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just-aake · 1 day ago

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Friends Don't Kiss

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Friends spend time together. They share inside jokes, quiet moments, maybe even late-night movies. And sometimes…they kiss. That’s normal. Right? At least, that’s what Natasha keeps telling herself.

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Words: 4140

“Would you kiss me?”

Steve chokes on his coffee, spluttering mid-sip. He coughs violently, thumping his fist against his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

Across the kitchen, Natasha doesn’t flinch. She stands coolly with a mug in hand, one hip leaning against the compound’s countertop, her expression unreadable.

“You know,” she adds, far too casually, “as a friend.”

Steve finally manages to recover, blinking at her like she’s grown a second head.

“I’m gonna need a little more context.”

Natasha shrugs, gaze fixed somewhere past him.

“Just making a point. I’ve kissed you before. We’re still just friends.”

“That was different,” Steve says slowly, carefully, like he’s not entirely sure where this conversation is headed. “We were on the run. It was for a mission.”

“Right,” Natasha nods quickly, seizing on that. “Exactly. So sometimes a kiss doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Steve sets down his coffee, eyebrows furrowing.

“Did you kiss someone, Nat?”

She scoffs immediately, a sharp breath meant to dismiss the question, but her shoulders stiffen, betraying her.

“No,” she says too quickly, brushing past it. “Why would you ask that?”

Before Steve can press further, the kitchen door slides open.

You step in, pausing just briefly when your eyes meet hers. A flicker of something passes between you—then it’s gone, replaced by your familiar, easy smile.

“Morning,” you say, grabbing an apple from the counter before sliding easily into the space beside her. “You two solving world peace already?”

Natasha’s grip on her mug tightens. Her pulse trips over itself at your closeness, at the casual brush of your shoulder against hers.

“Morning,” she mutters, not quite meeting your eyes.

“You’re up earlier than usual,” Steve returns your greeting while watching both of you now with a curious gaze, noticing the subtle shift in the air.

You shrug lightly.

“Decided to turn in early last night,” you respond before turning to Natasha. “Sorry, I didn’t see you when you got back, Nat.”

Natasha shakes her head, brushing off the apology.

“It’s fine,” she says simply.

But it’s not. Not really. She had looked for you last night when she came back from her mission, hoping for your usual smile at the hangar. Instead, FRIDAY informed her you were already asleep. She’d swallowed her disappointment and told herself it didn’t matter.

Natasha takes another sip to keep herself occupied from further conversation. Unfortunately, it seems you have no intention of letting her do that.

“Can I have some?”

Natasha glances at you with a raise of her brow, and you give her a small smile as you nod at the mug in her hand.

“There’s more brewing,” she responds, gesturing to the coffee machine in the corner.

You don’t move her gaze from hers.

“I know,” you grin. “But I want yours.”

Natasha sighs, long-suffering but fond, and hands it over.

You take it with a bright smile in thanks, drinking the last of it with satisfaction.

Natasha watches you as you finish, her lips twitching slightly into the ghost of a smile before she can stop it.

Something about that simple exchange makes the room feel smaller.

Steve observes you two quietly, picking up on the subtle tension that hums under the surface like a taut wire. You and Natasha have always been close. That’s not new. But something feels different now.

“Well, I’m heading to the training room,” you announce, handing Natasha back the mug and tossing the apple in your hand once before catching it again. “See you two later.”

You’re gone before either of them can respond.

The silence that follows stretches.

Steve leans against the table, watching the doorway you disappeared through before turning his eyes back to Natasha.

“So,” he says, voice even, “something you’d like to share?”

Natasha scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pivots to rinse out her mug.

“This has nothing to do with her.”

Her tone is dry and dismissive. But her mind betrays her.

She remembers the way the two of you had been curled up on the couch in the common room just a few nights ago.

A rare, quiet evening with no missions, no alarms, just shared stories and laughter over absurd field mishaps. Your knees touching hers. Her arm draped along the back of the sofa.

You leaning closer, head tilted back slightly as you laughed, completely at ease.

Natasha remembers the way her fingers twitched with the urge to touch you.

How, without quite realizing it, her hand lifted to cup your cheek.

The moment stretched, her breath caught, and then she leaned in.

The kiss was soft, hesitant in the way that Natasha had not fully comprehended what she had done.

When she does, she goes to pull away when you suddenly kiss her back.

Your hand had come up, anchoring against her shoulder, the other sliding to the back of her neck as you deepened it, slow and sure.

Then, the elevator chimed.

And the moment shattered.

Instinctively, Natasha pulls back, jumping to her end of the couch by the time the other team members come into the room.

Next thing she knows, you were swept up by a conversation with Wanda while Natasha sat there frozen, lips parted, heartbeat wild, her hand brushing over her mouth in disbelief.

The warmth of your kiss still lingering on her skin like a brand.

You never brought it up again.

Neither did she.

And now, days later, she finds herself standing in the kitchen convincing herself that friends kiss sometimes.

That it doesn’t have to mean anything. That it didn’t mean anything.

“Sure, Nat,” Steve says slowly, watching her a little too closely now. “A kiss doesn’t have to mean anything...”

Natasha relaxes slightly, but before the relief can take hold in her mind, Steve continues nonchalantly.

“…unless you want it to.”

Natasha doesn’t respond. Her jaw sets just slightly as she stares into her empty mug. Then, with a sigh, she curses herself for even asking Steve.

His words just brought up a flurry of new problems for her.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

She did it again.

She’s doing it again.

What started as a simple spar at your request had quickly escalated—one move leading to another, until she had you pinned flat on the mat. Her knees straddled your hips, hands locking your wrists above your head with effortless control.

You were both breathless, sweat-slicked skin flushed from exertion.

Then you smiled up at her, teeth flashing, that same teasing spark in your eyes that always got under her skin, and Natasha couldn’t look away. Couldn’t think past the heat in her chest. Her gaze dropped, lingering on the curve of your parted lips as you panted beneath her.

And before she could stop herself, she leaned in.

The kiss wasn’t hesitant this time. It was hungry, claiming, as if making up for every second she hadn’t let herself think about the feel of your lips since that night on the couch. Her grip loosened, hands sliding from your wrists to your sides, fingertips brushing over the sliver of skin just above your waistband.

Like before, you didn’t pull away.

Instead, your arms curled around her shoulders, pulling her closer with a quiet urgency.

Her mouth moved against yours again, and again—slow, deliberate, until your breath caught and you exhaled her name in a moan that made something in her pulse stutter.

“Natasha…”

Her name on your lips.

It cracked through the haze like a whip.

And she freezes.

Reality slams back in, fast and merciless.

Natasha pulls away suddenly, breathing hard as her eyes search yours. Her hands lift, hovering like she wasn’t sure where to place them anymore.

“Shit,” she mutters, shaken. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

You blink at her, dazed and confused, lips still parted.

But before you can say anything, the door slides open.

“Damn,” Sam’s voice calls out as he steps into the training room, towel slung over his shoulder. He pauses at the sight, then lets out a low whistle and smirks.

“Give her a break, Romanoff. She’s already red in the face.”

Natasha straightens back instinctively, only to realize the flush on your face wasn’t from exertion.

You let out a breath of laughter, dragging a hand through your hair.

“I’m fine,” you say, voice light, easy. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Your palm lightly taps Natasha’s thigh—a subtle, casual cue.

She blinks at you, still hovering above, startled by how calmly you are taking all of this. Then she shifts, climbing off with fluid grace, but her mind still reels.

Why weren’t you reacting differently? Why were you acting like what just happened between you two was normal for friends?

You push yourself to your feet and turn to offer your hand down to her.

Without hesitation, she takes it.

Your grip is warm and steady as you help her up. Before she can say anything, you brush your hand over her shoulder, flicking away the dust from your earlier scuffle. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, you pat her cheek twice, a gentle, reassuring touch.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you repeat, softer this time.

And then you walk off coolly and composed, leaving her standing there.

Staring.

Processing.

“What the hell…” Natasha mutters under her breath.

Sam moves beside her, picking up a dumbbell nonchalantly like he hadn’t just walked in on something.

“Hey, Sam?” she asks, still staring after you.

“Yeah?”

“Friends can kiss, right?” she asks. “Like… that’s a normal thing friends do sometimes?”

Sam pauses mid-curl and turns to look at her with a slow grin.

“What kind of friends you got, Romanoff?” he chuckles. “’Cause I’d love an introduction.”

Natasha doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are still locked on the door you disappeared through, her thoughts a whirlwind of tangled lines she couldn’t figure out how or if she wanted to untangle.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The movie plays on, its flickering light casting soft shadows across the darkened room. But Natasha isn’t watching it.

She’s trying to. Or at least pretending to.

Her eyes are on the screen, but her mind drifts, tangled in thoughts she can’t quite sort through. The question loops endlessly in her head like a broken reel.

Can friends kiss? Should friends kiss? Did it mean anything?

You shift slightly beside her, and the motion draws her out of the haze. Then comes a soft sound—a small yawn, muffled behind your hand.

Natasha glances down at you.

Your head rests gently against her shoulder, your body curled comfortably into the side of hers. You’ve been like that for most of the movie—close, warm, familiar. Nothing new for the two of you.

But now, it feels different. Everything feels different.

She tilts her head toward you slightly.

“We can stop here if you want,” she offers, her voice low. “You’re tired.”

You shake your head with a sleepy smile, eyes barely open.

“It’s fine. It’s almost finished anyway.”

Natasha studies your face for a moment longer, searching for something beneath your words. Then she relaxes, leaning her head against yours again, letting the rhythm of your breathing soothe her.

But only a few minutes pass before she feels your body grow heavier against her, your breath evening out. She shifts subtly to glance at you, and sure enough, your eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted in sleep.

A quiet exhale escapes her lips.

She lets the laptop finish playing the credits, then carefully reaches over to close it, setting it on the nightstand without disturbing you too much.

As she leans back again, her eyes linger on you, peaceful and completely unaware of the storm still quietly waging inside her.

She hesitates.

You’d probably sleep better in your own bed. Less risk of a sore neck.

“Hey,” she whispers, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm to wake you. “Want me to carry you to your room?”

You stir, eyes fluttering open, still half-lost in sleep. You look up at her, your gaze soft and unguarded.

“Can I sleep here?”

Natasha stills.

The way your face is tilted toward hers makes her heart stutter. You’re so close, lips parted slightly, your breath warm against her cheek.

Her fingers tighten against the sheets.

She should say no. But she doesn’t.

“…Sure,” she says instead, voice barely audible.

You smile in that sleepy, content way that always makes her chest ache, and shift to lie back more fully on the bed, your head finding the pillow beside hers like it’s always belonged there.

Natasha stays seated for a moment, just watching you. Studying the soft lines of your expression. The trust etched so easily into every part of you.

Then your eye cracks open, lazy and amused, and you pat the empty space beside you.

“Come on,” you murmur. “You should sleep too.”

Natasha swallows.

She moves beneath the covers slowly, cautiously, like the sheets might burn her. The moment her weight settles, you immediately scoot closer, nuzzling into the curve of her body with a comfort that’s almost too much.

She freezes.

Her arms hover mid-air, unsure where to land. Her instincts war with her confusion about the situation.

But then you sigh softly, and it eases something in her. She lets her arms wrap around you, tentatively at first, then fully. Her hand rests lightly against your back.

Your body fits against hers like it was always meant to.

Her heart beats too loud. Her thoughts race too fast.

But your breathing, soft and steady, grounds her.

You’re not overthinking this. You’re not avoiding eye contact or spiraling like she is. You’re just there.

Maybe she is overreacting.

So she presses her lips to the top of your head, just barely a kiss, light and reverent.

And tells herself it’s fine.

That it’s just something friends do.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The corridor outside the tech lab is mostly quiet, the hum of machinery muffled behind glass walls. Natasha had only meant to drop by to check on some routine data upload from her last mission, but she slows as she rounds the corner and catches sight of you through the glass.

You’re leaning against the counter in the lab, your stance relaxed, familiar. A quiet, polite smile plays on your lips as you speak to one of the newer lab techs, who is a little awkward in their stance and clearly trying to flirt.

Natasha pauses at the entrance, something instinctual anchoring her in place.

“I just figured,” the technician says, nervously fidgeting with their hands, “maybe we could grab a coffee sometime?”

Natasha blinks. Her fingers tighten unconsciously around the datapad in her hand.

You let out a soft chuckle, not unkind.

“That’s sweet,” you say, your tone warm but edged with gentle finality, “but I’m actually already seeing someone.”

Natasha frowns, her heart skipping heavily.

Since when?

The lab tech falters only slightly, nodding good-naturedly.

“Ah. No worries. It was worth a shot.”

“We could still be friends,” you offer kindly.

They chuckle lightly as they gather their things, nodding in agreement.

“Well, if they mess up,” the tech jokes, “you know where to find me.”

You smile again, a brief lift of your brow.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They leave, footsteps fading down the hall.

Natasha stays frozen for a beat longer, her brain racing as she tries to understand. A strange, unfamiliar tightness lingers in her chest, something sharp and green and burning low.

Why didn’t you ever tell her you were seeing someone?

The question echoes through her like a bruise, throbbing harder the longer she thinks about it.

A few seconds pass before she finally moves, stepping into view from where she’d been half-hidden around the corner. Her approach is quiet, boots soft on the tile, but you look up at the sound anyway.

“Nat, hey,” you greet, still casual, like you hadn’t just said something that made her stomach drop unexpectedly.

Natasha crosses her arms across her chest.

“Were you ever going to introduce me to them?”

You blink at her, brow furrowing.

“Who?”

“The person you’re seeing.”

There’s a flicker of confusion in your expression, your head tilting slightly as if trying to piece together something obvious that you’ve somehow missed.

“That’d be…difficult,” you answer slowly.

Her heart skips again—this time not from surprise, but from something closer to hurt.

“Why?” she presses, a little sharper now. “You don’t want them to meet your friends?”

Your mouth parts slightly. You study her, eyes narrowing faintly, not in anger, but in realization.

“Is that what you are?” you ask quietly. “Just my friend?”

Natasha hesitates. Her arms tighten around herself, defensive.

“I thought I was,” she says with a shrug that tries too hard to be casual.

The silence that follows isn’t long, but it feels like it stretches forever.

You nod slowly, the movement small and almost imperceptible.

“Right,” you murmur. “My mistake.”

And even though you smile, easy and familiar, there’s a flicker behind it. Something small and wounded that vanishes just as quickly as it appears. Like it costs a little more this time to offer it.

“I thought we were something more.”

Natasha’s lips part in stunned silence.

You shake your head slightly, not in denial, just…regret.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.”

Before she can find her voice, before she can reach out and ask what you mean—what she means to you—you step past her.

“I’ve got to prep for my mission,” you say quietly. “I’ll see you after, Nat.”

And then you’re gone.

The hallway seems impossibly still.

Natasha doesn’t move.

She just stands there, frozen in place, her eyes still on the space where you’d been just seconds ago.

I thought we were something more.

The words echo in her chest like a hollow ring of glass about to break.

Natasha presses a hand lightly to her sternum, as if she could push the ache away.

But it lingers. Deep and burning.

She knew it.

She knows it now more than ever.

Friends don’t kiss.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The hangar is nearly silent at this hour, long past the time anyone should still be awake.

But Natasha is.

She leans against a metal railing in the far corner of the bay, arms crossed loosely, her mind racing in quiet loops. The empty stretch of concrete around her does little to ease the restless energy in her body. She’s been replaying your last conversation for hours now, trying to decipher what it meant, what you meant.

The distant hum of turbines pulls her attention up.

The Quinjet descends slowly, its engines quieting as it settles onto the landing pad. Her spine straightens involuntarily. She catches herself smoothing her palm against her thigh, like she’s bracing for something.

The ramp lowers with a hiss, and then there you are.

You spot her the moment you step down.

Your steps falter just a bit, surprised but not displeased. Your expression shifts into something soft and unreadable before you offer a faint smile.

“Hey,” you greet lightly. “You’re still up?”

Natasha picks up on the subtle wariness in your voice. Not distrust, just a layer of confusion she knows she put there.

“I wanted to talk,” she says, quieter now, her arms unfolding slightly. “If that’s okay.”

You pause. Then, after a breath, you nod.

“Yeah… we probably should’ve had this talk before I went around thinking we were something other than friends,” you joke, a little self-deprecating, but not cruel.

Natasha winces, her mouth twitching. She knows she earned that.

You exhale and tilt your head toward the hallway.

“Come on. Let’s talk in my room. I need to get this mission stink off me.”

She follows without hesitation, grateful for the return of your usual teasing tone.

“Yeah, you do,” she quips back.

You gasp in mock offense, throwing a look over your shoulder.

“Wow. Brutal honesty? No mercy, huh?”

Natasha just smirks. “Would you prefer lies?”

“Only the flattering kind,” you call as you enter your room.

Natasha follows in after you with a small chuckle. She sits at the edge of your bed, hands in her lap, waiting as you disappear into your bathroom. She hears the rush of water from the shower and feels oddly tense like she’s waiting for a mission to start, but this one requires emotional precision she hasn’t quite mastered.

When the bathroom door finally opens, and you emerge, a towel draped around your shoulders, skin still damp and fresh from the steam, Natasha’s thoughts short-circuit for a moment.

Her gaze catches on the curve of your neck, the soft line of your collarbone—

She tears her eyes away, scolding herself silently.

This is exactly how things got so muddled.

You shoot her an amused look as you dry your hair with the towel.

“You gonna stare all night or talk?”

Natasha clears her throat, suddenly focused on her hands again.

“Right. Sorry. I just…wanted to ask something.”

You toss the towel aside as you nod.

“Ask away.”

She hesitates.

“Why…why did you think we were dating?”

You blink, surprised at the question. Then you let out a soft breath and sit beside her on the bed.

“Well,” you begin, voice easy but edged with a thread of honesty, “months ago, you asked me to go to the Avengers Festival with you. We spent the whole day together. Just us.”

“I thought you’d enjoy it,” Natasha replies quietly.

“I did. And I was even more excited when I thought you were asking me out on a date.”

You glance at her, gauging her reaction.

Natasha’s lips press into a thin line.

“Only it wasn’t… to me.”

“Right,” you say, a hint of disappointment in your tone before you continue with a sigh. “But then you invited me to that new restaurant for dinner the next night.”

“You mentioned it once. I thought you’d want to go.”

“I did mention it. To Wanda. I didn’t expect you to remember something I had said in passing.”

Natasha lowers her gaze.

“I do,” she murmurs.

You smile faintly.

“Then came movie nights. Every week. Just us.”

“You hadn’t seen any of the classics. I thought it’d be fun.”

“And it was,” you say before teasingly adding as you lightly nudge her shoulders. “Especially learning you know all the lines.”

There’s a pause. Then your voice softens.

“Then…you kissed me.”

Natasha’s breath catches.

“Twice,” you continue.

Her eyes flick to yours.

“Three times,” you correct with a small smile, “if we’re counting the one where you got nervous and bailed halfway through, settling for the top of my head instead when you thought I was asleep.”

Natasha swallows, stunned into silence.

“Well?” you ask gently. “You gonna explain? Because last time I checked…”

You shift toward her, slow and deliberate.

“…friends don’t kiss.”

She searches for an answer. Any answer. But none of them feel true. Not the ones she told herself, not the ones that let her avoid the real thing.

“These past days I've been trying to convince myself that kissing didn’t have to mean anything,” Natasha admits, voice small. “That I could just…”

She trails off.

“Avoid what you actually felt?” you offer, your tone gentle, not accusatory.

She meets your eyes then, and something in her cracks.

“Maybe I just didn’t want to admit I wanted something more. Because if I did…and you didn’t…”

“I did,” you interrupt softly.

Your hand lifts to her hair, your fingers brushing a few loose strands back, tucking them gently behind her ear.

“I do.”

Her breath trembles.

You stroke her cheek with your thumb, grounding her.

“No more mixed signals, Nat,” you say with a playful edge, though your eyes are sincere. “You’re gonna have to be more direct, or I’ll start thinking I made it all up.”

She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her hands slide to your waist as she pulls you closer, steady and sure.

“Tomorrow night…will you go out with me?” she murmurs.

You grin, raising a brow.

“On a date?”

She nods, smiling now too.

“On a date.”

You lean your forehead against hers.

“Then I’d love to.”

There’s a beat of stillness, warmth blooming in the quiet between you. Then Natasha’s gaze flicks behind you toward the bed and back at you, one brow rising.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

You raise an amused brow.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You smirk playfully.

“Because, in case you’re unsure…” you whisper, tilting your head closer to hers. “…friends don’t typically sleep with each other either.”

Natasha’s eyes sparkle, a soft smile forming on her face.

“Then it’s a good thing,” she says, drawing you in, her voice a low murmur at your lips, “that we’re not just friends anymore.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: a little something as I procrastinate on my series 😅 thank you for reading!

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wonderjanga · 2 days ago

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I am Totally Clark Kent

Billy didn’t know what he was expecting when he felt his comm vibrating one day while he was relaxing in a park.

Billy: *runs off to an alley* “Shazam!”

Marvel: “Y’ellow?”

Kon: “Cap!” *whispering*

Marvel: “Uh… Yes?”

Kon: “Cap I need your help.”

Marvel: “With… what? Are you okay?” *now concerned*

Kon: “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just need help. I need you to come to my school.”

Marvel: “Why—”

Kon: “Just do it! Please! And come in a disguise!”

Marvel: “Okay, okay.” *already starting to fly off* “Where’s your school?”

That’s how Marvel ended up throwing on a random flannel shirt and some raggedy jeans he found in a trash bin and showing up to the school. He also found some glasses with broken lenses, which he popped out, and put them on.

He proceeded to roll up to the school and was pulled into the principal’s office almost immediately.

Principal: “Mr. Kent, I’m sure you know why Connor had been brought to my office, yes?”

Marvel: “Yes…?” *looking between Connor and the principal*

Principal: “Wonderful. Now, Connor, could you please tell us both why your fight escalated to the point of physical violence.”

Marvel: “What??” *looks to Connor*

Principal: “Were you not notified as to why you were called in today?”

Marvel: “No??”

Principal: “Connor got into a fight with another student today.”

After being explained the situation, he took Connor out of the school because the boy was suspended. As they were leaving, which was conveniently as the elementary school kids were at recess.

Marvel and Kon: *passing by the fence as they’re leaving the school zone*

Jon: *sees them, does a double take and zooms over to the fence and slams himself into it* “Dad?? Connor??”

Kon: “Yes?”

Marvel: “I’m not your dad.”

Jon: “What’re you guys doing? Is Connor getting picked up early? Why can’t I get picked up early?”

Marvel: “Connor’s getting picked up earlier because he got suspended…” *looks over to Connor* “What’s his name cause I don’t think I can call him Superboy out in broad daylight.”

Jon: “Huh?”

Kon: “It’s Jon.”

Marvel: “Right.” *looks back to Jon* “So yeah, Connor’s getting picked up earlier because he got suspended.”

Jon: “Oh… cool.”

Somehow, that led to Billy checking Jon out too. Kon pulled this fake ID of what was probably Superman’s real identity and he used that.

Clark Kent.

Huh.

Billy didn’t really know what to do with these two kids now that he had them. One of them apparently got into a fight and he didn’t know if it was his place to reprimand him on that, and the other kid kept saying he was her dad no matter how much he denied it.

So, now, he’s chilling in another park, with these kids eating ice cream.

All was fine and dandy until the real Clark Kent went to pick his kids up from school. Lo and behold, when they weren’t waiting for him to pick him up after a couple minutes he went to go ask about where they were.

What do you mean his kids were picked up by him earlier?

What do you mean?

He found them with a guy who stole his look.

Supes: “WHO ARE YOU? AND WHY DID YOU KIDNAP MY CHILDREN?”

Marvel: “Huh? Supes, it’s me.” *takes glasses off*

Supes: “Captain??” *trying to come up with words* “Did… Did you bogard my thing?”

Marvel: “What thing?”

Supes: “Never mind! Why did you kidnap my kids??”

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #fawcett city #fawcett #fawcett comics

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prettypieck · 1 day ago

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ᴄᴀᴍ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Xavier x Reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: cam girl reader and her sweet friend Xavier who sheepishly agrees to sleep with her for 'content', but ends up fucking her so good that it starts to look a little too real on camera

ᴀ/ɴ: This is my first time posting on Tumblr, so please go easy on my writing lol. I also wrote this at 2am hehe. 3.6k words purrrr.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Xavier, Xavier smut, love and deepspace smut, MDNI!, backshots.., fingering, idk what else to put

It was one of those days... you counted through the tips you earned at the local cafe you worked at and realized you were short to be able to pay your rent this month. You throw yourself on your couch in frustration, it was time to do your little side hustle again, except the side hustle isn't actually that little. You log onto your account on your phone and see all the money you were making from your previous videos, if it wasn't obvious, you were a cam girl.

It was something you started about a year ago, you would only film solo on your bed with all the different toys you owned. However, you noticed recently that your views were beginning to tank, maybe you needed to do something different to bring the attention of your audience back.

You quickly post on your account about anyone having any suggestions for your next video. Immediately, responses begin to flood in with people recommending the same thing: film with someone. With the amount of responses you were getting, you would be able to pay rent for next month as well.

You throw your phone on the couch and stare at the ceiling. Fuck. Who could you film with? Who would actually be down for that? You close your eyes and think about your options. But you startle when you hear a loud thud coming from the floor above you and then it hits you.

Xavier...

Your sweet neighbor and dearest friend, maybe he wouldn't mind, but then again he's so reserved and quiet you don't know if he'll even say yes to it. You grab the pillow next to you and scream into it from embarrassment of something you haven't even done yet.

Fuck it, asking him is better than getting evicted. You get up and smooth down your outfit and try to be presentable before heading up a floor to his place. Your heart goes a million a mile as you raise your hand and knock on his door.

You stand and wait as you hear shuffling on the other side, he was coming to the door. When it opens, Xavier stands there with his ruffled hair and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

"Y/N," he says in his soft voice, "come in." He opens the door wider and lets you in, you rub your arm and walk in. Why were you acting like you've never been in his apartment? You wanted to smack yourself to stop being so shy about asking this silly question. Maybe you need to ease into it...

"Hey Xavier, what was that loud crash I heard earlier," You ask as you walk to his couch and take a seat amongst all his plushies that he had. He walks over after closing his door and picks up one of the plushies off the ground and raises it to show you, "this is the reason."

You follow him with a look of confusion as he also sits on the couch as well, stretching his arms back behind the couch. He lets out a chuckle at your puzzled face, "I guess the plushie we won last week at the arcade together isn't happy in my home, I got up after my nap to grab some water and tripped on it."

You laugh at that, Xavier was always tripping and falling. "Maybe the plushie would rather be with me, I'm the one who got it out the claw machine after you basically wasted all our tokens," you tease him and at that he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Be my guest," he yawns again and raises his arms above his head in another stretch and that's when your eyes begin to wander. His plain white t-shirt just slightly stretched at the collar rode up when he raised his arms and you can see his abs underneath. Your eyes wander even lower where he's manspreading and you notice his grey joggers, and your throat goes dry at the obvious bulge right in the middle. Woah, he was packing. You snap out of looking when he stops and looks over at you, "What's wrong?"

You blink at him twice, "what are you talking about?" He tilts his head slightly, like he's analyzing you, making you more nervous. "You're really red, are you feeling feverish?"

You flush even more at that, why can't you control yourself. "No," you inhale sharply, "actually- I came here to ask you something." You grip the end of your shorts in nervousness and your eyes look around before you finally have the confidence to look at Xavier again. You see he hasn't moved his gaze away from you, he blinks and waits for you to continue speaking. You flush at his undivided attention, Xavier used to be shy when you guys first became friends, but now he has no problem holding your stare.

"Uhm, so you know how I work at the cafe," he nods at that and you continue with a sigh, "well... sometimes I can't make the rent, so I also have a second job and it's online. I make content and I was wondering if you could help me with it."

Xavier's eyebrows come together like he's thinking about something, "...content? What kind of content?" It seems like he's not following what you're saying, you feel like you're corrupting an innocent soul who clearly doesn't dabble in this kind of stuff. Suddenly, you feel like aborting this mission.

"You know what, never mind," you say quickly as you get up from the couch to leave, but you barely make it a step away before Xavier grabs your wrist. Your body is hot in embarrassment, but you turn to look at him still seated on the couch, he looks at his hand on your wrist before looking up at you.

"I'll help you."

You blink once and then you blink twice. "Really?" He nods and you sit back down on the couch when he tugs on your wrist lightly, you liked that Xavier was willing to help, but you needed to be honest about what he was getting himself into. You close your eyes for a brief second and then blurt it out, "I'm a cam girl."

It's deathly silent and you keep your eyes shut as your face flushes once again. After what feels like a minute, you open your eyes and Xavier is staring at you, but this time just as flushed as you are. You can't help yourself when you begin to ramble to help save this situation, "I understand if you don't want to be the one to have sex with me, especially on camera, even though your face won't be shown. I've always done everything on my own. This is also new to me, I just couldn't think of anyone else that would be willing to help me-"

You stop when Xavier interrupts you, "I'll do it."

"Really?!" Another nod from him and you throw yourself at him for a hug. He catches you as you say a million thank you's.

Eventually you are back in your apartment that same night after your shower to prepare to film with Xavier. You gave him a time to come over earlier and were now wearing your best lingerie under your robe and had done your hair and makeup. The camera was set up in your bedroom, you decided it was best to film and post the video later rather than be live. You were afraid Xavier would accidentally show face and you wanted to avoid the awkward parts with him being out there on the internet.

Finally, there was a knock at the door and you go answer. Xavier was dressed casually and you watch him as he looks down at you and then your robe before his ears flush and he looks away for a second. "Hey," you breathe and he gives you one of his small smiles as he enters your place. "Hi."

He takes off his shoes at the entrance and follows you to your bedroom. You glance at him, "are you ready?"

He smiles at you again, "yeah, are you?" You laugh a little at that, before nodding. The next five minutes are spent with you adjusting the camera while Xavier sits in the middle of your bed awkwardly, you were making sure to just show him from his neck down. Once that's set you click record and walk over to your drawer and pull out one of your vibrators.

Xavier follows your every move as you move towards him and take off your robe in one quick motion, leaving you in only your underwear and bra. He feels like the breath left his lungs as he trails his gaze down all of you and back up. You are beautiful. Perfect. He couldn't believe he was going to be able to hold you like this, touch you like this.

You crawl onto the bed and get comfortable between his legs as you look at yourself on the camera monitor. You were much smaller than Xavier, so your whole body and face was in view. "Here," you tilt your head back to look at his face as your hand holds out the vibrator to him. He flushes when he looks at it and then back to you, but you feel yourself pulse when you see the slight heat behind his eyes.

He takes it from you before hesitantly asking, "Can- Can I touch you?" Your heart races in anticipation as you nod at him.

Your body lights up with goosebumps when you feel his left hand trail up and down your waist. You guys hold each other's gaze, as you relax back into his chest. Your eyes drop to see him put the vibrator down next his thigh and he raises his right hand to gently grab your jaw. His thumb caresses your face as he stares at you, and his gaze alone makes you feel damp between your legs and he hasn't really touched you like that yet.

He continues his gentle rubbing and then his hooded gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth. You don't remember whether it was him or you to initiate it, but you guys begin making out. It's gentle, sensual. His lips are soft and every so often his tongue begins to peak through and you allow him in. Your tongues begin fighting for dominance and the kiss begins to get a little more heated, you reach your right arm over to the back of his neck to keep his mouth on yours.

Your body tingles as he hums into the kiss and breaks it to look into your own heated gaze before going in for another kiss. While this continues, his right hand reaches down to your thigh and he rubs it before moving your legs to be against his spread ones. This leaves you open right to the camera and you gasp lightly when you feel the slight breeze against your damp underwear.

Your body slightly jolts when you feel something rubbing against your clothed sex. You break the kiss this time and look down to see Xavier rubbing the vibrator up and down your sex before you throw your head back against his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder, as his left hand goes up to squeeze your breast through your bra.

You can't stop the hums and pants that leave your mouth before you can't take the teasing anymore, "more." "More?" Xavier leaves another kiss on your neck before looking down at your flushed face. "Then beg for it."

Your breath hitches, was this really Xavier? Your quiet friend who is the sweetest person you know asking you to beg him. But your body is so heated you actually listen to him, "Please, I want more. I want you."

You watch Xavier as he groans at your words before diving in for another kiss, this time you feel his hands at the waistband of your underwear as he pulls them off. You raise your hips and then your legs as you help with sliding them off. You keep your legs parted and when you guys break away from your kiss for the third time, you can't help but watch Xavier's face. He looks into your eyes before he looks down and groans again, "Look at how pretty you are."

"Touch me, " you beg with a pout on your face, "please."

Xavier wastes no time in tossing the vibrator to the side as his hand reaches between your legs and his finger grazes between your wet folds. "You're soaked," he says into your ear and your eyes rolls when he rubs on your clit for a quick second before going back down to your entrance, teasing you with his middle finger.

Your hips roll in attempt to get his fingers to fill you up, and when he finally finishes teasing you, he sinks one of his digits in. Your eyes roll back with a light moan and when he pulls the finger back out, he eases back in with two this time. One of your hands grips his thigh while the other holds on to the bicep of the arm that's in between your legs. Your hand nor your vibrator would have felt as good as his hand did.

Xavier was reaching spots inside you that had you writhing against him and moaning. He kept talking you through it, "you're doing so good baby." You feel yourself clench around his fingers at the nickname and he hums at that. "You like when I call you baby?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding your head. Your high was coming so fast, your panting louder as your body began to shake. Xavier clearly noticed this, pulling his fingers out at the last second to rub them against your folds, purposely avoiding your clit. You groan out in protest and he shakes his head at that, "Use your words baby. What do you want?"

You have no shame holding his gaze when you speak, "I want you to make me cum. Please."

He smirks at you, "good girl."

You don't expect it when he plunges his fingers into you and begins a deep pace that has you back on edge. Your moans get louder and your nails dig into him when you finally reach your climax.

You feel like you had the life fucked out of you, but it was hardly over. Xavier brings his hand filled with your juices to his lips and sucks them clean. That makes you only want him even more, and you get on your knees in front of him. Reaching the hem of his shirt to help him take it off and then the next moment you're both naked and making out once again.

You both can't get enough of touching each other everywhere.

Xavier positions you on your hands and knees in front of the camera. You both moan when he begins to rub himself against your folds. None of you seemed to care that he wasn't even wearing a condom, you just wanted him inside you already.

"I want you inside me," you whine and Xavier hums in response, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you push your hips purposely back into his and feel the head of his cock dipping in. He lets out a grunt before tightening his grip on one of your hips and then slowly begin pushing in.

Your mouth falls open as your face scrunches up while he stretches you out inch by inch. Xavier was definitely more on the larger side, so you needed time to adjust. You can't help but let out little whines and pants, before turning your head around to look up at him from behind you. He felt like he could come just like this, the look on your face enough to send him over the edge.

"You're taking me so well baby," he praises as he finally bottoms out inside you.

At some point, you can't remember how many times you've came already. Xavier was relentless, changing the pace each time he made you cum.

“Look at the camera,” Xavier grunts hoarsely as he grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You let out a moan as you lift back to rest on your forearms, arching your back and looking at yourself on the camera.

You looked more fucked out of your mind than you usually do in your typical content. You could see the skin around your eyes turning red from the tears, the blush on your cheeks and the way your reddened lips hang open with drool threatening to spill from the corners. And this is all due to the cause of one thing.

“X-Xavier,” you can’t help but moan out his name, knowing you’re going to have to cut that part out later to keep his identity a secret. He groans in response, his thrusts not stopping their pace, you feel him kissing your cervix with each one. He pulls out slightly more than halfway and then goes in with a grind at the end of each one.

“Yes,” he’s breathless, “yes, baby.” You stare at the his sculpted body from behind you through the camera, biting your lip and whimpering as you can only see his mouth hang open. The rest of his face cut off from his height on his knees and the fact that this is how you’ll keep his identity a secret when you post it. But it’s hard when you can feel his name on the tip of your tongue once again, you want to chant it like a mantra. You want to see him.

Fuck it.

You shake your head slightly and feel his grip loosen on your hair, and you turn your head around to look at him. The sight of him alone has you clenching around him and your eyes rolling, he was glistening with sweat and the look in his hooded eyes was darker than you’ve ever seen. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. Upon seeing your face as well, Xavier couldn’t help but moan, his brows furrowing, and he grips your hips tighter. You looked so beautiful like this, just like this for him.

You begin pushing yourself back into him again to meet his thrusts halfway and your mouth hangs open once again. Both of you held eye contact, not bothering to even remember that the camera was still rolling with your face not in it.

“Xavier you feel so good,” you slur your words as you feel so drunk off of every thrust he gives you. His dick was touching places you couldn’t yourself. Xavier was thinking the same thing, your pussy was sucking him in and he felt its pulse with every movement. The way you moaned his name made him even more feral. You felt what he was feeling and now he was never going to let you go.

“Fuck it,” he says under his breath and you gasp as he suddenly presses forward and his chest is against your back. He wraps his bicep around your neck, using his elbow to prop him up as the lock around the front of your neck has you facing towards the cameras once again.

“Like that,” you moan loudly as he continues to pound into you, squeezing your neck and face in his arm. Xavier’s face was showing in the frame now, he no longer cared to hide while fucking you for your content. This felt personal now.

You can feel his breath in your ear as he pants and grunts right next to it. Yet you still can’t take your eyes off him on the monitor, watching him turn his head to nip at the shell of your ear and you can see his smirk forming as he makes a ‘hmph’ sound.

“Like this,” he grunts as you feel his other arm reach down under you and find your clit. You squeal at the sensation added with everything else and if it weren’t for Xavier pressing you into this position, you would have collapsed.

“Mmhmm,” you hum as he works you better than you can do with yourself and your toys.

“Look at us baby,” Xavier’s head is right next to yours on the frame, both of you flushed, “we’re perfect together, this pussy was made for me. Gonna fill you with my cum and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

He accentuates the last two words with two hard thrusts. All you can do is choke on your own words as your vision goes white and you feel your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan of your name before you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.

You both are panting and sweaty as you guys collapse and lay there for a second. You feel like you can't move. Xavier kisses your shoulder before getting up and clicking the end of the recording on the camera. He walks out of sight before coming back with a warm towel as he gently helps clean you up.

Xavier goes back to being the sweet man he's always been. And as he comes back into bed to cuddle with you, you realize you guys aren't going to be just friends.

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End Of Her Rope.

°•☆•° - Paige Bueckers x Ex-Wife Reader (Brazilian)

°•☆•° - In which your life as Paige’s Ex-Wife and baby mama leaves you dangerously overworked and at the end of your rope, so you call the blonde for backup.

°•☆•° - I couldn’t figure out what I wanted ‘you’ to look like, so I just ended up basing it off of an OC I already made��

°•☆•° - 3,075 words

Part 2 | Part 3

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The divorce was messy, but needed. Paige had her career to focus on, her whole life, you didn’t. Her agent made sure you knew that when they called you in. They claimed they only wanted to do what was best for her, and they knew you would too.

Of course you would.

You had your time to shine. You were one of the top soccer players at UCONN, then you got hurt. You had the looks, the family name, the ancestry, the backstory, but that's all you were.

A story.

Paige was making history. She was going to be history. She didn’t need some burnt-out Ex, and two kids attached to that.

And still through it all, she stuck around. She paid child support, weekly, even after you told her she didn’t have to. You even once sent the money back, which ended in Paige setting up a one-way transfer account. You didn’t argue again.

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It was a Wednesday, meaning the kids were at your place, late at night, well past their bedtime. You got the girls during the week, and Paige got them on the weekends. Easy as that.

You were tired, having worked overtime the last two weeks at your job to get shit done just for some new company to come in and take over. The house was a mess, the kids were crazy, the dogs were wound up, and you were well over it.

So you called her.

Incoming call from ‘Pretty Mama🤍’

Paige sat on her couch watching mindless TV when her phone started to ring. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was you. “What’s up?”

"Is it too late for that abortion?"

Oh, good lord.

Paige let out a sigh, running a hand through her hair as she flicked off the TV, putting her full attention on the call. “What did the kids do this time? Are they still awake?”

“Yes.”

Paige could hear the frustration and tiredness in her ex's voice. “Want me to come over? I can put the kids to bed for you. They aren’t listening to you, are they?”

You huffed, tossing a rag over your shoulder as you moved to sit on the stairs. "It's like they know when I'm at my fucking breaking point"

Paige could hear the distress in your voice, a familiar feeling. She knew this all too well. “How much caffeine have you had today?”

"Not the point."

“No, that is the point. I can hear the irritation in your voice; you’re frustrated. You probably had a long shift, worked hard, came home, and got yelled at by our crazy kids, and let me guess the house is a mess, and you’re sitting in the middle of it because you’re too stressed to pick anything up?

“Fuck you.”

Paige let out a sigh. The fact that you couldn’t deny any of it is a win in her book. “Ma, why don’t I come over? I can get the kids to sleep and clean the house for you? You just need to put your feet up and relax for a bit."

You sighed, long and heavy, running a hand through your messed up messy bun. “It's..it's fine. Just..I'm gonna give Zahria the phone, will you just talk to her?”

Paige’s heart squeezed. Knowing what this meant, you were reaching the end of your rope. And fast. “Yeah…I’ll talk to her.”

After a moment of shuffling around, you got their 9-year-old daughter on the phone. “Hey, Mommy,” Zahria greeted her happily.

“Hi, my little angel,” Paige greeted back. “Are you being a good girl for Mama?” She asked.

“Yeah!” Zahria responded. “I helped with dinner tonight and ate all the yucky vegetables on my plate!” She told her proud of herself.

“Good girl.” Paige praised her. “Are you ready for bed and everything?” She knew Zahria didn’t go to bed without a good 10-minute argument.

“Ugh, no!” Zahria whined, her happiness quickly vanishing. “It’s only 8:30! I’m not tired at allllll! I want to stay up!”

“No.” Paige shut her down fast. “You need to go to bed, you have school, and a big girl like you needs to rest to have the energy to learn tomorrow. No arguments.”

“But mooooom,” Zahria whined again. “Can I just stay up five more minutes? Puh-lease?”

“Five minutes is all.” Paige relented. “And that means you go straight to sleep. No fighting me on it. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Zahria agreed. It was quite possibly the easiest she’s come to agreeing to go to bed.

The a faint and muffled 'god damn it' came through the phone. Your voice.

Paige’s heart squeezed again. She could hear you losing it again. She knew this was the breaking point for her ex.

"Zahria, can you run downstairs and grab the Lysol, please? Leave it in the bathroom, don't come in here."

“Yeah, okay, mama.” There was some shuffling as the phone changed hands again.

Some more shuffling. A door closed. And then a sigh. You were on the line again.

"Glad she listens to someone."

“Only because it wasn’t you who asked,” Paige replied. “How are you holding up?”

"I have fresh vomit in my bra, I think I'm doing just fine."

“Lovely…” Paige sighed. She knew that you were close to your breaking point. “You’re overloading yourself again.”

"I don't have a fucking choice." You spoke back in the same tone.

“You do,” Paige said in the same tone. “You’re pushing yourself past your limits, Ma.”

A soft 'thank you, baby' came muttered from you as Zahria came back with the cleaner, followed by a deep and heavy sigh.

“Is the place still a mess?” Paige asked softly. She heard you sigh, and her heart squeezed again. It pained her to hear you like this.

"I'll take care of it."

“No, you won’t.” Paige immediately shut down that idea. “You always say that, and you never do. You’re too tired.”

“Paige-”

“No.” Paige interrupted. “I’m coming over. Take a shower. Relax. You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, baby.”

"The kids are awake, it's late, the house is a mess, you don't need to be here-"

“That’s all the more reason for me to be there tonight,” Paige said firmly. “You need help. I’m coming over and you’re not going to stop me.”

"Paige, please-"

“Please, what? Let you run yourself into the ground? This isn’t new. I know how you are. You don’t stop. You don’t take a break. You overwork yourself. You’re miserable and you can’t see that you’re too hard on yourself.” She scolded you.

“Just…” she sighed. “Let me come over. I’ll put the kids to bed. Clean up and you can relax. You need to stop for one night.”

“...Fine.”

“I’ll be over in 10. Don’t argue with me.” Then she ended the call and let out a sigh.

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You had just gotten out of the shower when Paige arrived and let herself in. You stood at the top of the stairs, just watching, but not really. You weren’t looking at anything at all. Your mind stuck in a daze. Then you started to sway, just slightly, but enough.

“Ma?” Paige looked up the stairs and noticed you were swaying. She could see the exhaustion and stress radiating off of you from all the way downstairs.

Immediately, she took off up the stairs. “Come on.” She said in a soft voice. “Let's get you in bed.”

“What…”

“You need to sleep.” Paige gently took hold of your arm and started to lead you to the bedroom. Your legs were wobbly and seemed like they were close to giving out.

Paige led you into the bedroom and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were slightly glazed over from the exhaustion. “Lie down,” Paige instructed, her voice soft.

"But what about.."

“But what about what?” Paige could already guess what you were going to say. She knew you, you wouldn’t do anything until the kids were in bed. Hell, even after them, you would go around cleaning up the whole house.

"The girls...Zahria needs her homework checked, and Medora just threw up, so I have to check her temperature to see if she can go to school. Then gotta make lunches, and clean up dinner...then laundry...is it laundry day? Then then...um...I gotta..."

“Woah woah woah.” Paige quickly stopped you. This was exactly what she was expecting. “No. You’re done for the night. You’re not doing anything else but sleeping.”

“You’re exhausted.” Paige took hold of your shoulders and gently guided you back to a lying position. You felt like dead weight, like you didn’t even have the energy to hold yourself up anymore.

"just...needa minute..."

“No,” Paige said, being firm but gentle. “You need to sleep. You won’t even be able to form coherent sentences in a minute. Let alone get up and continue doing things.”

Your eyes went glossy with sleep, but also longing. Then they fluttered, feeling heavier and heavier by the second. You missed what the two of you used to have. That kind of love, that connection.

Paige continued to watch you and saw your eyes begin to shut again, this time heavier and slower.

Her heart squeezed as she took in her ex’s appearance. You looked so tired, completely drained from the day. Paige knew that you would push and push until you collapsed. Then you’d push yourself harder. It was a problem.

In a moment of weakness, Paige found herself reaching out to brush some of your hair away from your face. The action was purely on instinct. She used to do this when you were still together and you couldn’t sleep.

Her hand lingered on your face for a few seconds before snapping back to her body.

What was she doing?

Your final words were mumbled and incoherent before she completely fell asleep.

Even though your words were incomprehensible, Paige still knew what they were.

Thank you.

She knew once you fell asleep, you were out like a light. There was no waking you up until the next day.

Paige let out a sigh as a wave of nostalgia washed over her. She could tell you to take a break and slow down a thousand times, but you would never listen.

With you finally asleep, Paige got up from the side of the bed, deciding to go check on the kids.

She quietly closed the door behind her and went to check on the children.

Walking down the hall, Paige first stopped at Medora’s room. She knocked on the door softly and slowly pushed the door open.

“Hey, sweetheart.” She said, peeking her head through the door.

Medora was fast asleep with her favorite bunny in her hand. It was the bunny you had bought her during their relationship. She was a sound sleeper, just like you.

But she looked so much like Paige. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her smile, and still your curls fought hard to make themselves known on her little head.

Paige smiled softly, then backed out of the room. Next, she walked across the hall to where Zahria’s room was.

Opening the door, she peeked into Zahria’s room. To her surprise, Zahria was still up. “Hey angel.” Paige greeted her softly, walking over and sitting next to her on the bed.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Paige inquired, giving her a soft smile. Zahria was very obviously watching something on her phone.

“I’m not sleepy,” Zahria answered, quickly shutting her phone off. “I don’t want to go to bed.” The 9-year-old said with a pout.

She was like a carbon copy of you. Your dark hair, your curls, your tanned skin, your almost magical gaze.

“Oh yeah?” Paige questioned with a soft smirk. “And why’s that?” She asked, gently poking Zahria’s side.

“Cause it’s too early!” Zahria said, swatting at her and giggling. “I wanna stay awake!”

“Alright, alright.” Paige relented. She knew it was best to just give in to Zahria. Even if they had made that 'five more minutes' agreement earlier.

“Get your homework and let me see.” She said, keeping her tone gentle but firm.

Zahria sat up properly and began to dig through her backpack for her homework. After a few seconds, she pulled out her folder and handed it to Paige, still pouting.

Paige took the folder and opened it to look through the schoolwork. She knew Zahria was a smart girl. It was one of the many things she took after you.

“Mama made you a list?” She asked, noticing the list of math problems.

“Yeah, “ Zahria spoke up, a slight hint of annoyance in her tone. “Apparently, I was doing my math ‘too fast’ so mom thinks I’m not paying attention to the problems.” She explained.

Paige let out a soft sigh, closing the folder and placing it on the nightstand. “She just wanted you to do it right. She’s looking out for you.” She said softly, gently guiding Zahria to lie down.

Once Zahria was laid down, Paige pulled the blanket over her. “No reading or looking through your phone. You need to sleep.” She sternly warned her, seeing the slight look of defiance on her face.

“And I’m going to check to make sure,” She said, pointing a finger at Zahria, as if to say, ‘Don’t you dare try to get away with reading or looking at your phone.’

Zahria huffed and dramatically flopped back onto the pillow. “Fine.” She said with a defeated sigh.

“Good,” Paige said. She stood up and checked to make sure Zahria was all covered and had her bunny within reach, and quietly left the room.

Once out of Zahria’s room, Paige shut the door gently behind her. She didn’t need to worry about waking the kids up. They were both very sound sleepers, just like you.

She walked down the hall to check on Medora one more time before going back to check on you.

You had shifted to your side, still out like a light. Although there was a deep blue something wrapped up in your arms, held tightly against your chest.

One of Paige's old hoodies. From college. From when they were still together.

Paige stopped dead in her tracks once she took in the sight. You were holding one of her old college hoodies in a tight grip, like it was a lifeline.

Her heart ached, seeing the old article of clothing being smothered by her ex. A part of her felt a twisted sense of hope.

Paige wanted to take the hoodie and throw it away. Her mind was telling her to. But her heart, her heart was another story. That one wanted her to let you hold it. It wanted her to leave it right in your grasp.

She slowly and quietly walked over to the bed, being sure that her steps didn’t bring you out of your deep slumber.

She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to you. She studied your face, noticing how much more relaxed it looked when you were asleep. There was a soft, somewhat peaceful expression on your face.

Her eyes lingered on the hoodie, wrapped up in your arms, pressed against your chest. It was almost like you were holding Paige again.

Paige stayed on the edge of the bed, the image of you holding the old hoodie stuck in her mind. It was hard for her to take her eyes off it.

In a moment of weakness, she slowly lay down next to you, trying not to disturb you.

You shifted anyway, a soft, jumbled sound coming from the back of your throat. "Hm..?"

“Shhh…” Paige hushed you gently, trying not to break the moment. Her voice came out in a quieter tone, barely above a whisper. “Go back to sleep.”

"whatdoin.."

“Nothing,” Paige said softly. She was lying on her side, facing you. Their faces were only inches apart. With you facing her and Paige lying right next to you, it was like a little cocoon surrounded just by the two of them.

You moved closer to Paige in your sleepy haze, like two magnets coming together. It seemed as if your body was moving on instinct. Your head now rested against Paige’s chest, and her arm lay across your waist.

Paige didn’t reject you. In fact, she pulled you closer.

“Hm..”

“Shhh…” Paige slowly began to run her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle. Her other arm wrapped around you and held you close. “I got you…” She whispered.

"...obrigado.." (Thank you.)

“Eu sei. Você está segura.“ (I know. You are safe.) Paige responded softly. Her fingers continued to run through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

"..you 'member.."

Paige smiled softly, her hand slowing for a moment, before resuming the rhythm of her fingers running through your hair. “Of course I remember.” She said softly, a hint of affection in her voice.

“...Stay.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Paige responded with a soft laugh. She knew you were still half asleep, probably incoherent. There was no way she would leave regardless of what you said, though.

"..ever..stay ever.."

Paige’s heart skipped at your words. Did she mean it?

She held onto you tighter, her arms wrapped around your body. She would hold you all night if she had to. “I’ll stay.” She whispered, her voice a soft reassurance.

“Mhm..”

Paige kept her limbs around you, trapping you in a gentle embrace. Your head was still nestled against her chest, and Paige’s nose was buried in your hair.

She inhaled, the familiar scent bringing back a flood of memories. She felt a sense of comfort, having you so close.

Your last words before you fell back asleep were two plain and simple words.

"...love you"

Paige’s heart almost leapt out of her chest when she heard those words. She froze for a second, unsure of whether she heard you correctly.

But she did. She heard every word.

“I love you too…” She whispered back, her tone soft and full of emotion.

And with that, you were out like a light.

Paige continued to hold you in her arms, her grip on you not loosening. Her heart was pounding as she took in your words. ‘I love you..’

She knew you were asleep and probably didn’t realize what you were saying. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t meaningful.

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womanofwords · 3 days ago

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Frozen Heart (Part 16)

TW: yandere behaviour, infantilism.

Bruce sat you next to him during breakfast, trying to feed you pancakes. He was probably just loving that your arm was broken, judging by the smirk on his face.

"You are doing such a good job of eating your breakfast," Bruce cooed.

"Not interested in being Daddy's favourite, but thanks," you snark, in between mouthfuls. "Wouldn't want to take Damian's spot."

"You think Damian's my favourite?" Bruce asked.

"He's your mini-me. He's cold and heartless, like you. When I see you, I see him, and when I see him, I see you. He is yours."

Damian stared down at his cereal. This was part of the reason why you didn't like him. He reminded you of the father that didn't give you the time of day. Then again, the stuff he had done didn't help. If only he could do this again, redo the time he had with you again. He could be the sweet little brother that defended you from mean paparazzi and asked to take naps in your room. You were in need of care.

"Here you go, Y/N," Damian said, offering you a cookie. You picked it up and sniffed it.

"Is this poisoned?" you asked.

Damian's jaw fell open. Dick, Jason, and Tim snickered quietly behind you. "No, Y/N. I didn't tamper with the cookie," Damian promised.

"Then why did you give it to me? Is there a razor blade? A kid at my school shoved thumb tacks into an apple and gave it to me. Did you give me thumb tacks inside a cookie?"

Nobody was laughing now. This was a rare insight into your life and outlook, the sad one that they now got heartbreaking glimpses into. "No, Y/N, there are no thumbtacks or any sharp objects. It's OK to eat it," Damian promised.

"Y/N, would you like me to check what's inside your cookie?" Duke asked. "One of my powers is X-ray vision. If there's something wrong, I'll see it."

Your eyes grew wide. "You can do that?"

"Of course. But if you don't want me to-"

"Please check it!" You all but thrust the cookie into his hands. "I trust you, Duke."

The rest of the table struggled to split their attention between you and Duke, heads moving like the spectators at a tennis match. Duke was able to look at you without you scowling, touch you without you flinching away, and now he was trusted with your food.

They were going to kill him.

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Duke whistled as he left your room. You were doing such a good job of trusting him. Today, you were trusting him with a cookie. But soon, you would trust him with everything.

"We need to talk," Dick said. Duke turned around to see Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Bruce behind him. They all looked murderous.

"Can I help you?" Duke asked.

"What did you do to Y/N? You need to tell us what you did to have them want you around," Dick said. "I've been trying so hard and they're reduced me to tears twice!"

"They smiled at you, Duke," Damian said. "They trusted you with food. They don't fear or hate you or resent you."

"Duke." Bruce's voice came in clearly, making everyone else quiet down "Y/N seems interested in your powers. Are you using your powers to entice them or take advantage of them?"

Duke scoffed. "You're way overthinking it. I just made myself into a safe, non-crazy person so they would trust me and ask for me. I don't play detective or therapist, I just . . . soothed them. You guys have been full-on and all in, and it's scaring them."

Alfred walked by with arms laden with snacks. Your favourites. "Master Duke, Y/N wants to see you in their room. They said that they wanted to see the pretty spirals again."

"I have to go," Duke said. "Y/N wants me."

Duke left them all where they stood, seething with rage. He wiped the smug look off his face before he went to see you, though.

"There you are!" Duke smiled, as you giggled. "Wanna eat snacks together?"

"Yeah!" You were conscious of your smiles at Duke, but you couldn't help it. You'd never had a big brother before, and it was so much fun!

"Say aah," Duke warbled, bringing a snack to your lips. You opened your mouth, accepting the sweet treat without hesitation. "Sweet child, oh I love you so!"

"Huh?" You raised a confused eyebrow; why was Duke calling you sweet? But you went with it; Duke was harmless.

"Oh, you are so good and so cute. I'm going to put you into these blankets and make sure you don't get sick." Duke wrapped you in blankets, so tightly that you could not move the few parts of your body that weren't broken. You didn't care, though. Your big brother was looking after you and it felt so good.

"I want you to look after me, Duke, not them," you said. "They're so suffocating."

Duke smiled. "That makes so much sense, little one."

"Hello, Y/N," Damian said, dragging a blanket in with him. "What are you doing here with Duke?"

"Taking a nap," you said.

"Good. So am I," Damian said. "I will stay with you for the duration of this nap."

"No thanks, Damian. I try to avoid seeing you just before sleeping, because it infects my sleep and I have nightmares about failed exorcisms and dogs chasing me down hallways that stretch away from me," you said.

Duke bit his tongue, but Damian still saw a smirk retreat from the metahuman's face. "I'll make sure he doesn't face you," he soothed.

"That would be nice," you said.

Damian panicked. "Y/N, I need to make sure you're OK! I can't leave you alone with Duke and Alfred! I'm your blood sibling!"

"You didn't care about that when you were spilling my blood. Go have your nap in another room."

One minute, Damian was in your room. The next minute, the little hellspawn was outside like any dog. You smiled into your blanket.

"Thank you, Duke," you said.

"You're welcome, little one. You can take your little naps in peace," Duke said. "Any worries you have? Need anything?"

"No," you said, as your breathing evened out. "Thank you so much."

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Duke left the door to your room open and allowed your father and siblings to look at your sleeping form. "You denied me of this picture of innocence," Damian said. "If I could kill you without making a sound that wakes Y/N, I would do it without a second thought."

"So cute," Dick said, already tearing up.

"I know," Stephanie said. "When will it be our turn? Duke is hogging them."

"I just responded when they asked for me," Duke said, pouring salt into open wounds.

"Great. How are we supposed to make that happen, Duke?" Tim demanded. "Y/N hates us. Like, really hates us."

"Make yourselves useful," Duke said. "Y/N will tolerate you if they need you. Make them need you. Give yourselves a job and don't go overboard. Don't just go in asking for snuggles and giving out pet names."

"If we need jobs to be in Y/N's life, then we can do that," Bruce said. "I had thought that being their daddy was enough, but clearly I need more leverage. That is certainly doable."

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cursedcola · 2 days ago

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ALRIGHT EVERYONE!

Nobody asked - but I broke down the construction of Epel’s cardigan from the sleepwear card as best I was able (aka. Me zooming in on him and staring very intensely).

This is the pattern idea I’ve come up with and a few grid charts. This is not finished, but what I’m going forward with to make his coat this month. My goal is to be done by the end of June.

So. Looking close at his sleeves - the closest resemblance we’ll get in the crochet world is the honeycomb stitch for the argyle diamonds. My plan is to break his sleeve into fourths. Three large panels of honey comb for the diamonds, and two smaller panels of a curved half-double-crochet to create dividers. The cardigan is clearly oversized on him, and even if it’s because of his smaller stature - I want to be SWAMPED in this thing. So the cuffs need to be CHUNKY. I’ll be going in with either a ribbed stitch, or a back stitch of double crochet. When the time comes I’ll test both to see which looks better.

Now - we’ve got the granny squares.

Looking at my little dude - we can see that they’re not just the front panel. They’re going on the back as well. Since I can’t see behind him, I’m going to take creative liberty and make one large panel of honeycomb stitch to be a central strip on the back. The front panels and side panels are going to be made of jumbo cranny squares.

For those of y’all who don’t crochet - the average granny square is about 25x25 stitches. Except oversized cardis use 8 of these bad boys per front panel. So since Epel has only four on each side, that means those squares gotta be JUMBO.

Zooming in - we see that the patterns are more embroidered. They’ve got texture. Since we’re crocheting, the best way to achieve this is to do pixel crochet for the squares and then go over the designs with a basic embroider stitch. This can be any of your choosing - I’ve yet to pick but will note what I want when the time comes.

There are THREE types of squares on Epel’s coat. I’m just calling them blossom, diamond, and apple. Since there are only three, it would have been difficult to make an entire back with them without having two of a kind touching or diagonal from each other (this is personal preference. I hate how this looks) which is why I’ve decided to go for that middle panel of honeycomb stitch.

The rest of the cardigan seems simple enough. The collar and trim is likely a simple ribbing, and those look like classic farmhouse wooden buttons if I’ve ever seen them.

EDIT (5/6/25): So. Complete change of plan for the sleeves now that I’ve gotten some sleep and thought on it. There’s a cable-knit stitch in the crochet world that closely resembles knit cables. Also lattice stitch or Tunisian crochet can be used for the diamond pattern. So if you want simple/beginner then do the honeycomb with a twisted hdc. If you want advanced then mix the cable-stitch with lattice.

Now - let’s talk materials.

I’m going with acrylic for this. Would it be absolutely divine as wool or a nice, dense alpaca blend? Definitely. I bet that’s what Epel has since his family runs a farm.

I am broke so I’ll be going in with a medium - weight acrylic, hook size 6, and all the granny squares will be done with basic hdc. Although acrylic is a bit itchy - id any of y’all choose to do this? Soak that finished product in a fabric softener solution. It’s a few dollars and your project will lose that scratchy texture. Just don’t let it hang out in the bath too long or the fibers will loosen more than you’d like.

^^^^ This is my general eyeball for how I’ll be constructing this piece. There aren’t any measurements since I’ve get to get my yarn and do a gauge…also, I’m not too sure how oversized I want this. I want to be swamped but not weighed down so hmm…

I don’t know how many of y’all like to crochet or do fibre arts - but I fell in love with this coat the moment I saw it and knew it had to be mine. I’m the impatient sort, and already ordered my supplies despite telling myself to wait. Pixel crochet does take a hot minute, so I’m hoping for June but the finished product will likely be more around late-july or august. Just in time for fall and market living where I live!

I could go quicker - but uh, I work as a bridal tailor and Run my own small shop off this app. I spend most of my day sewing lol. It’s been a hot minute since I made something for me, but dang it Epel made it look so cute. I just have to.

No one’s asking, but I’ll be updating. I’m literally so excited and my package of supplies can’t get here quick enough

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #pomefiore #crochet #fibre arts #IM MAKING THE COAT YALL

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mia-maybank · 2 days ago

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I Have A Feeling You Got Everything You Wanted: Part 2 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Fem!reader ( 2.2k words)

The sidemen charity match , a gorgeous ex-boyfriend with a mullet and his entire friendgroup scattered around the stands to avoid ... what could ever go wrong?

warnings: angst (they will get their happiness eventually I promise), hints of poor mental health but it's not a heavy focus, arguing.

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Thank you guys so much for the love on the first part! I hope you enjoy this part just as much <3 (also why is trying to write a breakup where both people come out of it looking like a good person so hard help)

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Time feels like it stands still as I shrink under the gaze of the very people I had been intending to avoid at all costs today. I felt like a deer in headlights, a child caught in the act of doing something I wasn't meant to, although I had technically done absolutely nothing wrong, except miss my ex-boyfriend.

The awkward silence stretches on, until Chris, seeming to realise that nobody is eager to be the one to break the silence, clears his throat and turns to look at the crowd of boys behind him.

"Uh, are you guys okay to give us 2 minutes?" he asks, and my stomach drops with a mix of relief at the thought of not being under the scrutinous gaze of all 6 guys any longer, but also dread at the thought of watching George walk away. Again.

2 Months Ago

I sit on the edge of my shared bed with George, picking at my fingers nervously whilst he paces the length of the bedroom, hands intertwined in the ends of his mullet. Usually, when my anxiety heightens and my tendency to pick my fingers raw and red takes over, George is straight over to cradle my hands and soothe my nerves with soft kisses to my knuckles and gentle whispers. Now, however, he can barely look at me, eyes darting around the room restlessly, never landing on one place for too long.

"I just don't like what's happened to us lately" I continue on with the half-conversation-half-argument that has seemed to go around in circles for the last hour, with neither one of us willing to back down, both too stubborn and passionate. It funny, the way the world works; the two traits that once brought us together in the beginning, when times were simpler and we could still dance around the pressures that life threatened to impose, are now the very qualities that may destroy our relationship entirely.

"We've been fine" George argues, sighing from across the room like he's tired of this argument. Usually, he would always hear me out and respect my opinion with the utmost tenderness and follow up with action to prove that he listened to me, however the strain that has loomed over our relationship for the last 2 weeks has taken a toll upon him just as much as it has me. "I've just been busier because I've had shoots with the sidemen - you know I would never avoid you on purpose."

"I know you haven't meant to George, but you have to understand how shit it feels to be pushed to the side suddenly because of work opportunities!" My voice rises now, frustration taking over the rational side of my brain as I felt like I wasn't being heard - something I wasn't used to with George, who was usually so attentive.

"Well maybe you need to understand how shit it feels to be trying to balance constant work commitments, friends, family and a girlfriend when everybody expects you to be perfect!" he snaps back, his face dropping when I flinch back. He tentatively takes a step towards me, and when I don't flinch again, he kneels in front of the bed, grasping my hands in his own and gazing up at me with a look so tender that my heart nearly wrenches straight out of my chest.

"Look, I think we’re trying to love each other in ways the other person doesn’t need.” his voice is tender, so tender that it almost doesn't match the cruel words he had previously uttered. "I think maybe we just need a break."

My heart drops at the dreaded words, tears springing to my eyes. But then I look at George's tear-stained, earnest face and know in that instant that I will do anything for this man, even if it involves ripping my heart straight out of my chest over and over.

"Okay" I whisper, my voice cracking. "We'll take a break." He knocks his forehead gently against mine and I close my eyes, savouring his warmth against mine. I don't open my eyes when he kisses my forehead, slow and lingering, like he doesn't want to let go, and finally look up just in time to see him leave.

A day passes. I mope in bed. Then comes a week. I finally give up hope of any of our friend group reaching out to me. Then a month. I decide to leave the house for the first time since the breakup but can't find the motivation to make it out of the door. Then two months. And I give up completely.

One by one, the guys take Chris' not so subtle hint and leave. Simon looks between the two of us with poorly-concealed curiosity before turning away, patting George on the shoulder reassuringly as he leaves. Ethan and Max follow quickly, muttering between themselves, whilst Tobi offers me a reassuring smile and Harry a small nod before they continue up the stairs.

George doesn't move.

He finally unfreezes, relaxing his posture and turning towards Chris, his facial expression still irritatingly unreadable.

"Are you okay to give us a minute, mate?" he asks Chris, his voice taking on that gentle tone again that takes me back to the last time we spoke. Chris nods, stepping towards George and whispering something into his ear that makes his face crumple in concern before Chris turns back to me. "We will catch up later properly, alright?" the hopeful tone of his voice chips at the cage I've built around my heart the last two months and I nod, watching him break out in a relieved grin before he heads in the direction of what I guess is the changing rooms.

The silence lingers for a moment , both of us unable to stray our eyes away from each other or form a coherent sentence.

"Hi" I finally settle on. Hi? You've fantasised about this moment for the past 2 months and the best you can come up with is hi? I mentally scold myself, but to my relief his face breaks out into a soft, almost fond smile. God, I've missed that smile so fucking much.

"Hi" he echoes, and I melt inside as the sound of his voice greets my ears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you on your big day" I apologise, suddenly self-conscious of how psychopathic sneaking around a football match that my ex-boyfriend is playing in seems. "I was planning on just coming to watch quietly and then slipping out without causing a scene, I guess that didn't really go to plan though".

He laughs softly, the sound a soothing melody to my lingering anxieties. "Yeah, you never were the plan maker for good reason". The past tense hurts more than I care to admit, but I force myself to brush it off as he continues to speak. "I'm sorry that you felt like you had to hide from everyone though, we all would have been really happy to see you."

He lets that statement settle for a moment, sitting on a step before patting the spot next to him. I sit down, close enough that our knees knock, and when he doesn't pull away I feel like a teenager with a crush on the boy sat net to her in class. He keeps his gaze steadily trained on mine, continuing with a much more raw, vulnerable edge to his voice now. "We all really miss you, y'know. I miss you".

I can't help the flame of anger that sparks in my chest at the clearly false sentiment, because if they missed me, why did nobody call?

"But...but you didn't call me George" I can't disguise the plain sadness that fills my tone, avoiding his eyes. "Two months and not one person called or text me ... not once."

When I finally dare to look up, I'm surprised to see tears in his eyes and a flare of panic jolts through my chest at the thought that I might of upset him. I apologise quickly, but he shakes his head softly, his expression only saddening further.

"Don't you dare apologise" he finally utters, causing me to blink in surprise. "Chris told me about how you haven't left your flat since the breakup".

The concern and tears in his eyes suddenly make sense. "That snitching bastard, so that's what he whispered to you" I groan in exasperation and embarrassment, hiding my face in my hands.

He giggles gently, tugging my hands slowly from my face, the sudden contact sending shockwaves of electricity through my body, before much to my disappointment he drops my hands and a serious expression takes over his face once more.

"I'm so, so sorry that you felt isolated like that. Everybody presumed you wanted to be left alone and had moved on with different friends and a new life, but that was a fucking stupid assumption to make and we should have known better and reached out. I hate the thought of you all alone this entire time."

I don't know quite when it happened, but one minute I'm staring at him wordlessly as I process his words and the next I'm violently sobbing. He only hesitates for a fraction of a second before pulling me in, shielding me in his toned arms as I weep into his shoulder and dampen his shirt.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" he keeps murmuring, and it's not until my sobs subside slightly 15 minutes later that I feel the dampness on the top of my head and realise that he is crying to.

Pulling back just enough to be able to see his expression and wipe the tears gently from his cheeks, I take shuddering breaths and he continues to hold me soothingly, one hand rubbing my back whilst his other thumb draws circles on my waist.

"I missed you" I finally feel brave enough to whisper into the air between us and he instantly pulls me back into a tight embrace.

"That argument two months ago" he murmurs into my hair, rocking us soothingly back and forth. "I've regretted every word I said every single day since. Every. Single. One."

I sniffle into his chest, nodding in agreement. "Me too."

"I wanted to reach out so badly" he admits, continuing to rock me slowly. "I thought you were better off without me, so I didn't. But I know I fucked up now. I carried on with living and filming with our friends like you hadn't just vanished off the face of the earth since our argument and that was so, so fucked up of me to do" his breath hitches and we slowly pull away from each other, assuming our much less intimate positions sat side by side on the steps.

I already missed his warmth, so I knocked my leg against his own, relieved when he pressed his skin against mine like he needed the contact just as much as I did.

"I did miss being a part of everything" I admit into the quietness of the corridor. "My youtube career, my friendship, me and you ... it all felt like it fell apart that day." I can barely stand to look at him, for the amount of guilt and pain his expression holds is almost unbearable.

"I'd like to prove to you again that you still have all that" he mutters almost shyly.

"Huh?" I furrow my brows, not understanding his statement.

"Your channel. Your friends. Me.. we are all still here if you want us." he lets out softly. "I know I sure as hell don't deserve your forgiveness but-".

"George" I interrupt softly before he can fall too far into his self-internalising guilt-fuelled spiral. "I messed up too. I could've reached out and I didn't."

His brow furrows. "Still not your fault" he counters, so familiarly stubborn that I almost giggle giddily despite the seriousness of the situation.

"Want to come say hi to everyone?" he asks almost sheepishly. "I know they all want to see you.. and we are going for drinks after.. only if you want to come, no pressure of course" he tacks on quickly at the end.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make it awkward or weird" I hesitate, doubt clawing at my insides.

"You won't, I promise" he sticks his pinkie out and I smile fondly at his childishness, linking my pinkie with his and allowing him to pull me up towards the lions den.

Well, here goes nothing.

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Part 3 will be out in the next few days wehehe ... also I feel like I suck at writing dialogue so I do apologise

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eyelessfaces · 2 days ago

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everyone deserves a chance

bob reynolds x reader

summary: The last time you had been face to face with Bob, you were convinced this was the last you would ever see of him, because deep down he was just as much. Because despite his glassy and bloodshot eyes looking at you one last time as you begged him not to, you knew this was bigger than you. Bigger than his own will. A desperate attempt at a new start.

tags: fluff, angst, oblivious idiots in love, friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of drugs and addiction, mental health, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.6k

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You never thought you would see him again.

The last time you had been face to face with Bob, you were convinced this was the last you would ever see of him, because deep down he was just as much.

Because despite his glassy and bloodshot eyes looking at you one last time as you begged him not to, you knew this was bigger than you. Bigger than his own will.

A desperate attempt at a new start.

His words stuck with you for the next few months he was gone.

They cut deeper than they should have.

You would see him in your dreams repeating that if you hadn’t mattered so much to him, he would have left for Malaysia without a single word, without even letting you know, just the way he did it for everyone else.

That he wanted to say it, owed you as much as a goodbye because you had been the only person that really ever had his back ever since high school.

You knew what he had gone through. You knew it had been foolish and innocent to expect you could just fix him. But you also knew that he did his best and if he figured starting a life in another country would be good for him, then you would let him, no matter how much having him disappear on you left a hollow place inside.

So when you saw him on the television at work when a customer switched it to the news channel, you almost dropped the cup of coffee you were in the middle of preparing. You had set it aside, stepping closer to the television hung on the wall to make sure you weren’t hallucinating it, to make sure it wasn’t your subconscious playing sick jokes on you by making you see him in other people.

But it was him. His hair was just a bit longer than when he faced you on your porch the night he said goodbye.

The first few seconds of realizing he was back in America had you unconsciously smiling, but the next few hours had you properly shattered.

How long had he been back?

Why didn’t he come see you?

Had this trip to Malaysia just been a way to cut you off and never look back on you?

You had done your job for the rest of your shift on autopilot, like a robot programmed to do so. Your mind was somewhere else completely as you were turning it all around in your head, desperately trying to make sense of it all. You had been buried so deep inside your own head that you didn’t even realize that your shift was over until your coworker shook you out of your thoughts and told you to get going.

You took the longest way home, picking the most impractical metro line just so you wouldn’t have to ponder about this back home and drive yourself crazy in your own space.

That didn’t stop you from doing so, but now you knew that you were going to have to come to terms with the fact that Bob doesn’t need you anymore.

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“Oh, some Bob guy asked for you yesterday”

You glance to the side, your heart skipping a beat and a wave of nervousness filling your torso as you suddenly stop wiping the counter clean. You blink, fazed, and watch as your coworker writes Robert on a cup. “What did he say?” you ask, your voice wavering slightly before you toss the dishcloth aside, lightly clearing your throat as you brace yourself.

She shrugs. “He looked like he didn’t really know what he wanted. Looked around for a bit, asked if you still worked here. Then kinda spaced out when I told him you weren’t here that day”

“Yeah, that would be him,” you mutter under your breath, taking the man’s payment.

“That Bob’s an ex?” she asks lifting an eyebrow as she prepares the man’s order.

You thank the man, tell him his order is coming up and sigh once you turn back to your coworker, scratching your forehead. “Uh, worse,” you joke.

She takes the answer with an amused smile, not asking for more. She calls out for the Robert in question once she’s finished with his order, and turns back to you once the man leaves with his cup. “Well, whatever that was, it seemed important”

—

Your friendship with Bob had worsened when you found out he was taking meth, but then again, you knew giving up on him wasn’t the solution.

Bob had been a good man since as long as you had known him, so it would have been unfair.

Then he was the one to give up on you.

But still, you couldn’t even entirely blame him, and even less as he sat in front of you.

Bob's eyes flicker along your face, a beaten expression painted over his own. You’re not sure what to say, or in fact you are just unsure of where to start.

But you’re not the one that is owed an explanation.

“I uh–” he clears his throat. “Do you remember the presentation we did in high school?” he eventually asks, fiddling with the coffee cup in front of him. “The one that made us become friends” he specifies with a nod, a small, weak smile growing over his face as he reflects on it.

You nod slowly, cautious. “Drugs,” you say. “It was on drug abuse” you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “It goes way back so you probably don't remember, but when we were done presenting it some girl raised her hand and said something like ‘Some people just don’t want help, they chose to do drugs, they don’t deserve sympathy’”

The statement makes you grimace, a sour scoff escaping your lips. It stings even more now considering the circumstances, but you wait for him to go on.

“And you said– you didn’t even hesitate and you said, ‘You don’t know what made them turn to drugs, no one chooses to be broken, everyone deserves a chance’” Bob nods, swallowing hard, pinching his lips into a small smile. He looks down at the coffee you made him, nodding again as he smiles before he looks back up at you.

“You don’t know it but it stuck with me for so long, and even more when I became an addict” he confesses with all the sincerity he could convey. You say nothing. Your chest tightens. “I wanted to be better. I really did. That’s why I left.”

Your gaze softens at his words, and it all comes crashing back on you when he dives in and tells you about it all – the lab thing being part of the reason he left for Malaysia, how it all went wrong, Sentry, the Void, his new– friends? Everything. As crazy as it sounds.

You let go of a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding once he’s done telling you all about it.

“This is insane,” you eventually murmur, rubbing a hand over your face. He tilts his head to the side in silent agreement. “But you do look better” you eventually say, granting him a genuine smile.

His mouth twists into a coy smile and he shrugs. “I’m past the meth thing”

“That’s… That’s good for you. I’m glad” you smile.

An ugly, awkward silence falls between the two of you. Charged with the weight of tension.

Way different than the comfortable silence you used to share by just existing within each other’s space.

You don’t know what you should say to him.

You don’t know if you should ask him if there was any chance it would have held him back if you had finally confessed your feelings for him that night on your porch.

You stop wondering when Bob calls out your name. “I’m trying my best. I want to make it right” he explains. “I didn’t reach out sooner because I didn’t know how to do it. I didn’t know how to face you again”

You take a moment to process his words, the effect they have on you. The truth is, you don’t know how to face him again either. Not when everything between you has gotten this hard.

You look around the empty coffee shop just to give you a break from looking at him, from his pleading gaze. “Bob–”

“–I wanted to be someone worthy of you.”

You halt, your eyes fluttering close. The knot inside your throat tightens. You look back at him, tears threatening your eyes. Your hand reaches for his over the table. “I’m proud of you” you whisper.

He exhales sharply, like he had been holding his breath for months just waiting to hear that from someone. His fingers twitch under your hand, then turn gently to hold it. It’s tentative at first, then firm enough to let you know he wants this. Wants you.

Your thumb brushes lightly across his knuckles, gently, and suddenly the air between you is full with all the things you never explicitly told each other. The glances that lingered too long, the late nights you spent on rooftops and porch steps, every time you would hang out in your childhood home because his wasn’t even an option if his parents happened to be here.

“I know I ruined everything for us. I’m sorry. Give me a chance. Please” he pleads, his voice rough and low, his eyes shifting from your linked hands to your face.

You look at him, really look at him, and you know he means it. He means every word he says, never meant to hurt you, only ever tried to save himself.

A weak, tentative grin grows onto your face before you speak again.

“Everyone deserves a chance, right?”

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cherrikii · 3 days ago

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𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : 박성훈

─── 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱

( ❤︎︎ ) 𝒢．oneshot / drabble　 𝒫．bf!sunghoon x f!reader 　 𝒞𝒲．established relationship, comfort, kisses, skinship, pet names, reader is insecure, hoonie’s a sweetheart (let me know if i anything ><) — 𝓁ibrary !

— YOU’D JUST WOKEN UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER, rubbing your eyes and stretching out of your bed. it was a bright saturday morning, the sun peeking out from your curtains.

suddenly you hear the door squeak open, “good morning my love..” sunghoon makes his way over to you, sleepily watching him.

when sunghoon entered your shared bedroom, he came in wearing a chic and flashy outfit. you had no clue what his intentions were, but you did know that he looked so good.

he kisses your forehead gently, engulfing you in his warm embrace. “did you sleep well princess?” he asks, running his fingers through your bedhead hair.

“mm..” you hum in response, nodding slightly before resting your head on his chest.

he chuckles softly out of his nostrils, “i wanna take you somewhere today. you’ve been working so hard lately, especially with exams around the corner. let me treat you today.”

removing your head from his shoulder, you look up happily. “really hoonie?”

“really, baby.” — 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

he gets up from the bed, pulling you up with him. “is that why you’re dressed so nicely?” you say, tugging at the collar of his polo tee.

“well yes, but don’t worry. take your time, we’ll leave whenever you’re ready princess,” he caresses your cheek so gently, his touch sends shivers down your spine. “i’ll be waiting downstairs,” he says, kissing you before getting up and heading down to the living room.

you sigh lovingly at the closing door, inhaling the trail of cologne that follows him. you get up and start your day with a shower and some basic hygiene. shaving your legs down to compliment the skirt you picked out prior to your shower, brushing your teeth, and brushing your hair.

you sit down to start on your makeup when you notice that your eyes seem more off center today and one eyebrow is looking more like a distant relative than a sister. small nitpicky imperfections. you begin to whimper, trying to hold back your tears, but it was no use. it didn’t help that your period was coming next week too.

“baby?” sunghoon enters the room hearing your cries. he approaches you softly and looks at you in the mirror asking, “what’s going on love?”

“i’m sorry hoon.. i don’t.. know what’s come over me..” you whine out, turning in your chair and clinging to him.

“hey, hey, shhh.. it’s okay baby.” he lets you cry it out on his abdomen, tracing patterns along your back.

your cries die down a little, enough to tell sunghoon how you’re feeling.

“i was just fine.. then i looked in the mirror..” you say, turning back to look in the mirror.

sunghoon’s face twists in confusion, soon realizing what you meant. “looked in the mirror and saw what? all i see is a beautiful girl with the brightest smile and the prettiest eyes.”

hearing sunghoon compliment you that way made you tear up even more, bursting back into your sob. he was such a sweetheart to you.

you turned around and hugged him tightly, accidentally damping his shirt with your tears, but sunghoon didn’t mind.

“look at me hun,” he says tilting your chin up, “don’t doubt your beauty for a second. you’re my pretty girl, yeah?”

he leans down to close the space between you two with a slow, genuine kiss. his thumb brushing your cheek in soft strokes. he always knew what to say when you were upset, and you loved that about him.

“cheer up baby. do you want me stay here with you until you finish?” he asked, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger.

you nodded, needing his warm presence there to comfort you. with him around, everything felt okay.

“i love you ynie,” he stays, kissing your head before sitting down on your shared bed.

you muster a smile and wipes your tears, looking back at him lovingly, “i love you too hoonie.”

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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What about ghost who is secretly in love with his roommate and he’s returning home after being away on deployment? A lot of tension and a big messy love confession after he can’t hold back how he feels about her anymore and some smut ???

Ugh this one was so fun to write!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) mask kink, nipple play

Ghost unlocks the door to his apartment after months of not being there. He lets out a sigh of relief as he takes in the decorations and furniture the exact same as he left them six months before. He smells that candle he knows you like to light and suddenly, he feels at home. He looks around the place for you, but he doesn’t see you but he hears you.

“Simon!” You exclaim his name and he really did miss hearing that.

All he sees is a blur racing towards him and he stumbles backwards as arms wrap around his neck. He gets a whiff of your perfume and his luggage is dropped to the floor as his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you from the floor and spinning you around, giggles pouring from both of your mouths as he does so.

Simon sets you on the floor and he takes a moment to get a good look at you. All the feelings for you that he’s been holding in are surging forward and he’s trying so hard to prevent from kissing you. You’re all he’s been thinking about for months. He’s read your letters over and over again, so close to writing everything he’s been feeling for you, but he couldn’t. He feels like he owes you the truth in person. That is, if he can stop being a fucking pussy about it.

You take your time looking at him too. He’s got so much more muscle than you remember, the photos he’s sent you not doing him justice. His biceps are huge and you hate how your thoughts are immediately getting dirty.

You snap out of it and pull him into another hug, pressing your cheek into his chest as you give him a squeeze, your arms wrapping around his waist. You realize that you haven’t hugged before, this being the first. You didn’t really talk that much before he left but when he was gone, you somehow got closer and you actually became pretty good friends-even though you want to be more. Even though you’d never actually admit that.

“Can I help you unpack?” You ask, needing something to distract yourself from how badly you want him.

“I’d like that,” he smiles and picks up both of his duffel bags as he carries them to his room with following closely behind. You open the door for him and it’s exactly the way he left it-well, sort of. It looks cleaner and he can’t figure out why.

“I wiped down the furniture and washed your bedding yesterday so it would be all nice and clean when you got here.” He’d normally find this as an invasion of his privacy, but he just can’t find it in himself to be mad at you. The gesture is so sweet and he feels his heart melt just that much more.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says, setting his bags on the bed. “But it’s very appreciated.”

“I wanted to,” you reply, taking some of the clothes and putting them away in the correct drawers. Simon can’t believe how easy it is to imagine you in his life romantically. If you’re helping him unpack his luggage as his roommate, what would you be doing as his girlfriend?

He unzips the other duffel and almost jumps at the mask sitting on top. He forgot that was in there and it catches him off guard.

“I missed you,” you tell him and god did he miss you too. He thought about you the entire way home, imagining your reunion, though in his mind, there was a lot more kissing.

“I missed you too,” he replies. Simon isn’t really one to share his feelings so this already feels odd to him. But you’re the one person he feels like he can tell anything to. Well, anything besides how madly in love with you he is.

You both stand there for a beat, staring at each other, both of you trying to figure out what to say. You step closer, standing on your toes and reaching up to push back the strands of hair that have fallen onto his forehead.

His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your fingers in his hair and when you give his scalp a little scratch, he’s putty in your hands. He leans down, his face only inches from yours and you let your hand fall from his hair, your finger trips tracing over the scars on his face. He’s so close that you could just-

Simon seems to be thinking the same thing because he’s leaning even closer, his lips pressing against yours in a brief kiss. It’s so quick that your brain barely registers what’s happening.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes quickly, his eyes widening in panic, afraid that he’s just offended you.

“I’m not,” you shake your head. “Come back here. I wasn’t done.” He obeys, a little smirk kicking up at the corner of his mouth as he leans down, meeting you as you push up on your toes.

Your arms wrap around his waist as his are around your waist. Your lips meet again, slotting between each other and this is even better than he was imagining. Your lips are soft and they fit so perfectly between his, like they’re puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he whispers against your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do,” you whisper back and now he’s got to have you, feeling his cock harden ever so slightly.

“Jump,” he says and you do, Simon easily catching you as he catches you, your legs wrapping around his waist as your tongue slides into his mouth. He carries you over to the bed and gently sets you down on it, sinking to his knees between your spread legs, your lips still attached.

You pull away to catch your breath and don’t miss the mask that’s in your line of sight. You do a double take and can’t help but let out a laugh as you reach for it, holding it up so Simon can see it.

“It seems like you have some explaining to do, Mr. Riley,” you tell him as you let the mask swing back and forth between your fingers. “Is this some sort of kinky thing I’m unaware of?”

“No,” he says, his cheeks turning pink as he reaches for the mask, holding it out of his reach. “It’s a military thing.”

“Uh uh uh,” you shake your head. “You have to at least let me try it on.” He just lets out a sigh as you put it on and can’t help but laugh as you put it on, the thing looking so silly on you. “How do I look?”

“Ridiculous.”

“You’re right. It definitely looks better on you.” You take the mask on and he bends over, each hand landing on either side of you. You put it on his head and immediately feel yourself getting wet at the sight.

“How do I look?” He asks, his voice much lower than you’ve ever heard. He’s inching closer, his eyes boring into yours and you can see them clouding over with lust.

“I think it’s concerning how turned on I am right now.”

“I don’t,” he shakes his head. “Now are you gonna stare or are you going to kiss me?” You respond by pressing your lips to his and it’s awkward as you both try your best to pick back up where you left off despite the mask.

He leans you back onto the bed, pushing his duffel onto the floor as he does so. His hands slide up your shirt and he pulls it off to reveal your bare chest, nipples hard beyond belief. God, you’re perfect.

“Fucking amazing,” he breathes, his accent more prominent now and you take the mask off just long enough to get his shirt off and then it immediately goes back on his head. You take in his toned body and this is such a different sight. You can’t take your eyes off of him.

You make an effort to pull him down onto the bed next to you and he falls, not making you work for it. As soon as his back hits the mattress, your straddling him, peppering kisses across the expanse of his chest. You bring one of his nipples into your mouth and he lets out a whine in response, his hand grasping at the bedding underneath him.

You lick and suck on him and his brain is melting, hoping that you leave marks on him, physical proof of what you’ve done tonight so he can be sure that it’s not all in his head.

“Fuck,” he whines. “I've been waiting months for this and you have not disappointed.” He doesn’t feel your lips anymore and he sits up to see you staring back at him, your mouth falling open.

“You’ve been waiting for this for months? I’ve been waiting for months.“ You can’t see it, but Simon is grinning underneath the mask. He takes it off, wanting to say his next words with it not on his head.

“I love you,” he says, his voice sounding whiny, desperate.

“I love you too, Simon. And you being away made me realize how much.” You’re both grinning like idiots now and he pulls you in for another kiss, his hands sliding down your sweatpants, pushing them off along with your underwear and once you’re completely naked, you unbutton his pants and as soon as your both naked, his eyes widen as if he’s realized something.

“I-I don’t have a condom.” He totally would have if he knew this was going to happen.

“I have one,” you tell him. “Wait here.”

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” he smirks and watches you race out of the room. You’re back in record speed and he watches you tear it open and roll it onto his cock.

You’re on him in an instant and he barely has any time to react before you’re riding him. Your fingers are digging into his shoulders as you’re riding him, your tits bouncing up and down because of how fast you’re going.

Simon’s hips buck against yours, pushing his cock as fast he goes. His pace matches yours, neither of you able to hold back anymore and you only slow down to press a kiss to his lips then put the mask back on him.

“I didn’t think you’d find this so hot,” he says through a chuckle.

“Well, I do.” You pick up your pace even more and he’s trying his best to keep up, pushing inside of you inch by inch until he’s fully seated. “Fuck,” you whine. Your eyes are watering at how full you feel, but there’s no way you can stop. “Feels so good. Harder.”

Simon listens, somehow going even harder and faster, feeling winded but he’s not going to stop until either of you come. He’s sure that he’s close which would make sense since he hasn’t gotten any action for months.

There were women at the bars he and the guys went to but his mind was always on you. Even though he wasn’t sure of your feelings at the time, he still wasn’t looking at anyone else. You were and still are the one person he has eyes for.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His orgasm is rapidly approaching and when it does, a string of curse words followed by the word “sweetheart” which makes you melt.

Your legs feel like jello as you climb off of him and he’s quick to race to the bathroom. He comes back with a wet washcloth and spreads your legs, sinking to his knees as he wipes up your mess.

Once he’s done, he disposes of the cloth and helps you get dressed in one of his many t-shirts, him doing the same and the two of you tell each other that you love each other as you fall asleep, looking forward to waking up to each other for every day for the rest of your lives.

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inwithrin · 2 days ago

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ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ spell it out ! abby anderson

abby has no idea what she does to you, and worse—she has no clue what you’re doing to her, either.

cw: fingering (reader!receiving), veryyyy soft dom!abby. i lowkey think this is too respectful, but i'm getting used to writing smut again lol

wc: 1710

like, she doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger just a little too long when she’s braiding her hair. doesn’t catch how your voice always goes soft when you talk to her, or how you always sit just close enough that your knees touch under the table. and she definitely doesn’t pick up on the way your shirts always dip just a little lower when she’s around, how your sparkly lip gloss is always freshly applied when she shows up at your dorm, how your perfume clings to her hoodie every time you “accidentally” borrow it.

no. all that goes straight over her head, because abby thinks you’re just sweet and friendly.

until moments like this.

the two of you are hanging out in your dorm, music low, sun pouring through the window. you're trying to open a stubborn jar of strawberry jam—one that’s clearly not budging—and you’re not even trying to hide your dramatics about it. you sigh loudly. twist the lid. grunt a little, extra breathy. then, you glance at abby, who’s lounging in her usual way: legs spread wide, hair braided, arms stretched behind her head.

“hey, uh. can you help me with this?” you ask.

she sits up instantly, eyes on the jar. “what’s up?”

“i can’t open it,” you hold it out toward her with a pout. “c’mon. use those muscles, anderson.”

she freezes like you just short-circuited her. “you’re really gonna say that with a straight face?”

you just nod innocently, biting back a grin. “please?”

abby rolls her eyes, but her blushing cheeks tell a different story. she takes the jar from you and wraps those big hands around the lid, giving it one, quick, effortless twist. the pop it makes echoes loudly in your small dorm.

she hands it back, trying to be casual. “there. happy?”

you lean in a little too close as you take it back, peering up at her through your lashes. “very happy.”

she clears her throat, fidgeting with fingers. “you could’ve used a towel or something for grip.”

you shrug. “why would i do that when i have you?”

abby blinks. “that’s not fair.”

you tilt your head. “what’s not fair?”

she gestures vaguely between you two. “you—you say stuff like that. i never know if you’re serious.”

you smile, slow and warm—dipping one of your thumb into the jam before leaving it on the table. “i’m serious.”

she goes quiet. really quiet. then she looks down at your lips and back up like she didn’t mean to. “you’re messing with me,” she mumbles, but her voice sounds unsure now. like maybe she’s not so oblivious anymore.

“you’d know if i was messing with you, abby,” you say, licking a little bit of the strawberry jam off your thumb. deliberately. slowly.

her eyes track the motion and you don’t break eye contact. you want her to see it—need her to. because it’s been months of waiting, of hoping, of brushing your fingers against hers just a little too long and watching her never, ever put the pieces together.

but now… her jaw is tense. her eyes won’t leave your mouth. and you can see it in the way she swallows, the way she shifts her weight, fists now clenched in her lap like she’s grounding herself.

“abs,” you say, just above a whisper.

she blinks, like she’s coming out of a daze. “yeah?”

“can i tell you something?” you ask. she barely nods as you lean in, heart pounding. “i’ve wanted you for so long. and you’re either the most patient person in the world or… really stupid.”

she lets out a stunned breath. then a laugh—half embarrassed, half relieved. “oh my god.”

you arch a brow. “what?”

“i'm stupid,” she mutters, scrubbing a hand over her face. “i mean—i thought maybe, maybe, but you’re so sweet to everyone, and i didn’t want to make it weird and fuck things up—”

“abby,” you cut her off, leaning closer, faces just inches apart now. “i wasn’t particularly subtle.”

she lets out another shaky laugh. “you practically spelled it out for me.”

“so?” you whisper.

abby repeats your words. “so?”

“are you gonna kiss me now, or do i need to spell that out too?” you ask, tilting your head.

she moves fast.

one hand curling around the back of your neck, the other settling on your waist as she pulls you in, and her mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s been aching to happen. it’s firm, but gentle, and when you sigh into her, when your hands slide up the front of her hoodie and she groans softly into your mouth. abby deepens it, tilts her head, kisses you like she’s trying to make up for the fact she didn’t realize you wanted her.

she pulls back to look at you, breathing heavily, and her lips slightly swollen. “guess i’m not that oblivious anymore,” she says softly.

you grin, tugging her closer. “took you long enough.”

her lips are still barely parted when she kisses you again—hungrier this time. deeper. it’s clumsy in the best way, like she can’t decide where to touch you first, and all that hesitation she carried for months? it’s all gone.

abby groans low in her throat when your fingers tug at the hem of her hoodie, bunching it in your fists as you pull her closer, closer, closer, like you’re trying to press her into you. she lets you, her hands skimming under your shirt, palms warm and rough as they trail up your sides.

“fuck,” she mutters, breath shaky. “you’re gorgeous.”

you gasp when she pulls you back onto the couch, her body moving to hover over yours—but never putting her full weight down. her fingers slip under your thighs, dragging you down a little more, so your hips meet just right and she hisses at the contact.

“abs…” you whine, voice barely there.

her forehead presses against yours, her eyes blown wide and hazy. “god, i wanted this. i wanted you. for so long. you don’t even know.”

“then show me,” you whisper, slipping your hands under her shirt now—feeling the ridges of her stomach.

and abby does.

she kisses down your jaw, your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as she goes. her breath is hot against your skin, her teeth dragging lightly when she meets your collarbone. your shirt rides up as her hands roam, and when she lifts it—slowly, giving you time to stop her—you just nod, breathless.

she stares for a moment, eyes glued to your tits practically spilling out of your pink lacy bra. “holy shit,” she murmurs. “you’re so fucking pretty… you’re going to kill me.”

you bite your lip, tugging at the drawstring of her sweatpants. “then die a little, because i want you closer.”

abby kisses you again, her hands now confidently sliding over your tits, your waist, your thighs—everywhere she can reach. her mouth trails lower, marking a slow path down your body—every touch is desperate and reverent.

when her fingers dip between your legs, featherlight over the fabric of your shorts, you whine—and she stills. her voice is strained. “tell me if you want me to stop.”

you shake your head, pupils blown wide. “please, abs. i want you.”

she tugs down at your shorts, lifting you so you could pull them off. “you already have me.”

abby doesn’t rush. she could—she wants to, if she’s being honest—but the way you’re looking up at her, flushed, open and waiting, makes something slow and achingly tender bloom in her chest.

her fingers slide beneath your matching pink underwear, and when she touches you, it’s with a kind of reverence that makes your heartbeat faster. she’s careful, eyes locked on yours as her fingers part you, drag through your slick, learning and watching every reaction.

you gasp, hips bucking slightly, and she smiles—small, stunned. “fuck, abigail. i need more.”

“you’re so wet,” she whispers, intonation low and teasing. “is that all for me, pretty?”

you nod desperately, cheeks burning, and she leans down to kiss you again—slower now, as her fingers begin to move in a lazy rhythm, circling just enough to make your body tense. your hands move under her hoodie, nails digging into the skin of her back, and she moans when you arch against her, needing more.

“fuck,” she breathes, struggling to keep it together. “i could do this all night. just—feel you like this.”

you whimper when she slips a finger inside, then two, stretching you so perfectly your eyes flutter shut. but she nudges her nose against yours, whispers, “hey—eyes on me. look at me.”

you blink up at her, and she kisses your lips, your temple, your jaw, all while her fingers curl just right. “abby, i—”

“that’s it,” she murmurs, pressing her forehead to yours. “let me take care of you.”

your legs start to tremble when her pace picks up—still soft and slow, but with more intent now. her palm drags against your clit with every motion, and you feel yourself start to come undone beneath her, one hand flying up to cover your mouth as you grow embarrassed of the noises pouring out of your lips.

abby pulls it away. “no,” she whispers. “i wanna hear you, baby. please, let me hear you.”

“abs, i’m going to—” you moan, body trembling, thighs clenched around her hips.

she doesn’t stop. she works you through it with quiet praise, soft kisses, and careful touches. even as your body shudders and you whimper from the overstimulation, she stays close, murmuring things like “so perfect for me,” and “been thinking about this forever,” and “you’re mine now, yeah?”

and when you nod—weak, dazed and clinging to her hoodie, she lets out a breath like she’s finally exhaled after holding it for months. she pulls you into her arms, tucking you into her chest, fingers stroking softly over your back.

“hope that makes up for me being stupidly oblivious,” she says into your hair, letting out an airy chuckle.

“i’m going—to keep making you feel stupidly oblivious—” you try catching your breath. “if that’s what i get in return.”

#the last of us #tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader

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°•☆•° - Paige Bueckers x Ex-Wife Reader (Brazilian)

°•☆•° - Even after five years of divorce, you can’t help but remember what life had been like before everything went to shit. With the blonde curled up in your bed, something about it all just feels right.

°•☆•° - Part Two of End Of Her Rope. Ya’ll, I swear this was supposed to be all cute and domestic, but then the angst just crept in...and now here we are...enjoy! also, not proofread, I'm exhausted but wanted to get this out. If you didn't see the post, this is in a different pov cuz it was prewritten and Im lazy.

°•☆•° - 6,016 words.

Part 1 | Part 3

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That next morning, Ryan woke up to a slightly warmer but empty bed. She brushed it off, assuming one of the girls had crawled in after a bad dream, then left early this morning when they got bored to go play with their toys or find a way to make some kind of mess, they always did.

She sighed, looking over at the alarm clock to find that it was way past drop-off time for school. 10:42am. Guess it was gonna be another late day for the girls which would end up with Ryan having to argue out some dumb excuse with the principal.

But before she could move, her eyes shifted to the blonde figure standing in the doorway of the master bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and just watching.

She had stayed? It wasn't a dream.

"Don't..you have practice or something?"

A sly smirk appeared on the blonde’s face when she noticed Ryan’s eyes on her. “You don’t remember last night, do you?” She asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Paige leaned against the bathroom door frame, her arms folded as she watched Ryan with a soft gaze. She had been up and awake for some time now.

Ryan just huffed, rubbing her forehead and shuffling to sit up. "I gotta get the girls to school.."

“Already taken care of,” Paige replied, pushing herself off the door frame and walking over to the bed.

She sat down next to Ryan, a knowing glance in her eyes. She knew the kids were off to school already, and she knew Ryan was still partially oblivious to the events of last night.

Ryan furrowed her brows, still working on rubbing the sleep off her face as she sniffled. "..what?"

Paige couldn’t help but chuckle at the confused expression on Ryan’s face. “I dropped the girls off at school this morning.” She explained, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “And before you ask, yes, I did get them there on time.”

"You didn't have to do that."

“Who else was supposed to do it? You?” Paige said, her tone slightly teasing. “You were passed out when I dropped them off this morning.”

"You could have woken me up.” Ryan huffed out, looking around for her phone without really looking. She was too tired to care. “I have alarms, I juts don't know why they didn't go off."

Paige shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully. “I tried waking you up this morning. You were dead to the world.”

She remembered her attempts to shake Ryan awake, only to be met with unintelligible mumbling. “Besides,” she continued. “You needed the sleep.”

Ryan just palmed at her face again, sighing, rubbing her eyes, fixing the hoodie she had slept in, and the stack of necklaces on her neck.

Most of them were gifts that Paige had helped the girls pick out over the years. Then, with one last huff, she put her chin in her palm, looking at the blonde. "I appreciate it, everything, I do, but I know you've got your own shit to take care of so don't feel like you need to stay. I get it. You can go"

“Ryan,” Paige said her name in a hushed tone. “Shut up. I’m not going anywhere.”

She knew Ryan. And she knew Ryan was always quick to dismiss any kind gestures with claims that she didn’t need it.

Her hand reached out and gently tucked a strand of Ryan’s hair behind her ear. “You were exhausted last night. The girls were fine, and I could handle dropping them off. Stop being stubborn and quit trying to get rid of me.”

"You're busy.."

“You really haven’t changed, have you?” Paige let out a soft laugh, recalling all the times that Ryan had always put others before herself. No matter the cost.

“I’m not busy,” Paige replied. “And even if I was, I’d still be right here. You need to take a damn break sometimes. You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Ry.”

Paige couldn’t help but look at her with concern. She had seen this happen before. Ryan was stubborn and didn’t know when to slow down. She had always been this way. “When was the last time you did something for yourself?” She questioned, still keeping her voice soft.

“...Huh?”

“You heard me.” Paige raised an eyebrow, waiting for Ryan to answer. She was serious, she wanted to know the last time Ryan made time for herself. “When was the last time you did something just for you? And not for the girls or your job. When was the last time you were selfish?”

"I...don't...I bought a coffee last week?"

“You’ve gotta be joking.” Paige rolled her eyes, clearly not amused. Buying a cup of coffee hardly counted as being selfish. And even that probably came with some sort of guilt after spending the money on herself.

Ryan shrugged a little. "The coffee machine here broke, and I needed a pick-me-up. So after I dropped the girls off, I got one and a donut. Then, after school, I felt bad and took them to get it too."

“Of course you did…” Paige sighed, shaking her head. It was almost like clockwork; Ryan always put everyone else first. She just couldn’t seem to shake that habit of giving everything all the time.

“Ryan, I’m serious.” Paige shifted her body, facing Ryan. She took hold of one of her hands. She needed Ryan to know that she was being serious. “You can’t keep going like this, constantly looking out for everyone but yourself. You need to do something for yourself sometimes. Not because it’s your job, or because the girls need it, or because it’s what's expected of you. I’m not kidding, you’ll work yourself to death if you keep this up.

The Ryan that Paige used to know, back in college, would have found something she wanted and bought it without a second thought.

She would have been dressed to impress even if it was just a night at the bar or to a restaurant for dinner.

She was the most selfish fucking person you'd ever meet, and now?

Now, everything made her guilty.

“You’ve changed since college, ya know?” Paige commented, noticing the difference in her. Ryan was still gorgeous, but now she was just exhausted. Ryan used to be so much more self-assured.

But now? Now she felt bad about doing anything that wasn’t necessary.

“I miss that old Ryan.” She said with a smirk.

Ryan tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "That Ryan had two kids."

“Which did a number on you, alright. I’ll give you that. But it’s not just that.” Paige let out a sigh, her hand still holding Ryan’s. “The girl I knew in college would never feel guilty over buying herself a cup of coffee.”

"She was a different girl. A very different girl."

“You’re still the same at your core.” Paige insisted. “You just…don’t take care of yourself anymore. You run yourself ragged for the sake of everyone else. You’ve turned yourself into a housewife and mother completely, leaving nothing for you.” Paige’s thumb traced over Ryan’s knuckles. She wasn’t wrong.

Ryan sighed, leaning to the side to flop herself into Paige's lap. Head on her thighs.

Paige smiled softly, shifting her legs to make Ryan more comfortable. She let out a soft sigh, her hands finding their way to Ryan’s hair again. “You need to take care of yourself.” She said softly, running her fingers through the long, dark locks.

"Mhm"

Paige rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me any of that.” She scolded softly. “You know I’m right. You’ve dedicated your life to your kids and work. You have nothing left for yourself, it’s like you don’t even know what self-care is anymore.”

"What do you want me to do? Huh? You wanna take the day and pamper me like some rich bitch?" Ryan huffed with a raised brow, still in the blonde's lap.

“What if I do?” Paige asked, her hands still playing with Ryan’s hair. She shrugged with nonchalance, like pampering Ryan was no big deal.

"I'm not letting you spend money on me. Money for the kids is one thing, but for me it's another."

“So you’ll go broke spoiling the girls, but you can’t allow me to spend one little cent on you?” Paige raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief. It was like she was talking to a stubborn child.

"You don't do one little cent. You go overboard every time. I don't need that kind of money spent on me."

“Oh really?” Paige raised an eyebrow again, amused at Ryan’s protest. She knew damn well that if she even got the chance to get Ryan a gift, she wouldn’t hold back. Even the “little cent” she spent would break banks.

She knew Ryan’s protests were pointless. Ryan knew it too.

"Yes."

“Are you sure about that?” Paige let out a soft laugh. Her free hand came down gently and took hold of Ryan’s chin, tilting her head up so that their eyes could meet. “Because I could very much shower you with gifts, and it wouldn’t make a dent in that bank account of mine. So you’re wrong.”

Paige shrugged, like she was completely unbothered by telling Ryan she could, in fact, spoil the hell out of her.

"But I still don't need it.”

“But you still deserve it,” Paige said firmly. She was done listening to the protest. “You do everything for those two girls and your career. You don’t have anything just for you. It’s always for everyone else. Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to just…let yourself be spoiled for a change?”

"Not really. The budget is for groceries and lunches."

“You’re impossible.” Paige sighed, exasperated. It was like talking to a brick wall. Ryan was so damn stubborn in her ways. No matter how many times she got the point across, Ryan just wouldn’t get it.

“You won’t let anyone spend anything on you, yet you’d go to great lengths to spoil your kids. Can’t you see the issue here?” Paige reasoned again.

"I love my kids."

“That’s not the point, Ryan!” Paige couldn’t help the rise in her voice. She didn’t understand why Ryan didn’t comprehend what she meant.

Her hand moved to hold Ryan’s chin a little tighter, making sure she was hearing her. “You love, live, and breathe for those girls. But you don’t do a goddamn thing for you. You don’t have any sort of me time. You don’t even get a minute to yourself.”

Ryan shifted her head slightly in Paige's lap, looking up at her with the same eyes the blonde fell in love with all those years ago. "..if you could spend the whole day, just pampering me, what would you do?"

That was a question Paige didn’t even have to think about. In the blink of an eye, she knew exactly what she’d do. She’d spend every waking second of the day doting on Ryan.

Her head tilted, looking down at Ryan and answering in a tone that was slightly above a whisper.

“Well..” She began, her fingers resuming the rhythm of playing with Ryan’s hair.

“Spa treatment, nails, hair, the works. And then I’d take you someplace nice to eat. Just the two of us.”

"And if I'd rather just stay in bed all day?"

“Well then, I’ll get room service,” Paige responded, her hand coming up to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from Ryan’s face. “No kids, no cleaning, no work. You’d get to lie in bed all day, and the only thing you’d have to worry about is me taking care of you.”

"Room service? You mean DoorDash?"

“Room service, DoorDash, whatever floats your boat.” Paige chuckled softly, her fingers still gently running through the locks of dark brown hair. “Whatever the hell you want. I’ll get it for you.”

Her voice dropped to a small and vulnerable whisper. "...what if I just want you?"

That. That question caught Paige completely off guard. Her heart immediately fluttered in her chest, and she felt as if all the breath had been taken out of her lungs.

She tried to remain as calm and collected as she could, but damn. Hearing those words from Ryan’s mouth…it made her heart want to burst. “Then you’ll have me.” She finally responded, her hand coming to rest on Ryan’s cheek.

"Anything I want?"

“Anything in the world,” Paige responded without hesitation. She was a little surprised at the confidence in her voice. But it was true. If there was one thing Paige had been sure of forever, it was her love and devotion for Ryan.

When they were back in college, Paige could and would have given Ryan the world. And now, all these years later, it was still the same.

"...I did recently get a new dress, but I have no reason to wear it. A gift from my sister."

“Wear it for me,” Paige replied a little too quickly. Seeing Ryan dolled up in a dress would be a treat.

"Yeah? You gonna take me out, Bueckers?"

“You bet.” She responded again, her confidence in full force. She was going to spoil the hell out of Ryan with or without protest.

She was tired of watching Ryan give herself to everyone but herself.

"hm.."

“Don’t hum at me,” Paige said, her tone still firm. She wasn’t going to let Ryan say no to this. “No protesting. You’re going to let me take care of you for once in your life.”

"What about your agents and the fans? When they see us together, in public?"

“Who cares about them?” Paige raised an eyebrow.

“This isn’t about them,” she went on to say, her hand still cradling the side of Ryan’s face. “It’s about doing something fun for yourself. It’s about you. Not them. Not me. You. For once. I’m gonna do something completely for you, and you’re gonna let me do it.”

"Paige.."

“Not a single word.” Paige hushed her again, now putting a finger on her lips to shush her. “You’re going to take a break and let someone take care of you for a little bit. And you’re not going to fight me on it.”

"..what if I just want to stay here and hide with you?"

“That’s even better,” Paige said with a smirk. As selfish as she was, getting to have Ryan to herself for a day was something she wanted to do.

And now it seemed like there was a chance. “If you want to stay in, we’ll stay in and I’ll still pamper you.”

"Without spending thousands?"

“Oh, now hold on.” Paige had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Of course, Ryan wasn’t going to let herself get spoiled without some form of protest.

She leaned down slightly closer, her tone still firm. “It’s gonna be a little expensive, babe.”

"Nah. We've got...food here." She didn't look too sure about that. Money had been tight lately, and she hadn't told Paige. The cabinets were uncomfortably empty, so most times she'd made food for the girls and just drank water or nutrient shakes.

Don't tell Paige. Don’t. Tell. Paige.

"Yeah, we got stuff. And I'm sure I've got some old face masks lying around, and movies, and blankets. That's all we need."

Paige furrowed her brow, noticing the subtle hesitation in Ryan’s words. She could sense something was off. “You sure you have the stuff? Cause I’ll just go out and-” She began, cutting herself off halfway as a horrible realization hit her. The realization of why Ryan was being so difficult.

It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Ryan was being difficult because of money.

Her heart dropped, realizing that Ryan was trying to deny herself getting the care she needed because they were struggling.

She sighed softly, her eyes moving to look down at Ryan. “You’re not being difficult because you don’t want to be spoiled. You’re not allowing me to spend any money because you don’t have any money, do you?” She questioned softly, her heart twisting in her chest.

"I have money-"

“Not enough, though.” Paige cut in. She could tell by the way that Ryan was avoiding eye contact that she was lying. It was obvious that things were way tighter than Ryan was trying to let on.

“Ryan..” Her tone was still soft, but now it was tinged with an almost pitying tone. ”You haven’t been telling me the truth about how bad it’s been, have you?”

"We're fine. We're handling it. Okay? The girls are happy, they have what they need."

“That’s not what I asked you. I asked if you’ve been telling me the truth.” Her tone was still firm, but still gentle. “The girls? Yes, the girls are probably happy. And they probably have what they need. That’s because you are going above and beyond for them.”

Paige took a deep breath. “But I’m asking you about yourself, Ryan. I’m asking if things have been bad enough for you to struggle to afford the necessities.”

"I'm fine. We're fine. Everyone is fine."

Paige shook her head, a mixture of both disappointment and sympathy for the woman in her lap. “Stop it. Stop saying that you’re fine. And stop saying that you’re doing just fine, because you’re not.”

She said firmly, her hand gently cupping Ryan’s face. “That’s not true. And you lying to me about how you’re doing is making a lot of things make sense.”

Fuck.

Ryan put her hands up, rubbing her eyes to hide them. So Paige couldn't read her anymore. "I don't need your pity."

“It’s not pity.” Paige shook her head. She could see how stubborn and defensive Ryan was getting. “You’re not letting me take care of you because you don’t have the money to take care of the girls AND yourself, don’t you?”

Her tone was still gentle, but firm. And she was still trying to get Ryan to uncover her face.

"The girls are fine-"

“Ryan, stop. Stop this.” Paige said a bit firmer this time. She could see that Ryan was getting more and more defensive and stubborn. “I’m not asking you about the girls. I’m asking you about you. And from what I’ve seen, you are not fine.”

“You’re not eating the way you should, you’re not sleeping-“ Paige started to list. “And you’re not doing anything for yourself. You’re putting all the focus on the girls, to the point where you won’t even give yourself the bare necessities.”

Paige took a deep breath. “Aren’t you even going to try to deny it? Or are you going to actually be honest?”

Her eyes followed the movement, watching as Ryan sat up and hid her face.

“Don’t shut down on me.” She said softly. Her hand came to gently rest on one of Ryan’s hands that currently covered her face. “Look at me.”

Ryan’s bottom lip quivered. "I dont need help."

That response made Paige’s heart drop.

“Ryan..” She said softly, her heart aching in her chest. She gently pulled at Ryan’s hand, wanting her to uncover her face and look at her.

“Please look at me,” Paige repeated, this time a little bit more desperately. “Let me see those pretty eyes of your baby.” She cooed softly.

That just earned a sob, like a full-on, real sob. Ryan broke. Completely shattered.

The sound of Ryan’s sob shattered Paige’s heart into a million pieces.

She let go of Ryan’s hand and quickly wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close.

“Shhhh…” She soothed, a hand rubbing soft circles on Ryan’s back.

“Hey… hey hey….” Paige’s tone was still soft and soothing. She was trying to keep her own emotions in check as she held Ryan in her arms and rubbed her back.

“You’re okay…just take a breath..” she murmured into Ryan’s ear, holding her a little tighter against her chest.

She melted into Paige, just absolutely breaking down.

“I got you..I got you..” Paige continued to murmur softly, cradling Ryan against her chest.

Her chin rested on top of Ryan’s head, her lips gently pressing into her hairline. She just held her in her lap, letting her have her moment.

"I wanted to do it..god I wanted to be able to do it so bad.." Ryan had managed to sob out, the sound twisting and ripping through Paige’s heart.

“I know you did, baby…” Paige murmured, her fingers gently combing through Ryan’s hair. She knew it wasn’t in regard to the pampering anymore. It was so much more than that.

Her arms remained wrapped around Ryan, holding her as tightly as she could. She hated seeing her so worked up like this, but it was clear that she needed to break. She needed to be able to let this out, and she was going to let her.

“Shhh….let it out….” Paige reassured her softly, her hand continuing to run through her hair.

Her fingers ran through Ryan’s dark locks over and over again. She just kept repeating herself, trying to soothe her.

“I got you…..you’re okay….I got you…” She held her as tightly as she could, trying to wordlessly remind her that she was safe here in her arms.

She just kept sobbing, harder and harder, till eventually she could barely breathe.

The sound of her sobbing broke Paige’s heart. She felt helpless as she just held her, listening to her sob and watching her fall apart.

“Baby..” She murmured softly, her arms wrapping a little tighter around Ryan and trying to bring her as close as possible.

“Shhh…you’re okay….” Paige repeated again and again, just letting Ryan cry it out. She hated how she wasn’t able to do anything more than just hold her, but if that’s what Ryan needed in the moment then that is what she was going to do.

Ryan heaved, head shaking the best it could in the hold Paige had her in. Tears coating every inch of her face, pouring down like a waterfall. "I can't..I-I-I can't.."

Hearing those words made Paige’s heart ache.

She cradled Ryan against her, her hand rubbing up and down Ryan’s back as she continued to sob and break in her arms.

“You can…you are….” She replied softly, her lips gently pressing into her hair again.

“I’ve got you…I’ve got you…” Paige continued to repeat softly into her hair, desperate to keep her calm and stop her tears.

She continued running her fingers through Ryan’s hair, her hand occasionally massaging the back of her neck.

The sobs eventually calmed into whimpers and sniffles, her body heavy and limp against Paige's. Exhausted.

Ryan had calmed down considerably, her sobs and tears reduced to nothing but quiet sniffles. Paige gently took a hold of her chin, tilting her head so Paige could see her face.

“There you are….there’s that gorgeous face of yours…” Paige murmured, hearing and feeling Ryan’s sobbing, calm just a bit. She kept her close, her body still tightly clutched against hers. “That’s my girl…”

Her bottom lip still wobbled. Lips pulled into a small frown.

“Don’t go and ruin that pretty face. Don’t cry too much…can’t let you get all puffy on me…” Paige said with a soft smile, her thumb gently wiping away any remnants of tears from under Ryan’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, you know..” Paige said softly, her hand resting against Ryan’s cheek. Her thumb gently traced one of her tear-stained cheeks.

That made her eyes well up again. Even the simple words hit somewhere deep in her chest, causing an ache she’d been so hard to ignore grow more intense.

“Oh….no….” Paige instantly noticed her eyes welling up, tears threatening to fall again.

“Hey..hey….don’t do that again.” She said quickly, her thumb running over her cheek, trying to wipe away tears that hadn’t even fallen yet.

"I'm sorry.."

“None of that..” Paige said, gently hushing her. She kept her hand against Ryan’s cheek, her touch gentle and caring. “No apologising…there’s no reason to be sorry…”

"I ruined everything."

“No way,” Paige said firmly, yet still in a soft tone. She was quick to correct her.

“You didn’t ruin anything. You had a moment, and it’s okay. Look at me…” Paige gently lifted Ryan’s chin so that her eyes would meet hers.

“You didn’t ruin anything, alright? It’s okay that you broke a little…”

"A little?" Ryan scoffed, rubbing at her cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“Alright. A lot.” Paige said, a small chuckle leaving her.

“But it’s okay. You’re allowed to cry. You’re human, and you’ve been putting yourself under so much damn stress it’s a miracle you didn’t break down months ago. You have every right to cry, to break down, to be upset. But don’t you dare ever say you ruined anything.” Paige said firmly, her hand still holding Ryan’s chin so that her gaze wouldn’t stray from hers.

"..I'm sorry."

“Why the hell are you sorry?” Paige said, still keeping Ryan’s chin in her hand. Her tone was stern, wanting to know why Ryan was still apologizing for breaking down.

She looked up slightly, just enough to finally meet the blonde's gaze. "I should have told you...accepted the money for the girls...I...they don't deserve to suffer"

“Ryan…” Paige sighed and shook her head, finally letting go of her chin.

“The girls are not suffering. They’re happy. You’re making damn sure of it. You’ve been doing everything you possibly can to make sure those girls don’t know you’re struggling, to make sure they’re taken care of.”

Paige’s hand fell away from Ryan’s chin to grip her hip tightly. “You are not a failure. You didn’t ruin anything. You’re not allowing your daughters to suffer or whatever other bullshit you’re going to say next.”

"I-"

“No.” Paige cut her off. “No more of this. You’re gonna listen to me.”

She took in a deep breath and continued. “You are not doing anything wrong. You are a great mother. You have been busting your ass to make sure those girls have everything they could ever want. You’ve exhausted yourself. You’re running yourself thin.”

“You’ve run yourself so thin to the point that you’re literally letting yourself starve. You’re not feeding yourself. You’re not eating like you’re supposed to. You’re not sleeping. Your body and your mind are paying for it in the most awful way, and you just don’t see it. But I do. And now that I’m here, I’m not letting you run yourself like this anymore.”

"You have more important things than this..." Did she really? Her whole world was lying right in front of her, broken and messy.

That made Paige’s heart drop. She knew what Ryan was doing. She was trying to push her away. Make her leave, even if it meant lying to herself.

She clenched her jaw, her hand tightening on her hip. “There is nothing more important to me than you.”

"Paige.."

“No, don’t you ‘Paige’ me. You’re going to listen to me.” Paige said, her tone slightly firmer than before. “You are literally on the brink of breaking. You are struggling. And your first instinct is to push me away? Why in the hell would I be anywhere else but here with you right now?”

"I'm not-"

“Yes, you are.” Paige gently shook her head, refusing to let her pull herself into a self-pitiful spiral. “I don’t want you to tell me you’re not. I don’t even want to hear you think about it. You’re not going to try to pretend you’re not important because you’re the most goddamn important thing to me at this point.”

"I..I just.. I can't be what you want, what you need." And she truly believed that. Even after all these years, the things Paige’s agent had said to her echoed in her ears. That all she was and would ever be was a story. A star that burned up and was left alone in the dark. A burnt-out mom with two kids, who could barely pay the bills.

“Bullshit,” Paige said, her tone firm but soft. “You’re exactly what I need. You’ve always been exactly what I’ve wanted. You’re the one I’ve always wanted. You keep trying to push me away. You think I’m not going to fight to make sure you don’t? You’re stuck with me. For better or for worse.”

Paige didn’t want to let her look down and hide her tears away from her again. “You’re what I need. What I always needed. You’re everything to me, Ryan. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

"Then why did you sign the papers?"

That made her heart ache. She still regretted signing the papers and leaving her. So much.

“Because I was stupid,” Paige said softly. “And young and scared and an idiot. I should have never signed those damn papers. I should never have left.”

Paige was so close to her now. Her hand still cupping her chin delicately, eyes glued on hers. Everything in her body was screaming to kiss her and hold her and never let go.

But she held back, wanting to make sure she was truly okay first. She needed to get her to break down, get her to get it all out. And then she'd kiss her. She'd do everything she needed to give her the attention and affection she was craving.

Ryan didn’t say anything, just shuffled to put her head on Paige's chest. Tucked under her chin.

Without hesitation, Paige took the opportunity to wrap her arms tightly around Ryan. One hand returned to gently playing with her hair, fingers lightly tracing over her spine.

It was almost as if she knew exactly what Ryan needed in that moment to soothe her, to calm her.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, just the sound of Ryan’s sniffles and soft sniffles. Paige let Ryan bury her head in her chest, not caring that she was crying on her shirt. The only thing that mattered to her was having her in her arms, holding her as tightly as she could, trying her hardest to silently show Ryan how loved she was.

“Don’t you ever doubt how damn important you are to me, alright?” Her voice was just as soft as her hand gently rubbing her back.

"It's been bad," Ryan finally whispered. "The money.."

“I figured,” Paige responded, her hand moving from her hair to run along her back, rubbing slow soothing circles.

“How bad?” She asked softly, keeping her against her chest, holding her close and wanting to know just how bad things had gotten.

"..you don't want to know."

“Try me,” Paige responded instantly, one of her eyebrows raising. She had a pretty good feeling that she had a good idea how bad it had gotten. But she wanted to hear it from Ryan’s mouth.

"The money you send goes to the girls, clothes, shoes, whatever's left over goes into a fund. The money from work goes to bills and food. They've been cutting hours."

Her eyes closed as she listened to everything Ryan said. She could tell by the sound of her voice that this was hard for her to explain. That she felt ashamed.

Paige’s heart ached. How long had she been struggling like this and trying to do it all on her own?

That wasn’t gonna happen anymore.

She pulled Ryan as close to her chest as she could and rested her chin on top of her head.

“God, Ryan…” Paige whispered, her heart squeezing in her chest as she held her tightly. It was hard to hear how much she was struggling. How she let everything pile up on herself without trying to get help in the slightest.

She took a deep breath, holding her a little tighter before asking, “How long have you been drowning?”

"...too long"

“Longer than you should’ve been,” Paige responded immediately. She was angry. Not at Ryan, but at the situation. “You’ve been drowning for God knows how long, and you haven’t told me one damn thing about it.”

"You work hard for your money. Just because I'm some ex doesn't mean I deserve it."

“Don’t you dare say that.” Paige’s grip on her tightened. The way she said it pissed her off. “You’re not some ex. You’re not just someone I used to be with. You’re not a burden or a freeloader. You matter to me, so you deserve every penny I have.”

"Paige, please-"

“No,” Paige said firmly, her arms not loosening on her. “Absolutely not. You’re not gonna talk down about yourself. You were never just my ex. You’re so much more than that.”

"I'm not taking your money."

“Too bad,” Paige said firmly, pulling away a little bit to look down at her. One of her hands went to gently lift her chin, wanting her to look her in the eye. “You’re not going to fight me on this. You’re struggling and you’re getting my goddamn help whether you like it or not.”

"You could do good with that money-" Ryan tried to protest. Paige shut that down.

“You’re more important,” Paige said firmly, her hand gently tracing her jawline. “I don’t care about that money. I care about you. I will throw away every single penny I have to take care of you if I have to.”

That made her shake her head again. "Paige-"

“No.” Paige quickly cut her off, still holding her chin up to make her look her in the eyes. “Don’t even argue. It’s happening. I’m gonna spoil you, and I won’t let you talk yourself out of it.”

"...one week. You get one week. Pay the bills, buy groceries, clothes for the girls, whatever, but that's it."

“Two weeks.” Paige responded immediately, her hand still on her chin. She knew Ryan was being stubborn and trying not to let herself be treated. She was so hardheaded, it was infuriating at times.

"One."

“Two,” Paige said again.“And don’t argue with me on this.”

“One.”

“Two, Ryan.”

"Seven days. One week."

“Not a chance. Two.”

"One, or nothing. Take it or leave it."

If possible, Paige’s grip on her got even tighter as her eyes narrowed. She was a stubborn person by nature. But when it came to Ryan, she was even more stubborn.

“You don’t get to say no.” Her hand moved from her chin to the side of her face and gently took Ryan’s chin in her fingers. “Two weeks is what I’m giving you. And I’m gonna spoil you the entire time.”

"No-" She really was trying here.

“Don’t even finish that.” Paige cut her off again, her jaw clenching. She was getting frustrated, watching Ryan try to deny herself things. “Two weeks. Two. And you’re not gonna spend a dime. I’m going to spoil you as much as I possibly can, and you’re gonna let me, no arguing. That’s the only deal I’m offering.”

Ryan shook her head, pushing Paige away. "I don't accept."

“Too bad. It’s happening.” Paige cut her off before she could finish her sentence, shaking her head. “No more arguing. No more denying yourself. I’m taking care of you, I’m spoiling you for two weeks, and you’re going to enjoy it. No more fighting it. Alright?”

"And what about your games? And practice? And your place?" Ryan raised a brow, cocking her head. Her voice took on the same tone Paige had heard before, the one she used just moments before she’d deck someone in the fucking face.

Paige shook her head and scoffed. “I don’t care about that stuff. That’s not what my priorities are right now. You are. And the girls are. I’m going to use every chance I get to take care of you. So suck it up. You don’t get to tell me no.”

#paige bueckers x reader #paigebueckers #paige buckets #paige bueckers #uconn wbb

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dilf-docs · 3 days ago

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Foul Promises, Forbidden Games

harry castillo x younger fem!reader

summary: finally, harry and you seem to have found temporary truce. a small step. but what it's not, if a big dangerous leap?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, (eventual) smut, foes to hoes, (one sided) enemies to lovers, angst, rich ppl (yes that's a warning), slowburn, reader may be a bit of a cunt (sorry if this x reader fic is mischaracterizing u), ft. dbf!harry (love this trope so much and had to squeeze it in, my bad)

word count: 1,840 words

side note: hi hello thank u for ur support my citizens!!!!!!! new spot just dropped a few days ago UGH i'm so excited for this movie can't wait to meet our smitten billionare istg if he gets dumped for cevans' poor ass but in celine god song we trust,, NOW brat summer is over it's time for dilf summer and pedro pascal is the star!

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"Come in"

The door opens, and the familiar click of shoes and wooden musk invades the place. You don't dare pronounce his name.

"This office is for married people only"

He chuckles at your dry tone. Petty even.

"Thought you were allergic to 'em"

"I am, but they bring money to the table"

"Thought it was your daddy's" he's quick to retort.

You try to keep neutral, your view busy on the same file you've had open since he entered the room.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not offended by the trust-fund baby calling" you reply, nonchalant. He takes a sit without you allowing it, that stupid soft smile on his face while crossing his legs. You finally look at him. "What do you want, Harry?"

Because, why was he, the last person you'd like to see, inside your office on a weekday, let alone, almost at closing hours?

"I want a truce"

His words fall into the silence of your office, partly iluminated by the moonlight. It isn't your worst wednesday night but it sure deserves a spot on the list.

You arch an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware we were at war"

"With you, honey" he leans in closer, his shadow hovering over your desk, "there's always a fight"

"Then why take the trouble to come?"

"See what I mean?" he's quick to smile like he knows something you don't. "Anyway, I came because it's urgent. Wouldn't, otherwise"

"Huh. I've heard that before"

Harry stands up, looking at your condecorated wall, seemingly impressed by the papers hanging inside frames, a testament to your intelligence.

"Well?"

"Do you know why people come to you?" he asks, still facing the wall.

"Because I'm the best"

He turns around, smiling in amusement. "So humble, aren't you?"

"I take you didn't come to compliment me. Tell me, Mr. Castillo, why is it you're here?"

Harry faces you. "Drop the formalities, we're not strangers"

"I don't know you"

It's sharp, but he doesn't flinch.

"You could if you wanted to"

Your heart picks up a faster beat. It's starting again, like the two times before, this new off-putting feeling you hate and can't stop.

"You came here for bussiness, I pressume. Not comradeship, Harry"

To talk with you is to wrestle with a seething tongue.

"We can always have tea or a nice dinner other day. I know this pasta place downtown; I'm friend's with the owner" at your narrowed eyes and lack of response, he clears his throat and continues. "Alright, not the talker. I'll go straight to the point"

"Finally"

He contains the urge to roll his eyes.

"Nevermind. You do talk the talk" he sighs. "But I'm here for a favor"

Now it's your turn to sigh. "Could've said that first. Time's money and you've wasted me enough. This is a law firn, not a charity"

His lips quirk into a smirk. "I don't want your alms. Just you"

Two simple words shouldn't affect you this much.

"Besides, haven't you got plenty?" he continues, tone joking, at your lack of response.

"It's never enough"

His eyes shine with an inexplicable anticipation.

"I can always try"

You cross your arms, leaning against your leather chair. Maybe he won't notice the slight tremble to them.

"You said you needed me"

"Precisely" Harry seems content. "Now we're talking"

"Speak"

"So bossy" you roll your eyes. "Do you know Paul Lauder?"

"If you're rich and leave in New York, it's impossible you haven't"

"He's a friend of mine" he offers.

You scoff. "Would be weird if he wasn't"

"I don't have as many friends as you think I do"

"Who you befriend isn't my problem. Or what I think isn't yours" Harry looks about to correct you, but you don't allow him. You place your elbows on your desk, assesing, in that pose he thinks you use to intimidate. You ressemble a hunter, ready to bounce over it's prey. It sends shivers down his spine, despite mantaining his natural facade. "Continue"

"I need your help"

You grin like a cat. "If you need my help, as you say, and they only way I can help you is the only way I know, you could've sent an e-mail"

"But that's the problem" he smiles, albeit a bit sad. "He doesn't want to get a divorce"

His shoulders slump, face frowned and a serious glint over his eyes that makes him look like he carries the world's whole weight within them. You're taken back by how used you're to his usual happy and confident self. For a moment, you think you want to do everything in your power to make him smile again. The treacherous thought is pushed down as quick as it came.

"Then why are you here?" you ask, this time curious above anything else. "I thought you believed in marriage"

He doesn't take your little bait. "No. I believe in love"

You push back a smile. "Right, how could I be so dumb?"

"You're not, which is why I came to you. Do you think I would put up with your charming personality for nothing? There are tons of other divorce lawyers out there"

"Yet here you are" you interrupt, harsh.

"Yet here I am" he repeats, softly.

"Harry..."

"I know this is sudden, and I know it's late. That you don't care for me, or my friend"

"I don't"

His gaze turns hard for a second, maybe as a warning, expecting less judging and more sympathy.

"Don't expect anything from me"

"I don't expect you to understand what you don't know, y/n" he replies, tone patient yet condescending. "But know this: love tends to bring the strongest down"

"Love" you savour the word, rolling off your tongue like a snake who seethes. "You speak a lot about it. Tell me, Harry, have you ever been in love?"

A pin could drop and be heard.

"I think you'll know when I do"

You decide to serve yourself some coffee, and when the cup spills, filled to the brim with shaky movements, he doesn't say anything. You don't offer him a cup either.

"Listen, I pride myself in reading people. Wonder how I ever got so far in this industry? I know what people want, and that's the key. The rest is sweet talk and paper. So, when I tell you it took me less than two seconds to figure her, I'm serious. Paul may have married this girl out of love, but she obviously hasn't. As Lauder is charmed by her heart, she's by the numbers of his bank account"

A true player, you think cynically.

"You expect me to fill sorry for the poor filthy rich?" you tilt your head, the annoyance palpable.

"That's funny coming from you"

The roughness of his tone surprises you. You don't reply anything.

"He's self-made"

"And I'm supposed to assign bonus pity points for that?" you find your voice again.

He rolls his eyes, composed demeanor faltering a bit. You smile, delighted.

"I wouldn't want all his hard work to go to waste for a fairy tale he's deluded himself with"

"Now you're speaking my language"

"Don't confuse yourself. True love is still out there" he counters.

"You're a believer, Harry. I'm still deciding if that's heroic or stupid"

"You may think I'm being selfish, but I know my friend. This isn't Paul. He's gone in her cold smile he perceives as warm, and his pockets keeps emptying as his love into the place her heart is supposed to be, but he's just pouring worship into a hollow pit with a hole in the bottom that leaks with indifference. Apathy. Aversion even" he makes a pause, seemingly pained by just recalling. "I believe love makes you grow, so does devotion. But devotion isn't servitude. Surrendering, in flesh and bone, to another soul isn't the same as losing yourself"

"Poetic" you drop with a bitter tone. Almost humiliating.

He shrugs, not affected. "I'm not a poet, just a friend who wants to help"

"By seeking out a divorce" you reply, entertained.

"No" sharp. "I'm helping my good friend before he makes the biggest mistake of his life"

"You will break his heart" you add, not knowing why.

"A heart only breaks once. The rest are just scratches"

You can't help but wonder about your father and mother. If he loved her; if she's the only woman he ever loved. Maybe that's why he was so fucked up now. You still remember the weeks after her departure, how he'd drunkenly call her name after shots of tears. In the following morning, he wouldn't recall, and you wouldn't tell him either. Out of empathy or pity, you don't know. He never did again after he married his second, neither when she left. Nor with the next one, and so on. His polite smile when arriving to your office to finalize each never faltered, so maybe Harry was right, at least in that. You won't give him that much credit though, let alone tell him.

You sigh. "If he doesn't want a divorce, there's nothing I can do. What I do, is the legal procedures. Not magic"

"I think you're underestimating yourself" like a nurturing father. You don't know how much you need those words, the forbidden warmth in your chest rather embarrassing. "You could change anyone's mind"

"Right. I'm not a witch"

"Pretty sure I heard a few of your employees call you Wicked Witch of the East Coast as I walked by" he smirks.

"Well, Broadway isn't that far. I'm glad you appreciate their wit" but your gaze is cold. "When you keep them close, they're pretty much the same, but I know I've got both admirers and enemies" a breath goes by. "I'm curious, though. Which are you?"

He's as surprised by your boldness as yourself. Maybe it's the late hour or the bitter adrenaline of caffeine in your veins.

"I'm whatever you want me to be" in that infuriating tone you've yet to decipher; you hate the unknown.

"Always the gentleman" you concede, icy. "Now be the one who tells me why the hell I'm supposed to help your fallen friend"

"Because I'm asking you to"

The tension could be cut with kid scissors.

"Are you paying in advance?" you ask, throat dry.

The billionare smiles.

"A true business woman. Your dad was right"

You give him a tight smile. "He mocks me"

"I don't"

He raises from his seat, an indentation in the shape of him where he just sat. More of Harry in your life, in guarded spaces previously only your own.

"Good. Do we have a deal?"

You extend your hand. When he takes it in his, something clicks.

Harry smiles. "We do"

Your hand burns as if you've just made a deal with the devil.

"Goodnight" he exits your office, voice as soft as only Harry Castillo can.

For a moment, your hand still in the air as his back loses in the dark shadows of your closed office, you can't help but think you've made the worst mistake of your life by agreeing.

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neros-left-pec · 3 days ago

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playing infinity nikki with nero/dante/vergil

🥀 pairings: nero x fem!reader, dante x fem!reader, vergil x fem!reader

🥀 summary: headcanons for how this cute trio would react to you getting super into infinity nikki

🥀 warnings/tags: just fluff + probably OOC

🥀 author's note: i have really bad dmc brainrot but ive never even played the games (don't ask how this happened) LOL. i kinda see these as crack hcs since im not actually familiar with their canon personalities but i hope u can enjoy it regardless!

nero

you've been gone for a huge part of the day, so he starts looking around devil may cry for you. he finds you at your desktop looking VERY engrossed with what you're doing

doing his best to not alert you, he sneaks up behind you. it seems a cute video game has caught your attention, and you're playing dress-up...?

"Wait, each power lets her use a new dress? How does she change so fast?"

thinks it's ridiculous at first, but similar to Vergil he gets weirdly addicted to helping you pick the best scoring combinations

unlike Vergil, he is not very good at it. but he will try his best

"Okay okay, go with the lace gloves, TRUST ME. It's tagged as elegance which is what you need."

like dante, he is convinced he knows what he's talking about, but definitely gets pissed every time his outfits don't work out

"What the fuck, this is impossible! I thought this game was for babies!"

no nero, this game is not for babies. you need to lock in.

one day, you surprise him by coming home in an outfit eerily similar to one he had made for you in the game last week.

gets very visibly flustered when he sees you model it.

it suits you incredibly well and is very tailored to his tastes, since, well, he was the one who made the outfit after all!

he saves up a bit of money and takes you on a shopping spree. he must see you in more outfits

YOU GUYS ARE PLAYING DRESS TO IMPRESS IRL!!!!!

side note but i feel like he would go crazy if he saw you wearing black high heels. he loves black on you

dante

"So it's like dress-up... but with boss fights? Kinda kickass if you ask me."

he tries to help you pick an outfit but always makes the WORST combinations EVER. the outfits colors never match and he makes you wear ugly boots with a pretty dress or something lol

is convinced he is a master fashion designer

"Look at me, I'm adorable as hell!"

not really too interested in the game itself but he likes seeing how into it you get. you get very invested in the story and he finds it adorable. you have a simple heart and he loves you for it

asks you to show off your outfits

"C'mon, spin around. Pose for me, dear! ...Oh yeah that's very nice, I quite like it honestly. You've got some talent, huh?"

sometimes he thinks about how cute you would look in pastels and gets a bit distracted. his brows furrow, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he hides a smile behind his hand.

with his mouth covered, it actually kinda looks like he's grimacing, which is hilarious. he'll often start daydreaming about you and get flustered. others will see him and think he's pissed off because of the tense expression. if only they knew about the big smile that was hidden behind his hand

vergil

he does not understand why you are stressing about losing a "style battle," whatever that meant

he stares at your screen with his arms crossed.

"So foolish..." FOOLISHNESS, Y/N. FOOLISHNESS----

watches silently. secretly enjoys watching you get worked up over something so silly

you ask him for styling advice and using the clothing stats, builds you the most min-maxxed outfit for the style battles. quickly learned the numbers have to do with if you win or not. however, he somehow manages to make them also look gorgeous at the same time (IF YOU PLAY INFINITY NIKKI YOU KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS). he does it to make you happy since you hate ugly outfits

after a while, he gets kinda into it

"No, that shade of mauve does not go with the rest of the outfit... Even the most untrained eye would know that a lady's shoes must match with her bag."

YOU STARE AT HIM....

he looks to the side and walks away.

damn him!

secretly makes a note to buy you a cute ensemble to wear to your next date

he will get rid of the price tags and fold them into your drawers so you happen across them

he will never admit he bought it but you know it was him

and of course, he buys you a bag with matching flats/heels depending on your preference :)

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a99jazzybean · 3 days ago

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hi! i was wondering if you could write a spring related fic since it’s spring! i was thinking a picnic, it could be with jayvik x reader or viktor x reader or jayce x reader, or it could be viktor and the reader like each other and jayce and mel plan a picnic to set them up together. can be fluff or smut, i don’t mind! i love your writing <33

Ahhh this request was so cute, I hope you enjoy this anon!

The Spring Set-Up

synop: Viktor meets you when you're running your family bakery and is immediately smitten. With each passing visit you grow closer and closer and have grown deep affections for the man. However, both you and Viktor are too nervous to ask the other out. Jayce and Mel take it upon themselves to get you to finally admit your feelings for each other.

words: 7K

includes: viktorxfem!reader, jaymel, baker!reader, fluff, smut, public sex, exhibitionism, first date, springtime fun

a/n: This contains smut!!! No minors!

Again, love this request. Please send me more ideas you guys have, I love love love them!

Tinkling from the bell on the front door grabs your attention. Wiping your hands off on your apron, you turn to the counter and smile as a familiar face enters the bakery. This time she’s followed by two companions you have never met before.

“I know you’re going to absolutely love it, Viktor. Remember those tarts I brought you a few weeks ago?” Councilor Medarda speaks over her shoulder to a slim man leaned against a crutch.

“I do recall the tarts. They were quite delicious.” He seems unamused, as if there is something else on his mind at the moment.

“Oh! Those lemon ones were really good!” A taller man beside her exclaims with a bright smile.

Your smile wavers as you realize that the man is none other than Piltover’s golden boy, Jayce Talis. A celebrity if you’ve ever seen one. While Mel was certainly well known in the city, Jayce was a rising star at the moment. All eyes were on him, and if he was enjoying the treats from your bakery… Well, it wouldn’t hurt to have some more star power influencing the business. Even though the prospect was quite intimidating.

Mel had noticed you behind the counter and strode up, elegant as ever. A polite smile on her lips as she approached.

“Councilor Medarda, it’s great to see you!” You greeted her with a cheery smile.

“Oh please,” she waves you off, “you know you can just call me Mel.”

You blush, and rub the back of your neck, slightly embarrassed. That’s right, Mel had told you to drop the formalities awhile ago. Seeing that she was with others though had made you revert back to your original greeting.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you bringing guests.” Mel quirked a brow at you, then understood why you were so flustered.

“Oh dear, there’s no need for that. Jayce is very friendly. Not someone to be intimidated by.” Well, you didn’t need to point that out.

“That obvious, huh?” You chuckled nervously, then cleared your throat. “Anyways… what would you like? The usual for you, I suppose?” You asked Mel and her guests.

With that polite smile, Mel nodded. Amused that you had remembered her order. A medium iced latte with just a dash of vanilla syrup and sugar, along with one of your father’s famous lemon poppy seed muffins.

“Of course, you and your father know me too well.” Mel turned back to the men behind her. “And for you gentleman?”

Jayce tapped his fingers on his chin and leaned over the glass display. The interior was filled with various delicacies that had one’s mouth watering upon its sight. Audible grumbling came from the man’s stomach as he gazed over the various pastries. Sheepishly, he turned to you behind the counter with a blush dusting his cheeks. An amused huff came from Mel as she watched the man.

“Um, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” He chuckled.

“Take your pick, I’m not busy.” You smiled softly, as you gestured to the empty shop.

“Uh, I’ll take the double chocolate muffin then.” He pushed himself up.

“Anything to drink?”

“Just a regular black coffee. No sugar, or cream.”

After you took note of his order, you turned to the remaining man. A jolt shot through you as you made eye contact. Dark amber eyes stared right into yours, making your mouth go dry. How had you not noticed him earlier? His presence had sent your mind reeling. Something about him had you deeply intrigued. Your eyes trailed over his face, but kept returning to that golden gaze. Noticing he had raised a brow, you realized that you had been staring without saying anything.

Clearing your throat again, you spoke.

“Uh, and for you, sir?” You couldn’t recall if had given his name.

“It’s Viktor. And I’ll take a plain black coffee as well.”

“No treats?” You asked, slightly offended. No one shied away from your bakery’s goodies. Based on Mel’s conversation, he had tried some of the treats before.

“Do I need to?” A coy smirk played on his lips as he noticed the shift in your demeanor.

Taken aback, you stuttered.

“W-well, no, but almost no one leaves without one.” You did your best to return a challenging look.

“Maybe I’m no one.” He said coolly, an unfamiliar accent flowing through the vowels of his speech.

“I doubt it.” Okay, this was… fun.

“Is that so?” The question had you almost shivering with the way his tone shifted lower.

Both Mel and Jayce looked at each other. Mel had a knowing sparkle in her eye, while Jayce was amused at this newfound dynamic. Viktor wasn’t known to hold back his opinions, but he had never been this playful with a stranger before. Though, the man was very good at getting a read on others. Perhaps he had just stumbled upon someone that had piqued his interest. Jayce would take note of that.

Viktor hadn’t been one to really “put himself out there” so to speak. Maybe, just maybe, you could be the one to change that. Especially considering how amused Viktor appeared to be as he flustered you.

“Yes,” you puffed out your chest in confidence. No one questioned the quality of your family business. “I think you need to try something. What did Mel give you last time?”

“Hmm, fair enough. I’ll give you a second chance.” He smirked at your offended gasp. “I had some mediocre tarts.” He pointed to where a stack sat in the display case.

“Second chance? Ridiculous, those are some of our best sellers.” It was just teasing, he had to be.

“Like I said, maybe I’m not like the others.” It was bullshit, Mel and Jayce knew it.

In fact, it was through Viktor’s praise of the treats that inspired Mel to bring the men to the bakery.

After a long week of toiling away on new hexgems, Mel decided to pop by to treat the men hard at work. She made quite the large order from you and surprisingly picked it up herself. Though you didn’t mind, chatting with the councilor had become quite an enjoyable pastime as she attended your bakery. The woman had ordered a variety of treats, including your famous tarts. As she set the box of goodies down, the men had swarmed her. Jayce giddily opened the gift, thanking the woman profusely. The two had never been the best at feeding themselves, it was the least she could do. Viktor curiously peeked over Jayce into the box, his eyes landing on a blueberry tart that seemed to be calling his name.

Quickly, he plucked it from the box and took a large bite out of it. Jayce and Mel practically snapped their necks to look at Viktor after he made the most lewd sounding moan created by man. The dessert was absolute perfection. A beautiful blend of sweet and tart mixed with a lovely crumbly crust. Heaven in a tart. He had finished the treat in no time flat, immediately reaching for another.

He kept going on and on about how whoever had made the tarts had to have such a vast knowledge on proper baking skills. How the puff pastry was perfectly layered, taking amazing skill. How the tart filling had such balanced flavors. Another tart in his hands, half eaten, as he pointed out to each part that had him in awe. A perfect tart.

Jayce was surprised at how knowledgeable Viktor was on the ins-and-outs of baking, but didn’t question it. Viktor had quite the vast amount of knowledge, it wasn’t surprising to discover yet another niche subject of his.

Mel decided she had to take the men to the bakery. Perhaps Viktor would find some other camaraderie outside of Jayce.

“You must tell me where you found these?” Viktor practically pleaded with Mel.

“It’s a little bakery on the West side, called The Auburn Fox. I’ll take you there sometime.”

Back in the bakery, Mel and Jayce were watching your interaction with Viktor with heightened amusement. It was clear Viktor was just messing with you, but this was the most outgoing the two had ever seen the man before. Clearly, you had quite the unique pull on him..

“I don’t believe you,” you crossed your arms and pouted. The action drawing Viktor’s eyes to your lips. They looked soft… Quickly they flitted back to you. He hoped you hadn’t noticed.

“You told Mel they were delicious.” You stated bluntly.

“So you were eavesdropping on us?” He hummed with amusement, making you scoff.

“Don’t try to change the subject. I heard what you said.” With that you walked over to the display case.

Pulling out some tongs, you grabbed a tart from the stack in the case and placed it on a plate. Viktor followed your movements feeling his mouth water. Surely, he would be caught if he tried one of those delicious tarts. Though with how much he was enjoying your smug look, he didn’t think he would mind you winning this faux feud.

Placing the plate in front of Viktor, you motioned for him to take it.

“On the house. Just so I can prove you wrong.”

“If you insist,” he picked up the treat, inspecting it. This one had a deep red filling, a lovely fruity smell wafting from it. “What flavor is it?” His gaze returned to yours. Those gold eyes sending a shiver through you.

“Rhubarb. We just picked some from our garden yesterday. It’s one of the most in season produce.”

He hummed in thought, then brought the tart to his mouth. Tongue licking his lips in anticipation, catching your eye. The movement had you studying his face again, now spotting the mole right on the corner of his lips. He smirked as he caught you staring, then took a bite.

As soon as the tart’s flavor hit his tongue, he was done for. The beautiful flavor washing over his tastebuds made him give out a content moan. The sound made a large smile grow on your face.

“Aha! I was right! You do like the tarts.” You stood prouder.

“I suppose I must concede.” He nodded at you after swallowing. “You do make delicious treats.”

“Oh, you should’ve heard him when he first tried them!” Jayce interjected, fully ready to embarrass his partner.

“T-t-there's no need for that Jayce.” Viktor attempted to stop the man.

“Oh c’mon, V, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sure she’d love to hear how loudly you moaned when eating the blueberry tart.”

Red bloomed on Viktor’s face and neck, making you chuckle.

“Is that true?” You asked, a glimmer in your eye.

“It isn’t not true.” Viktor mumbled.

You gave the man a soft smile. The tender action made his heart jolt.

“Well I’ll take that as a great compliment. Thank you.” The sincerity in your voice made his chest tighten.

He didn’t even know your name, yet you already had this effect on him. Beautiful, witty, and clearly talented in your field. Oh, he was smitten. And that revelation had definitely been spotted by his compatriots. The two seemingly plotting something.

Taking your win, you decided to get the other orders ready. Pouring out the black coffees and making Mel’s latte. You warmed up the muffins and plated them. When you were done, you placed the order on the counter.

“Your order is ready!” You chirped.

The trio gratefully took their orders. Viktor gave you a nod as he grabbed his coffee. A smirk playing on his lips as his eyes locked with yours.

“Care to join us?” Mel invited, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes.

Waving them off, you give another smile. Shrugging off the way she looked at you, you turned back to your work. As you returned to preparing loaves of bread for the afternoon, you felt eyes on your back. Specifically amber eyes, ones that you couldn’t get out of your head. Though you were not alone, Viktor too couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“So…” Mel brought Viktor out of his thoughts.

The trio had decided to sit outside taking advantage of the warmer weather. Sunlight streamed through leaves overhead, sending dancing patterns of shadows around the area. A light breeze still kept the weather relatively cool.

“So?” Viktor questioned Mel.

“What did you think of her?” She asked Viktor, nodding to the inside of the bakery.

Viktor turned his attention inside. Watching your back as you worked. Then he turned back to Mel, his brows raised with curious suspicion.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you were flirting with her.” Jayce interjected, taking a swig of his coffee.

Viktor’s mouth dropped in surprise, eyes widening at Jayce’s blatantness.

“I, what?” He couldn’t come up with a retort. His face blooming red.

“You were flirting, it was obvious. Right?” Jayce turned to an amused Mel.

“It did appear that Viktor was interested in her. So what did you think?” Mel leaned on her hands, cocking her head curiously.

Viktor’s face flushed even more red.

“She seemed interesting is all.”

“That’s all? It looked like you were more involved than that? Turning your conversation into a challenge and all…” Jayce gave Viktor a cheeky smirk.

“You can be insufferable, Talis.” Viktor spat.

To keep himself from speaking further into a hole, Viktor shoved more of his tart into his mouth. The flavor making him hum with content, but he couldn’t help but think of you again. Knowing that you had managed to make something so delicious had him wondering what else you were capable of. From just your conversation alone he could tell you were witty, seemingly able to match his speed. A very refreshing change of pace for the man, one that he would be thinking about for a while.

Though that wouldn’t be the only thing he thought about when it came to you. In his mind his thoughts trailed to your smile. The bright twinkle in your eyes as he challenged you. Your airy laughter as you had caught him in his lie. The thoughts making him grow more and more fond, despite the fact that he didn’t even know you. So, he decided he would.

Two days later, Viktor made an appearance in your store again. This time your father happened to be manning the front of house while you were cleaning up after the morning rush. Viktor slowly made his way to the counter, his eyes catching your form bent over a table. You were cleaning off the remnants of crumbs and any rings left by glasses and mugs. He did his best to stare respectfully, but his eyes managed to wander to the lovely curve of your ass.

Cracking your back, you stood back up. When you turned, you were met with amber eyes that sent another jolt through you. Pushing out a short breath, you straightened up and smiled.

“Good afternoon Viktor. Back for more mediocre tarts?” You teased.

Your voice caught the attention of your father. He gave a hearty laugh at your comment.

“So this is the guy that called your tarts mediocre?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head at Viktor. “I don’t let anyone disrespect my girl like that, young man.”

Viktor was taken aback at how friendly your father was. He assumed you had told him about your encounter with him. Hopefully your father wasn’t actually disappointed in him. From the cheery grin on his face, he was obviously teasing him like you had been.

Rubbing his neck in embarrassment, Viktor walked up to the counter to order.

“I suppose it was a bit rude of me. Your desserts are lovely.” He spoke to your father.

“Oh, don’t tell me. My lovely girl has to take the credit for the tarts, learned it from her mama.”

“Oh, do you not bake as well?” Viktor thought the shop was an effort for both you and your father. Though he didn’t know all too much about you really.

“Sometimes, though the arthritis causes my fingers to lock up sometimes.” Your father shrugged.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, my girl takes care of all things baking. I’m just the one who makes sure the lights stay on and the water keeps running.” He gave another hearty chuckle. “Now, enough about our little shop. What can I getcha?”

“Oh. Uh.” He hadn’t even thought about what to order.

Before your father could interject, you slid in front of him at the register. A coy smile on your lips. One that had Viktor’s heart stuttering.

“He’ll take a tart and a black coffee, plain. Right?”

“Right.” Viktor’s throat went dry.

Here you were again, having this awestriking effect on him. It was something he could get used to. Something that greatly enticed him.

“Great! We’ve got apricot tarts in this time! I’m sure you’ll love them.”

Your father pet your head before you went to grab his order. Viktor watched you, memorizing how you freely moved around your working space.

In no time, you had his order ready. A plate with an apricot tart, and a fresh mug of coffee greeting him, along with your bright smile.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” You chirped.

“Would you like to join me?” He hoped this time you would accept the invite.

Your eyes brightened, and smile grew wider. Turning to your father, he nodded with a knowing smile. Waving you off, he spoke.

“Go on, take a break. Don’t recall the last time you’ve done that.”

“Thanks dad.” You gave him a quick peck on a stubbled cheek, then moved to join Viktor.

From the display case, you pulled a slice of cake out for yourself. On cue, your father handed you a mug of coffee, then you joined Viktor at a table by the front window.

As he waited, Viktor took in the interior of the bakery. It was rustic with exposed brick walls and wooden accents. Along one wall was a hand painted mural or a fox pouncing around various baked goods. Hanging lights cast a warm glow around the place. It was very cozy, somewhere he could easily find himself spending more time at. Especially if you would be making an appearance.

You sat in front of him, then looked over the man. While you had taken in his appearance before, you didn’t get this close of a look at him. The mole by his lips that you had noticed before was accompanied by another under his right eye. Brown locks were messily brushed through with what you assumed were his long fingers. Slender appendages that were lazily tapping on the table, slightly stained with ink and oil. Recalling a previous conversation with Mel, you remembered she had mentioned the scientists that she sponsored. Now the pieces were clicking for you.

“So you’re a scientist.” You spoke first.

“I am.” He smiled softly. “What gave it away?”

“Mel has told me about you, though not by name.” You took a bite of cake, enjoying the sweetness of the frosting. “Hextech, right?”

“Correct.” He wasn’t really sure how to continue the conversation. Though it didn’t seem like he needed to. Your curious nature asking him more.

“So you must be loaded then?” Your question was a joke, but you were still genuinely wondering.

“Already asking a man about his money?” He gave an airy chuckle.

“I like to know what I’m working with.” You teased.

“That’s quite bold of you,” he sipped on some of his coffee. Letting the pause hang in the air. “I would say I live very comfortably.”

“I would hope so, considering you’ve literally changed the entirety of the world’s commerce.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. Hextech wasn’t something he had worked on to promote capitalistic ventures, but he and Jayce needed funding. Therefore, it was a bit of a necessary evil.

“It wasn’t our first choice of invention. But the Hexgates did grant us a great understanding of the arcane.” He hummed in thought.

“What would be your first choice?” This wasn’t just small talk, you genuinely wished to know.

“I want to help people. Both Jayce and I do.” Viktor was finding himself greatly enjoying your presence. Outside of Jayce, no one ever really asked about his wants.

Sure, Mel knew about them, but that was merely pragmatism. The woman was able to act with tact when necessary, and managed to deal with Viktor in such a manner.

However, there was you. A woman he had barely met, already asking about his wishes with unadulterated sincerity. Refreshing, yes, and something that had him feeling fulfilled. Even if he had yet to reach those goals, you wanted to hear about them.

“That’s a noble cause.” You said, that soft smile playing on your lips. A sight that Viktor could get used to.

“It’s a necessary cause.” His gaze grew serious.

Briefly, your eyes flitted to the crutch leaning against the wall, then back to Viktor. He caught the minute action, and huffed out. Though, you weren’t looking at him with pity. You sat patiently, waiting for him to continue. Not as though you were afraid of offending him, more so that you were genuinely interested in what he had to say.

“It is a necessary cause for me personally, yes. However, there are others I wish to help.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Eyes scrunched shut as he thought how to continue. Would you take offense to his selfishness? Looking back up at you, he realized you were still waiting for him to speak. Nodding your head, you encouraged him to continue.

“In order for me to help others, I do need to help myself.”

“I think your cause is both noble and necessary.” You said confidently, smile wider. An infectious one that had Viktor returning a smile back at you. “I don’t think you should worry about whether or not your aspirations are selfish. In the end, they will aid those in need, no?”

He nodded at your query.

“So it’s a win-win in my eyes.” With that, you reached for his now empty plate and mug.

Before you could walk off with the items, a slender hand lightly reached for your wrist. Shivers crawled up your spine at his touch. From his seat, those amber eyes sent a jolt into your stomach. Sparkling with a sincerity you had the rare pleasure of witnessing.

“Thank you.” He paused, chewing his tongue as he thought about his next words carefully. “It feels good to talk like that.”

Again, you gave him a bright smile.

“Of course, Viktor. I’ll lend an ear any time.” You meant it, and he knew it.

Viktor had begun to make a regular appearance at your bakery. Now your father knew the man by name and had his order memorized. However, he always had you preparing it for the scientist. Your father also had developed a new habit of making himself scarce and telling you to take a break when Viktor happened to visit. While it was an odd change, you didn’t mind it. Seeing Viktor had now become a highlight of your day.

When he wasn’t able to make it in, he always apologized the next day. Every time you told him not to worry about it, but it did feel nice knowing he was thinking about you.

By now the man had managed to try every flavor of tart you offered during the season. You told him new ones would come with summer and fall, but he didn’t mind having the same flavors repeatedly. As long as you joined him, he enjoyed the treats. Plus, admittedly, he seemed to be addicted to the pastries. He didn’t know if he should tell you that though, considering how smug you had been the first time. He didn’t know if his heart would fare another playful fight with you.

Repeatedly, you had tugged away at his heartstrings. Always listening to him so intently and actively participating in conversation. Then there were your own aspirations. Growing your family business and working on a program to help feed those in need. The bakery was fairly well off, but most of what you earned went straight into maintaining the business. Ever so slowly you were working your way to completing your philanthropic goals.

“I could help, you know.” Viktor said after you had laid out your plan for a soup kitchen on the border of the undercity and Piltover.

“Viktor, I could never ask you to do that.” You didn’t want him to feel like he had to aid you just because you were friends.

“I want to help you.” He emphasized, reaching for your hand across the table. “Just as much as you wish for me to accomplish my dreams, I wish the same for you.”

Your chest tightened at his words. Viktor had found himself opening up more and more to you with each meeting. This tenderness was unnatural for him, yet felt right when it came to you. A person like you deserved this sweetness, and he would smother you in it. That is… if you would have him.

However, he could never ask that of you. Both of you were so deeply entrenched in your own business. He would feel as if he was distracting you from your aspirations. Even if he so deeply wished that you would look at him the same.

Little did the man know, you did. It was honestly surprising to you that he hadn’t caught on. You were never good at hiding your true feelings. Something your father would tease you about.

You felt the same as Viktor though, not wanting to pull him away from his work. Both of you continued to dance around your true feelings. It was much to your friends’ detriment. Jayce and Mel held back their groans as you spoke about each other. Jayce wished to knock some sense into his partner, and Mel wanted to shake your shoulders hoping you would figure it out after some tough love. It seemed that those ways wouldn’t work though.

Instead, the two began plotting. If they couldn’t get you to that conclusion on your own, then they needed to intervene. It would be simple. Jayce pretending to find an excuse for Viktor to go outside. Mel would nonchalantly order some of your famous tarts to be delivered to a nearby park, with a secret warning to your father that you would be out. Him and Mel shared a knowing wink as she placed the order.

While you might be his baby girl, your father had hoped you would get out more. Always holed up in the shop was not doing well for your social life. Plus, he was getting older. The fear of aging making him concerned that he wouldn’t be able to take care of you. Yes, you were a confident and independent woman, but what good father wished to see his daughter alone? Viktor was a lovely gentleman, never making your father worry once. His polite first impression made him a major contender in your non-existent line-up of suitors.

Together, this unlikely trio managed to set up the perfect spring time date. A lovely picnic that Jayce would ditch Viktor on, just for you to show up. An absolutely perfect opportunity for the two of you to confess your affections for each other.

You didn’t bat an eye when your father sent you off with the basket of goodies. Mel wasn’t a stranger to ordering delivery, so the task was simple enough. Plus, you got to enjoy the wonderful weather outside.

After a few dreary days of thunderstorms, the clouds had parted into a wonderful sunny day. A cool breeze flowed through your hair as you made your way through town. You were heading to a secluded park next to a little-known pond. A very intimate setting. You wondered if Mel and Jayce were going on a date. Perhaps it would be odd of you to intrude, though you were on the job. You doubted they would mind your brief presence.

Viktor begrudgingly allowed Jayce to drag him to the park. He bribed him with feeding ducks with the old frozen peas pushed deep in the lab freezer. It was a lovely day, and after the amount of work the two had been doing, a break was much needed. With the air pressure back down, Viktor’s leg was feeling significantly better. While dreary weather tended to appeal to his mood most days, the changes in the atmosphere could be quite the bane of his existence. The reprieve from the storms was something he wouldn’t take for granted.

Jayce had made a big display for their outing. Laying out a large picnic blanket on a slightly shaded hill. It had the perfect view of the pond. Dotting the water were mother ducks with their yellow ducklings. Viktor spotted a swan couple on one end as well, along with their babies. He would be sure to give them a good fill of peas later.

As Jayce continued to set up the picnic, he paused peering into the basket. With a bit too much force, he slapped his forehead.

“Oh! I’m sorry V, I forgot something.” He couldn’t help but smile, knowing what was coming next. “I’ll go grab it real quick, gimme like ten minutes.”

Rolling his eyes, Viktor paid no mind to the man’s over enthusiastic antics. He was just enjoying the short amount of rest he was able to get during this break. Sighing with content, the man laid back on the blanket and closed his eyes.

After a few minutes he heard the shuffling of grass nearby. Peeking open an eye, he was blinded by the sun. He put his arm over his head, and watched as a figure above him came into view. His heart jolted as he realized you were peering down at him curiously.

“Good afternoon.” You said cheerily, that sweet smile on your lips.

“Good afternoon.” He said, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

Viktor sat up and looked around the park. There was no sign of Jayce. A realization dawned on him. Slowly, he turned back to you, eyes wide.

“Is everything alright?” Your brows were furrowed with concern at the shift in his demeanor.

He shook off the nerves, and cleared his throat.

“Uh, yes. Of course.” He chuckled awkwardly. “What brings you here?”

“Mel had me deliver some tarts to a picnic at this park. Which I’m assuming is here.” You gazed around the park. “Is she joining you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

You placed the basket beside him and noticed a letter inside.

“Oh! There’s a letter for you in here.”

Viktor’s name was written in cursive on the envelope, unmistakably Mel’s penmanship. Swallowing thickly, he reached for the letter and opened it. Eyes widening as he read through it.

Viktor,

Since you appear to be inept at making any romantic advances to someone you clearly hold affections for. Jayce and I have taken it upon ourselves to set up a lovely picnic for the two of you. Enjoy the treats and wine! You may thank us at a later date.

Beneath Mel’s letter, Jayce had written a note as well.

P.S. Tell her how you feel! Seriously, V, it’s getting really irritating that you won’t. If you don’t I will! That is a threat and a promise! Love, Jayce

A small heart was drawn next to his note. Viktor rolled his eyes and huffed. Looking back at you, he realized you were patiently waiting for him.

“It appears we have been set up, miláčku.” You didn’t understand the petname, but with the soft way he said it, you could tell it was sweet.

“Set up?” You asked as you sat beside him.

You couldn’t recall being this close to him before. Sure, he had occasionally reached for your hand, but that was always across a table. Now you were practically shoulder to shoulder, legs sliding against each other. With the closeness you could smell the sweet musk of his cologne along with the remnants of oil and metal from his time in the lab.

Beside you, Viktor was taking you in as well. The smell of vanilla and butter wafting off you deliciously. How soft your exposed skin looked. The sun sparkling in your windswept hair. Instinctively, he reached for a piece curling around your cheek. Pushing it behind your ear gently, the tender action made your face burn.

He smirked at the flustered state he had put you in.

“You didn’t answer me.” You said softly.

“You’re a smart woman, I’m sure you were able to reach the same conclusion I have.” He smirked at you. Enjoying the way your eyes sparkled when you made the realization.

“Did they set us up on a date?” You asked.

He nodded, smiling softly.

“Yes, they have.”

You could feel your heart thudding in your chest as your face grew redder. Was your attraction to the man that obvious? You thought you had been doing a good job at hiding how you felt. Oh how wrong you were.

“I think we’ve been dancing around this conversation for quite some time now.” He said, reaching for your hand.

You allowed him to slip his fingers between yours, his touch made you shiver. With shaky fingers, you curled your hand with his.

“I suppose we have.” You nodded, staring down at your conjoined hands.

Looking back up, you realized Viktor had been watching you. His gold eyes desperately reading your face, hoping that you felt the same. Worry filled those amber pools. Worry that you wished to dissipate.

Impulsively, you leaned in. Lightly pressing your lips to him, he gave a shocked huff. His eyes widening, then fluttering shut. Viktor leaned into the kiss, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek. The other holding your hand tightened, grounding him. Allowing him to recognize this moment as reality and not another one of his dreams.

Sighing with content, you pulled back. Viktor’s mouth hung open slightly, his breathing grew a bit labored. He wasn’t done yet. With the hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back in.

Opening his mouth, his tongue prodded at your lips. You parted them, meeting your tongue with his. Your taste had him groaning, just as sweet as your desserts. You gave a soft moan as he pressed against you. Soft hands tangled in his chestnut locks, lightly tugging. The action earning you another groan against your lips.

He pulled away from you, touching his forehead against yours. His lips kissed all over your face and neck making you giggle.

“Viktor!” You squeaked, as he pinned you underneath him.

Looking up at him, you were mesmerized. His amber gaze searched your face for any flicker of doubt. When he didn’t find any he leaned back down to kiss you. His hand caressed down your side, then reached under your dress. You froze up at the movement, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Viktor, anyone could see!” You whispered, eyes wide.

He remained composed, his hand tracing circles on your exposed thigh. He gave you a toothy grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he returned back to his previous movement.

“Let them see.” He said lowly, sending a shiver through you.

It didn’t matter to him. He needed you now. For so long he had gone without affections from another. Now here you were, so beautiful and willing. Wanting him of all people. It was something fueled by desperation, but he would follow it. Follow whatever would lead him to having you completely.

His fingers reached your panties and he groaned. The slender appendages traced over the damp fabric.

“Already so wet.” He groaned, hot breath against your ear. “I need to feel you, lásko.” He breathed out.

Nodding, you gave him permission.

“Please.”

His fingers slipped your panties down your legs, then he pushed a long finger inside of your wet heat. A loud moan escaping you, you clamped your hand over your mouth after hearing the sound. Viktor practically growled as he ripped his hand off of your face. Eyes darkening as he stared into yours.

“No, I want to, I need to hear you.” He lifted himself over you.

A smirk dancing on his lips as he played with your drenched pussy. Fingers tracing over your folds, and circling your clit. Your thighs clenched and lifted up, begging for more from the man. This time he plunged two fingers inside you. The action making you cry out. He licked his lips as he watched you come undone beneath him. Your thighs were shaking with each press to the spongy spot on your inner walls. Each pump of his fingers making a knot form in your belly. Something was getting closer and closer to snapping. He groaned as he watched your eyes roll back. The walls of your pussy tightening around his fingers. Closer, and closer, he took in all of you as his fingers worked you to the edge.

“Viktor… ah… Vikor…” You were babbling now. Pleasure made tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

One final thrust into your heat had you convulsing. Your release drenching Viktor’s fingers, making him stare at you in awe. Gold eyes roaming over your spent body, taking in your trembling form. Your mouth letting out soft moans as you came down from the high of your climax. But he wasn’t done yet.

Looking around, he didn’t spot any people. Carefully, he slid off his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers to his thighs. Just enough to expose himself to you. With wide eyes, you watched as he gripped his cock. Long, slender, with a delicious curve. It had your legs shaking with anticipation.

You couldn’t recall the last time you had sex, and now the man you had been harboring affections for was about to take you. In a public park no less. The idea had you buzzing. Your pussy was begging to be filled.

The head of his cock slid against your folds teasingly. While Viktor would love to take his time with you. There was a desperate need to just thrust into you and fill you. So that’s what he did. His cock sheathing inside quickly, the movement making your hips jolt. You cried out as he began to move inside you. The tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Again, you found yourself babbling. Your hands clawed at Viktor’s back for purchase. Locking your legs around his hips, you found yourself subconsciously meeting each of his thrusts. Your clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvis.

Your next orgasm was on the horizon. Each press against you building up that intense pressure within you. Viktor wasn’t far behind.

When your warmth sucked him in, he felt like he could have released in that moment. Tight, wet heat surrounded him, making him groan with each thrust. He was thankful for the cool breeze as he continued to pound into you.

“Viktor… I-I’m…” You couldn’t finish your sentence.

Pure pleasure washed over you as you came. Pussy clenching against Viktor making him curse out. More of your release splashed against his pelvis, drenching the picnic blanket beneath you.

“Fuck, yes. Oh. Fuck.” He cried out as you squeezed him.

Quickly, his release came. Hot ropes of cum flooding inside you, providing a comforting warmth. Your pussy fluttered around him as his cock twitched inside, releasing as much as he could.

Your hands wrapped around the man’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hands caressed your body. He watched as he pulled himself out of you with a groan. Enjoying the way his cum slid down your thighs. A sight he could get used to.

After pulling his pants up, Viktor laid down next to you. A content smile on his face.

“I would love to do that again.” He reached for your hand and pressed it to his lips. “If you will have me.”

“The impromptu date? Or the public sex?” You teased with an airy chuckle, still catching your breath.

“Hmm… why not both? Though perhaps the sex could be somewhere a bit more private.” He turned to you, eyes glimmering.

You realized you hadn’t actually confessed anything to the man. Your impulsive kiss had led you to making love in public, yet you hadn’t even said how you felt.

“I really like you Viktor. I like you a lot.” You said as you turned to face him.

“I sure would hope so.”

“I would like to continue this.” You said.

“As would I.”

He leaned in placing a soft kiss against your forehead, then nose, then lips. The tender action had you smiling against his mouth as you kissed him back.

Shuffling from behind you, had you both jolting up. Coming over a hill was Jayce and Mel. The large man was bright red in the face, while the woman had a coy smile playing on her lips. As they approached, you and Viktor attempted to make yourselves presentable. Mel waved you off.

“I was expecting our little setup to be entertaining… However, I wasn’t expecting a full show like that.” She teased.

Your face burned red.

“Y-you were watching?” You squeaked.

“Of course, we set this date up. We wanted to witness the fruits of our labor. Though we might have gotten more than we had bargained for. Isn’t that right Jayce?” Mel hummed, amused at how flustered the man was.

“Mhmm.” Jayce couldn’t make eye contact with you. Your eyes darted to the hand that was attempting to nonchalantly cover a very prominent bulge in his pants.

“Well as entertaining as that was, I suggest you two leave that in the bedroom next time.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Viktor reached for your hand. A teasing smirk played on his lips. “We will.”

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