#anyway I don’t think there’s a right or wrong answer

[pazziescapism]

Break Our Ice - Chapter 2

pairing: paige x azzi

wc: 4.2k

tw: light sexual content, alcohol

au fic what??, figureskater!Azzi x icehockeyplayer!Paige

fake dating, just like playful banter teasing relationship to lovers, basically paige and azzi dancing around each other

a/n: okayy let go, we're back. firstly thank you for all the interest in this fic, i was afraid it'd be a little boring. i may not be able to update everyday but i promise to aim for at least a chapter a week. as always, let me know what u think and feel free to send me reactions. also, i wanna preface this and say i have never written anything remotely sexual for wlw so if its kinda choppy...hopefully that'll just improve with time which is why i kinda skimmed it over. anyway happy reading!!

“What the fuck” Paige says that following weekend, starting at Azzi’s belly piercing, as she climbs into her car. “You understand we’re going outside, right? Like where other people are?

Azzi looks down at her outfit, frowning slightly “Yes? What’s wrong?”

Paige doesn’t move, even though she had been the one texting Azzi to hurry up. Azzi looks down again, trying to see where the issue was. She’s wearing a dark grey skintight long sleeve that cuts right above her midriff paired with some grey sweatpants.

“I thought it was cute,” she says, “like casual and comfortable or something.”

Paige makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat, Azzi was right, it was – it was also a myriad of other things she could think of like hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous - and that was exactly the problem. “No, yea it is, I guess I’ve never seen you not in athleisure wear before.”

‘So, I don’t need to go back in and change?” Azzi asks.

Paige looks physically pained by the suggestion. “No, definitely not.”

“Okay, so can you tell me what we’re doing now?” Azzi asks, as Paige starts her car.

“Yeah,” Paige says. Her hand comes around the passenger seat as she looks behind her and reverses, her arm stretching behind Azzi. Whatever she says next flies right over Azzi’s head and is lost entirely as she watches the subtle flex of Paige’s biceps, pale skin bulging just slightly. Azzi’s mouth feels dry.

“-and it just feels like it’s not going well,” she hears Paige say once the arm is removed and she tunes back in sharply.

“What?”

Paige sends her a questioning look that Azzi’s gotten used to the last few days. “This whole thing- we just are really not good at it”

“Oh” Azzi says, and lets her head fall back against the seat. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Jayden, who’s stopped by twice over the last three days, is clearly suspecting Azzi of lying. The only thing keeping him from accusing Azzi outright is probably some sick twisted urge to catch her in the act, vindicating himself forever in the process. Azzi isn’t sure how many more questions she can nervously stammer out fake answers to until she ends up contradicting herself in a truly catastrophic way.

The situation was so terrible that Sarah had turned to Azzi before leaving the locker room yesterday and said, as casually as she were asking about the weather, “Are you and Paige pretending to date?”

Azzi had spluttered; the water she had been drinking threatening to drip down her chin “We- I can’t-”

Sarah had only looked at her, like Azzi was a partially strangled insect she held trapped in a jam jar. “You aren’t very good at it” she had added, killing any sort of response of Azzi’s denial.

“We’re practicing” Azzi had said in response even though her pride stung a little to be caught on by a seemingly new freshman.

“You both seem a little uncomfortable.”

Azzi hadn’t even known what to say to that and had eventually mustered up a defensive, “We’re still working on it”

“The pretend relationship” Sarah had said, as though confirming.

“Yes.”

“Ah well,” She had said, vague and incomprehensible as usual. “No one laps before learning to swim.”

The strange exchange had been weighing on Azzi’s mind for hours afterward.

The problem is that Paige is a really, truly, exceptionally bad liar. And Azzi, who is meant to cover for that, hasn’t been in a serious relationship since the age of fifteen. To her slight embarrassment, she’s forgotten what dating someone even looks like, much less how she should act in a relationship. Much less how to act when she’s pretending to be in a relationship to someone she’s actually incredibly attracted to. The whole thing is beginning to seem like self-inflicted torture, a slow bleeding-to-death kind of torture.

“it’s fine,” she says, like she’s said the last three days, “we’ll get it eventually.”

“I think I have a solution.” Paige says, making a right turn that would have sent Azzi careening through the side of the car, if not for her seatbelt. “Oops, sorry, anyway I think we just have to get to know each other better.”

“Know each other better” Azzi repeats dubiously.

“Yes, exactly” Paige says. She parks with a screeching of tires and turns to Azzi with the battle-ready focus of a military general. “I’m going to pick up a pizza. You go into that liquor store and get something for us to drink. We are gonna get drink and figure this out tonight.”

“Ah wait-” Azzi says, but Paige is already heading into the pizza place.

Azzi sighs and walks into the liquor store. Twenty minutes later she walks out to a baffled Paige that she needs to come inside with Azzi and vouch for her age so that the man behind the counter doesn’t confiscate her ID.

Then she patiently waits for Paige to stop laughing.

By the time they get the pizza and their drinks back to Paige’s apartment, its six in the evening and the sun has set.

“I’ve never seen your apartment before,” Azzi muses, standing at the entrance as Paige unlocks her door. “But your building is nicer than mine.”

The apartment is nicer than Azzi’s too. Bigger for starters, with huge windows in the seating and dining areas that make it seem more spacious than it is. The space is setup to entertain, enough chairs to seat any number or people, complete with matching soft plush cushions.

“It’s weird seeing you this quiet” Azzi says, watching Paige lock the door behind them. “Are you getting nervous or something?” Azzi giggles staring at the giant television hung on the living room wall.

Paige playfully shoves Azzi's back, pushing her forward. “Trust me, I’m not. I just haven’t had anyone here in a while...”

Paige brushes off Azzi’s questioning glance as she sets up the pizza and glasses, pouring their drinks and taking a seat on her expensive looking carpet, leaning against the couch as she eats.

Once they’re several drinks in, the empty pizza box lying between them, Paige gets up and comes back with a sheet of paper. Azzi can make out her handwriting going all the way down the page.

“Is that a list?” Azzi asks, taken aback. “Are those all questions? Did you write me a list?”

“We’ll start easy” Paige says, a little flushed.

“Hang on, this can’t be an interrogation” Azzi interjects as she plucks the piece of paper from Paige’s hand.

“Favourite colour?” Azzi asks.

“Purple.” Paige nods in response.

“Okay favourite animal?” Azzi follows up.

Paige winces “I don’t know?” 

“What do you mean you don’t know your own favourite animal?” Azzi asks, exasperated. “it’s just which one you like best, which one do you like best?”

“Can we do the next question or something”

“No,” Azzi says firmly. “What’s your favourite animal?”

“I don’t know!” Paige protests. “I never think about it. What’s yours?”

“Dogs” Azzi says immediately, and Paige nods.

“That’s a good one. Okay, that my favourite too.”

Azzi stares at her, and Paige stares back gleefully. That jawline is ever as sharp, and her blue eyes are looking directly into Azzi’s. Life is worth living after all.

“Fine,” Azzi snaps, petulant. “What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?”

Paige smiles innocuously. “I don’t know, what’s yours?”

Theres a moment of silence, Paige smiling, chin tilted down, looking up at Azzi innocently and Azzi’s squinting stare is fixed on her. Then Azzi pulls a cushion off her couch and throws it at her, and Paige bats it away breaking into laughter.

“Paige” Azzi complains, but she’s laughing too. “You can’t just steal all my favourites! Are you twelve?”

“Don’t ask me such stupid questions then!” Paige says, still laughing.

“You were the one who wrote these questions to begin with” Azzi says falling back into the couch as she buried her face in the cushions. 

Paige stands up to look down at Azzi still flopped into the couch her hair slightly messier than normal.

“What? Azzi says, adorably confused with her one incredibly adorable dimple peeking out.

“God” Paige says, mournfully. “You’re kind of a loser, huh?”

Azzi shoots up pulling Paige to fall on the couch with her, shoving a pillow over her face.

They abandon the questions after that and start a movie instead. Azzi complaining about Paige’s poor hospitality until Paige caves and pours them both new glasses. The movie starts to play, both of them siting appropriately on two separate couch cushions as some men in suits start fighting on the screen. Ten minutes through the movie, Paige’s glass is empty and she’s starting to migrate closer to Azzi. Squirming until Azzi is squished into the narrow spot between Paige and the arch of the couch, Azzi’s legs swinging over Paige’s lap, Paige’s arm coming up to encircle her.

This is Azzi’s favourite, she decides instantly, when Paige is all around her, and all Azzi can smell in any direction is her Valentino cologne, and they’re pressed up so close together that Azzi can feel her chest rise and fall with each breath. She’d forgotten, at some point, what it was like to be so close to another person, so that her space became their space, their breathing evening out into the same rhythm. 

“Paigey” she says, not looking up from where a man in a suit is now yelling something on the television. “I can’t lie, you’ve really broken through all the walls I know I normally have up, its honestly a little scary…so we’re friends now”

Azzi continues to keep her focus on the screen although whatever that’s playing is truly the last thing she’s thinking about right now as she can feel the heat of Paige’s stare on the side of her face. Azzi doesn’t look at her, so Paige resorts to having the hand on Azzi hip squeeze a little. Suddenly, Azzi is glad for the darkness, so that Paige can’t see how her face flushes at the fondness of her gesture. She leans her head on Paige’s shoulder. She thinks about kissing her. Azzi is once again suddenly very aware that she could be kissing her right now, could be pressing her tonged against that chiselled jaw and those pink lips, yet she isn’t.

She’s honestly still considering it when Paige kisses her.

It’s exactly the kind of kiss Azzi would have expected, except its better because its real, because its flesh and blood moving underneath her, warm hands holding her jaw gently in place.

“What” Azzi says, pulling away slightly, her breath coming heavier than it should be, “are we doing?”

Paige smiles at her, a little crooked, her face a little red. “I thought that part was clear, honestly.”

Azzi is fairly sure she should move away. Its only that she can’t really remember why in the moment.

Azzi is really terrible at denying herself she realises a little later.

“It’s fine” she says, panting slightly. “We are just two adults. Two adults pretending to date. If anything, it’s just convenient” 

“Right” Paige agrees, though she doesn’t seem to be paying much attention, her hands slipping down Azzi’s back to squeeze at her ass, fingers tightening in a grip that is almost bruising, making Azzi gasp. “Can I take your shirt off?”

Azzi shifts where she’s kneeling over Paige’s lap and leans back away from the hot mouth on her throat.

“You first” she says, pushing up ineffectually at the grey hoodie Paige’s wearing. She only succeeds in wrinkling it, until Paige makes an impatient noise and pulls it off herself, exposing a long stretch of lean but muscled skin. Azzi groans overwhelmed and thrilled all at once. Paige’s already got both hands up Azzi’s shirt tracing over her ribcage, the feeling making Azzi shudder.

The urgency doesn’t disappear, not when Azzi pushes away to breathe, not when Paige gasps a shaky exhalation into the curve of Azzi’s neck as she rolls their hips together. Not when she Paige lays Azzi down on the cough looking up at her through her thick eyelashes with her eyes dark, and hair messy, making Azzi whimper uselessly into her hand and Paige pushes a finger into her.

Afterwards, with sweat cooling, tacky on both their skins, Azzi reaches down off the couch and grabs the sheet of paper Paige had brought in, now lying discarded on the floor.

“Did you handwrite all of these” She asks, amazed, pushing Paige’s face away with a hand and she tries to take the paper back. “Stop that I’m reading this.”

The questions range from general- her favourite colour, music artists- to Azzi-centric; questions about the routines she likes to perform, how she met Caroline and Kaitlyn, where she practices when not on the rink. Azzi’s jaw goes progressively slacker as she looks through the list, floored by how much attention Paige has been paying to her, how much interest she’s taken in in her, somehow keeping her unaware of it.

“Careful, or I might start to think you like me after all, p” Azzi says lightly, hoping it distracts from the obvious affection she’s sure must be inscribed all over her face.

“You asked me for help” Paige says, apparently giving up on trying to grab the sheet back. “I wasn’t going to half-ass it.” Azzi shifts to look at her and nearly falls off the narrow couch space they’ve squeezed themselves into, far too small for two athletes. Paige’s arms come up fast, pulling her back up, shift so Azzi is halfway on top of her, their legs tangled together.

“Do you ever half-ass anything?” Azzi asks breathlessly.

“I’m a whole ass kinda person,” Paige tells her, and her hand strays lower from where its resting on Azzi’s back, as if to prove her point.

Azzi ignores this, as well as she can with the heat flooding her face. “Since you made the list, it’d be a shame to waste it,” she says, and passes Paige back the paper. “You can ask three, and then it’s my turn. Make them count.”

Paige doesn’t seem inclined to play along, lethargic from sex, her eyelids drooping over her eyes. “I though you said they were stupid questions” she says, “what happens if I don’t answer?”

“I’ll kill you” Azzi says, then amends. “For every three you answer, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Paige’s eyes snap back open. “Is that a reward or a punishment?” She grumbles, but she’s already holding the paper up, scanning the list for questions.

Two questions later, Paige has learned that Azzi’s favourite move to incorporate into her routines in a Bielmann spin – lifting one leg over her head- and that she has two younger brothers.

Paige clears her throat, not looking up from the list “Last one- why’s that Jayden guy so obsessed with you?”

Azzi furrows her brows. She didn’t remember seeing that one on the list. “Not sure,” she answers anyway. “Jayden used to live somewhere in Europe. I only met him about a year ago, when he came to help out with the business and rink.”

“Did you not get along?” Paige asks, Azzi shakes her head.

“Actually, I though he resented me at first, for taking so much of his dad’s attention because he’d never talk to me. He only got weird later.”

“So you didn’t date or anything?” it’s a casual question, thrown out as a follow-up but there’s something sharply honest in Paige’s voice that makes Azzi look up at her.

“That’s been two extra questions” she points out. “But no.”

Paige smiles, a little sheepish, and lets the paper drift off the couch and onto the floor, calloused hands cupping Azzi’s cheeks.

“Here,” she says, her hands moving to the side of Azzi’s face. “I’ll make it up to you”

Their first kiss (and a few following that) had been harsh, frantic. Teeth digging into lips, hard nails digging into flesh, desperate kisses followed by fumbling fingers.

This kiss is softer, sweeter. A hello, I’m home kiss and a goodbye, ill miss you kiss and a baby, you made it kiss. Azzi presses a little closer, small sounds leaving her lips, trapped between their mouths. Paige kisses her like she’s trying to memorize her, mapping out the spots that makes her melt, until half-formed whimpers are pushing their way out of Azzi’s mouth, tingling heat tracing its way up her spine.

Azzi pulls away with a wet sound that’s almost embarrassing. Paige’s lips are kiss-red, slick with spit and slightly swollen.

“If you keep doing that” Azzi says, her voice raw, “We’ll never get though that list.”

She must look similar because Paige’s eyes are heated as she scans Azzi’s face. “We’ll have time,” she murmurs, and pulls Azzi in again.

Azzi is in the midst of trying to get her key in the lock of her apartment, the only light to see by two small lamps on either side of the door. She keeps missing the lock, her hands a little shaky, scratching up the sides of the metal, creating loud noises every time she messes up.

“Well, well, well,” Caroline’s voice says from behind her, “look what we have here.”

“Don’t listen to her” Kaitlyn says when Azzi turns around. The two of them are standing in the doorway of Kaitlyn’s apartment, right across from Azzi’s, “Do your walk of shame with pride.”

“Caroline why couldn’t Kaitlyn live in your apartment complex.” Azzi says, more to the area at large than either of her friends. “Do I deserve this?”

“What has innocent Azzi been up to, coming back a little dishevelled?” Kaitlyn coos, ignoring her.

“It’s late you know” Caroline adds, faux disapproval lining her voice “you have practice tomorrow.

“Are you my parents?” Azzi asks snidely. “One of you come get my door open for me”

Kaitlyn steps forward and takes the key from her, unlocking the door, then entering Azzi’s apartment before she herself could even get in.

“Go on,” Kaitlyn says, taking a sea on her carpet, uninvited. Caroline sits next to her, both of them peering up at Azzi. She feels a bit like a kindergarten teacher. “Tell us about your date.”

Azzi makes indistinct grumbling noises and flops down beside them, cross-legged on the floor. Her socks are two different shades of black, she thinks, staring down at her feet.

“She’s stressed about her crush,” Kaitlyn whispers conspiratorially to Caroline.

“I don’t have a crush on her,” Azzi says, wincing. “That makes it sound so middle school.”

“Oh, sorry,” Caroline says, not sounding very sorry at all. “What would you call it? A lust-induced apoplexy?” 

Azzi stares very firmly at the carpet. Nice long wiry fibres in her carpet. “I don’t know. I think she’s hot, yeah. I like to make her a little angry but that’s just attraction (and maybe for attention), you know? I have eyes, so obviously I’m attracted to her.” 

Her voice trails off. Paige’s carpet was plush. You couldn’t see each individual rug fibre in it, like you could with Azzi’s. It probably cost a lot more.

“She’s a good listener too,” Azzi continues, “Better than you’d expect. I mean, you’d think she was a total musclehead, but she’s really smart. And she remembers things I say, like even small things. I like talking to her. I don’t know what you would call that.”

 She finally looks up from the floor, hoping to see some understanding, maybe some compassion in her friends’ eyes-

As Kaitlyn and Caroline struggle to contain their laughter, “You guys are the worst friends known to man” Azzi complains.

Caroline does not look particularly offended by this. “Sorry. We get caught up in the moment.”

Azzi stares. “‘The moment’ being the moment that my life choices start falling apart before my eyes?”

“Your life is always falling apart,” Kaitlyn says soothingly. “If I waited to have sex until you were free from crisis, I would still be a virgin.”

Azzi stares harder. Caroline pats her head, ruffling her hair. “There, there. Do you want a hug?”

“No,” Azzi says, pushing her hand off. 

“So, was the date good?” Caroline asks, raising her eyebrows. “Are the fake girlfriends now real girlfriends?”

“No!” Azzi says. “It was, you know, it was casual sex.”

Silence rings in Azzi’s living room.

“Uh-oh,” Kaitlyn says, muffled from behind Caroline’s hand. 

“You’re terrible at casual sex,” Caroline says, dropping her hand away. “Azzi, you are seriously bad at casual sex.”

“Azzi,” Kaitlyn says, horrifically sympathetic. “The two times you have tried to have casual sex have gone terribly. Please tell me you aren’t trying this again.”

“Tell a girl you want to die in her arms one time, and you get branded as bad at casual sex for life,” Azzi says. 

“It was two times,” Kaitlyn corrects, which is unhelpful. 

Azzi tips her neck backwards, stares at the patterns on her ugly ceiling. It had actually been three times, but she’s not going to volunteer that information. 

She had taken a cab home, alone, despite Paige’s slightly tipsy attempts to come with her. She had kissed her goodbye at the door, breathless and giggling, peppered small kisses across her face the way she had wanted to earlier, and then gotten in a cab and come home alone, pink with the rush of it.

“Third time’s the charm?” She tries instead. It doesn’t seem to be a comfort to anyone, much less herself. 

“It’s fine,” she says into the quiet. “Seriously. I’m not jumping into anything.”

Unbidden, an image of Paige’s face- smiling up at her, emotive and all, her hair splayed out against the carpet- flashes into her brain.

“You’re thinking something stupid,” Kaitlyn says, squinting at her. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“Don’t you have a house you need to go back to?” Azzi answers, tetchy.

Azzi’s sitting on a bench pulling her skates off of sore feet when Paige finally approaches her the next day, worn out after a long practice. Her fingers are trembling the lacing remaining stubbornly tight despite her efforts.

Its only when Paige steps in front of her and kneels to the ground taking Azzi’s ankle in one hand loosening the ties with the other that Azzi even notices her presence.

“How long have you been here?” she manages to ask her head feeling tight and too full, stuffed with cotton.

“A while” Paige says and adjusts her grip to pull the first skate off. “You’re really good.”

Azzi smiles, “I know.”

Paige finally looks up at her, blue eyes locking into her with a sort of amused irritation. “Of course you do.”

“Hey,” Azzi says, as Paige stands back up, passing her her skates. Paige looks down at her, and Azzi feels that awful shyness again, making her want to duck her head, hide behind her hair. She resolutely maintains eye contact. “About, I mean, you know. We can, um, keep it casual. The whole thing, I mean, we can just have it be, you know, part of the, um, situation.”

She’s babbling, unsure of what she’s saying or what she’s meaning to say, too afraid to break eye contact, as though Paige will disappear forever once she does. 

Paige smiles at her. “Do you want to add sex to your little rules list?”

“It’s not a rule,” Azzi says indignantly, the nervousness slipping easily away from her body. “It’s just, you know- if you want to.”

“Trust me,” Paige says, endearingly quickly. “I want to.” 

Azzi takes a second to process that, struck by the easy honesty, and then buries her head in her hands.

“Hey,” Paige says, nudging Azzi’s head with her hand. “You good?”

“You’re adorable,” Azzi says, lifting her face back up, slightly more heated than she would prefer. “I can’t stand you.”

She had meant to create some distance between the two of them today, a pre-emptive measure before the fluttering feeling in her chest became too big for Azzi to handle. Except, Azzi was beginning to realize that she missed Paige when she wasn’t around.

She had created a space for herself in Azzi’s life, so easily and quickly, filling an emptiness she hadn’t even realized was there. 

She’s still looking at Paige when a familiar figure brushes into her periphery. Jayden’s still got that terrible coat on, long and sweeping his ankles, heading towards Azzi like he’s got an agenda. One that involves asking Azzi multiple jagged little questions, that Azzi will inevitably have no answer for.

“Fuck,” Azzi murmurs, and grabs Paige’s elbow to yank her in front of her, a last-ditch attempt to hide herself. “Jayden’s here, pretend we’re, I don’t know-”

She cuts herself off when Paige sits down on the bench beside her, her back to the door, her face hovering next to Azzi’s, her hand covering the curve of Azzi’s jaw. 

The kiss is quick, a fleeting touch of lips that leaves Azzi wanting more, her eyelashes fluttering shut and then back open to where Paige is still so close to her. 

“Is he still watching?” Paige murmurs, lips against Azzi’s skin. An unpleasantness twists under Azzi’s skin, an unwelcome reminder that they’re only putting on a show.

Her eyes dart over Paige’s shoulder, to the entrance of the rink. It’s empty.

“Yes,” she lies, and pulls Paige’s face back towards her.

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

Can you One piece live action (your choice of characters) reacting to reader calling them by their full name instead of a nickname the reader usually calls them? If not that's ok! 🤗 Have a good day or night!

Oooo yes!

Roronoa Zoro

- when you first call his name he doesn’t register it.

- but the seconds time when you yelled his full name, his swore his heart stopped.

- he doesn’t understand what he did wrong, or that was until he saw you.

- you were stood holding your own sword a grin on your face, you wanted to spar.

- his heart stopped pounding and he turned to you full

- “You sure you can take me sweet cheeks?”

Nami:

- when you call her name she’s confused.

- it was usually the crew that called her Nami. You were different. You called her Goldie.

- She began panicking as she rushed out of her room.

- you were stood there clutching something in your hands. A brass tube. A…map.

- Nami is calmer now. You were just excited

- “is that another pretty treasure for me?”

Vinsmoke Sanji

- His heart fully stops for a second.

- nobody has called his full name out like that since his father

- he is in a blind panic hoping his father hasn’t found him

- when he sees you waving frantically at him he’s confused at first until he sees where you are.

- on the lower deck you had caught quite a few fish, some not even native to this part of the seas an unexplained phenomenon

- “Please don’t scare me like that again Mon cher”

Monkey D Luffy:

- confused at first, nobody ever calls his first name

- other than his gramps..

- but there was no way Garp was here right? The oceans were clear.

- when he hears it again he looks up to see you in the crows nest.

- your waving your hands for him to join you. When he finally does he sees what you were so excited for. An island.

- “Good spot Meu Tesouro”

Usopp:

- the dread this man feels

- did he forget to do something? Did he miss something important? Did he misplace one of his pellets?

- the short answer was no.

- the long answer was you’d been calling his nickname for an hour and he hadn’t heard you.

- so you resorted to using his name.

- please never do that to him again. Just throw something

- “You made me panic dear”

Shanks:

- oh boy

- he doesn’t panic but he does get pissed.

- he hates being called his name

- prefers your nickname so when you don’t use it he gets pouty.

- when he finds you, he finds out all you wanted to do was cuddle.

- apparently when you called his nickname you didn’t respond.

- he apologizes and lays down with you

- “My apologies love”

Dracule Mihawk:

- when I tell you this man freezes.

- your playing a dangerous game calling his name out like that.

- while he’ll never admit it, he prefers the nicknames to his actual name, from you anyway

- he just stares you down as you smile innocently at him

- finds out all you wanted is to sit and read with him

- “Next time think before speaking my full name darling”

Buggy The Clown

- It takes alot to get a rise outta buggy.

- one is calling out his name. His full name. Not his nickname

- that and bullying him about his nose

- he absolutely panics when he hears you of all people calling his full name.

- millions of questions run through his head.

- what did he do? Who did he kill that was so important? Were you pissed that he lost the map to the grand line?

- before he can thing of anymore questions you run over and hug him tightly laughing.

- you had managed to make a copy of the map.

- a copy of his map

- “well Poupée….you certainly deserve a reward”

[xo-myloves]

@nenynra -Duff being so lovey dovey with the reader, it sounds embarassing, but he does it 'cause reader was having a bad day:)

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢—𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔—𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝙽’ 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜’ 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

You weren’t having a bad day.

You were having a fucking awful day.

The kind of day where everything went wrong in ways you didn’t even think were possible. Spilled coffee, missed calls, that weird tension in your chest that wouldn’t go away no matter how many deep breaths you took. The kind of day where, by the time you made it home, you weren’t even sure if you were angry or just tired of being a person.

You were still sitting on the couch, curled up in your hoodie, staring at the wall when Duff walked in.

He took one look at you and sighed. “Shit, babe. That bad?”

You didn’t even answer—just let out a low, tired groan and let your head drop back against the cushions.

Duff smirked. “That bad, huh?”

You shot him a half-hearted glare. “Don’t mock me. I’ll cry.”

His smirk softened into something else. Something quieter. “Yeah?”

You nodded miserably. “Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything after that—just kicked off his boots and plopped down on the couch beside you. And, because Duff wasn’t the type to let you sit in your misery alone, he immediately stretched his arm over the back of the couch and tugged you into his side.

“C’mere.”

You let yourself fall against him, head resting on his shoulder, his warmth seeping into your skin. He smelled like leather and the faintest trace of cigarette smoke—comforting in a way you didn’t have words for.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t heavy, wasn’t awkward—it was just there, settling between you like an old song you both knew the words to.

After a while, Duff exhaled, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”

You shrugged against him. “Not really.”

“That bad?”

You nodded.

He was quiet for a second, then: “Wanna hear a story?”

You huffed out a small, tired laugh. “Is this gonna be some deep, profound Duff-ism?”

“Nah,” he murmured, grinning. “Just a stupid story.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Go for it.”

Duff adjusted slightly, getting comfortable, his fingers still tracing absentminded patterns against your arm. “Alright. So, 1987. We’re on tour, right? And everything’s fucking chaos. Like, pure shitshow levels of chaos. Izzy’s missing, Slash is already drunk, Axl’s threatening to kill someone—I don’t even remember who, just someone.”

You snorted. “So, a normal day?”

“Basically.” Duff chuckled, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’m having the worst fucking day. Just—hungover, exhausted, done with everyone’s bullshit. And then, right before we go on stage, I trip over my own fucking bass cable and wipe out in front of like, ten people.”

“Oh my God.”

“No, wait, it gets worse,” he groaned, clearly enjoying your reaction. “So, I hit the ground hard. Like, fully ate shit. And I swear to God, right as I’m lying there, questioning all my life choices, fucking Axl leans over me and goes, ‘Wow. That’s embarrassing.’”

You were full-on laughing now, covering your face with your hands. “No way.”

“I wish I was making that up.” Duff grinned, pulling your hands away so he could see your face. “Anyway, my point is—some days just fucking suck. And sometimes, all you can do is eat shit and get back up.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were still smiling. “So, the lesson here is…?”

“The lesson,” Duff murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed your forehead, “is that even on the worst days, you’re still my girl. And that means I’m not going anywhere.”

Your chest tightened. Not in the heavy, miserable way it had all day—but in the warm, stupid, I love this man so much it’s annoying kind of way.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

Duff grinned. “I know.”

And for the first time all day, you felt okay.

[anemhoez]

Starry Eyed…

Xavier/AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: language, light choking (no crazy warnings for this one i THINK?!)

A/N: I’ve been in the fandom for like?? two weeks?!?! 😭 i originally started a sylus fic (my main 🤭) and deviated to xavier (also my main 😳) and i like the idea of a devious and jealous xavier so hopefully y’all enjoy this 🙂‍↕️ the first of many LaDS fics 😀

(takes place during their time at the hunter academy, all characters are 21+)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

“Hey, you’re xavier right?” you asked trying your best to sound as naive as possible, even though you were well aware of who the cute blonde was.

Everyone at the hunter academy knew who he was, he was one of the most powerful hunters in training after all. He was an expert with his Evol and his swordsmanship skills, honed since a very young age, were all anyone ever talked about. He was primed to be the top of his class and receive many awards once graduation rolled around.

He slowly looked up at you from the book he held in his hands, Alien 1979. “Thats quite an ancient tome you’ve got there.” You said in jest, finding his choice in reading material intriguing. He sighed deeply, “I’ve read so many stories of humans banding together to defeat a common enemy, yet it never translates into real world scenarios. So much for art imitating reality” he spoke as if he’s had personal experience, like an old man who looked down on the youth of today.

You pondered his words only for a bit before you cleared your throat, “Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me with something, if you’re not busy of course.”

He looked up at you, looking as if he was expecting you to have the answer to whatever quandary had been on his mind for the past few centuries. “Since you’re like, one of the best hunters in your class, could you perhaps, show me some moves?”

Little did he know the kinds of moves you really wanted him to show you. He sighed and looked away from you, seemingly let down by your words. “Is the training simulator not tough enough for you?”

“Yes actually, I’m already at the top of the course for my class.” You rubbed the back of your head, “The instructor says I should probably find someone at an equal level with me to train outside of school.”

“Wait are you, Y/n?” he asked and closed the book. He looked at you with wide eyes, then suddenly reeled back his emotions and looked away. You thought he was adorable in that moment as he bit his lip, the excitement in him from finding out who else was the one at the top of the training simulation course almost too much to bear. But he kept his usual cool.

“Yeah that’s me.” You watched as he put his things away after the bell tolled. “And you’re the Xavier who’s number one for your class’s course right?” He nodded, giving you the answer you already knew and looked as if he was holding back a smile. “Perhaps we could, learn from one another?” he suggested and your eyes lit up. You agreed on a time to meet up and watched as he exited the room, your eyes locking with your friends as you walked back to them flipping your hair.

It’s not that you weren’t already curious about him. And getting to learn from someone with his skills would be a step in the right direction for you. But the real reason you want over to finally talk to him was because of a bet between you and your friend Simone. You replayed the events in your head as the three of you headed out of the class.

“So you don’t think that Andrew is good in bed, but Xavier is? He doesn’t even look like he can keep his eyes open during it, he’s always asleep!” Simone shrugged, “I’m just telling you that in my experience, it’s always the quiet ones! Besides, Andrew’s always bragging about his conquests! But whether it’s true or not I’ll never know, he gives me the creeps.”

So the two of you came up with a plan. You’d put your body on the line and find out just what Xavier knew. Your disbelief would be proven wrong one day, very soon.

You and Xavier would meet regularly when you’d have the time, a couple of weeks going by before one night you finally invited him over. You also found out the two of you lived in the same building. “No way you’ve been here this whole time and we never ran into each other!” You said with a giggle as you entered your apartment.

The two of you clinked your wine glasses against one another, raising a glass in celebration of your upcoming graduation and the end of your off-campus training. The chance to work with Captain Jenna for your final internship course coming up next week.

“Any idea where you want to get placed?” you asked as you led him over to the couch. He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get paid well.” His response made you gasp, “Xavier!” you teased and you put your glass down on the coffee table in front of you after taking a long swig. “That’s admirable though, you know exactly what you want.”

“What about you?” He asked quietly, swirling the red liquid in his glass. You didn’t know if you should really get into the details. The reason you really wanted to be a hunter was to find answers about what happened to your family. You shook the thoughts from your head and laughed awkwardly.

“I’m not entirely too sure but, I know I wouldn’t mind being out in the field. There’s no point in being stuck behind a desk considering my skills in battle.” You answered and he raised an eyebrow at you playfully, “Oh? What happened to that humble person I met a month ago?”

“Maybe going head to head with the best made me realize my worth.” You tilted your head and couldn’t help but meet his eyes. They captivated you with a ferocity that you were certain you’d never get tired of. The sparkly blue pools that looked like a crisp starry night began narrowing as he moved closer. He moved some of your hair out of your face, “We both know you’re leagues better than me.” His fingers trailed down your cheek and neck, stopping at the middle of your chest, “Because of what’s in here.”

You went cold, was he referring to your aether core? How would he even know considering you made sure your medical records were sealed to everyone but your doctor? “You’ve got a pure heart. You’re determined and tenacious. That’s what’s truly admirable.”

You suddenly went from feeling worried to horrible, remembering the bet you had with Simone. “Xavier, there’s something I have to tell you.” You looked away from him but he put his glass down next to yours on the coffee table. “It’s ok, I already know.”

You sat back, your body still as he leaned in for a kiss. He lips were centimeters from yours, “I want this too, you don’t have to be nervous.” His hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m not nervous!” you said instead of admitting the truth to him about the bet, taking in his words as some kind challenge

You pushed him back against the couch, moving to straddle him before crashing your lips onto his. His strong hands rested on your thighs, his lips and tongue working against yours feverishly.

You pulled away after a few minutes and took off your top, about to take off your bra next when he stopped you. “Wait.” he said, his eyes looking down your body slowly, taking in all of your gorgeous form. “You’re very pretty.” he said as he rested his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. His other hand rested on your thigh and squeezed. You felt a heat wash over you, suddenly more nervous than you thought before with his intense gaze now on you like this..

“Uhm, thank you.” you said and shifted on top of him, watching his pretty blue eyes scan you. “Do you want to stop?” you asked and your arms came to cover your chest involuntarily, sone kind of subconscious defense mechanism upon suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.

He shook his head and brought your arms down gently. “No, I just want to look at you, is that okay?” His fingers laced with yours and you nodded, “Sure, but can I look at you too?”

He smiled and started to unbutton his shirt, your hands immediately splaying over his chest and abs once they were exposed to you. His toned body you were so curious about finally able to be touched. You sighed out in appreciation.

“You’re gorgeous Xavier,” you bent down and started placing soft kisses on his exposed skin. He shifted under you, “Thanks.” he huffed out, the feeling of you peppering his skin with soft kisses while your hands roamed down his body caused his gut to stir in excitement.

You tongue darted out of your mouth against one of his nipples, the sensation causing him to moan and buck up against you. “And what if i did that to you?” he asked hotly and you leaned back up, about to reply with your own sass. But you could only yelp when your bra suddenly snapped open in the back, the garment falling loosely down your arms.

You noticed his hands were nowhere near the clasp. Did he use his Evol just now? His hands moved up your front and squeezed your breasts. “Did you just-?” his lips curved upwards into a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He pulled off your bra and quickly pulled you closer, his mouth immediately latching onto the closest nipple to him. Every move he made lit a fire within you. The blonde breathed deeply through his nose, his tongue swirling as his saliva left a mess in its wake.

He pulled away with a loud sucking sound and looked up at you, his eyes pleading. “What do you want me to do to you?” he asked and tugged at your wet nipples. He spoke as if he had forgotten to get permission first, his eyes looking like he needed an answer from you immediately or he’d burst.

You turned his face to yours, your lips aching for another kiss. “Should I tell you or just show you?” your voice was a low whisper as you spoke against his lips. ”Show me, please.” He practically whimpered and you kissed him hard before standing up.

You pulled down your pants, your underwear following as Xavier’s eyes burned this moment into his memory. You brought your hands down your front and parted your already slicked folds, “Come here.” You commanded and he moved closer to you. Without having to be told, he immediately brought his mouth to your cunt, lifting your leg over his shoulder to get better access to you.

He licked up your folds, moaning as you tugged on his hair. You looked down at him, his eyes fixed on you. He quickly brought your other leg over his shoulder and used his strength to place you down onto the couch, your back now comfortably on the plush cushion as he worked between your legs.

You were taken aback by his eagerness to eat you out, but downright stunned by how he just flipped you onto your back. Your head went fuzzy as he began inserting his fingers into you, his skillful tongue working on teasing your clit roughly. “Xav-ier.” You huffed out his name, tugging on his platinum locks, making him look up at you and pull away.

He came up to you, kissing you softly while his fingers were still deep inside of you, curving and exploring you thoroughly. “Can we, uhm-?”

“Sixty-nine?” he said in his plain tone, your pussy squelching loudly as his fingers picked up their pace. “Did you read my mind?” you said with a giggle but then suddenly thought about it for a second, narrowing your eyes at him. “You don’t actually think I can read minds do you?”

You didn’t answer, his fingers stopping and pulling out of you. It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up. “If you’re trying to send me some kind of telepathic message, It’s not working. Please don’t hurt yourself.”

You moved closer to him, kissing him briefly before pulling away, “Probably for the best anyway, I like it when you surprise me.” Your hands moved to unzip his pants, pulling his dick from his boxers and being pleased with what you saw. His size made you salivate, “Full of surprises.” You said and took him into your mouth, the skilled swordsman only slapping your ass in response.

He quickly laid down on his back, letting you climb over him, your mouth taking him in completely as his own tongue licked up between you. The two of you were a mess of moans and slurping sounds as you pleased one another, Xavier still impossibly hard in your mouth and hands. You looked back at him, his large hands tight on your rear, his tongue beginning to rim your asshole, making you bounce on him eagerly.

He growled and pulled you closer, causing you to sit up on his face, the grinding of your hips not stopping as he held you in place. You were so close to your peak, you wanted to keep working him with your mouth to at least try to bring him to come along with you, but Xaviers strength proved to be too much. You could only lazily pump his dick as you rode his face, his tongue flat against your clit and fingers digging into the plush of your ass.

You breathed heavily, cumming hard on his face, trying to scramble away from him and the overstimulation but his tongue continued, his own hands beginning to move and rock you on top of his face roughly. “Fuck, Xavier!” you yelped out and came once again.

He finally released you, your body moving to sit on top of his dick. You were so out of it that he had to stop you. “Do you have a condom?” His voice sounded fuzzy in your ears, you tried to replay what he just said in your mind but your pussy still tingled and weeped from what his tongue did to you. “Room.” Was all you said and he couldn’t hold back a laugh. He lifted you up and walked you over to where you guided him with your sweet and tiny babbles.

Everything happened so fast once the condom was on, you soon found yourself bouncing on top of him wildly. Your hands were on his abs as you rode him, his hands tight on your ass as he met your movements in tandem with his own thrusts. “I-I’m-!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you rode out your intense orgasm. He sat up and brought your limp body into an embrace, huffing into your ear as he pumped into your wet, gushy walls.

As he sought his own release, you were soon overstimulated, biting down onto his shoulder as he stuttered against you. You came again, releasing harshly and squirting on him.

You came to your senses afterwards, almost as if someone had dumped freezing cold water onto you “There’s no way I just-!” Your hands went to cover your face as you breathed out, your core still throbbing in ecstasy.

Xavier pulled away from your neck where he had stifled his moans as he came, his lips wet snd swollen from how hard he was sucking on the hot skin. He breathed deeply, running his fingers through his hair, “No way you just what? Squirted all over me?” he said breathlessly, looking down at the mess you made on him. You slapped his arm playfully, “Shhhh!” you put a finger to your lips, loving his fucked out look as he stayed quiet under you, only a sly smirk spreading.

You ripped yourself away from him, hurrying to your bathroom where you rushed to relieve yourself. You heard his footsteps and he peaked his head over the threshold. “Doesn’t that just mean I made you feel really good? Why are you-?”

“Xavier!! Let me piss in peace!” you yelled and shut the door, hearing him laugh and shuffle off. You sat under the bright overhead light, saying a silent prayer to whatever being in the cosmos created him, already dick drunk from just this one time.

After cleaning yourself up, and removing your makeup that had smudged because him, you put on your robe and made your way back to your bedroom.

He was already half dressed when you walked in, “You okay?” he asked with a serious tone, his eyes looking sincere as he walked up to you. “I’m fine, are you leaving?” He smiled at you, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “ Were you expecting me to stay?”

His words made you recoil, gaining your bearings back and not letting a simple squirt-a-thon change the course of your entire life. “Of course not, go on.”

You tilted your nose up in a playful way, his lips coming to give you a kiss regardless of your indifference. “My beds calling to me, apologies.” His gentle hands moved to take you by the waist, “See you tomorrow?” he asked and kissed your forehead this time.

You just nodded, watching him walk off, leaving you fucked out and craving more. You sighed and finally texted Simone.

Guess I owe you fifty bucks…

The next day, you entered the lecture hall for class, practically sprinting in and heading to where Tara and Simone saved you a seat. You rolled your eyes, seeing Simone fixing her mouth to brag.

“Well if it isn’t-!“ You quickly covered her mouth with one hand as you held up your phone with the other, “Shut the fuck up.” Your voice was so serious but she still laughed hard as she saw that you had already sent $50 to her account, the transaction receipt bright on your phone screen.

You sighed as you took your seat next to them, “I can’t believe I went through with that.” You feigned annoyance, already deciding you were definitely going to do it again during your shower that morning. “Well? You gonna give us details or what?” Tara asked as she eagerly moved closer.

You looked around, surprised to see that Xavier hadn’t arrived yet. ”Your man’s late! What exactly did you do to him?” Simone elbowed you playfully. “He’s not my man.” You said with a scoff as your pussy throbbed with a dull ache, letting you know he was in fact, your man.

Just then, a very sleepy looking Xavier walked in, a yawn gracing his features as he walked by the three of you. Simone laughed, “Well, well, well! He almost didn’t make it in today, huh? Yet you’re as fresh as a daisy!”

You covered her mouth with both hands this time, “Tara, I’m gonna strangle your girlfriend.” You teased and Simone moved her hands to tickle your sides. Tara’s eyes followed Xavier however, watching as he stretched his arms before laying his head down on them, seemingly failing asleep immediately.

“You’ve got to tell us now, he can barely stay awake!” she joined Simone in teasing you and you just moved your seat away from them. “Sorry guess you had to be there!” You looked back at Xavier, making sure his eyes were closed before turning back to them. “He ate my ass.” You said in a whisper and Simone simply nodded. “I knew it, a deviant after my own heart.”

Class continued and you’d occasionally steal glances over at Xavier, seeing him sleeping peacefully. You looked at your phone, contemplating sending him a text and inviting him to lunch.

But you stopped yourself, sighing deeply and deciding not to continue on with him. Graduation was coming up and you’d need to stay focused on school and not Xaviers deviously dangerous dick.

All of that decision making went to shit however. Because the second he walked up to you, his soft voice asking you if wanted to have lunch with him, you immediately said yes.

“Oh, my friends might want to come with us.” You said but when the both of you looked to where Tara and Simone were sitting, they were nowhere to be seen. You narrowed your eyes at the empty seats and knew they were probably cackling all the way to the cafeteria.

You and Xavier soon sat in the cafeteria, quietly eating your food. It was eerily silent though, simple pleasantries exchanged and no real deep conversational topics to be had.

That was until you took a sip of your drink. “Did you fuck me to win a bet?” Xavier’s voice cut through your thoughts with the same ferocity as his swordsmanship. You choked on your juice, your coughing causing him to stand up and hurriedly help you clean up the mess with some napkins.

You watched him as he helped you but failed to hold back a smile. “Guess I deserved that.” You said and he shook his head, “I didn’t think you’d react like that, sorry.”

He handed you a clean napkin and you wiped your face, “To be fair, I practically gave Simone that $50 as a gift.” He sighed as he took his seat, “$50? That’s so cheap.” you laughed, and rested your head on your hand, “You’re right, I should have thrown in a free meal too.” you said and he shook his head.

“Sorry Xavier. That was a pretty shitty thing to do.” You said sincerely, wishing you had just reached out to him like you had previously wanted to. He shrugged, “I appreciate your apology. And if its any consolation, I already knew you didn’t have a gag reflex, so i’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already interested.”

He sipped on his latte gracefully, not missing a best while your jaw went slack. His words replayed in your head as he smirked. “The way I’ve seen you shovel food into your mouth when you’re rushing to your next class. You barely chew and-“

You kicked him gently under the table and he smiled wide, his perfect teeth flashing. “You’re so much more dangerous than you look, I like it.” You said and he cleared his throat. “Well I’ve been around the block a few times, believe it or not.”

It wasn’t fair how pretty and intriguing he was. You wanted to get to know him more, his smile so goddamn inviting. You were about to ask him to spend the night with you again when both your watches went off. Captain Jenna sent an urgent message that required the two best hunters on the roster. The two of you quickly cleaned up and hurried over to the hunter HQ.

Captain Jenna informed the two of you that you’d need to check out and area where wanderers were spawning at an exponential rate. She brought you over to the communications room where Andrew eagerly fitted the two of you with communicators for the mission.

Xavier observed the way Andrew explained the tech to you, a little too close and enthusiastic for his liking. He waited with his arms crossed over his chest, watching as Andrew walked over to unceremoniously hand him his communicator.

His eyes softened once you met back up with him, “Ready to head out?”

The two of you made it to the clearing in the forest where the last location of the wanderers were reported. You scanned different pieces of evidence with your watch, communicating back with Andrew who let you know more details about the case.

“Hey, can I ask you something ?” Xaviers voice overlapped Andrew’s as he spoke and you turned to look at him.

“Whats up?” You moved closer to where he stood, lazily using the tip of his sword to move some loose rocks around.

“What were you trying to prove? With that bet?” He brought his gaze to yours and your heart sank at the look in his eyes. “It’s silly, looking back at it now.” He just kept his gaze on you, waiting.

You sighed, “Simone started this whole thing saying that you were some kind of, undercover heathen and I insisted you didn’t know your way around a person’s body, which now that I’m saying it out loud is SO superficial.”

You covered your face and wanted to implode from the embarrassment, feeling a little bit relieved when he chuckled. “Are you saying I should have fucked Simone instead?” He slowly moved closer to you as a smile spread on your face.

“Well, you’re not her type so, it had to be me.” He nodded, getting the hint immediately and reaching out to hold your cheek. “I see. So, did you enjoy yourself then? Considering you lost.” His voice was more condescending than anything, his body almost flush against yours.

You wanted to slap the smirk off of his face, his smugness warranted for how you deceived him. “You were there too weren’t you? What do you think?” you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, trying to dish out the same level if sass he did.

“Was that your first tine squirting?” he asked plainly, observing your reaction as his hands rested on the pommel of his blade. You shook your head, “Do NOT say squirting, please.” you teased and covered his mouth with your hand. You felt his tongue dart out and lick your hand, causing you to pull back.

“Squirting.” he said again in his plain and nonchalant tone and you were about to take his lips in a kiss right then and there but a roar in the distance stopped you in your tracks

You hurried to the sound and a small group of wanderers appeared. As expected, they were no real match for the two of you, whatever gathering that was happening here easily thwarted.

You stood back after defeating the wanderer in front of you, observing the way Xavier used his Evol to disintegrate the wanderer he just impaled with his sword. Th blue specks of the wanderer’s remains drifted through the wind as he turned back to you, an almost cinematic scene.

“You look so sexy right now.” You said after gulping loudly, a sudden thirst for him erupting through your body. “Do you normally get turned on while fighting wanderers?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, half teasing, half inquisitive. You ignored him and leaned in for a kiss, one that he gladly reciprocated. His hands went straight to your rear and you felt him trail kisses down your neck. “Hey are you there?” Andrew’a voice asked in a panic, “Your heart rate’s going wild, did you encounter an enemy?”

Xavier pulled away with a sigh, as you laughed. “We’re fine Andrew, it was dealt with swiftly thanks to Xavier.” You took him by the hand, pulling him closer. You gave him a mischievous look, guiding him over to a nearby tree.

“Here?” he huffed against your lips as you palmed him through his pants, all the while kissing him gently. “What? Worried someone will catch us?” He shook his head as you undid his belt, “I’m worried your screams will attract more wanderers.” His voice was low as you got onto your knees.

Once you freed him, you took his thick cock into your mouth, one of his hands coming to rub your head while the other went to cup your jaw.

“Wider.” He suggested with a soft voice, your mouth opening wider to accommodate him fully. He threw his head back, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed back a moan at the almost impossible warmth of your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks around him briefly, sucking hard before taking his shaft in your hands when you pulled away. You pumped him and began sucking on his sack, earning a loud moan from him. “Careful, you’ll attract wanderers.” You said teasing him and his hands moved to hold your head. “No, just Andrew.” He said and you only had a second to think before he swiftly activated the communicator in you ear, and then pushed himself into your mouth, causing you to gag loudly.

“Yes?” you could hear Andrew’s voice, Xavier smiling down at you as he pulled his dick out of your mouth before thrusting back in harshly. Your mouth strained as your throat was full of him, a loud lewd sound escaping from you as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

“Hello? Y/n are you there?” The smile on his cute face growing as you looked up at him with teary eyes. Andrew’s voice cut off as Xavier finally let go of the receiver, pulling his slicked dick out of your mouth.

“Tell him.” he instructed and you swallowed hard, pumping him while looking up into his starry blue eyes. You started the transmission with a press of your finger, “I’m fine Andrew, we’ll head back shortly.” Your voice cracked towards the end as you tossed the receiver to the ground, not even waiting for his response.

“Asshole.” you said as you stood up, kissing him hard with your messy mouth. “He likes you.” he said matter of factly as you started to pull your pants down. “And? Just what do you want me to do about it?” He didn’t have a response, he could only watch as you perked your ass towards him. “You’re about to fuck me against a tree, I think Andrew should be the last thing on your mind.”

He moved in close, entering your sopping pussy from behind roughly, “Good point.” His mouth came forward to your ear as he bottomed out. He sighed, giving you soft kisses on your neck and nipping at your earlobe. Your walls welcomed him and you moaned, “Xavier, mmh so good.” You were lost in the way he stretched you out, the way his hands pulled you further onto him with a force.

“Andrew, what’s our heart rate look like now?” you turned around and scowled at him, your hands gripping on the tree bark. “Stop it!” you whisper yelled and he took the communicator from his ear and tossed it aside. He leaned down and kissed your waiting mouth sloppily, “You don’t have anything to prove.” You said as he continued to pump into you, his hands roaming up to grip your breasts through your clothes as his mouth nipped and sucked at your soft skin.

“I’m not so sure,” he huffed as one of his hands rested on your throat, his raw dick so deliciously stuffed into you. He squeezed your throat gently, long gloved fingers of his other hand slipping between your legs to play with your bundle of nerves. You arched you back against him, “Please!“ you begged and he finally started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

Your hands scratched at the tree bark, Xavier behind you pounding in so deeply the smacks echoed through the dense forest. You turned your head to look back at him, his bangs sticking to his forehead, the glow from the bioluminescent flora around you shining on his soft features. “Harder.”

Your soft plea egged him on further, his hand coming to pull one of yours off the tree and flat on your back, his other hand keeping your panties pushed to the side as he plunged as deeply as he could. “So fucking tight, mmh.” He praised you with that sweet tone of his that you loved so much. “S-so close, make me come please.”

His pace quickened, your breaths so loud now it was the only thing the two of you could hear. Your legs shook, knees weak as you came, clenching around him bringing him right there along with you. Your lips met as he released your arm, allowing you to reach up and pull his face closer to yours. The two of you kissed like this for a bit, his release threatening to spill out of you while he lazily pushed it back in with his softening cock.

Once the two of you made it back to HQ, after a few minutes to get yourselves together first, you provided a summary of the wanderer cleanup to Captain Jenna. After she thanked the two of you and headed off, Andrew asked if the two of you could talk for a minute and Xavier went off to the side.

He contemplated whether or not he should even be standing there waiting for you. He wasn’t your boyfriend as far as he knew so why did he feel so attached already? He suddenly started to feel sleepy, his brain working overtime and hurried to sit down on a nearby chair.

“I asked if you wanted to have dinner sometime?” Andrew repeated as you stood in font of him. Xavier’s cum was still hot inside of you as you contemplated exactly what was going on. “Dinner?” you asked and your hands went out in front of you, not sure what to do with them as you wished you were anywhere else but here “Yes dinner, are you free next Saturday?”

You walked off after giving Andrew an answer, hurrying to see if Xavier was still around. You found him sleeping in one of the chairs in the lobby, smiling when you got closer to him and hearing his gentle snoring. You watched as he breathed in and out and the way his eyes moved behind his eyelids, deep in sleep. You stood up and patted his head, sending him a text as you walked away leaving him sleeping peacefully.

He’d call you alot after that day, looking for an opportunity to meet up, hoping there’d be more chances to get to know your heart and not just your body. He knew he liked you, ever since he found out you were at the top of the leaderboard for the training courses. Anyone that could go toe-to-toe with him had to have been special, and he was just so damn pleased when he found out you had all the qualities he’d been yearning for after all these years.

He headed out and hoped he’d run into you around this time when he knew you’d be arriving back home. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, his heart sank when he saw you. Your hand in Andrew’s as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

You felt so embarrassed finally seeing Xavier after all this time in this way, hoping he had already headed out to pick up his dinner like he usually did at this time. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, your words caught in your throat as Andrew took his spot next to you. You stood between the two men awkwardly, seeing yourself in real time through the reflection of the shiny metal walls of the elevator.

“You look incredible.” Xavier said, cutting the silence and making you turn to him. “Xavier I didn’t know you lived here too!” Andrew said enthusiastically trying to make small talk. Zavier ignored him, his eyes on you in the reflection, admiring the way your dress fit you beautifully. “I’m excited to try that place you recommend.” Andrew continued, not getting the hint as you and Xavier acted as if you were in your own world. Xavier cleared his throat, the lights of the elevator flashing suddenly, “I only recommended it because it’s Y/n’s favorite place.”

The power in the elevator went out, right before you made it to the lobby. Andrew quickly pressed the buttons on the panel, silently asking himself what was going on. You knew it was Xavier’s doing though, his Evol must have been heavily heightened by his emotions. You moved closer to him, taking his hand in yours.

You felt his breath on your face as he turned, the lights flickering back on, his blue eyes that always entranced you staring right back into yours. The elevator finally moved as the two of you quietly parted from one another, “That was weird?” Andrew said as he smoothed his jacket with an awkward laugh.

The bell dinged and he escorted you out, Xavier following but heading in a different direction . His blonde head disappeared as he turned onto another street, your eyes never leaving him until he was out of sight.

The date with Andrew was nothing to boast about. By the time the entrees arrived at the table, he had already talked your ear off about his entire life. You texted Xavier under the table, letting him know how this even happened.

I felt bad for him and wanted to get him off my back, are you mad?

You watched the dots dance as he typed his response.

Very.

Was all he said in response to you and your mouth went into a thin line, not knowing how to respond back so you just put your phone down. You ate your dessert, finally getting to speak a little bit about yourself before heading out of the restaurant.

He walked you home, trying to take hold of your hand every once in a while but you just moved away from him, crossing your arms over your chest. As the two of you walked up to your building, you saw Xavier standing outside, looking like a father who was waiting for his child to get home from their first date.

You cleared your throat and avoided looking at him. “Thanks for tonight Andrew.” You said politely and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “No problem, I had fun! Did you want to do it again sometime?”

The streetlight above the two of you exploded, Xavier moving off against the wall and finally heading inside. Andrew brushed it off as faulty wiring but something inside you stirred. Did you like seeing Xavier get jealous? “I’ll see you around, Andrew.” you said and headed inside, leaving the man without an answer as he walked off.

Xavier stood by the elevator, his eyes closed and head slumped down. ”Tired?” You asked him, his head lifting up and eyes slowly opening “Of Andrew? Yeah.” The two of you entered the elevator, his body moving behind you, “I got so mad I fell asleep, that’s never happened before.” His arms pulled you close, his nose nuzzling into your neck and inhaling. “You’re kinda adorable when you’re mad Xavier.”

“Adorable? Not scary?” his arms didn’t leave your body even when you exited the elevator to walk to your apartment. You did an awkward shuffle to your door, the man behind you afraid he’d lose you if he let go. “You’re only scary when you’re fighting wanderers.”

Your apartment welcomed you warmly, your hands immediately going to take off your jacket and various accessories. Xavier hummed as he walked over to the sofa, taking off his shoes and lying down with a sigh that let you know he was finally comfortable here.

The evil Andrew had been thwarted and he could relax in the bosom of his darling, but you’d have to stir him awake to help you out of your dress first. He pulled you down to lay with him, his hands pulling down the zipper as you kissed. You stood up, shimmying out of the tight fabric. He looked at you through his sleepy eyes, “I knew, the whole time.”

Your eyebrows knit together pensively. “knew what?” He stood up to face you, “About the the bet, I knew the day you approached me.” He started to disrobe, your eyes narrowing at him as he giggled. “How?” you asked, still believing he had the power to read minds. “Well, I’m not always asleep when my head is down, and you and your friends are very loud.”

“I think I hate you Xavier.” You pursed your lips, trying to pull away from him as he came in for a hug. “You don’t, babe.” He teased, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to take you to the bedroom.

Poor, sweet Andrew would never have you like this, and it made laying with you that much better. He’d never know how soft and supple your skin was. He’d never get to taste you, to know every part of your body by touch alone. He’d never hear you say his name in the heat of the moment, because you were all his. Only Xavier’s, from now until eternity.

A/N: collateral damage andrew, sorry to that man (not really) 🤭 i like to think xavier is an undercover freak, he may actually know TOO much, smh! (i love him and need him to teach me his alien ways of love) PROBE ME SPACE DADDY 🗣️

[quintessenceofdust88]

Wip Wednesday

I was tagged by my love @bidisasterevankinard and I'm technically working on a lot of stuff lol although this week I have not because I my actual work is super busy (which, rude, in my opinion). But anyway I did work a little on Little Blobs, so have some mpreg fluff:

“Well, let’s see if today your blobs wanna help us find out their gender” She says, and she sounds as excited as they feel. It makes Tommy feel good, knowing that this can be exciting even when you see it everyday. “Have you decided if you want to know?”

They exchange a look, just out of habit, because the decision has been made the night before, and then they nod at her. 

“We do”, Evan tells her. “To help us with the names if nothing else”

Dr. Yard smiles widely at them, and then positions the ultrasound wand over Evan’s bump, her eyes focused on the screen. Tommy feels as Evan squeezes his hands tighter, and Tommy himself is giddy with nerves of the best kind. He doesn’t have a preference, he just wants his babies to be healthy, and somehow that makes the moment even better. 

“So, may I ask what you were hoping for? Or no preferences?” Dr. Yard asks them cheekily, and Tommy can tell she already knows. 

“No preferences. I just want them to be healthy and happy.” He answers, and Evan gives a shrug. 

“For some reason, before I was pregnant, I always saw myself as a girl dad, but ever since I found out about them, I keep picturing myself being a boy dad, and I like that too. So I guess I don’t know, either way is good.”

“Well, you’re both a girl dad and a boy dad, Buck” The doctor tells him, and then turns the monitor so they can look at their babies. “You’re having one of each.”

Evan’s smile grows ridiculously large as he looks at him, and Tommy is sure he has the same expression in his own face. 

“Babe! One of each!” Evan exclaims, and his eyes are shiny with tears. 

Tommy presses a kiss to his forehead, and then leans against him, his eyes closed, a blissful feeling taking over his chest. Every time he thinks he couldn’t feel happier since Evan’s got pregnant, something new happens and proves him wrong. 

“One of each”, he marvels, pressing another kiss to his husband’s forehead, ridiculously grateful for him. “The best of both worlds, huh?”

“You got it. Take a look at them.”, Dr. Yard answers, and then she points at the screen. 

She was right at the start of the appointment; the blobs can no longer be accurately called that. Tommy looks at the screen, and he can clearly see two tiny babies in there. They scheduled one of those fancy 5d ones for a few weeks, and he already knows he’ll cry all the way through it. 

“Which one is which?” Evan asks eagerly.

“Okay, the one on the left is your boy, it looks like he’s sleeping”, she says, pointing to him on the screen. “And the one on the right is your girl”

Your boy and your girl. They’re feeling more real to Tommy with each passing week, and he can barely wait to have them in his arms. He and Evan stare at them in awe, completely silent for a few minutes, because this is it. It’s their family, their future, and it fills Tommy with inexplicable happiness. 

“Our babies, Tommy” Evan whispers, and Tommy can just nod, his eyes shining with unshed tears. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know” He whispers back, and they just look for a little longer, like they can’t get enough. 

Dr. Yard smiles at them, giving them a few more minutes of just looking at their babies. They are not moving around a lot (‘Of course they aren’t, they already had a party all night long’, Evan grumbles affectionately), and eventually, as much as they wish they could stay there looking at them all day, Evan has to clean up so they can finish up the appointment. 

“Man, I wish I knew who’s going to win Hen’s pool” Evan says as he puts on his T-shirt and his pink fuzzy cardigan that Tommy loves so much. 

“I think it’s Athena, she has a knack for stuff like this. Remember she was right about Kevin’s gender and his due date?” Tommy recalls, and Evan nods. 

Doctor Yard is smiling at the two of them, clearly amused by their conversation, and gestures for them to sit in front of her desk. 

“Ah, yes. Since we’re talking due date, we do need to have a discussion about your birth plan”, she says, and Tommy can see Evan tensing up.

Np tagging @laundryandtaxesworld @unhingedangstaddict @agentpeggycartering @dum-amo-vivo9 and whoever else would like to join! ♥

[seen-the-stars]

Very interested in 🌈 if you don’t mind.

i don't mind at all. If this feels a bit clunky, it's because i was avoiding using any pronouns for Buck, so i sort of just used the name a lot. hope you enjoy anyway!

you get: a cookie, and 327 words of

🌈 • nonbinary buck (glitter & crimson, pt. 2)

The thing is: Buck doesn't think Tommy is going to react badly.

Tommy has had his own journey of self-discovery and self-actualisation, and Buck thinks he'll probably understand. Even if he doesn't, he'll probably at least try to hear Buck out. 

And they do have to talk about it, either way. They'll have to discuss what it means for them, for their relationship. Tommy is gay, he likes men, and Buck… isn't. A man. Not a woman, either, but definitely not entirely a man. Maybe something in between. Buck hasn't gotten to a conclusive answer yet.

But: Just because Tommy probably won't react badly, doesn't mean Buck isn't scared of it. Coming out as bi was one thing (and even that was nerve-wracking enough), but this feels more… substantial, somehow. Like it goes way deeper than sexuality. The fundamentality of it all is terrifying.

And so Buck keeps putting it off. Keeps waiting for the perfect moment, when all the stars align and nothing could possibly be distracting or go wrong. When the mood is exactly right, and neither of them has had a bad day or anything to get to. 

The moment never comes.

Instead, what happens is this:

Tommy comes home earlier than expected one day.

He shoots Buck a text to say he's on his way, apparently having moved something in his plan around, and it sends Buck scrambling; up the stairs to change, then back down again to wipe all of the make-up off. Something inside Buck is protesting, but Buck isn't ready. Not yet. It's too soon. Buck needs to figure out all of the answers first.

When Tommy's car pulls up outside, Buck thinks everything looks inconspicuous enough. Sure, there's a sinking feeling in Buck's stomach and blood rushing much faster than necessary, but that can just be blamed on having a weird day, on having woken up feeling restless. 

Buck heaves in a deep breath and hopes for the best.

[pt. 1 on ao3]

[more nonbinary buck]

[make me write]

[outrunningthedark]

I agree with your point the other day and it got me thinking. In your response to someone you said Oliver doesn't stand up for his character and lets his character look like shit onscreen. (Paraphrasing). You compared it to Ryan, whose opinion was clearly solicited and heard, meaning he got to yell at Buck in 8x09 when he was frustrated. You said Oliver lacked a backbone and seemed happy to cash his check without worrying about how his character progressed (or rather doesn't). Again paraphrasing.

I thought, yup it seems that way. But it got me thinking. Surely Aisha and Kenny can't be super pleased with their screentime and storylines either? Kenny is so talented but barely gets his own stories anymore, he's kind of just quipping in the background. Aisha has the same story over and over. The 118 team doesn't interact like a fam anymore. I do wonder how the other cast approach Tim about their characters. Does Tim only take suggestions when he feels like it? Do the other cast feel any type of way about their characters and their character growth? (Hard to tell cuz we rarely get interviews with them). Does everyone bring their notes to set and only some are incorporated? Does Angela Bassett ever say "don't I have two on-screen children?" Lol

I don't know and I don't assume that you know either. Mostly rhetorical, but you always have good takes on everything so wondering your thoughts! Have a wonderful day Tina!

I love this question. I think you're right on the money re: why it feels like we don't hear about other cast members having discussions with Tim - the questions aren't being asked. We know about Ryan wanting Eddie to yell at Buck because Tim offered up that information while discussing that scene. Journalists aren't asking Kenny (or Tim) why Chim has been reduced to a supporting character in Maddie's story. And they definitely *weren't* digging for the dirt when Kenny was written out of the show during Jennifer's maternity leave. (Which, tbf, we can all understand, right? Push too hard and you might hurt your chances of getting access in the future.) Similarly, journalists aren't concerned with whether Aisha feels Hen's story lines are repetitive or if she's ever had to approach her boss(es) about a particular scene that she worries is sending the wrong message, such as Mara's trauma being compared to that of a dog. No questions means no need to provide answers; no need to rock the boat. But when you read things like Angela not wanting Bathena to get married in season two (and letting it go because Tim had more experience with being an EP and probably knew better), or Peter having to make sense of Bobby showing up at the 118 in the s7 finale and "going along with it"? Or even Jennifer (prior to season seven) saying that she often asks for Maddie to “get messed up again”? (43:00) It’s easy to see that even the big names in the cast have Thoughts on the way Tim handles things. (Which means Kenny and Aisha most certainly do, too.) What we don’t know is how often they voice those thoughts because 1) no one’s asking and 2) Tim might not take their opinions into consideration anyway.

[itspileofgoodthings]

my mom told me I needed to just rest in the fact that I am a good teacher and I don’t need to be constantly on the lookout for improvement at every single second. it really helped tbh.

[the-meme-monarch]

tips cowboy hat now i ain’t a religious man but i will say god done did me a kindness what with him making me love my art as i made it and the ability to make it so often and generally being pretty good at it what with my no formal training, but i suppose he did have to humble me when he made it a bitch for me to animate what again with my no formal training and he especially made it a bitch for me to animate walk cycles specifically. even that two frame shit for animatics

[gobbluthbutagirl]

crazy how if you google “how many job applications per week” (which you probably shouldn’t google anyway) you get one result saying doing 2-3 a day is good, one result saying doing 5-10 a day is good, and one result saying doing 11-20 a day is good. So basically, do whatever the hell you want forever

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

the fact that my favourite verb and my least favourite thing in the world share the same name… (flare)

[noosayog]

[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

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When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet. 

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?” 

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.” 

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest. 

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you. 

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?” 

You gape. “What?” 

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.” 

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?” 

The two of you freeze up. 

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you. 

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level. 

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route. 

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.” 

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place. 

“Was what Atsumu said true?” 

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-” 

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.” 

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.” 

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.” 

He eats up the next millimeter of space. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up. 

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.” 

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand. 

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours. 

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway. 

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

[princessbrunette]

hi princess! I was just thinking about shy!reader ending rafe nudes for the first time 🫣 can u pls write abt it

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he wasn’t expecting it. he thought he’d have to work harder for you to open up like that.

it was toppers turn to swing, the group of them playing golf at the country club. rafe scowls in the sun, staring across the hills in thought knowing his younger friend often took ages to line up and get a good swing in. just as he was wondering what you would be up to right about now, lifting his wrist to check the time — his phone dings with a text and he reaches into his pocket, eyes lighting up in intrigue upon seeing it was your name on the screen, with one attachment.

he clicks on the picture and freezes.

it’s a selfie, you sat infront of the mirror in your bedroom. however, you look askew — clearly hot and flustered with your dress disheveled, one sleeve hanging off your shoulder nearly exposing your tit and the hem pulled up around your waist. you’ve got no panties on, legs open with your knees pointing up and feet flat to the floor and in the image you’re spreading your sloppy, wet cunt with your fingers, a mess of your own arousal coating you. the image is paired with a simple caption — ‘please come to my house i miss u :(’

now you were shy, like — hardcore shy. shit, it took you a while to even let rafe touch on you and fuck you without getting overwhelmed and wanting to cry everytime he looked at you. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“holy shit. hooooly shit.” he drawls, beginning to pace a little, staring at the image and zooming in. topper gets distracted, turning his head.

“whats up?” he asks as rafe types a quick ‘Give me 15 mins baby’ into his keyboard. rafe glances up, lips parted at his two friends, staring at him for answers.

“shit uh, nah… nah don’t worry.”

he pockets his phone, looking to start packing up his stuff.

“nah c’mon man, what happened?” kelce comes towards him with a friendly grin and rafe lightly shoves him back by the shoulder, walking past to the golf buggy.

“i said don’t worry, alright? i uh, gotta roll though. see you guys around.” rafe punctuates his sentence with a scoffed chuckle of disbelief, swinging his golf bag over his shoulder.

“did… did something happen?” topper shakes his head.

“look, i gotta go see my girl alright, said she needs me. sending me pictures of her pussy all spread out n’shit. respectfully, m’not spending another minute with you suckers.” rafe holds up his hands, biting the bait and telling them anyway. he couldn’t help himself, at the end of the day; a boy.

kelce laughs in shock and toppers eyebrows raise, eyes widening as he says your name in questioning confirmation.

“yeah, who the fuck else?” rafe collects his last club from the buggy, slotting it into the bag.

“what— she’s like, the sweetest girl i know. super shy though, am i wrong?” topper seems in just as much as disbelief as rafe, who shrugs, beginning to walk backwards away from his friends.

“so i thought.” rafe calls out with a smirk, arms wide by his side before he spins around to make his way swiftly to your house to show him how much he appreciated your little text message gift.

⊹ ~ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🎀 ݁.⊹୨🐰୧ ⊹ . ݁🎀 . ݁~ ⊹ ~ ⊹

[5sospenguinqueen]

I'm Thirsty, Refreshing | Charles Leclerc x Gasly! Reader

Summary: Pierre is horrified by his sister's public attempts to catch his Monegasque friend's attention

Warnings: Suggestive. Thirsty comments. Swearing. Down bad reader.

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gasly_yn forza ferrari sempre

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pierregasly what the fuck 

pierregasly wrong team

pierregasly when did this become a whore house

→ gasly_yn that’s not very hot girl summer of you 

user1 pierre going through the seven stages of grief

francisca.cgomes serving body

→ gasly_yn thank you for looking through 100s of pics for the right ones

→ pierregasly @/francisca.cgomes don’t encourage this! 

→ fransisca.cgomes but she looks hot liked by charles_leclerc

alpinef1team well, we all know who you’ll be supporting this weekend

→ gasly_yn yeah, your other driver 

→ pierregasly you take that back! that's worse

→ user2 i love when the gasly’s are messy on main

lilymhe and whose attention would we be trying to catch today? 

→ gasly_yn only yours

→ alex_albon no

→ gasly_yn these drivers never let me have any fun

carlossainz55 looking good, female gasly

→ pierregasly back off 🤺

→ user3 c’mon carlos, we all know she’s only here for charles liked by charles_leclerc 

landonorris i’m definitely looking at the shirt 👀

→ gasly_yn uh huh, what colour is it?

→ landonorris papaya

→ arthur_leclerc she doesn’t do british, mate

charles_leclerc *gulp*

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pierregasly people were asking for more piarles (?) content tagged: charles_leclerc

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gasly_yn oh wow. i am stunned

gasly_yn and not because of you. we all know i’m the better looking gasly anyway

gasly_yn why don’t you bring him home anymore

→ pierregasly because you wouldn’t stop trying to steal him

→ gasly_yn kiks, leave him

charles_leclerc i am flattered

→ user4 omg just respond to her instead of acting like you’re responding to pierre

→ user5 give the girl a chance

francisca.cgomes i can hear her barking from here

→ lilymhe she’s actually salivating 

→ gasly_yn where’s the girl code

→ user6 not the girlies exposing her

danielricciardo mate, who’s managing to make you look good in photos

→ gasly_yn hi, me again. i actually claim photo credits but he didn’t tag me

→ pierregasly i was kind of hoping you wouldn’t see this post. it was hard enough wiping the drool off your mouth when you were there  

→ gasly_yn don’t expose me

→ gasly_yn plus, i have his notifs on so i don't miss a thing

→ pierregasly i half expected you to lick him after that basketball match

→ gasly_yn says the one trying to go for a cock shot

georgerussell63 didn’t i see that ferrari hoodie in your suitcase last weekend, yn? (this comment has been deleted)

user6 xoxo gossip george 

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charles_leclerc summer break ☀️

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user8 here before yn

→ gasly_yn think again babe

gasly_yn miss rabbit has fainted 

gasly_yn okay but the hands, the pecs, the bandana 

gasly_yn in the market for a new necklace

pierregasly why are we thirst trapping

pierregasly whose attention are you trying to grab

pierregasly oi, answer me

user7 yn and pierre match each other’s freak in the best sibling way possible 

carlossainz55 are you trying to kill her 

alex_albon i’ve sent lily to check that she’s still alive after these 

user8 who is taking the most boyfriend coded pics of Charles tho

→ user9 asking the real questions

georgerussell63 i don’t think ferrari would like you offing the competition’s sister 

gasly_yn the sun isn’t the only thing that’s hot in these pictures

→ pierregasly you’re embarrassing me 

→ gasly_yn my friends know you call yourself tripod, i’m not the embarrassment 

→ charles_leclerc she’s got you there, mate

lilymhe i watched her drop her phone after opening insta

→ francisca.cgomes and then walk into a doorframe

user10 not the grid and wags exposing my poor girl

→ user11 she’s so down bad. i can’t even defend her anymore

→ lilymhe neither can we

user12 anyone else think yn is freaking out because charles finally replied to her comment

→ user13 not all of you taking this seriously like she hasn’t known charles since they were kids

→ user14 literally. they’ve been friends for years. i’m pretty sure she knows how to control herself around him

→ gasly_yn um, babe. have you seen him? would YOU be able to control yourself? liked by charles_leclerc

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gasly_yn just posted a new story x2

charles_leclerc just posted a new story

pierregasly replied to yn's story you tell him to keep his hands to himself  → i know where he lives gasly_yn i didn’t know you liked me that much  pierregasly biologically i’m obliged to

pierregasly replied to charles' story stop touching her → release her hand charles_leclerc you’re the one who told me to finally ask her out! → you said you were happy that i would stop pining pierregasly yes but when you told me months ago that you were dating and keeping it under wraps → i believed that meant i wouldn’t actually have to see you with her → a heads up that you changed that would’ve been nice charles_leclerc drama queen pierregasly that’s it, i take back my approval charles_leclerc piss off, pois

pierregasly replied to yn's story yn, what the fuck → that better not be → i’m going to throw something  gasly_yn stop stalking me pierregasly how could you not tell me first!  gasly_yn you wanted me to tell you that i was going to fuck your friend? pierregasly i knew it was date night but i never thought gasly_yn you didn’t imagine your sister and your friend in bed together? i think that’s considered normal, pois pierregasly i hope he wrapped it. don't need more of you in the world gasly_yn go away! 

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pierregasly i actually miss when they were just messaging me about each other. now they make out in front of me. much worse tagged: gasly_yn, charles_leclerc

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user13 not pierre hard launching them

gasly_yn he used to talk about me?

→ charles_leclerc all the time <3

→ pierregasly all. the. time

alex_albon does this mean we can stop acting like we haven’t seen them making out around the paddock for the past few months?

→ georgerussell63 and in his car

→ landonorris and in the back of clubs

→ gasly_yn 2019 rookies were the worst thing to happen to f1

→ charles_leclerc i thought we were discreet?

→ pierregasly mate, you drool over her as much as she does you. neither of you have ever been discreet

arthur_leclerc at least they dial it down in front of you

user14 wait, you’re telling me they’ve been together for months. what about all of yn’s thirsty comments??

→ charles_leclerc i was sat next to her as she was writing them

→ gasly_yn can confirm those had him giggling 

maxverstappen1 wait, does this mean he’s replaced me as his padel partner?

→ pierregasly he said he actually wanted to win

→ gasly_yn plus if he does lose, i give better consolation prizes ;)

→ pierregasly ew! dirty! 

→ francisca.cgomes querido you have said worse to me in front of her

carlossainz55 the worst day was when she wore the ferrari vest under her alpine shirt. should’ve learned to knock before entering his driver’s room

→ pierregasly NO! In public! 

scuderiaferrari ha stole your girl

→ alpinef1team how dare you 

→ pierregasly yeah, you tell them. you can’t have her

→ charles_leclerc MY girl

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Ok but toxic!dad!rafe where this don’t effect the children’s life but when it come to the mother of his kids he’s still very overprotective. I mean she is a MILF.

This is the best thing I've ever heard anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cold.

Toxic!Rafe as a dad?

Surprisingly present. 

His kid adores him, and in their eyes, he’s just their cool, protective father. He spoils them, takes them out on the yacht all the time, and he makes sure they have everything they could ever want. He told himself he would never be like Ward if he ever became a father, and he- for a change- was living up to his word.

But when it comes to their mom? That’s where the real problem is.

Because Rafe does not change when it comes to Y/N.

Y/N falling pregnant, certainly wasn't planned. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was young, she had a future and more than anything, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to stay with Rafe, let alone have a baby with him. She didn't tell Rafe right away. Not because she was hiding it, but because she knew- deep in her gut- that he wouldn’t react like a normal person. She needed time to think, to weigh her options, to figure out what she wanted before he got involved.

But Rafe found out anyway.

Y/N had been so incredibly careful, she didn't leave any trace of the positive pregnancy test in Tannyhill; but he just knew her too well, sensed that something was off when she stopped drinking.

“What?”

His voice was quiet at first, his brows furrowed, like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. But then the realisation hit. His blue eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, the room suddenly feeling too small. His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“You were gonna tell me, right?”

“Rafe, I—I don’t know what I’m going to do yet—”

Wrong answer. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“The fuck do you mean, you don’t know?” His breath was hot against her face, his fingers digging into her skin.

“That’s my kid, Y/N.”

Her stomach churned, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I just- Rafe, I need time to think—”

“No, you don’t.”

He cut her off, shaking his head like the idea itself was ridiculous, angrily running a hand through his messed up hair.

“You don’t need to think. It’s already decided.”

She tried to take a step back, but his grip tightened, his other hand settling on her waist, firmly keeping her closer to him.

“We’re having this baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the words passed his lips, tears stinging her eyes before she could stop the feeling.

“I don’t- Rafe, this is my choice—”

His fingers pressed harder, his face inches from hers.

“No, it’s ours.”

Even now when they have a child together, he still watches her like a hawk. Still gets unreasonably possessive when she dresses a certain way, still makes a scene when he catches another man looking at her for a second too long. And she knows better than to fight him on it- most of the time.

It’s a summer afternoon, and she’s lounging by the pool, drink in hand, wearing a bikini that makes Rafe’s jaw clench. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over her as she adjusted the thin strap of her bikini top. It was tiny- too fucking tiny. The black fabric barely covered her tits, which, thanks to breastfeeding, were even fuller now, spilling slightly over the edges. His jaw clenched as his gaze dragged down, taking in the way the strings hugged her hips, digging into soft, newly gained curves that had him gripping the bottle in his hand just a little harder.

His friends are over, and while they’re talking, his eyes keep flicking toward her, watching the way the fabric clings to her curves. And then- Topper nudges him, nodding toward one of the new neighbours talking to her.

Rafe’s face goes dark.

She’s laughing at something the guy said, totally unaware of the way Rafe’s grip tightens around his beer bottle. He doesn’t make a scene- not yet- but when the guy finally walks away, Rafe strides over, towering over her as she peers up from her sun bed. His voice is deceptively smooth, but she knows that tone.

"Having fun, baby?"

"Yes."

His fingers skim her thigh, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"You looked like you were having a little too much fun."

She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on her head, she had a feeling she knew exactly where this was going.

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious." He leans down, voice dropping.

"Go inside and cover up."

She scoffs, shifting to sit up, the towel underneath her crumpling slightly as she moved,

"It’s our backyard and it's a pool party-."

"-I don’t give a fuck."

"Rafe, you’re being ridiculous."

"Yeah?" His grip tightens on her thigh.

"Then why’s he looking at you like he wants to fuck you?"

Her stomach flips.

"Stop," she hisses, even as heat creeps up her neck. But Rafe just smirks, leaning in so only she can hear.

"Maybe I should remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Her breath catches.

And the way he says it? The way his hand tightens on her thigh, just enough to send a warning? It sends a shiver down her spine, even as she glares at him. Because she knows- if she doesn’t listen now, he’ll make her.

Somehow, their kid never see this side of Rafe, he makes sure of it.

To them, their dad is just protective, he just 'cares about mommy so much!'. They never see the way their mother bites her lip in frustration when Rafe pulls her away from conversations. They never see the bruises he leaves- not always from violence, but from gripping her too tight, kissing her too hard. They don’t hear the way she argues in hushed tones behind closed doors, or the way she eventually gives in and melts into him anyway.

Because as much as she hates his jealousy and his control, she loves him too much to walk away.

He is the father of her child after all