#and then i was like we both close tomorrow night we should hang out again
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darthbecky726 · 7 days ago
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I think I'm falling in love
#my best friend jack and i have been drifting closer and closer over the past few months#and on Monday night after work we met up at wingstop and ate there and sat for a bit#and then we left right before they closed and then stood in the parking lot hugging for over two hours#just hugging and swaying and talking#and we agreed that we're on the same page and that we're both into each other romantically#but he just got out of a relationship with a rocky break up and another ex is being a crazy bitch at the moment#so we agreed we're both ready for and we're not going anywhere but we cant start anything yet#and then i was like we both close tomorrow night we should hang out again#and he was like well we can watch a movie at my place and you can sleep on the couch#spoiler alert: we slept in his bed snuggled up together#and out pact to take it slow fizzled out real quick when we discovered how much fun it is to kiss each other#cut to friday night#were both closing at work but hes out like two hours later than me#we text literally non stop#im going to a wawa to get air in my tires and he asks which wawa#he gets to leave work early bc he was done and comes and meets me at the wawa#where we proceed to stand in the parking lot hugging for another hour at least#occasionally kissing#but now this week hes working literally night shifts all week#2230-0700#but saturday he picked up a shift where i work and its the same out time as me#and were gonna go to his place and hang out after again#and im literally so excited just to spend more time with him#he and i match each other's energy so well its crazy#in my head ive started calling him my boyfriend but i cant do that yet even at work#bc he used to work where i work and everyone there is nosy as fuck#and they def will notice if i get a bf out of the blue and also i smile stupid big whenever someone mentions jack#anyway carrie this is me telling you but you can literally not tell anyone else istg#if i hear from mom and dad that you said something......#personal
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lcriedlastnight · 22 days ago
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Hii! I have a request:
Lando's 'friend' (who actually has a crush on him) is rude to his girlfriend (Reader), and reader doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to cause problems. But Lando finds out somehow and decides to show his 'friend' just how much he loves his girlfriend.
I see it more as a kind of smut, but whatever you're comfortable with is fine!
hi! tysm, i don't think i'm completely comfortable with smut, sorry!!
if you see any mistakes you actually didn't because i don't make mistakes that's actually just how those words and spelled now.
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"does she not bother you?" carlos asks you as he watches her throw herself all over your boyfriend. you watch along as well because what were you supposed to do? you sure as hell weren't saying anything to him, they had been friends longer than you had even known lando and you were not the type of girlfriend who told her boyfriend who he can and can't friends with, even if one of them is so clearly throwing herself at him and does not want a platonic relationship with him.
"it just baffles me how he doesn't even notice it. he's completely oblivious. it's insane." you reply back to the spaniard. "she's so rude to me too. i don't think she's ever been nice to me."
carlos scoffs, knowing all too well what she was like, i mean he's had to deal with her for a great deal longer than what you've had to. you're heart does go out to him, poor boy.
before carlos can actually reply to you though, lando makes his way over and of course she is hanging off his arm, like usual. you've never said anything to lando before because you can see every single way that the conversation goes pear shaped but she is acting like she's the one dating your boyfriend and you're just clinging onto him. if nothing it's embarrassing for you and you're friends hadn't been as kind when they told you how looked from the outside.
lando walks over to stand right beside you with his 'best friend' on his other side. carlos give you a look that almost makes you laugh. it was supposed to be a serious look but carlos did not pull it off as effectively as he would've wanted with the alcohol coursing through his veins.
"hey." you greet them both, giving lando a little side hug then taking your arms off him completely. lando looks confused but he doesn't even get the chance to say anything about it because she is opening her mouth and her voice hurts everyone's ears, you're sure of it.
"you not even gonna say hello to your mans best friend?" she slurs, you aren't sure how much she's had to drink but it explains how handsy she was tonight. she's never usually this bold when you were around.
"i did, i was saying hello to you both." you try to clear up. being sober you were not in the mood to argue with some drunk girl who so clearly wanted what you have.
"mhm, sure. you just wish that you and lan are as close as we are!" she giggles. carlos can't even hold in the noise he makes at that and he knows that he has to leave before he says something he might regret in the morning. he leaves with a 'goodbye mate' to lando and a sympathetic look to you, feeling bad for you leaving you.
"why aren't you drinking, lanny?" she asks, voice all high pitched it makes your ears ring. god, you have never wanted to leave somewhere as quick as you did here.
lando gives you a look that you don't have time to decipher before he turns back around to her to answer.
"well, we are going out tomorrow and i don't want to have hangover tomorrow." it's a simple explanation and it's the exact same he had told you when you were both getting ready at his. she grunts and grips his bicep maybe a little too tight for a friend, but again, what were you to do about it?
"ugh, you should just drink! remember when we used to go out partying all night? those were the days huh? no one tying us down?" this tips you over the edge and you decide that it's maybe better for you to leave before you can't control your words or actions anymore.
"i think i'm going to head home." you tell lando, no explanation. lando frowns - you can tell he wants to ask you whats wrong but he can't because she's literally pulling him away from you and towards the bar with what you can only describe as an evil smile on her face.
you decided that lando has to know. this conversation was not going to be easy.
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after talking to lando you realise that he actually did start to notice how weird she was acting so it did make you feel a little better. what you weren't looking forward to though was a dinner to celebrate her birthday that you had both been invited to. you were kind of surprised that you had even been invited but still you both decided to dress up and attend the fancy dinner.
lando had promised you in the car that he wasn't putting up with her bullshit tonight and he was just going to tell her directly - her birthday or not. it didn't make you want to attend the dinner anymore than before though.
as lando pulls the car into a parking space around the side of the building, he pulls the hand break up and pulls your hand into his with a promising look in his eyes.
"i know you really didn't want to come tonight - you don't know how much it means to me that you have. i promise the minute she starts i'll call her out and put a stop to it. in front of everyone if i have to." the look in his eyes is enough to tell you that his words hold meaning so you believe him and let his press a sweet kiss to your hand before he;s running around the front of the car to open your car door for you and lead you into the restaurant.
making your way inside you catch the eyes of all of her posh, stuck up friends and they all give you the exact same dirty look that, if it was anyone else, would've made you curl up and wish the night to end so you could go home and cry about it but that was not on the cards for tonight, so you put on a brave face and walk towards the two free seats, clinging onto lando's hand. he gives you a quick squeeze.
the dinner doesn't actually go too bad, but you think that's because you aren't seated close enough to her for her to actually interact with you or lando. you both just keep to yourselves until the end of the night approaches and offers of heading to a nearby club to celebrate further are being thrown around the table like confetti from a canon.
"you'll come out with us, right?" you hear her call from the other end of the table, she was always so desperate to make conversation with lando she would scream at him from miles away. it wouldn't take an idiot to notice lando's discomfort so that's when he decides to excuse himself and head to the toilets to 'freshen up', leaving you alone in your own personal version of hell.
the table was loud, it had been all night but you can hear the words she brags loudly, almost like she wanted you to hear over the bustling crowd surrounding you.
"yeah she's just place holder, lando told me that i was the one for him and that he's just looking for an excuse to throw her to the curb!" her voice is as shrill as usual, maybe even more.
you don't think yourself to be a secure person much but you think this moment may go down as the one moment in your relationship with lando that you think that you are the girl you would pick over anyone else. you feel the rage boil up inside you and just before you can stand up to call her out of her complete and utter bullshit of a lie, a hand is resting softly on your shoulder and before you know it you get a fleeting glimpse of your boyfriend's cheeky smile before he is practically eating you whole.
you and lando have had your fair share of passionate kisses throughout the course of your relationship but every single one of them had been in the privacy of one of your homes, so to kiss him like this where anyone could see, where she could see? it filled you with so much joy and possessiveness that you could never imagine you were even capable of.
lando pulls away with a smile but is leaning back in for a few more quick kisses like he can't get enough of you before he is properly pulling away and holding a hand out for you to take. the entire table is silent, the first time the whole night you think. holding your hand just like when you both arrived, lando throws some cash on the table.
"that's for our meals, thanks for the invite but i don't think we'll be seeing each other again...ever." lando says before practically dragging you to the car, desperate to get you home.
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willowsnook · 3 months ago
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Fake Boyfriend (LN)
lando norris x friend!reader
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To say your ex had done a number on you would be a gross understatement. You went feral when you found out he was sleeping with your former best friend and your actions probably should have gotten you locked up. You smashed all the windows of his car, filled your own with his stuff and then drove down the streets of Monaco tossing it out the window, and then went and got your nipples pierced.
Your friends were very worried about you back then but it was better now. Now your blood pressure only skyrocketed every other time you heard his name. Which is why while you were all hanging out, your friend Rachel was looking at you very nervously.
"So you know how we are celebrating Matt's birthday tomorrow," she started and you nodded along. Matt was her boyfriend of a couple of years. "Well Eli is going to be there."
The paper cup you were holding crushed in your hand and your friend Max (F) snickered.
"That's fine," you said, your voice a higher octave than normal. "Not sure why everyone thinks it would be a problem."
"Probably because we are all convinced you would stab him if you got the chance," Max said looking up from his spot on the couch. "Can someone let Lando in?"
You'd met Lando through Max last year and liked him so far. He was definitely your type but you were still with Eli and then Lando watched your psychotic break so you didn't view him as any kind of prospect.
"What's up?" He said walking into the living room.
"Oh nothing Lando," you said cheerily. "Absolutely nothing!"
He shot a look to Max who was laughing and sat down next to you on the couch.
"I'm guessing this has to do with Eli," he said and you slapped his arm.
"He who must not be named," you hissed and he smirked.
"It's literally been 6 months babe," he teased and you rolled your eyes.
"Look, I would never get back with that rat, but it is now my purpose in life to make him suffer whenever our paths cross," you said confidently.
"You need to get laid," Rachel said and Max seconded that. Lando didn't say anything, looking at you to respond.
"Probably," you sighed. "What are we going to do about the party tomorrow though?"
No one said anything as they all contemplated, then Max quickly sat up.
"I know, you need a fake boyfriend," he said and you thought about it.
"That could work but also maybe not because he wasn't really the jealous type," you replied.
"Well would he be jealous if he saw you with someone way hotter and more successful than him?"
"Yeah"
"Perfect, Lando will do it," Max said grinning and both your and Lando's heads snapped up.
"What?" You both said.
"Lando is perfect," Rachel said. "How could someone not be jealous of you being with a Formula 1 driver?"
Chewing on the inside of your cheek you looked over at Lando who was already looking at you.
"If you're okay with it ?" You trailed off.
"Yeah, I could do that," he said. "Just one night." He shot Max a look that you couldn't decipher but it made Max grin.
"It's settled then."
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Walking towards Lando's car that was parked outside your building, you watched him hop out to open your door for you. His gaze lingered on you, taking in your outfit, specifically the top half.
"I didn't know you got your nipples pierced," he said, settling into the car.
"Hmm yeah, did it a couple of months ago," you said looking through your phone. "You can see them later if this goes well."
The words spilled out of your mouth so naturally catching the both of you off guard. You snapped your head up looking at Lando whose mouth was slightly agape. He quickly closed his mouth, eyes darkening as he looked down at your chest again and you felt yourself getting warm, the tension high.
The rest of the ride was silent as you fidgeted with your rings, looking out the window. Lando passed the keys to valet as you arrived and held his hand out to you before you entered.
"Ready?" He asked and you flipped the switch giving him a big smile.
"Of course baby," you said and he smirked. His hand tightened around yours as he led you through the crowded club and you pointed to the VIP section where you saw your friends. You gave Matt a big hug wishing him a happy birthday before going to grab a drink at the bar.
While waiting, you felt someone slide in next to you and you turned towards them just as they opened their mouth.
"Y/n"
"Eli," you greeted with a mega watt smile. "So good to see you."
He took you in smirking, especially when he could see your piercings through your top.
"Nice piercings, would love to see them later," he said hungrily and you started to reply before you felt an arm snake around your waist, a hard chest on your back.
"Aren't they nice? Taste even better," Lando said from behind you making you blush. Eli's smirk dropped instantly as he took in the new guy, recognition on his face.
"And who are you?" Eli asked and Lando scoffed.
"Ah come on mate, you know who I am, I mean who doesn't," he said cockily and you could tell Eli was getting pissed. You turned to look up at Lando smiling lovingly.
"Hi baby," you greeted, meeting his lips in a short kiss. Starting to pull away, Lando squeezed your ass causing you to gasp, letting him deepen the kiss. Flustered you pulled away, grabbing your drink to take a sip.
"You know she's fucking crazy right?" Eli sneered and you rolled your eyes. "She's definitely just using you for your status, that's her thing." You laughed out loud at this causing Eli to look at you.
"That's my thing?" You laughed. "Like I've done that before? Sorry remind me again where a failed crypto investor lands up in the social hierarchy?"
Eli reddened as Lando laughed.
"Enjoy my sloppy seconds man," he bit out. "Hopefully she's half as clingy with you as she was with me."
This struck a chord in you as it was something you had always been insecure about. Lando noticed and let go of you, getting in Eli's face.
"That's enough," he said gripping Eli's shirt. "If I hear her name come out your mouth ever again I will bury you."
You had slipped away to head back to your section, a little overwhelmed.
"Hey," Lando grabbed you turning you around. "You okay?"
Looking up at him you grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down for a heated kiss. One hand rested on your waist while the other gripped your jaw as he aggressively kissed you back, bruising your lip. Breathing hard, you pulled away.
"What was that for?" He asked catching his breath.
"Just needed to feel something," you replied before turning and heading back, not before lacing your fingers with his. Rachel's eyebrows were raised as she watched your spectacle and you gave her a smirk.
Joining her on a couch you filled her in on what had just happened while throwing back a couple of shots.
"You guys actually look like a real couple," she said smirking. "A very hot one."
"I wish," you replied looking over to where Lando was engrossed in a conversation with Max. He looked over at you and shot you a wink. "He's definitely my type."
"Then why don't you go for it?"
"I don't know it's hard," you said looking down at your drink. "It's hard to come back from walking in on the person you thought was the love of your life bottomed out in the person you thought was the platonic love of your life."
"Lando is a good guy though, you know that," she said and you gave her a small smile. "Speak of the devil."
You looked up to see Lando standing there holding out a hand for you.
"Come on," he said and you let him pull you up. He dragged you over to the DJ booth, greeting the man who let the two of you slide in.
"What are we doing?" You yelled at Lando over the noise.
"DJing" He yelled back with a boyish grin. He placed you in front of him, putting his hands over yours to help you control the board. You felt yourself letting loose, laughing along with Lando's antics, and having fun. The actual DJ eventually took back over and Lando led you back to your section which was now empty.
"Hmmm, looks like they didn't last," you mused. "Ready to go?"
Lando nodded, grabbing your hand again to lead you out of the club. Insisting on the night not being over you found yourself walking along the docks giggling at Lando's stories.
Slowing down you came to a stop, enjoying a pretty view of the moonlight over the water. Feeling Lando's eyes on you, you turned to meet his eyes. He inched closer to your face and your breath hitched. Giving you one last look he closed the gap, slowly moving his lips against yours. Kissing him back you tangled one of your hands in his curls bringing him even closer to you.
"You don't have to pretend anymore," you murmured in between kisses and he pulled back chuckling.
"Trust me, I'm not pretending," he said before bringing you back in for another kiss. Smiling against his lips you relaxed. You smirked at his swollen lips when he stepped back and his eyes flickered down to your chest.
"So about getting to see those piercings?" Lando said cheekily and you laughed, pulling him back to the car.
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wileys-russo · 9 months ago
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filling the void (3) II a.putellas x sister!reader
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prequel one two
since you all wanted to be hurt so bad here is more angst! and for the sake of the broken and left behind younger sibling support club, a little comfort and some steps forward too - song i listened to when writing was we might be dead by tomorrow by Soko! filling the void (3) II a.putellas x sister!reader
after your outburst it worried eli to watch you retract into yourself, and for an entire week bar going to work you hardly left your room.
something out of character for someone like yourself who since your sisters decided they didn't want to spend time with you anymore, had thrown yourself head first into social activities with people who did.
you still saw your friends at work and when they drove you home or picked you up for a shift, but you had a variety of excuses to avoid the dinners or hang outs you were invited to outside of that, alarming not only eli but also your friends now.
your friends had all of course been filled in on the discourse of your apparent abandonment, having assured you time and time again that it wasn't your fault.
they spent time affirming to you that it was just an unfortunate side affect of the large age gap which wasn't something you had any control over. they all did their best to make you feel supported in your emotions whilst also encouraging you not give up on the relationship with your sisters entirely.
something that probably would have benefited both alexia and alba to know, at first feeling sorry for themselves after your outburst. this was then channeled into a disapproval for these new older friends you kept close.
guards went up from both of your sisters about how these strangers were trying to replace their space in your life, they were your older sisters not these new girls hanging around.
eli had all but banned alba and alexia from coming over throughout the week following your explosion at them, warning you needed space and time and that the more they pushed you the further away you'd pull, case in point your outburst in the first place which had spawned from both of them going at you too hard and too fast.
but when the weekend rolled around and still you made no move to leave the comfort of your bedroom or the family home eli decided maybe it was time she step in a little, unable to see any change in your antisocial behaviour unless she offered a somewhat forceful helping hand.
"hija." you looked up from a book your head was buried in with a raised eyebrow. "i am going to watch alexia's game soon." eli started as you noted she was dressed in a barcelona jersey with alexias name and number proudly on the back.
"okay." you nodded with a small frown of suspicion, unsure why she was really telling you this and sensing maybe there was more to it.
"you should come with me." the woman continued encouragingly with a warm smile. "are you asking me or telling me mami?" you questioned with a sigh making the older woman chuckle.
"telling. you have not left the house all week nena and i am worried about you." her voice softened the last few words as you sighed. "mami i'm fine! i am going to see my friends tomorrow night." you promised as she hummed.
"really? that is good then." eli smiled happily as you hummed. "sí, they said if i did not come willingly they would break in here and kidnap me, so i didn't really have a choice." you sighed making your mami chuckle.
"bien. now get dressed we leave in ten minutes!" eli clapped as you made a face. "wait i still have to come?" you asked with a small groan as she nodded. "sí, i was telling not asking." the woman smiled as you groaned again but snapped your book shut.
and sure enough ten minutes later you were following her out the door albeit begrudgingly, your airpods confiscated the moment you tried to put them in, deflating even further as you slid into the car.
"don't look so miserable fresa, watching one football match will not kill you." eli chuckled throwing the car into reverse as you sighed dramatically. "i could only dream of being so lucky." you mumbled sliding on a pair of sunglasses.
"why are we here?" you questioned a little anxiously as you recognized the street she turned down a little while later. "picking up your hermana, she is also coming." eli spoke with a slight air of caution, glancing to you as you frowned clearly a little lost in your thoughts.
"mi hija i know your sisters have really hurt you i am not dismissing that, and i will not push you any further then you are ready to when it comes to letting them fix it. but you are all still my daughters and i enjoy spending time with all of you, together." eli tried to put it as gently as she could as you sighed but nodded none the less.
when you didn't say anything further eli didn't prompt you to do so, waving at alba who locked up her place behind her and made her way to the car, surprise flickering clearly across her face seeing you sat in the front seat.
"hola mami." your sister slid into the back, leaning forward and kissing eli's cheek, contemplating for a brief second whether to greet you in the same way but thinking better of it and settling back in her seat.
"hi fr-hermana." alba was quick to catch herself, eli flashing her a small smile through the rear view mirror as you hummed and mumbled back a greeting, gaze trained out the window.
you zoned out of the conversation which followed the duration of the drive to the stadium, alba trying a couple of times to include you but when she only received one word replies she recognized that was likely doing more harm than good and ceased her efforts.
you stuck out a little once you all arrived, finding your seats in the friends and family section and you were one of the only spectators sat without a jersey on.
you of course had more than enough to choose from. as you grew up alexia had gifted you with countless jerseys both for spain and barcelona.
some she'd played in during important games and wanted you to have over anyone else, and some were just spares, getting most of your immediate family members the latest kits as soon as they dropped.
but when you'd stopped bothering to go to her games you had assumed this ceased. but unbeknownst to you alexia had a whole horde of jerseys at her home for you, but at her own fault barely having spent much time with you had disallowed her to be able to gift them to you.
so even though you could have easily worn a barcelona jersey, you were still upset with both of your sisters. so to wear alexia's name and number on your back felt a little too close to home for the time being which eli had respected enough not to bring up when she'd noticed.
you'd managed to busy yourself with your phone for a good half an hour, sat on one side of your mami as alba sat on the other, the two engaged in their own conversation that your anti social behaviour prompted you not be involved in.
but everything changed when eli stood to use the bathroom before kick off, alba then taking it upon herself to slide across one seat now sat right beside you causing a small sigh to drop from your lips.
"hermana." alba started gently and you recognised where she'd be angling this conversation from the soft tone of her voice.
"alba por favor i really do not want to talk about the other night, i do not even want to be here." you exhaled honestly, watching the warm ups on the pitch and avoiding her eyes.
"then why did you come?" your sister asked curiously, propping her arm over the back of her chair to rest her head on her fist. "mami made me." you grumbled in annoyance crossing your arms across your chest with a frown.
"so you don't have a curfew and go out at all hours of the night doing whatever you want with her permission but mami can still make you come to ale's games?" alba spoke as your head whipped around to snap at her though seeing the teasing smile on her face you realized she wasn't serious.
"sí." a small smile crept onto your lips which disappeared quickly. "saw that." alba commented quietly, turning her eyes back to the pitch as yours rolled.
thankfully before you were subjected to anymore small talk eli returned, but to your dismay alba didn't move seats and instead was now sat still beside you as eli sat on her other side.
when warm ups finished alexia's eyes drifted to the crowd, spotting olga sat with a few friends and waving before looking for her family. she spotted eli with a grin, waving again as alba did the same and for a moment alexia's eyes glanced over you without a second thought.
but then they snapped right back and widened in shock, not having seen you at a game for a long time now she hadn't even realised the figure sat beside alba was you.
"mami made her come!" alba mouthed giving the captain a subtle thumbs up as you missed the entire thing, attention focused on your phone.
catching eli's eye next alexia mouthed a thank you as the older woman smiled and gave a curt nod, alexia hurrying off to follow after the team to the change room.
upset with her or not and no matter how long it had been since you were at estadi johan cruyff there was no denying your sister was a force to be reckoned with on the football pitch, and she was enigmatic to watch play.
just before she was subbed off in the second half alexia lined up near the goal when caro stepped up to take the corner, delivering the ball in perfectly for your sisters head to knock it into the back of the net.
you looked around as the crowd errupted, chanting alexia's name as you of course clapped her goal though without quite as much enthusiasm as those around you.
you watched your sister turn toward where the three of you were sat and make a weird signal with her hands, blowing a kiss at your mami before racing back for kick off.
"you saw that, sí?" alba nudged you with a grin as you gave her an odd look. "qué?" you questioned a little confused as to what you were supposed to have been looking at.
"ale's celebration. E, A, F." alba recreated it with her own hands as the strange look didn't drop from your face and your older sister rolled her eyes.
"e-" she pointed at eli beside her. "-a-" she pointed at herself. "-f." she pointed to you as it clicked. "oh." you mumbled, dropping your sunglasses down over your eyes and remaining quiet for the duration of the match.
"can i go wait at the car?" you asked hopefully, glancing to eli as the stadium had now mostly cleared and the girls friends and families were making their way down to the pitch to greet the team on their six to nil win.
"no, stay where i can see you please hija there are a lot of people around still. i think you should come say hi to your hermana, but i will not push you." eli squeezed your shoulder with a gentle smile as you nodded, staying in your seat as she headed down to the barrier where alexia was already speaking with olga and alba.
you pulled your knees up to your chest and sighed, doom scrolling through your social media's to try and pass time as you attempted to ignore the internal battle your mind was having whether to go greet your sister or not.
"well well well, hola diablillo." you jumped a little in shock as a new body dropped down into the seat beside you, sunglasses snatched from your face and placed onto her own as you couldn't help but grin.
"you are so annoying maría give them back!" you laughed reaching for them as she clicked her tongue and pushed your hand away each time you reached to take them back.
"no i think i will keep them, they look better on me anyway no?" mapi teased before pulling you into a hug. "it has been some time since we've seen you here diablillo." mapi's voice was a little softer now and you weren't sure if alexia had filled her in at all on what had happened lately.
"sí, i have been busy." you shrugged dismissively making mapi chuckle. "ohh because you are so grown up now, just a little worker girl hm? too grown up to slum it with your sisters friends at a football match." mapi teased pinching and pulling at your cheeks playfully.
as you caught up with the older girl who seemed in no rush to go greet the rest of her teammates you were too occupied to feel alexia's eyes where she watched on from the barrier.
eyebrows furrowing and a strange feeling twisting in her stomach at the way you easily conversed with her best friend, rough housing around with her and laughing, just like how you used to with alexia.
"amor." olga's hand caught her wrist as she jumped the barrier to head up toward you, giving her girlfriend a slight look of warning as alexia tugged her hand away.
"i am just going to say hi." alexia promised as olga still looked unsure but nodded, turning around as someone called her name and alexia headed off up into the stands.
"you know diablillo you are nearly old enough for some of these of your own, maybe you come over and i will bust out my gun sí?" mapi grinned wolfishly, showing you a few of her new tattoos.
your eyes lit up in awe as they traced the deep inkings which wrapped around the older girls limbs, the exact same way they had as a child when you first laid eyes on her.
"i don't know how our mami would feel about that maría, stop being a bad influence." alexia's tone was teasing but she didn't miss the way your entire body seemed to tense at her arrival, mapi grinning up at her best friend none the less.
"me? capitana i would never." mapi gasped, standing to her feet and messing up your hair before handing you back your sunglasses. "you call me and we can talk more about it. adios diablillo!" mapi addressed you now with a wink, messing up your hair before making her way down to where ingrid was waiting, the tall norweigan sending you a kind smile and a wave which you returned.
"hola." alexia recaptured your attention now, your body stiffening as she sat down beside you, your sister frowning a little as you leaned your body away from hers just slightly.
"did you enjoy the match?" alexia asked, cautious of her every word as you nodded. "sí, it was a good win." you acknowledged, resting your chin on your knee as your fingers drummed anxiously against your thigh.
"i am glad you came, i have missed seeing your face in the stands." alexia's next words sent a strange feeling through you. "you didn't even notice i stopped coming." your words came out before you could stop them, alexia deflating a little as still you refused to look at her.
"fresa-lo siento hermana." alexia was quick to correct, trying her best to remember snippets of what you said the other night. "i know i did not and i really really want to-" she couldn't even finish her sentence before you shot to your feet.
"i need to go to the bathroom." you were gone before alexia could blink, scrambling away like a startled deer as your sister sighed and tiredly dragged her hands down her face.
there was a soft touch to her shoulder and she glanced up to see her girlfriend looking down at her sympathetically. "no luck?" olga winced slightly as she sat down and alexia shook her head.
"i barely said two words and she was gone. she looked terrified, and of me!" alexia struggled to get out with another deep sigh as olga rubbed her back.
"we talked about this ale, slow. fresa needs time and i know you want to fix it cariño but you have to let her come to you, she needs to want to fix things." olga reminded softly as alexia nodded, kissing the girls cheek appreciatively before the two of them stood and made their way back down to the pitch.
your airpods finally returned to you they were quickly stuffed in your ears as you allowed alba the front seat and slipped into the back, swaying your head a little to the music bouncing around your head as eli drove home.
you were snapped back to attention as someone tapped your knee, pausing your music and pulling one of them out, alba having turned around from the front to smile at you as you were now stopped outside her house.
"would you want to get breakfast tomorrow?" your older sister asked careful not to come on a little too strong but it was hard not to miss the hopeful look in her eye.
"i have plans already." you declined as your sister nodded in understanding. "maybe another time then." she squeezed your knee quickly and kissed your mami's cheek goodbye, thanking her for driving before she was gone.
"are you going to get in the front nena or make me drive you home like a taxi?" eli caught your eye with raised brows making you grin, unbuckling yourself and moving to the front seat, your door closing and belt re-buckling before she drove off.
"i thought your friends were kidnapping you tomorrow night?" eli hinted subtly as you looked out the window and hummed. "they are." you confirmed with a small nod.
"do you have other breakfast plans then?" "no." you sighed, sensing some sort of lecture might follow.
"i'm not ready yet mami." you added on honestly, still trying to come to terms with it all and what you thought was best for you going forward now you had some time to process everything.
"fair enough fresa, take all the time you need. but know your hermana's do love you, very very much."
~
"this is nearly done, go choose something to watch." eli nodded as you moved off the stool you'd been sat on and headed toward the living room, clicking on the tv.
"something funny? a love story? action movie?" you called out as you flicked through the genre's. "mami do you have a pref-" you glanced toward her right as there was a loud clatter and your eyes widened.
"mami! estás bien?" you were by her side in an instant, the older woman clutching her chest and rapidly shaking her head as you panicked. "mierda!" you fumbled around in your pockets, pulling out your phone and calling for help.
you rattled off quickly what was happening, your anxiety sky rocketing as suddenly the older woman fell to the ground still clutching at her chest as the medical officer on the other end of the line calmly told you an ambulance was dispatched and talked you through what to do.
"mami? mami? mami!" you repeated, struggling to breathe yourself as suddenly the older womans eyes closed and she went limp and unresponsive. the operater encouraging you stay on the line and assuring the ambulance would be there any second now.
"i don't know if she's breathing!" you cried out, unsure how to check for a pulse as rapid knocks were heard at your door and you forced yourself away from eli's limp body, two paramedics barreling in the moment you unlocked the door.
the operator now hanging up a third paramedic gently assured you were doing all the right things and eli needed to go to hospital, promising you that she was still breathing as you nodded.
"is your papi here querida?" the paramedic asked softly as you watched them carefully load your mami onto a stretcher. "he's dead." you replied bluntly, panic peaking as the other two spoke so fast you couldn't understand but they were saying but you knew it was serious.
"venga, go get your shoes and you can ride with your mami in the ambulance." the older woman squeezed your shoulder with a kind smile, repeating the words and shaking you lightly when you remained rooted in spot watching them push the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.
your worry only continued when no one could really give you any answers, only repeating you would be at the hospital soon as they lowered an oxygen mask onto eli and spoke to one another in what felt like a second language over her head.
it was worse when you finally did arrive to the hospital, your mami wheeled off and out of sight as you panicked when you were informed you couldn't go with her and would need to sign it at the front desk and wait in emergency for further information.
"how old are you cariño?" the receptionist asked carefully when taking down your information. "seventeen." you replied, eyes straying every few seconds to the doors eli had been wheeled away into as if willing she would miraculously walk back out and all would be fine.
"you need to be over eighteen to be an emergency contact and sign the paperworker for your mami. is there anyone else who could come?" the lady asked as you sighed but nodded, knowing exactly who you needed to call as you excused yourself and pulled out your phone.
"alexia? algo malo sucedió, i need you."
~
alexia thanked the gods that she wasn't caught by police as she flew down the streets of barcelona going easily double the speed limit, barely saying two words to olga before she had her keys in hand and was sprinting out the door already on the phone to alba.
finding a park she locked her car and raced across the lot, chest tightening as she stepped into the emergency department, eyes scanning the waiting room before finally spotting you.
you'd always been shorter than her but sat on the chair in the waiting room drowned in a hoodie which was two sizes too big and staring off into space you looked positively tiny in alexia's mind.
you jolted and tensed up as arms were thrown around you, alexia noticing right away and letting go trying not to focus on how much it pained her that even in the current situation you couldn't hug her.
"you have to go fill in the admission paperwork at the front desk." you mumbled with a nod, refusing to even look her in the eye as you tucked your knees to your chest resting your chin on them.
spotting alba over your shoulder alexia caught her eye and stepped away toward the front desk leaving you with her, glancing repeatedly to the two of you every few seconds as she filled in the necessary documents.
"someone will be out later with more information." was the only answer she got when asking for an update on eli's condition, frustrated but knowing that now all you could all do was wait.
"hermanita what happened?" alexia crouched down in front of you as alba sat beside you, you shifted a little uncomfortably under the intensity of their stares but sighed.
"i don't know. mami was making dinner and everything was fine, i stepped away to find something for us to watch and i looked over when she dropped something and she was just grabbing at her chest-" you began to recount, your sisters hanging off your every word.
"-she couldn't speak she didn't even yell out or cry in pain or anything she was just silent but she looked terrified. then i called the ambulance and she fell down and her eyes closed and she went limp, i didn't know if she was breathing." you exhaled shakily and paused for a second before continuing.
"she didn't respond to anything i said or did she just laid there. and then the paramedics came and put her on a stretcher and we went in the ambulance and came here. then they wheeled her off back there and wouldn't tell me anything because i'm not eighteen." you puffed out air through your nose at that last part.
"they wouldn't tell me anything either, just said someone will be out with more information later." alexia sighed wearily, standing to her feet and sitting on your other side.
"oh fresa." alba started sympathetically, stretching an arm across your shoulders intending to draw you into her side but you shrugged her off. "please don't touch me." you muttered, your sisters sharing a concerned look over your head.
"hey nena we just-" alexia tried next, her hand which sat on your leg pushed away as you wordlessly stood and moved to a different row of chairs on the other side of the room sitting back down.
"just give her some space ale, she's clearly shaken up." alba stopped alexia where she stood to follow you. "even now she runs away like she's scared. mierda we're in the hospital!" alexia snapped as alba pulled her into a hug.
"she's not scared of you alexia she's just hurt, and we both know she has every right to be." alba reminded as the older girl exhaled and sunk back into her chair with a nod, both of them watching you cautiously as you seemed on another planet just looking off into space.
"segura?" around an hour later an official looking woman in scrubs and a clipboard called out, both of your sisters up and on their feet as you were quick to follow.
"daughters?" the woman clarified as you all nodded.
"your mami went into mild cardiac arrest, she's mostly stable but still out while we run some more tests to try and determine the cause. her heartbeat is quite irregular and she's having trouble breathing on her own so we've got her hooked up to a ventilator." the woman explained reading off her clipboard.
"can we see her?" alexia asked hopefully, deflating at the shake of head that followed. "she's in the coronary ward but she's being taken for some more tests soon. once we get the results of these initial ones she's just had someone will come speak to you, but all three of you don't need to be here." you frowned as that last sentence was clearly directed your way.
"gracias but we will all be staying." alexia stepped up protectively, the woman nodding before she stepped away and alexia rolled her eyes. "hey, have you eaten?" alba suddenly realised looking at you as you shook your head.
"vamos, the cafeteria should still be open." alba encouraged as you made no move to argue with her, tucking your hands into the pockets of your hoodie and nodding.
"go call olga. do you want a coffee?" alba checked as alexia nodded appreciatively, all three of you parting ways. you seemed lost in your own head as you arrived to the cafeteria, alba bumping you gently with her shoulder and nodding for you to pick something.
anxious and uptight you simply chose a sandwich, not really wanting to eat but knowing your sister well enough that if you didn't pick something she'd just pick for you.
"coffee?" alba offered as you shook your head, quickly paying for your sandwich before she could. "hey! i would have gotten that." your sister shoved you lightly as you shrugged, alba relieved when you didn't complain about the slight touch. "i have money." you replied dismissively, moving to take a seat while alba waited for their coffees.
it would seem you were hungrier than you realised as you polished off the sandwich in a few bites, finishing right as alba grabbed the coffees and you stood to follow her back to the waiting room, grateful she wasn't trying to push a conversation.
you took your seat again on the other side of the room to your sisters, missing the way their eyes raked over you with concern at how you stared blankly off into space, not a hint of emotion present in your features.
you of course were plagued with emotions, especially a growing anxiousness toward all the 'what ifs' which came with your mami's hospitalization and all the unknown details.
but determined to prove once and for all you weren't a baby anymore you'd bottled these feelings up, keeping them under lock and key in your own mind as you did your best not to let them show.
though as more time passed that anxiety grew and grew and grew and suddenly you couldn't seem to rid your brain of all the worse case scenarios racing around on repeat, sending your body into a sort of shock as you blocked out the world around you.
shaking your head and trying to zone back in you stood, needing a drink of some sorts and remembering having passed a vending machine on your way back from the cafeteria.
alexia watched you go with a small frown, alba having somehow fallen asleep in the hard chair next to her as the time was now nearing midnight and still they'd had no further news.
the overprotective older sister in her told her to call olga and have her come pick you up and take you to their home, though the slightly quieter but more rational side knew if she even suggested that it would only upset you and you'd refuse.
when a few minutes passed and you didn't return alexia grew a little worried, shaking a grumpy alba back awake and shoving half a cold coffee into her hand before following after you.
you glared at the vending machine in annoyance as again you tapped your phone to pay and punched in the numbers for the drink you wanted but it made no move to deliver it to you.
"vamos!" you shook it hoping that might help though to no avail as again nothing happened. trying another two times you were getting dangerously close to a breakdown as all of your bottled up emotions simmered on the surface and you gave the machine a hard kick.
finally the arm moved and grabbed the drink you wanted, but your eyes widened in disbelief as it seemed to die before it could drop into the awaiting chute, the entire machine going dark.
and that, that was what caused you to snap.
a string of curses left your mouth and hot tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as you kicked the machine over and over, missing alexia appear at the end of the hallway and race toward you.
"hey hey hey." you tensed as her arms grabbed your biceps and pulled you away, delivering one last hard kick to the machine before alexia had tugged you out of reach.
"get off!" you grunted though it came out as more of a choked up broken sob as alexia's heart dropped and despite the warning voice in the back of her head she refused to let go.
"alexia let go of me!" you cried out trying to pull away but your sister shook her head. "no." you weren't sure if it was the tone of her voice, your sheer exhaustion or the final overflow of the emotions which had been simmering for the last few hours but you gave in.
it was now alexia who tensed up in surprise as you suddenly turned in her arms and hugged her tightly, fists balling at her jumper as alexia relaxed and held you.
"está bien fresa, está bien. mami will be fine, everything will be fine." your sister cooed, hand rubbing small circles on your back as the other cradled your head which pressed into her shoulder.
a nurse walking past gave alexia a sympathetic smile which she returned, whispering assuring words in your ear and holding you tightly, no different than she would when you were upset and much younger.
after a few minutes you managed to calm yourself down a little, and realising who it was that was actively holding you had you pulling away and wiping your eyes with the corner of your sleeves.
"do you want to go for a walk?" alexia offered softly, and as much as the prospect of being alone with her wasn't ideal you really weren't up for returning to the silent stark white waiting room just yet so you nodded.
"wait." alexia held up a finger, glancing around to make sure no one was around before quite literally ramming her body shoulder first into the vending machine as your drink dropped down into the chute from the force.
"needed a footballers touch." your sister smiled handing it to you as you quietly thanked her. not really with any destination in mind the two of you started to wander, a comfortable distance between you as alexia ignored the urge to tuck you into her side like she would when you were younger.
"i do not think i have been in hospital this time of night since you broke your arm." alexia chanced a conversation, sending you a look which you met with a frown.
"i didn't break it alba broke it." you muttered with a slight huff causing a smile to curl onto your sisters lips at the memory.
you were eight years old and eli was working a night shift which left you in the care of both your older sisters for the evening.
showered and dinner had you'd all been watching a movie, dirty dancing, one you found incredibly boring and made a point to tell both your sisters this repeatedly throughout the entire film.
"he's strong!" you marveled as suddenly the main actor lifted his female counterpart into the air, holding her up easily and turning her around mid air. "pft thats easy!" alba dismissed with a scoff as you lifted your head from alexia's lap.
"you couldn't do it, chicken legs." you challenged as alba shot you a filthy glare which had you shrinking into your eldest sister who'd fallen asleep not long after the movie started, having trained twice today and gotten up early for a run.
"could too!" alba shot back as you shook your head. "could not." "could too!" "could not!" "could too!" "could not!"
"cállate por favor!" alexia interjected with a tired groan, eyes fluttering open and her hand moving to cover your mouth as you went to continue the argument.
"you are arguing with an eight year old?" alexia sighed at alba who rolled her eyes but ignored the question. "i could fresa. vamos, we will do it right now!" your middle sister stood and gestured for you to do the same as you wrenched alexia's hand off you.
"what are you both doing now? she should be in bed alba!"" alexia exhaled deeply, her own bed also calling her name. "bah! in a minute. go get a run up hermanita." alba ordered as you shrugged and jumped down from the couch.
"i do not even know what is happening and i know its a bad idea." alexia sighed rubbing her eyes with a shake of her head. "vale fresa, on my count!" alba encouraged readying herself as alexia watched on with a raised eyebrow.
"tres, dos, uno!" you sprinted on one, jumping as she grabbed you and indeed lifted you easily into the air. "muy bonito. the putellas hermanas everyone!" alexia's voice dripped with sarcasm as she clapped slowly with a roll of her eyes.
but what all three of you failed to miss was alba backing up dangerously close to the coffee table, alexia noticing just a millisecond too late.
"alba watch out for the-" the brunette started to warn before your sister made contact and tripped backwards. you hardly blinked then your body was dropping to the ground and a sickening crunch was heard.
"ay dios mio!" alba sat up and paled seeing your arm as you let out a scream, alexia dropping to her knees without a second thought and scooping you up. "get the car keys now!" she barked at alba who scrambled to her feet and raced off.
"hey hey hey fresa está bien, estás bien. don't cry nena don't cry!" alexia cooed, covering your eyes so you couldn't look down at your arm which was very clearly broken, your sobs muffled into her jumper as she sprinted out to the car, alba sliding into the drivers seat as alexia sat beside her still cradling you tightly in her arms.
"ale shouldn't she sit in the ba-" "drive alba! now!"
"she might have broke it but i'm the one who got in trouble for it!" alexia rolled her eyes with a small smile as you both turned around and headed back the way you came.
"i still was the worst off because it was my arm that was broken!" you reminded with a grunt. "hey you got a cast and jenni drew all over it, closest you got to having tattoos." alexia shrugged and you allowed yourself a small smile.
"and then you yelled at jenni and made her scribble over what she drew." you chuckled as alexia groaned. "because you were not going to school with detailed female anatomy on your arm." alexia sighed.
"it was educational!" "don't quote her! it was very inappropriate for an eight year old."
"that cast was so itchy it was the worst!" you sighed with a shake of your head. "then you threw a tantrum because it was white and not coloured." alexia teased lightly as you rolled your eyes.
"because liliana also broke her arm the week after and she got a red cast, and then everyone said she was faster than me." you frowned at the memory. "sí because red is the fastest colour?" alexia laughed beside you.
"obviously alexia, everybody knows that." you sighed as you both returned to the waiting room and at the tense atmosphere you clamped up again, falling silent and returning to your chair making your sister frown.
"anything?" alexia asked taking her own seat next to alba again. "she is done with tests for the night but still out of it, her breathing is better but her heart beat is still very irregular so they will monitor her closely." alba explained with a sigh, her eyes hovering over to you.
"anything?" her younger sister echoed the question back to alexia in regards to you now. "she had a slight meltdown but she didn't want to talk about it, got a hug out of her though and then we went for a walk and talked about when you broke her arm trying to do that stupid lift." alexia explained.
"and i proved i could do it!" alba defended as alexia gave her a side eye. "alba that is what you take from what i said?" the eldest putellas scoffed as alba shrugged, though before either girl could say anything the nurse from earlier reappeared and waved alexia over.
"you and your sisters should go home. you will not be able to see your mami until she is awake and more stable which will not be before tomorrow at least. she cannot afford anything to stress her out or affect her heart rate further until we have more answers on what caused the cardiac arrest." the nurse explained as alexia frowned but nodded.
"you are her emergency contact sí? we will call you once things change and you can all see your mami. but for now go home and rest, you cannot do anything else for her right now and she is in the best place being well looked after." the nurse encouraged before leaving again.
your eldest sister quickly filling alba in you were so zoned out you hadn't even seen her speak to the nurse, staring off into space as alexia took the seat beside you and bumped her shoulder into yours softly to gain your attention before filling you in.
"okay." you nodded quietly, glancing anxiously over your shoulder toward the doors where you'd last seen eli with a pained expression. "hey, they are right hermana there is nothing else we can do. you will come home with me and stay the night and we can go and see mami once she is awake." alexia's words had you shaking your head.
"its fine just take me home, i will be fine." you declined the offer firmly.
"i wasn't asking. you will stay with olga and i tonight and we can talk more about it tomorrow, its late and i think we all need some sleep. i will sleep better knowing you aren't in that house by yourself." alexia spoke softly but firmly, admittedly surprised when you gave in with a curt nod, making no move to argue.
"and you will call me as soon as you hear anything?" alba stressed as alexia sighed tiredly, unlocking her car for you to get into a little while later. "sí. as soon as i hear anything you will know!" alexia promised, drawing her younger sister into a hug before alba walked off to her own car and alexia slid into the drivers seat.
respecting that it didn't seem you were in any mood to talk alexia didn't try to make you, having already paid for her parking she slipped the ticket in and pulled out of the lot.
you watched the dimply lit streets of barcelona fly past in a blur, music filling the somewhat awkward tension in the car helping it to ease a little and before you knew it alexia was parking in the garage of her complex.
you exited the car and followed her into the elevator, still not a single word shared between either of you as your sister twirled her keys around on her finger and you both stepped out onto her floor.
alexia hadn't even turned the key in the door before it was swinging open, olga stood there with a sympathetic smile as you shuffled inside, wrapping your arms around yourself a little awkwardly as your sister kissed her girlfriend hello and closed the door.
"hermana do you want a shower? something to eat? drink?" alexia tried with a smile as you shook your head. "i'm tired." you hinted heavily, shifting from one foot to another and sending olga a small smile.
"vale, spare rooms all made up." alexia nodded behind you and with a quiet good night mumbled you were gone, door closing after you with a click as alexia seemed to deflate now you were no longer there.
"vamos mi amor, you look exhausted." olga encouraged softly, grabbing her girlfriends hand and alexia made no move to fight as she was pulled to her own bedroom, quickly changing and laying down in bed before filling olga in on everything.
"hey that sounds like some steps forward cariño? even just baby ones." the younger girl smiled softly as alexia hummed, the two finished speaking about eli and now moving onto you.
"and she came to your game, no?" olga continued as alexia shrugged. "because mami made her, and she'd rather talk to mapi than me." a slightly jealous pout curled onto her lips making her girlfriend chuckle and run a hand through her hair.
"she posted about going to the game? thats something." olga tried again as alexia gave her an odd look. "where? i did not see that." your sister frowned as olga grabbed her phone and clicked into instagram.
"see? shows she is not embarrassed to be at your game." olga showed your story as alexia's frown deepened and she was quick to grab her own phone from the nightstand.
"i don't see it?" your sister showed that your profile showed no story, comparing it side by side to olga's screen.
"amor what does this mean?" she pointed to the green trim around the edges of your story on olga's screen. "its on her close friends story." olga explained as alexia's eyes widened.
"she has a close friends story? why?" "a lot of people have them for privacy and stuff hermosa, especially teenagers." "privacy?" "sí, they might post stories that they do not want all their followers to be able to see so they have a close friends story where they can control who see's certain things." "and you....you are on her close friends." "sí, and lo siento mi amor but it looks like you are not."
"qué! i'm not going to show her stories to mami!" alexia scoffed as olga avoided her eyes. "why would she not want me on her close friends? i am a cool older sister!" alexia protested, clearly spiraling at this new information
"what? you want to say something, what?" alexia sat up a little and pressed her girlfriend who sighed. "querida. te quiero, mucho mucho mucho." olga started, grabbing alexia's hands in hers and kissing her knuckles.
"but you are...awkward ale. very very awkward!" olga winced as alexia's mouth formed a small o and she pulled her hands away. "no i am not! i play for barça, i go to fun events, i go to restaurants and bars and i travel and take nice photos. i take lots of photos of you all the time! i'm cool, i am!" alexia spiraled further as olga grabbed her hands again.
"you are thirty alexia, she is seventeen. i am sure its not personal! you are very cool amor, very cool." olga cooed in an attempt to soothe the blonde who scowled, crossing her arms and laying back down in bed.
"you are to your hermanita probably just...a little too old for her close friends story mi vida." "olga!"
~
you jolted upright in bed, body drenched in sweat and chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, tucking your knees up to your chest and rocking slightly with your eyes closed.
you hadn't had a nightmare in years but the one you'd just awoken from after the day you'd had meant your entire body was rigid and coiled with a cocktail of anxiety and dread.
being in your older sisters house in a bed and room that wasn't yours was not helping in the slightest. as your eyes adjusted to the darkness you kicked off the unfamiliar sheets which felt sticky and foreign against your skin.
managing to slow your breathing down a little you found your throat was dry, stripping off your hoodie and quietly leaving your room. a quick glance down the hall showing alexia's bedroom light was off you made a beeline for the kitchen.
you checked a few different cupboards before finally finding the glasses, doing your best to be quiet as you filled it with water and chugged it down, not hearing the soft footsteps which followed yor own.
"hermana?" you jumped a foot in the air and just caught the now empty glass by your fingertips as you nearly dropped it, grabbing at your chest and bending over a little as alexia stepped more into view.
"don't do that!" you warned in a harsh whisper, filling up the glass again and stepping aside as alexia grabbed her own glass and did the same. "lo siento. why are you up?" your sister asked with a concerned frown as you pointed to the glass in your hand and took a seat at the counter.
"did you have a nightmare? you only used to get up for water in the middle of the night when you had a bad dream." alexia asked softly once a few minutes passed and you hadn't made a move to return to your room.
you stayed silent as alexia leaned on the counter, not wanting to push you but watching the look of internal termoil clear on your face as your hands gripped the glass sat in front of you.
"if mami died i'd be all alone."
your words caught alexia off guard, a horrible sinking gut wrenching heart crushing feeling settling in her stomach as neither of you moved or spoke a word for at least a minute.
then once she seemed to snap out of the trance she'd been sent into she was rounding the counter, the thump of her glass against the counter bringing you back down to earth too and before you could take a breath there were hands either side of your face.
"no, no no no no. fresa you would never ever ever be alone. i would not let that happen no matter what i promise. i love you mi hermana, far too much to ever let you be alone. i would do anything for you!" alexia whispered out, holding your face firmly in your hands and her heart ached more seeing the tears pool in the corner of your eyes.
"then why did you stop trying to show me that? i have felt alone for the last year alexia! i felt like i have only had mami for the last year!" you could barely get your words out without your voice cracking, alexias stomach plummeting.
"because i am stupid and selfish and i saw you having friends and a life and i assumed you didn't need me around as much which was so wrong. i stopped checking in, i stopped making an effort and i hurt you. it is my biggest regret fresa, and not a day will go by where i will not wish i could change what has happened but i can't!" alexia's own eyes bore into yours filled with remorse.
"i know you are grown up now, but you will always be mi baby hermana. the same baby i held when you were born, watched learn how to talk and walk and whose hand i held when i walked you to school, who would steal my clothes or hide my boots so i didn't have to go to training because you would miss me and you couldn't come with me." alexia rambled, too far gone now to stop herself from word vomiting.
"the same baby who copied everything i did and snuck into my bed at night because you didn't like to sleep alone, who i would carry to the car when you fell asleep under the table at christmas dinner, who i tried to force to like football and accidentally knocked your front teeth out when i hit you in the face with the ball." alexia exhaled and finally stopped to take a breath before looking like she was going to continue.
"alexia." you sighed and pulled her hands away from your face.
"i know you and alba are trying, but it is really hard for me to see it as sincere when i tried for so long to tell you how i felt and neither of you listened." you spoke calmly, having swallowed the tears which wanted to burst forward.
"it is late and i am tired and it has been a really long night, i can't talk about this with you right now." you stood to your feet and went to leave, your sister grabbing your wrist gently as you paused.
"nena you would never be alone, vale? never." her lips ghosted your forehead but you were grateful she didn't pull you in for a hug, worried that would be the thing to tip you over the edge still actively swallowing back tears.
nodding at her words she let you go and the both of you returned back to your rooms though sleep didn't grace either you nor your older sister, both laying now wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
and alexia meant every word, she would fix this.
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minbells · 6 months ago
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Megumi who doesn’t think there’s anything more breathtaking than the sight of you in this very moment. And yet, there’s nothing too extravagant nor inappropriately enticing about what you’re doing. You’re just, there. And that’s enough for his heart to start racing.
"Can’t sleep?" he attempts a greeting, and you turn your head towards him, surprised to see him up and on the same rooftop as you in the late hours of the night. You have a book on your lap and your fluffy blanket is loose around your shoulders. As he gets closer he can spot goosebumps on your skin. You sleepily smile up at him, your legs dangling on the side of the rooftop and he almost wants to scold you from sitting too close to the edge. Instead his heart just melts because you look absolutely adorable and he wants to kiss you.
"Yeah, it’s just harder to fall asleep some nights," you hum, and you catch an understanding nod from him as he settles next to you. You stay silent for a little bit, book forgotten, and you both stare at the leaves rustling with the wind, appreciating how quiet and secluded Jujutsu Tech is, especially at night. The moon peaks through heavy clouds and your features are enhanced by the gentle glow — Megumi has to slightly shake his head to suppress the lovesick smile that threatens to appear on his lips. Lord, why does he only lose his cool around you?
"We should do something tomorrow," you suddenly blurt out after a long yawn, and it immediately triggers a blush on his cheeks. "You know, we never really hang out just the two of us."
"We’re hanging out right now," he responds before he could stop himself, and you smile sheepishly, turning towards him in an attempt to catch the look on his face. Dread is what you see, because why the hell did he say that? He almost wants to slap himself for his smart ass comment, but you just smile gently at him and all thoughts leave his head at the sight.
"I know, but I mean we should do something when we’re less sleep deprived and stores are actually open. We could go that arcade Yuuji always talks about, win tons of plushies and get into a food coma," your eyes sparkle slightly at the idea — you are so cute — but then you seem to come to your senses. "I mean, we could also do something more, uh, mature I guess, like taking a walk or something, I don’t know… do your demon dogs like to be walked?," you ramble and he finds it so endearing he almost doesn’t realize that you just asked him out.
Wait, did you just asked him out? And then he blurts it out; "Are you asking me out?," and part of him wants to jump off that roof because why is he so awkward about those things meanwhile you’re an absolute angel. There’s a few seconds of silent where your eyes just widen at him and you pull the blanket closer to your body, feeling slightly smaller under the pressure of his question.
"I- I mean," you trail off, avoiding his intense stare at all cost and finding a sudden interest in picking at the dirt under your nails. But then you remember that it’s Megumi, one of the most practical and calculated guy you know, always so unbothered — unless it comes to you, although you’re unaware of the effect you have on him — and you have a feeling that if you’re not completely clear about what you want he’s probably never going to do anything about it.
And so you find enough confidence in yourself to say what you really want to say. "Yes, I’m asking you out. On a date."
Again, the silence is heavy. You wonder if you came on too strong, if you’ve misread the connection that you’ve always felt with him. This wasn’t your first late night talk, and usually you would always train together. You were always close, and you definitely thought that there was something more that the two of you could share together. Meanwhile, he wonders if you’re joking, or maybe you’re sleepwalking and that’s why you ended up on the roof telling him things he would only dream about.
"You don’t have to, you know…" you try not to sound too disappointed.
"I would love to," he responds immediately, almost eagerly, and he scrambles for anything more coherent to say, but your whole face just lights up and you smile so bright at him that all his worries and awkwardness just melts away at the sight of your happiness. Your smile is exactly what he needed to boost his confidence.
"I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven after training, at your dorm," he says right before he loses his cool demeanour again, not realizing that his cheeks are pink and the tip of his ears red, heart pounding and hands suddenly sweaty — yeah he’s definitely not unbothered by you.
You happily lean in and kiss his cheek, only adding to the fire that’s already raging in his soul. "I can’t wait! What should I wear? I’ll ask Nobara… see you tomorrow, Megumi," you stand and leave, almost with a skip in your step, and he’s dumbfounded, completely lost in the moment, staring ahead with nothing but the sound of your lovely voice echoing in his head, saying his first name for the first time.
He’s left smiling so bright his cheeks hurt.
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rafeandonlyrafe · 8 months ago
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your friendly neighborhood spiderman
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warnings: spiderman!rafe, attempted robbery, friends to lovers, college student!reader, non canon spiderman things (no one tell miguel o'hara!)
huuuge shout out to @ladyinbl00d who inspired this completely <3
“did you see this new video of spiderman?” you question rafe, plopping down on the couch next to him, shoving your phone into his hand, already pulled open to tiktok. the video shows spiderman swinging through various buildings before disappearing into an alley.
“i wonder if that's near where he lives.” you hum, leaning your head against rafes shoulder. “you know, it's not that far from us.”
“what do you think of this spiderman guy anyways?” rafe questions, clicking the power button to get the screen to turn black. he's had enough spiderman for one night.
“i mean, he's like a hero right? he's great. and he protects the neighborhood which is what matters.” you nod, snatching your phone back from his hands.
“don't you have homework?” rafe asks as you begin to scroll again, trying to find more information.
“yeah, but don't you wanna know more? what if it's someone we know?” you gasp and turn to look at rafe. “what if it's someone in our building?”
“alright.” rafe chuckles, standing up and walking the short distance to your makeshift work area in the corner of the living room, pulling your chair away from the desk, “enough with this spider guy. get to work on your essay.”
“spiderman.” you clarify, but set your phone face down on the coffee table and take your seat at your desk, opening up your laptop.
despite rafes family being extremely wealthy in the outer banks, the money doesn't translate as well to new york city, so when you got accepted to a university in the city, rafe ended up renting a smaller apartment for the two of you.
you didn't expect your best friend to come with you, thinking you'd have to adjust to life without him, but rafe wasn't about to let you live alone in a big, often scary, city.
you finish your essay and quickly submit it, not bothering to proofread it as you navigate to instagram on your school laptop, looking for more spiderman sightings.
“y/n.” rafe says, making your eyes widen and slam the screen closed.
“yup?” you turn, a soft smile on your face, knowing you just got caught.
“time for bed.” he points towards your room, knowing you have your photography class early in the morning tomorrow.
“fine.” you roll your eyes. “you know, you're becoming more like ward every day.”
rafe sighs as you shut your door. he doesn't want to be treating you like this, but he knows the sun setting makes the criminals come out of hiding. he just wants to keep you safe and doing well in school, even if he does wish you chose one closer to home.
--
“neighborhood life.” you roll your eyes, linked arm in arm with your friend kayla. “i mean what does that even mean? you think an intro to photography class would give us more instructions. and then to say he doesn't want pictures of food stands or subways?”
“yeah, our professor sucks.” kayla agrees, camera hanging around her neck to snap a picture at a moments notice, while yours is shoved deep into your bag.
“maybe i can sit out on the fire escape tonight and try to get a picture of spiderman.” you hum, cheeks blushing slightly.
“that's actually a really good idea.” kayla admits with a nod. “i may just do the same.”
“ugh, i knew i never should have shared my idea with you, you bitch!” you say with a giggle, both dissolving into laughter as you reach your bus stop.
--
“what, you think spiderman is just going to conveniently fly by your window and you're gonna get a perfect picture?” rafe laughs.
you shrug. “stranger things have happened.”
“like what?” rafe questions, placing his hands on his hips.
“like your family finding all that gold.” you look to rafe, watching the way his face changes. you know there's something he isn't telling you about what happened. there's shame buried deep, and you're determined to find out what it is, but don't want to push your best friend and hurt his feelings.
“alright, sit out on the fire escape all night for all i care.” rafe shrugs.
and that is exactly what you do, sit on your windowsill, slipper covered feet against the metal landing, camera placed on your lap, waiting and watching.
the moon is full, shining brightly along with the city lights, skyscrapers that never seem to dull and yellow taxi cabs that never seem to stop running.
you let out a gasp when rafe opens up the window behind you, making you jump.
“sorry.” he says softly, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. “just wanted to make sure you're okay.”
he hands you a cup of hot chocolate. you take a sip before placing it onto the sill.
“any sightings?” rafe asks.
“nope.” you shake your head before yawning. “thanks for the hot chocolate though. im gonna wait another hour then call it for tonight.”
“you're gonna get your picture.” rafe says. “trust me.”
--
you're about to head back inside, hot chocolate drained empty and blanket wrapped even tighter around your shoulders as the temperature continues to drop.
you let out another yawn, unable to stop them now as your eyes scan the horizon one more time.
you think you see something in between two buildings and grab your camera, only for a bike to suddenly dart out and into the street.
you sigh and stand up, stretching your tired legs when you hear a telltale whooshing sound that could only be a body moving through the air. 
you raise your camera, snapping pictures as spidermans web attaches to your building, swinging directly past you. you swear he even looks straight down your camera lense.
you let out a loud whoop as he swings away, even yelling out into the night.
“we love you spiderman!”
--
“eat your words.” you smack the printed picture down onto your dining room table, right in front of where rafe is eating his cereal.
“i told you you'd get it!” rafe says, snatching the picture up.
“yeah, but you doubted at first.” you smile, accepting his half-hug as you stay standing, dressed and ready to go to class.
“i should have learned to never doubt you.” rafe shakes his head. a small town girl from the outer banks getting into a prestigious nyc school isnt unheard of, but it is unheard of to not use your parents money for bribes, and you did this solely on your own.
“that's right, cameron.” you smirk.
“well, you're absolutely getting an A on this assignment.” rafe hands the picture back, replaying your words from last night. we love you spiderman.
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“an f?” you glare up at your professor. “i got a picture of spiderman!”
“and how does that show neighborhood life?” he questions. “he's just a punk who likes to dress up.”
“he's saved lives!” you argue, standing up, outraged.
“he's probably in some drug gangs pocket, letting their criminals go while robbing the others.” he shakes his head. “your photograph should have been more like michaels.”
you look at michaels photograph, sitting a row below you, proudly displaying the photo that the professor deemed an A+. “a rat? in the subway? seriously?”
you stomp out of class, kayla calling out for you, but you ignore your friend, not wanting to stay in that room for another minute.
you don't realize until you're halfway home that you're doing the one thing you promised rafe would never happen. you're walking through the streets of new york city alone.
you clutch your bag closer. certainly the daylight will help protect you as you try to keep to more populated streets, but you have to walk through a few more deserted blocks to get back to your shared apartment.
you just want to see rafe, to fall into his arms and have him listen to your ranting and rambling about how much professors suck.
you're too deep into imagining the relief you'll feel in that moment to realize someone is following close behind you, a man with a dark hood pulled over his face.
you're only made aware of his presence when his hand pushes into your back, shoving you into an alley. 
you let out a scream as the man flips you so your back smashed into the brick wall. 
“shut up!” he shouts, covering your mouth with his disgusting hand, making you gag instantly. “give me all your money!”
you're about to hand over your entire bag, school camera be damned even though you're supposed to return it at the end of your semester, when you hear the familiar whoosh.
the man seems to recognize it too, taking a quick step back before spiderman punches him straight in the face, sending him to the ground.
“stay away from her!” he growls out, a twinge of familiarity striking again. you quickly realize this is the first time you've heard spiderman properly speak, not shouts or groans during fights.
you could never predict what happens next as spidermans arms wrap around your waist. you have a second to react and wrap your arms around his shoulders before you're off, flying in the sky.
you squeal and stick your face into his chest, not wanting to see the street below you. you only look up again when your feet are firmly on the ground.
you blink your eyes open, realizing you're standing on your fire escape, your room right through the window behind you.
“you did see me that night!”
spiderman just nods before he's off again.
you rush inside, adrenaline causing your heartbeat to skyrocket as you call out for your best friend.
“rafe?” you shout, frowning when he doesn't answer.
the front door opens a moment later, rafe whistling as he walks in.
“oh, hey.” he frowns, tune suddenly dying. “i thought you were supposed to be in class?”
“i… my professor gave me an f. i was mad so i just left and started walking home when…” you know you shouldn't tell rafe. it would cause him to be even more paranoid.
“when what?” rafe questions, dropping his bag onto the floor, eyes only briefly glancing to make sure nothing spilled out, no tell tale colors peaking free.
“when i got robbed. but it's okay!” you quickly hold your hands up. “spiderman saved me!”
“spiderman, huh?” rafe questions before sighing at your rapid nods.
“i guess i gotta like the guy now,” he pulls you into a tight hold, wrapping you up in his arms in a much needed hug. “ afterall, he saved you.”
--
you are humming to yourself as you get the table ready for rafe to come home with your pizza, always splurging on friday nights to get an entire pizza to split between the two of you while catching up on your week, rafe always having a crazy tale of something he saw while walking around the city.
rafe bursts through the door, startling you as he lets out a whoop and holds the pizza up.
you laugh and attempt to reach the box, but even jumping is no use as he's simply too tall, arms stretching almost to the ceiling.
rafe finally brings it down to your level as you grab it out of his hands and set it onto the table, taking a deep inhale of the scent.
“i got you a drink.” you tell rafe, gesturing to the soda sitting on the table.
rafe feels a tingling before it even happens, taking a deep breath, trying to sense what's about to come when your hip bumps into the pizza box as you reach for your lemonade.
the pizza box is only half on the table, the weight of the lid hanging off causing the small bump to be enough to send it over the edge, towards the floor.
your pizza night is about to be ruined before rafe sweeps in, using his extra senses to save the meal.
you gasp, the pizza back on the table not even a split second after you realized it was even falling.
“jesus, rafey!” you squeal. “you've got like super senses or something!”
“yeah, or something.” rafe hums.
--
“i mean, you gotta be kidding me.” you roll your eyes. “an action shot? that's literally begging for me to submit another spiderman photo.”
“oh, agreed.” kayla nods. “you did not deserve that F, let him eat his words when you send in this next one.”
“mhm, i think im gonna walk around tonight to try and get a picture of him.”
“you will not!” rafe was listening from his bedroom, door open to keep an eye on you and your friend.
“it'll be fine!” you turn to look at him. “if anything happens, im sure spiderman will save me again.”
“girl, go over the details with me again!” kayla squeals. “im still so jealous, i wanna be whisked away by spiderman!”
“ugh, he's so hot!” you agree.
“how do you know he's hot?” rafe is now standing in the doorway. “he wears a mask all the time.”
you're about to respond when kayla stops you. “he's a guy, he'll never get it.”
rafe drops it, waiting until kayla leaves to bring it up to you again. “so how is spiderman hot?”
“he's just-” you sigh over dramatically. “such a good guy. did you see him stop swinging to help that old lady cross the street? like any guy putting his life on the line to help out his neighborhood has to be hot.”
“ah.” rafe simply says, turning his back so you can't see the smile on his face. “you're not going out tonight, right?”
“right.” you lie, knowing rafe can tell when you're not telling the truth.
“y/n-” he warns.
“ill be fine, rafe.”
--
you take nothing but your camera, hoping leaving your bag at home will get any potential robbers to leave you alone just in case spiderman isn't nearby to save you.
you quietly walk through the dark streets, lights occasionally illuminating the sidewalk as you keep your head turned upwards.
you walk well past midnight, circling in blocks around your neighborhood with still no sign of spiderman.
you were hoping for a perfect action shot from the street below as he swings by. you assume he must be in the rougher parts of the city, your feet subconsciously moving to head to worse neighborhoods than your own.
“alright, you've gone far enough.” the voice makes you gasp and turn around, seeing spiderman hanging upside down from a street light.
“have you been following me?” you question, a smile growing on your face, completely forgetting the reason you were trying to find spiderman was to take a photograph of him for your assignment.
“go back home. its late and dangerous out here.” 
you can see spiderman is about to swing away. “wait!” you call out, moving closer as he drops his web lower. you move carefully, slowly caressing his cheek through the thick uniform.
“i can't show you my face.”
“i want to kiss you.” you say, watching the way his lips move, enticing even being completely covered. “can i kiss you?”
“yes.” 
you move the mask lower, exposing his chin then finally lips. you lean in, hesitating for a moment before pressing your mouth against his in a kiss.
you only pull away when spiderman does, flipping to stand on his feet before quickly retaking your mouth, dominating the kiss now that he's right side up.
he finally pulls away with a harsh breath. “i-i can't. i have to go.”
“you're not going to swing me home?” you look him in the mask covered eye. “rafe.”
you can see his body physically react, tightening before relaxing. “how did you know?”
“you're my best friend. how could i not know? especially once i saw your face.”
“you… you knew and still kissed me?” rafe looks around quickly before ripping his mask off, baring his face to you.
“of course.” you place a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back down. “ive always wanted to kiss you.”
rafe launches a web into the air as you kiss him again, flying through the sky as you makeout, his senses keeping you from crashing as he swings back towards home.
--
“so… how did this all happen?” you question. “you haven't been spiderman the whole time i’ve known you.” you can tell now in hindsight that he changed. you figured it was just being in new york, being older, but now you know.
“i got bit by a spider. i- i will spare you all the details but i did some very bad things in the outer banks. involved with getting the gold. so-” rafe sighs, looking at you, making sure you’re not judging him, not thinking of fleeing. “i wanted to fix my life. and when i got these new powers, i wanted to use them for good.”
“you are a good man, rafe.” you reach out and squeeze his hands. “whatever happened… you’ve made up for it. i promise.”
“thank you.” rafe breaks, falling forward and pressing his face against your shoulder. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him close.
you whisper quietly, not sure if you’re ready to say the words properly yet. “i love you.”
rafe looks up, hope sparking in his eyes. “i love you too. i always have.”
--
“be careful out there.” you press a kiss to rafes lips. you've known his secret for two weeks now, still getting nervous every time he leaves, even if he comes home unscathed the next morning after protecting the neighborhood all night long.
“i will.” he kisses you again, wishing he didn't have to leave your bedroom as he crawls out your window onto the fire escape. he pulls on the mask before swinging away, all while you watch from your bed.
you wake up the next morning with rafes front pressed against your back, spiderman suit still on except for the mask, arms wrapped possessively around your body.
you turn carefully in his grasp until you see his sleeping face, cheek slightly scuffed up from whatever happened overnight.
you press gentle kisses against his face, keeping him asleep. you look at the clock on your bedside table.
wait any longer, and you'll miss your photography class. you shrug, screw that class, and snuggle back into your boyfriend's hold.
sfw taglist: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie
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yeonbinwyd · 3 months ago
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Jungwon next plsss
sure!
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pairing: soft sub! fem!reader x soft dom!Jungwon
synopsis: You and Jungwon work together in the office. He’s an intern and you’re assigned to train him. You and him get closer than you imagine.
genre (w/tags): smut, minors DNI, mentions of alcohol
Word count: 1,260
“Hi it’s nice to meet you” you greet the new employee. He has a sweet innocent smile.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” He says in return.
“You’ll be training him going forward. His desk will be next to yours so be sure to answer any questions he may have.” Your supervisor instructed. You both agree. You show him the ropes along with any tricks that might help pass the time. Though out the time you were speaking, you couldn’t help up but notice he would stare at you for a long period of time in awe. Like your word was law, he took it very seriously when you told him to be sure not to do something. It was time to be off and the team was going out for drinks but Jungwon wanted a head start on tomorrow’s work.
That happened weeks on end. He was always dedicated to the role and because of your help, his numbers were exceeding his peers. It would bug you how he wouldn’t come out with everyone though. Just to even relax a bit. This Friday, you decided that it was your mission to get this man to relax. It was 5:50 and the whole office was gearing up to go home for the weekend.
“Jungwon! Any plans for this weekend? “ you tap his desk.
“Ahh nothing really. Maybe play some league.” He rubs the back of his head, looking away shyly.
“We should get a drink. I really want to hang out with you outside work.” You try and convince. You had been wearing a lower cut shirt today which gave you some extra attention. You noticed him glancing down your shirt for a second. He looks away again.
“Aah maybe another time” he tries to escape. You grab the arm behind his head.
“Please Jungwon. For me?” You plead. His face turns a bright red.
“Ok I guess one drink won’t hurt.” He caves
“Yes. It’ll just be with me ok?” You reassure. He nods in agreement. Right at 6, you two head to a bar close to the office. He was ready to order a beer but you ask for two shots. It’s too late to stop you. You hand him the tequila shot and a lime.
“Ready?” You asked with a very cheeky smile. He sigh and takes the shot glass from you. You both down the shot and take the lime. After taking the shot, you both make a sour reaction.
“One more?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Maybe just that beer. What do you want?”
“A margarita then.” You request. Jungwon runs up to the bar to grab your drinks. You notice his built frame, standing firm. He dances a bit as he waits for the bartender. He’s always been a little silly whenever you two were together. His sense of humor was charming. As he returning with your drink, you noticed his sharp eyes, making eye contact with you. They pierced your soul. It ignited something within you. He places the drinks down, motioning a cheers. You take the glass, clashing yours against his.
One drink turned into one more and one more. Soon you find that you are stumbling out of the bar. Jungwon, barely faded, helps you make it out of there. He’s worried about you so he takes you home. You both get inside your apartment and you aim for the couch . It was such a beautiful night though, so the balcony was calling your name. Jungwon following close behind you.
“Do you have any water? I’ll get you some.” He runs back into the kitchen and spots some water bottles. He grabs a couple and brings them back to try to replenish you.
“You’re so sweet Jungwon. You gotta be mean sometimes.” You say drunkenly. He chuckles and agrees.
“It’s just easier to be nice” he admits.
“You should try being a bad boy. They’re sexy” you chug the water bottle he gave you.
“Hhhm what else do you think is sexy?” Him curious as to what you could say.
“Guys who are aggressive and assertive turn me on honestly.” You speak mindlessly. His brows jump a bit.
“I can be aggressive.” He pins you along the balcony wall. Those sharp eyes of his take you in.
“Show me then” you demand. He gets caught in the moment, kisses you lightly but in no time his tongue darts into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. He drags his hands all over your body, not missing an inch. You can feel him breathing heavy, sweating a bit even. He was still a bit nervous. You move to caress his face while moaning into the kiss. It relaxes him. He mirrors your moans, guiding his hands under your skirt, his fingers moving your panties to one side. He pulls away quickly to give his fingers a lick. He then slips his fingers inside with a strong hold. You, with your jaw dropped, groan in response. Jungwon, with his other hand, gives your ass a squeeze. He continues to finger you and giving you kisses on the neck.
“I love when you moan for me.” He suddenly drops to his knees before you staring up into your eyes. Both hands holding your thighs this time, seated himself in front of your entrance. He spreads them enough to go for a taste. You caress his chin before he goes for your lips.
“Moan really loud for me ok?” He asks. You nod, anticipating his next move. He takes in your clit giving it a lick. You listen and yell in pleasure. Music to his ears, His eyes roll back, continuing on your clit. Impressed with his skill, you push the back of his head in more so you can grind his face.
“Jungwon, don’t stop” you instruct. He takes it all in, humming against it causing you to cry out.
He takes out his length and gives it a stoke while he continues to eat you out. Extremely turned on, he rubs his face in your cunt. Drunk with pleasure yourself, you manage to bring him back to his feet. He takes the hint and turns you around, holding on to the ledge of the balcony. Jungwon aligned his cock at your entrance, fucking you slowly.
“Oh yes that feels so good.” You encourage. He grabs your neck with a light choke, picking up the pace. As your skin collides with his, you both moan so loud your neighbors can hear you. He caresses your breasts now, giving your nipples a pinch. Pulling and twisting them while the back shots keep coming. You’re pushing back to meet his thrusts. He can’t help but feel the pressure of wanting to cum already but he was going to make sure you were satisfied. He bends you over now, clenching your wrists, fucking you harder than before. He exhales, eyes rolling back, fighting hard not to cum.
“You’re so hot. You’re making me crazy”he confessed as he speeds up. He grips your wrists tighter, bruising you but you don’t feel the pain.
“Oh god I’m gonna cum.” You crumble, tightening around him. He gives in a cums with you and whimpers. He lets go but holds your waist so you don’t tumble forward. You both stay silent for a moment to take in what just happened.
“I guess this is a dead give away that I’m into you” he admits
“I had a feeling” you say with a giggle.
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starry-eyedblog · 11 months ago
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HI LAURY (≧ω≦。) I CAN FINALLY SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN!!
okay ahem i was thinking about roomates!soap and gaz !! they are like very overly touchy and obsessed with you, literally can't keep their hands off you while you three are on the couch watching a movie. a bit insane and gross sometimes too BUT i love them very much. DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE!! i don't think i am explaining it well BUT YEAH >:3
ruru!! i'm so happy yer free from jail, vry glad to have you back<3
and omg i'm actually frothing at the MOUTH i see your vision so clearly. why is this so hot?? i actually need them so badly. hope i do the idea justice !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
warnings/tags: roommate! soap x roommate! gaz x reader, non con/dub con, groping, pervy/creepy behaviour, slight manipulation/guilt tripping, mentions of panty sniffing
you had moved into a new flat a few weeks ago, managing to snag a pretty big place for a cheap price. when you saw the amount on the post advertising it online, your eyes almost bulged out of your head and you rushed to contact the owners, which turned out to be two handsome men a few years older than you.
what was not to love of the place? close commute to your work, cheap, spacious and two very good looking men living there too. honestly it felt like a setup but you didn't question it, and your application was immediately accepted.
so in no time flat you were moving in, setting up all your own furniture with the help of both your roommates. and after a week of getting comfortable and your roommates keeping a good distance from you while you settled in, they finally asked you to join in with them on their activities that have always been just for the two of them. the first, was film night.
"every friday night, we have film night. snacks, drinks, shitty films. it's our routine, and now you're here, we thought you should be included." gaz had told you on thursday morning, an easy smile on his face as he stood leaning on the kitchen counter, eating toast in just his plaid pyjama trousers hanging low on his waist with everything else on show. it was very difficult to avoid oogling at his chest as you responded. "so-sounds great, i'll uhm pick up some snacks after work tomorrow." you ushered out.
it's now friday night at half nine and the three of you are huddled up under soft blankets on the pretty spacious couch with you squished in the middle of them. there wasn't any need for them to have their bodies so close to you, but you didn't say anything. gaz had his arm resting on the back of the couch, around your head which made you blush slightly, even though it was just for his own comfort.
you're only fifteen minutes into the film, some popcorn in your hand with eyes glued to the tv when you feel the first touch. it's a big, warm hand pressing at your thigh. you jump, head whipping round to soap who smiles innocently at you. his hand grips your thigh and you whine, stumbling out a response.
"soap, wh-what-?" you try to ask but soap shushes you up quickly, "shh hen, tryna watch the film." he points to the tv with his free hand, no longer looking at you. not even a minute later, another hand coming from the other side of you is now squeezing at the inside of your thigh.
your head whips round to face gaz instead, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. "why are y-" before you can get another word out, gaz is also shushing you and instead facing the tv - just like soap.
you try not to think about it too much, as they both seem to be enamoured with the film playing in front of them and uncaring of the fact both of their hands are gripping at your thighs that borderlines on just a wee bit too tight.
as the film continues, you start to forget about the weight of their hands on your thighs but that doesn't last long until both hands are moving again, one going to your front while the other slides back to rest on your arse.
your cheeks instantly flare pink as you sputter out words, trying to ask what they are doing. "ain't doing anythin', you're jus' too sensitive love. keep watchin' the film alright? me and johnny really want you to take movie night serious, can you do that for us?" gaz asks with a pout, guilt tripping you with his adorable puppy face that will soon become a recurring issue for you.
you find your head nodding slowly, eyes turning back to the tv once again as their hands start to fondle you. soap's hand teases at your cunt through your joggers, cupping it every now and then while gaz grabs and almost kneads at the soft skin of your arse, fingers slipping the joggers down enough that he can touch warm flesh.
it doesn't take long for you to be a whimpering mess on the couch, trapped between the two burly men who give you no respite, rough overworked hands fondling you so meanly and roughly, without care for your sensitive body.
"gu-guys the film, i thought you wan-hghh wanted to watch it." you splutter, head rolling back onto the shoulder of gaz who's on your left. "aye we do, so quit yer yapping quien." soap grumbles, leaving a sloppy wet kiss on your neck, eyes not even looking at the tv.
it doesn't take long for gaz's fingers to work their way down your joggers and push aside your flimsy underwear, a dry thumb pressing against your asshole that has you squirming, hips bucking to get away. gaz's other hand keeps you pinned down firmly with no issue, watching the way your mouth falls open to let out confused sounds of pleasure and pain.
as gaz does this at the back of your body, soap fondles with the front of you, hand slipping down your underwear to press at your clit which makes you moan out-loud, eyes fluttering shut. "dove, please. we haven't seen this film before, been waiting awhile." gaz complains, nibbling at your ear and you feel as if all your nerves have been set on fire. the guilt and pleasure swirls through your turned on body, mind starting to become foggy as they continue their groping.
you bite down on your bottom lip harshly, teeth digging into the skin and causing little tears. tiny droplets of blood stain your bottom lip as you sit there like a doll for them, your fuzzy brain desperately trying to focus on the film but at this point any ideas you had about the plot or characters has left you and replaced with the way your body is being groped at by your two new roommates.
soon soap's fingers are slipping past your folds and caressing your hole that seems to grow wet from the touch, even though it's a natural human body instinct, soap takes it that you're enjoying his and gaz's caressing which just feeds into his gross mindset.
"fuck gaz, should feel how wet they are. fuckin' turns em on being groped." soap moans deeply, one thick finger slipping into your wet hole that immediately clenches down on the intrusion. "that so? we picked the right one tav." gaz smirks at his friend, pulling his hands out of your joggers to then shove his dry thumb into your mouth roughly.
"suck lovie." he stated, watching the way your teary eyes didn't move away once from the tv while your mouth gently sucked on the digit. soon he slipped his thumb out and pressed it against your hole once again, but this time he gently started to edge his spit soaked finger inside which had your body flinching. you had never experimented back there, so this was a very new sensation.
"never had anyone back here, eh?" gaz jokes with a mean chuckle which soap joins while thrusting one finger meanly into your tight cunt that leaks around his hand. another finger is soon added, thumb pressing against your clit. you feel absolutely ashamed, your body enjoying the touch while your mind is conflicted.
before you can think much more about how wrong this is, how your roommates have ganged up on you to touch you without any consent, your stomach tightens and your cunt clenches down on soap's two fingers. your asshole pulses around gaz's thumb as your orgasm washes through you and your eyesight blurs from the intensity.
as you whimper and gasp on the couch, hips bucking and writhing to try get away, both men watch in awe as you cum. the film is long forgotten now, playing quietly in the background as it illuminates the room. once your orgasm finally comes to an end, your body slumps back into the couch, eyes half lidded and body limp while your roommates remove their hands out of you.
soap is the first to taste your sweet nectar, long tongue wrapping around his middle finger and sucking off your juices. he moans and pants like a dog in heat as he tastes you on his tongue, and it isn't long before gaz is whining for his turn. soap reluctantly pulls off and rests his ring finger on gaz's plump lips, watching the younger man slowly open his mouth and welcome his finger inside. his tongue laps up the wetness, hips bucking up from need as he drinks down everything he can just off soap's finger.
after a minute, soap is pushing gaz off with a chuckle. "alright calm yersel gaz." he says, and gaz rolls his eyes. "you're just the same." he grumbles quietly before turning to you, smiling at how out of it you are, still limp against the couch.
thankfully both men pull your underwear back up and clean you up, but not without leaving messy hickeys all over your neck and shoulders to claim you as theirs.
and no one needs to know, certainly not you, that through this week of you settling in - where they kept their distance so you were comfortable, they weren't actually keeping faithful to that promise. they already managed to slip a few dirty pants out of your bedroom to sniff and huff at while jerking the other off at late hours into the night, as well as spying on you when showering.
but this was just the start of their creeping on their new pretty roommate.
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orihcas · 5 months ago
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cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, established relationship, drinking mentioned, time skip kenma, makeout scene inspired by this photo
It had been a while since everyone had been able to hang out together. Everyone now had different schedules which made things harder but this was a rare occasion.
It has been decided that everyone would go over to Kenma's place. To catch up over dinner and a few drinks and whatever would be playing on the TV.
You noticed Kenma fiddling around with the fabric of your jeans unaware of the action while listening to what was playing on the TV. Or whenever a strand of his hair would get loose from the hair tie he had it in you would tuck it behind his ear.
The action gets his attention. He would turn towards you before giving you a slight smile and reaching out to hold one of your hands.
As the night slowly began to get late everyone would start to head out, some of them having stuff to do the next morning.
You start to check your bag making sure you have everything to leave when you see Kenma coming back. He had been the one to take Kuroo to one of the spare rooms he had. It was normal for Kuroo to stay over; it was something he did from time to time and was the best option considering how much he had. His movement had been a bit more sluggish than usual but the same could be said for you.
“Are you leaving?” He say
“Yeah, but we're still seeing each other tomorrow right?” You ask as you stand up
“You should stay,” he tells you
“Are you sure I had to go back anyways to get something from my house for tomorrow”
“Yeah it's not like you haven't stayed over before and we can drive by to get your stuff tomorrow”
You think about it before letting out a hum “Okay let's go to bed then yeah”
“Yup let's go” He extends his arm waiting for you to grab on. You get close and wrap your arm around his as you both walk towards his bedroom.
It was not the first time you guys had slept together in the same bed or stayed over before.
You sit down on his bed as Kenma joins you sitting down right next to you. You suddenly feel his weight on your side as he puts his head on your shoulder. You shift yourself slightly to be more comfortable for the two of you.
“Did you have fun today?” You decide to ask him.
He hums very softly something you almost didn't catch “It was nice to see everyone every once in a while”
You smile at his response “Well I think Hinata seemed to miss the most”
Kenma shakes his head slightly at this, letting out a sigh.
“He's always like that,” He says as he wraps one of his arms around you. He is clinging on to you even more than usual.
As soon as Hinata had entered the place he greeted everyone crying out with tears of joy about how much he missed everyone. Kenma who had not noticed in time was brought into a hug by Hinata that quickly ended when he mentioned he would stop sponsoring him if he did not let him go, a threat that always works. You giggle knowing he cares about his friends deep down to ever do that.
He doesn't know why he starts to remember his conversation with Kuroo they had while hanging out a few days back. Kuroo had been at his place when he asked where you were. Naturally, he had answered the question nonchalantly.
“Oh, she's at her place” This had surprised him.
“Really I would have thought from how much you guys hang out that you lived together”
He thought about it then thought a bit more before putting his game down.
It had got quiet after a few seconds. You feel Kenma unravel the arm he had around you lifting his head from off your shoulder as he begins to speak.
“Yn,” He says carefully as he turns slightly to face you
“Yes” You turn to look at him, you bite your lower lip, a habit of yours.
He was turned towards you, but his eyes were not meeting yours directly. Although you both had been in a relationship for the past year and a half he was still a bit nervous.
He looks at you about to speak but notices you are biting your lip again, a habit of yours.
“You’re doing it again” He moves his hands to your lips.
Once you notice as quickly as you did it you stop doing it.
“Sorry sorry, what were you going to say?” You go back to paying attention to him.
“It's okay I well-” He stops before finding the words he wants to say.
“I want to go further with you in this relationship” He stumbles with his words but he continues
“I don't know how you feel but it's how I feel I want you and us”
He looks you in the eye, his cheeks are flushed from either the drinks he still has in his system or his words. Both but you can tell from the sincerity in his eye he's being honest.
You suddenly feel a warmness rise to your cheeks and dryness in your throat from how he is looking at you. You clear your throat.
“I also want that with you… only with you so you can have me as long as I get to have you, us.”
The pupils in his eyes grow before he smiles and nods at you. He is about to pull away from you but before he gets the chance you reach out one of your arms to his shoulder to bring him back a sudden desire to kiss him.
When you do you pull him closer to you. close enough to place a kiss on his cheek, a bit clumsy. After you continue down the side of his chin.
One of his hands had reached to hold the arm you had used to pull him closer whimpering slightly when you kissed him even more in certain areas.
You come back up gently placing one last kiss in the corner of his lips as you pull back to look at him. He looks more flushed than he did before. You two had been close enough so your noses barely touched.
“Kiss me please” You ask him so nicely for permission even though you don't have to.
You make him feel lightheaded. He would give you anything you asked him to give you.
He closed the gap between you guy’s lips and kisses you so tenderly. You let out a satisfied hum as he kisses you.
One of your hands moves to the side of his face while the hand you had on his shoulder moves up to the back of his hair, nails grazing the back of his head.
He lets out a quiet groan into your mouth at this as he maneuvers you on top of him to his lap.
You pull back for air. The only thing that can be heard in the room is the two of you heavily breathing trying to catch your breath.
“You're so sweet,” He says as he looks at your lips swollen and now wet from all the kissing.
You chuckle a bit out of breath before you meet back for another hot kiss.
He brings his arms to your sides, hands grasping the clothes you have on a barrier between the two of you. In between the kiss, he hears you mutter a “more”
One of his hands makes its way down to your ass bringing you closer to him You mewl into his mouth.
Despite it being cold outside he feels so hot from all the kissing and the number of layers he has on does not help.
“Kozume-“ You whine as he pulls away from the heated kiss.
He makes his way to your neck, his mouth hot placing kisses in the areas around your collarbone. You place your head on his shoulder to try and silence the noises you make but Kenma knows you well, kissing an area where you're most sensitive you let out an embarrassingly loud cry.
Before the both can get any further a sudden loud noise makes you both jump and pull away from each other. The sound coming from where the guest bedroom is. You pull yourself off of Kenma a bit wobble as you let out a sigh.
“You should probably go check on that” Placing a small quick kiss on his lips.
He groans in disappointment
“He's probably fine” He tries to pull you back in and you giggle at this.
“True but if he's not it will be a much bigger problem for tomorrow”
He lets out a sigh knowing you're right and gets up from where he was. You get pulled back into one last kiss.
Before he leaves the room he says one more thing.
“Wait up for me I'll be back in a minute”
You hum knowing he will return to you.
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baekhyunsbestie · 2 months ago
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──★ easy peasy ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒
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જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 sum: a lil prequel to all mine :') baekhyun n cupcake are back to show y'all how it all started hehe
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 content: 18+/MDNI. 4.6k words 😭 this was supposed to b waaayyyy shorter omg whatevz. baekhyun x f!reader. scenes with weed + alcohol, mutual pining, friends to fwb, pet names, lots of swearing. SMUT!!! literally porn w plot, masturbation (both m + f), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, praise, p in v. baekhyun is pretty obsessive in this. ALSO. i do not, i repeat, i do not recommend reading this with 'woo' on repeat 😭😵‍💫😮‍💨💦‼️‼️‼️‼️
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it was just another ordinary gathering with friends when it all began. this time, the casual hangout took place in baekhyun’s cozy apartment, where the atmosphere was warm and inviting. laughter echoed off the walls, mingling with the cheerful clinking of glasses, while the sweet, heady scent of alcohol hung in the air as the evening stretched on.
nights like these felt like a sanctuary, a safe haven where you could truly be yourself and let the weight of the day melt away. surrounded by the people you loved, who loved you just as deeply in return. every inside joke shared, every story recounted, and every laugh exchanged spun a kind of magic into the night, reminding you just how deeply you cherished the core memories you were creating together.
as the party winds down and only you and baekhyun remain, you slip out onto the patio for your familiar ritual—a quick smoke session that signals the end of the night. it’s a moment where you both unwind, getting high while sharing a candid debrief about the evening's antics. just typical bestie behavior, sharing thoughts and laughter as the stars twinkle above you.
the sharp november air bites against your skin, and you shiver, muttering a curse under your breath. baekhyun chuckles softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement—until his gaze drifts downward to your chest. his laughter fades as he takes in the way your shirt clings to you in the cold, the night revealing your hardened nipples.
a quiet tension hangs between you as you feel his gaze lingering, tracing the outline of your chest and making your pulse quicken. with a smooth motion, he slips his jacket over your shoulders, wrapping you in its warmth and his subtle, rough scent. it’s a gentle gesture, his fingers brushing against your arms, as if he’s protecting not just your warmth but also his own restraint, which is damn near close to breaking.
the sight of you wrapped up in his jacket sets off a sense of possessiveness in him. he becomes oblivious to the biting chill of the night air; his focus is solely on you, swallowed whole by the oversized fabric, the sleeves hanging far past your fingertips, a reminder of how small you look next to him.
for what feels like the first time—or maybe the third or fifth, though he’s lost count—his mind wanders, slipping into a vivid fantasy. he pictures you beneath him, pinned to his mattress, your legs drawn tight against your chest in a rough, mating press. the weight of his hold keeps you breathless, your sweet voice pleading, again and again, for him to give you more, more, more.
he can picture it so clearly, as if it's already unfolding beneath him: your body trembling, not from the sharp bite of the autumn night air prickling your skin like it is now, but from the relentless waves of pleasure he’ll coax out of you—with his cock, his fingers, his mouth. hell, with anything he can use to unravel you.
the smoke curls lazily between you as you both finish up your shared joint. he flicks the remnants into the ashtray, a sense of urgency igniting in his eyes. “we, uh... we should head in,” he mutters, his voice rough and low. “got a busy morning tomorrow... better get to bed.” 
and before you fully register it, he’s guiding you inside, his hand resting gently at the small of your back as he leads you through the sliding door of his patio and into the warmth of his living room. 
he tries to reason with himself, insisting it’s only natural for his mind to drift this way. you’re his best friend, after all, and the two of you are practically inseparable. surely, this infatuation will fade soon enough. maybe all he needs is a quick release to clear his head. 
yeah, that’s it—rubbing one out would certainly do the trick.
he walks you down to your car, tugging the zipper of his oversized jacket up to your chin, his voice soft as he murmurs, “don’t want ya freezing on the way from here to your place.” you glance down, and a flicker of surprise flashes across your face as you realize this is the first time you’ve ever worn anything of his, despite years of friendship. the weight of that thought lingers for just a moment before you let it drift away, replaced by the warmth blooming in your chest. with a bright smile, you look up at him, your heart swelling as you thank him sweetly for being so thoughtful. 
you try to ignore the faint blush rises on his cheeks as he glances down, trying to conceal his smile. his hands are buried in the pockets of his sweats, and he fidgets nervously, kicking at the loose gravel beneath his feet. “what are best friends for?” he says, his voice more tender than usual.
when it’s finally time to say goodbye, he wraps his arms around you in a hug, heart pounding as he silently prays you won’t feel the very obvious, painfully hard strain against his sweats. when you slip into the driver’s seat, your eyes lock onto his and you flash him one last, innocent smile that sends butterflies coursing through his stomach. you close the door and pull off, leaving him standing there questioning if you noticed.
later on under the burning heat of the shower, he closes his eyes tight, trying to drown out his intoxicating thoughts of you. his hand moves rhythmically, driven by primal need, as he desperately searches for distractions—flickers of past flings, the latest porn he’s watched, anything to steer his mind away from you. 
he feels like he’s finally almost there, his hand moving with frantic urgency, desperate to break free from the overwhelming tension coiling within him. but just as pleasure hovers on the edge of white-hot ecstasy, his mind betrays him, and all he can see is you—wrapped in nothing but his jacket, your body beautifully wrecked beneath him, pleading him for more.
as he reaches his climax, your name falls through his lips in a breathless whisper. he swears he can feel your fingers gripping his thighs, your warm breath mingling with the steam in the shower. the thought of your eyes locked onto his, your soft, wet tongue teasingly tracing the pronounced vein along the underside of his shaft sends him spiraling over the edge, intensifying his orgasm. in that moment, everything feels achingly real, as if you’re right there with him.
as he comes down from the haze, his gaze is drawn to the remnants of his cum splattered against the shower wall, glistening droplets sliding down the drain. typically, the post-nut clarity pulls him back to reality, often accompanied by a wave of disgust and self-loathing for crossing a line. but tonight feels…different. a warm heat blooms in his chest, igniting a newfound hunger within him.  
sure, he’s had his share of fantasies about you—he can’t deny how those innocent brushes of your fingertips against his skin sends blood rushing straight to his cock. and that smile of yours, wide and bright, makes his heart race; your eyes sparkle with delight as you look up at him, as if he’s the one lighting up the entire sky when he finally agrees to beat that level for you in your video game.
how on earth could he possibly say no to you when you're batting your lashes up at him with that sweet, innocent look, and pouting those soft, irresistible lips of yours? the sight alone leaves him painfully hard, and he has no choice but to excuse himself to the restroom, desperate to hide the effect you’ve had on him.
but until now, he’s never fully indulged in thoughts of you. yet here he is, for the first time in fifteen years of friendship, finding his pleasure intertwined with visions of you, his best friend.
a few hours later, he’s lying in bed, tossing and turning, consumed by restlessness and agitation. the image of you returning his jacket sends his mind racing—a potent blend of your scent mingling with his, sparking a heat that has him hard all over again. his fingers tighten around his cock as he imagines burying his face in that jacket, inhaling deeply while picturing you draped in nothing but it, reaching for your own pleasure. the mere thought drives him wild, spiraling him deeper into a whirlwind of desire he can’t seem to shake.
and holy fuck—the intensity of his fantasy seizes him, raw and unrelenting. his mind is consumed by the vision of you in his jacket, your fingers slipping into the heat between your thighs. just imagining those delicate digits of yours barely peeking from the ends of his sleeves, the fabric dampened by your slickness, sends his pulse racing like a wild drumbeat.
he pictures you, his jacket collar clutched between your teeth, muffling your moans as you surrender to the pleasure. your brows knit together, unraveling at the thought of him alone. each wave of euphoria slams into him—unforgiving, all-consuming—leaving him gasping. this fantasy floods his senses, his body tense and trembling, until he’s left breathless and spent, the sheets and his skin slick with his release.
the crushing realization hits him like a ton of bricks: he is utterly, irrevocably fucked, with no way back from this.
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the next time you come over, it’s a casual, spur-of-the-moment visit—just the two of you, like so many times before. you try not to think anything of it; after all, you've hung out alone countless times without ever tiptoeing past that boundary. still, the idea that tonight might be different crosses your mind a few times.
and baekhyun is savoring every second of this, his gaze lingering a little too long, his smiles a little too knowing. to him, this feels like an opportunity—a chance he’s been waiting for, maybe even one he’s unconsciously prepared for. he’s decided to let himself lean in, to test the waters, eager to see just how far you're willing to go.
what he doesn’t realize is that you, too, have been lost in fantasies of him since that night. you recall the way his gaze lingered on your chest, the heat rising in his cheeks as his throat bobbed with an audible swallow when he caught sight of your hardened nipples, teasingly revealed by the biting cold wind. you had intentionally chosen to forgo a bra, not just for comfort but also, perhaps, to invite his gaze just a little longer.
you know you’re attractive; the combination of your looks and your captivating personality makes you the whole package. countless men have admired and pursued you, but none have sparked the same intense yearning within you as baekhyun does. perhaps it’s the thrill of wanting something you shouldn’t, or maybe it’s the enticing pull of crossing the line with a friend, the sweet taboo that makes it all the more exhilarating.
of course, you’ve had crushes on baekhyun. of course, you found him attractive. but what could you do? after what felt like an eternity of friendship, the last thing you wanted was to jeopardize what you had by crossing a line he might never want to tread.
but the darkness that flickered in his eyes, combined with his blatant struggle to contain the desire simmering within him that night, revealed everything you needed to know.
he wants you, too.
and here you are, perched on one of the barstools at his kitchen island, your eyes sparkling as he pours you a glass of wine, both of you laughing over an inside joke. you tell yourself that this small crush will eventually fade; it’s not the first time you’ve felt this way. these feelings come in waves, and you try to convince yourself this time will be no different. 
yet, deep down, you know that if he ever dared to cross that boundary, you wouldn’t be totally opposed to it. the idea of a friends-with-benefits arrangement with baekhyun sounds undeniably tempting. you both would have your needs satisfied and it comes with the comfort of someone you trust completely.
but you can’t ignore the glaring red flags; it’s a recipe for chaos, waiting to unravel.
you find yourself lost in thought, mesmerized by how annoyingly charming he looks in that simple black long sleeve that hugs his frame just perfectly. the gold chrome heart necklace catches the light, glinting against his skin and accentuating the prominent veins in his neck that pulse with each of his infectious laughs. you can almost envision trailing soft, sweet kisses along that path, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lush lips.
you imagine the faint scent of his cologne enveloping you as you kiss him, tasting the subtle blend of cedarwood and bergamot lingering on your tongue. you wonder which spot would elicit the sweetest gasp from him—the tender area just to the side of his neck or the delicate skin beneath his earlobe? the thought makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
suddenly, his hand moves unexpectedly, sending a dark crimson splash of wine cascading across your top. it’s purely accidental, yet a thrill courses through him as he realizes what he’s done, a mischievous grin spreading across his face that he tries to wipe away.
for a brief moment, his gaze lingers on how the wine-darkened fabric clings to you, revealing hints of your shape beneath. his heart races, a blend of guilt and something deeper surging in his chest, but he quickly recovers, moving to grab you a clean shirt from his bedroom.
“ya tryna’ steal all my clothes or somethin’? first my jacket, now my shirt. unbelievable,” he teases with a light smack of his lips, his tone dripping with mock exasperation as he hands you the oversized garment with a playful smirk. “i should start chargin’ you.”
you roll your eyes, huffing as you take it from him. “whatever, i bet you like seeing me in your clothes, baek.” 
as you head toward his bedroom to change, you catch a glimmer in his eye, a playful twinkle, and a teasing smirk curls at the corners of his lips. “maybe i do, cupcake,” he says, his voice low and inviting, making your heart race just a little faster.
the moment baekhyun sees you wrapped in his shirt, it’s game fucking over. it’s as if he’s left his mark on you, claiming you with the very fabric that clings to your skin. his clothes carry his scent, embody his essence, and now they’re draped over you.
he feels himself straining painfully against his pants, a hard, aching weight pressing insistently, and he’s almost insulted by your obliviousness to it. you carefully avoid looking even when curiosity tugs at you, but he doesn’t share your restraint. his gaze roams over your skin with an eagerness that makes your pulse quicken. it’s the intensity of his stare that draws his attention to the wine spilling on your skirt.
he could be a decent guy and offer you a pair of his sweats to wear, but the thought of them clinging to your frame, sitting low on your hips, would probably have him cumming in his pants. 
so instead, your best friend, byun baekhyun—the man whose every nuance you know by heart—drops to his knees before you. his fingers brush the hem of your skirt, teasingly, as if he’s contemplating the boundaries between friendship and something far more tempting.
“uuummm…w-what are you doing?” you ask, caught somewhere between disbelief and the thrill simmering beneath your skin. baekhyun on his knees is almost cruel—the way his tongue flicks over his lips, eyes dark and hungry, as if he’s aching to taste you. you press your thighs together, the slick heat between them betraying you, and pray he doesn’t notice. “this isn’t funny, baek.”
“’m not laughin’,” he says, his tone flat, gaze dipping to the stain on your skirt. “look, your skirt’s ruined.”
“oh,” you mumble, only now noticing the dark wine blotch spreading through the fabric.
a wicked grin spreads across his lips, his teasing smile lighting up his eyes. “huh? what’s wrong??? you get all flustered when i’m on my knees like this, cupcake?”
“shut up,” you snap, trying to pull away, but his hands grip the backs of your thighs, anchoring you in place. his cool fingers slip beneath the hem of your skirt, pressing against the curve of your ass, sending shivers through you. you can see the smug smirk on his face, and it only fuels your irritation. “god, you’re such an asshole.”
“i know,” he murmurs, his voice low and melting into the quiet. his hands drift higher, fingertips gliding over your skin until his thumbs trace slow, deliberate circles at the tender crease of your thighs. each touch leaves you breathless, your pulse racing beneath the heat of his hands. “’m sorry, cupcake,” he whispers, his words settling over you like a tease, soft and unrelenting.
“no, you’re not,” you reply, breathless and disoriented, completely trapped in his enchantment.
a mischievous gleam lights up his eyes as realization dawns—
you’re completely fucking nude underneath this skirt.
“you’re right, cupcake. i’m not sorry. but, i don’t think you are either.”
“what?” you chuckle, confusion flickering on your face. “what the hell do i have to be sorry for? you’re the one being a tease.”
in a single, fluid motion, he tugs your skirt down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. he grips the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, the fabric bunching tightly in his fist. his knuckles turn white from the intensity of his hold as he keeps you anchored in place, his gaze consuming every inch of you. his eyes blaze with unrestrained hunger while he struggles to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.
“for showing up at my place without wearing any panties,” his voice a deep rumble that sends a delicious shiver down your spine. the sight of you, stripped of all defenses, vulnerability laid bare, makes his mouth water with want. “and then you act like you don’t want me to fuck you senseless... like we’re more than just friends. so tell me, cupcake, who’s really the tease here?”
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growing up, you often wondered if it was cosmic alignment or if byun baekhyun was just simply one of god’s favorites, but one thing was undeniable: he always got what he wanted. whether it was being the mastermind behind your senior year’s water balloon ambush during lunch without so much as a reprimand, effortlessly scoring extensions on assignments because he’d partied a little too hard the night before, or slipping through the cracks at work despite his remarkable talent for slacking off—baekhyun embodied luck itself. he glided through life untouched, seemingly charmed, as if the universe conspired to bend to his every whim.
and this wasn't any different.
it hadn’t taken much for him to coax you into letting him taste you—just a few soft, insistent kisses pressed to your thighs, and those pleading, puppy-dog eyes never once leaving yours as he whispered gentle pleas between each kiss.
“i….i just don’t want to ruin anything,” you finally manage, finding the courage to voice your worry. “we’re best friends, baekhyun.”
he grins against your thigh, that mischievous, toothy smile sending a wave of heat straight through you. he can feel your hesitation, and he finds it endearing. “i know, i know... but weren’t we just talking about how awful dating is? why not turn to each other for... well, our more physical needs?”
you scoff, raising an eyebrow. "what? like being friends with benefits?"
he just smiles up at you, his lips brushing against your skin with a teasing touch. “exactly.”
your mind drifts back to that very conversation from a few days ago—before he lent you his jacket. that night when you could undeniably feel his boner pressing against you through the soft fabric of his sweats as he hugged you goodbye. but you were too sweet to call him out on it.
you’d been sprawled across his bed, face buried in his pillow, complaining about the dismal dating scene, and baekhyun had flopped down beside you, humming in agreement. you’d told him you just wanted someone to have fun with, no strings attached, just casual. you can still remember the glint in his eye, as if he’d just stumbled onto a revelation. but before either of you could dive deeper into the moment, your friends had rung the doorbell, leaving the conversation hanging in the air, unfinished.
“c’mon, cupcake,” he murmurs, pulling you back to reality as his grip tightens beneath the soft curve of your ass. “you know you can trust me, right? i trust you. and if you ever feel like you wanna step back, just say the word, and we’ll go back to the way things were—easy peasy. i promise, you and i are way too locked in for things to ever turn sour between us.”
you want to believe him, to convince yourself that crossing this line won’t lead to serious repercussions. but as his gaze drinks you in, his eyes fixed on your glistening folds while he inches dangerously closer, your thoughts begin to spiral.
you’re torn, caught in an internal war where the fear of losing what you have wrestles with the intoxicating thrill of what could be. you don’t want to think about the consequences; you don’t want to step back from this moment.
you don’t want to.
so you don’t.
and the moment your lips part to whisper a breathy, "okay, deal," he’s on you, his hunger for you overwhelming and relentless. his hands and mouth move with a frantic urgency that pulls a gasp from your lips, your body arching into him as if it’s been craving this all along. your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, while your head falls back in pure ecstasy, each breath a desperate gasp.
all you can think is why the fuck neither of you had suggested this idea sooner.
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after what feels like an eternity of his mouth worshipping every sensitive inch of you, your leg draped over his shoulder, allowing his tongue to fuck you deeper, you’ve lost track of all the orgasms he’s coaxed from you. finally, he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you against him as he strides toward his bedroom, laying you back against the cool sheets of his bed. his shirt rides up around your waist, exposing you just enough for him to savor the sight of his cock sinking into you again and again, moving with a rhythm so perfect it leaves you both trembling.
this was unlike anything either of you had ever known—something that almost felt otherworldly. the way your bodies fit together was as if crafted by design, every inch of you molding around him like a second skin. the warmth of your slick, welcoming heat wrapped around him so perfectly it took his breath away, leaving him trembling with every deep, steady thrust. and somehow, he struck that perfect spot inside you every single time, as though he’d always known exactly what made your eyes flutter shut and roll back.
“shiiittt, cupcake. can’t believe you’ve been h-holdin’ out on me. nngghhh—how come you never told me you felt this hah– fuckin’ good?” he groans, voice breathless as he sinks fully inside you.
you let out a needy whine, savoring the way he stretches you in ways that feel almost too good. “i w-was just about to ask you the same thing, hah—.”
the sinful symphony of your breathless whimpers entwined with his low, desperate groans and the slick, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, far surpassing any fantasy baekhyun has ever imagined of you. he never anticipated that you would feel this intoxicating, sound this alluring—nothing could be sweeter than the overwhelming pleasure flooding his senses in this moment. no masterpiece in the louvre could rival the sight before him: you, brows furrowed in pure bliss, eyes tightly shut, your bottom lip caught between your teeth in a futile attempt to stifle your helpless moans that escape with each thrust of his hips.
you grasp the hem of his shirt, fingers trembling with the desperate urge to strip it away and feel the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. but he only smirks, dipping down to capture your lips in a kiss that steals your breath—and any thought of undressing. “wanna fuck you with this on, cupcake,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice a low, possessive growl. his mouth moves hungrily over yours, his fingers tangled firmly in your hair, leaving you entirely at his mercy.
with each relentless thrust, he whines as if he’s lost all control, his voice a breathy murmur of filthy words that spill from his lips. it’s as if he forgets he has you pinned beneath him, taking every last inch, intoxicated by the delicious feeling of your gummy walls wrapped so wet, so tight around him. he’s undeniably pussy drunk, his excitement spilling over as he slurs his words against your mouth.
“god, you look so fucking sexy in my clothes. ngh— from now on, i only w-wanna see you wrapped in my things. hah– oh f-fuck. i hate your fucking clothes.”
“b-but…hah—f-ffucckk” you gasp, the words stumbling out as his hips grind into you, rendering coherent thoughts nearly impossible. “that was my favorite outfit, baek.”
“yeah? hah— such a fuckin’ tease wearing that skirt.” he rasps in your ear, his breath warm and sending shivers racing down your neck. “if ya bent over even a lil’, i woulda' seen everything. but you knew that...didn’t ya, cupcake? you wanted this to happen, right? wanted me to fuck you like this?”
your mind is a haze, words slipping away like sand through your fingers. all you can manage is a breathy, “y-yes!” accompanied by a frantic nod as he pulls you closer to the edge. the only thing you can focus on is the way his throbbing length is striking your sweet spot with such perfect precision. his fingers, deft and teasing, dance over your clit, each flick and swirl sending you spiraling out of control.
baekhyun can feel the way you clench around him, your moans growing louder and more unrestrained, each breathless sound pulling him closer to his own climax. “that’s it. that’s my good girl. shiiitt— just let go f’me. oh god, you feel so hah—good, takin' me so well. you’re so f-fuckin’ perfect,” he urges, his gaze locked onto yours as he drives you further into bliss, fucking you through the waves of pleasure that threaten to consume you.
the orgasms crash over you in relentless waves, each one merging into the next, as he drags out your pleasure with every deep thrust of his hips paired with the teasing circles of his fingers on your clit. your breathless cries of his name spill from your lips, pushes him closer to his own release. and as he finally lets go, he’s dressing you once more, this time layering your stomach and thighs with the warm, slick ribbons of his cum.
you swear you hear him mumble something about burning every last piece of your wardrobe, replacing each item with his—clothes infused with his scent and marked by his touch. his. his. his.
but best friends don’t lay claim on each other like that…do they?
nope. 
and they definitely don’t fuck like this either.
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a/n: omg when i was editing this i was like 'damn he's literally hard throughout this entire story' lmfaooooo. shoulda titled this fic 'boner baekhyun' tbh 😭 hope ya enjoyed the smut loviezzzzz 💞
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water-lemon-alex · 25 days ago
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the night before the finale.
a pre-s1e17 oneshot revolving around the season one finalists.
you have reached the end of the current chapter, but what about the one before it? what happened on the night before one of them went home a millionaire?
the penultimate episode of the first season has just finished airing, and the sun begun to set.
the show once had sixteen contestants fighting for the million-dollar prize, and each night they sleep, there were one (or two) less contestants by their side.
now, there were only two. two contestants.
one who only won a few couple challenges to get this far into the game, and another who kept her true persona a secret just for people to like her more.
both of them have just lost their closest allies in the competition. now, they’re on their own.
together.
the two finalists sat atop a hill, the one where all of them used to rest on. the sun is no longer visible from the sky— only the light of the moon reflected from it. the sky became dark, with a million tiny white diamonds in the sky.
the lettuce-filled “friend” sneakily tapped the glass of her orange competitor.
“hey! hey, oj!”
but the orange beverage didn’t respond. he was sulking over the loss of his best friend, who he thought was going to make the finals with him. now, he’s stuck with some half-witted mexican food.
then he finally takes a deep breath, and slowly turns to her with a sad look on his face.
“not now, taco. can’t you see i’m disappointed? i thought that i could make it with him to the finals! now i’m stuck with you…”
she clears her throat to get in character with her false persona.
“well— i lost my best friend, too! i never thought he would get voted off just when we’re this close to winning!”
“so he voted out him just so that you could advance…”
this argument is unnecessary. you can’t change something that already happened.
“…ugh, forget it. the finale’s tomorrow, and i need to get enough sleep to prepare for the final challenge.”
but both of them knew he wasn’t gonna sleep anytime soon. not with all the pressure from the game. it’s the finale, after all.
“…let me guess, you can’t sleep too.”
she nodded.
the hard-shelled contestant couldn’t sleep at all. she was still beaming with energy! (on the outside.) due to her high stamina, her plan was to tire him out before the finale.
“come on, we never got a chance to hang out at all! the moon’s so pretty tonight! let’s do something fun to tire ourselves out!”
…okay, this was supposed to be a game strategy, but in all sincerity, she actually does want to spend time with him, even just one time. as a treat.
this might be the first and last chance she’ll ever get. win or lose, she might never get to hang out with him again.
but whatever, it’s not like she became fond of anyone in the game at all or anything.
“what do you suggest we should do?”
“well, i dunno. have a little walk while lookin’ at the stars? we never really got to. because of the contest!”
he let out a deep sigh.
“…well, okay. maybe just once.”
the two started going down the hill to the direction of the very sixty-foot cliff where they once stood two years ago, when the show first aired.
taco started sprinting to the cliff, so much that oj couldn’t keep up without losing his balance and his juice in the process.
“h-hey! wait up! i thought we were going for a walk!”
“well, not anymooore-!”
she let out a hysterical laugh.
they finally stopped running when they finally reached the end of the cliff.
“ahaha… we’re heeeere-!”
with her left foot, she points at a certain something from the cliff. he thought she was gonna push him off.
“are you crazy!? are you going to push me off the cliff!?”
“not at all-! just look over there!”
all of those obstacles beyond the cliff weren’t even there before. looks like the host is preparing something big for the final contest.
“oooooh, that looks like the final challenge! so cool!”
“it looks like it’s still a work in progress.”
“well, fugget about it! let’s dance!”
“dance? seriously? with the only one left who’s standing in the way between you and the million? ha! let’s be honest right now. you don’t even have arms!”
“um, yeah i do!”
she unsheathes the arms she hid in her shell for so long, with the exception of a few instances where she actually used them.
“happy now?”
“you hid these the entire time!? you could’ve used these to your advantage!”
“oh, don’t worry! i won’t try to use them in the finale! i’ll try to go easy on you, because we both know i’m gonna win! easy!”
the orange glass teases back.
“haha, oh no, you’re not! because the million belongs to me!”
after a little while, she starts to reach her hand onto his.
“so? let’s go?”
“y-yeah! shall we?”
the energetic one got ahead of herself and unknowingly dragged their feet across the ground.
they turn, and they may tumble, but they both seem to enjoy themselves.
they’ll be rivals tomorrow, sure. but they are fellow competitors still in the running tonight. the only ones left, at that.
even if this bond will come to an end once all of this is over, even if the prize can’t go to the both of them,
they’ll enjoy the little time that they’ve had.
and as promised, they danced until they could barely catch their breath. (they didn’t exactly “dance”. none of them know how to dance! all they did was spin around in circles, hand in hand.)
now, they sat on the exact same spot as before. on the top of the hill.
“wow, that was…”
“crazy?”
“yeah, crazy! did you decide to do all this just to make me feel better after i lost paper?”
“well, i did this to make myself better after losing pickle! hahaha…”
“i guess we aren’t really so different. even if you’re kinda dumb sometimes, you did help me a few times with your lemons.”
“and you helped me win the boxing contest because of how fragile you are!”
“uh, correction! i didn’t help you win, i was just completely defenseless from those darn lemons…”
they begin to tease at each other again.
“i’m still riiiight-!”
“no, you’re nooot-!”
both of them let out some chuckles once again. their eyes are becoming heavy, and they have a big day tomorrow.
“well, good night, taco! i’m going to beat you tomorrow!”
“no! i’m gonna win! hahaha!”
the glass of juice has fallen fast asleep. sleeping upright. i guess that’s just how he sleeps just so that his juice wouldn’t spill all over the place.
before she closed her eyes, she hides her arms within her shell once more, gazed upon his resting face, and let out her true smile. a rather menacing smile, indeed— but her feelings were more… sincere.
for the first and the last time, she whispered,
“good night, oj.”
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janeyseymour · 10 months ago
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Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)- pt 2
After some pushback from the first, I knew I had to write a second part, and quick. this should placate most of you.
Summary: the aftermath.
Part 1.
WC: 2.25k
tags: @lakita-fisher @weeeeeeeeee3 @lilsmeaux @@morgana-larkin
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You somehow make it home unscathed- you could barely see as you drove through your tears, your breakup playlist on full blast. You guess you’re officially done. With Melissa already having a new woman, you wonder just how much you ever even meant to her.
As soon as you’re pulling into your spot, the waterworks hit in full- as if they weren’t already. You rip off the jersey and hat that you wore out, not caring where they land as you throw them into your front room. You had bought a bottle of wine to share with the redhead that you fell madly in love with to celebrate getting back together, and hopefully a big win, but now that seems wrong to drink on your own. You reach for the vodka instead.
You don’t show to school the next day, calling out claiming that you’re sick. And you are. Your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible, and your hangover is killer. You spend the morning laying in bed, eyes rimmed red. The redness won’t be going away any time soon.
Melissa saunters into the school, happy that she hasn’t seen your car in the parking lot, and doing a little dance because her team won. She’s also quite happy that she was able to rebound with last night- even if she didn’t particularly enjoy the woman that she spent her time with. She much rather would’ve spent time with you, but… you were… are a Cowboys fan.
“Someone’s happy,” Barbara chuckles. She thinks she knows why. “Did you have a good night at the game?”
“I did!” Melissa grins. “I took this girl I met at the bar, and-”
The kindergarten teacher’s face drops. “What?”
“I wasn’t going to let the ticket I had for Y/N go to waste,” the redhead shrugs. “So I asked Lena if she wanted to go with me to heckle the Cowgirls fans.”
“Oh no,” Barbara whispers. “Oh, no. no. no.”
“What? I figured after Y/N and I, I should get myself back out there.”
“No,” Barbara states again with fire. “Oh good god.”
“What?! What, Barb?”
“I- I have to go make a call,” the kindergarten teacher grabs her coffee mug and heads out quickly. She closes her classroom door as she dials your number.
Your phone starts ringing far too loudly, and you groan. You glance at it and see Barbara’s contact picture light up.
“Hello?” you groan into the phone, just barely sitting up. Your voice is rough, both from the tears and the fact that you haven’t spoken since last night.
“Sweetheart,” your coworker whispers to you. “Where are you? Are you okay?”
“Home,” you grumble. “Sick.”
The kindergarten teacher frowns. “Sick? Lovesick?”
“Heartbroken,” you whisper, voice cracking slightly. “She was there with someone else. You knew, didn’t you?”
“Y/N, dear,” Barb sighs quietly. “If I had known that she was talking to someone else, I never would’ve told you to go for it. In fact, when she came in dancing today I thought it was because the two of you got back together.”
“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “She had her tongue down someone else’s throat.”
“Honey, I am so sorry,” the woman tells you softly.
“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her genuinely. “You didn’t do anything wrong but try to help me.”
“Can I do anything else for you?” Barbara asks.
You sigh. “Just… when I come back to work tomorrow, pretend I was sick? I don’t feel like having Janine jump down my throat.”
“I can do that,” the kindergarten teacher says softly. “And please know that even though the two of you aren’t involved anymore, we are all still on your side. You’re still a part of our-”
“It’s okay,” you sigh sadly. “I know that you’re all Melissa’s friends, and I don’t want to put any of you in an awkward position having to pick sides. She’s been here longer; it’s all hers.”
“Sweetheart,” Barbara breathes.
“It’s okay. I’ll be okay, Barb. Thank you for trying to help me,” you mumble before hanging up.
By the time you hang up with her, the students will begin trickling in, so Barbara doesn’t have time to go speak with Melissa about the situation at hand.
But at lunch, Barbara simply grabs her lunch and picks up the redhead’s that is already out on the table.
“Barb,” Melissa gasps.
“My room. Now,” is all the kindergarten teacher has to say to get her friend to follow her out of the staff room and down the hall, head hung like a child being escorted to the principal’s office.
When they get there, Barbara sets down their lunches at her desk and pulls a chair up for Melissa.
“Barb, c’mon,” your… ex-girlfriend groans. “What gives?”
“What the hell were you doing out with another woman?”
The second grade teacher immediately gets defensive. “Y/N and I-”
“Y/N went to the game last night… dressed in Eagles gear and ready to cheer for your team because she loves you,” the older teacher says sternly. “And you threw it in her face that you were done with her and already moved on.”
“She- what?”
“She spent close to a thousand dollars on sports gear last week to try to win you back. She wore Phillies gear, she wore Flyers apparel, she wore a Sixers sweatshirt, she even wore a jersey from the Union, and on Friday, she wore Kelly green to show you that she’s in Philly now.”
“Didn’t show up in a Hurts or Kelce jersey though,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 
“Because she was saving that for last night when she was going to win you back with the ticket that she managed to get next to you!”
Melissa’s face drops. “She- fuck.”
“She’s not sick. She’s heartbroken right now.”
The redhead bites her lip. “I fucked up takin’ Lena, didn’t I?”
Barbara nods. “She was crying when I called, and she told me she was heartbroken to see you with some other girl’s tongue down your throat.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” the kindergarten teacher nods. “That word.”
Melissa breathes out heavily. “Do you…” she shakes her head. “She’s still a Cowboys fan.”
“Melissa Ann, you love her. She loves you. She’s perfect aside from that one fact, and when she tried explaining herself to you at school, you wouldn’t let her get a word out. Hear her out, and even then… if she does love the Cowboys, are you really going to let something as trivial as a sports team rivalry come between you and the one person that you love?”
“I…” the redhead bites her lip. “Do you think I have a chance at winning her back?”
At that, the kindergarten teacher shrugs. “You’ll never know if you don’t try… although, I would end things with this new woman you were making out with last night.”
The end of the day could not come sooner for the second grade teacher. She’s debated texting you or calling you, but she feels this is something that she has to do in person.
So as soon as she’s finished for the day, she runs out. She leaves her lunch bag in the staff room, doesn’t wait for her work wife; she just books it. She’s tearing out of the school parking lot in the direction of your apartment complex.
The entire drive over, she’s preparing what she’s going to say to you, but once she’s standing on the door mat that you have sitting outside your front door, it all leaves her brain. She knocks a few times before stepping back.
Who the hell is at your door? Could it be Barbara checking on you? Or maybe she said something to Janine or Jacob, and they’re here to make sure that you’re okay? With a groan, you sit up and stand from the couch. You’ve been sitting there for so long wallowing in your self pity that you leave an indent in the cushions. You check the peephole, and… why is Melissa standing at your door?
You open the door, not caring how you look right now.
The sight of you hurts her heart. Your hair is messily tied up, you haven’t changed out of your pajamas, your eyes are still rimmed red… you just look so heartbroken right now.
“What? Come to yell at me some more?” you try sound angry, but it just comes out pathetic.
“No,” she says softly. “Hun, I’m-”
“Here to break up with me?” you sigh. “You made it pretty clear we were done.”
“Can I come in?” she asks quietly. The woman sounds so unlike herself.
You shrug and leave the door open as you walk away. She follows you in. “I’m here to say I’m sorry.”
“It’s whatever,” you sigh as you curl back into your mountain of blankets. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be civil the rest of the school year, I’ll leave you and your friends alone, and then I’ll find another school in the area to work at.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, it’s a little hard to work with your ex-girlfriend,” you sigh. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind seeing yourself out.”
“Y/N,” Melissa says so softly, and she has her eyes trained on you. They’re filled with sadness. “I don’t want to break up.”
“I thought we already did,” you spit out. “And if we didn’t, I know you had your tongue down another woman’s throat last night anyway, so if you don’t break up with me, I’ll do it for you. Then you can make me the bad guy when you-”
“Barb told me what you were trying to do,” the redhead admits softly.
“If you would’ve just listened to me, you would know that I didn’t necessarily have a choice in who I rooted for when it came to football. My father, who is my idol and best friend so don’t you dare say a single bad thing about him, loves the Cowboys. He insisted on buying me the Prescott jersey despite the fact that I didn’t want him spending that money on me to begin with.”
“I should’ve known with you growing up near Dallas,” she sighs.
“But I’m here now,” you continue. “And once I talked to him and he told me that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I did. I bought all of this Philly stuff, bought a ticket to the game and showed up in a hat and Hurts jersey, only to see you with someone else. So… it’ doesn’t matter.”
“Hun, I never wanted her.”
“Well, you got her.”
“The whole time, I was wishing it was you.”
You rub your temples.
“Barb told me she helped you,” the second grade teacher admits. “If I had known… I would’ve been-”
“Any time they brought me up, you shut them down,” you fire out. “You wouldn’t let me speak to you at all.”
“You avoided me too!”
“I was trying to give you space, and when I did try to talk to you, you shut me down and told me you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl.”
“How can I fix this?” Melissa asks as she comes to sit down next to you. “I’ll do- I’ll do anything.”
“I thought you weren’t going to date a Cowgirl,” you taunt her. “And you have your new girl now.”
“She isn’t my girl,” the redhead tells you sternly. “You’re my girl. She’s some random girl I picked up at a bar while I was trying to distract myself from missing you. The whole time I was with her, I wished it was you- I didn’t even sleep with her. She was throwing herself at me, but I couldn’t.”
“So what are you saying?”
“And then today when you didn’t show up to school, Barbara told me what you did and how she helped you… she talked some sense into me; asked me if I was really going to let a stupid sports rivalry get in the way of loving the one person I truly adore. The answer is no. I was… an idiot. An absolute idiot.”
“Yeah,” you snort. “You were.”
“So… I’m here, begging you to take me back. Please, Y/N,” Melissa tears up. “Please. Please don’t walk away.”
“Melissa, you hurt me more than you know,” you whisper.
“And I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” she promises you. “Please.”
You take a deep breath for huffing it out. Secretly, you were hoping she would come back to you. And the opportunity is right here in front of you. “It’s… it’s going to take a bit for me to fully forgive you.”
“And I understand that entirely. I was a real jackass. I’ll make it up to you however I can.” She pulls you into her arms and kisses your temple gently. “However I can.”
That ‘however’ is by having her take you to another Eagles game- with the entire Abbott crew. You wear your Hurts jersey, hanging off of her the entire night, and you cheer for your new team.
The other ‘however’ is by getting her to take you to a Phillies RedOctober game at Lincoln Financial field. When they play their celebratory song after clinching a spot in the World Series as NLC champions, you know that you’re no longer dancing on your own (tiesto remix). You have Melissa by your side. 
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manicpixiefelix · 11 months ago
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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}
Part 8.
Summary: The fallout of arguing with Oliver, not fighting with Farleigh, Felix hooks up with your not-girlfriend, and so you provide comfort to his sort-of-ex.
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Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.
Warnings: someone makes a move on the reader while they're very very drunk and the reader is far more sober, but it doesn't go past kissing, if that's something you're possibly concerned about.
A/N: 5424 words. welcome back. this one goes many different places in the span of one night. the farleigh of it all. the annabel of it all. im worried this one might feel OOC so id really like to hear if there's anywhere i could improve on my characterisation, what worked, what didn't?? as always unedited, and as we're nearing the end of the term (in the fic) we only have a few chapters left at oxford before we get to go to saltburn!! LOVE YOU ENJOY!!
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"Didn't have to do that," Felix sighed from his desk, head bent low over his textbook. It's the first thing he'd said since Oliver left. You, still on his bed, picking through a textbook for a class you both share, found half-shoved under his bed, look up.
"Do what?"
"That thing with Michael What's-His-Name's file," it almost sounds like guilt in his voice, but he still isn't listening to you, "you could get in real trouble for having that."
In swift movements he stands, and you catch the sight of his scowl despite how he doesn't turn it upon you. Once again he's sitting on the floor, back to the foot of the bed, lighting up another cigarette, legs crossed in front of him.
"I'll put it back tomorrow." You're not used to Felix disapproving of you, it's a kind of discomfort you want to shake as quickly as you're able to. After a moment you add, "I know it's not really Ollie's fault, I shouldn't have -"
"I don't want to talk about Ollie right now." He's focused on balancing his ash tray on his knee, watching it with such intensity it's as if he's trying to define life's secrets from it.
"Should I go?" Murmured, almost like you're afraid of anyone hearing it, even Felix. It hangs, golden in the hazy heat of the afternoon.
"'m not the boss of you," Felix mumbles softly, head low, again his words coloured almost with guilt. You know he will never shake the quiet shame he sometimes is hit with when he remembers the way people often perceive the relationship you two share; too close, too loyal, too imbalanced.
But you've never cared; you will never treat him differently, never want for anything but his happiness, never beat the canine allegations. One day you hope you'll convince him that's okay.
So instead of leaving, you close the textbook and stretch yourself out across his bed, laying the on your belly with your head resting at the foot, by his. Your hand rests on his head, running your fingers through his hair.
Felix breathes out a lung full of smoke. He doesn't look at you. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes. The moment is a quiet one, tension thick and choking and full of things neither of you can talk about.
It's the strangest afternoon you share in a long while, one full of silence and the slow, mind numbing sound of pages being turned and the scratch of pen against paper.
"I'm gonna get ready to go out tonight," you say softly, finally breaking the silence when the courtyard outside is every shade of gold and orange in the sunset. Felix just hums in acknowledgement from his desk, "Fi?"
"Yeah," he huffs, dismissively, still looking at his notes. You've got the file in one hand, doing up the buttons of the shirt you'd forgone in the afternoon heat of his dorm room, but had to wear back to your own.
"You want me to text Oli?" You watch him grow tense at the name alone.
"Yeah, maybe, I don't know," he mumbles, almost forcibly nonchalant, despite the hard line of his shoulders that hadn't been there moments ago. Then, as if to clear the moment, he sits up straighter, turning to you in his desk chair with a look of determination in his eyes, "India still into me do you think?"
"I know India's still into you," you can't help but snort, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Would you be totally cut up if I -" he doesn't even need to finish before you're rolling your eyes.
"She'd be thrilled," but your smile softens a little, even as you shake your head with exasperation, "she's all yours, Fi."
Perhaps it's the fondness with which you acquiesces to his arguably selfish request that makes him take in the full exchange that had just passed. Felix takes a moment, tension and expression dropping as he turns pensive for a moment, unable to look you in the eyes. After a beat, you turn to the door, fully intending on letting the moment pass, but you hear Felix stand.
He doesn't say anything as he approaches you, still wearing that rather grim, thoughtful expression, but he wraps you up in a hug. He holds you as close as he's able, and after a beat of surprise, you gently drop the file to wrap your arms around him in return.
I love you. I'm sorry. All the tension from the afternoon drains away in this hug, in him pressed against you, leaning into you, breathing deep and even and steady. Pressing your face against his shoulder, you give him a brief kiss against his warm, golden skin, and hope he can feel your smile too.
The hug breaks, but still he holds your face for a long moment. He's smiling again. I love you. Thank you. He kisses your cheek quickly.
"I'll catch you at the King's Arms, yeah?"
"'course, Fi," you assure him with a warm smile of your own.
Back in your own dorm, that single moment of warmth unfortunately can't overwrite the entire afternoon of sickly tension. Looking at Oliver's name in your contacts, you frown. You should text him, invite him, Felix told him he would -
"Yeah, maybe, I don't know."
You don't text Oliver.
Annabel also isn't at the King's Arms that night. Of course you know why, the answer sits across from you with his arm around your not-girlfriend, but part of you still kind of feels bad for if the sweet redhead ever finds out.
"What are you sulking about?" Farleigh's smug voice in your ear, Farleigh's arm around your shoulder, Farleigh's cigarettes you keep stealing, Farleigh who you've tucked yourself up against for the night.
"'m not," you try insisting, frowning at the lighter that's clearly out of fluid and refusing to relight your cigarette. He gives your shoulder a squeeze.
"You sure, Peter Pan? Where's your shadow?"
"You don't give a shit about Oliver," you snap a little too quickly, both frustrated by the situation you're trying to ignore, and the useless lighter, but Farleigh reads right through it and practically cackles. Still, he wraps his other arm around you and squeezes you against his side with glee, even as you try to protest.
"Ooh~" Farleigh teases, poking your side with a wide, fond smile, "trouble in pauper's paradise?"
"That's fucking mean," you rib him none too gently, but he actually snorts with laughter. The lighter still won't bloody well start.
"I feel like you're fucking edging me with that lighter, fuck," Benji, from Farleigh's other side, smacks your lighter out of your hands and holds out his perfectly working one.
"Thank you, Benny, that was pissing me off," Farleigh says with a satisfied smile, his laughter having died down. You, finally take a draught on your cigarette, grateful for the warmth, and the nicotine as it hits.
"Could kiss you, Benj," you finally let yourself smile, "someone remind me to get a new lighter," you add, leaning across Farleigh without hesitation to plant a kiss squarely on Benji's lips after he'd wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, teasingly at you at your comment.
"We'd fascinate psychologists," Farleigh chuckled, but his voice is warm and fond, and Benji turns back to his conversation with Alicia and Jake on his other side once the moment had passed.
"Probably," comes out distracted, however as your teasing mood drops and you look to your phone. Should I have called Oliver? But when you look up, across the table, you see warmth and fondness in the way Felix looks at India, enraptured by whatever story she's telling. With one arm around her shoulders, he lets her distractedly play with his other hand, leaning into her, all attention on her. Making her feel like the centre of the universe, the way only Felix knows how to do. India glows in a way you've never seen before, lighting up under his direct affection, beautiful and elated, maybe even a little bit flustered.
There's not even a hint of jealousy at the sight of them. All you know is how much you love your friends, and how happy and beautiful they look together in this moment. There is contentment, satisfaction, like a job well done... Farleigh might have a point about the psychologists.
Speaking of - Farleigh grabs your chin and tilts your face to look at him. Immediately you smack his hand away.
"Stop that! What is that? What are you doing?" You squawk at him immediately. Again, he grabs your chin, frowning, intent upon gazing intensely into your eyes. This time you let him.
"I'm figuring out what this is," he mutters like he's deep in thought. You let your gaze roam for a moment, hoping he gets whatever this is out of his system. You wiggle your chin in his grip, and it's enough to prompt more of an explanation, "if you're not sulking, then I don't know this -" rolling your eyes, you smack his hand away.
"Fuck man, I'm not sulking," you insist, remembering your cigarette and taking another puff, glad it hadn't gone out.
"You've been weird lately; angry - ranting," Farleigh made sure to stick to your cover story despite having seen through it the minute you'd tried out the other week, "you and Felix have had some weird vibes," he takes the cigarette from you, and you settle yourself against him further.
"Fi and I always have weird vibes," you pointed out with a little smirk, keeping your voice as low as he was, glad he didn't feel the need to publicise this discussion too broadly. Farleigh snorted, but shook his head.
"You, sure," Farleigh conceded, handing back the cigarette, "but," he leans in, leans into your with a knowing, dangerously sharp smile, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, "Felix has been weird about you," his voice slides along the word weird as his hand slides up your thigh, as if to prove a point, before sitting back. Giving you a moment to recover, Farleigh sits back up like nothing happened, letting go of your thigh and taking a drink. He gives you a squeeze, arm still around your shoulders, "or hadn't you noticed?" Back at regular conversation levels like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Across the circle of your friend group, Felix's gaze momentarily flicks to you as India's in the middle of some kind of enthusiastically rambling. Gaze briefly passing to Farleigh, he then looks back and raises an amused eyebrow in silent question. The smile you give him is instinctive and warm, a silent answer. He mirrors the smile for the briefest moment before his attention returns to India.
Of course you'd noticed the change.
"Of course I've noticed." Your gaze dips; you become fascinated with your drink for the moment, trying to brace yourself for whatever comment you knew Farleigh had coming.
"Surprised he hadn't put you on a leash."
You elbow him hard in the ribs. He retaliates by flicking you repeatedly in the forehead. Its a blurry mess of frustration and elbows after that, pulling hair and wet fingers in ears and trying to sink nails into each other's soft sides, all squabbling and cursing and insults not made for polite society.
"- you put your fingers near my mouth I'll bite them off!" You holler even when he's got his arm around your neck in a kind of choke hold, which is around the time the two of you are pulled away from each other.
The rest of the table is staring at you both, while you and Farleigh straighten yourselves up, a little flustered at the many incredulous stares you were getting.
"The fuck was that about?" Felix, of course, is the one to voice the question the others all had. You look to Farleigh, his expression mirroring yours; no malice, no frustration, like nothing had happened.
"Bit of horseplay," you shrugged easily, meeting Felix's eyes, tone bright and chipper. He looked unconvinced.
"Just two dudes being guys," Farleigh's tone was light and breezy as he settled back into the booth, and you alongside him, letting him once more sling an arm around your shoulders.
"Guys bein' pals," you agreed with a nod. Farleigh pats your head for emphasis. The group thankfully decides that they've had enough of the weird moment to go back to their own conversations. Felix was the last to focus back on the conversation he'd been having with India and Alicia, narrowing his eyes as he looked between you and Farleigh.
Before turning his attention entirely away, his gaze fixes on you. There, in the very slight tilt of his head, the look in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens, you see his concern for you. You lean your head back on Farleigh's shoulder and let yourself relax, let yourself give him a genuine, reassuring smile. It's enough.
Farleigh clears his throat.
"It was either that or tell him you said that," you explained under your breath, to which Farleigh nodded in understanding, hand running up and down your shoulder idly as he reached across the table for the communal fries, bringing the basket closer to you both.
"And you don't want to tell him because you know I'm right," Farleigh is back to smug, but at least this time you can join him in his amusement.
"No, but I'm humouring you because I'd like to talk about how good I'd look in a collar," picking up a chip, you eat it with a grin as Farleigh rolls his eyes. After a moment, however, he comes back with this contemplative look, still amused, but eyes narrowed and searching like they had been earlier. You eat another chip and tell him to put his eyeballs back in his head, "seriously, quit looking at me like that, Farleigh -"
"He has been weird-weird," Farleigh says like he's agreeing, though you tell him you have no idea what the fuck he means. Taking a deep breath like he was ramping up to something, Farleigh looks across the group to Felix, before looking back at you with a kind of put-upon smile, "I say this only as someone who's know you for like, more of my life than I'd like to admit -"
"I love you too, go on."
"- so I kind of think that it might not look that different to anyone else, like they don't know it's not your usual brand of weirdness," he wets his lips, giving you a look like he's not even sure if he's meant to be saying this, like he might be letting you in on a secret you're not supposed to know, "he's been really hot and cold with you."
Of course you'd noticed.
"I slept with Oliver."
Beside you, Farleigh appears to go through all five stages of grief at once.
"You make it very hard to be friends with you sometimes," he says, shaking his head. You, however, are focusing on how many chips you can eat in a rush rather than think too much about the topic at hand.
"That mean," you tell him flatly, mouth full of potatoes, "you're being mean again."
"You chose to sleep with Oliver, that is a choice you made; I'm gonna be mean about it, you've earned it, you know you have -"
"Remember," you gave him a shit-eating grin, "how the next time we went drinking after that costume party, you spent a full half hour in the beer garden ranting about how stupid you thought Ollie's costume was," you ate another chip while Farleigh narrowed his eyes at you with barely concealed contempt, but you powered on, "and it turned out that you thought the costume didn't do him justice, which then -" your grin grew wider, "became you ranting about how his eyes are too blue, and why does he dress like that when we can all see his arms, imagine if he wore a shirt that fit!" You gleefully recounted, even as Farleigh's mouth flattened into a thin line, like he's bitten on a lemon, but he couldn't look you in the eyes.
"Hey, that's not what I -"
"And then -!" You spoke over him, "you forgot where you were and tried to take an angry nap in the bushes."
"I don't -" a flustered Farleigh squirms for a moment in his seat, unable to look at you, "remember that, and," he turned a faux serious look upon you, "if you tell anyone I said that, I'll tell them you're lying."
"I'm just saying," you shrugged, "don't act like you don't know part of the reason why I slept with him."
"Fine," Farleigh rolled his eyes, allowing his flustered frustration to ease. After a moment of contemplation, of watching Felix, he hums quietly, thoughtfully, "that can't be it, right?"
"What can't be it?"
"If Felix was going to start being jealous it wouldn't be over Oliver."
"See, that's what I thought."
"So he is jealous?"
"I don't know," you say quietly, still not quite sure how to feel about it; Felix had taken the news fine when you'd told him, he hadn't seemed any different, but of course there'd been a change. Why now?
"That's really stupid of him," Farleigh finally says, dismissively.
"It is, isn't it?" As you try and laugh, your heart's not in it. You look at your phone again, another wave of that strange discomfort that you'd been feeling lately washing over you again. You can't stay.
Everyone's surprised by your early departure as you say your goodbyes. You cite the need to study hard tomorrow, giving hugs and kisses as you start the short journey back to your dorm. Felix murmurs that he loves you and a cheeky thanks in your ear and you know he's talking about India. You kiss his cheek, and then you head off.
Nothing had seemed off when you'd told Felix.
"You look like you're about to burst into song; what happened to you?"
"Something happened!"
"Am I meant to guess?"
"No, no- I mean, like how nothing happened between me and Ollie a few months ago; something happened!"
"Something happened between you and Ollie?"
"The something that didn't happen last time -"
"I don't remember last time, Y/N, you're being so cryptic, I love that you're excited but -"
"Yes, Ollie and I slept together. Finally!"
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"No, good 'oh', promise!"
"Didn't sound like a good 'oh', Fi; is everything alright?"
"Yeah, of course, sorry Y/N, I promise, I'm just... I don't remember you being this excited about a hook up... and I don't think I was excepting it to be Ollie, you know? Was he really that good?"
"Let me put it this way, it was the kind of good that none of our other friends would believe if I told them."
"Fancy that, Ollie knows what he's doing; good for you."
"Great for me."
It wasn't particularly vulgar or explicit, you'd had far more in depth conversations about your various hook ups, Felix had seemed as happy for you as he always did with these kinds of stories. But he'd started looking at Oliver different, you'd noticed it. That too is when he became the clingiest. Farleigh was right; on nights out with Oliver around, Felix threw out any pretence of subtlety or person space. Felix acted like your boyfriend.
But then, any other night, any other group situation, it was like any other day. Sometimes he'd barely even glance at you. Hot and cold.
You're so in your head on the walk home that you barely register someone sitting at your door until you all but trip over them.
Annabel.
She'd been crying.
"Fuck you." Is how she greets you.
"What are you doing here?" A twinge of pity, a twinge of guilt, to see her obviously distraught at your doorstep. She gets unsteadily to her feet, swearing at you again. Reaching out to steady her, she surprises you by lunging at you, grabbing you.
"You were there, weren't you? With the rest of them," Annabel's gripping your collar, makeup smeared with tears and eyes red-rimmed, "with him," lips still inches from yours, her gaze unfocused but searching, "I can fucking smell it on you- you- you and rich boy-" but she stops for a moment, expression falling to confusion, "Farleigh?"
"Annabel -" you ease her hands off of your collar, partly confused, but mostly pitying.
"Why do you smell like Farleigh?" She sounds almost like a lost child, refusing to let go of your hand as you pulled out your keys. God she looks so helpless, tears still welling in her eyes, vodka bottle mostly empty by her feet.
"Why are you so good at telling what Farleigh smells like?" You countered with, swinging the door open. At this, some of the righteous indignation fires up in her again, flouncing into your room.
"You all went to the same boarding school, you've all got these same habits, and same but different scents you cling to," she's scowling at your dresser as you picked up the vodka bottle and brought it into your room, shutting your door. You watch her for a long moment, see how she analyses everything you have there, perfumes, colognes, makeup, skin care, little bits of paper rubbish - she picks up a bottle and flicks off the lid, not caring where it landed amongst the rest of the things there. When she sprays it, she seems to almost relax amongst it's mist. Of course. It's Felix's favourite, Felix's scent as she'd so aptly described it, for when he'd spend the night.
"Of course you have his too," she says faintly, almost derisively.
Allowing your attention to finally drift from her, you start getting ready for bed, heading to your closet to hang up your jacket.
"You all need to mark your territory," she spits, out of your peripheries, you see her move away from your dresser and pick up her vodka again, "need everyone to know who you own, who we all belong to -"
"Anna, that's not -" you sighed, unsure of where any of this was going, but not liking it either way. As you search your drawers for pyjamas, you felt her gentle hands on your hips. Jumping at the sudden touch, when you spin she braces herself against the drawers with hands either side of you, while your hands become trapped, the last bit of resistance between her chest and yours.
"I smelled like you both for weeks," she murmurs, gaze roaming your body, almost hungry, landing back on your lips, "you remember that? I should- I should- should have been fucking sickened," she admits, voice a low whisper, the hunger turning needy, turning into almost a whimper, "the things I want you both to do to me make me sick to my stomach," her lips inch closer to yours, shared breath, heat in the air, "of course I know what the fuck you all choose to smell like, I can't get it out of my fucking head," you should lean away but there's something intoxicating about her rage, her desperation, her desire, "Our Annabel, that's what he'd called me, what you'd -" and she kisses you, vodka still wicked and bitter on her tongue, all but panting into your mouth as her hands find your hips again.
But it can't continue, you can't let this go on. As you lean back to free your arms, to hold her back, she takes advantage of the opportunity to slide her hands beneath your shirt, cold and nimble against your belly -
"Could've been my Felix -" she mumbles, as if in a trance, eyes hazy and full of both tears, like she was looking into a memory. The minute her fingers find your fly you grab her hands firmly. It takes you a moment to regain your composure, to remind yourself that she wasn't in her right state of mind, that she probably didn't even know what she was doing or saying -
My Felix flares bright and hot and possessive in your mind. My Felix.
"Ow," Annabel's noise of pain brings you back to reality, but thankfully it seems the shock to her system brought her back too. Looking down at your vice-like grip on her wrists, she looks back at you as you let her go, embarrassment in her eyes as she perhaps realises some of what she'd been doing.
"I'm not sleeping with you tonight, Anna," still, your voice is gentle. She huffs an embarrassed little laugh, starting to sniffle again. Again, you remind yourself that this poor girl just got her heart broken by your best friend, and decided to deal with that by drinking an entire bottle of vodka. You'd committed to showing her some compassion tonight.
"I know." The tension drops, and she just leans her head forward to rest her forehead on your shoulder. You can't help but hug her, feeling the heavy way she sighs as you're giving her a reassuring pat on the back. The two of you stay like that for a very long few minutes until you hear her start crying again.
"Do you wanna borrow some pyjamas?" You ask softly, and feel her nod.
The rest of the night is quiet after that, taking care of this distraught young woman who got her heart broken by your best friend. It reminds you of nights you'd spend with Venetia back at Saltburn.
Annabel sits on your bathroom counter patiently, ankles crossed, watching the way you focus as you wipe off her makeup with meticulous care. When you take off her necklace, you coil it delicately on top of the nice clothes she'd been wearing, now sitting on top of her shoes by your door. At first she tries to wave you off when you offer to brush out her hair -
"There's -" she hiccups; the full bottle of vodka has finally hit her, but still she tries to shake her head, "too much hairspray, it'll be a hassle -"
"I'll be gentle," you told her softly, assurance in your eyes and a warm smile on your lips, "if you'll let me." Annabel melts under that gaze, sitting in borrowed pyjamas, face clean, cross-legged on your bed in the lamp light. You treat her with the gentlest care, brushing out her hair while you can still hear her occasional sniffles; she sits as primly as she's able, only apologising once at the start for it's length. You assured her it's fine.
"You scare me sometimes," Annabel mutters into the quiet, voice watery. For a moment, you pause.
"Me?"
"Both- both of you. You and Felix," she sniffles again, "and Farleigh too now, I guess," you can tell she swallows thickly, voice catching in her throat. When she tries to dip her head, she can feel the way you're still holding gently, still working, and she apologises faintly. Carefully, quietly, giving her space to organise her tipsy, upset thoughts, you continue to brush out her hair.
"Never met anyone like you, you know? Didn't think people like you guys existed. You're always everything; the most without even trying," she takes a deep breath, but it's undercut by a faint sob that's almost a chuckle, "I kind of think you don't even know what I mean- you especially, you know?" You... don't.
You brush, only giving a faint apology, but all she does is fidget, the words spilling unrehearsed from her, things she's clearly been bottling for far too long -
"Felix is everything everyone wants, and you're everything everyone wants him to be," she says it so forlornly, "the sun and it's fucking warmth," then, almost disgusted as she spits it under her breath, "I think about how he's never going to fuck me the way he looks at you while he's shitfaced, how sick is that?"
With a few more strokes her hair is brushed out, and without even thinking you start to braid it. Annabel's dissolved into tears again, her face in her hands, but you're just careful not to tug on her hair too hard as her whole body shakes with them.
"He never gave a proper shit about me, did he?" Annabel sobs as you're tying off the braid. The minute it's done, she turns and throws herself into your arms, sobbing against your chest, "I'm just another fucking girl to him!"
"He still loves you as a friend, I'm sure; you know how Fi is-" you pet her shoulder carefully as she clutches your shirt for dear life.
"I don't wanna be his fucking friend! I gave him my fucking heart and now he's probably got his dick in that slag India, who said she was my friend!" Spitting her words with fury, with venom, she looks up, but only sees a look of pitying apology in your eyes; she's probably right. Lip curling, she throws herself back on your bed, hands covering her face once more, "he doesn't fucking care," she groaned, fury turning poisonous with resignation, "I know he doesn't care; if I thought he truly cared I would have fucked Oliver -"
"What?"
"- Felix is so fucking fickle, god, seems like he doesn't even care about Oliver anymore, I should have- should have -" she continues on, but breaks down crying again. Getting off the bed, you leave for the common room for half a moment, filling it with water.
"Drink this," you instruct, sitting next to Annabel on the edge of the bed. She scowls, but follows your orders easily, even if she can't properly look you in the eye. The water seemed to have at least helped, as her crying quiets down as you refill the glass in your bathroom sink.
"I feel like shit," she mumbles, watching you come back into the room and place the cup on her bedside.
"Well you look pretty," you tell her teasingly, trying to lighten the mood even a little as you gently pinched her cheek. She does not appear to find the humour in the moment. Still, you turn off your lamp and climb over her into the bed, "please don't throw up in my bed or on my floor."
"I know where your bathroom is."
The two of you kick off the neat duvet but pull the thin, luxurious sheet over you both.
"Thank you..." it sounds begrudging as she says it. You tell her it's no stress, sitting up for a moment in order to open your window a crack, let a breeze in overnight, but still hear her when she says, "you're a bad friend."
Still sitting, you take a deep breath, sighing as a silhouette in the moonlight.
Annabel is more astute than you possibly gave her credit for in this state; amongst all her felt injustices, she'd never once asked about how you felt about Felix fucking India, your well established not-girlfriend. Because somehow she knew, perhaps even that you gave your blessing. You'd never been a cruel person as long as you could help it, but you'd made peace with your priorities too long ago to start apologising for them now. So yes, you'd taken Annabel in for the night, but she knew in her heart that you were partially at fault for her despair in the first place. You both knew.
Enabling Felix was never really about making anyone else happy.
"I know."
Something about your admission seems to be enough for Annabel, however. When you lay back down beside her, she curls up against you, tucks herself all along your side, arm around you, head on your chest.
The next morning, Annabel moves silently around your dorm. When you wake up, all that's even left of her presence is the empty cup of water on your bedside. No kind of note, no text, she'd made sure she didn't even wake you before leaving.
Fucking Christ, what a bloody week did yesterday feel like, is all you can think as the mid-morning sun slashes through your barely parted curtains and paints your chest with light.
You consider sleeping in, consider that you'd definitely earned it after yesterday, but then your phone starts ringing. It's Felix. He sounds grim.
"Hey, can you get over here? We need you."
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AFTER SCHOOL !!
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Kamaboko Trio x Afab - 3rd years (1)
SKIT: Hangouts after school are always untamed
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The school bell rings, Y/n quickly packed up her things and began to help clean the classroom like everyone else. Her classmate Murata helped her sweep the floors while everyone put the chair on the desk folded upside down. “Hey, Y/n!” Murata waved a hand to her, she looked up off the ground and wave back with a cheery smile, “Hey!”
“Do you have any plans today after school?” He asked as they both continued to sweep the floors, “Yeah I’m gonna meet Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu at the mall if you’d like to join?” Y/n asked as she occasionally looked at Murata, “Hmm I don’t think I can, maybe some other time.” He smiled at her and she returned it.
- Meanwhile -
“Whatever, she’ll catch up!” Inosuke said in his husked voice as he was walking backwards, leaning on one foot his other lifted a little too high and he almost fell, he caught himself before he could fall. Zenitsu and Tanjiro looked at each other before shrugging and closing their eyes, “Whatever you say.” They said at the same time.
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Later that day around 3:00, Y/n had finally made it to the mall. She pulled out her phone and texted Tanjiro, [Hey I’m here! Where are you guys?]
Tanjiro’s phone chimed, he pulled it out of his uniform pocket, [Hey! We’re at the food court, Inosuke got hungry.]
Y/n giggles to herself before texting back, [Ok!]
She made it to the food court and saw the boys hanging out they all looked over at Y/n who was walking towards them, they put the piece sign up like usual, Inosuke did so with food in his mouth and crumbs on his lips and cheeks.
Y/n put the sign up as well as she smiled. “So where should we go first?” She asked as the guys got up, they all started to walk around the mall. “Well..I’ve actually been needing a new white button up.” Zenitsu suggested, “Perfect! We can go to Macy’s first.” Tanjiro adds. They all agree and Inosuke finishes off his sweets before throwing the rappers in a trash can nearby.
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“Look this one looks nice!” Tanjiro showed off a nice fancy white button up shirt with a high collar. Zenitsu’s face slummed at the sight, “Meh it’s too fancy, I’m just looking for a basic school shirt. Ya know like the polo ones?” Zenitsu announced, Y/n and Tanjiro nodded.
Inosuke had found the perfect one, “How about this!?” Inosuke announced proudly as he held it by the short sleeves, Zenitsu smiled brightly but his face turned back to the same slumber when he saw the previous shirt. “Uh, is that a stain?” Zenitsu questioned as he pointed his index finger to the white tee.
“Oh I think it is.” Y/n added, Tanjiro nodded in agreement. “It’s a chocolate stain. Looks brand new too.” Zenitsu inches closer to the shirt then his eyes darted up at Inosuke’s hands. “Inosuke..did you clean your hands before coming into the store?” Zenitsu questioned as he placed his head closrer to Ino’s.
Inosuke looked panicked almost, “Uh, no..?” Zenitsu’s face look irritated; he then let out a sigh. “Let’s go pay for it, I’m sure the stains will come out anyway.” Zenitsu spoke in a monotone voice, as they walked to the register Y/n put a hand over Zenitsu’s shoulder and flashed a gentle smile, he returned it.
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“So I’ll see you guys again tomorrow for movie night?” Y/n asked with a sure smile on her face, the boys nodded and waved her off as she crossed the street to her house.
“See you tomorrow!” Tanjiro shouted as Y/n unlocked the door to her house, “Bye!” Zenitsu shouted, “Better not get scared tomorrow night!” Inosuke shouted with a smirk as he crossed his arms. You laugh a bit with a smile then waved to them once again before closing your door.
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thank you for reading this new series ^_^ i hope you enjoyed <3
- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you
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ohmynabiii · 2 months ago
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𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ; 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
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────୨ৎ──── 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : romance, fluff, chan as a father of two imagines
𝐚𝐧 : I think this is one of the most adorable/wholesome things I’ve ever written.
This made me realize Channie will be an AMAZING dad if he ever has children… those will be some lucky ass kids. 
Anyway, this was SO fun to do, so let me know if you guys want me to do the other members!! 
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k
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He’s always being silly with them, chasing them around the house as they giggle and shriek with joy.
The tickles are non-stop. He’ll even rope you into it: “Should we give Mommy some tickles? I think… YES!” And then all three of them will pounce, leaving you a laughing, breathless mess.
He spends hours pushing them on the swings, diving under for extra fun, no matter how tired he gets. He’ll keep going as long as they ask.
Whenever you’re out as a family, one kid is always riding on his shoulders, the other holding his or your hand, making you feel like the sweetest unit.
During family dance parties, he blasts Stray Kids’ songs and dances around the living room with them, showing them all the choreo. They may not get it quite right, but they’re having the best time.
He’s constantly on edge when they’re running around or eating too fast, gently reminding them to slow down while squeezing your hand a little tighter for comfort.
When one of them falls down, he’s immediately there to scoop them up. “Where does it hurt?” he asks with wide eyes. They’ll point with a pout, and he’ll dramatically kiss it better until they’re giggling and off to play again.
You and Chan read to them every night, turning storytime into a full-blown performance, complete with voices and gestures. Sometimes you get so into it, you forget the stories are supposed to put the kids to sleep, not you two.
On days when you’re feeling overwhelmed, he takes the kids to the park or the zoo for the whole day, giving you a much-needed breather to recharge.
The rest of Stray Kids joins in the fun just as much. Uncle Minho and Felix are always up for babysitting when it’s date night for you two.
If a nightmare wakes one of them, you both cuddle up close. “Nothing can hurt you when we’re here,” he says softly, and you add, “You’re loved and safe.” You smile at each other over their heads, feeling so lucky to share this moment.
He brings them to the studio sometimes, showing them his equipment, letting them tap buttons and twist knobs like they’re junior producers.
Mealtime is always fun with Chan—he never skips the airplane sound while feeding them, zooming the spoon toward their little mouths with a silly “brrr.”
If they’re picky eaters, no problem. He never forces them to eat what they don’t like, but somehow always sneaks those healthy veggies into his cooking—ninja-dad style.
He’s always encouraging them to ask for help when they need it, teaching them to be brave and kind.
He loves making surprise picnics in the backyard, complete with little sandwiches, juice boxes, and a blanket fort—because why not make the ordinary feel magical?
He’s the master of bedtime cuddles, always making sure they fall asleep knowing they’re loved, protected, and their dreams are theirs to chase.
He plays his guitar softly while they fall asleep, creating the perfect lullaby just for them, humming sweetly as their little eyes drift shut.
He gives them pep talks before big school days, telling them, “You can do anything if you believe in yourself,” and reminding them that he’s their biggest fan.
When he’s working late at the studio, he FaceTimes them to say goodnight, blowing kisses through the screen and promising to tuck them in tomorrow night.
On lazy mornings, he’ll gather everyone up on the couch for a “Stray Kids movie marathon,” introducing them to the music videos and behind-the-scenes clips, laughing as they point and yell, “That’s Daddy!”
He’s the ultimate hype man for their art projects, hanging every drawing, painting, or craft they make on the fridge with pride, saying, “Wow! You’re so talented!”
He loves teaching them little bits of Korean and English, blending the two languages into their playtime so they grow up with both cultures in their hearts.
His phone’s photo gallery is filled with pictures of them—sleeping, playing, eating, doing anything.He’s always snapping a photo, capturing every sweet memory.
He wears matching outfits with them sometimes, usually a cute hoodie or hat, and they’ll walk around together looking like a coordinated squad.
He lets them "help" when he's working on music, giving them little jobs like pressing a button or clapping in the microphone, and then playing it back for them with a big smile.
If they’re having a rough day, he’ll scoop them up in his arms and say, “You’ve got this, because you’re my kid,” and that’s all the comfort they need.
He takes pride in building their toys, from Lego sets to dollhouses, putting everything together perfectly—then sitting down to play with them for hours.
He’s always wearing the little accessories they make him—bracelets, necklaces, even a glittery crown once—and he rocks it like it’s high fashion.
He plays them Stray Kids’ music when they’re in the car, but he’s always more excited to see them dance to it than they are.
On birthdays, he goes all out—decorating the house, baking a cake, and even writing them their own little birthday song because “you only deserve the best!”
He’s quick to apologize if he’s ever stern with them, teaching them that even grown-ups make mistakes and it’s important to say sorry.
He makes sure they know how important kindness is, often saying, “Being a good person is way cooler than anything else, right?” and they always nod in agreement.
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inuyashaluver · 1 year ago
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fraternising with the enemy - maya le tissier
maya le tissier x reader
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description: in which you and your girlfriend play for club rivals arsenal and manchester united, when the match concludes, you get pulled into a harsh media interview, your girlfriend coming to your rescue
warnings: some angst?
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you and maya le tissier were one of the woso community’s favourite couples. you had been dating for a while, since you were 18 and maya 19.
both of you got signed to brighton & hove, playing along side each other and forming a close friendship, which steadily formed into a relationship. being in the lionesses also allowed you strengthen your bond. you were absolutely smitten with each other.
you and maya loved playing together, your relationship outside the pitch making your technique and skill stronger with each other. maya got signed to manchester united and you were absolutely ecstatic for her - one of her dreams had come true. and a week later, an offer from your dream club arsenal was given to you.
you were both sad that you wouldn’t get to play with each other. this meant you wouldn’t live together again. surprisingly, the move made your relationship stronger. the rare distance was healthy, even though you both called each other at any free moment. sending each other selfies and photos throughout the entire day made your team mates tease you both for being so in love, even when being so far away.
today was a special day. arsenal vs manchester untied. you and maya have been teasing each other about this match for weeks now. you both decided to facetime each other the night before the match.
“so baby, am I marking you in the match?” maya smirked at you on your facetime call,
“I can’t reveal all my secrets le tissier” you taunted at her, returning the smirk
“aw you won't even give us a hint?”
“nope! they say surprises make dating more fun you know” you wink at her
“yeah yeah whatever” she shakes her head softly while lovingly looking at your face on the screen
“I really miss you may” her grin widens
“I miss and love you way more”
“I really doubt it” you retort, her face looking almost offended
“yes i do-”
you quickly hung up the phone before she could respond, laughing as you immediately get a text message from the girl
message from : maya baby ❤️
who do you think you are, woman?
honestly
hanging up on me like that
wow
respect your elders
you laugh as she quickly sends text after text
message to : maya baby ❤️
i love you, my pretty girl
go to bed missy, we both know you’ll need energy for tomorrow
can’t wait to see you!
message from: maya baby ❤️
i love you too my beautiful girl
will do 🫡
you should rest up so I can body slam you on the pitch and off wink wink
dream about me xx
-the next day-
you decided to check out the pitch before the match starts, definitely not going to the pitch to shamelessly watch your girlfriend warm up. no.
you hadn’t seen each other yet and you just couldn’t resist the temptation. she was talking to tooney, faced away from you. tooney saw you approaching and you raised your finger to your lips, signalling for her to be quiet. tooney the legend that she is played along, keeping maya in the same position.
you slowly sneak up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist and pressing your face in between her shoulder blades. she jolted, looking down at your arms, the tiny ‘m’ tattooed on your wrist (she had a matching one of your first initial in the same spot) and instantly smiling.
“there she is! come here!” she grabbed your hands and pulled you into a tight hug.
she laughed when you wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist. she held you on tightly to your waist, keeping you close to her body.
tooney was long gone by then, knowing you hadn’t seen each other in a while, she smiled watching the two of you, a major fan of your relationship.
“hi baby” she smiled up at you
“hiya maya baby” you leant down to connect your lips with hers, a sweet and short kiss filled with so many emotions, no words needed to be said at this moment.
“I’ve missed you, my girl” she pecks your cheek
“don’t start this argument again please, you know I’ll win” you grin at her and place a kiss on her nose and she puts you down, shaking her head. still hugging each other tightly.
“alright we know why you’re really here, spy, off you go, you’re in my domain now” she taps your behind as you turn for a second, your captain kim calling you over for warm ups.
“alright le tissier I’ll get out of your hair.” placing one last peck on her lips, running over to your team.
maya watched you leave, hands on her hips and gaze never leaving your body. she giggles watching leah place you in a headlock, teasing you about maya. she returns back to her own team for warm ups, preparing for the game ahead.
you and maya took football very seriously. when you got on the pitch, you weren’t girlfriends anymore, you were competitors. you were lining up in the tunnel, moving your feet from the tip of your cleats to your heels. maya could sense your nervousness, she quickly left her position to go to you. she grabbed your face in between her hands, looking down at you with a smile.
“you’ve got this baby, go out there and do your best.”
“you too missy, I love you” giving her a quick hug
“I love you more, I’d love you even more though if we win”
she laughs as you push her away, lining up once again.
the match had ended 2-2. maya had in fact marked you the whole game, proving to be a tough competitor. as soon as the final whistle had sounded, you ran to get some water, maya had tired you out completely.
because you were one of the first people off the pitch, you immediately got pulled by media.
interviewer: “hello everyone, we have arsenal’s (y/n) (y/l/n) here with us after a tough match. (y/n) how are you feeling?”
he moved the microphone towards you and smiled
(y/n): “hey, thanks for coming out. uh, yeah look, it’s easy to say it was a tough match, both teams played amazing and I think everyone gave a good effort, I’m proud of both teams today”
the interviewer moved the microphone back to his mouth, nodding with your words
interviewer: “playing against this team must be pretty emotional for you right?” he questioned
you quirked your brow in confusion
(y/n): “ sorry, what did you mean by that?”
interviewer: “ I mean, playing against your girlfriend must be pretty hard, you must be heartbroken that she prevented you from scoring.”
you were now shuffling the weight between your legs, mad at this interviewer not even asking anything relevant
(y/n): “I would never think about my girlfriend like that at all actually. at the end of the day, we are competitors, yes we are together and I love her very much but we both take football very seriously. I would never want maya to alter her performance because we are romantically involved, no.”
maya had been looking all over for you, wanting to give you a big hug and a kiss and wanting to congratulate you on your amazing performance. she finally spotted you, looking uneasy while this man was interviewing you. and so, your defender came to defend you once more.
interviewer: “you must feel pretty insecure in your relationship. especially with maya being so far from you. do you ever worry about her cheating?”
at this point, maya had come over and placed a hand on your waist, pulling you further from the interviewer.
maya: “excuse me but who are you to question the strength of our relationship? may I remind you that we are footballers and both of us leave everything on the pitch, not that it’s any of your business anyway. it’s really disappointing that you’re standing here, not even talking about the game and focusing on us, maybe consider going into another field of work.”
she paused for a moment, the interviewer completely silent. she wrapped her arm around your shoulder now, “we’re done here.”
maya pulled you away from the interviewer and walked you towards the side of the pitch, kissing the top of your head and asking if you were okay. she was angry, jaw clenched at seeing you uncomfortable.
you pull her into a bone crushing hug, hiding your face in her neck. she wrapped her arms tighter around you, keeping you close.
“you’re so hot, I’ve had enough of you. thank you for that, baby. ”
she threw her head back laughing, grabbing your cheek to face her, smiling so brightly at you.
“you look really good right now, I’m loving the away kit ” she winks at you
“come on may, I want to shower”
“together?”
“don’t start you! wait till we get to your flat at least, jeez!”
when you got to maya’s flat, you kept your word and showed maya your appreciation.
“I should publicly shame someone again if this is my reward”
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mayaletissier: fraternising with the enemy - no regrets, I think she’s pretty cute @/yourname
yourname: you’re cute but you would be cuter if you let me score for once
↳ mayaletissier: you scored me 😉
↳ yourname: I mean, I guess 😞
↳ mayaletissier: I’ve never felt so loved ❤️
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