll take your camera to tell you to smile as he takes pics

someone in your class tells you too to look overfor a photo , so he loops an arm around your shoulders to pull you close and smile

AND OH EM GEE UR LIKE TOTALLY GEEKING OUT OVER IT HELLO??????/

you ask her to print you a copy of it to save in your scrapbook, but sunoo cuts in and asks for another one

“i like seeing you” DEAD IN A DITCH esp when he smiles at you and then runs off to practice before he gets in trouble

so competitive on the court and it makes him a little sulky when he loses

“argh i did so bad today” he’d tell you, but in your eyes hello kim sunoo could do no wrong!! and you share your snacks while reassuring him

he swears tho, “nooo, i had to look cool for you!” and you’re tired of hearing him say and do all of these sweet things and straight up

“why?” “what do you mean, y/n?” “why do you want to look cool for me?” “well i liked you duh!”

but sunoo never wanted to confess, he was too scared he wasn’t good yet at showing you all of his perfect bf traits

WELL HE THOUGHT WRONG!! he’s been perfect from d1 so now he just sneaks in like 40 kisses before every game

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ YANG JUNGWON

see so jungwon, he’s been a little FLIRTY as of recently.

“you like older guys? but im a younger guy with rhythm” WHAT THE FKSCNHDJFD

whatever. anyways jungwon focuses on badminton like it’s a lifeline

hitting birdies in his sleep would be smth he would do if he could, he loves how aggressive he can be in the sport without moving too much, lots of strategy involved

you come to one of his games because your friend is on the other team, and you want to cheer him on

but jungwon notices you’re literally from his school??

isn’t it weird you’re going to a game for someone on the other team…

so he sets off a plan

he goes to you after the game before your friend can

“hey, how come you don’t support anyone on our team” so straight to the point help

and you tilt your head in confusion because “well i don’t know anyone from the team and you’re all scary”

scary??? jungwon makes it his personal mission to debunk that cuz no one is SCARY

maybe sunghoon but that’s because he’s varsity 1 and the best player within 150 miles but whatever

he makes it his mission to wave to you when he sees you and when he’s sat next to you in one of your classes he’s like yay perf

“you’re the guy from that badminton game huh?” “is that a good or bad thing”

you shrug “whatever you want it to be”

and he asks you to go to his next game but if he wins, you have to support the team and if he loses

and you stare at him like “wtf do i get out of it”

jungwon did NOT think about that

he promises to buy you a snack after

and it’s free food so you can’t complain

you two talk more and he finds out you used to play badminton before you hurt your ankle and wanted to focus on school

so he takes you to practice and gives you one of his expensive rackets

lowk falling in love everytime you laugh and chase the birdie

jungwon pretends to hate chasing after it but he’ll still hit it back even if it’s out of bounds because he doesn’t want to waste your time picking it up

you two sit down and you tell him how fun it was to be able to play, and how much you missed it from your childhood

your school holds a small festival where other school athletes go against your team modified lighting rounds

paired with vendors and fun carnival stands, but the main attractions are always the variety of sports to watch

jungwon is one of the representatives from your school but so is your friend from the other school, so it’s heated when they play

you tie a ribbon around his racket (curtesy of sunghoon for helping you out) and write a note saying “if you do good ill cheer for you”

AND HE WINS. so you keep your end of the bargain and cheer for him after the game is over, giving him a high five and a hug

he walks with you and asks about what you two are BECAUSE THIS IS A DATE this is date behavior

“of course i like you won who wouldn’t”

let’s just say he gives u little kisses all over when you two are alone sigh so cute

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ NISHIMURA RIKI

he’s been on the soccer team ever since he was a freshman and even before, retaining his cute features and mischievous personality

when you became assistant manager you were scared but your brother heeseung was on the team and your mom told you to look after him at school

and riki takes after heeseung a LOT when they play and heeseung even goes as far as inviting riki over

so riki’s super good at soccer by the time heeseung leaves, but he also has this small crush on you that heeseung’s told you about

you just never said anything because you never had a reason to nor were you uncomfortable with it

but junior year hits and riki comes back from winter break with pitch black hair all styled

also…a lot taller than you. and no more baby fat

and you paid attention to some of it because you saw him for practice, but the hair really did it

during practice he loves to mess with you saying things like “can you fill up my water y/n pleaseeee” “no you have two feet” “ill win the next game against ____ if you get me water” “i’ll kick you off the team if you don’t win”

he sighs and gets up, glaring down at you and you try not to let his playful stare affect you, but SOMETHING was different something was in the air

if riki doesn’t play good, it’s because his team manager aka you is NOT there

you come back the next day to find out he was sulking and didn’t play super well because you weren’t encouraging him

“go run a lap, riki” and HE DOES JUST THAT “go practice on the field by yourself”

“how about you ask me to date you next” he grumbles

and you HEAR him. loud and clear.

but you’re like agh what if he doesn’t mean it what if he’s just joking

at the next game he does super well and you congratulate the whole team

yas team hybe eats

you two are getting ready to go home when he finally brings it up

“you heard what i said on tuesday” and you know exactly what he means

“yep.” “so why didn’t you say anything back” “i didn’t know if you were being serious”

he scoffs “y/n when have i ever not been serious about you”

he opens your door even if he’s passenger princess

makes fun of you for how much closer you need the wheel to be to drive

YAYYYY Y/NKI IS REAL

he loves to drape an arm around your shoulder walking around school

acts as if he’s older when you two are literally the same age HELP

reblogs/interactions are appreciated always!

have some shameless self promo for my spiderman!riki fic!

and my upcoming jake fic!

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blackeyen2kisses · 3 months ago

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hii !! I just wanted to say your seunghyun/top post was so cute :’) i love it sm !!

I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing something similar for jiyong? Maybe something based off that one interview where he says he acts more “childish” in a relationship as opposed to the “cool type” people assume he’d be!

If not, no worries !! I still love your writing regardless and am excited to see more ^^

soft bf!jiyong (headcannons)

summary: the reality of a relationship bf!jiyong.

an: hello! thank you for your kind words, they mean the world to me :,) i hope i did your request justice. enjoy!

bf!jiyong who: despite his image of the, “hard to get, playboy” is the complete opposite with you.

bf!jiyong who: before you started dating, wanted desperately to have all of your attention, every single ounce. he would always act silly and make jokes in order to get you to laugh. (which did not slip past the rest of bigbang.) it made his stomach do flips to be the cause of your smiles.

bf!jiyong who: could never bring himself to tell you he liked you, he was terrified of ruining your friendship. he couldn’t bring himself to risk it. so you could imagine how surprised he was when he came to see you backstage after he performed,(which was nothing out of the ordinary) and was met with you shyly handing him a handwritten letter. decorated with swooping letters, white lace, and, glitter hearts, declaring your love for him. he tried to be the picture of nonchalance as he rubbed the back of his neck as he admitted he had liked you for some time too. but, he was really doing jumping jacks in his head.

bf!jiyong who: is the most loyal person you’ve ever met who will defend you with his last breath. (you two were getting out of jiyongs drivers car. heading to a small cafe for a date. the paparazzi were surrounding the two of you as you tried to push through. a hand on the small of your back made your head shoot up, looking at your boyfriend, who carried a slightly annoyed look on his face. you were almost at the entrance when a voice called through the crowd, “hey lady! move out the way, i cant get a good shot!” you turned to see one of the paparazzi shooting you a glare. before you could respond, jiyong left your side and walked between you and the aging man. “hey! dont talk to her like that!” he barked as he smacked the camera away from his face. shooting the guy one last death glare, he raced back to you, intertwining your hands and pulling you inside.)

bf!jiyong who: when you guys go to places where you have to take your shoes off before you enter, kneels down infront of you and carefully unlaces your shoes and pulls them off, and when you leave slips them back on and laces them back up.

bf!jiyong who: insists on paying for everything the bill when you guys go out to eat, the rent for your shared apartment, for groceries, for the cable bill. no matter how much you insist you want to help, he declines every time. he likes to spoil you.

bf!jiyong who: learned how to braid hair—via youtube video, because he knew you hated when your hair was in your face.

bf!jiyong who: makes homemade gifts for you. such as, origami roses, oragami swans, origami hearts that, when unfolded have messages on the inside. he likes to do origami when he’s feeling overwhelmed. he finds it relaxing.

bf!jiyong who: has a love language of acts of service.

bf!jiyong who: loves to take care of you. wiping food from the corner of your mouth while you eat, doing your skincare after a night out, and you’re too tired to do so yourself, cooking you your favorite meals, massaging your neck after you slept wrong the night before.

bf!jiyong who: when he gets anxiety clutches your hand and draws circles on your palm.

bf!jiyong who: wears a silver bracelet engraved with your name on it and wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is to shower.

bf!jiyong who: gave you one of his favorite rings. which, you wear on a chain around your neck at all times.

bf!jiyong who: has a photobook filled with Polaroids you take of each other, and, together. he likes to have physical photos of the two of you.

#kwon jiyong #jiyong x reader #g dragon #jiyong imagine #bigbang #bigbang imagine #g dragon x reader #kwon jiyong x reader

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lareinarata1960 · 4 months ago

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Batfam + JL (where the Justice League finds out about the Batfam by accident)

To long for a one-shot but not really a micro-fic, anyway ENJOY:

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After a virtual meeting with the LJ Batman "disconnects" the camera... Except he does something wrong and now he thinks none can see or hear him but everyone on the JL it's watching him in the Batcave from a huge screen.

Wonder Woman: Maybe we should tell him... Or at least turn the tv off...

Flash: WAIT!!! Don't you wanna know what the bat does when he thinks nobody is watching????

Superman (trying not to sound to enthusiastic): Well maybe we could just take a quick look... :)

Here is a list of things the JL saw or found out because of this:

1) Batman taking off most of his armour and his mask and start working in some case in his desk in front of the computer (the angle of the cámara doesn't let see his face not OH GOD it lets se his huge pecs and arms in nothing but a gray underwear shirt

Flash: Well LOOK AT THAT, I always knew he was well build but that's a great look in so many ways

Green Lantern: No shit... This is making me realize some things about myself

Wonder Woman: ... I have better arms

Superman (2 seconds about to have a stroke): oh yea... Well... I'm just gonna... *Takes a picture with his phone*

2) A general panic gets on the JL when a dark skinned toddler enters the screen and tries to climb THE BATMAN

*Through the screen*

Toddler Duke pulling Batman's arm: *baby noises*

Batman looking away from his work to see the kid (his face still not visible on the camera): Oh hello chum, what are you doing here?

The JL incredibly confused and estranged because of that sweet voice they NEVER heard before:

Batman pulling Dukes up and carrying him on his chest while he keeps working: It's ok baby, your siblings we'll be back soon

The LJ:

Flash: HE'S A FATHER??!!!

Wonder Woman: this actually explains a lot of things

Superman (with his heart about to physically melt): ...oh... That's cute

3) A sassy teenager arriving home

Batman, still with the kid on top of him and still working, when a black haired boy enters the screen and throws a backpack on the ground

Batman: How was school?

Tim, annoyed: Boring, they keep teaching me thins I already know

Batman: Well what do you wanna learn about?

Tim (pulling a bunch of folders and papers out of his school bag): The Gotham strangulator...

Batman:...

Batman (surprisingly calm) : Did you steal a case from my desk?

Tim: I solved a case from your desk, you welcome

Batman (sighing): ok fine, put it with the others you solve that I have to present to the JL next week

Tim (putting in the desk a huge bunch of archives): oki doki

Flash: Wait so a kid do his paperwork????

Marcian: Wait so a kid SOLVES his cases???

Wonder Woman: Do you think that maybe is Robin? I mean I have never seen him from close but it could be...

Superman: I honestly need a brake

Batman *standing up with Duke on arms*: I'm gonna put your brother to sleep DONT DO ANYTHING

Tim (without even looking up from his phone): mhmh...

4) After a while of just watching Tim on his phone a little menace decides to show up

Tim (on his phone not paying attention):

Litle Damian arriving and standing with a straight face in front of the computer:

Flash (a little bit terrified): Can he see us??!!!

Wonder Woman: He shouldn't be able... But if that's Batman's kid, who knows

Damian (with the most serious voice a 8 year old can make): Computer, show me funny videos of cats

The computer *unresponding*

Tim: Dad told you not to play with the computer

Damian: Well father is not here right now, and if you tell him I'll tell him you just call him "dad"

Tim: no I didn't!

Damian: yes you did!

Tim: he's just my legal guardian!!!

Damian: But you call him dad just now!!!

Tim: you...

*Tim and Damian fighting and rolling in the floor*

Aquaman: oh so this is what having siblings is like?...

Superman: IS THAT A FREAKING COW??!!

*Batcow on the back of the image watching the kids fight without giving a fuck*

Wonder Woman: IS THAT A SWORD??!!!!

*Also Damian pulling a sword put of nothing to fight Tim and the JL freaking out*

*A teenage girl appears out of nowhere and grabs Damian as if it was nothing*

Cass: What are you even doing?!

5) A terrifying ballerina scolds her brothers (by this point the JL already has popcorns and bets on the table)

This ballerina girl who magically appears and stops the little psico stares at them in confusion

Cass: Why are you even fighting about???

Tim: None of your business

Damian: Timothy is a jerk

Cass: I already know that

*A notice from the computer catches everybody's attention*

(Batman calling them from the computer in a way the JL can only hear his voice but the kids and Batman can definitely see each other)

Batman *on the speaker phone*: Why is everyone at home so early?

Cass: My ballet class is over

Damian: I didn't go to school today, I didn't want to

Batman (exasperated): We will discuss this later, I had to go out there is an emergency in the city, DONT GO OUT! DONT KILL EACH OTHER! AND DAMIAN GET THAT COW OUT OF THE BATCAVE

Damian: But what if something happens to her???!!!!

Cass: Hate to interrupt but I have a good and a bad new

Batman: Just go ahead with the good news

Cass: I GOT A ROLE IN THE NUTCRACKER!!!

Batman (who has no idea what the Nutcracker is about but is trying to be a supportive father) : Honey that's great!! Are you gonna be some pretty candy princess or something?

Cass (who is actually gona be the rat king and is really excited about it): sure... Wana hear the bad news??

Batman: shot

Cass: Jayson is in jail

Batman:

Cass: Again

Tim and Damian trying not to laugh:

Batman: that's it *pointing to Tim* ho upstairs and babysit your brother, Cassandra and Damian I want you out of the Batcave until I'm back and someone call Richard so he can get your brother out of jail

*The JL losing their shit in confusion and laug*

Batman eventually finds out about this little incident but decides to ignore it and pretend it never happened. The LJ is amused

#justice league #batman #batfam #superman #wonder woman #aquaman #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #duke thomas #batfam is happy together au #dc robin #dc comics #dc universe

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roselockwood · 20 days ago

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Teasing

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k

Warnings: pure smut, mommy kink, scissoring, let me know if i should add more

Summary: Agatha was teasing you relentlessly for weeks, what happens when it affects her too??

A/N: this was made a looong time ago when i was drunk so sorry for any mistakes, and its all because i couldnt stop thinking about Agatha after reading LCM @lunargrrrl 🙂‍↕️...

Anyways enjoy this and pls dont be mad i disappeared for god knows how long from tumblr

You thought Agatha was joking at first. That it's just some stupid words. But the stupid words turned into weeks of her teasing you, without her needy hands fucking you. Oh my sweet baby, you tested my limits today. Let's see if you will still act this way if i don't touch you at all. Her words bounced around your head, echoing endlessly.

At the time you've thought that it was just empty promises, nothing more than a simple tease. Oh you were so, so wrong. You haven't caught the serious tone, or the glint of her eyes when she uttered these words. Agatha was keen on making her words come true.

It's close to three weeks since she have fucked you. Maybe bratting out to her wasn't a good idea after all. You've spent three grueling weeks without her touch, without her mouth on your body and it started to bother you. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Agatha has been teasing you relentlessly everyday. The torturing varied depending on her mood. Sometimes it was her hand lingering for longer than it should when she moved past you in the kitchen, the other time it was her playfully slapping your ass when you were standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Either way it is too much for you to handle, your skin burning with her every touch.

But it started to affect her too. She was getting more handsy with each passing day. You could see it was breaking her as much as it did you. During the three weeks you had to endure, you could sometimes hear her ragged breath as she was muttering your name, touching herself to the thought of you. It was pure torture, listening to her, yet you knew that touching her was off limits as Agatha was set on making you as miserable as possible.

The witch was doing alright until one day, Agatha just snapped. She found you in your shared living room, playing games and talking with friends. She tugged your headset off and looked at you with a dangerous sparkle in your eyes.

“Hi sweetheart, are you busy?”

“Yes Aggie, sorry I'm playing with my friends.”

This should've been enough to keep her away, right? Turns out it was not nearly enough. She slowly came around the couch that you were sitting on. Her smirk widening as she sank to her knees before you.

“I think you should be busy with something else baby.”

If you weren't paying much attention to Agatha, then now you were. Her nimble fingers were undoing your jeans and her eyes were fixated on your centre. Agatha's every move was calculated, almost as if she was planning this all along.

“You think you can focus on your game while i fuck you sweetheart?”

You held your breath when you heard the words that left her mouth. She was eyeing you up and down, her gaze wandering all over your body and concentrating on what she wanted the most.

While you were busy cursing at the game, Agatha took off your pants gently, kissing on the now uncovered expanse of your thighs. You muted yourself to talk to the witch.

“Agatha, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I've decided that it's enough. I wanna fuck you. Hard.”

“No Agatha. I'm busy.”

The witch raised her brows in surprise. You were denying her?

“I know my love, but don't you want this too?”

The question hung in the air for a while, until you were ready to respond to her. She was eagerly waiting for your answer. Expecting a simple yes or a nod. But you haven't done any of that. Instead you focused on your game, craving for the victory royale you were so close to.

As her question lingered, it remained unanswered. Agatha started to nudge your bare thighs, kissing every now and then to grab your attention. But it didn't work on you. Your eyes were completely fixated on the screen of your shared TV not daring to look away for even a second.

“Baby, please… I want you so bad right now. Won't you do mommy a favour?”

Your cheeks flushed pink at the honorific that came out of Agatha's mouth, but you were still unwilling to succumb to her. She tried everything she could think of, kissing your thighs, playing with your biceps and yet it failed.

Annoyed you looked at witch's desperate state

“You went without touching me for almost three weeks. I’m sure you can go a few hours longer.”

If looks could kill, then you would be a dead man. Agatha stared daggers at you, but you didn't spare her even a glance. Annoyed at your antics she decided to take matters into her own hands. With your pants already off, Agatha took pleasure in touching you through your, now soaked, underwear.

“C'mon baby I know you want it as much as I do, hmm?”

Just as she thought that her pleas went unheard, you put your headset aside and leaned down to whisper.

“You've been teasing me for too long, you gotta beg for it now sugar”

Agatha's smirk was immediately wiped off of her face. Her eyes now full of yearning.

Witch’s hands trembled beside your body. Her mind was fighting the urge to beg you to give into her needs. It was a long battle that she lost. Her voice slightly trembled when she asked you.

“Please baby, I just wanna taste you. Wanna taste your pretty cunt.”

“Agatha I'm still playing-”

She cuts you off with a kiss, not letting you finish your sentence, kissing your lips with a newfound fire. You furiously drop your headset on the table in front of you. Agatha's hands are now wandering all over your body, as if she has never touched you before. You push her away quickly, shutting your console off, your gaze now solely focused on the mess of a girlfriend you had on your knees in front of you. Feeling annoyed at her actions, you grab her chin and force her to look at you.

“I thought all of the agonising teasing was just to break me… did you snap too Agatha?”

Agatha's voice faltered, unable to produce any coherent sound. Her mind was wilding with all the possibilities this interaction unlocked. You were never dominant in bed with her. Maybe, once in a blue moon, you made some demands. But you were never acting like that. It awoke something in the witch's mind. And she needed to get more of that.

“Oh my, did the all mighty Agatha Harkness go all submissive on me? Tell me baby, does this turn you on?”

Agatha was dumbfounded, reeling in the feeling of you being so dominant with her. Every fiber of her being radiated with a sudden urge to submit to you. To beg for your touch. Yet she didn't say anything.

You let go of her face and started to slowly undress yourself. As your pants were long gone, you started to unbutton your shirt slowly. The witch was having none of it, your buttons went flying as the older woman practically tore your shirt off.

“You're so eager, Aggie. Beg for it baby, beg for what you want so bad.”

Agatha's eyes sparkled wildly as she raked her brain for any sensible response. She tried hard, yet her only response was a low whine with a few words.

“Please baby, I fucking need you.”

“You have to do better than that to make me forgive you for all the teasing.”

Her mind blanked and suddenly all she could say was please, please, please.

“Fuck baby I need you, please-”

Agatha moved closer to you, her cunt covered by her attire started to grind on your boot. She was now mindlessly searching for pleasure, yet you moved yourself away from her.

“You beg so pretty for me, I think you deserve a treat, don't you think?”

“Yes- yes baby, yes I do.”

With that you pulled her in closer, her cunt already against your foot, rutting feverishly, chasing her high. You let her enjoy the moment but then you pulled her up, sitting her on your lap.

“Will you be a good girl for your baby and do what I say?”

The witch was so lost in it that she could only nod. After getting that response from her you started to undress her. Clothes went flying all across the living room. Poor woman's panties landed on the coffee table while the rest was discarded on the floor.

“You got so worked up from teasing me that you couldn't wait. You even let me take control, that's so brave of you honey”

You helped move on your lap, grinding her hard just how she likes it. The whimpers that came out of her mouth were like honey to your ears.

“Stop fucking playing with me and fuck me already…”

Agatha was impatient now. Her clit against your thigh was nothing compared to what your fingers could do. She imagined herself bent over the couch with you slamming your digits inside her, without giving her a single break.

“I'm done playing- a-ah- the submissive o-one. Fuck mommy properly. Put your fingers i-in me-”

And who were you to deny her? You enjoyed the switch of the dynamic. Usually you were the one begging, but now, seeing Agatha on your lap, grinding sloppily, fueled something inside you. Now you were as desperate as the woman in front of you. Flipping your position, you put her underneath you, her face pressed into the beige pillows that adorned your couch.

Your hands traveled on the expanse of her bare back, making Agatha shiver against your touch. She was unusually quiet, but that was until your fingers grazed the entrance of her needy hole that was now dripping with need.

“Fuck- Put it in me- now”

You tease her cunt for a little bit, gathering her wetness, when you entered her without warning. The moan that got stuck in her throat made you painfully aware of the wetness that was slowly seeping through your underwear. Instead of putting your other hand on your girlfriend's body you slipped it inside your purple underwear.

“A-ah- sweetheart- more. I need more-”

Attacking her neck you entered another finger into her, stretching Agatha out. She was now bouncing on your hand. You left purple bruises along her neck and her back. The witch was now moaning under you, getting what she wanted. The fingers were not feeling good enough on your cunt, so you urged your girlfriend off of the couch.

“Get off right now- I need you to eat me out.”

“And I thought I was the needy one”

Quickly you shut her up with a kiss. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, swallowing eachothers moans. You broke it off and pushed Agatha down to her knees. She obeyed without protest and with a swipe of your panties to the side, she started to eat you out.

Her tongue felt hot on your cunt. Licking and reaching all the good spots. After the weeks of teasing and celibate, you already felt like cumming.

“Mommy- fuck- your mouth feels so good on me-”

“You taste so good sweetheart, I could stay between your thighs forever.”

You only nodded, pulling Agatha closer, practically suffocating her. But she didn't mind. For all she cared she could pass out and still be happy that she made you feel good.

Agatha's orgasm was long forgotten as she focused solely on you. She frantically grabbed your thighs, desperate to make you come undone on her face. The slight tremble in your legs gave away what's about to happen. You were close. Painfully so.

“Agatha please- I'm close-”

“Come on baby give it to me… Soak my face.”

And that's what you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, making you shake uncontrollably. Agatha's smirk widened between your thighs. Her hands left your body to wipe the remnants of her juices from her face.

“Fuck- Agatha..”

You throw your head back, closing your eyes for a second.

“It was supposed to be the other way around. Come here it's your turn now”

“You don't have t-”

“Oh but I do, you were so close, weren't you Aggie?”

You mumbled the words near her ear as you put her back on the couch. The older woman wanted to protest, putting her hand on your shoulders in a last attempt to change your mind. It didn't work. You swiftly put the witch's hands above her head and got to work your way down her body.

“Sorry for being so selfish earlier-”

You said between kisses that you were now leaving on her neck

“-but it was not my fault that I was so worked up.”

Agatha's arousal was ever apparent, her juices leaking onto the couch. She was squirming, itching for more. So you delivered. You moved your feverish kisses down to her breasts, paying your utmost attention to her pebbled nipples.

“A-ah- baby they are sensitive-”

Agatha whined and it only earned a feral smirk from you. Every sound she made under your ministrations spurred you on further. She looked so ethereal underneath you. Wild hair splayed on the cushions, pale skin glowing with sweat and remnants of your own orgasm. It's truly a sight to see.

You got stuck in your own head, never stopping the sucking and biting on Agatha's boobs. You snapped out of it after one particularly hard suck made your girlfriend moan loudly.

“Fucking touch me properly or I'm going to explode-”

Agatha was getting impatient. Her hips rutted upwards looking for any type of friction to get herself off, with no effect.

You didn't say anything, instead you pressed your pussy against hers. The older woman's eyes rolled back into her skull, the pleasure taking over her senses.

“Is this enough for you mommy? Or do I need to continue playing with your tits too?”

Agatha was at loss for words. Every coherent thought left her body a long time ago. Now the only thing she could focus on is how good you felt on top of her. She was never one to come quickly, but with your pussy on hers and your mouth working miracles on her chest, she was sure she wouldn't last long.

You on the other hand weren't that far from another orgasm. Even if you just came down from one, the overwhelming feeling of Agatha's body made the coil in your abdomen tighten again, threatening to snap.

“You feel so good Aggie… wanna come with you.”

“Yes- fuck yes- I wanna come with you too-”

With that you rutted your hips into her with newfound power. Your juices mixing together, the movements making squelching sounds that echoed through the room making you hungry for her release.

Agatha's thighs started to twitch, she was getting so close. And so were you, your hips stuttering, losing their rhythm as both of your orgasms approached quickly.

“Fuck- Aggie- come with me, please-”

Your girlfriend didn't respond, instead she let out a near pornographic moan as she came, pushing you over the edge. You collapsed on top of her, snuggling into her and leaving small kisses on her neck.

“Honey- Shit- that was so good. I don't think I've ever came this hard”

Agatha says, chuckling a little bit.

“If I knew that teasing you would bring results like that I would've started earlier.”

You playfully hit her on her shoulder as Agatha is laughing, her voice full of amusement. Nuzzling even closer to her, you muttered near her ear.

“Don't you EVER tease me like that ever again or I'll fuck the shit out of you befor that even happens.”

“Oh don't threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Defeated, you don't say anything else to your girlfriend. Closing your eyes, you dozed off, while Agatha mindlessly drew patterns in your lower back.

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inseobts · 24 days ago

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Can you do a gn but soft feminine reader where they get worried that Shanks and them are drifting apart (theyre married) and that Shanks now even seems like he may have started cheating, even being caught on an island in like the pleasure district or something. Super angsty the reader is suffering and stuff but im sensitive obviously so it turns out he had also felt like maybe he had been too busy and distant with stress and planning (this is close to the current canon time) to pay proper attention to reader so the "cheating" was him trying to find out a way to like get them a romantic place alone. Like the pleasure district girls were just teaching him about different gifts he could get you and the best hotels/resturants to go to for a date. He chose them just bc he could pay for their time so no bothering random people and they were knowledgable about the finer stuff in life. Pls end fluffy and they actually make up and get along and stuff and go on the date. You can add smut at the end if things get heated at the hotel but if it feels like it doesn't fit in the story youre writing you don't have to add it.

sorry if i sent this twice i have bad memory and i dont remember if i actually sent it or not so just in case im sending it again its not me rushing you or spamming

Driftwood Hearts

shanks x gn!reader

a/n: at some point I forgot I was writing it as gn!reader, I tried to fix it but I'm not sure I didn't miss any. I also forgot he has a missing arm...

words count: 3.5k

tags: mild smut, angst with comfort, misunderstandings, emotional hurt/comfort, marriage struggles, pre-egghead

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The wind brushes gently across your skin as you stand at the railing of the Red Force, eyes fixed on the endless blue. It’s quiet except for the creak of wood and distant voices of the crew laughing below deck. But you don’t feel like laughing. You haven’t in a while.

The sea always feels colder without him by your side.

You swallow hard, fingers tightening on the rail. Shanks has been gone for four days now, anchored at a nearby island for “business”, but the way he avoided your eyes before leaving haunts you more than the distance itself. He kissed your forehead and told you he loved you, but it felt… forced. Or maybe that’s just your fear talking.

No. Something’s wrong. You feel it, you know it.

You haven’t slept well in weeks. Shanks has been distant, preoccupied, caught in whispered meetings with Benn or writing something behind locked doors. He touches you less, barely looks up when you enter the room, and when you reach for him at night, he turns away, murmuring that he’s tired.

But what scares you most is what Lucky Roux let slip last night over dinner.

“Yeah, I saw the captain heading toward the pleasure district. Guess he needed to unwind, huh?”

You didn’t ask for clarification. You couldn’t. The blood had drained from your face and you had excused yourself quietly, retreating to your shared quarters, where the bed still smelled like him.

You feel sick remembering it. You’ve tried to be reasonable. He’s a Yonko. He’s busy. He’s under pressure. But you’re his wife. And yet lately, it feels like you’re just… a fixture. A memory he keeps forgetting to look at.

Footsteps approach behind you. Your heart jumps instinctively with hope, but it’s Benn.

He gives you a small nod “He’ll be back before sundown.”

You just nod, eyes still on the sea “Thanks.”

There’s a pause.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine...” you lie, your voice soft but trembling.

He doesn’t press. He just gives a long sigh and leaves you be.

Later that evening you hear his boots before you see him. The heavy, slow step of someone who’s either dreading a conversation, or trying to steel themselves for it.

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands folded tightly in your lap, trying not to shake. Your heart pounds when the door creaks open.

“Hey,” Shanks says softly. His hair’s tousled from the wind, his cape half off his shoulder, and he looks… tired. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, your stiff posture, your swollen eyes, and something flickers in his face.

“You’re back” you whisper.

He closes the door gently behind him “Yeah.”

Silence. It stretches too long.

“I heard where you were...” you say quietly, almost apologetically, as if it’s wrong to admit you know.

Shanks doesn’t answer right away. He walks a little closer, but not enough. His jaw tenses.

“Is it true?” your voice breaks just slightly “Did you really go to the pleasure district?”

He flinches “It’s not what you think.”

You shake your head, tears burning hot behind your eyes “Then what is it, Shanks? Because lately, I don’t know where you are anymore. You’re here, but you’re not. You don’t see me. You don’t touch me. You barely even talk to me unless it’s about the ship.”

He stares at you, and his expression cracks “I know.”

You blink, caught off guard.

“I know I’ve been… distant.” He drags a hand through his hair “And I hate that I made you feel alone. That’s the last thing I ever wanted.”

“Then why?” your voice trembles “Why were you there?”

He takes a breath and crosses the room in two strides, kneeling in front of you “Because I’ve been trying to plan something. For us.”

You don’t understand “What?”

He smiles, but it’s bitter with guilt “I didn’t want to bother random people asking where to take my wife on the perfect date, so I paid women who know the best spots. Gifts. Food. Hotels. I asked them what someone like you would love. That’s all it was.”

You’re frozen. Your mouth parts, but no sound comes out.

He takes your hand gently “I was afraid I’d been too absent. That I hadn’t made you feel loved. And I thought… if I could find the right place, something just for us, maybe I could show you how much I still adore you. But I screwed it all up by not telling you.”

Your vision blurs “You weren’t cheating…?”

He looks devastated “No. God, no. Never. I love you. I love you more than anything. I’ve just been so stressed about everything. Egghead, the tension between the Emperors, the Marines breathing down our necks… I didn’t mean to push you away.”

Your body trembles, and finally you let go. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck, and cry.

“I thought I was losing you...” you whisper, voice shattered.

He holds you so tight it almost hurts “You’ll never lose me. Never.”

The cabin is dark even though the sun has long since risen.

You haven’t moved from the bed.

Shanks had fallen asleep holding you last night, warm and solid, whispering apologies and promises, but the ache in your chest didn’t fade. If anything, it’s worse now.

Because you want to believe him. You need to.

But some part of you still hurts too deeply to reach for his words. That soft little voice in your head won’t stop whispering:

If he really loved you, why did it get this far? Why didn’t he notice sooner?

He’s gone again this morning.

You heard him slip out quietly hours ago. No kiss. No note. Just a hush and the sound of boots.

You stare at the door.

Was last night just guilt?

You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curling up in the center of the bed that now feels too big, too empty. You’re sick of crying, but the tears still come out. Quiet, desperate sobs that shake your shoulders as you muffle them into the pillow.

Why does love feel so much like breaking?

Flashback – A Week Ago “Do you need anything?” you asked him quietly, standing in the doorway of his study. He didn’t even look up “No.” You tried again “Even just… a few minutes? I miss you.” “I said I’m busy.” He hadn’t meant it harshly, you tell yourself. But the words had still hit like a slap. You remember standing there, fingers tightening around the edge of the doorframe, waiting for him to glance your way. He never did.

Present

You’re still trembling when you hear the door creak open again. Heavy footsteps. A pause.

Shanks.

But you don’t move.

He calls your name once, quiet. Then again, more hesitant “Baby?”

You don’t answer. You just lay there, eyes shut.

He walks closer, then sits on the edge of the bed “I went to confirm the reservation,” he says carefully “For the place I told you about.”

Silence.

He swallows “I want to take you somewhere beautiful. Just us. No crew. No stress. I wanted it to be a surprise…”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Your voice is raw.

He flinches at the sound of it.

“I didn’t know how to fix it,” he admits “I thought if I just did something big enough, maybe I could make it up to you. Instead of facing how much I’d already let slip away.”

Your breath catches.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees “I keep thinking about how I’ve failed you. You married me, and I still made you feel like you were second to everything else in my life. That’s on me.”

You finally turn your head toward him “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

The words land heavy. His shoulders tense.

“You’re everything I want,” he says hoarsely “I just forgot how to show it. And I was so damn afraid that if I turned around, you’d be gone.”

You sit up slowly, blanket still clutched to your chest “I wanted to leave. I started packing, twice. I kept wondering if I stayed, would it hurt worse than walking away.”

His eyes go glassy “You were gonna leave me?”

You nod, and it breaks him.

He falls to his knees beside the bed, burying his face in your lap “I deserve that. I deserve every second because of the way I made you feel.”

You stroke his hair, hands trembling “You don’t. But I was scared. You’re always looking out for the world, Shanks… and sometimes I wonder if you forget how small I am compared to it.”

He lifts his head, and the pain in his eyes is unbearable “You are my world.”

Then he reaches into his coat pocket.

A small, folded cloth. Inside some delicate jewelry, hand-crafted glass roses, a map with hand-drawn notes on the margins: circles around restaurants, sketches of views he wanted to show you.

“I went to the pleasure district because they know things, like what to buy, what’s romantic. I didn’t want to half-ass this. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Tears spill over your cheeks “You idiot.”

He chuckles weakly “That’s fair.”

“I don’t care about perfect.” You lean in, voice cracking “I just want you. Not a version of you that shows up with flowers once it’s already broken. I want you beside me when things start to crack.”

Shanks nods slowly “Then I’m here. From now on, I’m here.”

You’re both crying now. But this time it feels… healing.

When you lean in to kiss him, it’s slow. Deep. Raw. A kiss that tastes like sorrow and survival.

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Let me take you on this date.” he whispers “Let me try. Just one night, to remind you of us.”

You nod.

And in that quiet, your heart finally begins to piece itself back together.

The island air is warm as Shanks leads you up the winding path through the trees, fingers laced tightly with yours.

He doesn’t speak much, just gives your hand little squeezes now and then, like he’s afraid you’ll let go. You don’t.

You pass through ivy-covered archways and stone steps lit with lanterns, until you reach a quiet hilltop villa overlooking the sea.

It’s stunning.

Soft white fabric flows like waves around the open balcony. Candlelight flickers in tall glass lanterns, dancing over a table set for two. In the distance, waves crash softly against the rocks. But it’s the little details that stop your breath.

Your favorite flowers. A wine you once mentioned in passing, chilled and waiting. A pair of sandals that match the ones you lost on Dressrosa, placed by the door like a quiet apology.

“You remembered all this?” you ask softly.

“I never forgot.” Shanks murmurs “I was just too buried in my own head to show it.”

Your heart aches. But not the way it did before. This ache feels more like thawing.

You step inside the villa together. It’s private. Warm. Gentle lighting, music playing faintly in the background, a violin, lilting and slow.

Dinner is quiet at first.

You sip, you eat, you share pieces of food with soft smiles and hesitant fingers brushing. The air between you feels careful, like the two of you are still remembering how to breathe in each other’s rhythm.

And then, somewhere between the last bite and the second glass of wine, Shanks leans back and really looks at you.

“You wore that expression the first time we met” he says quietly, a ghost of a smile on his lips “Half curious, half like you already knew I’d ruin your life.”

You raise an eyebrow “You did ruin my life.”

“And you still said ‘I do.’”

You reach across the table and take his hand “Because even when you drive me insane, I know who you are underneath it. You’re not just a captain. Not just a Yonko. You’re the man who sits beside me when I cry and still calls me beautiful.”

He looks down, jaw tight “You scared me.”

You blink “I scared you?”

“You were slipping away, and I knew it, and I didn’t know how to stop it.” His voice is strained “I thought if I just held everything else together, the crew, the politics, the alliances, then we could get through it. But all I did was push you further.”

You let silence sit for a moment.

“Next time, just hold me.”

He nods, eyes glassy “Yeah. I will. I swear to you.”

Later, in the Villa bedroom the air gets softer. The light low, the sheets freshly turned, the balcony doors open to let the ocean whisper inside.

You both stand in the doorway for a moment, unmoving.

Then Shanks steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder “You still feel far away.”

“I don’t mean to” you whisper.

“I know.” He kisses your neck slowly “Can I get closer?”

You nod, turning in his arms.

The kiss you share this time is deep but it’s not rushed. Not lust-driven or demanding. It’s reverent.

His hands slide to your hips, careful, asking. And you melt into him, fingers curled in his hair.

Clothes fall away slowly. Like they’re being forgiven piece by piece.

Every inch he touches is a wordless apology. Every kiss is a promise to never let things get this broken again.

He looks so open, so bare... eyes soft, lips parted like he’s still trying to breathe you in.

Your hand finds his cheek “You look at me like that, and I’ll never be able to stay mad at you.”

“I’m counting on it” he says with a quiet smile.

The kiss you share is slow, lazy, lingering like you’ve both been starving for each other. And you have.

You sigh against his mouth as his fingers slide down your back, over your waist, to your hip. The weight of his touch is steady, but unhurried.

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly, breath brushing over your jaw.

You nod, already melting beneath him “Please.”

He shifts over you, body flush against yours. The feeling of his skin against your own is overwhelming, warm, grounding, real. Every inch of contact feels like a reassurance.

His mouth traces your collarbone, then lower, pressing gentle kisses over the parts of you he missed, like he’s trying to memorize you again.

His hand finds your thigh, sliding up slowly.

You gasp when his fingers brush where you need him most, already wet, already aching. He groans quietly against your neck.

“You’re already soaked.”

“It’s you,” you breathe “It’s always you.”

He sinks two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling them just right. You arch, hand fisting in the sheets as your body trembles under his touch.

“You feel so good like this” he murmurs, kissing your jaw.

When he finally moves over you, positioning himself between your legs, he doesn’t rush it. He just looks down at you, brows knit in something close to awe.

“I don’t deserve you” he whispers.

“Then earn me...” you whisper back.

And he does.

He pushes inside you slowly, forehead pressed to yours.

It’s lovemaking, real and deep and raw. His hands caressing your face, your thighs, your heart.

You whisper his name. Over and over. And he answers with soft gasps, broken praise, shaky murmurs of “I love you” between kisses.

When you come, it’s with your forehead pressed to his, tears in your eyes and nails digging into his back. And he follows just seconds later, trembling above you, holding you like he never wants to let go.

You end up wrapped in the sheets, tangled in limbs and whispered vows and bare skin warmed by candlelight. It’s not even about sex, though the want is there, steady and sweet, but it’s more about feeling. Rebuilding.

Later, lying against his chest, you trace slow shapes on his skin.

“I don’t need fancy” you murmur “I just need this.”

His voice is low against your hair “Then this is yours. Always.”

The villa is bathed in warm dawn light.

The ocean hums beyond the balcony, and the silk sheets are tangled around your legs. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you remember every second of last night, every whispered apology, every kiss, every way Shanks clung to you like he thought you’d vanish if he let go.

You shift slightly in the bed, and Shanks stirs behind you, breath brushing against your neck.

“Mornin’ beautiful” he murmurs, voice still low and rough with sleep.

You hum softly, stretching “I didn’t dream that, did I?”

His arm slips around your waist, pulling you closer “No, sweetheart. You’re right here.”

Shanks brushes a thumb along your cheek, your lips, your throat “You’re everything to me,” he says “You know that, right?”

“I do now.”

You kiss his knuckles and tuck yourself against his chest, warm and sore and whole again.

And this time, when you fall asleep, it’s without fear.

The villa is quiet again, but this time it’s not tense, but just slow and peaceful.

You stretch out on the linen sheets, the morning sun warming your skin. The space beside you is empty, but you can hear him in the next room, moving around, humming softly under his breath.

You smile before you even open your eyes.

A moment later, the door creaks open, and Shanks walks in shirtless, hair damp, a plate in one hand and two mugs in the other.

“Look at that,” you tease sleepily “You can be domestic.”

He grins “Only for you.”

He sets the tray on the bedside table and slides in beside you again. You sit up, and he hands you your favorite blend of tea without needing to ask. The mug is warm in your hands. His shoulder brushes yours, bare and solid.

You take a sip “This is nice.”

“It’s more than nice” he says, voice soft “It’s… right.”

You glance sideways. He’s looking at you like you’re made of glass, but not fragile. Precious.

“You okay?” you ask.

“I am now,” he says, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear “I don’t want to go back.”

You smile faintly “You mean the ship? Or reality?”

“Both.”

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder “We can’t stay here forever.”

“I know. But I wanted one more quiet morning before I go back to being Captain Red-Haired Shanks, Yonko of the New World.”

You chuckle “You forgot ‘disaster of a husband’ in there.”

He nudges you with a groan “Ouch. Low blow.”

You finish your tea in companionable silence, then finally, reluctantly, start to move.

As you dress, he watches you from the bed, chin in his hand, that lazy grin creeping back onto his face “I’m going to be annoying about you for the next month, you know.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Mm. I’m gonna brag. To Benn. To Lucky. Hell, to Mihawk if he shows up. Gonna say, ‘See? That’s mine. I have someone who still loves me, even though I nearly fumbled it all.’”

You laugh, cheeks warm “They all already know that.”

He walks over, presses a kiss to your forehead “Yeah, but now I remember it again.”

Later on, the moment your boots hit the deck, you’re surrounded by the familiar sounds of the ship, the crew shouting to each other, seagulls overhead, the gentle groan of wood beneath your feet.

Benn is the first to approach, his expression unreadable “Welcome back, Captain. Y/N.”

You nod, trying not to shrink under his gaze. You’re not sure how much the crew knew… how much they saw before you left.

But Benn simply gives a short nod “Glad to see you two walking side by side again.”

Shanks smiles, hand settling warmly on your back “We’re more than side by side.”

Lucky Roux whistles from the helm “Damn right you are! Took you long enough, Captain!”

“You all knew?” you ask, half-embarrassed.

Yasopp grins from across the deck “We knew something was off. Man’s been moping like a kicked puppy for weeks.”

Shanks mutters, “I have not!”

“You were so depressing we started a betting pool” Bonk Punch adds.

Your eyes widen “A what?!”

“It ended yesterday,” Benn says, deadpan “Roux won. He bet you’d be back today.”

You cover your face with both hands while Shanks laughs, his arm tightening around your waist “God, I missed this dumb crew.”

“They missed you...” you say, a little quieter.

He leans down, presses his lips to your ear “I missed us.”

You look up at him, sunlight catching in the red of his hair, that boyish grin soft around the edges now, and suddenly you’re not afraid anymore.

Not of drifting. Not of breaking.

Because you both remembered how to reach for each other again.

That night, you’re wrapped in his arms in your shared quarters. The door is locked. The ship rocks gently beneath you. His fingers trace slow patterns on your back.

“I want more days like this,” he whispers “Not just now. Always.”

“You’ll have them,” you murmur “Just don’t shut me out when it gets hard again.”

“I won’t,” he promises “You’re my anchor. I only drifted because I forgot where shore was.”

You smile into his chest, heart calm for the first time in what feels like forever.

“I’m right here.”

And you are.

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pazzispizookies · 12 days ago

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Hey pookies!! I really can’t believe that you guys are so into this series!!Soo… Don’t kill me. Angst needs to happen sometimes, the story couldn’t be all fluff 🫣. I’m so sorry pookies. Be kind ik this isn’t the best🫣🫣

Live reactions are desperately needed!! Love you!!

Pairing: Hopkins transfer Azzi x Hopkins Paige

“Paige, what the hell was that?” Azzi shouted as soon as they were out of her house, her words slurring together.

Paige didn’t look back, just leading her to her car a few more feet away.

Once Paige had them next to her car, she finally turned around to face Azzi.

“Az..I just, I couldn’t see you kiss her like that.” Paige admitted, now a little insecure.

What she did was irrational. It’s sure to be the talk for a few weeks, and Ash would surely say whatever she felt like.

But the way Azzis looking at her, it’s something that makes her heart sting.

The soft lighting coming from the near by streetlight casting over her in the dim warm night.

She’s gorgeous.

“You couldn’t let me?” Azzi huffed out, crossing her arms.

Paige looked down for a second, the feeling of Azzi being mad at her is one that she never wants to feel again.

“Paige. Look at me.” Azzi commanded, watching Paige look at the ground.

she lifted her head up slowly meeting her gaze.

It was full of anger a second ago, but now it’s clouded with confusion, and hurt. The sight makes the blonde swallow.

“What the hell did you care? Why did you get to act all jealous after you were the one fucking flirting with another girl!” Azzi shouted, her words laced with hurt.

Paige took a step forward, “Azzi, I wasn’t-I just”

“You just what? Got bored?” Azzi cut in, tears swelling in her eyes.

Paige wanted to wipe away her pretty tears, knowing she was the one to cause them to spill.

“Az…that’s not fair.” Paige said, her words small.

Azzi scoffed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “I’m an idiot. Really it’s not your fault. I was just stupid to see that clearly you dont give a fuck about me.”

“Are you kidding me Azzi?” Paige shouted.

There were a lot of things Azzi could say, but lying like that wasn’t one.

Paige cared for her more than anyone she’s ever met.

Paige fucking loved her.

“Azzi! You can’t be serious. I trusted you with everything, of course I fucking care about you, hell—I’m pretty sure i’d do anything for you.” Paige yelled, her words coming out broken now.

“yeah well, then why the fuck were you with another girl Paige.” Azzi asked, her words smaller now, hurt showing.

“I only did that because I saw you talking to some guy- and I thought, I just thought-maybe I was wrong.” Paige answered.

“what guy? Christain? Paige.” She let out a huff at the memory, “Paige. That’s an old friend, he’s like practically married, I was only at this fucking party for you. I was looking for you when I ran into him.”

Paige felt gut creep into her at Azzis words.

She was wrong.

She messed everything up.

“i didn’t- I didnt know that.” Paige mumbled out.

Azzi studied her, the way she made herself little, the way she was avoiding eye contact.

“of course you didn’t, you didn’t ask. Instead you went to another girl.” Azzi added,

Paige looked up to meet her, hesitant for a second.

But fuck it.

“Azzi, I was only paying that girl half a fuck of attention because it hurt me so bad that I couldn’t be mad that you were talking to that guy. Because you aren’t mine.”

Azzi’s breath caught, the lump in her throat becoming more apparent. “What?” She breathed out.

Paige shrugged and adverted eye contact back to the ground.

“No Paige, I need you to tell me what you mean.” Azzi said, making sure the girl heard each and every word.

“Azzi, I mean that since the first time we hung out- no not even. Since the first time I fucking talked to you, I wanted you to be in my live forever. I want you. Ive wanted you since I fucking met you. And I’m stupid to think someone like you could feel the same way about me. I mean just look at you…your..perfect.”

Azzi’s stoamch flipped at her words.

She liked her too.

she felt the same way.

They were both to stupid hurting each other to see it.

She pushed up, closing the gap between her and Paige,

“I’m gonna kiss you now, Okay?”

Paige looked up at her, inches away, back pressed against her car, she barely nodded before Azzi closed the last few inches between them.

It started slow, the kiss full of questions.

But when Paige sighed into it, everything became clear.

all the hurt, the confusion, seemed to melt in the moment.

Azzi tilted her head to deepen the kiss, to which Paiges hand found their place on her waist, pulling her ever closer.

Paige cupped Azzis face in her free hand, her thumb brushing against her damp cheek, wiping the remnants of their fight.

Their breaths mingled, warm and shaky, as they pressed closers into each other.

It was a collision of emotions-fierce and gentle all at once.

Azzi let herself wrap her arms around Paige’s neck, pulling her in, never wanting her to go—losing herself in Paige.

The kiss was electric, igniting a spark the had been buried beneath their anger. It was a promise, a release, a a new beginning.

as they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, the silence spoke volumes.

They both knew the kiss had changed everything.

“Az..” Page whispered soft and breathy.

Azzi felt the warmth of the word between them,

“Let’s go home, Okay?” She asked Paige.

Paige nodded, but she didn’t move, not wanting any space between them ever again.

Azzi pushed off of her, moving to the passenger side seat.

Paige stood against the door for a second, the emotions she had all conflicting each other.

She breathed out, making sure she was sober enough to drive.

She was, everything seeming more clear then ever in that moment.

Azzi sat in the passenger seat, one leg tucked to her chest. Her head was pounding, but her heart was racing even more.

Paige looked over at her starting the car, “By the way, I can take you straight home. But I am home alone tonight if you wanna crash,”

Azzi looked over at Paige, her tousled hair, her cheeks and eyes a little red, concern in her sight clear, “I’d rather stay with you,” she said barley above a whisper,

Paige smiled, then nodded, “Okay,” She said starting the car,

***

The buzz of the car was like a lullaby to Azzi, mixed with her overconsumption with alcohol that night, she drifted off shortly.

Paige glanced over once she heard her breathing even out.

Azzi was knocked out cold,

Paige was left alone with her thoughts.

The night had been a lot to process, anger, hurt, and something else between them.

They’d kissed, not a peck. But they’d kiss with more passion then Paige had ever kissed anyone before.

It ment something, it ment that they were crossing the line of friendship, and there was no taking it back.

But it also meant something terrifying, Paige was letting herself be vulnerable, letting Azzi into a part of her no ones touched.

But it was Azzi,

The girl whos seen through her since day one.

So maybe this wasn’t the worst thing they had done, it might have just been the best.

***

“Az? We’re here.” Paige said, opening the passenger door.

She had parked the car as close to her house as she could so Azzi wouldn’t have to walk far.

She stirred awake, “5 more mintues…”

Paige couldn’t help but smile at the girl, “cmon,”

She tugged on Azzis arm, leading her out of the car,

Azzi stumbled all the way up the stairs to Paiges room, barely noticing where she was.

“Just…Lay down for now, we can talk later, okay?” Paige mumbled, guiding Azzi down on her bed.

Azzi barely open her eyes, but her grip on Paiges hand was strong.

“Can you stay?” Azzi whispered,

Paiges heart felt like it couldn’t take anymore, “Of course, Pretty girl”

Azzi smiled lightly, tiredness taking over her,

Paige kicked off her shoes and tugged her blanket over both of them,

Not sure of how comfortable Azzi would be laying next to her, she stilled a little in bed,

But Azzi wasn’t anywhere near uncomfortable, moving her head immediately on Paige’s chest, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Your hearts beating fast,” Azzi mumbled into her,

Paige looked down at her head, laughing softly, “yea. It is.”

Azzi sighed, closing her eyes, difriting off quickly, moving impossibly closer to Paige.

Page felt at peace.

She wasn’t sure what was going to happen in the morning, if Azzi was gonna regret it.

But for now, the girl laying on her was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Paige found her phone, on the nightstand, turning off the lamp next to her.

She unlocked her phone and sent a text to Caroline,

Paige: hey.

Caroline: funny hearing from you, whats up?

Paige: …umm, Azzis with me tonight, just letting you know

Caroline: I figured, but Paige?

Paige: Yeah??

Caroline: She was hurt, I’d not really know whats going on between you too, but be careful. Don’t hurt her.

Paige: Yeah, I know. I’ll do my best. I promise.

Caroline: Okay, and just a warning, your little scene is causing a few people to talk.

Paige: Figured that’d happen, I dont know how Azzi will feel in the morning, just try to shut down rumors as much as you can, just say we got into a fight or something?

Caroline: l’ll do the best I can, goodnight Paige.

Paige: Night

She locked her phone, putting it down and starring back up at the ceiling.

She felt Azzis breath on her bare torso, the warmth buzzing through her.

Her eyelids became heavy, the alcohol finally taking over.

With that, she closed her eyes.

***

Azzi woke up in a panic,

Last night…..

She kissed Paige.

And Ash.

and Paige took her home…to her house.

Now she was asleep next to her.

Azzi looked over at the blonde hair, she always looked so soft in the mornings, so pure.

But she had to get out. She couldn’t deal with this. Not now.

She scrambled for her phone, the pounding headache making it hard,

But once she found it, opened it and hit call, .

Looking over at Paige again, knocked out cold.

The panic hit worse.

Paige probably just felt bad for her, Right?

She was so experienced with girls,

why would she want Azzi?

Caroline picked up , “Hey…? What’s up.”

“Car, I need you to come pick me up now,” Azzi said in a shaky voice.

“W-what? Why? Did something happen?” Caroline asked, now jolted out of her peace the morning brought.

“I’ll explain everything, just come?” Azzi asked again.

“I’ll be there in 5.” Caroline replied, already standing up.

Azzi ended the call.

She didn’t think this through,

She let herself go to far.

Kissing Paige?

How stupid could that be.

Paige wouldn’t want her like that.

Paige couldn’t.

Because Paige deserved someone who was comfortable with being in love with a girl.

She didnt deserve this. The mess Azzi was.

The kiss seemed to linger on her mouth, the same way she could felt the ghost of Paiges touch on her waist,

Get the places where she put her capable hands,

It was too much.

It was too real.

***

Caroline got there as fast as she could, sending a text to Azzi.

Azzi looked over one last time at Paige,

She couldn’t look at the sight, it made her heart ache.

But Azzi couldn’t let her hurt the blonde, she didn’t deserve that.

It was all too much to process.

She practically flew out to Carolines car, getting in the passenger seat immediately with shaky hands.

Caroline looked over at Azzi, the pure emotion in her eyes.

Without saying anything she took off towards her house,

“Do you wanna talk about it..?” Caroline asked hesitantly, eyes on the road.

Azzi couldn’t hold it in anymore, the tears came out.

Pouring out.

She was mad, frustraction, hurt but healed.

Everything all at once, pouring out of her,

“Oh Az..” Caroline whispered, pulling the car over.

She parked the car on the side of a quiet road,

“Azzi? You need to talk to me.” Caroline said, voice barely audible.

Azzi sat curled up in the seat, her knees brought to her chest as if to protect herself.

She couldn’t talk, didn’t even know what to talk about.

“It’s just..it’s all too much car.” Azzi breathed out, hands shaking slightly, the same hands she wrapped around Paige last night,

Caroline brushed a strand of her out of her slightly damp face, “What’s too much Azzi? I need you to start being honest with me.”

Azzi finally opened her red glossy eyes to look at her, “ I feel….I-I don’t know. I’m so scared.”

Caroline met her eyes, “What are you scared of?” She whispered out, keeping a grounding hand on Azzis arm,

“Paige. She makes me feel…to much.” Azzi said, her breathing evening out slightly.

Caroline’s breath caught slightly, she knew something was going on between them. But hearing Azzi say it aloud made it real.

“To much?” Caroline responded, making the girl continue.

“She-I just feel this way, I fell for her, as stupid as that is. And seeing her last night with another girl-it hurt me. And we aren’t even dating- if she already has that much power over my emotions already when we’re not even..together. Then I cant-I can’t even think about being more with her. It’s too risky.”

Caroline took a second to process what Azzi had said. “Az..it sounds like you feel a lot more for her then a little crush.” She brushed another strand of hair off Azzis face, “you need to understand you both hurt each other last night, she got hurt too. I know it’s scary, but if you feel this strongly over her already…then maybe it’s worth risking your emotions for.”

Azzi looked into her eyes, the words were true. Caroline was right. But that didnt stop the fear in her heart. She couldn’t let herself get hurt. She liked to control things, and Paige was an uncontrolled force.

****

Paige woke up up groggily.

The taste alcohol and the past night heavy on her mouth,

Azzi.

her eyes burst open.

She wasn’t there.

***

Azzi sat in her bed with a tub of ice cream and a notepad, along with a pen.

Caroline offered to come spend the day with her, but Azzi need to think alone.

She took a bite of her ice cream, appreciating the quiet of her room.

The wrote on the paper.

Pros. Cons.

It was silly, but a list has always helped her get thoughts organized when she couldn’t on her own.

Pro 1. Paige made her feel

Con 1. Paige made her feel.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Hey Paige..” Caroline replied, answering Paige phone call.

“Where- where did she go?” Paige replied, frantic.

“Back home, she needs…some time.”

Paige ran a hand over her face, wishing she could just talk to Azzi. “Fuck. I just, I need to talk to her.”

Caroline sighed. “Paige. she’s not ready, it’s too much for her right now. She scared.”

“Scared? Scared of me?” Paige laughed out, but it was humorless. The thought of Azzi being scared of her was the most painful thought she’d ever have.

“Scared of what you do to her.” Caroline replied.

Paige swallowed, Azzi was scared of her feelings. She knew she wasnt fully comfortable with her sexuality, but she thought they felt the same. After that kiss, there was no way she didn’t.

“She’s being stupid.” Paige returned, hurt clear in her voice. She was lashing out.

“Stop before you say something you regret Paige. I’ll see you tonight at practice.” caroline said ending the call.

The silence rung out through her room,

she still had to see Azzi today.

She needed to get her shit together before that.

Paige stood up, seeing the bed half made were Azzi was resting just an hour earlier.

She could still smell her soft vanilla and lavender perfume on the sheets, the smell haunting her memories filled with last night.

The way Azzi stepped foward to kiss her, then pulled back this morning.

It was confusing, but one thing was clear.

Paige needed her stable in her life, she couldn’t stand this. Knowing Azzi was upset with her. It was something she couldn’t handle.

She needed Azzi.

Which was scary, but the thought of not having her was even worse.

She moved lazily towards the bathroom, turning on the shower. Hoping to wash away the emotions seeping off of her.

She stripped her outfit from the party, undoing her hair that was half tied up, the same hair that Azzi ran her hands through.

She felt her eyes sting, biting back tears.

Stepping into the shower, the warm water hitting her skin.

She stood there.

Just…thinking.

Azzi needed something stable, She needed Paige to be stable.

So if that’s what Paige had to be. She was going to.

During one of their many heart to hearts during the past week, azzi had been honest with her, saying she ran when she was scared, often ending up hurting people with it.

Paige was hurt, but Azzi couldn’t run from her.

***

Ater two hours her list was done.

The pros outweighing the cons.

She took the paper and crumpled it up.

Throwing it across the the room.

She was wrong, she had ran like a little kid scared of themself.

It was wrong of her.

She knew that.

But fuck. Paige was different.

The way she looked in her eyes like she knew everything Azzi was thinking.

The way she touched her gently, but the weight of her hand still strong.

The way she fought for everything, the way she kissed her back last night.

The way she ripped her away from Ash.

It was everything.

Paige was everything.

With that came the cons,

Paige had the power to hurt her.

she could leave Azzi at anytime, and she didn’t know if she could handle that.

Not having Paige in her life would mean that Paige couldn’t leave her life.

She had to see her today.

She had to see the blonde hair her hands were running through last night,

The soft pink lips she kissed last night.

She had to see the eyes that could see through her.

But then another thought came.

What if Paige didn’t care she left that morning?

What if she didn’t want her as much as she said last night?

She was drunk.

Only time would tell.

***

It was 6 pm.

Paige sat in her car.

Practice started in 20 minutes. Or at least was going to, Coach canceled due to the boys breaking one of the hoops.

She got there early. actually finding the queit of her car calming.

she was going to talk to Azzi still.

She had it all planned out.

****

Azzi sat in her bed,

She had gathered herself enough.

She needed to talk to Paige.

She had it all planned out.

***

Paige was going to talk to her, going to explain everything. Lay out everything so Azzi could see that she wasn’t unreliable.

She was ready to come at every question she could ask, ready to fight for her.

She opened up her phone just out of habit, clicking on instagram.

Then she saw it.

Front and center, 30k likes, posted by @Basketballdrama

“Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd caught kissing after party?!?” The picture read,

A blurry photo of Azzi and Paige pressed up against her car.

Kissing.

Page starred at her phone in disbelief, her heart racing as she scrolled through her feed.

There it was-a photo of her kissing Azzi,

Her mind racked with questions. How did this happen? Who took the picture? The realization that this photo, was really out there, hit her like bricks.

She felt panic wash over her. This wasn’t just a hidden prombelm for her and Azzi, now it was out for everyone to see.

Azzi.

Azzi would see this.

How would she react?

Paiges stoamch churned at the thought.

As she tried to process everything, her thoughts spiraled.

She knew she had to talk to Azzi , but how could she explain this?

would Azzi understand that this wasn’t something she’d every think of happening. Paige felt lost, caught between losing Azzi and the chaos of the internet’s reaction.

All she wanted to do as protect Azzi , but now it felt like everything was slipping through her fingers.

Azzis heart dropped as she opened instagram, her eyes widening in horror at the photo that filled the screen.

There it was-her kissing Paige.

Panic surged though her veins, and she felt like her whole world was curling in on her.

This was the last thing she wanted out in the open.

her mind raced with thoughts of what people would say.

people would talk surely, try to get every bit of drama out.

What if her family saw it? The idea of being outed to everyone made her feel sick.

She was struggling to breathe, the function feeling harder to do every second.

Starring at the photo on the screen, her eyes burning.

This felt like a nightmare come to life.

She squeezed her phone tightly, now standing up to pace her room.

She cursed to herself, the thoughts louder and louder in her brain.

People knew she was gay, people knew kissed Paige.

She knew they would talk, drag her name.

She knew people would makeup lies, she knew it would be worse with them being on the same team.

Their coaches would know, teammates would know. Everyone in the fucking school would know.

She should have never kissed her.

She should have never fallen for her.

Should have stayed focused on things more important.

Not a stupid girl.

because that’s all Paige has ever been.

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moody-alcoholic · 14 days ago

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hi moody i know you dont take requests... i have so many ideas but since im not a writer they get forgotten..i just wanna tell you this idea so maybe you can use it somehow in future as a one shot or a mini fic or dont use it at all its all up to you of course

it could be poly 141tf or ghoap or any pair

reader is a member of the 141 ... recently she Found out she is pregnant but knowing the risks that comes with the job and how the boys aren't maybe ready to have kids she's afraid to tell them.. eventually she tries to tell them multiple times but always something comes up like an urgent situation and they tell her we can talk after or something like that..and they go on a mission wich the reader gets kidnapped in...so one day when they visit her room they find a pregnancy ultrasound👀so how would they react and how are they gonna save her knowing they can lose both her and their baby? and knowing they could have prevented this by letting her talk the last time 👀

I'm chewing on the bars of my enclosure rn..

The angst the beautiful, sexy angst. You caught me at the perfect time, I've just been stuck in a 2 week rut and I need to write anything other then my main projects.

So here is a thing, I can't help myself it had to be poly 141 and there is probably going to be a second part....

CW: kidnapping, pregnancy.

___

The house is quiet.

Price knew something was wrong the second he put the key in the door. Ghost knew as soon as he pulled up into the drive. Johnny and Gaz seemed to be too invested in the footy they started watching half way home to really pay attention.

When the door to the house is opened and you’re not there to greet them, that's when their attention changes from the premier league. Ghost comes up to stand next to Price who looks at him quickly before taking a tentative step inside calling out for you.

Gaz’s phone is in his pocket as they all look into the dark house. Maybe you’re asleep, it’s happened before; they’ve come home to a cold dark house and found you asleep in bed with your headphones in. Ghost walks in next, his hand brushes over his holster - it’s empty.

You don’t like guns in the house, not that they don’t have weapons stashed in strategic places for instances just like this one.

“Shit.” Price says as he turns the light on in the kitchen. Everyone moves up to see, the place is a mess. Food is left out on the counter, vegetables half chopped. The back door is broken, the bottom half swinging open in the wind.

“Shite.” Johnny says from the back. Price bends down and picks something up when he stands back up he places it on the kitchen island. It makes Ghost’s stomach sink, there's blood on the knife. Ghost watches as John clenches his jaw before looking up at them all.

“Search the place.” He says keeping his voice firm and level. No one needs to be told twice, everyone turns back into the entrance hall. Johnny’s already on his knees opening the ‘broken’ chest in the hall. The one they always say they’ll fix one day so you can store the winter clothes in it.

Johnny reaches in and pulls out a weapon and a mag, handing it to Gaz who turns handing it to Ghost. He loads the pistol pulling the barrel back and walks into the kitchen to hand it to Price who’s shouting orders at someone down the phone. Probably Laswell, he nods at Ghost who leaves it on the kitchen island.

He looks down at the knife, he hopes that's not your blood, by the state of the kitchen you had just started preparing to cook which means it’s been a few hours, 2 or 3 at least.

“Ghost!” He spins hearing Johnny call him. They both have weapons in their hands Johnny is holding one out for him. He nods at them but lets Soap take the lead, he is the best of them.

It’s methodical, clean. They move in silence only communicating when they need to. It feels strange doing this in their own house, their home. Ghost holds his breath as each door of the second floor is slowly pushed open and Soap and Gaz step in to clear it.

Everytime he hopes they call out that they’ve found you. He hopes that they’re just overreacting and you’re asleep, safe. When they make it to the last door Ghost’s hope fades.

Now they know the house is clear they need to look for anything that can help them find out who has you and where you are. Ghost orders them to search a room each, he turns into your room. The place is a mess, books pulled off the shelves, drawers opened and papers thrown around.

It makes his stomach sink, they were obviously looking for something so he sticks his head into Price’s office. That place is a mess too, they wouldn’t have found anything though, not with the military grade security measures he has in place.

He goes back into your room holstering his weapon and looking around at the places they missed. They even pulled the clothes out of your wardrobe, he can’t see any blood though, that has to be a good sign at least.

The only place they seemed to have missed is your bedside table. He bends down to open it, when he does his heart stops. For a split second he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. He lets out an audible gasp before reaching into take out the black and white ultrasound image.

Maybe it’s your friend? You said there was a pregnant girl at your work. He sees your name on the top of the picture though, it’s dated from today too. He looks back in the drawer seeing two - three positive pregnancy tests.

He looks back at the scan, he has no idea what way is up or what he’s really looking at. He turns it over in his hand and sees written in pen; 6 weeks. He almost laughs, his head starts to swim. You’re pregnant, you didn’t tell them, he looks back at the black and white scan. Maybe you didn’t know it is dated from today.

“LT?” Johnny’s voice snaps him out of his head and he turns to look at him. Johnny’s good at knowing what Simon is thinking under the Ghost mask. A worried look falls over his face and he steps into the room. Ghost's not sure what to say. He's just holding the photo as Johnny frowns, taking it out his hand.

Johnny looks at it for a few seconds. It feels like hours. “Holy shit!” Johnny looks up beaming at Ghost.

“Gaz!” He calls, a second later Gaz appears in the doorway. Johnny rushes over to him, Ghost watches as he slaps Gaz on the shoulder showing him the picture.

“Holy shit.” Gaz says smiling while looking up at Johnny. They throw their arms around each other, suddenly Ghost realises he hasn’t moved and swallows the lump rising in his throat. When they break from the hug Gaz and Johnny turn to look at him.

“Crap, we have to tell John.” Johnny says.

“Never mind John, what about him?” Gaz says nodding towards him. Ghost closes his mouth, he didn’t realise it was open.

“Fuck, I think he’s in shock.” Johnny says smiling as he walks over.

“Is that even possible?” Gaz scoffs. Johnny’s hand lands on his shoulder, he squeezes looking directly in his eyes.

“You’re going to be a dad.” Johnny says smiling. “We’re all going to be dads.” He says looking around the room the picture of the scan still in his hands.

“Never mind that. We’ve got more important things to worry about Johnny.” Ghost says, trying to keep his voice level. He can’t freak out now. You’re missing, they need to find you. He shakes it off, clearing his throat.

“Damn right! Got 2 people to save now.” Johnny says, pushing his shoulder winking at him before turning to leave. Gaz moves to the side to let Johnny past him, his eyes stay on Ghost though waiting until he also starts moving out the room to the stairs before following behind him.

Johnny is waiting at the kitchen door when Ghost and Gaz catch up with him. They all go in together, John has a laptop out now, his eyes focused on the screen before snapping up to them.

“Find anything?” He asks. No one says anything, Ghost takes this as his cue to talk.

“Her room and your office were ransacked. It didn’t seem like anything was missing, they were clearly looking for something though.” He says his throat feels suddenly dry. John nods standing up straight and putting his hands on his hips.

“I’m waiting for the satellite images from Laswell. Kyle, do you remember how to get into the Met’s surveillance system?” John asks. Gaz nods but doesn’t move over to him. Now Price knows something is up. Ghost can read him like a fucking book.

“What?” He asks frowning.

“There’s something else.” Johnny says, stepping forward and placing the scan on the island. Ghost watches as he realises what the image is, he reaches down to pick it up squinting, before relaxing his eyes again. He flips it to look at the back quickly, his other hand reaches out to grip the island, his knuckles turning white.

No one is saying anything, Ghost is holding his breath again. It feels like minutes are passing, minutes they don’t have. They need to find you, Ghost almost steps in to interrupt him but Price’s head snaps up to him.

“Well.” John says but his voice breaks. He looks down at the picture and lets out a chuckle, a smile creeps on his face. It makes Ghost smile too, he should be happy, he wants to be happy. He can’t focus on that now, his eyes fall on the bloody knife again.

His smile fades and so does John’s a second later.

“Fuck.” John puts the scan in his pocket, picking up the laptop and walking around the island. The energy changes, his expression goes hard. It looks like all the colour has drained from his face.

He passes the laptop to Gaz. “How long until you have access to the cameras?” He asks.

“15, 20 minutes.” Kyle says. John nods, walking past them all out to the hall.

“Let’s go, we’re going to need all the help we can get to find her.” Price says rushing out the front door. Ghost watches as Johnny and Gaz look between each other.

“Soap you’re driving!” Price shouts back into the house. Johnny clears his throat and jogs after him.

“Think he’s finally going to do it?” Gaz asks, looking back at Ghost. He knows what Gaz means. John has always talked about the worst case scenario, pulling all his contacts, bending all the rules in case shit went down and he needed to call in all those eventual favours.

“Yeah. I think he is.” Ghost says, turning the light off in the kitchen. He hears the car engine start. They both walk out to the drive, Ghost can see Price is already on his phone again.

Probably not Laswell this time. Probably the base commander, General of the royal marines, Chief officer at the Met. Ghost’s lost track of how many people owe them or John favours. He turns and pushes his key in to lock the front door. With his head turned away and the sound of the engine drowning out his thoughts he gives himself a second to think.

He’s going to be a dad, they’re all going to be dads. They’ve talked about it time and time again but he always thought it would be something that would happen after the army. He pictures you in his head, laid out on the sofa with a round belly while they all coo over you carrying their child.

It doesn’t matter who’s it is, they’ll probably never find out, or if they do they’ll seal it in an envelope and hide it away. They always knew from the start it would be like that, it made you feel good knowing it would be an equal thing.

The car horn blares, making Ghost stiffen up. “Let’s go Riley!” John shouts. He lets out a breath pulling the key out the door and turning to the car.

First things first though, they have to get you back. God help whoever has you, with the warpath he knows John is capable of there's going to be no less than a small army after you soon.

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I kinda missed out the whole part of her trying to tell them. I wanted to keep it from their POV and try and keep it sort. Things never work out as I plan XD

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kaivenom · 2 months ago

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I have a funny idea! One piece Dilfs with a reader with tinnitus! Like mine can be so bad I can’t hear much because the noise for like 10 minutes. But , the dilfs don’t know the reader has tinnitus so they just think the readers giving them the cold shoulder ignoring them and looking slightly pissed off

Btw if you didn’t know tinnitus is just where you get the ringing noise in your ear a lot basically

OP Dilfs with a reader who has tinnitus

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

Warnings: a little bit allusions of sex, but almost invisible.

A/N: this in fact, is a really curious request, i've never heard of this issue. Thanks for explain it to me, i really appreciate it. I hope you do good.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He decides to give you space, maybe a little too much space.

He doesn't know what he did to upset you but surely there was something.

He tried to get your attention a couple of times, but got no answer from your part so instead of making it worse, he decided to step aside.

He decided to not sleep on your shared room that night.

For your part, you were completely oblivious about his attempts of catching your attention, and then you didn't saw him in all afternoon.

Then, he didn't come to your bed at night, and you started to feel really sad.

First the tinnitus attack and now this, your day couldn't be worse.

You cried a little in bed, hoping that tomorrow was better.

THe next day, you found him, finally.

"Why didn't you come to bed yesterday?"

"Now you talk to me?"

"What i did wrong i..." and then you thought.

"You ignored me yesterday whne i talked to you, i believed that you were angry so i stepped aside."

"I am sorry, i didn't planed on ignoring you... sometimes i just heard noise from nowhere, i supose you talked me thru that."

"That's why you also had that angry face?"

"Yes..." you looked defeated.

Mihawk went to your side and hugged you, promising on reading the signs better next time.

Donquixote Doflamingo

He takes it as a personal offense.

Expect him to start doing macabre plans just to do your attention.

Yell, be cruel, call you names, follow you... even torture someone in front of you, every thing he could think that would make you so much that you pay attention to him.

And still, you don't look at him and go on your day like he isn't there.

Then he got to his limit and decided to cross the line he swore he wouldn't do, he pushed you onto the corridor.

"What the .... why did you do that?" you felt betrayed.

"What is wrong with YOU, you hadn't paid attention to me on a fucking hour."

"You talked to me?"

"Of course i..."

And then the ring increased so much for a moment that you had to cover your ears, then it stoped.

"What..."

"Sometimes my ears go crazy and i only hear noise."

"Good point, the next time i will just touch your shoulder."

"Doffy, what have you done..." he smiled and you feared the worse.

Sr. Crocodile

He is always a very cautious, calm and presentable man, but...

When he has been calling you for half an hour and you don't answer the den den mushi he starts to be suspicious.

He calls your again a couple of times and thinks: you said you were going to be at home all day cause you weren't feeling really good, and he didnt do anything wrong.

He gets home earlier, with many gifts to try and compensate any posible mistake.

When you didn't come to welcome him he stars to panic a little more.

Calls your name thru the house and nothing.

Then, he finally found you, laying the couch and reading.

"Oi, why don't you answer the calls." you dont look at him.

The previous worry starts to become angryness, how can you be so calm when he was having a heart attack all day?

He grabs the collar of your shirt and you finally aknowledge his presence.

He pulls you pu, much to your surprise, and kisses you angrily.

Not that you are going to complain but was for free.

"Don't you ever ignore me again, or i am going to punish you."

"I can't hear you, my hears are beeping"

And you had to explain him, while he was with the most amazed look ever.

Smoker

He always found weird that with your training and skills, you work on files.

There has been a couple of times when he comes to your desk to ask you for information and also talk to you, sometimes you have an episode, but short.

So he doesn't know.

Then, one day you are reorganizing some of the files on the archive, in a different section, one that has a grid.

So he tries to get your attention, but nothing, he asks, he raises his voice, he dings the doorbell and nothing.

You appear on his eye sight but still dont turn around to him.

He even thinks about going to get your superior to open the grid for him so he can go inside and aproach you.

He starts to get anxious and really nervous, until you finally go to the counter.

"Oh, hey, handsome..." your mood raises cause the noise finally stopped and he was there, the best combo.

"Don't tell me handsome, i've been calling you for five minutes, i saw you right in front of me... if you are mad for something then tell me. I won't tolerate that our mods get in our works."

You suddently felt really bad and explained to him all the thing. His expresion finally started to soften.

"So that's why you don't go into missions."

"Yeah," you hand him the files.

"Sorry, i will be more patient." he kisses you thru the counter.

Akagami Shanks

Another noisy one.

He thinks you are doing some kind of payback for a previous joke.

He starts doing an agressive-defensive kind of behaviour.

He ignores you and then he yells at you for your attention, he starts tossing you.

"What are you doing?"

"I am trying to get your attention cruel one, why aren't you paying attention to me?"

"What?" the beep on your ear gets worse, "I can't hear you, my ears are doing noises."

"Really?"

"What?"

Then he gets a paper sheet and starts writing. After explaining to him, he finally understood.

From that time, he got a little more patient and carefull when you have these episodes.

Instead of tossing or yelling at you, he starts kissing and hugging you.

He even tells you to do an especial sign for him when you are on public

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luv4rj · 1 month ago

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Chasing You

Summary : you and haechan first met in high school , but now that you're in college you realize who had been chasing you all this time.

Warnings : fluff, smut, college student reader&hyuck, nonidol!haechan, bestfriend!haechan, softdom!haechan, sub!fem!reader, kinda switch!reader, virgin!reader , 7dream!friend mentions, bad writing, NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @hyucksunset | @fullsunahceah | @ilovehaechie | @yukisroom97 - sorry if i forgot you/didn't see your request to be added!

A/N : this is my first time writing please be kind ik its lwk bad

"There's our princess!" Shouted jaemin as you walked into the cafe.

You greeted everyone with a bright smile slightly shy due to jaemin's name towards you although its the usual.

"Dude if I'm honest people probably think ur into her" Marks laughs as he points at Jaemin holding a bigger laugh than the one he let out after seeing Jaemin's dramatically shocked expression.

You laugh as you say your hello's and take your seat - next to haechan of course. Although your friend group is close you were still definitely the closest to haechan, you guys were practically inseparable since high school.

"Oh" haechan points at your bag, "is that keychain new? Its cute" he says in a sugary tone.

"Ah! Yes i got it when i was shopping around before i came!" You reply happily before noticing his sulking.

"Wahh you really went shopping without inviting me? We could've totally made it a date.." he pouts,

"oh stop" you jokingly hit his arm.

"Wait" you look around before continuing, "has chenle not arrived yet?"

"Nope" Renjun answers, speaking for the first time since you arrived.

"Are we really surprised, he tries to act all nonchalant when it comes to us" Mark rolls his eyes jokingly before smiling. Conveniently, Chenle walks in right after and daps up some of the guys before sitting. You guys talk and sip your drinks as you feel haechan grab your hand under the table, confused, you look at him-

"is everything alright?" He whispers quietly not to draw attention of the others. You're honestly surprised at the question- not because he usually doesn't usually care like this but because you've felt off for the past couple days without reason that even you started not to realize you weren't acting like your usual self.

How could he notice? When you yourself forgot. Only if you knew how much he cares for you...

You nod at him looking a little confused, all it does it make him giggle shyly before returning his attention to the group but continuing to hold your hand, mainly because he wants you to know he's still there if something is wrong but maybe (definitely) also because its so comfortable. The groups hangout eventually comes to end but with them leaving one by one. Jaemin leaves first to go have his workout with Jeno, shortly followed by Renjun then Chenle. When its just you Mark and Haechan you all talk for a bit more before all getting up to head out.

"Ill see you guys later, alright?" Mark says with a smile before heading out as you and haechan order one more treat from the counter to take home.

"Here, ill pay for you" haechan smirks proudly

"But You payed for me last time hyuck!? You really dont have to.." you say panicked.

"Ah ah ah really i want to" he puts his hands up as if caught while the cashier swipes his card. Although this is such a small gesture it always makes you feel shy, he always goes out of his way for you.

The walk home is the usual, stupid sweet conversations- what more do you expect from best friends?

When you get home it doesn't take u long before you collapse on the couch and throw your things on the table, u hear haechan laugh at you but ignore it.

"Are our friends that exhausting to you?" He jokes

you roll ur eyes in response before sitting up and grabbing the remote-

"come sit and watch a movie with me before i get to tired"

He quickly came over and sat making you laugh at his eagerness. You put on the kissing booth and cuddle up close to haechan like you always have, it's more comfortable that way. But for some reason something feels different, your heart is beating faster and ur more aware of everything. maybe it's because of his concern earlier, it made you realize how much he pays attention to you- which speaking of worried you right now because you hope he won't realize how shy you're feeling and the fact you keep glancing at his face or playing with his fingers.

"hyuck?" You call out quietly

"yes y/n?" He quips.

"How did you notice i was off earlier?"

"Hmm i could just tell, why? Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked concerned cupping your face.

You giggle "i would but i didn't really know what was wrong so i honestly couldn't tell you" you smile at him seeing his eyes soften causing ur expression to change to one thats more starstruck.

"I see.." he trails off before looking at you once more- "y/n... can i kiss you?".

You almost think it's a joke or just playful flirting, but by the look in his eyes and the lack of a teasing smirk on his face you believe it, and you want it. You nod lightly with a dazed expression before you feel his lips crash onto yours. The kiss is sweet, his lips are soft and plush, something you would've never been able to imagine. When he pulls back he giggles shyly at your expression, you look so starstruck and flustered like he's never seen before which makes him laugh lightly.

"What.. why are you laughing" you pout looking away nervously,

"you just look so cute right now" he says with a smirk

You playfully hit his chest lightly before you get up clearing your throat,

"i uhm, I'm gonna go to bed" you cant hide the flushed look on ur face as you avoid eye contact.

"Oh-, goodnight y/n-"

he barely finishes before you quickly walk to your room shutting the door only to immediately lean against it to catch the breath you had for some reason been holding. 'What was that? Why did i like it? Why is my heart racing so fast?' You think to yourself before walking to your bed sitting for a bit before doing your nightly routine trying to avoid thinking of the situation at hand.

The next morning things with you and haechan were off, well actually it was just that you were being so shy while haechan was completely normal.

"You gonna grab that?" Haechan said staring at your toast that had just finished in the toaster, thats right where he's standing.

"uh i, I'll grab it in a second" you say giving him a glance but eventually looking anywhere but at him. Has he always looked this good? Surely he did something different today..

"Hmm.. okay well I'm gonna head out a bit early i wanna talk to one of the professors before class, see you later okay?"

"Okay, Have a good day" you smiled lightly waving him off.

You finished getting ready and headed to campus arriving barely on time quickly sitting in ur usual spot next to haechan.

"you were almost lateeee" he poked at you with his annoying teasing tone

"shhh" you say passively avoiding eye contact out of pure nervousness from the night before.

As class goes by haechan is nothing but clingy and cute as usual, but today everything feels so different- you notice it all more. The hearts and other doodles he draws on the sides of your paper, the way he links pinkies with you the second you stop writing and smiles, that damn smile... you've always found haechan attractive but right now he's more than that? When you look at him right now you just feel adoration, it's like whatever that was last night flipped a switch but maybe you're just being dramatic.

Once class is over you study by yourself in the library for hours on end whilst haechan does who knows what. Before you know it its getting dark and u feel a pair of strong warm arms wrap around your neck from behind, it could only be one person. The same person who always shows you so much love and affection more than anyone else despite his clingy personality its obvious he's clinger to you.

"Hi haechan" you say warmly with a smile

"why hello y/n" he acts fake surprised before laughing lightly. "Come on lets take you home out lf this stinky library" he pats ur shoulder after detaching himself from you, you nod with a playful laugh before packing up ur stuff and heading on ur way home- you guys lived close by so the walk wasn't a big deal.

As you walked in the warm night it was quiet and peaceful next to haechan under the moon like this, than he broke the silence "soooo why were you acting so shy today" he intrudes.

You panic immediately at the question not knowing how to answer, while also having the feeling he knows.

"nothing! Really it's nothing.." you plead your case although knowing he wont believe it for a second but he moves on

"okay then.." he says suspiciously.

Once you get home you both settle in and take your places on the couch to finish the movie from yesterday, as usual haechan cuddles up to you but today it only makes you nervous and stiff and the only thing you can think about is his soft plush lips. Once the movie is over haechan yawns about to get up before you lightly grab his wrist.

"Hm?" Haechan looks at you with a surprised expression, which is way cuter than it should be.

"Close your eyes" you mumble looking away once more.

"Okay..?" He closes his eyes while being more than confused.

And right then he feels your lips on his, his eyes shooting open only to close again as he rests his hand lightly on the back of your neck. The kiss you meant to be short and sweet he turned into something deeper, something passionate. As the kiss continues he guides you onto his lap to straddle him in which you go along with. You pull away nothing but shocked, you realize your position and panic but don't move.

"I, i dont know what im doing- what we-" you get cut off.

"Its okay" he says comforting you "do you want this?" he says gently, placing one hand on your hip the other on your cheek.

You nod gently but with confidence, although you don't know whats going on or how you feel you know you want this, you want him. Since your kiss yesterday everything felt so different, all you could think about was the way his lips felt against yours, his touch on your skin, the proximity of his body. You don't know where this will lead you to but you can worry after, right now all that matters is the boy in front of you. You're soon pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice-

"Say it baby, use your words for me?" He looks at you almost innocently, something deeper still resting behind his eyes

"I want this, want you" you give another small nod.

He smirks before landing his lips back on yours and his hands to rest on your hips. The kiss is sloppy, messy, passionate, urgent, you soon find your rhythm and as you do you feel him grind up into you whilst pressing your hips down onto him more. Your breath hitches causing him to smirk into the kiss and continue to create the friction between your bodies alternating between grinding you onto him and himself onto you.

As you softly moan into the kiss he pulls back to grab the hem of your shirt looking at you silently asking for permission to remove it, you give a nod being to nervous to break the intimate silence.

In a second your shirt is pulled over ur head, hair messy, lips swollen, exposed in front of him.

"Wow, fuck you're beautiful" he says hands caressing your sides.

You shake your head no, unsure of what to say. He quickly stands up while picking you up with him making you yelp, he carries you to his room kicking the door shut on his way in.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are to me, been waiting so long.." haechan says lowly in your ear before lightly laying you on the bed in front of him.

It's all happening so fast, you were on the couch with your best friend watching a movie and now you're half naked in his room with him on top of you marking your neck as if there's no world outside of you two.

"Hyuck.." you say slightly above a whisper

"Yes baby?"

"Your shirt-" you grab it lightly before he sits up a bit quickly taking it off, all you can do is stare., his slightly toned body with such perfect caramel skin is truly beautiful.

"You like what you see or do you just have a staring problem?" He teases

"Maybe both" you say pulling him back down and immediately into a kiss. This time slow and passionate before he breaks it

"Fuck, do you need me like i need you?" He asks placing your hand on his hard on.

You get dizzy at the thought and feeling of how badly he wants you and that this is even happening,

"Yes hyuck i need you.. please.." you plead with him only to see a smirk as a response as he strips you of your shorts leaving you in only your undergarments.

He sits up and back to take a full look at you with nothing but lust and.. love?

"Ur so pretty.. all flustered and desperate for me. You're all mine right now huh? All mine.." he ends off with a shy smile before going down your body placing himself between your legs.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your best friend between your legs, lips swollen, face slightly flushed, hair messy yet falling perfectly to frame his face.

But really nothing could have prepared you for when he pulled your panties down and dove into your heat licking between your folds, eating you out like you'd never imagine.

"Hyuck- i- ah!" You moan already feeling overwhelmed. The feeling only deepens when he inserts one finger in you only intensifying the pleasure.

"Mm, more- want more" you barely get out, the feeling of him sucking your clit and thrusting his finger in you distracting you from forming words.

"Oh? Is my girl greedy?" He smirks, adding another finger.

You shake your head no, arching ur back as he curls his fingers just right.

You're close, you start to feel it- but you don't wanna let go like this

"Hyuck Im close i- i dont wanna cum like this" you whine out.

He slows before coming up to your ear fingers still in you

"You wanna cum on my cock huh?" He says lowly

You nod desperately "yes! Please.."

"Okay baby, whatever you want" he says softlywhile removing his fingers, coming up to caress your face gently before He rids himself of his shorts leaving him just in his boxers, boner evident. The sight gave you the chills in anticipation before something in you snapped, pulling him down on top of you to kiss you soon flipping positions so you're straddling his laying down form.

He looks a bit shocked at the change of pace but soon settles to a darker hornier expression seemingly pleased with the situation. You continue to kiss him as you grind down on his erection, only one thin layer of fabric separating the two of you.

It doesn't take long for him to flip you back over before taking off his last remaining piece of clothing only giving you a second to gawk at the sight before he puts his attention right back on you. Kneeling on the bed in between your legs kissing you- but all you can focus on is feeling him brushing against you just wishing he was inside you already.

"Please hyuck, fuck me.." you say in desperation, you need him now

He just smirks to himself feeling proud of where he has you before lining himself up and slowly pushing in.

"Fuck- you have no idea how long I've wanted this" his voice slightly shaky

You whine and grab onto his forearms, trying to accommodate to his size.

"Since high school I've wanted this, not sex but intimacy" he pants as he tries to keep his cool, the feeling of you around him all feels like to much.

"Wanted to make love to you" he says thrusting slowly after you had adjusted. You moan at the feeling, this is like nothing you'd ever felt before- passionate, loving, raw emotion.

He continues to thrust into you, the both of you exchanging noises and moans.

"Doing so good for me-" he groans. He feels you clench around him as he hits your g-spot- you feel yourself getting close as you moan his name out.

"Fuck- love the way you say my name" he pants. "Cum for me, be good for me yea?" Haechan says carefully watching you face as you start to come undone.

When you cum its the best you've ever felt, beats anything you have ever done. He pulls out, cumming on your stomach making a mess before laying next to you as you both try to catch your breaths.

He breaks the silence "that was amazing" he turns to face you "you did so well".

You smile sleepily at him, he understands everything you want to convey to him in this moment. He soon gets up to get a wet rag to wipe you off before cuddling under the covers with you, stroking you hair gently as you bury yourself in his chest exhausted.

"Was chasing you all this time, now ur finally mine" he says sweetly as you drift off to sleep. "Goodnight y/n" he whispers, soon falling asleep with you in his arms.

#haechan smut #lee haechan #haechan fanfic #haechan fluff #haechan #nct dream #nct dream smut #lee donghyuck

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holycrimin · 10 months ago

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In honor of me getting my first ever TMNT Comic,

here's Leo with a crush who gets overly excited when gifted something they're obsessed/hyperfixated with (cough definitely not me cough)

while I did buy the comic for myself (it was an Eastman and Laird's TMNT adventure special) I wanted to explore this more because my brain is way too active and i need an outlet lol

pls dont blame me if its a little ooc, im trying my best and this is impulsive T0T

note: Reader uses they/them, Leo is a massive dork, semi proofread

2012!Leo x Expressive!Reader

Saw something he thought you'd like while on patrol,

"Hey guys, you think they'll like this?" He looks throught the window.

They snicker and shit on him (lovingly in a sibling way)

Whether it was a poster or figurine or comic, he's getting that baby just for you

Obviously he'd get it by paying because stealing would be wrong.

And by paying he means snatching it in the middle of the night and leaving a twenty with an apology note

Because that's what heroes do

anyway

Hops up to your apartment,

(with his brothers watching from the shadows because they absolutely cannot resist a good show. yes, even Donnie; like a true hypocrite)

He makes sure that neither your parents are there with you and he knocks on the window

You, with your ultra smart brain, immediately knew it was him because it was either that or a murderer that climbed up to specifically your window to murder you

which was unlikely, but hey, so was being friends with a giant turtle

You open your window and are immediately greeted with a shiny (not-so-brand new) comic/poster/figurine of the thing you talked about nonstop for weeks. maybe months. actually now that you think about it it mightve been year—

"Hey."

"Wh-"

"No way. NO WAY." You take it out of his hands (gently) and look at it in awe, before looking up at him with a dazzled expression

(If you squinted you could see sparkles coming off of you)

"What- Where- Dude. Where'd you even find this?!" A wide grin on your face as you look at him.

"Oh y'know.. Patrol and fighting bad guys, awesome stuff. Uh, then, y'know.. I found some merch that I thought you'd like."

"Dude he's seriously blowing this." one of the guys (mikey) whisper. "Yeah, he's worse than Donnie." he says, earning a 'Hey!' from Donnie.

Leo glares at them for a second before turning his attention back to you.

You let out a giddy giggle, "ahh! dude!"

"Dude." You set it down gently and put both of your hands on his shoulders. "I. Love you. So much. You know that?"

He blushes a little, "Well, I mean, it's not really a big de-"

"Not a big deal?! DUDDEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Is this a marriage proposal?" You say, shaking him a little.

"Wh- um.. What?" Leo lets out a weak chuckle, he feels his face heating up. "Because I accept. Let's get married, I love you so much. Oh my god, you have no idea-"

Ohhh god.

Yeah, that does it.

Well, even more than it already has.

"Whahahaha... Okay, uh, You don't really mean that, do y-" Oh.

"..Oh, sorry, is that too far? I mean, I do it with my other friends, but I'm not sure- Leo?" Yeah, no this is going to kill him. Kinda pathetic, huh? That a kiss on the cheek could send him spiraling just like that.

"Ah.. hahahah! Okay cool, haha.. uh, bye! I'll ah.. see you tomorrow? yep. Yeah. Okay, bye!"

He runs off.

Aw crap.

Did you do something wrong? God, you hope not. Maybe you should tone it down next time.

"Smooth moves brother, really got them falling for you."

"Shut up."

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Total writing time: idk like 15-20 mins?

Any fellow fic writers feel free to take inspo or even write a direct sequel to this, I just really like this idea and would absolutely love to read more abt it lol

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kaciebello · 1 year ago

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Wrong address

Masterlist Delivery Express ✿ Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts. She just wishes people would put the proper address on it. Warnings: mention cigarettes, no use of y/n Authors note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. I want to spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) • Previously: Left on delivered • Next part: Too many voicemails word count: 1.1k

notes to deliver: 365

It wasn't hard to find the Slytherin boys, usually you could hear them from miles away. That is why sometimes when they want to keep their business private, they sneak into the room of requirements. Not only was it soundproof, but no one just stumbled upon it. Most importantly nobody knows they hang out there. Or so the thought.

The giant door slides open revealing a makeshift sunroom. Nobody should have been able to find them there, yet they are not surprised when they see a certain Hufflepuff girl with a yellow bow in her hair. She was fondling a note in her hand looking at it confused. She steps into the room as a door closes behind her, making her way to the number of sofas in the room. The room senses her presence, makes sure there is room for her, and even goes as far as giving her a cup of tea.

“ What you got there mail girl?” asks Draco before closing his eyes and soaking up the artificial sun. Maybe he won't get sunburned from this one.

“ Note for one of you…” all attention was on her now. Curiosity reeks from the boys. They are not strangers to being delivered notes or letters from the girl. If anything, it became like a norm at this point. Not that they ever respond to any.

“Well dont keep us on the edge of our seats. For who?” Says Mattheo eager to open it and read it.

“That's the point. I don't know.” She says and sighs. Promptly burying her head in her hands. Eager glances are swapped for confused ones.

Various versions of ‘Why do you mean you don't know.’ leave the boys. She just looks at the note before speaking.

“ I usually have people write to who on the folded note. and you know, that system works! Sure, some people mix Fred and George but who wouldn't.” She pauses, thumbs of agreement. She fips the note. “ This one is addressed to ‘ the cute guy from Slytherin’.”

“Oh sunshine, isn't it obvious? Give me the note.” Theodor says reaching for it. Blasie stops him with a disgusted look. She knew this would happen.

“Like hell it's you, if anyone here is cute it’s me!” says Draco no longer behaving like a cat in a sun but one that is about to pull out its claws. One by one the boys got increasingly offended if they were not suggested by the others. The girl places the note in her lap and reaches for her tea. It was amusing to see her fight for the title of the cute boy in Slytherin. And some people say they are dangerous. Tooning them out, she looks around the room to admire it.

“Sunshine.” Says Lorenzo making her turn back to them and pay attention.

“ Give us the note.” He says, his eyes were a tad bit crazy. She shakes her head and places the cup on a table. Sometimes her friends scared her, not for the reason many people thought. Looking closely at all of them. They all had the same look in their eyes.

She gets up and swiftly moves to stand behind a sofa, making sure there is some barrier between her and them.

“Sunshine, give us the note,” he repeats extending his hand to her. She just takes a B-line to the door. A crashing sound behind her made her clutch to the note in her hand. A few steps before the door Mattheo appears and blocks her way. She knew better than to start backing up so she turned and made her way to the glass door that seemed to be leading outside. She however could never outrun 5 boys in their prime, no.

A decision was made right then and there. When she can feel Draco catching up to her, she ducks—Draco completely misses her and runs into the glass door. She however was already running to the fireplace. She was a few steps from it when Lorenzo jumped out of nowhere and tackled her on the floor. Making sure to turn them around so he sounded her fall. The note slips from her grip. The two groan on impact.

“Bro that was unnecessary.” She whines and rolls at her friend. Sitting her to him while he lies on the floor with a smile.

“Yeah, but I got the note…” He says and looks in the direction the note has fallen. His smile drops when he sees it. The note has landed in the fire just as the girl intended to. The sides curled and ashy, there was no saving it. A victorious cheer leaves the girl, while others groan in frustration.

Looking around the scene, some pillows were thrown on the ground. One chair was flipped over and was lying on its side. Draco was holding his nose as Blasie helped him up. Something told the girl his father won't be hearing about this one. Overall it looked like someone casted Bombarda in the middle of the room.

Turning to the friend next to her, making sure he's okay. He just waves his arm at her and jumps up. Before helping her up. In the meanwhile, the rest have sat down in their previous spots. Mattheo flicked his wand to clean the room up a bit.

Silence sat among the friends. A new batch of tea was made, and they all tried to figure out what just happened. The only sound in the room was the fire cracking, the remains of the note still visible. It's Blaise who breaks the silence.

“Um, that was…” He swallows the rest of his thought, opting to just nod his head.

“Man, we should have read it together, just aloud.” Says Theodor, pulling out his cigarette and offering it to anyone willing to take one. Nods and hums of agreement were heard from the boys.

“You know, the girl that gave it to me was very cryptic.” She says sipping on her tea and swapping the smoke away occasionally. Their ears perked up but they were still licking their wounds to pay proper attention.

“ She said, and I quote. ‘ You know who’ and winked before running away.” She pauses to take a sip before continuing. “ I think she wanted me to give it to the one I thought was the cutest” Lost in her thoughts, her gaze remained on ashes. She did not even notice that the chatter stopped.

Silence from the boys. Until.

“Well, who do think it's the cutest?” She just sighs at the question. Here we go again.

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rafeysbafey · 1 year ago

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hey! i love your fics and was wondering if you could do a fic based on mitskis song ‘my love mine all mine’ ( mostly the part “nothing i do belongs to me”)

I was thinking maybe reader thinks rafe is using her for s-x and maybe she thinks that rafe doesn’t love her and becomes distant?

if you can’t it’s totally okay! 🩷🎅🏻

LOWKEY dont know how to feel abt this fic i feel like i went off track im so sorry in advance

you sat in silence with the comforter pulled up to your chest as your eyes trailed after rafe, watching as he left to start a shower.

no aftercare, no checking to see if you were okay.

‘cause my love is mine, all mine

you and rafe were never dating, is what you had to constantly remind yourself.

but even with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ deal, he would still treat you like his girlfriend.

“coffee for you, m’lady,” he bowed, sticking out his hand to give you an iced latte.

you took it with a funny look, teasing him as you spoke, “is it poisoned?”

he gasped at your response, faking offense with sad eyes.

or when the two of you would lay in comfortable silence after sex, your body fitting perfectly next to his as he drew shapes across your skin.

“you hungry?” he asked, paying attention to how your stomach growled softly.

“only if you are.”

“ill take that as a yes,” he chuckled before grabbing his phone and typing in your favorite take-out restaurant.

but here you were, sitting in his bed by yourself as you listened to the water hit the tiled floor.

i love mine, mine, mine

deciding you weren’t going to wait for him, you slide out the bed and grabbed your clothes that were carelessly thrown across the room.

you didn’t hear much from him the day you left, but when it was close to midnight the next night, your phone pinged.

‘rafeeeeeee’

want 2 come ovr

you decided to ignore his text, not caring to respond as you tossed your phone to the side and continued to watch your show on Netflix.

the weekend went by with you ignoring rafe, leaving the boy confused as he left voicemails asking what was wrong.

it was cheesy, but you guys really didn’t spend even a day apart, always hanging out or sleeping over at each others houses.

you were getting ready for school when you heard a car honk outside, your brows furrowing together before realizing who it was.

rafe always picked you up for school, you just forgot to tell him not to today.

sighing, you answered the front door but froze when you came face to face with the boy, an iced latte in his hand and a frown covering his features.

“you’ve been ignoring me,” he automatically said, hurt laced in his voice as you stood there in silence.

“can we not do this right now?” you asked, voice quiet as if someone else were listening to the conversation.

“i just want to know why my girl hasn’t been responding to my texts or calls.”

your body flinched ever so slightly at the words ‘my girl,’ catching you off guard as you looked at him in shock.

“im not ‘your girl,’ rafe,” you stated, although the quiver in your voice seemed to give it away.

“you’re always my girl-”

“then why have you been treating me so different lately?”

nothing in the world belongs to me

it was his turn to freeze in place, mouth opening to speak but nothing coming out.

“I just-” he cut himself off before running his free hand through his hair, “i just got scared, okay?”

“scared of what?”

“falling in love with you!”

your eyes widened at his confession, rafe’s mouth immediately snapping shut at the realization.

“I shouldn’t have said that- i shouldn’t have said anything.”

“rafe,” you mumbled, eyes searching in his for any sign of regret or bluff.

“you shouldn’t be afraid, i think- no i know,” you corrected, “i know im falling for you.”

his shoulders fell in relief at your response, eyes lighting up as a small blush painted his face.

“really? you’re not just saying that, right?”

you let out a small laugh before shaking your head, “im not.”

“well, will you take this iced latte and make me the happiest man on earth, and be my girlfriend?” he stuck out the cup as he got on one knee.

“rafe you’re making this weird!” you laughed, grabbing both his shoulders and yanking him up.

“but yes, i would love an iced latte.”

“and?” he asked, brow raising as he pretended to get impatient.

“oh, yes i will be your girlfriend.”

but my love mine, all mine, all mine

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 6 months ago

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PICK AND CHOOSE - l.c

Warnings: skin picking

Summary: the one where Luke and you finally discuss whatever is going on in the relationship

Wordcount: 2.4k

You sat down on his bed, the Hermes cabin empty because they were working on a prank against the Athena cabin with the Hephaestus boys.

You had called for this conversation with Luke, both of you putting it off because what was there really to say. This was it now and your heart was speeding up at a record time and you were worried it was going to beat so fast it would fly out of your chest.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just-” you looked down at your hands, fingers picking at the skin by your fingernails, “-I dunno, just feeling a little insecure,”

You could feel the shame wash over you at the words because there is no need whatsoever for you to feel that way.

well there is.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you continue to stare at your skin, hoping that the insecurity will go away with every tug of the hangnails at your fingers.

Maybe it was the fact that he had been paying you no attention since that night or maybe it was the way that you couldn’t stand the thought of other girls looking at him the way that they do, eyes roaming over his body. God, you should be the only one allowed to look at him like that.

You didn't know how long you had been silent for before he reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Insecure?”

You scoffed at his words. This was not how this should go. You were supposed to be okay with casual, that’s what the two of you had discussed.

Insecure. The word made you feel sick to your stomach because it was such a petty feeling, like envy and jealousy. It came out of nowhere and sometimes just surprised you but you had been feeling it all your life.

It had been a rough day anyway but the way he said the words made it even worse. It felt like he was taunting you.

You pulled your hand away and placed it back in your lap, only just noticing the skin bleeding at your fingernails.

“It’s silly, I know-“ you started to say and he cut you off.

“It’s not silly,” he reassured, “Everyone gets insecure,”

You shook your head, “This-” you gestured between the two of you, “-us,” just saying the word made your face heat with embarrassment because what us was there.

It felt wrong, like two little kids playing dress up at having feelings. Luke was the first guy you had ever thought about in this way and here you were making a fool of yourself in front of him.

“I dont mean to be-” the words couldnt come. This was one of those emotions that you could never quite phrase and no matter what word you used, it always came out wrong, “-needy?”

Luke could sense your uncertainty about it all and he just watched you intently, those eyes that you could stare in for hours now only gave you one look. Pity.

You had to fight back the words that were trying to claw out of your throat. You wanted to yell and scream and tell him how pathetic that look made you feel, like you were some rescue puppy he had found on the streets and taught new tricks. He was your first: first kiss, first makeout, first…

Images flashed in your mind of him laying in your empty cabin, shirtless, you on top of him, hands pressed against his chest. Then you were lying there next to him in his bed, head laying against his chest as he explained the book he was reading to you. Those moments felt so far away as you looked into his eyes.

“You’re not being needy,”

this time you did scoff, “You know that thing babies get when they play peek-a-boo? Object permanence? I feel like I have that with people. Like if you’re not in the room then you must hate me and this paranoia has followed me round my whole life. Gods, sometimes, dont you just think that everyone hates you and that they’re faking being friends with you?”

The words stumbled off of your tongue before you could stop them and by then you had blurted it all out, chest heaving at the end as you realised how vulnerable you had just been in front of him.

You didn’t even look up from your hands as you waited to hear his response. He was going to hate this and you knew it.

Luke was so calm all the time, holding his composure about this. He barely even mentioned whatever was going on between you when you were with the other campers. It was like you didn’t even exist.

You couldn’t quite but your finger on how long you had been sitting on that feeling but maybe it had been there since the moment you first kissed in your cabin after the bonfire, his lips tasting like the moonshine the Dionysus kids brewed and his hand pressed firmly against your back.

You finally looked up at him, eyes meeting yours. When you would stand up, there was a significant height difference but here, sitting down, you were on even playing ground.

“We can stop,”

those words made your heart sink, stomach twisting into knots at the idea. How could you go back to the way things were before when he had been looking at you like that? When you knew what he sounded like in bed, breathy words whispered into your ear?

“That’s not why I came here,” you stated, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to put into words the way you felt.

There were no words and there never would be. How could you ever express all of the love and care that you have for him without seeming obsessed after two makeout sessions. This was supposed to be casual.

You had promised him no feelings from either of you and yet here you were less than two weeks later, heart so full to the brim with him that any pain he felt, you felt tenfold.

“Then why did you?” He asked so nonchalantly and you could feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Shaking your head, you looked back at your blood stained fingernails, “I shouldn’t have,”

His eyes trailed down to your hands. You both shared the same bad habit, biting at your fingernails. His were painful, bitten to the halfway point and scared yet yours were healed, nice paint always draped on top to hide the peeling of your skin - your next victim.

Luke grabbed onto your hands to stop you from the compulsion and you felt forced to look into his eyes, “I don’t want to stop either,”

They were the words that you wanted to feel so why did they make your heart sink even lower into your chest?

“I-” the words were caught in your throat. Keep your composure. Thats what you kept repeating to yourself as you felt the tears brimming on your waterline. Crying in front of him was not on the agenda today.

Casual. Most boys dream and most girls nightmare. You should be okay with all that you could get from him, a kiss here and there but maybe that was making these feelings worse.

Maybe it was the way that he wouldn’t act like he wanted you on some nights, barely even acknowledging that you are there, his conversation focused on some other camper as you stood by the sidelines waiting like an idiot.

Maybe it was the way he talked to other girls, their eyes trailing over his shoulders and arms like he was on the market, hand on his shoulder as they laughed at one of his shitty jokes.

Maybe it was the way that you wanted him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close, to kiss you when the other head of cabins were looking, to want to make out with you when he was sober as well as drunk.

“I like you,” you blurted the words out.

He chuckled, “I like you too, is that not obvious,”

You shook your head with disdain at his comment. This was not time for silly jokes.

“No. I really like you and I dont want you to kiss other girls,”

his brow furrowed and he shook his head quickly, “Who said I want to kiss other girls?” He questioned.

You shrugged, a sheepishness coming over you at your admissions, “Beckendorf,” you stated, “He said he wanted to wingman you,”

”Did I say I wanted Beckendorf to wingman me?”

“No, but-“ you furrowed your brow and he just looked at your confusion.

“I like you a lot,” he promised but the words seemed to melt off of your skin like they meant nothing, “I do not want other girls, it’s just-“

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “You want to be single but have me on the side, just in case you get bored?”

He could hear the spitefulness in your words, the anger in your tone and he wondered how long this had been building up in your chest for, how long you had been wanting to say this to him.

“That is not what you are to me,” he reassured but the words didn’t help.

Scoffing, you pulled your hands away, “Then why don’t you want to kiss me? Why do I have to make the effort all the time?”

He tilted his head to the side and looked at you, watching as a tear slipped over your waterline. You cursed yourself as he leaned forward and wiped the tear away with the pad of his finger. He hated to see you like this, so much self loathing inside of you.

“I’m nervous,”

Now that was a ridiculous statement, “You? Nervous,” you shook your head at the woods because there was no way that they could ever be true, “You are like the coolest person I know, why would you get nervous?”

You watched as a blush crept up to his cheeks, “Because you’re the coolest person I know,”

your eyes widened at his admission and you wondered if he meant it.

“I worry that we are going to screw up our friendship by doing this, that I am no going to be a good boyfriend for you. I cannot lose you,” he admitted and you just sat there for a moment, staring at him.

“I think i just did, screw it up I mean,”

He shook his head, “You? Never,” he promised, hand coming down to rest on your knee which you only just noticed was bouncing up and down in your nervous state, “I care about you so much,”

”Then show it,”

“The other campers-” he started to say and you sighed. Great. Another excuse why you were not going to be working out.

“Ignore them, let’s be us,” you were practically begging at this point because you knew he could call this arrangement off any second and you would be left drowning in all the affection you never got to show him.

“I don’t want them to know, they will get involved and ruin this,” he was right and you hated that.

“I want you to want me,” the words tumbled from your mouth easier than you expected them to, “I want to be at the bonfires and you dance with me and talk to me and it sounds so needy,”

“It’s not needy,”

”It is!” You exclaimed.

The room went silent and you were left staring at one another, listening to the creeking of the walls in the wind and the rustling of the grass, “It is,” you repeated, a little bit quieter.

”I can’t do casual,”

He nodded, understanding the complexity of it all, “I can’t do a relationship,”

A sob was caught in your throat as you heard those words, they were the last thing that you wanted to hear and he knew that, watching as your face contort at his statement, lip trembling as you tried to stop the tears from overflowing.

“Okay,”

He tilted his head to the side, “Okay?”

You just shrugged because what was there left to do. There was no way that you were going to be able to convince him that you were worth it, that you were worthy of being his girlfriend if he didn’t want to be convinced.

“You’re an idiot,” he stated and you turned to look at him with a face that read shock horror.

“Excuse me?”

He could see all the hurt and anger bubbling up inside of you, brows pulling together and nose scrunching up just like it always did before a fight. He knew you too well.

“I would try. For you,” he stated and there it was again, the flip of emotion on your face to one of confusion, your lip pulling up in confusion, brows still furrowed but softening to complexity, “I want you in my life and more than a friend,”

You shook your head because this was all so wrong. You stood up, head spinning. This was not the way that this was supposed to go. This was going to be you breaking this thing off with him and yet here you were potentially entering into a relationship.

He followed after you before you could reach the cabin door, hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer to him, “Say yes,”

“Luke,” a hand came out, balancing against his chest.

“Say yes,” he repeated, nose nuzzling against your throat. You knew this was wrong but Gods, it felt so right.

“Luke,”

He hummed in response, looking up at you with those big brown eyes that you had come to love over the years.

”Say yes,” he hoped one more time would do the trick.

You nodded your head, leaning down to feel his breath against your lips, “Okay,” you nudged your nose against his, “Okay,”

“Be my girlfriend?” The words seemed so natural on his tongue and you couldn’t fight the warm feeling in your chest at being addressed in that way.

You kissed him then and there. There still were not enough words to explain this feeling but as you kissed against the door in the Hermes cabin, you knew you were going to regret this moment in the long run.

But right now, there was no regret.

A/N sorry for the lack of posts, I've been at uni for a while but I'm feeling the inspiration. This is good for you guys and bad for me because this is the most autobiographical fanfic I've written in a while so enjoy as my love life plummets to hell

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