#and in doing so finds the heart of the show

[suhtorus]

dogs out. zenin toji

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo daughter, megumi is four, and tsumiki is six. preschool teacher!nanami cameo ♡

little sunshines au

"moooooom! the baby took her shoes off again!"

tsumiki's voice has you peeking your head from the kitchen, trying to catch sight of your little girl. you're about to call your husband's name when he walks into the living room and picks your daughter up from the floor.

"dont like 'em?" he smirks, holding her tiny foot up and inspecting it.

she grins cheekily at her dad, proudly wiggling her little toes and showing off the sparkly nail polish on them.

"spaw-cle!"

finally done with the dishes, you join them and see her crocs discarded by the couch.

"again?"

"let her be, ma." toji has her foot against her cheek, both of them giggling at the silliness of it.

"she has to get used to them, toji."

he finally meets your eyes and sees the stern look in them. slowly, he puts your daughter down while she looks at him in confusion. toji doesn't have the heart to force his youngest to do stuff she doesn't like. but after three kids and years of marriage with you, he knows this is a battle he won't win.

"sorry, kiddo."

—

two days later, he's standing by the gates of the kids' school, waiting for them, when he notices something odd.

his face quickly switches from boredom to concern once he spots nanami holding his baby girl in his arms, her face visibly blotched from crying.

"she wouldn't stop taking her shoes off during class. I'm afraid we had to take... drastic measures." the blond man hands her over, visibly tense at toji's reaction. tsumiki and megumi stand next to him with matching frowns, having seen (and heard) their baby sister's cries. "school's policy."

"daddy!" she's bursting into tears as soon as she's in his arms, her watery eyes set on his concerned ones. "want 'em off!"

toji looks down at her feet and sees the brown tape around her pink sneakers, clashing horribly against it and causing him to sigh in defeat.

"baby, you can't keep taking your shoes off." he's patting her back in comfort, letting her sob against his shoulder while he turns to nanami again. "any advice? my wife and I have been struggling for weeks."

having seen this before, nanami recalls a piece of advice given from a couple who struggled with this, too. "try to find a pair that she likes. they don't have to be sneakers—the school isn't strict with that."

and suddenly, toji has a brilliant idea.

—

"princess, c'mere."

both you and your husband enter your daughter's room, sitting on the floor, and she comes closer with her plushie hanging from her hand.

toji places a box in front of her, your demeanor slightly anxious as you wait for her reaction. for a two-year-old, you're aware that she can be the toughest crowd sometimes.

her eyes are fixed in front of her, watching her dad opening the boring, brown box until pink and glitter are all her brain can process.

"woah..." she's clearly in awe, her little hands quickly grabbing the tiny pink heels and slipping them on her feet. "mommy shoes!"

the heels clack loudly against the floor, her steps uncoordinated and clumsy, but she can't stop giggling happily, walking back and forth.

"what did i tell you, ma?" toji's grin is smug, his arms wrapping around you while you play it off with a roll of your eyes. the sigh of relief is obvious from you two. "problem fixed."

he hasn't even finished gloating when you spot megumi standing by the door with his hands covering his ears, glaring ominously at toji.

"don't be so sure, honey."

[neigepomme]

cw // NSFW. virginity loss with X-02 / some spoilers for caleb's myth

thinking about the first time with caleb as X-02. buried deep within his memories is this desire to touch you, to experience your warmth, and to find out how you feel wrapped around him — to learn what faces and sounds you make when you eventually fall victim to the overwhelming pleasure.

caleb would take his time, push away all of the thoughts telling him to thrust into you harder and harder in order to satisfy his own wants. instead, he prioritizes you, just like he's always done. he taught you about the warmth of one another, showed you what happiness feels like, and made you feel alive.

he would be the first to teach you what euphoria feels like, and he'd be so sweet — but not too soft. caleb knows what's best for you, but his heart still clenches when he sees you grimace in discomfort at first. your pain receptors may have been dulled by the researchers at OTHAN, but you're still capable of knowing what pain is, and despite your body having experienced numerous wounds in battle, adjusting to caleb's size is still a challenge.

just like the first time when he exchanged energy with you, a wave of cold discomfort washes over you, but his arms embrace your body, keeping you in place while you gasp and clench around him in order to get used to that feeling of fullness. caleb knows what's good for you, and letting you squirm and run away from him isn't a good thing. so he kisses your face softly, starting with your forehead, then your eyes, cheeks, and finally, your lips — the tenderness of it all a stark contrast from the bruising grip he has on your hips as he bottoms out into you.

eventually, the discomfort subsides, and you see your expression reflected in caleb's eyes. your flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, the quiet whimpers and moans falling from your lips. in between pants, you speak softly and wrap your arms around his neck.

"is this.. euphoria?"

your tone and curiosity, carrying hints of longing and hidden desires, act like aphrodisiacs for caleb. in your field of vision, you see drops of sweat trickle down his forehead, and he's mirroring your red cheeks — his dazed expression, full of adoration amplifying the strange tightening sensation you feel in your lower stomach. he just smiles at you before nodding, pressing another delicate kiss to your lips before moving his mouth on your neck, suckling purple bruises near your pulse point.

without your exoskeletons on, you can feel his warmth, and it's like you've uncovered the taste of the forbidden fruit. greedily, your hands shift from his neck to his back, and you try to move your hips in an attempt to meet his thrusts, seeking out more of this warmth, more of this feeling — trying to release the tight coil in your stomach.

"do you feel good?"

it's caleb's turn to ask a question, and in response, all you can do is moan and drag your nails softly down his back, careful not to scratch him too hard. you shake your head yes, and it's so hard to formulate sentences, when all you can think of is caleb. his name repeats like a mantra in your mind before making its way to your lips. you call for him, unaware of what you're even seeking. that is until it clicks for you, spoken through your body like a fact that the universe itself decreed.

you're seeking caleb out.

"wanna feel more warmth, wanna feel you more — wanna be one with you, caleb."

in response, caleb's eyes widen, and he moans, pressing himself against your body more, his hips driving into you harder than before. his restraints slowly die down as he observes your mannerisms when you get closer and closer to your release — mesmerized by the way you clench down on him involuntarily, the way you arch your back to meet his chest. his hand moves down to rub tight circles against your clit, making the volume of your cries for him increase tenfold.

when you inevitably reach your high, all you can do is babble caleb's name repeatedly, as you cup his cheeks, your foreheads pressed together. you can practically feel caleb's heart beating against yours, syncing up as the speed of his thrusts increases. you look down to where the two of you are joined, and the visual stimuli of his cock sliding in and out of you, covered in your slick and his pre-cum sends your mind and body into overdrive, moaning harder and harder as caleb's motions grow more frantic, desperate. eventually, the pace between his thrusts becomes uneven, and you feel his warm release shoot into your womb. his voice rougher yet laced with devotion as he comes, and the weight of his words reach your hazy mind.

"i love you i love you i love you — fuck, i love you so much."

breathing hard, he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight. both of your bodies spent, yet feeling so fulfilled. stroking his hair softly, the way he did with you, you repeat his words to him, and although you don't quite understand them, they feel right. he feels right, and you wouldn't trade this unknown feeling for anything in the world.

"i love you, caleb."

🍎 pomme's notes — clang clang clang clang (usb connect disconnect sound x81981789) . erm . Ya !

[ippilulu]

Kanna and Yume oh my god

In honour of this severe call-out post, here's a snippet from a fic I'd written around this (from Kanna's POV):

"I heard about your show for Father. I personally thought it was wonderful, Kanna. A pity that they don't feel the-" "Yume one-san, they're our parents. They have our best interests in mind." Do you even believe that anymore, though? His sister sighed and Kanna's skin prickled. He could see the echo of his father in her, sometimes. It didn't help improve his perception of her. "Okay, Kanna. I apologise. But speaking about the performance, I caught most of it! I especially loved the twirl you had towards the end, the one before the jump..." Yume continued to speak, her eyes glittering as she recollected the morning's events.

So she watched everything, huh?

Why didn't she step in when it mattered, then? Why wait until after, when it was safe?

Kanna knew why. After all, he'd just said it to her a few moments ago. But some part of his heart lurched in a burning feeling he hesitated to give a name to. All he could do, however, was smile and pick at his food, waiting for her to leave.

And another, cause I love angst:

Kanna could imagine Manya there, alone in the magnitude of her grief. She’d have been informed of Kanna’s defection, have had to hear him labelled as a traitor. The last one who knew the woman she loved the way she deserved, and he couldn’t even be there. Surrounded by people like their- his, now- parents, who were surely scrambling to save their own image, to portray themselves as the bereft parents left behind in a tragedy… And who knows- maybe they actually felt the grief they were showing. After all, it was Yume, they had to have loved her. How must his mother be dealing with it now? Did they know that he was the one… who killed their beloved daughter? The son they’d always chastised, who could never measure up to the heights his sister had crossed. And now, he’d let them down in the worst way possible. Surely, they’d hate him forever now- no more birthday gifts and guilt-trippy letters, huh? The timing of it was so horrible that he’d have laughed if he could find his voice.

"After all, it was Yume, they had to have loved her."

Does bro know what he does to my psyche? Every time he enters he does 1000+ emotional dmg and leaves me on the curb.

But I love him anyway he's my bb 🫂

Doomed siblings enjoyers when the one that dedicated their whole life to trying to live up to their parents is still worse at it than their sibling who spent their whole life rejecting them

[mageofmadness]

CALEB + MC X ONLYFANS PT. 1

(1.2k)‧.ᵎᵎ 📷 ༘ ⋆｡ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader. jealous!caleb. sex work, dildos, and explicit sexual content. jerking off caleb will get pervier trust continuation of my other post ! i'd suggest reading that first c:

caleb, of course, says yes.

he could be six feet under the ground, and anything you ask of him, he’ll find a way to make it happen, let alone something like this. what is he meant to do…say no? is he supposed to let you go find someone else to help you? you had given him plenty of outs, saying it might be awkward (to which he vehemently assured you it would not be) or it might be too much or uncomfortable because you’re still a virgin (to which caleb had thought: what the fuck, oh my god).

absolutely not. the thought of someone else having you made his blood boil hot for a whole different reason. you came to him, and him alone, so after you lose a bit of steam, probably taking in caleb’s wide eyes and lack of response as horror or something equally wrong, he very quickly, very loudly, very nonchalantly, says, “of course, pips. anything you need help with, i’m your guy.”

“i’m glad you came to me. we’ll figure it out together.”

later that night, caleb sighs as he sits down at his computer. he stares at the black screen before booting it up, listening to it whirr in the early morning hours. you’re fast asleep in the other room, and his bedroom door is locked. lights off. he’s an expert in all things you, but it still takes him a minute to hunt you down online. scrubbing at his eyes as he reminds himself that this is strictly work. something like that. he wants to help in the best way possible, so he needs to know what they’re working with. caleb’s a hot blooded male, he’s seen a lot of porn in his life.

he crowds closer to the screen as he makes an account, eyes scanning over sex being sold by the dozen. for how often he catches your eye and thinks about fucking you, he’s going into this blind. he’s never crossed that line and has kept it very close to his chest. the front page and what he sees before him is all just bodies. it doesn't do it for him, never really has. it’s legs and cheek and ass but the moment he finds your account amongst lists of others, all beginners luck, caleb closes his eyes.

“appledumpling324.” he curses. “well, that’s fucking cute.”

how you got away with all of this under his nose is an entirely different conversation that needs to be had.

your page finally loads, and he immediately minimizes the the browser. he almost knocks over his pen holder, cursing as he lowers his screen. caleb sits back in his desk chair, closes his computer completely, and actually, doesn’t say a thing. he scrubs two firm hands over his eyes.

by god. 

he’s doing this to help. it means nothing more. it’s him or someone else. you don’t need him to shoot a load off the first time he sees the back of your thighs and what your ass looks like in whatever they’re calling underwear nowadays. a very modest black, they’re simple but hug your hips perfectly and that’s where caleb would grab first.

“fuck this.”

it shows you were online not four hours ago. caleb reads the amount of followers you have, quickly calculating, and his eye twitches. you’re popular. he’s going to have a fucking stroke. he’s a fucking idiot. what the fuck is going on and what is he doing?

it takes a strong man, of which caleb is, to look at what is before him objectively.

yes, he can see it’s all solo content. yes, he can see where others would really like something more. caleb also sees about nine million other guys very politely, he notes, begging for the chance to fuck you. showering you in vain compliments and he wants to laugh because what about your heart? and all that nonsense. these people don’t know you, they could never know you an ounce of the way caleb does, but jealousy is still simmering at he punches at his keyboard. scrolling. getting a beautiful view of your lace covered cunt one second and then you on your knees, camera pointed chin down as you deep throat a baby pink dildo, the next.

the first video he clicks on seems innocent enough, yet caleb’s made the rookie mistake of venturing onto a porn site without checking his volume first.

to his horror, your voice comes through first. the camera work a bit shaky, your face is never shown, he notes with something like approval and pride, but by the time he gets his headphones on and steadies his beating heart, he can only hear the sweetest whimpers. soft, pleasurable moans he’s be able to recognize anywhere. caleb might as well be drooling on his shirt, unable to believe what he’s seeing by the way of you spread out in your bed, the one he shares with you all of the time, face hidden but legs open and that underwear.

caleb’s folded that particular pair of underwear a thousand times and now he’s watching you slip them off as you position yourself over that same baby blue dildo of which he has never seen in this home. 

caleb’s favorite color is blue. his cock twitches in his sweatpants. he’s not an idiot, he’s just madly in love with you and has never found a convenient time to let you know.

a sharp intake of breath makes his eyes focus again, and he clicks out of the video right before your cunt swallows the fake cock whole.

caleb scrolls to the next video and then the next. they’re all amateur, very low quality in the sense that they’re personal. they’ve got an air of innocence to them that belies the you that caleb sees every day and he cannot even deny that while his hand is still outside of his sweats, he’s been palming his cock this entire time. 

in the end, caleb doesn’t even remember why he’s been scrolling through video after video. he’s lost the original plot, the reason he’s found himself in this situation in the first place, and he’s telling himself this is fine because he’s helping and hasn’t busted all over his fist yet. he’s resisted the urge to go wake you up and ask for answers, to figure out why he feels such a sense of…deceit. betrayal. he doesn’t know but caleb gives up. he finally slips a hand into his sweatpants and hisses as he pulls his cock free. gasping at his own touch, his fist is quick. fast. he’s not going to last because the same video has been playing on repeat for god knows how long.

you in the shower. the shower caleb had been in not hours ago. 

with caleb’s body wash in the background, the video is his favorite, he already knows. the way your hands run under the water, caleb knows he could make you feel so much better. he could just do so much, if only you’d let him and this must be cruel punishment. recompense for a past life.

he’s not sure, but caleb comes over his fist with jerky hips. “f–fucking…ah, hah. fuck. sweetheart.” his voice is strained, and he bites down on his sleeve too late, whimpering as his mind drifts to you asleep only a room away.

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[asaarii]

mark with a hyperfem girlfriend ??? or maybe she’s cutesy and shy please ^_^

ft: mainstream!mark (invincible) reader: fem wc: 1120 summary: mark and his hyperfem gf go to comic con YIPPIEE!! requested by: anon

this is highkey crack but i had fun writing it so yeah & I think I strayed a bit far from the req so I humbly apologize for that sigh do I play league of legends or write more fanfiction decisions decisions

Mark swears he can die happy right now.

Two of his favorite things in one place. You and Comic Con. This has to be a dream, he’s sure of it. Finally, for once, the world decided that even Invincible needed a damn break. Hopefully, the moment lasts long enough for him to savor it before he most likely gets pulled away again.

He has to admit, he feels incredibly underdressed compared to you, clad in his typical slacks and a Seance Dog shirt to suit the occasion. You, on the other hand, had gone all out, with bows in your hair, a soft sweater, and a ruffled skirt that had Mark practically on his knees before you left. To tie it all together, you’d even attached a small Seance Dog charm to your purse to match with Mark.

Truly, you were a woman after his own heart.

You smile softly at him as the two of you pull up to the convention center—in a car, for once, as it’s far too crowded for Mark to fly in without drawing attention. He smiles back, instinctively placing a small kiss to the back of your hand when he laces your fingers together. You giggle softly, almost instantaneously latching onto his arm as the two of you flash your passes at security.

Mark would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying the way you clung to him shyly. Because he was. Almost a little too much.

You were just too cute! Damn it, he needed to focus! There was a signing going on and he wanted—

“Mark, can we go check out the vendors?” You bat your eyes up innocently at him, glossed lips tantalizingly shiny beneath the bright fluorescent lights.

“Of course, baby.” His response is almost instant as he leans down to peck your lips before the weight of his words settles in. “Anything you want.”

FUCK. He was NOT supposed to say that.

But he’d feel like a monster taking it back now, especially with the way your eyes lit up like he’d just promised to take you to the moon. Which, in fairness, he had offered before, but you’d declined for obvious reasons. So, he mourns his minor loss as he leads the two of you through the crowded venue, holding you close whenever one of the superhero cosplayers got too close.

Especially the Invincible ones. He’s the only Invincible you’ll ever need in your life and no amount of spandex and fake muscle padding is going to change that. After all, nothing beats the original, baby.

Also, he is not that skinny.

His chest puffs with pride as he feels your manicured fingers grip onto his bicep, face pressed into his shoulder while he expertly leads you through the throngs of people both in and out of cosplay.

Vendors smile at passing people, making light conversation with anyone who stops by to look at their wares.

You, however, are drawn in by a certain booth tucked securely in a less populated corner. Mark trails obediently behind you, grinning dumbly when he sees what’s got your eye. It’s cute, it’s pink, and it’s so irrevocably you.

The woman behind the booth greets you both kindly before divulging in a rant about the inspiration behind her themed makeup palettes that you listen intently to, your hands finding their way to an adorable themed palette of one of your favorite characters. A character, Mark notes proudly, that he had introduced you to.

One that he’d also lost countless battles to as a plushie on your bed, but he digresses.

As much as Mark adores seeing you shy, he loves this part of you just as much. Unabashed to showing your interests, yet still retaining the girlish charm that had him falling for you in the first place.

“We also have a few superhero-themed things, if you’re interested.” Now that got his attention. And your’s too, it seems, if the way your previously timid gaze lights up is anything to go by.

“Let me guess,” the vendor says as she bends down to get a box hidden beneath her table, “Rex Splode?”

Mark is now two seconds away from crashing out, jaw dropped in an expression so offended that you have to physically shut his mouth before the vendor sees. He should’ve just went to the signing if he knew things were going to turn out like this.

“No, not really,” you laugh, the sound akin to the bells of heaven to Mark’s ears, his expression softening slightly upon seeing you smile. Still, though, Rex? Seriously?

“Oh, so Immortal maybe?” The vendor smiles unknowingly, displaying a case full of superhero-themed makeup pallets, lip balms, and press-on nails. “I’m more of an Atom Eve girl myself, but it’s always cool to know everyone’s favorite.”

Mark makes a noise beside you, a strange mix of a guttural groan and a strained scream that you’re quick to placate with a soft kiss on his cheek, the remnants of your sparkly gloss lingering in place of your lips.

“Well,” you start softly, sparing a shy glance at Mark from the corner of your eye, “I’d like to think of myself as more of an Invincible fan.”

“Oh, I see!” The vendor nods along excitably before directing you to her Invincible collection. “That guy’s pretty popular, so we make sure to carry extra stock for his themed things, but as you can see, it usually isn’t enough.” She laughs, rubbing the nape of her neck with a sheepish smile.

You hum, hands tracing over a palette and a box of press-on nails in Mark’s signature colors. “I’ll take both of these, please.”

“Amazing! That’ll be $32.76. Would you like a bag?”

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head politely, reaching for your purse, but Mark beats you to the punch with cash in hand, thanking the vendor with a smile of his own before turning back to you. You roll your eyes, pressing a thankful kiss to his outstretched cheek with a hopeless smile as you grab your things.

“You know,” the vendor pipes up to Mark just as the two of you turn to leave, “have you ever thought about doing an Invincible cosplay? Though, you’re a bit bulkier than him, but I think it could work—”

“I just remembered that you said you wanted to go to a signing earlier, right babe?!” You drag him away without another word, hand laced tightly in his as you smile up at him. He stares back at you and how your bows and skirt flow with how quickly you drag him away, his pupils practically eclipsed by hearts.

God, he loves you so, so much.

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[prythianpages]

Think of You | Eris x Reader

Eris x Reader | After breaking your heart, Eris thinks you have moved on. But he is wrong.

a/n: sorry this summary sucks but it's basically a part two/reader's POV to this & inspired by Sydney Rose's We Hug Now. This is short, roughly around 650 words.

warnings: angst, mentions of break up (snippets of Eris being mean), mentions of pregnancy

You sat by the open window, the warm Day Court breeze rustling the sheer curtains. It did not matter what time of day it was here, the city was always bathed in golden light and always warm. Something you weren’t used to. Something you weren’t sure you could ever get used to.  

You traced absentminded circles along the rim of your teacup, the scent of spiced apple honey curling into the air. A small taste from home, your brother had said, offering it to you in hopes that it’d ease the sickness that had taken hold of you since the move. He thought it was homesickness, that you were struggling to adjust to the radiant morning sun. And in a way, he wasn’t wrong… 

You did miss home.

But more than anything, you missed him. 

Eris.

It was pathetic. The way he still occupied your mind, even after the way he had shattered you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake him. 

And yet, you were sure you had already faded from his mind. A fleeting indulgence, nothing more. He had probably moved on without a second thought, without a shred of regret. He was a Vanserra, after all. 

Meanwhile, you lay awake at night, replaying every cruel word, every heart-rending moment. You had finally gathered the courage to say those three words, rehearsing them over and over in your head. You had planned for a delivery so casual, despite the depth of your feelings. Because those words had resided in the spark of your eyes, lingered on the tip of your tongue for months. Years, even.

And when you spoke them, the silence that followed had been deafening. It stretched too long and gnawed at the edges of your heart like creeping frost. His face had been unreadable, the fire in his amber eyes extinguished.

And then, he laughed. A quiet, mirthless sound that lacked his usual warmth.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he had said.

“Eris–”

“Don’t do this. Don’t make this into something it isn’t.”

You didn’t know how long you stood there, taking blow after blow and shedding tear after tear. The male that stood before you, the one you had grown to love so deeply, morphed into a complete stranger. Or maybe, you never really knew him at all.

So you did the only thing left for you to do.

You turned and walked away.

And Eris let you. He didn't go after you, didn't come find you the next morning. He just went on with life as if you no longer existed to him.

Desperate to distance yourself from him, you begged your father to let you visit your brother, who was serving as one of Autumn’s emissaries in Day Court. He had been urging you to visit anyway, boasting about the Court’s golden glow and the potential prospects for you.

It's been weeks since you’ve arrived in Day, weeks that you had spent trying to hate Eris. It should’ve been easy...but it wasn’t.

Every time you closed your eyes at night, all you saw was him. The way the harshness of the Autumn Court would leave his face when it was just the two of you or the stupid way his lips had twitched into the ghost of a smile when you showed him that ridiculous little wooden hound you had carved.

Did he still have it? Or had he thrown it away, discarded it along with everything else you once were to him?

Sighing deeply, you set aside your cup of tea–still filled to the brim. Tears pricked at your eyes as your hand drifted to your stomach. How easy it must’ve been for him to move on. How foolish it was of you to believe that Eris was different from every other Autumn male. And how cruel, how utterly ruthless, fate was to you.

Because how could you ever hate Eris? How could you ever forget him? You could keep trying, try to bury the memories. But there was no escaping him, even after all the hurtful things he said. 

Not when the tiniest swell of life beneath your hand grew with each passing day…a piece of him you would carry with you forever.

a/n: I just had to write this before the inspo from the song left. I do have one more drabble/idea in mind that could be a part 3 to this? Kind of scared to commit & make this an actual series but I like the idea of just writing drabbles within this au. idk if that makes sense at all lol.

Pls help me chose the title for this series by voting on this poll.

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[themultifanshipper]

Carlos knew the backstory. Everybody did. It was front page news for weeks. 

Despite the divorce being mostly Charles' fault, he'd taken it like a betrayal. And when you signed with Ferrari as his teammate, the world of Formula One imploded. 

Warnings: threesome, angry sex, bickering, double penetration, reader is a vessel for Charlos to be insane about each other, quite angsty ngl, I had Cruel by Tori Amos on repeat while I wrote this  

Charles' ego never fully recovered from any of it. Even at the start, the fact that you rose through the junior categories so fast, that you got to formula one after him and yet still managed to keep up with him in your rookie season was too much to bare.  

He almost quit. Your Ferrari contract was the closest he ever came to truly losing it. 

He almost sued Fred. For what he didn't know, but someone had to pay. 

You'd been teammates for less than a season when it happened. 

You'd beaten him. In your third F1 season, in equal machinery, in the fastest car on the grid. No safety cars, no technical problems. 

You'd beaten him. Fair and square. 

He physically couldn't handle it.  

He almost smashed his helmet when he got out of the car, all the rage that had built inside him for the past year since he'd discovered you'd signed was about to be unleashed. 

Carlos found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Or the very right place, depending on how you look at it. 

He was walking past the door of your driver's room, on his way to talk to Charles, when he heard what sounded like a screaming match coming from inside. 

Something akin to panic rose inside him and he decided to intervene before either of you got seriously injured. 

It had happened before. You and Charles got a race ban. Fred almost had a heart attack when he got the news that he had to find 2 reserve drivers for a race.

So Carlos stormed in, ready to separate you but he quickly realised his mistake. 

It wasn't a screaming match. Well not really. 

Your loud cries were mostly moans, with angry words thrown in. And Charles was panting above you, responding to everything with as much venom as he could. 

While fucking you. 

It was the strangest thing Carlos had ever seen. The argument was so heated neither of you noticed he was there and he just watched wordlessly while Charles held you down and ploughed into you angrily as you shouted abuse at him. 

Another thing he noticed was that neither of you were really undressed. Charles's race suit was just pushed down around his thighs along with his fireproofs, and you still had your fireproof top on, you bottoms were hanging off one of your legs as if Charles had ripped them off in his haste to get you exposed.  

“What the fuck” 

Carlos couldn't help the words from escaping him and of course your head turned towards him just as he took a step back to go back out the way he'd come. 

“What the fuck do you want?” You snapped. 

Charles stopped fucking you in favour of looking at his ex-teammate. 

“Don't talk to him like that. He's the only person here who doesn't hate you” 

“Is that why you've got your dick inside me, Charles? Because you hate me?” 

“Yes. But I bet he wouldn't mind having his dick inside you either, isn't that right Carlos?” 

The Spaniard opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out as he felt his blood pumping faster and louder in his ears than usual. 

“Don’t be shy, I know you want her” 

The ability to make split-second decisions was vital in their line of work. 

Carlos' jaw clicked shut, and so did the door as he closed it and made his way over to you. 

“I bet you're loving this” you spat at Charles “You've always wanted to show Carlos how much better you are than him” 

You hit a nerve there. 

“Carlos, come over here and make her shut up for me please” 

“Oh you're capable of saying please now? I don't think you've ever said it to me…” 

He thrusted into you as hard as he could to make you stop talking, and your cry of pain made him throb. 

“Carlos, put something in her mouth, now” 

Carlos had seen Charles angry before, perks of being a Ferrari driver for three years, but he'd never seen him look quite so deranged. 

Charles turned you over onto your knees and shoved his cock back inside you roughly.

He pinned your arms behind your back and held you still while Carlos approached. The spaniard kneeled in front of you, pulling his cock out of his fireproofs to stroke it in front of your face. 

This was weird for him, but just like in his career, he wasn't one for ignoring opportunities that presented themselves to him. 

“Suck him” Charles growled and you opened your mouth to take Carlos halfway down. 

Charles wasn't having any of that. He thrust into you and made you gag around Carlos, and the older man groaned as his fingers tangled in your hair. 

Charles knew you could take the rough treatment, but there was a part of him that hoped you were struggling, that somehow he was giving you retribution for all the shit you pulled during the race. 

And in his life. 

It was brutal, and Carlos was just along for the ride as he watched Charles's punishing thrusts push you further down on his cock. 

He pulled you off after only a few minutes because it was getting to him way too fast for his liking. The whole situation was frying his brain.

You heaved in a breath and crawled up his body, coming face to face with him.  

“I know you've always wanted me” you panted, lips inches from his, and it took everything in him to not close the distance and devour you. He couldn't do that to Charles. 

“Wanna know a secret?” You voice was getting shakier as Charles' cock was hitting your sweet spot dead on because of the change of angle. 

Carlos gulped, eyes darting back and forth between your lidded eyes and spit-slick lips that were parted in a half smirk. 

“Sure” he whispered, uncertain. 

“Charles…” you moaned, visibly right on the edge of your orgasm “Charles has always wanted to fuck you” 

And with that your body collapsed against his as you moaned loudly and rode out the waves of euphoria. 

His eyes landed on Charles and got a powerful shock to his system when he saw that Charles was already staring at him.

His eyes were dark while he continued the languid movement of his hips. 

That revelation felt like a punch to the gut, and it's a good thing that nothing was touching his cock in that moment because would have come on the spot just at the way Charles was looking at him. He'd never seen so much raw want in someone's eyes before. 

Charles had a plan forming in his head. He wanted Carlos to fuck you. 

He wanted you to get fucked. Not just in the literal sense, he wanted you to get. Fucked. 

He needed you to feel his pain.

You were so high on adrenaline from your first orgasm you barely registered Charles' spit soaked fingers slipping inside your ass. 

Your muscles were loose so he didn't meet much resistance as he stretched you out, just enough to take his cock without any problems. 

He hadn't done this in a while. Not with you, and he'd forgotten how slick you got from this, how much your body craved it. 

And he craved it just as much. 

So without further ado he pulled out of your sweet cunt and pushed in to your other twitching hole slowly. 

It was torture, it was heaven, it was too fast and too slow. 

It was... perfect.

As if rehearsed, Carlos shuffled closer, trapping you between the two men's bodies, and you felt his wet tip poke your inner thigh. 

“Carlos” you breathed, “Fuck me, please- I need you inside me” 

It was like he was in a trance, he nodded at you, intense eyes following the movement of your tongue wetting your lips. 

He hooked a hand under one of your thighs, lifting it to wrap it around his hip before lining himself up. He pushed the tip in, and groaned when he felt your velvety walls swallow him in greedily. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked 

“No you cannot!” Charles growled at him.

“I wasn't talking to you” Carlos snapped back but you didn't let either of them say another word as you grabbed Carlos' hair and smashed your lips together messily. 

Charles grunted and decided to focus on the way his cock was stretching your puffy rim around it. 

Carlos pushed in to the hilt and all three of you groaned. The fullness overwhelmed you and you had to take a second to breathe while the two men realised they could feel each other inside your body. 

You felt completely boneless, pushed to the limit by the guys inside you, selfishly chasing their own pleasure while you struggled to hold onto your sanity. 

You hadn't even noticed them lock lips. 

You were squeezed between their bodies while Carlos' hand weaved its way into Charles' hair to pull him into a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth. 

The drag of their cocks inside you made you feel full and overstimulated, but you felt like you would die if they stopped, it felt too good. 

They were basically ignoring your presence, the body they felt between them was invisible while they made out, so to them it felt like they were mutually fucking each other. 

And if they were honest with themselves, this had been a long time coming.  

You saw them when they were teammates. You and Charles were at the dreg-end of your marriage and of course the tension and chemistry between the two men was undeniable, to you, and to anyone that possessed a functional pair of eyes. 

And here they were, wrapped around the barrier that both separated them and brought them together. 

You and Charles were over, but maybe, just maybe, there was hope. 

Hope for what? No idea. But this was certainly quite a bit of change in a short space of time, and there was no way of going back after this. 

Charles was approaching his end, and Carlos was lost in the feeling of the wet tight heat around his cock. 

“Gonna come” Charles grunted and Carlos hummed.  

“Go on then Charles” he growled, still holding the younger man's head close by his hair. “Come for me” 

The slight tug on his scalp made Charles lose it, and he cried out while his hips jerked uncontrolably. 

Carlos wasn't far behind, and they both filled you to the brim as your own body jerked with the shock of a weak orgasm they somehow managed to pull out of you at the very last moment. 

Charles pulled his fireproofs back on properly and gave you a disgusted look. 

“Next time you know what to expect.” 

He stormed out, leaving you and Carlos in a tense silence. 

You were slumped against the back of the couch, not making any move to clean yourself up. 

You were staring at the floor. Carlos felt the need to ask you if you were alright. 

“I'm fine. I can handle Charles, we were married for 4 years…” you gulped and kicked off the fireproofs that were still clinging to your leg. 

“I'm sorry” 

You looked at Carlos. “For what?” 

“I've wanted you for a long time” he said simply, and your gaze softened. 

“I’ve always known that. Charles did too. It was reason number four hundred and eighty six for our divorce” 

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. 

“I never imagined it would happen like this”  

You smiled and took one of his hands in yours. 

“Life never happens the way we expect it to. All we can do is make the best of it…” 

Carlos scrunched his nose. “That is very cliché.” 

You laughed “Yeah, I get philosophical after getting my brains fucked out” 

A light blush dusted over Carlos' cheeks when he realised you were still half naked, and probably leaking his cum all over the couch. 

“Do you want some help to clean up?” 

You nodded and he picked you up carefully, carrying you over to the small bathroom. 

Now was his chance, his opportunity, and he refused to screw it up like Charles had all those years ago. 

[cooliocumbucket]

WY@

summary: what happens when you're caught during the invincible war by no goggles before he demolishes the guardians and you're "unfriendly" exes in his dimension.

notes: brent faiyaz and no sleep were the inspirations behind this one 🫡

shiesty mark and no!goggles mark are personal faves of mine but I'm sure if i wrote no!goggles like how he's seen 🤔 extra content for them regardless!

feel free to still request!

no goggles!mark x female!reader

tags: dubious consent, rough sex, female!reader, praise kink, mdni, 18+, light angst

i be doing shit i really shouldn't do fr....

"You know you are impossible to keep track of, man!" The alleyway your hunter had you cornered in seemed to grow tighter the further you ran, anywhere literally anywhere seemed to be better.

The dead-end made the reality of your situation feel even more damning and you grappled with what you were turning to face.

Invincible.

"I think you should probably stop there or are you gonna phase through the wall, Kitty Pryde?" He laughed at his own joke as your eyes frantically searched for an exit.

You knew Invincible, of course, you knew the insanely powerful superhero who flew around your city with freedom you wish you had but without the burden of lives, he insisted on saving.

This deranged bizzaro version that stood in front of you, wasn't him, however, and the familiarity he seemed to have with you made it even clearer.

"What is it with you and taking off, dude!?" Invincible asked and your brain flipped through memories to pinpoint when you'd been in the same vicinity.

"I thought with dimensions there were supposed to be like differences?" He pondered out loud, "Subtle but not so subtle shit across the multiverse you know?"

He was floating at first before his feet planted to the ground and personal space didn't exist between you anymore.

He tugged at a loose string on your t-shirt, his touch sending a shiver down your back.

Tears involuntarily began to stream down your face as death seemed to be an edge you were insanely close to teetering over.

"What the fuck are you crying for?" Invincible narrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, "If I wanted to hurt you, you'd be hurt, duh." He rolled his eyes like it was obvious. As if your heart wasn't going to beat out of your chest and explode on the ground at his feet from anxiety.

Your silence must've bothered him, Invincible inspecting your face even closer.

"You don't got anything to say?" He prodded, terrified blinking your response as he grew slightly frustrated.

"Come onnn, say something!" Invincible urged electricity in his eyes.

"Are you really not going to hurt me?"

"Hmmm I could,"On the spot, he wrapped a hand around your throat and you regretted ever learning how to speak, "It wouldn't take like any effort for me to crush your windpipe and pop your head off." You braced for him to do what he described instead he touched his forehead on yours.

"But killing you quick would defeat the purpose of finding you, ya know?"

Without thinking you shoved him as hard as you could from your space, a sudden boldness coursing through you that should've sealed your fate.

Instead he went back to gazing at you, the push having no effect on him in any capacity.

"How the fuck do you know who I am!?" There were plenty of other things you could've asked but your brain was barely processing this interaction to think of them.

Why did it have to be you?

Why were you targeted by the lunatic?

"If two plus two equals four, and portals equal multiple me's then the answer to your question would beee," He grinned at you expectantly, as if you were on a game show.

Like he hadn't just threatened to take your head from your neck.

Deciding to engage him, in the hopes it'd buy you more time you gulped back nerves.

"You're an Invincible who was close with a different me?"

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a lady with common sense!"

"But like in what way?"

'There's no way in hell I was dating this guy' you thouht to yourself, unaware of how wrong you were.

"Now there's a question you should've been asked, dude." His casual nature scared you more than a domineering presence could, in instant it could be switched- the blood that stained his hands was proof, his entire demeanor was proof of it actually.

"We were big-time in love, super duper committed to each other where I'm from, "He pointed between your bodies,"You wouldn't see either of us without the other type spiel."

"Whirlwind high school sweethearts who followed each other to college and what was supposed to be onward to the stars," Invincible prattled on, pumping up the dramatics the more he spoke, the back of his hand pressed onto his forehead for effect. "I loved you more then air, then blood and gore, then-"

"What-" Before you could finish, his hand was already moving making you clamp your mouth closed. The soaring punch he landed on the brick wall behind you crushed the structure the impact of his fist leaving a mini crater. Through your peripheral vision you could see multiple crumbles of cement fall and your feet could feel the reverberate just from how powerful his punch was.

This felt like warning number two.

"You should never interrupt anybody when they're talking, it's like really rude." He spoke deathly serious with a pout that rivaled a puppy dog's.

"I'm sorry." You said shaking, the apology's purpose to placate him but he wasn't easily swayed.

"No, you're not."

"I am." You begged, almost believing yourself but you knew he truly didn't.

That flip was switched again and he was grinning once more.

"Nah you know you're not." The intense gaze he bore into you continued, your eyes drifting for a second and he gripped your chin in place, still smiling, "You aren't different from my y/n at all, and she never meant any apology she gave." Releasing your chin he cracked his neck in boredom, eyes shifting up at the darkening sky.

"You know I'm getting the vibe you aren't interested in what I'm saying, and its honestly super hurtful." Gulping you figured that if the option to talk to him was removed the other one he was thinking wasn't pleasant.

"No I care!" You blurted out, Invincible looking at you without belief.

"You sure you want me to finish?" You thrashed your head up and down making him shrug his shoulders, "Alright, man."

"I made a mistake like any person does, "He waved his hand absent-mindedly, "I killed a couple thousand people and then suddenly it was like a ghost town with us, pun intended."

"You abandoned me, told me you'd love me no matter how much blood I had to spill and then shat on those words like it was nothing. Like what we had was nothing." He couldn't keep the bitterness from his tone even if he tried, his eyes downcast for a second in memory."But at least this time we're starting on an honest foot, hotness."

"Honest foot?"

"You think I did all that work of tracking you down for fucking fun?" Invincinble shook his head with a toothy grin, "I mean I kinda did but without me loving you I'd have no motivation, baby."

"But you just said I abandoned you."

"Yeah, that doesn't mean I don't want you."He scoffed, pursing his lips, "Who in love doesn't have problems?"

To you, you were strangers and to him you were his second chance at control.

"I don't even know you're name."

"It's Mark, Markkk,"He sounded out the syllables, slow. "Say Mark, come on you can do it."

"Mark?" You tested it on your tongue with hesitation but He swooned out loud still, unable to resist kissing you.

His lips crashed against yours, all logic being lost in how passionately he kissed you.

It wasn't gentle or slow he threw all of his emotions onto you at once. His movements were hungry and frenzied each twist of his tongue searching for more of your mouth to taste.

You tapped at his chest for a breath but he only held you tighter moaning into your mouth with a desperation that had you tightening your thighs. The print in his suit rubbed against your front in a sinful rhythm, your pussy becoming wetter by the second.

A thin trail of saliva was your only connection when you finally broke apart but he hadn't dropped his arms from the embrace.

"You never could hold out on me for long!" He bit his bottom lip hard with excitement, "Let's give that you're not the same theory a test."

i think this time i'll be through fr....

"You're soooo good," He slurred his words with so much happiness, dick covered in your cream from how fast and hard he was moving.

Your cheek was smushed against the wall he punched and you could barely keep your balance as he fucked you like a toy.

"Pleaseee," You couldn't get your request out as you came once more, body squirming from good you felt.

Straining to watch your fucked out face, you could hear his frustrated tsking.

"You know this position isn't any good for some face time." Mark flipped you with ease, back hitting the wall as he slid easily in practically purring from how slick your pussy felt.

"Muchhh better." His mask was off and you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. The darkness in his eyes still hadn't left and what scared you was how it was beginng to spur you on.

"Nobody can ever take me like you can," He panted feverishly, fingers gripping your neck to keep control, "Ever."

"You hear that?" your wetness spoke for you but he still forced your jaw open with his thumb, spit on his hand, "I know you heard my question, what I say about being rude?" Your wrapped your legs around his waist tighter as he slammed you up and down his length on repeat.

"I do!" You sobbed walls clenching around his dick, feeling so full. You'd never been fucked with this much intensity and it was overwhelming.

"Who did that?"He forced your neck down, your eyes stuck on how much of your cum covered his girth.

"You did-" You whimpered gasping when he snapped his hips at a different angle.

"I think it was a team effort." He murmured teasingly in your ear before biting it, strokes becoming sloppier. Your hands rested on his shoulders then went up to hold onto something.

Mark twitched inside you from the sensation of your pulling his hair, and you found yourself hoping he'd fill you to brim with cum.

"Pull it some more," Your fingers sunk into the back of his hair, and you tugged but it wasn't enough,"Harder, as hard as you can!"

You felt like you were about to rip his hair out but as his eyes rolled to the back his head and his thrusting grew more hurried you knew he was close.

Sinking his teeth into your neck as he came, nut dripping onto the ground from how much it was he still continued to fuck into you.

You were just getting started.

[kenyummy]

✰ 05. the ballad of a bygone blight.

✰ ꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ platonic yandere batfam / spider! reader ꒱

✰ 05. your closed-off heart.

SYNOPSIS : being spidey isn't easy. being transported into an alternate universe where you're nothing but a shadow in your house, makes sneaking around a little easier... until you find yourself the apple of their eye... kind of.

note: avoidant attachment damian is canon to me okay. it's canon to me... </3 also pretty long chap idk how many words but it's a bunch

prev. ✰ masterlist ✰ next.

The sky has fallen to an ashen black by the time you've all settled down and watched a fun game show together; so different from the ones back home.

After those hours of catching up—you've made sure to be careful with your words and not mention anything about any alternate universes. You can't—not with that lingering stare behind you, after all.

Whether they realised your avoidance of the topic or simply didn't think to bring it up—you were glad the rest of your friends never even hinted at it once, either.

Now you were back, sitting on the couch under a low, flickering light and cuddled up beside Johnny and Franklin.

"Franklin..." Your voice is low. Said boy is cooped up to your side, snoring softly as he drools onto you. You avert your gaze toward Sue and Reed. "How's his... mutation going? It's pretty rough being so strong so young."

Johnny glowers at the sight of Franklin so attached to your left arm—even though he's just as close, if not closer to you than his nephew is. If he were sunken any farther into you, he'd practically be in your lap.

Sue sighs, pressing her palm against her face with an exasperated look. "After that whole incident with Annihilus, his power has been developing so drastically, we aren't sure on what may occur next. He's so... he is so strong. We asked the Professor about it, and his only advice was for when we believe we cannot properly help him develop, to send him to his school."

Reed slinks his hand into his wives', gripping tightly. "But I don't think it'll come to that. Franklin... is a good kid. I don't believe he will ever lost control of himself, not like the Professor is afraid he will. Regardless—he's doing fine, and that was the reason we took him with us."

The mood is sunken, a little bit quieter as you rake your nails over Frankin' scalp—gently. Such a power so young—you remember the first time you were told this young boy was creating pocket universes under his bed at three. Two years later, and he's developed the abilities comparable to that of a god.

To be so incredible is a blessing—but for a child like Franklin, it can feel like a curse often times. You would know, you think solemnly, palm falling over his cheek.

Ben sinks into the dented couch, leaning back with a knee crossed over his leg. He breaks the silence with ease and that lovely Yancy Street accent, "That, and we didn't wanna let Tony babysit again."

"Oh yeah," Johnny grimaces. "Last time he was left alone with Frankie, he made him a suit and he flew all the way to the Carribean!"

You slap a hand over your mouth, turning to Johnny and laughing, "I heard about that! Didn't you nearly get sunk by Namor and his Atlanteans?"

Johnny hisses and looks to the side—the tips of his ears alighting with a flicker. You reach up and pat out the flame, brushing his hair back as he hides his face from your view.

Judging by the smug, knowing look Sue shoots her younger brother, you assume he was pretty annoyed by your pampering.

Despite this, the mood has become lighter. You aren't worried about what may happen in the future, or what could possibly go wrong with the young child beside you.

"Don't even mention him, or any bad guy—" Johnny slumps down, head reeking back dramatically. "I'm going stir-crazy not being able to get out and fight 'em."

Ben gives him a pointed look, "brows" furrowing, "Yer sounding less stir-crazy and more batshit mental. Ya gotta get out more."

"Tell that to him!" The blonde juts his thumb towards Reed, who simply averts his eyes. "He's the one who said we can't be seen in this unknown place."

"Yeah, it's a shame, isn't it?" You cross your arms. "While you're all resting here, I have to go out and fight crime all day. Lucky me."

Johnny raises his hands in defence, "Yeah, you are lucky. I'd kill to get out and get some action. I'm tired of being cooped up in here all day like the world doesn't need me."

"Don't go getting a big head, Johnny." Sue frowns. "This world has survived fine without you. I'm sure it'll live even without you, as well."

Johnny and Sue start to bicker in the traditional sibling fashion—shooting the other glares and mocks, all the while Reed seems to be deep in thought. (And as always, Ben is simply enjoying the scene in front of him).

"Actually..." Reed speaks up—catching the attention of everybody in the room with ease. "Perhaps... it could be a good thing to go public. It would give us an easy way to collect materials we need if we could go out and use our powers freely."

"... Reed? You can't be serious—" Sue blinks in shock.

Ben slams his two rocky fists together, "Hell yeah! It's been a minute since I said my favourite line—"

"—It's clobberin' time, we know." Johnny shakes his head. Ben simply shoots the matchstick a glare.

"That aside; it'll help us make that..." Reed hums, glancing at you for a moment, "That very intricate device we'd been needing to create. The last one was created by the combined nature of me, Tony, and Hank—so making it alone may provide more difficult, but absolutely not impossible. Not much tech to work with, either... this might take a while..."

Sue places a hand on her husbands shoulder, and he seems to break out of the strange mumble he reduced his voice to. "Thank you, Susan. But yes—given we collect the right resources and I have time to work on this, we should be able to remake it."

"That's great!" You smile, grin brightening. You could go home! You could actually go home! Not sure when—but soon couldn't come soon enough. "You guys can fight alongside me, and now this! This is great news!"

"Eh ... I already told you Reed was making some of that crazy tech stuff, didn't I?" Johnny shrugs, resting his head to the side. "Besides—It's Reed. Why wouldn't be tinkering with some weird invention?"

"... Thank you for the vote of confidence, Johnny." Reed murmurs, eyes falling to the side. "If we want to make something as intricate as... that, from scratch, we'll definitely need the most brilliant minds helping."

"Ah... yeah. Too bad Tony isn't here, huh? Hank, too. They'd be a real help." You smile sadly, looking to the side.

"Actually, [name], I'd rather like you to look over some of the teleporters with me. Give your opinion on what I should do with what I have."

"R... really?" You look up at him with sparkly eyes. "You really...?"

He nods, smiling. You bite down on the insides of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning madly—instead, you opt to rushing over and wrapping your arms around his neck, jumping up and down.

"Thank you! Yeah, I'd be—" You pull back, coughing with a flushed face. "I'd be totally honoured. Yeah. Um—I promise to not get any webs on them this time!"

"I'll take your word for it," Reed chuckles. Happiness practically bursts out of your chest at the recognition from the smartest man in the world.

Perhaps you were more than you gave yourself credit for—and way more than what that family gave you credit for.

You sit back down and Franklin crawls back into your lap, snoring softly. Johnny attaches himself to your side and keeps a warm arm snug around your shoulder, smiling down at you.

The warm fuzzy feeling pools down at the bottom of your stomach and each time you laugh, you feel your heart grow fonder.

You had never felt so at home in this strange place. These four—these five—this was your family, and you'd never feel otherwise.

Damien feels a tug in his chest. More than a tug, actually—it's like a rope has tied a noose around his ribs and is rattling them repeatedly.

He's biting down so hard on his lips and the inside of your cheek that blood seeps from between chapped lips. He chews them raw—not even noticing the pain.

He hadn't even realised when he pulled his katana out from its holster on his back. He hadn't realised when he gripped it so taut his knuckles turned a milky white. He hadn't even realised when his eyes zeroed in on the sight of you cuddling up with that dark-haired boy.

Allowing him close to you—clinging to your arm so pathetically and pressing his face against your stomach as if he'd done it a hundred times over and acting like you're his older sibling or something stupid like that—

Damian steadies his erratic breathing. Unscrunching his face, but he cannot seem to stop glaring daggers. Even when he makes eye contact with that man—Reed, he believes you referred to him as—he does not tear his sharp gaze away.

You stare so tenderly at the young boy (younger than Damian is. By a few years or so, most likely). You cradle his cheek in your hand with such love it makes your actual brother, your blood brother, feel sick to his stomach.

Raking your fingers through his hair like you'd never done with your siblings before. Holding him close like you wished to protect him from the world and all the horrors within it.

How could you possibly hope to protect this... Frankie, when you cannot even protect yourself? The scarring left from the bullet still lay on your shoulder, a ghostly reminder of how you became victim to the evil this city holds.

A reminder to Damian on how he must protect you now. As his duty.

In this cruel world, you have lost to it—and yet, you choose to coddle others? You choose to keep others safe and close to your heart, but never your family?

His heart is lit aflame with rage. His jaw is taut and clenched tightly—feeling his teeth grit beneath his tongue and his mind fizzle with boiling anger. He hadn't felt this irrational in so long. Not until...

He doesn't remember ever seeing you in a such a light. He doesn't remember seeing you.

But now he does—and now, he feels so much fuming ferocity. Watching you send the softest of smiles to him and allowing him to feel your soft, untainted touch.

(A touch not tainted by years of relentless crime fighting—a silky grasp that could only be given by that kind of regularity Damian had never known).

Much earlier, he had realised you were that vigilante he met so long ago. That spider-like fiend who seemed to have those never-endingly sticky webs.

This is why you'd been skipping classes so often, and why he never saw you around. That's why he hadn't seen those pitiful eyes be directed toward his two, barely there elder brothers, after each and every violent patrol.

That is why you have become so distant. So far away—Drake had described it. Damian didn't bother to listen because he didn't care enough to.

That doesn't matter. In the end, none of it matters. Not to him. It didn't change his image of you.

He hadn't known you long enough for it to shift in any way—nor had he ever tried to. Despite this, he is content. If this new version of you is all he will ever know, then so be it. This will be his you—the sincerity in your touch and the love in your eyes.

(Yet, never seen toward him).

He has little time to ponder and brood. Before he knows it—the glass door is sliding open and, on that balcony, he is no longer alone.

You hesitate for a moment before speaking. "Damian?"

He blinks. He is not used to hearing his name from your mouth in anything but a furious tone. Yet, despite this—it is anything bur the saccharine way you told that Franklin he's your favourite—

"Damian. Why did you follow me?" You demand, voice more firm than your question-like tone before.

You stand before him, arms crossed under your chest and a hard expression on your face. Stern. Like a real older sibling. He had never seen you make that kind of face before.

(For whatever odd reason, he feels small again. Like lowering his head and apologising for something he had not even done—you've never had that sort of effect before).

... And yet, despite all he's acted like in the past; in this present moment, he doesn't know what to say to you. Very uncharacteristical.

(For that Franklin, it came so easy. Like running up to you with those stupid googly eyes was the most regular thing to him. Damian doesn't believe he will ever be able to feel as normal as that).

Fortunately, he manages to scrounge up some words to say like it was a board game. "I... happened to catch you swinging here. In that ridiculous costume and to your even more ridiculous friends."

Your brow twitches in annoyance at his words. He notices it so wholly that it strikes deep into his chest. Why are you so dissatisfied with him? Why does it make him so unfathomably upset?

"One, my costume is cool. Two, my friends aren't ridiculous. Don't talk about them like that." Your tone is upset.

All these strong emotions hit him like a freight train and suddenly he doesn't know how to speak properly. Don't look at him like that. Why are you so kind to that other child, but you are so cruel toward him? It's unfair. Absolutely unfair.

He must've been quiet longer than he realised. Clutching the bottom of his cape tight into his blood-bathed grip, practically shaking. He must look so utterly pathetic for you to offer him menial pity.

(Just like you used to—except now it feels like a wave crashing against the shore, covering the burning lava stones in a cool tide).

"So, you know, then?" You glance downward at Damian after pinching your temple. He breaks his eye contact with the concrete and looks back to you. "That I'm that spider hero."

...

"Yes. After seeing your school bag webbed up, it was far too obvious."

You glance downwards once more. To the strap wrapped around his shoulder, connected to your bag. He tries to shuffle it discreetly behind him, but he knows you've spotted it when a smile crawls onto your lips.

Gritting his teeth—yet this time he does not feel that same blaring anger as before—he decides that hiding it was useless and opts to shove it into your arms roughly, before he can even think.

"The leather is crumpled. You need a new bag," He says, matter-of-factly. You grasp onto the leather with wide eyes; gaze shifting from it to him.

"... I know. It's been like this..." You aren't exactly sure on how long, exactly—but you're sure it's been... "For a while. I'm used to it."

Damian pauses, eyes narrowed and lips turned down into a sneer. He's practically offering, and yet you still deny? You pretend everything is fine and you are strong.

...

You lean down the slightest. "... Still. Thanks for considering me."

You almost can't believe you're thanking this younger brother for the bare minimum—but from what you've seen, that bare minimum isn't seen much in your household. (Especially towards you).

Despite this... you have always had a soft spot for kids. You ruffle his dark hair and he practically squawks, slapping your hands away like it burnt.

He recoils back, hissing, "Who do you think you are?! Don't patronise me!"

You chuckle and move back, brushing off your hands. He watches that action like a hawk. "... Are you going to tell them?"

"TT. About your little side hobby playing dress up?"

You want to point out how he does the exact same thing. But you don't, because you know it will lead to nothing good.

Damian sneers, turning his head to the side, "I don't care for what you do in your spare time. As long as I do not have to be there to save you every time."

"Fair enough. This can be our little secret, then." You nod. "... You can go now. I'm just going to suit up and sneak back in."

"Is that what you have been doing for the past several weeks?"

"Guilty as charged," you shrug, pressing on the necklace pendant sitting comfortably between your collarbones. "If nobody notices, then I don't think it's that big of a deal. I mean—"

He watches in fascination as the minuscule robots crawl over your body and form into the familiar Spidey suit.

You tuck your hair in as the mask forms. "—Most of them are barely home to begin with, and it's not like Bruce has spare time to be worrying about this."

... "Don't you mean father?"

You stare at him weird. "What?"

"You called father Bruce." His eyes narrow furthur.

"Oh. Right." You must've become accustomed to not saying father. Uncle Ben was the only father you'd ever had, and it wasn't like you were going around calling him that, since you know—he was your uncle. "Yeah. That's what I meant."

Damien doesn't reply this time. He throws on the hood of his costume, turning his back toward your costumed form.

You walk back inside into the dimly-lit room, engulfing those people in warm hugs you'd never spared any of them before.

He leaps off the roof and swings away into the night, face unreadable; mind consumed with little crime and more thoughts of you.

Perhaps he was... wrong about you. Less helpless, but still just as weak. And a lot more confusing. Unfair. So much confliction.

Though, he feels his chest beat strangely warm when he tousles his hair back to its regular style.

Swinging in through the window in your room and with one click on your necklace, you land flat on your heels.

Peering around, you hum at your empty, dark room and change into a pair of pyjamas.

It's been a day or two since you'd eaten here. Usually you'd go around as Spidey and picking up some takeout as you swing back home, or go to Harry's house for some dinner (since Norman had taken a strong, un-evil liking to you in this world).

But today, you'd been too wrapped up to even think about dinner. You'd missed the familiarity of Sue's warm cooking but you hadn't even thought to ask while you were there. Damn.

It's way too late to go out and get something now. Crap. You really got ahead of yourself, didn't you?

You put on your pair of fuzzy slippers, and swing open your door. It's late, so most of them should be out on patrol.

You'll probably only run into Alfred, at best. You can live with those kinds of odds.

You walk down the stairway and towards the kitchen (it took you a bit—learning the ropes of this place was harder than it looked). Your steps sluggishly drawl across the floor as you yawn.

Being Spidey sure was tiring. Post-patrol naps were always the highlight of your week, but you could never do it on an empty stomach.

As quietly as possible, you begin to rummage around in the larger-than-life fridge. Fruit, condiments, almost all ingredients than actual food.

You groan. You hate rich people. Aunt May always used to just buy a bunch of pre-cooked meals whenever she was away—you'd become so accustomed to it.

Maybe there were leftovers? ... Do rich people even keep leftovers? You slouch down at the thought.

You open a few drawers just to find a pile of spinach of all things. Then fruity flavoured drinks. Some more vegetables. Lots of vegetables. A child's waking nightmare.

"There's a pack of pizza pockets in the third drawer in the second row."

You barely even react, hand already inching for the drawer. You open it, and find it. You hum.

Your sense acts up when you hear footsteps approaching—you glance over your shoulder to see a man you have not previously met before, but have seen.

That blob of red—that figure you saw before everything went black and when a bullet was lodged in your shoulder. It was him.

A white tuft of hair in the middle of his forehead and a jaded expression. A red helmet under his arm and a pizza pocket in the other hand.

It was undoubtedly him.

"Jason..." You try your hardest to not make it sound like a question.

His expression remains unchanged. "[name]. You... your shoulder is all healed up already."

You glance at your exposed shoulder. There is barely any visibly sign of a wound ever being there. Perks to a healing factor—well, you heal. Downsides to a healing factor—people start asking questions.

"It didn't hit me too deep... and Bruce got me the best hospital stuff, too." You put the pizza pockets on a plate then stuff it into the microwave. The beep resounds in the quiet as you lean back on the counter. "Guess I got lucky."

"Didn't feel so lucky when you were bleeding out in my arms, did you?" His eyes narrow and you think you may have said the wrong thing. "What the hell were you even doing out at that hour? What the fuck were you thinking?"

Oh, I was just dropped in from another universe and switched places with Wayne-ie here. No biggie.

Yeah, no way in any of the layers in hell. Facing Galactus head on feels like a safer task than telling him that. You shake your head, trying to formulate a proper excuse.

"I was hanging out with my friends. Lost track of time."

His eyes widen at your sheer audacity to say that—then, his brows furrow and he steps forward, "Don't give me that shit. You never go out past ten. Bruce won't let you. We drilled it into your head you'd die out there. And look—you nearly did. Don't you dare sit here and lie to me, [name], because I swear to God—"

Your jaw clenches and you have to hold your hands behind your body—pressed against hard granite—to stop yourself from pushing him back.

You hiss, low and tense, "What do you know? You'd never stay long enough to find out."

You remember flipping through that diary. The words getting scratchier and the paper getting more crumpled as you went on.

"You'd never stayed longer than a few days. You'd never even looked at me even then."

As you became older, you became hateful.

"You could see Dick. You could hate Tim. And despite everything, you could bring yourself to like him. You even tolerated Damian."

But you also became sad. Increasingly so. So miserable, trapped in that newborn skin you'd never truly seemed to break out of.

"I didn't care that you killed people. I didn't care that you never stayed for long. I didn't care that you hated Bruce."

So lost, so desperate for that touch you'd received so long ago; you never really grown up, had you?

"I didn't care that you'd never stay for him. For Dick. For any of the others."

So bitter. It's no wonder you'd never talked to them. It's no wonder—

"But damn it, Jason—"

"I really thought that you could've stayed for me."

—that he's staring at you in such horror.

None of this came from your heart. This entire speech was scripted on a piece of paper—by a version of you who felt so much pain and hate for those who abandoned you so easily.

But... looking at his expression now—you think it's something he needed to hear. Something that couldn't be left unsaid any longer. All the feelings pent up in them (in you, one could say) and the words they were to afraid to speak aloud. The words you were not afraid to say.

His lips parted, eyes wide as he doesn't reply. How can he? What could he ever, possibly say?

That he was doing this for your own good? That he never wanted you to see the man he had become? To never want to sully that image of that older brother who played tag with you when you were younger?

How does he tell you about the bullet he put through the skull of the Penguin goons with smoking guns he'd found minutes after he saw you bleeding out in a dirty alleyway? He couldn't possibly tell you about that.

How could he ever tell you that this was all for you—when you were hurting so badly?

(Hurting without him? Had you missed him all these years, so terribly? The thought brings some sort of twisted satisfaction. Sick reassurance. That, despite everything, you still loved him).

How could Jason Todd ever show you that he cares without destroying everything he was before? The answer was simple to him—he can't. He thought you knew. He thought—

...

Now, everything doesn't feel so simple. His sunken eyes search all over your face in frantic motions. Your eyes are so blank, and you don't even look to be feeling anything.

Are you tired? Of this? Of him? Just what did that bullet do to you?

The beeping of the microwave catches both of your attention before he has a chance to say something he will likely regret.

You turn your head to the side, and slip away from where he had cornered you against the granite. "Pizza pocket's done."

You glance his way, and he feels pathetic. Absolutley, spectacularly pathetic. "... Want some?"

You sit in incredibly uncomfortable silence, chewing on the food. At least it was good. Familiar.

Clearly there was a lot to discuss between the both of you. ... Jason and this other you, at least.

(Or was it you, the one who was shot? You could never truly tell).

There's so much to say, so little time. Jason could never stay, and definitely not around you. All these years—this world's you thought he hated them. Despised them.

Now, his expression feels like the complete opposite. Longing.

You shove the rest of the pizza pocket into your mouth, wiping off the stray greasy cheese off the corners of your lips.

"I meant what I said earlier." You clarify, as if he needed it. "And I don't appreciate you only getting on my ass after all this time, only when something bad happens. You don't get to do that. That's not how this works."

You gesture between the two of you and his heart feels like its been stabbed with the sharpest of knives.

Then, it twists.

You were always his favourite. The sweetest. The little kid he'd once held so dearly and near his heart. Until that heart stopped and turned into the deepest black, poisoned and compromised.

How could he ever risk poisoning you, too?

He wanted to keep you safe, and somewhere, somehow—he came to the conclusion that the only way you'd br safe is if you were away from him. Kept at a distance. Staying at arm's length.

Now, he isn't sure he was ever thinking of how safe you'd be. Not when he'd seen you, light-headed and bleeding. Not when you were practically dying in his arms and he couldn't do shit except kill those stupid fucking goons; because what is he good for if not revenge?

"I miss the old days," you say. But there's a distinct lack of emotion in your voice. As if it wasn't even you who was saying this. "But to hang onto them forever—when will we ever move on?"

...

He doesn't know. He doesn't think he can. Those are the only memories he has of you. Of himself.

Jason pinches the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling his heart pound and stomach feeling sick. This sort of uncanny, soul-consuming feeling—it only ever happened whenever he would look at you.

Eyes blurry and vision failing him, he wants to go. To run. But at the same time, he wants to keep you close. Make sure nothing will ever happen again. Make sure you never feel that pain again.

His head is going to split. He doesn't know what to do.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His hands sink into his hair, and his jaw is clenched impossibly tight.

"I just..." His voice is quieter than he wanted it to be. Shakier. Almost timid. He feels like a boy again. That same child you'd stare at so reverently. He doesn't know when he was beginning to forget that. "I just wanted to keep you safe. That's all I ever wanted."

You're almost tired of this. Pissed off. Is that all they say? Is that really all they say to tell you why they'd kept you so far away? The distance was all-consuming. You'd noticed it in the first week you lived here. You couldn't even begin to imagine that kind of "love" all your life.

"Then, you were doing it all wrong." You say, simply. It sounds like you know. Like you have experience. Like a wise old wizard who'd "seen it all before". "I'm not incapable (truly, you are not) and my life is my own. Keeping me safe isn't trying to keep everything the same, like it is as it was."

He lifts his head from his hands when your chair pushes behind you, screeching across wooden boards.

"I'm sorry you had to find me like that. But... you don't get it. You don't know..." You swallow. "You don't know enough about me now to judge whether I need protecting or not. You never did."

... You're right. He never did. He still doesn't. Jason never watched you grow up. He never got the chance to see you go through your awkward teen years. Get your first boyfriend. Scare the shit out of him. He didn't get to hang out with you and get ice-cream after school.

He never got the chance to do anything of these things. Not with you. Never with the one most dear to him, and his small, dark heart.

But that could change. Starting now, he could change. He would. He could. He will. For you.

He stares, eyes blankening. Then, they fill with something dark. A nervous shiver runs down your spine and your sense starts tingling in the back of your mind.

He speaks, low and steady. The shakiness is gone and you're not sure what went on in his head—but he sounds so sure now. So certain.

"Then, I will."

It's not a threat or a claim—but a withheld promise. The heaviness of it weighs down on you, and you aren't sure whether you should feel safe or scared.

He gets out of his chair and walks over to you. Unconsciously, you hold your breath, blood running cold as he stalks closer. That huge imposing frame that (probably) used to hold some semblance of comfort toward you; now terrified you to the bone.

His big hand rests atop your head, and ruffles your hair. "Starting now, I'll get to know you again. Then, everything can go back to normal."

... Did he even listen to a word you said?

He sends you a smile as he leaves the top of your head a tangled mess, slipping on his helmet and walking away.

You're left alone, heart pumping wildly in your chest and your brain throbbing with that buzz. Every sense and nerve on full alert—you sink down into that chair and pull your knees to your chest.

You think you may have bitten off a bit more than you can chew.

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[lovebyhyun]

the rush

genre : fluff, han jisung x reader

synopsis : when your best friend is finally ready to give his feelings for you a name.

warnings : jisung is shy, reader is unaware of jisung’s feelings, slightest mention of masturbation if you squint

a/n : can someone send me a request so i can check if they even work pls? lmao

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Jisung has always noticed that odd warmth unveiling uncomfortably in his stomach everytime he caught himself staring at you for a bit longer than intended.

He felt every single one of his heartstrings snapping when you flashed him a smile. Even the quickest and the smallest one made his heart skip beats and pump so fast, he almost felt it in his throat.

His feelings drove him crazy, yet he couldn’t shake the thought of you off his mind. All the late nights he spent thinking about you, picturing your face, doing things he wouldn’t admit to doing. Sometimes he felt a little insane with how often you filled his mind.

But deep inside, Jisung knew that he would be the best boyfriend that you could ever dream of. So sweet and loving, so caring and genuine.

He wasn’t in love. It was just a thought.

So he acted normal whenever he was around you. You two were absolutely nothing more than friends. Casual. Yet there was an undeniable amount of despair coating him whenever you’d mention another boy.

Whether it was you talking about yourself going on a date soon, you crying over how your ex cheated on you or you mentioning a male celebrity crush, it made his heart ache.

Han always tried to explain it as “being tired of being single” or “being jealous about how many people y/n is able to pull”. He tried so intensely to believe it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel that little spark growing bigger at the very bottom of his heart.

Now his eyes still heavy from sleep and limbs still making a mess with the tangled sheets, he opens his phone right after waking up to check for any important news.

And he saw it.

“im coming over tonight. you better have snacks at yours, love ya<3”

A sweet message from you that made his heart do a tiny backflip. Without realizing it, a small grin started engraving itself onto his face. It was normal for friends to be excited to see each other, right?

A few hours and a few back and forth texts with you later, Jisung prepared a cozy setting for the two of you for tonight. Nothing too crazy, just a few blankets, pillows and lots of snacks.

He remembered every single detail about what makes a movie night the perfect night for you, and he always made the expectations come true. It was the only right thing to do for your best friend of so many years. At least that’s what helped him sleep at night

And you came. Looking like an absolute goddess even in your most comfortable clothes, with no makeup on and a messy hairstyle.

Just with a single glance, he noticed every single detail about your appearance.

How singular strands of your hair framed your face perfectly, your hair tie doing nothing to stop them from getting in your eyes.

How your lashes looked extra long today, even though they had no mascara on. You probably curled them right before leaving.

How your sweater had the slightest stain, barely even noticeable. So of course he saw it. He noticed everything. But he told himself that he was just a very observant person.

He welcomed you in as usual, and you made yourself comfortable on the couch as Jisung put on your favourite show.

Grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon, you shot your friend a glance and you simply said

“Thanks for trying. It’s rare to find a friend like you these days.”

Han just looked at you and stopped. What was happening to him? Why was he reacting like this?

“You deserve it.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, still he wasn’t sure if it was working.

Even after he finished talking, he didn’t look away. How could he? You were so effortlessly beautiful. You look back at him with a confused look and the tip of his ears went immediately red as he turned to the TV with the speed of light.

Not thinking much of it, you did the same and went back to your ice cream.

Jisung couldn’t quite focus on the characters moving on the screen and the sounds echoing across the room anymore.

Thoughts where rushing through his mind. What was that feeling untying in his chest each time you’d spare him a glance? Was it something more than a friendship he wanted with you?

Breaking him out of his trance, your giggle suddenly filled the room as a funny moment came on the show. And that was it for him.

It was all the confirmation he needed.

Han Jisung loved you.

[bapeach]

Senior day

Sorry I've been gone for a month! I'm going to try to write more again, but no promises. Also sorry if the end is a bit abrupt, I suck at writing endings. Constructive criticism is always welcome :D Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Paige Bueckers x female!reader  Word count: 3.1k+ Summary: Y/N finally surprises her girlfriend on senior day. ------------

If there was one thing you loved, it was surprises. Well, you liked surprising other people, you didn’t love getting surprised yourself. Which sucked because somehow, Paige always managed to surprise you, while she always knew what you were up to before you even knew. 

Every time you tried to surprise her by showing up at her dorm unannounced, she was there to open the door with a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates of her own. The fact that she knew your training schedule by heart and knew you’d come visit her every spare time you got warmed your heart, but man, was it annoying you never got to surprise her. 

The second your schedule was cleared and you didn’t reply for a few hours, she immediately knew you were on a plane to Storrs. Even when you tried lying by saying you were going to take a nap or you had extra practice, she knew.

This time, it would be different. 

When you got your training schedule e-mail at the beginning of the year, you immediately checked what the plan was for the 2nd of March. Seeing you didn’t have any practice, you basically jumped out of your seat. You immediately went into edit mode and changed the data to a full day of practice. Right as you click “save”, your phone pings. 

“Let’s gooo, we don’t have practice on senior day!! Are we flying to Storrs together?” The message reads. Grinning, you open the chat and press the FaceTime icon. Seeing Nika’s face pop up, you give her a wide smile as you say, “We’re flying together, and we’re gonna surprise the hell out of Paige!” The Croatian chuckles at your excitement. “Well hello to you too, babes,” she teases as her accent shines through. You roll your eyes playfully as you stick your tongue out at your best friend. 

“Hi lovely, how are you, queen of my life?” You joke, making her laugh. “Okay, you’re doing too much,” she giggles, shaking her head in amusement. You wink at her before looking back at your laptop and sending her the edited schedule. “Alright, I edited the e-mail we got, so now when we send it to P, she’ll think we’ll be busy that day, and she won’t see us coming!”

“Right, that’s totallyyyy gonna work,” the brunette nods with a smile. You pout at her as you whine, “It will! I don’t know how she always knows when I’m on my way to her, but she won’t this time! We just need to make sure we’re subtle, and that the team doesn’t snitch.”

You both continue to talk for another 10 minutes before your phone starts pinging with messages from your favorite blonde. Seeing the dopey grin on your face, Nika says her goodbyes and tells you to say hi to “Lovergirl”. Once the brunette’s face disappears from your screen, you tap Paige’s chat on your laptop and call her.

“Hey ma,” the blonde says with a soft smile. You send her a smile of your own as your pupils dilate at the sight of her. “Hey baby,” you respond, placing your cheek in your palm as you stare at her. Her baby hairs are sticking up, her eye bags look a little darker than the last time you saw her, and her lips are a bit chapped, but she still looks like the prettiest girl in the world to you. 

“Did you get your training timetable yet?” She asks, her right eyebrow raising slightly. You hum as you share your screen with her. The blonde leans in closer to the camera to get a better view, making you smile. You take a screenshot of her cute, scrunched-up face before focusing back on the calendar. “Damn, I was hoping you’d be free for senior day,” she huffs playfully, but you can tell she’s trying to hide her disappointment. 

You bite your lip, feeling bad that she’s upset, but you force yourself to keep it a secret. “I know, love,” you say softly, “but I promise I’ll be cheering you on from here!” Paige brightens up a bit, though not by much, so you change the subject. “I can’t believe you’re joining the WNBA soon… I can’t wait to kick your ass in front of thousands of people.”

Paige laughs loudly as she shakes her head, “Keep dreaming, babe.” You raise your eyebrow challengingly at her. “If my mind serves me right, I beat your ass at Christmas.” She rolls her eyes in return. “You cheated, and you know it,” the blonde complains. You laugh as you raise your hands in question, “How did I cheat?”

“Uhm, you were only wearing shorts and a sports bra, which you know drives me crazy. You kept flirting with me, trying to distract me. And you paid the ref to look the other way when you weren’t following the rules.” She replies, counting the reasons on her fingers. You smirk at the first two reasons but can’t help bursting out in laughter hearing the third. 

“I did not pay Drew to look the other way,” you say as you try to stop laughing. “Mhm, sureee, yet a few hours after the fact, Drew suddenly has a new game he’s been wanting for a while,” she replies, squinting her eyes in suspicion. You simply shake your head at her.

When you open your mouth to defend yourself, you hear Azzi calling Paige’s name in the background. The blonde looks offscreen and mumbles a few things before looking back with a slight frown. “I gotta go, baby,” she says, her eyes becoming a little less bright. You feel your heart clench, but you try to remain strong for her. “Alright, love, have fun at practice, don’t overwork yourself! I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

She smiles softly. “Alright, bye, I love you!” “I love you too!” Once her face disappears from your screen, you sigh. Though you’d seen her just last week for the holidays, you missed her already. You both knew it wasn’t going to be easy being in a relationship while you were both in different states, but there was no way you were going to let each other go.

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The next few weeks are hard. Paige is practicing more and harder than she ever has, wanting to leave UConn with a bang, meaning you barely ever have time to talk. The few times you guys are able to call, the blonde falls asleep within minutes of hearing your voice. Every morning after, you get a very sad message as she apologizes for once again falling asleep. Every time she does, you reassure her it’s okay, being happy that she finds comfort in your voice as she dozes off. Sure, you’d love to actually have a proper conversation with her, but you know she’s doing her best.

Besides, it’s not like you weren’t busy, either. Your coach had you practicing more than ever, wanting the team to be prepared to start off the season well. When you weren’t practicing with the team, you were in the gym with Nika, synchronizing your moves to become even better teammates. You were doing a pretty good job, though your heart felt heavy from the lack of seeing your girl.

You counted down the days until senior day, and with only a few days left, you were getting restless. “Okay, we should arrive about two hours before the game, so that should give us enough time to pick up the flowers, get settled and ready, and hopefully get to our seats without being swarmed by fans.” You ramble nervously as you fall back onto Nika’s bed. The brunette smiles at you as she settles down next to you, brushing some hair out of your face. “It’s gonna be okay, babe, stop stressing.”

“I just wanna make sure everything is perfect for her, she deserves that,” you reply as you look at your friend. “And it will be! I’ve been texting Azzi, and it seems P believes that we won’t make it, she’s all mopey.” She grins at the thought of a pouty Paige, knowing the girl gets a bit childish when she’s upset. You roll your eyes at her, but you can’t help your lips curving up a little.

“Only a few more days,” you thought to yourself.

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The second your plane lands, you and Nika speed over to get your bags before rushing to your hotel. You make a quick stop at the florist to pick up a bouquet of flowers, beaming when you see how pretty they are. You each take turns taking a quick shower before getting ready together. You help Nika braid her hair as she helps you with your make-up. Sensing your stress, the brunette takes your mind off of things by talking about random things like the new restaurant you two should go to and the new show you’ve been watching.

You make a mental note to treat the Croatian to a nice girls day for everything she’s done for you.

Once you’re ready, you make your way over to the stadium. Your stomach flutters with nerves as you fidget with the bouquet. Once inside, you make your way over to one of the UConn staff members and an old friend of yours, handing him the flowers so he can keep them safe for now. You talk with him for a moment before Nika lets you know it’s time to get to your seats. You tap your foot to the music that’s playing as you wait for the Huskies to come out and warm up. 

When you hear the crowd start cheering, you look up and see the players slowly walk onto the court, grinning as they take in the moment. Your eyes immediately zero in on Paige as she walks onto the court with KK and Azzi by her side. A grin forms on your lips as you watch the blonde and the freshman tease each other. When you look at the team’s princess, you see she’s already looking at you with big eyes and a wide grin. 

You send Azzi a wave before looking back at Paige. Having noticed the younger girl beside her isn’t paying attention, the blonde looks over at her. She follows her gaze before freezing mid-step. Her blue eyes meet yours, and it feels like everything around you fades. Her pearly whites shine bright as she smiles at you. 

She quickly starts walking over to you as you get up to meet her halfway. The second she’s within reach, you fling your arms around her neck as she lifts you into a tight hug. You squeeze her close to you, finally feeling whole again. You feel the taller girl breathe in your signature perfume as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. You rub her neck with your thumb as you greet her, “Hey baby,” you whisper as to not break the moment. 

When she pulls back, you see a few tears have formed in her eyes. You chuckle as you rub your thumbs over the apples of her cheeks. “How? I thought you had practice?” She mutters, looking away from you for a moment to send Nika a big smile. “I may or may not have edited the file…” you say with a cheeky grin, “Surprise!” The blonde shakes her head as she laughs, her eyes seem lighter than ever. 

She looks around for a moment before shrugging and saying, “Fuck it.” She pulls you into a sweet kiss that leaves you both blushing as you hear the crowd around you cheer even louder than before. You push her away, shaking your head as you bite your lip to stop the huge grin growing on your face. “Go warm up, loser,” you tease. She nods her head, her eyes twinkling. She squeezes your hand before walking back to her team. “Hey P!” You yell, making her look back. “Knock ‘em dead!”

She sends you a smirk and a salute, causing the butterflies in your stomach to stir. You had full confidence in UConn, having seen the insane games they’ve been having lately, but that didn’t make the game any less nerve-wracking. Anything could happen. A bad fall, a shitty ref, or even just the nerves getting to the team. But even with all your worries about a possible injury, a smile is etched onto your face the whole match. Seeing Paige on the court, exactly where she belongs, is magical. It’s like seeing the last puzzle piece click into place.

As the last seconds tick by, you’re standing up beside Nika, applauding and cheering so hard your hands burn and your throat aches. As the final buzzer goes off, you pull the Croatian into a tight hug as the Huskies jump into a group hug. Once things have calmed down a bit, Paige waves you over, so you grab Nika’s hand and walk onto the court. The two of you immediately get bombarded by hugs, high-fives, and pats on the shoulder from the team. You gush to them about how well they played before finally making your way over to the star of the show.

You fling yourself into the blonde’s arms right away, not caring about her sweatiness. You hold her so tight that you fear she might not be able to breathe. You feel her heart beating loudly against her chest as your head lays against her. “I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” you mutter, smiling up at her with love clear in your eyes.

Paige pulls you into a searing kiss, not caring about the camera’s flashing around you. “I love you so much,” she breathes out as she leans her forehead against yours. “And I you, my love,” you reply, your heart feeling like it’s about to burst out of its cage.

You let her go after a moment, letting her go to her team for the end of senior night. You stand around with Nika for a bit before it’s time for the ceremony. Giving the Croatian’s hand a squeeze, you walk towards where the Huskies are standing. You stroll over to Paige and her family, giving Drew a high five and the rest of her family a hug. 

The blonde looks at you with adoration and a hint of confusion. You stop next to her, sliding a hand into hers. “I’d love to walk with you, if that’s okay?” You ask with an easy smile. “Of course, but… I thought only family was allowed to do that?” She replies, her brows knitted together. “Usually, yeah, but… I pulled some strings,” you grin mischievously. A chuckle escapes her lips, but before she can say anything, the lights dim and a hush spreads over the crowd. 

You squeeze her hand before looking ahead at the announcer as he starts announcing the first senior, Kaitlyn Chen. You clap as she starts walking with her family, a bright smile on your face. You might never have played with the girl, but you adored her energy and had heard great things about her from Paige. 

Once it’s Paige’s turn, you walk beside her, winking at some of your old teammates as you pass them. Reaching Geno, you give him a tight squeeze, missing the old grump more than you dared to tell anyone. Once the blonde receives her frame, you take a step back with her siblings, letting her have her moment. You sling your arms around them, letting Drew stand in front of you as he leans against your front. Seeing their teary eyes, you squeeze their shoulders as you give them a watery smile.

After a moment, Paige waves everyone over. You give her siblings a tiny push as you grin her way. You let them take some pictures before joining them after a pointed look from your girlfriend. As you stand there, surrounded by your favorite people, your heart swells. Nothing could wipe your smile off of your face.

As you pose for the camera, your right pocket feels heavy. Though the tiny blue box holds nothing more than a ring and a thousand promises, it feels like it’s aflame and ready to burn its way to freedom. 

While you don’t plan on proposing in the middle of a big gym, surrounded by sweaty bodies and a howling crowd, you do have the ring on your person. Though it makes you slightly anxious, fearing you might lose it or Paige might see it, it also brings you a type of serene calm. You brush your hands against it, letting the velvet box ground you. Knowing that tonight is the night you’ll finally ask the love of your life to be yours forever only makes this day that much sweeter.

You squeeze the taller girl’s hand thrice before letting her go so she can take some more pictures with the other seniors. Once the whole team joins them on the court again, it’s time for the unveiling of your girl’s name on the wall of legends. Tears well up in your eyes once more at the feeling of pure pride and adoration you have. Nika laughs beside you, seeing you become a mess. She hands you a tissue as she gives you a tight side hug.

Once Paige is done with her speech and senior night is coming to an end. You walk back over to her, this time holding the bouquet you’d gotten her. She grins as she sees you coming, a light blush covering her cheeks at the sight of her favorite flowers. “You didn’t have to get me these,” she says, but you can hear the appreciation in her voice. “I know, but I wanted to. You deserve this… Not just the flowers, this whole thing, I mean. You’re amazing. As a basketball player, a leader, a friend, a sister, and a girlfriend. Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you ramble before biting your tongue. You have an entire speech planned for tonight, now is not the time to start blabbing.

The girl in front of you opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. You’ve left her completely speechless with your sweet words, so instead of saying anything, she just pulls you against her, making sure not to crush the flowers. You hold her for a moment before pushing her away. “Now go shower, you stink,” you grin playfully. “Ugh, you’re so annoying,” she huffs back, but a smile is visible on her face.

You watch her walk away and into the locker rooms, exhaling as you roll your shoulders back. You try not to worry about the big question tonight, knowing you can’t back out. Turning around, your eyes catch Nika’s from where she’s standing with Geno. She sends you a smile and a tiny nod of encouragement, knowing your plan for tonight. You send her one in return before walking over to your (hopefully) soon-to-be in-laws.

“I’ve got this,” you think to yourself.

[jennwritesf1]

the way you felt in my arms | kimi antonelli

requested? : yes! ‘hey there! could you pls write one where reader is ollie’s sister and kimi and her have been sneaking around dating for like 6 months or so. and then ollie catches them.’

summary : an accidental sleepover exposes your secret relationship with kimi to your brother

disclaimers : second pov (you/your), bearman!reader, rather fluffy in the beginning, not proofread 

word count : 2k

a/n : thank you for the request! I love writing for kimi atm, so if anyone has any kimi (or ollie) requests send them in bc they are likely to get done fast lol

yes, this is reposted, I’m switching my accts around

MEXICO GP WEEKEND

When Ollie had first introduced the two of you, his little sister and his best friend, he made it pretty clear that he didn’t want anything to happen between you two. You and Kimi had clicked instantly, finding you had a lot in common, and it didn’t take long for your friendship to grow into something more. You were hesitant to get into a relationship with Kimi though, knowing how upset Ollie would be, but that didn’t last for long. Some flowers and a promise to keep it secret was all the convincing you needed.

That's how you found yourself in Mexico, standing outside of Kimi’s hotel room at 10:30pm on a Thursday, blanket and snacks in hand. You quietly, and quickly, knocked on the door, adrenaline high as you glanced at the door to the right, which was where your brothers room was. You had gotten pretty good at sneaking around in the past six months, but you were still nervous of your brother finding out every time you did.

You worries quickly melted away as the door opened and you were met with a large smile. You matched his smile, quickly making your way into his hotel room. You set your blanket and the snacks you had grabbed from the corner store on his bed, then turned towards Kimi. His hair was damp, a few curls splayed across his forehead, and he was dressed comfortably. 

“Hi,” Kimi said as he made his way to you, arms wrapping around your waist. Your arms instinctively reached up to wrap around his shoulders, and you could feel him relax under your embrace. He pulled back after a moment, and it was then you could see how tired he was. Your eyes softened as you reach a hand up to run through the back of his damp curls. 

“You look tired, do you want to reschedule?” you asked, to which Kimi quickly shook his head to. You gave him a small smile, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty because you knew he had had a busy day with media duties and team meetings, and he had to be at the paddock early tomorrow. “Are you sure? It's okay,” you added.

“No, no,” He said, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, before stepping around you to the bed, though his hand found yours and he pulled you with him. “And, I have your favorite movie,” he added, turning to you with a wide smile as he turned his laptop towards you to show it already loaded up on the screen.

Your heart swelled at the small action, seeing your favorite movie, which you knew Kimi was not a fan of. “You hate that movie,” you said with a laugh, following him around the side of the bed, grabbing your blanket in the process. 

He flashed you a sheepish smile, pulling you onto the bed with him. “Yeah, but you love it,” he said, his tired eyes finding yours. You both cuddled up under your fluffy blanket, his arm wrapping underneath your waist and your head leaning on his chest. He grabbed his laptop, placing it where you could both see the screen, then played the movie.

It was quiet nights like these that you cherished, nights that were becoming too far between for both of your liking. It was rare either of you went on public dates, trying to hide your still new relationship from both the media and your brother. You hadn’t originally set out to hide it from Ollie for as long as you had been, but the more Ollie noticed how close you two had gotten, the more he doubled down on not wanting you two to be anything more than friends. You did plan on telling him soon, but for the time being both you and Kimi loved that your relationship was just yours. The sneaking around, only seeing each other after dark, stealing glances from afar, kisses behind closed doors; it was exhilarating.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, you had looked up to comment on something, but saw Kimi was asleep. His features were calm and he looked so relaxed, you couldn’t help the small smile that made its way across your lips. You stayed like that, just admiring your sleeping boyfriend, for a few more minutes, before reaching down and closing the laptop, moving it to the other side of you guys. As comfortable as you were and as much as you wanted to stay, you knew you couldn’t. All your stuff was back in your room, and Ollie would be looking for you in the morning. 

As carefully as you could, you tried to slide out of Kimi’s arms without waking him. You had nearly managed to when you felt his once loose grip on your waist tighten before pulling you back to your previous spot. You chuckled as you looked up, meeting his tired, still half-asleep, eyes. 

“Stay?” he asked quietly, his voice only a whisper. You smiled, but shook your head, knowing that you couldn’t. Kimi sighed, but didn’t move.

“Love, I can’t,” you said, chuckling as he huffed. “I don’t have any clothes,” you added.

“Wear mine,” Kimi said back, eyes now closed as his hand gently ran up and down your side.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure Ollie would love to see me rep Mercedes,” you retorted, earning a small chuckle from Kimi. 

“He wouldn’t suspect a thing,” he joked, earning a quiet laugh from you. A short silence fell between the two of you, and for a moment you had thought Kimi had fallen back asleep. After a moment, he spoke up again. “You’re so relaxed, I can feel it. You don’t want to leave,” He said, still trying to convince you to stay.

You looked up again, seeing a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and couldn’t help the smile that then tugged at yours. You laid your head back on his chest, pulling the fluffy blanket back around your body.

“No, I don’t,” you admitted. You didn’t plan on staying the whole night, just until Kimi fell back asleep, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen unless he thought you were staying. 

Or at least, that was the plan. 

But the longer you waited in the dark and quiet room, cuddled up to Kimi, the more your eyelids began to droop. Every time you were sure Kimi had fallen back asleep, he’d mumble something to you or move his hand up and down your side again for a short time, letting you know he was still awake. Eventually, you just couldn’t keep you eyes open any longer, and you eventually drifted off to sleep. 

You were startled awake by a loud banging at the door, followed by a shouting voice. You picked your head up, tired eyes meeting a confused Kimi, who was patting around the bed for his phone. You looked around the still dark room, but paused when your eyes landed on the window, seeing the sky painted with shades of pink and orange. It was morning and you were still in Kimi’s hotel room.

“Kimi, we need to go!” a familiar voice shouted through his hotel door, followed by a series of loud knocks. It took you a minute before you realized the voice was your brothers.

“Shit,” you cursed, eyes wide as you turned to Kimi, who was mirroring your expression. You shoved his shoulder, trying to tell him to get up, while you gathered your blanket and jumped up from the bed. 

“What do you want me to do?” Kimi asked in a not-so-quiet whisper, texting Ollie from his phone to say he’d be out in a minute. You folded your blanket in your arms, setting it in the corner of the room, before turning back to him, shrugging your shoulders. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed, grabbing your phone to see a few texts and missed calls from Ollie. “Oh, he knows,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself but Kimi had overheard you as he was trying to quickly get ready. 

“What?” Kimi asked, appearing at your side as you showed him the texts, which were a mix of ‘did you oversleep?’ and ‘where are you?’. His hand found your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe he doesn’t, you could just wait here until we leave,” he suggested.

“Maybe,” you said with a nod, although you had a feeling that your brother did know. You and Kimi had both been m.i.a all morning, it wasn’t that hard to put two and two together. “But you have to get going,” you said, helping Kimi gather his things. You leaned up, placing a quick kiss to his lips, before shoving him towards the door. You then quickly ducked behind the wall, sitting back down on the bed out of sight. 

Kimi cracked the door open just far enough for him to be able to slide out, but was stopped by Ollie before he could. Ollie had his arms crossed, eyes moving from Kimi to try and peer into the room.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked, looking back down at Kimi, who was shaking his head.

“Uh- myself?” he said as more of a question, trying again to step out of the room, but the taller brunette across from him didn’t budge. 

“Mate,” Ollie began, an unamused look on his face, “is my sister in there?”

Kimi was silent for a moment, clearly not expecting that to be one of the first questions Ollie asked, but that was all the answer he needed.

You buried you head in your hands, sighing. This was not the way you wanted your brother to find out about your relationship. You stood up, figuring that the cat was already out of the bag, and  made your way over to the door, pulling it fully open. Your eyes met Kimi’s momentarily, and your hand found his.

“Look, I can explain,” you started, looking up at Ollie, trying to read his body language, which was seemed to be displeased. He simply shook his head, his eyes darting between the two of you. 

“How long?” he asked, eyes now locked on yours.

“Um- about six months,” you mumbled after a moment, your eyes darting to the floor. You felt Kimi gently squeeze your hand, catching your attention. “I’m sorry Ollie, we were going to tell you eventually.”

“Eventually? In another six months?” Ollie asked with a slight scoff, and for a moment it seemed like he was actually upset. He paused, a sigh leaving his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, I don’t care, it’s just weird,” he said, and almost instantly a tiny weight felt like it was lifted off of your chest.

��Actually?” Kimi asked, having expected a completely different reaction to his best friend finding his little sister in his hotel room. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Ollie said, crossing his arms again. “We’ve got to get going,” he added, looking at Kimi, who quickly nodded his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kimi said, turning to you. “I’ll see you at the track?” He asked, seeing as you still had to stop back at your room to get dressed and ready for the day.

You nodded your head, turning to Ollie. “Be nice,” you said, giving him a small glare, as you knew Kimi was about to get a lecture from him on their way to the track. 

Kimi gently tugged on your hand, catching your attention, and placed a quick but sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Woah- I do not want to see that!” Your brother exclaimed, bringing a hand up to cover his eyes as he turned around, causing both you and Kimi to chuckle.

Ollie wasn’t entirely happy about the idea of his little sister dating his best friend, but as long as you were happy, and he didn’t have to see any pda, so was he.

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[demonic0angel]

So I'm on a Cass mom stick could write one doesn't matter if it's Dani

(Not sure if I understood the ask but I'm switching it up a lil >:))

"How dare you! How dare you!" The toddler screamed, waving a chubby fist. He was spitting mad, flailing as he tried to escape Cass' arms and brawl with a poor chihuahua that had breathed at him wrong.

Cass gave an apologetic smile to the family who owned the dog and they snidely ignored her, drawing their dog and children away from the toddler within Cass' arms.

Cass sighed and collected the toddler in her embrace, cooing softly as he harrumphed and glared at the world around him.

"That's not very nice," she said, playing with a tuft of his hair. "You shouldn't yell at people. What should you do when you're mad?"

"Kill," the toddler said very darkly.

Cass stared at him. Then she pinched his cheek and said chidingly, "No."

He pouted, his bottom lip jutting out as his cheeks puffed.

Cass couldn't help but pinch his grumbling face again, feeling her heart clench at his cuteness.

This was a very slippery slope, all the way down to becoming a mom that spoiled her son relentlessly. She could not end up like Dick, who spoiled Damian endlessly!

"Killing is bad," she said softly. "No killing."

The child in her arms grumbled something and then bit into her fingers. His bite was very careful, but he was clearly still angry as he shook his head like a dog, moving her fingers back and forth. Cass patted his head with the other hand and kept him close, humming a small show tune as she let her chin rest gently on his little head.

She hadn’t expected to find a random child wandering the streets. She was even more surprised that the toddler had taken one look at her and then stuck to her like glue, even though he was like a rapid dog. He wouldn’t tell her his name or who was supposed to be with him. He just stayed stuck to her side like a permanent tattoo.

Cass squeezed him. She’d keep him safe. At least until his parents came.

Even if she really, really wanted to keep him forever.

(In another state, three siblings were running around like headless chickens.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS DAN?!?”)

[harrywavycurly]

Almost Bumble Fumble: Ordinary

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

A/N: I have gotten asked for more of these two and I was very inspired by the song Ordinary by Alex Warren, it for some reason made me think of these two so 10/10 recommend listening to it! Enjoy!✨

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Summary: Harry says something that causes a change in your relationship✨

You can feel his eyes on you as you stand at the sink washing the plates the two of you just ate dinner on, it’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to over the last few months ever since you ended up in front of his house during a mid morning walk. The two of you finding it just a bit odd that he just so happens to live only a fifteen minute walk away from you and yet you haven’t bumped into each other before but in true Harry fashion he chalked it up to the universe knowing just the right time to make the two of you come across each other’s paths, or dating profiles. You bite back a smile as you remember the first time Harry knocked on your door one Friday evening with a box of pizza and a bottle of wine, wanting to switch from your usual FaceTime hangout to an actual in person hangout and it’s as if the two of you haven’t stopped hanging out since. No words have been spoken about what exactly the two of you are doing, but at the same time you don’t think either of you need to explain it.

Harry while he was a little shy at first and needed you to be the one to reach over and grab his hand on one of your evening strolls around the neighborhood, now has no problem subtly showing his affection towards you with kisses to your forehead and a hand on you at all times if you’re within arms reach, he even holds your hand in public now and not just in the confines of the neighborhood and sometimes like now he will just stare at you with this far off look in his eyes that has the underlying hint of fondness that makes your heart want to burst. You on the other hand aren’t shy and have Harry laughing when you nearly cause him to fall over with how aggressive your hugs can be when you haven’t seen him in a day or two. Harry doesn’t ever have to wonder if you want him around because you simply drag him back to your side by his belt loop when he gets too far ahead of you while out at the shops or sometimes you just come up behind him and wrap yourself around him and rest your head between his shoulders and the sigh he hears you let out tells him you need his comfort just as much as he needs yours, the two of you just show it in different ways.

To the outside world the two of you might seem like an odd pairing, Harry being seen as somewhat quiet and reserved while you’re more on the vibrant and only slightly loud side and by loud it’s really just your laugh but Harry doesn’t mind because he adores the sound of it. Another thing is that Harry isn’t really online as much as someone his age is assumed to be, he prefers to have his head in a book and while you do enjoy reading you’re also more in tune with social media trends and quoting viral phrases to him that make him laugh or feel as if you’re playing a joke on him when he doesn’t quite get it but he tries and you appreciate his efforts every time he uses one of his newly learned phrases, even if it’s in the totally wrong context.

“I think it’s clean love.” Harry’s voice brings you out of your thoughts making the plate slip out of your hands and into the soapy water. “You okay?” You hear the smallest hint of concern in his voice as he slides a bit closer to you from him spot next to the sink where his drying station is set up.

“I’m fine.” You answer with a smile and you want to laugh at the faintest sound of what you know is a sigh of relief you hear come from Harry that without a doubt he tried to keep to himself but he can’t keep much from you given how close he managed to inch himself towards you while you were lost in your own little world.

“I just feel a little concerned.” You tell him with a slight purse of your lips as you reach for the plate that just fell back into the sink. Harry quirks an eyebrow at you as he watches you turn your head and look at the stack of dishes he’s already dried. “I mean honestly Harry have you never been on drying duty before? You can’t stack them.”

“I beg your pardon? You can absolutely stack dry dishes. How else are you meant to put them back on the shelf?”

“You can stack them after they dry overnight but not right after you run a rag over them. You’re going to make them all gross.”

“All gross? Really? The woman who has been using the same soapy water and nasty sponge to clean all the dishes is now worried my drying capabilities will be the reason they get all gross?”

“For someone who was standing there watching me like a hawk you clearly weren’t paying attention to what I was-”

“I always pay attention to what you’re doing.” It’s the softness of his voice that has you turning to face him. He has a hand on his hip while the other is down by his side holding the rag he was using to dry the dishes and his face has a genuinely sincere look on it as his green eyes stare into yours.

“That’s cheating.” You say with a huff making Harry let out a chuckle as he tosses the rag onto the counter before turning and placing his hands on your hips. “You can’t say things like that in the middle of a fake argument it’s-it’s rude Harry.” He just nods along while you speak as he pulls you closer until you’re resting your forehead on his chest and let out a dramatic sigh.

“I’d say sorry but I’m not.” He admits as his hands slide to your lower back. “And I know how you feel about lying and all that.”

“I appreciate the honesty.” Harry smiles when you lift your head off his chest so he can get a good look at your face. Your eyes have a sleepy little droop to them that could either be from the wine you had at dinner or the fact it’s nearing eleven at night, your cheeks have a faint pink tint to them that he feels happy to be the cause of and honestly Harry thinks you look adorable as you stare up at him.

“You’re pretty.” You say with a sigh as you bring a hand up and place it on the soft fabric of Harry’s t shirt and with that Harry has his answer that your little sleepy looking eyes are probably from a mixture of the wine along with the time of night.

“Thanks love.” He says with a chuckle as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead. “But you’re the pretty one.” He argues making you roll your eyes as you reach up on your tiptoes so you can grab both sides of his face and pull him into a kiss that has his hand on your lower back tightening around you and pulling you closer into his chest.

“I still can’t believe you’re real.” You mumble once you pull away and turn to go back to washing the plates in the sink making Harry shake his head while dropping his hands from around you.

As he stands in front of the stack of dry plates he has to hold back a laugh because that little phrase is something he hears you mumble quite a bit to yourself or sometimes like now you let it slip out while still in front of him. He knows that you’re referring to him being real as in not some fictional human you’ve made up in your mind, it no longer holds the same meaning it did when you first saw him when you didn’t believe he was real as in the real Harry Styles.

“Harry?”

“Yes love?”

“You’re not really going to leave the plates stacked right?” You question as Harry turns his head just to see you looking at him with a look of minor concern etched on your face as you hold out a clean plate for him to take and dry off.

He can’t help but give you a reassuring smile to ease your worry since he can tell this is just one of those things you clearly like done a specific way. And since Harry isn’t a stranger to having certain ways of doing things he won’t argue with you this time, even though a small part of him does love the effortless way the two of you can go back and fourth without actually crossing any lines and turning silly bickering into a full blown argument.

“I’ll put them on the drying rack don’t worry.” You smile and give him a small nod of approval as he takes the plate from you.

“God we’re so domestic.” The statement makes a warm feeling wash over Harry because it’s true, the two of you often end up doing very ordinary and basic things such as grocery shopping and dishes together and now that he thinks about it, those moments are the ones filled with the most meaning for him. Because if he can have fun and enjoy every moment of doing everyday things with you that are usually a bit boring and feel more like a chore, than that has to mean he’s found something special with this relationship and with you.

“I’m not so sure about that one love.” You look down at the photo of the flower arrangement on your phone as Harry rests his chin on top of your shoulder. “S’a bit too orange.” He explains when you let out a huff and begin sliding through other examples the florist you’ve chosen for a party you’re hosting next week has on their website.

“Too orange? That’s not a thing.” You bite back making Harry chuckle as his hand on your waist gives you a little pinch. “It’s just for a little garden party oh-what about this one?” You hold your phone out so he can get a good look at the small yellow and pink arrangement, you feel him smile against your neck making a shiver run down your spine.

“That one’s nice.” He answers before lifting his head off your shoulder and reaching out towards your phone screen with his free hand so he can use two fingers and zoom in on the photo. “I like the pinks and the bits of green.” You smile as you briefly let your eyes glance up to check if your order has been placed on the little counter of the small cafe the two of you have become regulars at. A place that has Harry feeling more comfortable with showing his affectionate side while tucked away near the back with his back against the wall and you standing in front of him between his spread legs so your back can rest against his chest.

“I think I like it.” Harry notes the excitement in your voice as his hand drops away from your phone screen and lands on your waist.

“I love you-I mean it.” Harry’s words are a jumbled mess swirling around in his brain as he feels his face get hot and his hands suddenly begin to get all sweaty at his slip up. “I love it.” He reiterates as you slide your phone into your pocket and turn around so you’re facing him, his grip on your waist loosening ever so slightly as if he’s giving you wiggle room to run away and never speak to him again.

“Yeah? You love it?” Your voice is like a soothing tonic to Harry’s mind that’s running a mile a minute with things he should say to clear the air but when he meets your stare suddenly all those thoughts are gone. Leaving him with a pile of muddled words that only barely scratch the surface of how truly beautiful he thinks you are, especially when you’re looking at him like he’s the only person on the planet that means anything to you.

“Yeah.” Is all he can manage to get out and he feels a ball of anxiety form in the pit of his stomach as the thought of potentially just ruining everything with his stupid one word response but to his surprise, it earns him a grin as you reach up and place a hand on the side of his face.

“Good. I love it too.” His brain doesn’t have time to register what that means exactly, if you’re talking about the flowers or something else before you’re reaching up and placing a very quick kiss to his lips.

“Edward? Edward your order is ready!” You laugh and turn around as you hear the name you gave the barista for your order while Harry is still mentally stuck in the fog of not knowing if the two of you just told each other you loved each other in some weirdly yet very you type of way.

“I’ll go get our drinks.” You tell him over your shoulder and Harry just watches you walk away making his hands slip off your waist as you head towards the counter, leaving him standing there in a confused bubble while you’re just acting completely normal. But he’s brought back to reality when he looks up and finds you heading his way with your coffee in one hand and his tea in the other and a very sweet smile on your face.

“You think I should get two? Of the arrangements? One for each table?” You question casually as you hand him his tea. Harry can’t do much besides nod his head making you smile and reach up to place a kiss to his cheek. “Perfect.” You say with a smile as you reach for his hand and begin heading towards the door so the two of you can leave the cafe and continue on your morning walk that will eventually end at one of your houses just in time for a snack and some cuddles on the couch.

“Just focus on running Harry.” He thinks to himself as he rounds the corner at the end of his street.

It’s been two days since the cafe incident and ever since then something has been bugging him about this situation he’s in with you and this morning when he woke up he officially felt as if he’s going insane with not knowing where the two of you stand with each other so to clear his head he laced up his running shoes and hit the sidewalk. Normally this type of relationship is exactly what he likes, one that doesn’t need defining and the label of being exclusive because how could either of you really be seeing anyone else when all your free time is spent with him or your girlfriends and for him he doesn’t think a day has gone by in the last three or four months that he doesn’t either want to make plans with you or already has plans with you. But something about you has all of a sudden changed everything because he doesn’t think he would be able to handle it if you told him you wanted to see someone else while also seeing him, it would crush him.

“Oh those are nice. Are those roses? She likes roses.” He wonders as he runs past a front yard that has an impeccable garden with vibrant flowers and lush bushes.

As he continues down the sidewalk Harry begins to go back to the look on your face when he accidentally let those three little words fall out of his mouth. You didn’t look surprised or scared, you almost looked as if in that moment you were letting Harry decide on if he wanted to repeat them or not and whatever came out of his mouth you were ready to go along with. That realization makes Harry stop in his tracks.

“She loves me?” He pants as he tries to catch his breath in front of a random house in his neighborhood he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. “That’s what that means right? She-she was ready to say it back?” He mumbles to himself as he brings a hand up to his forehead while the other rests on his hip as he looks up towards the sky for a moment before a grin slowly begins to form on his face. “She loves me.” And with that he’s off running again but this time with a destination in mind, no longer needing to clear his head because he knows exactly what he needs to do or say in this very moment.

You’re standing in your kitchen holding a mug of coffee when you hear your front door open and then close, you don’t bother to check who it is because only two people have keys to your house and one of them is you and the other just so happens to be the flustered looking man standing before you in maroon running shorts and a black tank top. You silently watch as Harry slides his sunglasses off and tosses them onto the kitchen table behind him, he then puts both hands on his hips while taking in a few deep breaths and you wonder if he ran here on purpose or if he is just stopping by while on one of his more longer runs. When you set your mug down on your counter and open your mouth to speak Harry holds a hand up to you as if to tell you not to say anything just yet so you just close your mouth and give him the floor to say whatever it is he needs a moment to prepare himself to say.

“Are you my girlfriend?” His words come out rushed as if he’s still trying to catch his breath as he looks at you with bright green eyes and flushed cheeks. “Because if you’re not then I’d like you to be if that’s okay?” You rub your lips together as he nervously rubs at the back of his neck. “Because m’not sure I can go on without knowing how-”

“Three words.” Your voice is sweet yet serious as you cut him off mid sentence. Harry’s arms drop to his sides and his eyes to go a bit wide as he watches you take a step towards him.

“Three words?” He repeats with a quirked brow while running a hand through his hair.

“Three words. Eight letters.” You can’t fight the smile that wants to take over your face as you stand right in front of him, his face is a mixture of confused but also relieved that you’re not telling him to get lost or something worst. “Say them and I’m yours.” Harry tries to shuffle through all the random quotes he’s heard you say over the course of knowing each other as the last sentence hits his ears, he knows he’s heard it before and when he realizes where it’s from he can’t stop the chuckle that escapes him.

“I love you.” You have your hands on his face pulling him down towards you for a kiss before the last syllable leaves his lips. Harry’s arms instinctively wrap around your waist so he can pull you closer not wanting the kiss to end just yet.

“I love you too.” You mumble against his lips before capturing them in another kiss that leaves Harry feeling as if he’s floating on cloud nine when you finally pull away.

“Gossip girl? Really?” He asks with a breathy laugh that makes a grin spread across your face.

“I couldn’t just let the moment pass me by I mean how many times does someone get to say that quote? And it actually be perfectly timed? Besides,” Your hands travel down to Harry’s chest as you look up at him while his arms tighten their hold around you. “You know you love me.” Your voice is lower and more sultry than normal as you do your best gossip girl impression but it’s the wink you give him that sends the both of you over the edge and into a full fit of laughter

“I do yeah-I love you.” Harry placed a kiss to the top of your head as you rest your cheek against the fabric of his tank top. “So does this mean you’re my girlfriend then?”

“Yes Harry I’m your girlfriend.”

[lara4eclipze]

— 𝓘'm a sucker for you.

— ( 🥀 ) follow you through the dark, can't get enough you're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious

sophia laforteza x fem reader, vamp!soph, human!reader, fluff, suggestive (?), biting, blood, swearing, wc[?], tags listed below

your best friend sophia has been acting weird lately, I mean she is weird but weirder, she looks paler and she gets very snappy toward everyone, and not to mention she had been staring at your neck weirdly

hey you're not one to jump to conclusions but it's hard not to when filipina have been dropping hints of wanting something that you just can't pinpoint

one night the rest of the katz and you were determined to find out what has been in the leaders mind that made her seem out of it

"so, y/n will go in the room and confront her, me and dani will lock the door from the outside and the rest will wait for your chat if it works" lara says as she walks you through the plan, it seemed full proof and worth the shot

"yes, I'll bring water, she's been in that room for like the whole week" you mutter grabbing some ice-cold water from the fridge, lara and daniela got in position waiting for your cue to go in the room

"wish me luck" you laugh a bit, but deep inside you are nervous, yoonchae cheers you on, mainly cause sophia also didn't want her in the room they share, and she had been sharing a bed with the eldest, "please, I want my bed back" yoonchae says, making manon roll her eyes

you knock on the door three times, before deciding to push in, you hear rustling from lara and daniela locking the door which you gulp to

the room was dim, not a single light ray passed through — sophia's bed was a mess of blankets and there she was, huddled her face buried in her legs as she practically shaked

worriedly you run up to the filipina, placing your hand on her arm — cold, she felt like ice which made you even more scared of the leaders well being

"soph, it's me — are you-" before the rest of your words left your mouth, sophia pinned you down quickly to the bed, her eyes gleamed red, as her chest heaved, "sophia, your scaring me" you mutter scared as you try to wriggle off from her vice likd grip

she looked scary, it was like you were face to face with an actual devil, with how sinister her expression was, sophia smiles her fangs fully showing — you felt your heart drop, you've never believed in vampires nor any entities of such, but right now its hard not to

"fuck, do you know how hungry I've been?" the older woman growls her face nearing your neck as she breathes in your fear — a delighted smile made it to her full lips "god your blood smells fresh"

your heart thumped against your chest, it felt like any second your supposed best friend is gonna kill you, "soph, what do you mean?" you stutter, trying to make sense of what the hell is even happening

"fuck y/n, i know you're not stupid, i need your blood right now" the leader growls, you can tell she is holding her self back to not hurt you since she senses your fear

"please" she pleads, she already has you pinned what the hell else are you gonna say? no? — whatever will turn her back to normal is whats best

"soph, do what you have to do" you replied, bracing yourself for whatever she might dish out, "thank you" sophia thanks

she sinks her teeth into your neck agonizingly slow, you wanted to scream as your mouth hung open but nothing came out, it was all too much — she proceeded to suck at the wound drinking what felt like gallons of your blood — you felt lightheaded as the room arounds you became warped and warm

"s-soph" you whimper as the olders mouth licks over the wound, her teeth shined with your blood as some dripped to her lips — "thank you so much" the filipina mutters

all you can think about is, wanting her to do it again — till you can barely feel anything around you, not that anything else mattered but her

sophia quickly carries your body and breaks the door of its hinges — leaving her members shocked as they looked at your limp body in their leaders arms

she showers you warmly — then cleans your wound, patching it up before laying you in lara's bed (the desi girl insisted), the katz worried muttering quickly faded out as your consciousness slipped

"what the fuck soph, what did you do to her?" daniela screams, panicked and partly thinking sophia killed you, megan quickly took yoonchae to another room to avoid getting into the heated questioning

"i can explain tommorow, i just want to be sure that y/n is okay" sophia dismissed all the questions, checking on you, kissing your forehead as you were asleep

note: hi pplz, short fic should i make pt2?

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which paige takes her pen pal on a date

a date.

that’s all it was. a date.

a first date.

to say paige was nervous was an understatement. she didn’t know what to plan for a date, let alone a first one. when was the last time she went on a date?

it’s been a week since you’ve met and paige is pacing back and forth her shared dorm living room. azzi and kk are sat on the couch, munching on some popcorn like they were watching some kind of television show.

“if you keep pacing i’m pretty sure you’ll burn a hole in the ground.”

paige freezes in her spot, turning to glare at azzi. “i’m not pacing.”

“girl boo! yes you are!” kk grabs paige by her shoulders and forces her to sit down. “we get it, you’re nervous—”

“—i’m not nervous,” paige interrupts.

“bookie be so for real right now,” kk deadpans, not believing paige at all.

“okay! fine, i’m nervous. so fucking nervous cause she’s so pretty and like what if she hates me after this? what if she realized i wasn’t as cool as the letters made me out to be?” paige spiraled and her friends hadn’t seen her like this before. 

“okay, let’s just calm down. paige, you’ve been texting and calling nonstop since meeting in person. if she didn’t like you then she wouldn’t be doing that.”

they were right. 

she was nervous. 

paige bueckers has never been this nervous in her life.

not before a championship game, even before her first game back from her injury. 

but now? she’s sat on her bed, phone in one hand, a notebook filled with scribbled-out ideas in the other? she was freaking out.

for some reason, this felt bigger than anything she had ever faced in the court.

she had spent the past half hour staring at a blank text message, trying to come up with something casual, something cool. but every time she types something, she immediately deleted it.

“hey, wanna go out some time?”

(nope, too vague.)

“i was thinking we could go out to dinner this weekend?”

(ugh, too basic.)

“what’s up? wanna go to the gym with me?”

(really? a gym?)

she groaned, flopping onto her back and staring at the ceiling. this shouldn’t be this hard. she had spent months writing you letters, talking about everything from childhood stories to her most embarrassing moments. and yet, not that she had the chance to actually take you on a real date, her brain was short-circuiting.

she eventually goes with her gut, writing a short note and taping it on your door with a single rose. she knocks on the door and runs away, not wanting you to see her yet.

you open the door to find nothing there, but as you were about to close the door, you notice the rose, then the note.

y/n,

i would love to take you out on a date tonight. pick you up at six? dress casual but comfortable.

text me your answer.

-p

paige was pacing in her room, hoping to get a message from you. minutes later, she hears a ding. scrambling for her phone, she sees a message.

it’s a date.

she jumps, pumping her fist in the air.

before she knew it, she was outside of your dorm building, leaning against her car, waiting for you to come out.

you walk out shortly after and paige thought you were the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.

“hey.”

“hi,” paige replied, opening the passenger side door for you. hopping into the driver’s seat, she drives to your destination, not telling you where no matter how many times you ask.

your eyes light up when you saw her pulling into the parking lot.

“the arcade!”

paige smiled so big, loving how excited you looked. “yup! you ready to get your ass beat?”

“oh we'll see about that!”

the arcade was buzzing with noise—bells ringing, kids shouting, the hum of old-school machines filling the air. paige handed you a game card, fingers brushing against yours for a second longer than necessary. she pretended not to notice the way her heart jump at the contact. 

“alright,” she said, cracking her knuckles. “what’s first?”

“you pick,” you challenged.

paige grinned, “say less.”

she led you straight to the basketball shooting game. “figured i’d start with a little warm up.”

you rolled your eyes in feign annoyance, but you were smiling. “of course you picked this one.”

paige swiped the card and grabbed the ball, effortlessly sinking shot after shot. by the time the timer had ran out, she had nearly doubled the previous high score.

she turned to you looking smug. “think you could beat that?”

you crossed your arms, “i know i can.”

paige swiped the card for you, watching you take the ball and to her absolute horror, you started sinking shot after shot like a pro. 

“wait-what?” paige watched with wide eyes as the scoreboard ticked up. 

the buzzer sounds and you barely just surpassed her score, then turned to her with a smirk. “i thought you were the professional one here?”

paige blinked, “okay, hold up—who are you?”

you laughed, “i may have forgotten to mention i played basketball in high school.”

paige groaned, running a hand down her face. “you sandbagged me.”

“maybe a little,” you admitted, grinning.

paige laughed, shaking her head. “okay, that was actually kind of hot, but i will be getting revenge.”

for the next hour, the two of you went back and forth, competing in everything from skee-ball to air hockey. paige had expected to be the dominant one, but you held your own, matching her win for win. she had never met someone who could actually keep up with her competitive side without being obnoxious about it.

by the time you made your way to the claw machine, paige was down my one game.

“alright, i have one last challenge,” she said. “if i win you a prize, i get bonus points and we call it a tie.”

you raised an eyebrow, “or you could just admit i won.”

“not happening.”

you laughed as paige swiped the card and maneuvered the claw toward a stuffed blue dinosaur in the corner. she focused, tongue poking out slightly as she adjusted the controls.

“serious question,” you said, watching her concentrate. “are you this competitive about everything?”

paige didn’t look away from the claw. “only when it matters.”

she pressed the button. the claw descended… grabbed the dinosaur… and promptly dropped it before it could reach the chute.

paige stared, “are you kidding me?”

you burst out laughing. “so close.”

paige sighed dramatically. “alright, fine. you win. but only because the machine is rigged.”

“sure it is,” you teased.

paige shook her head, smiling as she turned to you. “you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“a little,” you admitted.

she smirked. “guess i’ll just have to redeem myself at ice cream.”

the two of you walked to the ice cream shop down the street, the air crisp but not too cold. paige felt the nerves from earlier completely disappear. the date had gone better than she could’ve hoped, and the best part?

it felt easy.

she stole a glance at you as you debated between flavors, your nose scrunching slightly in thought.

she liked this. she liked you.

once you both had your ice cream, you found a bench outside to sit on.

“so,” paige said between bites. “did i do okay? you know, for a first date?”

you smiled at her. “you did great, p.”

her heart flipped at the nickname, at the warmth in your voice.

“good,” she said, leaning back against the bench, looking up at the sky. “because i’d really like to do it again.”

you nudged her playfully. “only if you’re ready to lose again.”

paige chuckled, shaking her head. “we’ll see about that.”

and as she sat there beside you, eating ice cream under the city lights, she realized something—

this was the best win she’d ever had.