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You're a racewinner (Lando Norris)

The one where Lando won his first Formula One race

Note: english is not my first language. That race took years out of my life and all of the tears out of me, but I couldn't not do something for this moment ✨️

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Cw: alludes to smut at the end, curse words

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"Baby, can you come here and help me, please?", Lando called from the hotel bathroom, "I can't place this quite right".

Getting the plaster from your boyfriend's fingers, you fiddled with it a little before holding Lando's jaw so he could face you properly, "stay still,", you whispered, applying the sterile material on his nose cut with a tender touch.

"Thank you, lovie", Lando mumbled once you peeled both hands away from his face, pecking your lips, "couldn't help myself when I have your beautiful face so close to mine", he snickered.

Shaking your head at his capacity of turning you into mush, you pecked his nose gently, "are you going to play padel the whole afternoon?", you wondered.

"I'm not sure, I think so - we have dinner reservations downstairs though, Will, Mark and Oscar said they'd join us as well", he offered.

"Okay", you nodded, grabbing your laptop so you could get on with work at the desk in your room.

"Do you have a lot of work to do today, angel?", he asked, kissing your naked shoulder as he looked at the screen. For his life, he couldn't understand half of what you had written in there, let alone actually do any of the smart tasks you had in there.

"It's not too bad - it's the administrative boring stuff that I actually enjoy doing", you admitted. There wasn't much to it, and while your colleagues found it boring, you found comfort on the sequential and system like steps.

"I'm going then - call me if you need anything, okay?", he kissed the top of your head, "I love you".

"I love you too, Lan - enjoy yourself!", you kissed him back before he grabbed his things and left the room.

It certainly wasn't something you did for every race, but whenever it did, you'd fly in earlier with Lando and work remotely whenever he had his own duties and activities.

After King's Day, you and Lando flew over to Miami, the sunshine greeting you to contrast with the gloomy days you had back home. Warm weather always made you feel happier and you welcomed the golden hues on your skin after spending the first two days basking in eachother's presence by the pool and walks along the beach.

By the time Lando came back, he was met with you putting your laptop back into your backpack, "all done for today, beautiful?".

"Yes - for the week actually! There was a meeting that was cancelled and the other was pushed for next week, so I went ahead with the rest and it's all done!", you smiled, "I was about to shower when you texted saying that you were on your way back".

"You were waiting for me? Such a good girl", Lando whispered on your ear after wrapping his arms around your towell covered body, "let's go then", he pulled you with him.

After a shower filled with soft touches that were a thin line away from teasing, you both got ready for dinner, meeting the rest of the group at the restaurant.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?", Mark asked Lando once you were already enjoying your meal.

"What's tomorrow?", you questioned.

"I'm going the yoga class with Hilton - actually, you can come to that now that you don't have the meeting anymore", your boyfriend suggested, "you're a good... yoga practising person".

"That one on the beach? Am I allowed to go?", you asked. You wouldn't mind having a muscle stretching session.

"I'm sure they can put a mat down for you", Mark offered, "I'll text them about it".

"Lando will just get distracted by you and fall on his face - at least you can add to that plaster", Oscar joked before taking a sip of his water and earning himself a kick in the shin from your boyfriend.

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"My girlfriend is actually quite good - I asked her to teach me some of this stuff because i didn't want to be too bad at it", Lando admitted, winking at you while he dusted the sand off of his fingers.

So far, the class was one of the funniest videos you've ever watched Lando record. He was really taking on the job and the part seriously, answering Alli with all of the lines you had told him about yesterday. Since you were sitting further at the back, you could giggle freely at his antics, stealing quick looks from eachother every chance you could.

"Look at this excellent form!", Alli complimented as she watched the rest of the class.

"She's talking about me, not you guys - me!", Lando chirped in as he stretched his arms up.

"Now this one is really good to stretch your hips", Ali added as she moved into a different position.

"Work on this one, lovie!", Lando shouted at you, "but be careful, okay?", he ensured as he looked to see if you were doing it well.

"I'm good, Lan, thank you!", you giggled, shaking your head before changing your feet position on the mat.

"Are you afraid of the sand?", Alli asked.

"I don't like the sand, no", Lando snickered, swatting the grains away from his hands, "Y/N will tell you all about it since she's always making fun of me because of it - she's lucky she's cute otherwise I might get mad", he argued half jokingly.

As the crew tidied the area, Lando crept up behind you, hugging your waist and pulling you to his chest, "did you like it, love?".

"It was nice, yes - my back and hips feel better actually", you smiled, resting your hands on top of his around your tummy.

"That's good", he placed a soft kiss on your neck, "how about we go and take advantage of that then?", he whispered.

"Lan, we're outside and we were doing yoga!", you scolded softly despite the goosebumps erupting on your skin. The warm Miami air didn't have anything to do with that reaction, so Lando knew you were just as bad as he was.

"We'll go to our room, of course - you look so good in these leggings and this top", he turned you around to face his chest, his hands grabbing a handful of your hips and butt, "I can tell you want it too", he smirked.

Playing coy, you fiddled with the string of his hoodie. How he was wearing it under this sun and warmth, you had no idea, but it would be a plus to touch and admire his body underneath it.

"You don't need to do anything else?", you asked. Despite your desire, you would never do anything that go between his work duties.

"No, I'm free for the rest of the day", he smiled.

As soon as you got the okay to leave and call it a day, Lando was a man on a mission to spoil you and let you lose yourselves in eachother.

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Media day was usually the quietest day, but given the media and celebrity attention the paddock got for this Grand Prix, it was quite packed and action filled.

"Hello handsome", you greeted Lando once he came to meet you in the lounge for some lunch.

"I'm tired and I haven't done any racing yet", he muttered, "the social media team made me film this video which I think you'll like", he said, getting his phone from his pocket and showing it to you.

"Aren't we full of ourselves, hm? It's a video of your handsome face", you pointed out teasingly, kissing his cheek before watching it again.

"Are you saying you don't like it? If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have watched it again and again", Lando tickled, ending up having to hold your back so you wouldn't fall to the ground.

"You look very handsome, baby", you agreed with him, catching your breath as you sat on his lap.

"We also met Jimmy Butler and the team brought one of the trophies out - it was so cool, look!", he showed you on his phone, flickering through his gallery.

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The first sprint qualifying session gave the team a 1-2, followed by Lando's pole position for the second session was applauded by everyone in the garage, "I'm not sure how it's going to be with the compound change though, but everyone else is also changing so we'll see", Mark observed. 

The car seemed to skid away slightly, the grip level from the new tire not allowing Lando a smooth turn as you watched his on-board for the third and last qualifying session. 

"I'm happy with everything, just not one thing", you heard Lando say in the post qualifying interviews.

You didn't get to see him before he went to the media pen, so you couldn't whisper sweet words to him before he went out there. Not that he would listen to them too much anyway. If there was something you learned over the years is that you should let him come to you, no matter how much you wanted to hold him in your arms.

He was always too hard on himself and it was no different after this qualifying. You waited around for him, chatting with some of the team members while you did so to pass the time.

"Lando!", you waved, calling him so he could notice you.

"I need to go to my driver's room", he offered his hand out for you to hold and follow him.

Once you were inside, you wrapped your arms around Lando's neck, kissing his neck multiple times and rubbing his back.

"I can't believe I did that? Not even a rookie would've done that shitshow, it's like I forgot how to drive", Lando muttered, shaking his head.

"Everyone struggled with the grip Lando, they were either eating up their tires or squiding away", you reasoned with him, "I don't think any of the guys thought they had a good lap".

"Mine surely wasn't", Lando scoffed.

"Hey, look at me", you said sternly, cupping his face in your hands to make sure he wasn't looking elsewhere.

You had to let him come to you, but that didn't mean you couldn't give him a piece of your mind first.

"You have been with this team since you were a kid, Lando, and everyone inside this hospitality is rooting for you, bad day or good day, everyone has your back, and as well as you don't win on your own, you don't lose or get a bad result on your own. Everyone out there is supporting you and no one thinks you're a failure or a bad driver", you stated.

You knew what was going on inside his head, Lando reasoned with himself - there was no point in lying to you or saying that he wasn't feeling like that when you could practically read him like a book.

"You're only as good as your last race, Y/N that's how this sport works", Lando offered.

"Then let's make this one count - the weekend has barely begun", you rubbed his cheek.

"I have to go to debrief", Lando mumbled, looking down before he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, thank you", he whispered, squeezing your wrists before kissing them too.

"I love you too, all of you and everything that you do", you winked before he left his driver's room.

As soon as all of his duties were taken care of, you went back to the hotel, deciding to stay in for the night after a long shower.

"Come here so I can play with your hair and magically pull away all of those bad thoughts going on inside there", you smiled, finally sitting down on the bed.

Lando didn't want to seem needy or clingy, but every time you reached for the body moisturiser to scoop some of it out and rub it on your skin, he felt himself deflate a little, having to wait a little more to be able to touch you.

Crawling to your hold, your boyfriend rested his head on your chest as his arms circled your waist, feeling your fingers do as you had told him.

"Do you think tomorrow will be better?", he muttered.

"I don't know for sure, but I hope so", you answered honestly, "you deserve a good result tomorrow, you deserve all the good things, love", you added.

"I don't deserve you", he mumbled, looking up at you.

"You do, Lando", you kissed his forehead.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me", he stated, "whether I deserve you or not is another ballgame, but I hope you never leave me".

"It's not on my plans, no", you chuckled despite the seriousness of your words, "do you know what is though? Sleep, because tomorrow you have a big day", you kissed his lips, "go to sleep, baby".

"I love you, baby - sweet dreams", Lando whispered.

"They always are when you're here with me", you murmured.

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"Fucking hell", you groaned, "is he staying out?", you wondered outloud.

The team radio with the veredict came in quickly, deciding that the risk they would be getting into by continuing the race and potentially worsening whatever damage the car had was not worth the points that would be up for grabs. Like so, they would retire the car, so Lando jumped out of the car and crossed the track.

"He shouldn't have done that", you muttered, noticing the other people around you looking at you curiously. Most of them were paddock guests who you had never seen before, so you excused yourself as politely as you could, waiting for Lando to come back from the pitwall and into the garage.

He exchanged a few words with the team before he approached you.

"I'm sorry it didn't go the way you wanted - do you want me to fight anyone?", you tried to get a smile out of him.

"Sometimes these things happen, there was nothing I could do", he kissed your forehead, "they're bringing the car back but it seems to have not been that bad - I was worried about the suspension damage but it doesn't look too bad from what they can see on the computer", he offered, "I need to go to the media pen, lovie".

"Go go, I'll be here if you need anything", you smiled, feeling him squeeze your hand in his before he found the team member he was supposed to go with.

A couple of hours later, race qualifying rolled around and despite P5 still being a good position, you could see that Lando was struggling a little bit and he would surely blame himself on his lack of skills.

"Is he coming straight here or the media pen?", Ria asked you.

"I'm not sure", you mumbled, looking around to check for any signs of where your boyfriend would be headed.

When Lando came back to the garage, you were the first person he looked for.

"Hello hello", he said, squeezing your hand once more before greeting the rest of the group.

"That was not bad, P5 means a lot is up for grabs still", you tried, not really sensing the mood he was in which was unusual for you.

"It felt better yesterday, we still have to check about the changes we made and decided what to keep and what to undo", Lando offered without a prominent emotion on his tone.

"I'll be here when you're back", you told him.

"I still have the debrief and I'm staying as long as I can", he stated, "you can go to the hotel if you want to".

"I'll wait here", you kissed his cheek before letting him go.

His mood wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't the worst you had ever seen it, so you had to make do for now. Getting your book from your bag, you went up to find yourself a spot in the lounge since Ria told you they would be going back to the hotel.

"Are you ready to go?", Lando announced his presence a couple of hours later, stepping closer to you with his backpack on his back already.

"Yes", you said, putting the book back and getting up, "What is that?", you wondered as you pointed to the envelope on his hand.

"A fine for crossing the track - twenty-five thousand euros because I got out on my own, and it's that little if I don't do anything else again", he shook his head, "do you want to have dinner out or in the room?".

"Whichever way you prefer, handsome", you replied earnestly.

"Are you doing it because you feel pity for me? Is that why you're that quiet and following my lead to whatever I say?", he mused, letting his insecurities get the best of him, "because I told you, it happens and I'm fine".

"It could never be out of pity when it is, always, out of love, Lando", you smiled, pecking his lips and heading to the car so you could make your way back to the hotel.

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Lando woke up earlier than he expected considering how tired he had been, sensing your even breathing pattern next to him. His mind filled with strategies, outcomes and potential situations that could arise, so he definitely wasn't sleeping until nightime.

"Good morning", you surprised him as he didn't think you were awake yet, your eyes greeting him as he turned around to face you.

"Good morning, lovie", he smiled, getting your hand from under the pillow and kissing your knuckles, "you're awake already?".

"Couldn't sleep anymore - you?", you mused.

"Same - means we can have some morning snuggles", Lando offered as he pulled you closer to him.

"Do you want to talk about the race?", you mumbled after you kissed his lips.

"You know me too well, don't you?", he chuckled, kissing you again while he traced patterns on your waist.

"We've been dating for nearly seven years - it would be a little weird if I didn't", you pursed your lips jokingly.

"I don't know, I keep thinking about all the things that can go wrong and what I can do in that situation - P5 isn't bad but I'm not sure I can extract all of it", he sighed.

"You're too hard on yourself", you mused, "there hasn't been a challenge that you didn't want to face, you never backed down from it and it's not something you're going to start doing now, baby", you stated.

"Do you think I have it?", he mused. He wasn't sure what it meant, but right now he didn't know anything.

"Of course you do, it will come to you, my love", you tried to build his confidence up, "you're such an amazing, skilled driver, you climbed up the ladder on your merit, and your team is backing you up. With some work there, that podium can be yours, Lando".

"I don't know", he tsked still.

"Well, I do know, so you'll have to trust me", you moved under the sheets, supporting your torso on your hands so you could hover over Lando, "this one is for when you'll start doubting yourself", you kissed above his left eyebrow, "this one is in case you need a little push", you kissed his right eyebrow, "this here is for good luck", you kissed his forehead, "this one here is because you are the best driver out there", you kissed his nose, "this one is for how much you deserve to be on that podium", you kissed his cheek, letting your eyelashes tickle him, "This is for the amazing person that you are", you kissed his jaw, "And this one is for how much I love you and how proud I am of you", you landed a kiss on his lips, letting yours melt into his to show you just how much you meant all those words.

Lando felt loved unconditionally. There were no better words to describe what he felt. No matter what he delivered on track, you were always there for him. To congratulate him when things went well and to comfort him when he needed. It didn't matter if he was P1 or P20, your love and affection was a constant in his life.

"I never want to know what life is like without you by my side", Lando cupped your cheek, rubbing the skin.

"I'm not going anywhere", you promised.

You stayed in bed until the alarm rang, then getting ready to go to the track. Lando kissed your temple before he went to the debrief meeting, leaving you to grab a cool drink to deal with the Miami heat.

"I love you, be safe out there", you smiled, kissing over his left eyebrow.

"I could do with a little more luck", he admitted, blood rushing to his cheeks as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss his forehead like you had that morning in bed.

Lando continued getting ready while you occupied your spot on the garage, giving him a little wave before he went to the grid.

"He seems hopeful today", Mark nudged your shoulder as he sat next to you, "I don't suppose you have something to do with it", he smirked.

"What do you mean?", you wondered.

"Yesterday he wasn't exactly cheerful, but he walked into the debrief saying that today was a day full of opportunities", he clarified.

"Just helped him see the other side of the coin", you blushed at his assumption.

The race got off to a bumpy start, making you hiss as soon as you watched the cars get through unharmed, "that was a close call", you muttered.

Just as Lando had set the fastest lap, you watched Max go outside of the track slightly and hit the cone and later giving Oscar first place since he needed to pit, "the car pace looks good, doesn't it?", Jon told you.

"Oscar is coming to the pit and Max is right behind Lando", you muttered as you heard your boyfriend's radio and watched the mechanics get ready with the new tires for Oscar.

By lap thirty, still under the safety car, Lando was the one to pit and you couldn't help but do the math, "He's going to come out at the front, isn't he?", you looked at Jon and Mark, wanting to check your calculations right.

"Yes, look at him go", Jon pointed to the screen.

From then on, your heart beat as fast as it ever had, your eyes focusing on the gap between Lando and Max as your leg bounced up and down.

"Y/N, you should take it easy", Jon said, "you're going to work yourself up and it won't be good", he noticed. The way your eyes watched the race combined with the heat, your innate lack of water intake and the way your blood pressure seemed to be going, his worry was genuine.

"Mas just said on his radio that he's struggling with his car", Mark said as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't jinx it, don't jinx it", you whispered as you looked at everyone else around you.

Everyone shared the nerves you felt, everyone held on to see what was happening while keeping an eye on Oscar's brilliant drive after all that came his way.

"Should have dated an accountant", you mumbled before getting up, pacing around the small area once you made sure you weren't annoying people too much and not blocking anyone's view, "my heart wouldn't be like this", you took a deep breath as the last five laps warning came on the screen.

"Love how Oscar is the one with the fastest lap all the way down there - it's such a shame, he deserved more", you pointed out in an attempt of distracting yourself.

"Three laps!", someone yelled.

As you saw the rush to the checkered flag and your boyfriend's car be the first one to cross it, the garage and pitwall erupted in celebration.

"HE WON! HE WON! LANDO WON!", you yelled, crying into your hands after the initial shock wore off, Mark and Jon hugging you as they celebrated, "this is amazing? Aren't you amazed?", you yelled.

Lando's screams and laughs filled your ears as you listened closely to your boyfriend's first reactions after crossing the finish line on his first win, the pout being replaced with a massive grin even though you were still crying happy tears, "we did it, Will! We did it!", he boasted.

Once you were allowed, you joined the rest of the team and ran to Parc Fermé, stopping by Natalie once she spotted you for a quick hug.

"Will! Will! Will!", you called your boyfriend's race engineer once the team kindly let you go to the front, "Congratulations!", you hugged him, "I'm so happy!!", you squealed as he laughed.

Your phone rang with a FaceTime call coming from Max, "Hiiiii!", you beamed.

"Are you at the front?", he asked, "he did it, Y/N, he fucking did it! I'm going to add Adam here, just let me go here...", he tapped his screen until you noticed a new square forming on your phone.

"Hiii!", Adam and Cisca accepted the call quickly, "Y/N! Where are you now?", Cisca asked.

"I'm at the front here, slightly on the side!", you yelled as you showed them the number four car park in front of the number one plaque, "Look at him!", you squealed.

Lando was quick to get out safely, celebrating his first position and getting weighed in before taking his helmet off, leaving it on the ground and diving into the team who congratulated him enthusiastically.

"He's so happy and he has his big smile that makes his eyes crinkly!", you cheered as you stood next to Mark, making sure you didn't get shoved or pushed around too much.

"She and Lando are so cute, ugh, I can't deal with it", Pietra groaned.

"He's very lucky to have you, Y/N", Adam agreed before you saw Flo and Cisca.

"Lando No wins no more, hey? Y/N, have you seen him? He must be so ecstatic!", Flo offered.

"Stop it - I just passed by Natalie on my way here and she recalled the first time I watched a race from the garage when I was nineteen! Nineteen, might as well have been a baby! And I cried a little more, nearly choked because I had to run here and my breathing was ragged", you muttered, "I think the guys are putting him back down", you mused.

"Dude! Broken Rib time!", Zak yells once Lando was back on the floor, hugging your boyfriend before Andrea did the same.

"Now make room for the missus - she also gets to hug him all in one piece", the italian engineer encouraged while he helped you with the barrier.

Seeing Lando was enough to get your eyes to water again, not caring about hitting your phone on his back once he pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his face on your neck.

"I'm so proud of you, baby, you drove brilliantly out there", you let out, kissing his skin before cupping his face with both hands once Zak took your phone away from you, "you're a race winner, Lan, you're incredible and I love you so so so much", you told him before smashing your lips on his.

"Did the microphone pick that up?", Zak asked everyone on FaceTime after waving at them.

"It did - they're the cutest, I told you! I'm team Lando-Y/N until the end of time", Flo chuckled as she watched you and Lando look at eachother as if there was no one else around.

"I love you, babygirl", your boyfriend gave you a big smile, "this is for the team, for my family, my friends and for you! I love you, Y/N Y/L/N!", he said as he walked back with the FIA staff member that was guiding him to the cool down room.

Getting your phone back, the mechanics let you stand at the front with Will who gave you your phone back, "I'm back, the crybaby is back", you stated, wiping your cheeks.

"Mum is no better, Y/N, don't worry about that", Flo joked as you watched Cisca crying too.

"You and Lando are so cute, ugh, I can't deal with it", Pietra groaned.

"Stop it - I just passed by Natalie on my way here and she recalled the first time I watched a race from the garage when I was nineteen! Nineteen, might as well have been a baby! And I cried a little more, nearly choked because I had to run here and my breathing was ragged", you muttered.

At the podium celebrations, you grabbed a good spot to watch your boyfriend finally go on the highest step, accepting a hug from everyone who came to offer their congratulation on your boyfriend's achievement.

"You do know we are watching on TV, right?", Max wondered as you waited for the call for Lando to step on the podium.

"Of course I know - I'd feel bad for you if you were actually paying attention to what I've pointing the camera at -, I just need your company because I think I've cried all the tears I have in me and if you're not here with me, even if figuratively, I might fall apart again and that won't be good", you reasoned as you switched the camer around to show your face again.

Hearing the anthem and watching Lando raise his face up to the sun added magic to the serene moment until they sprayed the champagne between them, Lando saving some from his bottle to try and get the rest of the team too.

After all the media content was take care of, you and Lando headed back to the hotel ao you could get ready for dinner.

"You have a really big smile on your face, Y/N", Lando pointed out as you showered together.

"Look who's saying it", you blushed, grabbing his jaw so you could kiss him, "I'm so happy and so proud of you Lando, it doesn't fit inside my heart or my body what I'm feeling right now".

"I can't believe it still", he mused as his hands found themselves on your naked waist, "thank you for being here - today and every day you're with me", he joined your foreheads.

Dinner was lovely and you left to the party straight after, meeting up with Max once you were inside and in the reserved area. You danced all night along attached to your boyfriend who didn't seem to want to let you go, teeth nipping at the skin on your neck.

"Do you want another one, baby?", Lando asked and you shook your head no, kissing his lips.

"I'm good, Lan", you smiled, twirling him and kissing his lips.

"You two could stop fawning over eachtoher, you know? Y/N didn't rest until the whole paddock was informed of your win, as if they hadn't watched it happen and now this?", he chuckled playfully, "you two make me sick!".

"Can't help it if I'm proud of Lando!", you stuck your tongue out at him.

When you left the club to go back to the hotel, Lando walked with you on his arms with your back to his chest, allowing you to walk on your legs still but his rush setting the pace you were doing it with.

"Lando!", you squealed as you balanced yourself, holding on to his arms like your life depended on them "we're are we going?".

"I'm taking you to our room, put the no disturb sign outside and have my way with you in any way you allow me to", he smirked

"Our flight leaves in a couple of hours", you reasoned, a big smile on your face mirroring your boyfriend's.

"Then I'm going to take advantage of those hours we have left - I can't wait until we get home and what I want to do with you is not mile high club appropriate", he winked, "I'm a race winner, babygirl, and the celebrations are just getting started", your boyfriend said, tapping your butt once again.

[imaginespazzi]

Part 3: Miss Me, Miss Me Not

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

And it hits me when the lights go on (shit, maybe I miss you)

(In which a lazy writer somehow still manages to make her deadlines, much to her own shock)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Angst, Pining and a teensy bit of Fluff

Words: 5.8K

TW: Swearing (once again I think that's it?)

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 I'm not gonna lie til about an hour ago, I very much did not think I was gonna give y'all a Monday update but here we are! A couple of housekeeping things, I went back and added months to the years so hopefully that's more helpful. I lowkey dislike this part but I felt like the fic needed it and I'm excited to write the next part. Ngl, the editing on this is pretty nonexistent because trying to read this back lowkey killed me so please feel free to point out mistakes so I can fix them. As always, let me know what you liked, and disliked and anything you wanna see going forward. I really appreciate all of y'alls feedback and the long reviews make my day! Have a good rest of your week lovies <3

September 2017

Azzi: just got home :) 

It���s a simple text and it should be easy for Paige to conjure up an equally simple reply. Instead she finds herself typing and deleting, over and over, because nothing sounds quite right. There’s this hollow feeling thrumming in her chest, that has only gotten stronger every passing minute since she’d said goodbye to Azzi at the airport. If she tries hard enough, she can still feel the remnants of their last hug lingering against every inch of her skin. She wants to memorize that feeling and create a blanket out of its threads to numb the ice cold shiver that’s been repeatedly running through her veins from the second Azzi had gotten on that plane. But even that might not be enough. Not when she’s learnt just how warm Azzi’s presence can be and how everything else pales in comparison. 

Paige lies to herself that it’s an accidental slip of her fingers, that she’d meant to press send not call, that she had every intention of hanging up the facetime on the first ring itself. 

But then Azzi picks up on the second one.

And really it would be rude to hang up. 

“Hey what’s up?” Azzi’s face fills the screen, tired eyes staring intently at Paige through the screen. 

“Oh um-” Paige fumbles for words, awkwardly shuffling her feet that are dangling off the side of her bed, “I just wanted to ask how your flight was?”

Azzi raises an eyebrow, “you couldn’t have texted me that?”

“Too tired to text,” Paige lies and the words i just wanted to hear your voice stay stuck, burning hot, in her throat, “gotta save these money-making fingers for more important things.”

“Yeah I’m hanging up-”

“NO-” it comes out far more forceful than it should and if possible, Azzi’s eyebrow shoots up even farther, as Paige clears her throat, “I mean- uh- you didn’t tell me how your flight was.”

Paige is too busy cringing at herself to notice the light blush that tinges Azzi’s cheeks. She’s too busy wondering why this girl brings out this nervous bumbling side of hers to notice the fond smile that almost cracks through Azzi’s lips. 

“The flight was okay. I actually got to sleep this time,” Azzi says pointedly and Paige laughs. 

“So what you’re saying is it was boring as hell.”

“I’m saying it was really peaceful not having someone yapping in my ear while I was trying to sleep.”

“So you didn’t miss me?” Paige presses, trying to keep her voice teasing despite how desperately she wants the admission. 

Azzi hesitates, as if she’s debating with herself, before, “I didn’t say that.”

It’s a little ridiculous how large Paige’s grin is but it’s okay, because Azzi’s smiling back, soft and shy. They’d look foolish to anyone else, the way they’re so intently gazing at each other through a screen as if there’s no barrier between them at all. 

“It’s gonna be weird going to the gym without you tomorrow morning,” Paige confesses after a second, moving to lay down on her stomach. 

“I bet. You’re gonna get absolutely nothing done without me,” Azzi teases dramatically before her eyes soften, “it’s weird that I’m not gonna see you at all tomorrow.”

There’s something gut-wrenching about that admission and yet, there’s something in it that heals a part of Paige’s heart that she hadn’t even known needed to be fixed. It means something to her that Azzi must feel it too. Because if she’s honest with herself, Paige had been just a little afraid that maybe the connection was just in her head, that maybe Azzi was simply tolerating her presence out of kindness. 

“You should just move to Minnesota,” Paige replies finally, “much nicer than Virgina or whatever.”

“Have you ever even been to Virginia?” Azzi asks, eyebrows raised as she flips herself to lie on her back, holding her phone above her in a way that lets Paige see entirely too much and yet not nearly enough. 

“No but it sounds boring as fuck.”

“Not with me,” Azzi says, biting her bottom lip sheepishly as soon as the words are out. 

Paige smirks, suddenly filled with a brand new confidence, “yeah? You’d make Virgina interesting for me Fudd? What would we do?”

Azzi licks her lips and Paige feels her mouth go dry. 

“We’d be together,” the younger girl says finally, averting her gaze as the depth of her words begin to make Paige feel like she’s being flooded by an ocean of emotions she’s not quite ready to feel yet, “anything can be interesting if we’re together.”

It would be so easy to come up with a sarcastic quip or tease Azzi for being a sap and yet there’s a certain sincerity in this moment that feels too fragile for Paige to feign nonchalance. 

“Is Virginia nice in the winter?” she asks finally, hands fidgeting with the hair ties secured around her wrist, “Minny’s a little too cold sometimes.”

Azzi’s eyes shine and Paige wants to try and read them, find the little clues hidden in her irises and solve the mystery lingering behind the crimson flush of her cheeks. But the truth is that Paige is a little scared of what she’d find, a little scared that discovering Azzi might mean discovering herself too. 

“You should come find out some time,” the brunette says, casual tone filled with intricacies of something far deeper. It’s the closest they’ve gotten to saying anything of actual substance and they tip-toe around saying what they both want, daring the other to ask first. 

“I dunno,” Paige says, determined to win the game, “I’m not in the habit of showing up to places without a proper invite.”

Azzi scoffs, “a proper invite? Are you expecting someone to send you a carrier pigeon with a gold letter addressed to her royal highness or something?”

“That would be nice,” Paige surmises and Azzi rolls her eyes.

“Does your back ever hurt from carrying that ego?”

“Only hurts from carrying my team.”

“Oh my god you’re so full of it.”

“Full of talent? Yessirrrr.”

Azzi huffs, “Paige.”

“Azzi,” Paige hums. 

“Do you wanna come visit me in Virginia during winter break?” Azzi says finally, a small smile playing on her lips like she’s okay with losing this game as long as it’s to Paige. 

“If I must,” Paige says dramatically, shrugging her shoulders and everything as Azzi lets out an offended squeak. But inside, her heart flutters at the offer, at the idea of seeing Azzi again, even if it feels like a lifetime away. Because as long as it’s Azzi on the other side, Paige and her impatient self can wait however long it takes. 

“Actually you know what nevermind, you don’t gotta come,” Azzi concedes bitterly,  scrunching her face (and Paige would never tell her this but she thinks Azzi looks just a little too cute when she’s mad and so maybe she riles her up on purpose)

“No takesies backsies Az,” Paige sing-songs before her lips uptick from a smirk into something more sincere, “hey Az,” she whispers, giggling to herself when Azzi pretends to ignore her, “I’d really like to come see you in Virginia during winter break.”

And as a brilliant grin dazzles across Azzi’s face, Paige realizes that her favorite thing about Azzi’s smile isn’t when her dimples show or when her eyes twinkle, it’s when it’s there because of Paige, when it’s there just for Paige. 

“Good,” Azzi whispers as they fall into a comfortable silence. 

There’s this serene sense of calm that laces itself around Paige’s nerves. Her normally fidgeting body is content to be perfectly still, an anomaly to her usual demeanor. The truth is that Paige isn’t the kind of person who’s okay with just existing; she likes to spend every second in motion, living out the high. There’s a part of her that’s scared of missing moments, scared that the people around her will leave her behind if she doesn’t chase them. But it’s different with Azzi. The younger girl makes Paige feel like it’s okay if she takes a moment to just breathe. Because Azzi will wait. Because Azzi won’t leave Paige behind. 

“Wait,” it’s a little while before Azzi pipes up, shaking Paige out of her thoughts, “what time is it?”

Paige’s eyes flicker to the time on her phone, confused by the line of questioning, “it’s almost 9 why?”

“Don’t you have a team party or something to go to tonight?” Azzi asks, face scrunching, “I swear you told me you had something tonight.”

“Oh-yeah- Amaya’s back to school thing,” Paige sheepishly scratches her neck, suddenly feeling itchy in her flannel shirt. She’d forgotten she was wearing that instead of her daily clothes. Hell, she’d forgotten she was supposed to be going somewhere in the first place, too occupied with other thoughts. 

“Bro get up,” Azzi orders, “you’re already late.”

“Nah it’s fine. I don’t think I’m gonna go,” Paige says and she thinks she should probably feel a little more guilty about it. 

“What do you mean you’re not gonna go?” Azzi asks in disbelief, “dude you’re the star of the team. You have to go.”

“Amaya will understand besides-” Paige drags in a deep breath, feeling vulnerable as the next words fall out in a quiet whisper, “I don’t wanna hang up yet.”

“Paige c’mon we can talk tomorrow,” Azzi tries to protest but it’s half-hearted at best.

“I wanna talk right now,” Paige argues, “you don’t wanna talk to me?”

For a second Paige thinks Azzi might just say no, might just chip away a little bit of heart with a well-intentioned rejection, but she doesn’t, “always wanna talk to you P.”

“Then don’t hang up. Talk to me.”

And Azzi does. All night. 

Two weeks laters there’s a letter, in an envelope with a picture of a carrier pigeon, that arrives in the Bueckers’ mail box. 

To her royal highness, 

Unfortunately I couldn’t find an actual carrier pigeon (I swear I tried) so this envelope and the mailman will have to do. 

~ You are formally invited this winter break to the Fudd family residence in Virginia. ~

(And you better show up Bueckers)

Yours, 

Azzi

February 2033

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Ice whines petulantly as she makes herself comfortable on the couch across from where Paige is getting her makeup done, “this is parental neglect.”

Paige laughs, eyes closed, her makeup artist does her mascara, “you’ll survive.”

“You don’t know that” Ice argues, plucking a grape from the fruit basket before segueing into a rant about how boring Arlington, Texas is. 

Paige is grateful for the distraction her younger friend is providing. Her nerves had been on edge since the moment she’d woken up this morning, anxious to get the impending farewell press conference over with. She’d already started accepting that the Wings weren’t the right place for her but that feeling had only been heightened by her trip to the Valkyries. And ever since she’s come back, Paige feels a little bit like she’s sleepwalking through her final moments in Dallas. If she’s honest, she’s probably rushing things a little bit. There’s still plenty of time before she really has to move to Oakland but it had been her choice to move there as soon as possible. Paige had always been good at conjuring excuses and she had plenty as to why she needed to be in California so soon. But at the end of the day it isn’t about training or team bonding or any of the other hundred justifications she’s given anyone who’s asked. It’s about a little girl who’s eyes had been brimming with tears when saying goodbye, a little girl who had made Paige pinky swear that she’d be back as soon as possible. 

Really, Paige thinks she should be applauded for her restraint, because truth be told, the second Stephie’s lower lip had trembled, Paige had been prepared to ask Ice to just ship her stuff to Oakland so that she’d never have to let go of the little girl’s hand. 

And here’s the thing, Paige is willing to admit she wants to go back to the Bay Area for Stephie. It’s that pesky little part of her that’s desperate to go back for Stephie’s mother, to go back for one more hesitant yet lingering touch, that she won’t ever share with anyone else. 

“I never thought I’d live to see you and Azzi willingly playing together again,” Ice says as soon as Paige’s makeup artist leaves the room, “KK and I didn’t even try betting on it, we were that sure it wouldn’t happen. Shit I should have. I totally would have won.”

“Don’t y’all get tired of betting on my life?” Paige asks, rolling her eyes, trying to ignore the first part of what Ice said. 

“Betting on your life has made me hundreds of dollars bro,” Ice says, before a more earnest  look crosses her face, “but genuinely P, are you sure about this? There’s a lot of history there.”

Paige sighs, “it’s not about our history. It’s a basketball decision. And we’re both mature adults who know that. I’m just tryna win. Nothing else.”

“It’s never nothing when it comes to you two.”

“It is this time,” Paige argues adamantly and Ice raises her hands in surrender. 

“I just don’t want another set of teammates to have to deal with y’alls bullshit,” the younger girl teases, but it’s laced with a hint of seriousness that sends a flare of guilt shooting through Paige’s body. 

“Ice-” she begins.

But Ice is quick to change to a lighter subject, “can’t believe Jana’s the one that gets mom and dad back together. I always knew she was the favorite.”

“We didn’t have favorites,” Paige plays along, thankful for Ice and her ability to always keep the tension to a bare minimum. 

“Oh don’t lie. We all know you did,” Ice scoffs and then lets out a chuckle, “and now Azzi’s actually a mom. That’s kinda insane. And you met the kid right?”

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” Paige says and she can’t help the way her entire face breaks into a gleaming smile as her thoughts turn into memories of Stephie. She doesn’t even realize she’s gotten lost in a different world until Ice coughs, an amused grin playing on her lips. 

“You’re so royally fucked Paige,” Ice shakes her head, “the only person I’ve seen you smile that big for before is Azzi.”

“She’s a cute, smart, adorable kid, that’s why I’m smiling,” Paige tries to defend herself. 

“She’s Azzi’s cute, smart, adorable kid,” Ice counters. 

“That has nothing to do with it,” Paige protests again but it rings hollow to her own ears.

“Oh my god I needa call KK and get this bet started. It’s only a matter of time for real,” Ice says, more to herself than to Paige, as she whips out her phone, probably texting KK. 

“A matter of time till what?”

“You’ll find out Paigey,” Ice says gravely with a mocking smile, patting Paige’s head, “all in due time.”

***

The Dallas Wings media room is buzzing, reporters desperate to ask Paige questions and the blonde tries to maintain a smile despite the fact that her heart is lurching in her throat right now. Her opening speech had been short and sweet, parroting basically the same thing that had gone out on her social media the night before; she’d been desperate to just get it out. Generally, Paige is pretty good with the media, having been immersed in the spotlight since basically forever. The attention and how to maneuver it has always come naturally to her so she’s not sure why she feels so unnerved by it all today.  From the back of the media room, Ice sends her a thumbs up and a reassuring grin and Paige lets out a breath, glad to have at least that comforting presence with her. 

“Aidrian Ginsburger with Bleacher Report, Paige, you’ve obviously spent all of your career so far with the Wings, can you tell us a little bit about the impact this organization has had on you?”

Paige smiles at the question, letting her brain skim through pages and pages of fond memories she has of time spent with this team. It might be time to move on but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have plenty of cherished moments. 

“Yeah um- this place has really shaped who I am as a person. Since day one, the front office, obviously it’s a different one to the one I came in with, they did a lot to make sure that I was comfortable. My teammates through the years have been incredible and I wouldn’t be the player I am today without them. And of course the fans you know, they always showed out for the team, for me. Always supported me in anyways and I hope that I was able to give back the love to them that they always gave to me,” she says, suddenly nostalgic for the team that had started it all. 

The next questions are similar in nature and Paige’s answer varies only in words but not substance. She feels herself start to settle into it, now fielding the expected questions about the Wings and Valkyries with an air of confidence. There are a couple questions about Azzi that make her heart thump, but that was to be expected. It’s a pretty brilliant story in the making, two MVPs who used to play on the same college team coming together. Talia had warned Paige in advance that there was no avoiding it. But for the most part the questions have an easy answer about how Azzi’s a brilliant player and she’s excited to play with her old friend again. That is until a familiar hand shoots up and all the tension that had previously dissipated, comes roaring back with a vengeance. 

“Olivia Reynolds with the Dallas Morning News, Paige, as others have said today, you and Azzi Fudd played together at UConn and you were best friends.” Olivia’s eyes glint viciously, “I mean it’s pretty well documented how hard you tried to recruit her to UConn. But despite being best friends, the two of you have been never seen hanging out, outside of games and formal events, unlike your other teammates that is-”

“Is there a point to this?” Paige asks, hands fisting in her lap as she tries to keep herself calm. 

Olivia smiles, sugary sweet, “I was just wondering if maybe there was some tension and how that would affect your on-court chemistry at the Valkyries?”

“There’s no tension,” Paige lies through gritted teeth, “we didn’t hang out because we live far apart. There isn’t much else to it. And even if there was, Azzi and I are professionals. We wouldn’t let anything off the court affect our goal to win.”

“You lived far apart before UConn too, but that didn’t seem to stop you guys. What changed?” Olivia presses.

“Time did. Our lives did. There’s nothing sensational here. It’s just a case of two people drifting apart,” Paige says and the fabrication feels heavy on her tongue. If only it really had been that simple. 

“But clearly not that much,” Olivia says, and Paige glances at the moderator, desperate for an intervention, “there were plenty of fan pictures of the two of you out getting ice cream with Azzi’s daughter. It seems like you’re already fitting into that Bay Area life-”

“I’m not hearing a question at the end of your sentence,” Paige hisses and she can practically already hear the scolding she’s going to get from Talia once her agent gets wind of how this press conference had gone. The entire media cohort is watching the exchange with wide eyes, no doubt questioning whether they were embarrassed or impressed by their colleague. Ice is mouthing something to Paige, probably something along the lines of please keep your shit together, but Paige is steaming. Really, she should have expected this. 

“Well if you’d let me finish,” Olivia snarls, the façade of innocence dropping, “even if the two of you have drifted, as you put it, clearly there’s still a relationship there. How big of a role did Azzi Fudd play in your choice to move to the Valkyries?”

Paige sucks in a deep breath, nails digging into her palm at the question, “Azzi is the best shooting guard in the country. That was her role in my decision to move to the Valkyries. I don’t know what else you’re trying to imply, but I want to play with her because we play well together. That’s it,” she stands up and there’s pin drop silence, “thank you all for coming but we’re done with this press conference. 

***

Paige is seething as she exits the media room, Ice hot on her heels trying to calm her down. The sane part of her knows she should head back to the makeup room or even to her car, instead she finds her feet carrying her in the direction of where she knows Olivia Reynolds will be, reviewing her press conference notes by the coffee machine like she always is. 

“What the actual fuck was that?” Paige spits as she comes to a halt in front of the reporter. 

“I know you think playing basketball is the only job in the world Paige, but that was a reporter doing her job,” Olivia says, her calm and composed voice only furthering Paige’s irritation. 

“Bull-fucking-shit.” Paige sneers, “that wasn’t a reporter out there, that was my ex-wife grilling me like we were back in fucking divorce court.”

Olivia cocks her head, “oh so you do remember who I am to you then?”

“Oliv-”

“Because if you did remember, I’d like to think you’d have the courtesy to at least personally tell me that you were moving to your,” she drops her voice, “ex-girlfriend’s team instead of letting me find out with the rest of the world. You don’t think you owed me that?”

“That’s what this is about?” Paige sighs, “Olivia we’ve been divorced for almost three years now, I don’t owe you-”

“You didn’t owe Azzi anything either,” Olivia whisper-yells, the calm in her voice replaced by the same anger that had tainted the last year of their marriage, “but when we first started dating, you kept us a secret for months. You wouldn’t even tell your fucking teammates cause you were so scared she’d find out,” her eyes drift towards Ice who looks like she wishes she’d made a different decision rather than following Paige out here, “you said she deserved to hear it from you but apparently I don’t-’

“I didn’t mean it like that Olivia. Look, I meant what I said up there. There’s nothing between- ”

“Spare me,” Olivia says, as she stuffs her notepad into her bag, “you can lie to all those other reporters out there about how all of this is a basketball decision. You can even lie to yourself if you want. But you can’t lie to me, not when I spent four years fighting to keep our relationship from getting crushed under whatever it is that Azzi is to you.”

***

It doesn’t matter how far Paige burrows her head into her pillows, she can’t seem to stop herself from hearing Olivia’s words reverberating through her ears. The two of them had done well at co-existing in their social circles after the divorce had been finalized. While no one could quite call them friends, they’d done a good job at being friendly, being able to converse and share an occasional drink when in their combined friend group. And if Paige is honest, she knows she’s fucked up, knows she probably did owe Olivia a call. But calling Olivia would have meant calling someone who would inevitably make Paige face the truth, just like she had today. The truth that, even with the deal Talia had concocted with the Liberty hanging in the background like a dark presence, the move to the Valkyries was about a lot more than just basketball for Paige. 

She’s so entrenched in her thought that she doesn’t bother checking who it is when the facetime rings, irritation seeping into her voice as she answers it, face still buried in her pillows, “WHAT?”

“Miss Buecks?” a tiny voice comes through the phone and for a second, Paige thinks she must be dreaming, until she finally lifts her head to look at her phone, and Stephie’s small face lights up the whole screen. And it’s like she can feel little hands on her shoulders, slowly unknotting her tightened muscles. 

“Stephie,” she breathes out, a sudden sense of serene calm washing over her previously tense body. 

“Hi Miss Buecks,” Stephie says happily before she squints at the screen, “you sleep weird.”

Paige laughs, “and why’s that?”

“You’re not wearing pajamas and it’s only seven. ‘Dults don’t sleep at seven,” Stephie says matter-of-factly. 

“It’s actually nine here,” Paige says, a little surprised by the time; she hadn’t realized she'd been moping in her bed for that long. Ice had forced her to get lunch together, not wanting to leave Paige alone after the encounter with Olivia. Once she’d finally gotten back to her apartment, Paige had flopped on her bed, taking out her frustrations on her poor pillow. 

“That’s not poss-ble,” Stephie scrunches her face, “Mama’s phone says it’s seven.”

“It’s seven in California, it’s nine in Texas,” Paige tries to explain though by the way Stephie’s looking at her, she thinks she’s probably just confusing the girl more, “how’d you figure out how to call me babe?”

Stephie gives her an exasperated look, “Miss Buecks I’m five. I know how to use facetime.”

“And does your Mama know you're facetiming me?” Paige asks, eyebrows raised.

“She’s in the shower,” Stephie whispers, grinning sheepishly. 

As if on cue, Azzi appears on the corner of the screen and Paige feels her mouth run dry. The darker skinned woman is clad in a light pink fluffy bathrobe that ends right above her knees, giving Paige the perfect view of her long, toned legs that seem to shimmer despite the shitty quality of the facetime. Rivulets of water cling to her neck, delicately cascading down the valley of her breasts before disappearing from sight. And Paige must be dehydrated because never has she wanted to taste a drop of liquid more than she does right now. 

“Stephie,” Azzi groans, as she walks towards the phone and Paige gulps, heart beating faster with every step the other woman takes, everything about her becoming clearer and clearer, “what did I say about using my phone.”

“Only in em-a-gencies,” Stephie recites, “but Mama I had an em-a-gency.”

Azzi tilts her head, eyebrows raised as she gives her daughter a knowing look, “and what was your emergency?”

“I really, really, really, this much” Stephie stretches out her hands as far as they’ll go,  really, really, really, miss Miss Buecks.”

Paige feels her heart flutter. Stephie’s words feel like a hand carefully pulling her out from under the pile of stress she’d been buried under the whole day. It’s like the little girl is pushing away the rubble pressing against her lungs, turning the rocks into dust with a light touch and Paige feels like she can finally breathe. 

“Sounds like a pretty big emergency to me,” she says, relishing the way Stephie’s face lights up at the admission, “cause I really, really, really miss you too Steph.”

“See Mama,” Stephie says, placing the phone against a wall so can place her hands on her hips and look up at Azzi with a pleased smirk. 

Azzi rolls her eyes before glaring at Paige, “you’re a bad influence on her.”

“I’m the best influence on her,” Paige argues, sending Stephie a conspiratorial wink, “just you wait Az, I’mma teach her all the good things.”

Something unreadable flashes across Azzi’s face before she’s back to looking at Paige with an unimpressed arched eyebrow, “I am not letting you corrupt my daughter Paige Bueckers.”

“We’ll see,” Paige says slowly and Azzi shakes her head before turning to Stephie. 

“Alright Stephie bean time to go brush your teeth. It’s almost bedtime babes,” she says with a stern look 

“But Mama-”

“No arguing, you have school tomorrow missy,” Azzi reminds the little girl and Paige can’t help but marvel at the mother that Azzi’s become. And it makes her heart ache for the fantasies she’d dreamed of when she was in her early twenties. She’d always known Azzi would be a great mother; Paige had just naively thought she’d be there alongside her too. 

“Can Miss Buecks stay on the phone till I fall asleep?” Stephie asks, peering up at Azzi with big doe eyes, “please Mama pleeeease.”

“I’m sure Miss Buecks has other things-”

“I don’t,” Paige cuts in far too enthusiastically, clearing her throat to get back some semblance of restraint as both mother and daughter turn to look at each other, “I don’t have anything to do tonight so I can stay till you fall asleep Stephie.”

“YAYY,” Stephie cheers enthusiastically while Azzi studies her with a weary look, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and then you can read me, my story Mama.”

With that, the little girl runs in the direction of what Paige can only assume is the bathroom, skipping with childlike joy as she sing-songs about something Paige can’t quite make out. 

“You know you don’t have to say yes to everything she asks right?” Azzi says slowly as she grabs her phone and sits on the couch. 

Paige shrugs, “I have time to stay.”

“Do you?” Azzi asks skeptically, “because from what I heard the Wings are having a little farewell party tonight, for you.”

Paige narrows her eyes, “and how exactly did you hear that?”

“I have connections.”

“You talked to Ice.”

“I talked to Ice,” Azzi concedes, “and I’m pretty sure you’re already an hour or so late for it.”

“Exactly. I’m already an hour late so why bother,” Paige says, sitting up so she can rest head against her headboard, “why were you talking to Ice?”

“I can’t talk to my friend?” Azzi asks slowly. 

“Of course you can but why specifically today?” Paige presses 

Azzi bites her lip, “I um- I watched your press conference today. You uh-” she averts her gaze, “you seemed really stressed at the end and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

A soft grin upturns Paige’s lips before she can stop it, “were you worried for me Fudd?”

“That’s not-” Azzi groans, “shut up.”

Paige smirks, “you were worried for me.”

“I was concerned for my future teammate," Azzi huffs, “besides,” her face hardens, “she was way out of line.”

Paige sighs at the implied mention of Olivia, “maybe but maybe I deserved it.”

“No you didn’t,” Azzi protests and that oh so familiar protective tone in her voice carves itself into every crevice of Paige’s heart, “no one deserves to be put on the spot like that. She was being unethical trying to dig into your personal life like that.”

“This is nice,” Paige says softly, unable to help herself. 

“What is?” 

“Seeing you get all defensive over me. It's nice to see you still care. I didn’t know if you still did.”

Azzi’s quiet for a second, gnawing at her bottom lip as she looks at Paige, “I’ve always cared Paige. And-” she hesitates as the tightrope beneath them wavers, “I’m always gonna care.”

There’s years worth of unsaid words lingering in the silence between them as they breach some unspoken rule they’d both inadvertently agreed to. And they both know that they shouldn’t be saying things like this to each other, that they’re teetering on the edge of falling into an abyss that has nothing but destruction at the bottom. But Azzi’s words feel like sunshine, like heat waves across her skin and Paige is so tired of feeling cold. 

Before either of them can say another word, Stephie comes back into the room, crawling into Azzi’s lap.

“I’m back,” she beams, completely unaware of the way the two adults are scrambling to act normal around her. 

“Here baby,” Azzi hands the phone to Stephie, “take Miss Buecks to your room. Mama’s gonna go change and then she’ll come read to you okay?”

“‘Kay Mama,” Stephie complies, pressing a soft kiss to Azzi’s cheek before running towards her room. For a second Paige’s screen is blurred in motion until Stephie fixes her again and Paige catches a glimpse of Stephie’s room, specifically the walls that are painted the perfect shade of Valkyrie purple. 

“I love your walls Stephie,” she compliments.

“They’re pu-ple,” Stephie exclaims, “that’s my favorite color.”

“First the ice-cream, now the color, you’re stealing all of my favorites kid,” Paige teases but she’s secretly pleased by this revelation. It’s dangerous how fast Stephie’s starting to whittle down Paige’s walls and build herself a permanent shelf in Paige’s cabinet of my people. 

“Can I tell you a secret Miss Buecks,” Stephie whispers, bringing her lips closer to the phone. 

Paige smiles, “of course you can.”

“I think Mama misses you too,” Stephie says softly and Paige feels her heart catch in her throat, “I heard her tell Nanna on the phone.”

“Can I tell you a secret Stephie?” Paige lowers her voice, leaning into her phone. 

“‘Course you can Miss Buecks.”

Paige swallows as the admission falls from her lips, “I really miss your Mama too.”

I miss her always and I think I’ll miss her forever. 

“What are you the two of you whispering about,” Azzi’s voice cuts in as she tucks herself next to Stephie, a children’s book in her hand. 

“Nothing Mama,” Stephie says immediately, winking at Paige through the phone. 

“Yeah,” Paige echoes, ignoring her erratic heartbeat, “nothing Azzi.”

Azzi looks between the both of them, clearly aware she’s being left out of something, but doesn’t push further. Instead she flips open the book, pulls Stephie closer into her arms and starts reading. If anyone were to ask Paige later, she wouldn’t have the faintest idea about a single word in that damn book. Because as Azzi’s soothing voice begins to lull Stephie to sleep, and the younger girl, despite her yawns, holds the phone up so the blonde can be included in every second of it, Paige feels herself being pulled into a dream she has no right to dream. She dreams of being in Stephie’s purple bedroom. She dreams of her and Azzi lying against Stephie’s lilac bedspread, their hands entwined in the middle over Stephie’s little body. She dreams of a forever that she’d long forsaken.

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Early Morning Baby Snuggles👶/concept/

AN: suddenly after writing this, i have baby fever, again. i hope you enjoy and remember to leave your feedback!!!

This story contains: pure fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - newborn baby girl }

word count- 509

After feeding and changing your newborn baby girl, you can't seem to get her to fall back asleep, so you do the one thing that you know will help with that.

You'd just woke up to feed your newborn baby girl in her nursery down the hall. You sat in the rocking chair located in the corner of her room and held her to your chest as she sucked her meal from your breast. Once she unlatched, you thought you'd get lucky and she'd be milk drunk. But no, she just stared up at you with her big blue eyes, wide awake.

You burped your tiny baby girl over your shoulder and then stood up to change her diaper on her changing table across the room. Still, her eyes watched you curiously the entire time, sleep no were in them. Trying to think of what to do, an idea pops into your head. When you can't get her to sleep, the one thing that typically does the trick every time is being in her daddy's arms. Where she feels cozy and safe.

So once she's in a fresh diaper and her clothes are buttoned back up properly, you exit her nursery and travel back to you and your husbands room where he's currently still asleep. It is five o'clock in the morning. You make your way over to your bed and carefully slide into the covers with a baby in your arms. Then you scoot over to a sleeping Harry and gently nudge his shoulder. He's sleeping on his left side, facing you.

Harry didn't wake up from the shoulder nudge so you do the one thing you know will have him awake. You very carefully place your daughter in between your bodies but more so closer to her daddy's arms. As soon as the natural scent of your daughter wafts into Harry's nose, his eyes flutter open and he gives you a sleepy smile.

Your baby girl latches on to Harry's forearm with her tiny hands and with fatigue movements, he's instantly tugging her small body more into his arms for a better embrace. "Hi lovie, what're you doin' awake so early for? Hm?" Harry questions his daughter in a gravelly voice.

Knowing she can't speak, you whisper for her, "Woke up to feed her and couldn't get her to fall back asleep. Knew if she was in her daddy's arms she'd be asleep in no time."

Harry smiles at your reply and softly speaks to your baby girl again, "Yeah, want some cuddles from daddy? I'll give you some cozy cuddles, yes I will." And within a minute your daughter was passed out in the crook of Harry's tattooed arm and against his chest. Him still laying on his side and you now laying on your side, facing the two.

Quickly due to the peaceful state of the room, both you and Harry start to fall back asleep as well. Normally you'd never allow your newborn daughter to sleep in bed with you. You know, for safety reasons. But because its early morning and you'll only be asleep for an hour or two more anyways, you let it slide for the time being and enjoy some baby cuddles.

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sweet dreams.

synopsis : it was yet another sleepless night for you— peter, of course, wasn't going to allow that.

pairing : bf!peter parker x reader

wc : 502

warnings : nothing worth warning <3 unless you’re against tooth rotting fluff !!!!! it’s all FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF !! a comfort fic for my night owls out there who refuse to sleep (mutuals… go to bed)

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a/n : hi ! sooo this is a rewrite of an old one, i feel like this is an improvement so i’m pretty proud of that !!! <3 hope you guys enjoy this lil fic, it’ll bring you sm joy, i promise !!!! comments, asks, reblogs, are greatly all appreciated :)

brring! brring! brring!

a smile forms on your face as you look at your phone to see the caller id: ‘lovebug’ alongside a plethora of heart emojis. you always loved hearing from him, no matter the context, and of course you would never complain. only question was, why exactly was he calling you at 3 a.m. in the morning? 

“pete?” you answer, turning on your camera. your hair is an absolute mess, but you hardly care at this point. besides, it was peter you were talking to, he thought you were beautiful no matter how you looked.

“hi gorgeous.” just as expected. he’s predictable like that.

“my hair’s a mess, pete.” you chuckle, trying to fix it as much as you possibly could.

“i think it makes you look cute.” he’s grinning sweetly, only to see you roll your eyes in response.

“whaaaat? it’s true!”

“yeah, right.” you respond, the sarcasm clear in your voice.

“i’m serious.” his tone deepens, though it’s paired with an odd look— one that you assume was supposed to be an intimidating scowl, but it just made him look utterly adorable.

“you’re the cute one.” his grin only widens at your compliment.

“thanks, but i already know that.” he flips his (imaginary) hair, making you giggle. he can’t help but do the same once he hears you.

“anyways, why’d you call?” you ask.

“well, i swung past your window on the way home from patrol and i noticed that you weren’t asleep yet,” he pouts. oh. “i wanted to tell you to go to bed, you know you need it.”

“technically, i’m already in bed,” you quip, lying down to prove a point. he could only roll his eyes in response.

“i meant sleep, missy.” his voice was slightly stern, mimicking a mother’s voice.

“no, thank you.” you grin cheekily, though you talk in the same tone as he did, he sighs in disappointment.

“please!” he’s pleading now, using your known weakness, his ‘puppy eyes’. clearly, that wasn’t fair.

“i’m busy though!” no you weren’t, you were simply watching tv all night, or at least you were planning to.

“lovie, you’ve gotta get your beauty sleep.” he’s serious this time. you just looked at him and pouted, you did not want to sleep, despite the fact that your eyelids were beginning to feel heavier by the second.

“hm, okay, i’ll make you a deal.” that piqued your interest.

“okay, tell me.” you lean closer to your phone, peter notices that he’s got your full attention.

“maybe i could swing over for a sleepover?” he suggests, the smile on his face never leaving, “we could cuddle? i know you love those.” that was a well known fact between the two of you, it was also peter’s way to get you to fall asleep, a method that never fails.

“hm,” you mulled over the offer, but peter knew what you’d say, “okay, deal.” you say dryly in an attempt to mask your excitement.

“alright, beautiful, be there in ten.”

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getting eaten out by john price !!!

john treats his sweet girlfriend to some wonderful teasing and taunting! i love to write these little blurbs feedback is appreciated!!

mentions of . . . fem!receiving!oral, dove and love used, afab reader, age gap implied. :p requests always open!

there was something about sex with price that always seemed to put you in a trance. your mind would turn to a mess of pure mush and pleas for release. the knot building in your tummy almost unbearable as john continued his torment on your poor clit. licking and lapping at your glistening folds like it was the sweetest treat he had ever tasted. “fuckin’ aye, lovie,” he would groan against your sensitive bud sending a series of chills throughout your limbs. his words were like a match to a flame, igniting something inside of you only he could touch. his rough calloused hands grip onto your thighs tightly, leaving finger shaped bruises on the soft skin. he pulls away from your clit with a lewd pop- the echos of your sensual moans filling johns ears like the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

he trailed wet sloppy kisses up and down your plush thighs, leaving love bites here and there just to earn a giggle out of you. “so fuckin’ sweet dove,” john grumbled in his deep accent while slowly stroking your clit lazily with his rough thumb, leaving a dark bruise on your inner thigh with his plush lips. your delicate fingers lace through murky brown locks, tugging gently at the strands hoping for his wet muscle to come in contact with your aching cunt once more.

"p-please, baby. need it s-so baaad," you drew out your words, dramatizing the intense need you felt for him in your gut. it was more than sex now, more than just fucking your sweet burly boyfriend to ease a throb, it became something more beautiful. something you would remember on those nights when he was off for months at a time, leaving you to fend for yourself every night it seemed. it was his job though, of course you knew he meant no harm- how could he when he devoured your sweet pussy like that?

his head pushes forward, beard scratching sensitive plush skin and nose nudging at your puffy clit. his tongue prods at your drenched sloppy opening, his throat releasing a deep guttural groan as your back arches and fingers tug at his hair just a bit harder than before. the pathetic squeal that escaped your mouth made his cock stir in his briefs, tip leaking a milky precum hidden beneath navy blue fabric. he sucks gently on your poor cunny once more before licking a taunting stripe along your folds, a dark look in his grey eyes.

"c'mon love, tha's all you got? show your old man ya' need it," John grunted before his rough calloused hand smacks the side of your thigh lightly. just hard enough to cause your eyes to open wide and aching pussy to clench around nothing. you hadn't even done anything it seemed, yet you were in for suuuuch a long night ): ):

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a friends to lovers x reader for any of the 141 (you get to choose) where the reader is plus size and she avoids them touching her? Because she knows she's plus size and doesn't think this super attractive soldier would ever even like her, much less her body, and every time she is touched she kinda pulls away, but our soldiers are so down bad for her? 👀 And ultimately maybe she gets pulled onto a lap and immediately tries to get off? Smut or no smut, it's up to you!

Thank you lovely!! 💞💞

i like this. i like this very very much hehehehe. i chose simon (i always chose him, i really have to change that😭) (i hope you're okay with that tho. it's my personal headcanon that that man is a chubby chaser by heart lol).

as someone who's also plus-size i adore requests like this so much! i hope i could write it the way you imagined it :)

also, sorry this took me so long😭. i had a bit of a slump lol (also, please give me feedback on the smut part, i never really write smut🥲 and im a virgin lmao)

smut, plus-size!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, fem!reader, not proof-read!

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"don't touch me simon," you mumble as you push his hands away. "you know i don't like that..." you shuffle away from him and clutch the little notepad you scribble down your customers orders.

he frowns—as always—and gives you a small smile. “‘m sorry lovie. i forgot.”

you nod and straighten your back. “your usual?” you ask, already knowing that he’ll answer with yes. and he does. then you look at the rest of the team, one eyebrow raised. it was rare that they took something else than their usual.

“positive,” price replies, as well as gaz.

“i’ll take whatever ye gimme,” johnny winks and you feel yourself blush. simon just rolls his eyes. he’s getting fed up with his best friend already.

you give johnny a honest smile and scribble something down. “10 minutes and i will be back with your drinks,” you tell them, turning to leave.

once you were out of reach johnny elbowed simon into the side, a devilish smirk on his face. “have ye told ye lassie that ye like her?” he wants to know, wiggling with his eyebrows.

“zip it johnny,” simon only grumbles, starting to bounce his knee. “i ain’t tellin’er nothin’.”

“but why? ye clearly like her.” johnny frowns. if he were in simon’s position he would’ve shot his shot weeks, if not months ago. you were—you were perfection. those curves, those hips and—god forbid—your stomach.

you were hypnotising and you didn’t even know it. johnny didn’t understand how simon could just sit and watch you. he would’ve done anything to get a taste of you, or even just a glance.

“she ain’t interested n’me johnny,” simon sighs after a moment of silence. “i won’t destroy what we have over my stupid feelings.” and with that the debate was over for simon.

before johnny could answer you return with the drinks, placing them down onto the table. “here ya go,” you smile.

“thanks lassie,” johnny grins, patting your hand. you immediately pull away.

you try to overplay it. “no problem. let me know if you need anything else.” you leave with hurried steps, praying you wouldn’t encounter touch again this evening.

-

‘fuck’ you thought when you realize: all seats were taken. this was not good, nope. you just wanted to turn around and leave without anyone taking a notice of you.

but then soap notices you, “ey lassie. com’ere!” he smiles and waves at you. with hesitant steps you walk in his and simon’s direction. giving a apologetic look to the other people. this was a movie night, not some coffee gossip round. it was rare that you were on base and on most occasions you tried to avoid it but johnny and gaz practically begged you to come so you had no other chance than to say yes.

a few moments later you stood in front of the group of men—your friends—unsure what to do. were you just gonna sit on the ground or… before you can even finish that thought a arm wraps around your waist and someone pulls you into their lap. you can‘t suppress a small yelp, your eyes blow wide.

“‘s j‘st me,“ simon whispers into your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. you wanted to leave. now.

“simon,“ you hiss. “let me go. i‘m way too heavy for you—“

but instead of following your request his arm around your waist only tightens. “i‘m a big guy. i can handle it,“ he only says in a low voice. with that the topic was done for him and you knew arguing wouldn‘t make sense. once simon was determined about something there was no way to chance his mind.

so, you sat in his lap the whole movie, squirming from time to time; afraid you were too heavy for him, afraid that you would hurt him in any way. meanwhile, his hands were caressing our waist, pulling you closer to him so you‘d stop wiggling around. if you wouldn‘t stop he‘d some have a problem…

beside simon johnny was throwing side glances at him, smirking when he noticed the struggles his best friend was having. he wished he was in that position… if only he‘d been a tad faster than simon you‘d sit in his lap right now and he knew he wouldn‘t be the same after than.

“y‘alright lassie?“ johnny asks as soon as the movie is over and the lights got turned on. your face was red and your pupils blown wide. you only manage a nod, trying your best to get off simon‘s lap as normal—and fast—as possible.

“i think—i think i‘ll go home now. i have work tomorrow morning,“ you smile, still embarrassed. “i hope i‘ll see you tomorrow or are you shipping out?“

“not for at least two weeks,“ simon answers and you nod and turn to leave but then he gets up too and you stop in your tracks. you raise your eyebrow at him and he shrugs. “‘m gonna get ya home,“ he simply says and you nod again.

“alright. see you soon guys,“ you wave your goodbyes to gaz and johnny.

once you and simon where out of reach johnny started to smirk. “ohhhh, he‘s tryna get laid,“ he laughs, glancing at gaz beside him.

“100%“ the other man agrees, hiding his laughter behind his hand. “the question is if she‘s understanding all the signs…“

-

you unlock your door, simon towering over you from behind, his presence like a burning sensation you couldn‘t seem to ignore. “and we‘re there,“ you chuckle, stepping aside. “you can, uh, leave now,“ you tell him but instead of turning around he takes a step inside your flat, closing the door behind him.

“what if i don‘t want to?“ he asks, slowly coming closer to you. “what…if i want to spend the night with you, mh?“ he‘s looking down at you, his hand itching towards to your face.

you swallow, trying to hold his gaze; it seemed impossible. “why would you want that?“ you want to know, unable to phantom any reason he—out of all men—would want to spend a night with you.

he smiles at your question and lowers his head. “because i like you,“ is his answer before he starts to trails kisses down your throat. your breath gets caught and your hands rush to grip his arms. what was happening right now? this must be a dream…

"if you want t'stop, tell me," he mumbles against your neck, slowly pushing you back until your back hits your drawer. you swallow but turn your head to give him more space. it just felt so good.

your breath hitches when he finds your weak spot. "i don't want to stop," you manage to say and you feel him smirk against your skin.

he scoops you up into his arms and you yelp. "that was what i wanted t'hear," he says and seconds later his lips collide with yours as he makes his way to your bedroom. you feel like a feather in his arms, so light and free.

"been wantin' t'do this f'r a long time," simon breathes against your lips when he gently drops you down onto your bed and he pulls back. "y'look so beautiful..." his eyes admire you and you start to blush. you weren't used to being appreciated like that. especially not by men like simon.

he sits up, kneeling in front of you. then he pulls off his shirt in a smooth motion, tossing it aside. your eyes widen and you swallow again. oh steaming jesus, he looked better than you thought–

and suddenly you get aware of your looks again. you try to hide behind your arms as fast as possible, not wanting simon to see but he beats you to it. with gentle hands he grabs your wrists and pulls them away. "why're you doing that, mh?" he wants to know and you avert your gaze.

"i...don't know..." you mumble. "i just–"

he cuts you off before you can finish, "y'think i don't find ya attractive, do ya?" your blush is answer enough and he bents down. "you're the most attractive woman i've ever laid m'eyes upon..." he tells you in a whisper, placing kisses upon your face.

"you don't–"

"oh, i mean it. with every fiber of my being," he, again, cuts you off, not wanting you to doubt his attraction to you. you were beautiful, etheral even, and he didn't know how other men didn't see it. "let me worship you," he pleads, kissing your lips.

he pulls slightly back again and looks in your eyes. he wanted your consent before continung. if you'd say no, he'd stop. if you'd say yes, he would ravish you.

you hesitate for a second before you drag him back down by his neck and press a kiss to his lips. "please," you choke out, looking at him with hooded eyes.

he smiles, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, pushing it upwards. "your wish is my command love." with gentle hands he starts to undress you, trailing kisses all over your body. he wanted to you to feel good about yourself, to feel attractive.

and with every passing moment he was itching down towards your core, smirking when he feels you twitching and shuddering.

“si—simon,” you moan when his lips ghost over your clothed cunt.

he does it again, looking up at you through hooded eyes. “shhhh,” he coos, his tumb caressing your thigh. “b’good f’r me, will ya?” he was straining himself to not rip your clothes off when he started undressing you piece by piece. he wanted to cherish you, burn the image of you sprawled across your bed—naked—into his mind. who knew when he’d be able to see you like that again?

it felt like a haze, the way he was undressing and worshipping your body, his eyes rarely leaving yours. he wanted to you feel seen, to feel lusted after because that was exactly what he was doing.

he came face to face with you again, his lips finding yours while his hand cupped your pussy. your breath hitched. “so ready for me,” he chuckles, his tumb carefully starting to stimulate your clit.

a whine escapes you when he pulls his hand back after a few moments and he can’t suppress a smirk. “oh, ya needy, aren’t ya?” you only manage a nod, your mouth falling open when you feel him slipping one finger inside. “gon’ work ya well open first, love,” he tells you before he starts to litter you with kisses again.

with a steady rhythm he pumps his finger in and out of you, trying to pay attention to your body’s reaction as best as possible. he wanted to make this about you and you only.

he was sucking bruises onto your skin while moans dripped past your lips. oh, he felt like he was in heaven. “keep makin’ them sounds f’r me love,” he mumbles as he starts to hump your bed. his dick was painfully hard by now and he needed to feel some relief.

you gasp and writhe and whine, grabbing his arm to feel something between your hands. “please simon,” you cry out with your back arching off the mattress. “i wanna—“ he shuts you up with a kiss.

“i know what ya want.” and exactly that is the moment your orgasm ripples through you. a dragged out moan leaves your mouth and your fingernails bore into the flesh of his arms. “j’st like that,” simon coos, carefully removing his hand from your cunt.

you gasp for air as you come down from your high, still not 100% sure if this was real; because it didn’t feel like it. you release simon’s arms from your grip, swallowing when you saw the marks you left.

in the meanwhile simon fully undressed himself, his painfully hard cock finally getting set free. he looked at you and a smirk tugged at his lips when he noticed you staring. he tugged at his cock before he crawled back onto the bed to hover about you.

you look up at him, unsure of what to do. it’s been probably years since you’ve last had sex. it wasn’t that much of a regular thing in your life.

“ya ready?” he asks you after he connects your lips in a gentle kiss. you nod and he carefully starts to open your legs further. “i’ll be gentle, yea?”

simon’s hands caress your thighs before he aligns his cock with your entrance and trains his eyes on you as he starts to push himself inside.

your mouth falls open and your hands find their way back to grip onto his arms. a tear slips past your eye and a loud moan drags past your lips. “simon—oh my god!”

he grunts, doing his best to hold himself back from restlessly pounding into you. he didn’t want to hurt you. “no god ‘ere love. only me.” he bends down to kiss you and one of his hands starts to stimulate your clit again.

when he fully bottomed out it took all of his self control to not come immediately. he’s dreamed of this for months, years even and not it was finally happening.

“takin’ me s’good,” simon whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his hips back, making you whine before he pushes them forward again, pulling another moan out of you. “this pussy was made for me, huh.” a cocky grin was on his face.

you nod and babble, too overwhelmed by that pleasure that was so unknown to you. “wanna be good for you,” you cry, clutching his arm with your hands. “please simon.”

he starts to trail kisses down your throat while he keeps his thrusts in a steady rhythm. he felt his orgasm building but he wouldn’t come before you didn’t. this wasn’t about him and his pleasure, this was about you.

you moan, “oh—oh—“ when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. “i’m gonna come simon,” your voice trembles.

“i know,” he grits out as he fastens his thrusts and keeps stimulation your clit. the way you were clenching around him had him seeing stars. you were so close.

and then he pushes you over the cliff, your orgasm rippling through you with a force you didn’t know as possible. your vision fades to black and your mouth falls open as simon fucks you through your orgasm.

he’s trying his best to keep his composure when you clench around him, almost milking him but he pushes through, managing a couple sloppy thrusts before he comes with a deep moan, fully burying himself inside you.

his eyes are closed as he tries to take a deep breath, a faint ‘i love you’ leaving his lips.

(i’m sorry the end is like that. i’m terrible at endings🧍🏼. i didn’t know how to properly cut this😭)

[sweetpinkchampagne]

gentle love

pairing: simon riley x fem reader

synopsis: simon has been feeling guilty about his work hours and how unpredictable they are - leaving dates cancelled, and the bed cold when you go to sleep. he comes home to your sleeping figure.

warnings: noooneee :)) just toothache inducing fluff, seriously u needa call the dentist, sexual innuendo

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heavy, unforgiving boots trudged through your home tracking mud before being pulled off as well as his heavy tactical vest that he dropped with a grunt.

"baby..??" simon called out to you, assuming you would be upstairs as he made his way towards your shared room. his gaze softened as he saw your sleeping figure clutching the pillow from his side of the bed that he guessed smelled of him. cute. your hair was covering your face messily and you were curled up into a ball. a moment of guilt struck him. he wished he could give you the romance you deserved, the date nights and planned holidays - but he was either on call or on deployment. it made the moments you had together even more special to him. he gently opened the door to your ensuite to run a shower, careful not to wake your sleeping figure.

hot water poured down his face as the heat fogged up the glass. memories of you sharing intimate moments in the shower together ran through his mind. not just sex, but the type of showers that unearthed the gentle love the two of you shared. it was only with you that he felt comfortable dropping his cold exterior, 'ghost' if you will. with you, he was always just 'simon' and you loved him more than anything in the world. he wrapped his torso in a freshly washed grey towel as he studied the cuts on his face he had gained ealier in the night. they would worry you. he knew that.

he slipped on his signature grey sweatpants that hung loose on his torso, exposing his chisled v-line, something he often slept in, shirtless n sweats. he was unaware you were awake, smiling at him as he tried to be as quiet as possible. it was 2am. he always mentioned the awful feeling he was used to experiencing at work, the feeling of 'being watched' and in order to combat that, he learned to be hypervigilant, but not with you. never with you.

"hi si.." you yawned sleepily smiling at him and he whipped his head around and met your smile with one just as big. he walked over to the bed abd your eyes couldn't help but wander to the sweatpants that swayed as he walked.

"oh lovie.. 'm sorry baby - tried to be quiet for ya.. know it's late." he huffed as he knelt beside you and kissed your lips gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"your cheek! oh my god simon.. you.." you said panicked as your gently cupped his face, tilting his head to study the cuts on his cheek. he chuckled.

"it's nothin' i promise, just glad i came home to the missus..in fact.." he smiled at your flickering eyes, you cared about him so much..simon laughed softly as you squealed in laughter as he pulled you by your legs, down lower onto the bed and spread them apart gently.

"honeyyy, what are you doing- oh.. oh." you looked down at him as he crawled onto the bed, laughing at your assumption.

"psshh, 'ts not that baby, you're half asleep.. jus' wanna get comfy thas' all" he yawned and smiled sleepily as he laid between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face in the plush of your tummy. you sighed in contentment at the feeling of safety that washed over you. your hands ran through his soft hair and he moved his head down and peppered kisses along your stomach, something that in a different circumstance would send butterflies to your stomach but instead, you just felt love.

"goodnight si, i love you" you smiled, looking down at the blonde curls buried into your stomach.

"night lovie, i love you too."

[winterrrnight]

Prompt "no one's ever done that to me before." With zach

thank you so much for this request anon! I hope you enjoy reading this :)

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PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: zach shows you what love is actually supposed to feel like.

WARNINGS: sooo much fluff I think I'll die

EDITH SPEAKS: this. this is what I want. I swear never ever expect less than this from a partner. You deserve the whole world lovie 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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You smile when Zach opens the car door for you, mumbling a little thank you as you take his extended hand. He gives you a little kiss on the back of your hand, the heat in your cheeks not failing to rise.

You met Zach a short while ago, but the spark between you didn't go unnoticed when he took the bold step of asking you out. You were over the moon; you've had your eye on him for some time and he seems like the sweetest guy ever, so you definitely couldn't say no.

But your mind loves to play tricks with you, and you got scared if this step is the right one or not.

All because of them.

Your ex-lover.

You loved them so much, but they never reciprocated it, leaving you a broken mess. Zach was the one who made you realise your standards in lovers has been set so low, that when your date is over an hour late, and just comes to tell you they'll be leaving in 20 minutes, it's all okay. Why? Because atleast they took out time from their "busy" schedule to tell you about their shortage of time.

Since your first date, Zach never fails to show up with flowers at your doorstep, always one of your favorite kind. He'll take your hand and lead you to his car, opening your door for you, and when you reach the restaurant, he'll pull out your chair for you, let you sit and push it back in.

And right now, you've just been to one of the best dates you've ever had with him. It was funny; he took you to a simple fast food restaurant but he wanted you both to dress up as fancy as if you're going to a five star michelin restaurant. You both definitely looked like doofs in your fancy clothes getting all up in your burgers and fries, but you both sure did have fun.

But, unlike always, Zach doesn't drop you at your home after the date. Instead, he insisted he takes you somewhere "special".

He takes you by your hand, and leads you to the edge of a cliff he's driven up to. The sun is setting, and you both sit down in the grass, the pinkish hues cascading a glow on you both.

Zach's arm wraps around your shoulders and you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you sitting in comfortable silence as you watch the sun slowly slump down.

"This place reminds me so much of you," he whispers, not wanting to ruin the serene moment you both are sharing.

You look up to him, an expectant glint in your eye. "Why's that?" You ask him.

"Because," he takes in a deep breathe, "each time I look at this sunset, watching the day slowly slip into the night, I realise how extremely lucky I am to have someone like you with me. I spend my days thinking about you, being with you, and I take this moment to understand how grateful I am to have you by my side. This, this beauty in front of us," he shifts his head towards you, "it reminds me of you. Of your beauty, and how perfect you are, just like this sunset,"

You swear you could've started sobbing at that moment. You need a moment to realise this is all real; you are sitting with a boy who makes you feel so special, gives you all the love you could've asked for. Relationships aren't meant to make you feel bad, or ignored. They are supposed to make you feel loved.

"Zach," you say softly, taking his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "you mean so much to me. Everything you do, it all means the whole world to me. No one's ever done that to me before, Zach, no one. I didn't know I can ever feel so special,"

"That's the least I can do for you," he presses a kiss to your hairline. "I love you so much, bub, so so much,"

You smile softly, taking his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his lips, trying to convey all your love through this gesture.

"I love you more."

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kiss you forever - lrh

summary: luke wants you to do his eyeliner for his show.

pairing: luke hemmings x genderneutral!reader

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word count: ~800

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You had barely reached the venue and Luke was already pulling you into his dressing room. He was hurrying around everywhere, stressing over every little detail.

He wasn't usually this anxious but he was playing in Sydney tonight and wanted everything to be perfect. His family was here and you'd be joining them shortly, you just couldn't help seeing Luke beforehand.

You were dragged towards the mirror and watched as he sat down in the twisty chair. He moved the height down so your head was above his and then proceed to grab a few items off the counter. He held them in one hand, reaching the other out to grab yours and manoeuvre you into standing between his legs. His head was just below yours, looking up at you. He grabbed your other hand, wrapping it around a thin tube, before taking the lid off for you.

You stared at him blankly, waiting for him to give you some instructions. He sighed, wrapping his hands around the hand which held the tube, pulling it towards his face. "Need you to do my eyeliner, angel."

You just looked at him, tilting your head to the side, trying to calm him and tease him at the same time. He sighed and pressed a kiss to the side of your face, "pretty please."

You nodded smiling, before focusing on his eyes. He had a pretty shimmer plastered all over the lids, and multiple dots from where he had failed to take off the previous failed attempts at the eyeliner.

You grabbed the wetwipe packet from the counter, taking one out and folding it into a small square. You dabbed it at where you could see the marks, making sure to miss out the eyeshadow as much as possible.

When you finished, you picked up the eyeshadow palette, hoping to reapply the product you took off. "Which shade did you use, lu? S'really pretty."

He pointed towards the shimmer in the top left and moved to grab the brush he used, then refocused back at you. You're sure that was the first time he took his eyes off of you since you started.

You reapplied the shadow quickly but carefully, Luke struggling to keep his eyes closed for the few seconds you needed him to. His hands found your waist, grabbing you and moving you ever so slightly closer.

You finished, and moved closer to him letting Luke pass you the eyeliner again. "What look are you going for?"

"M'thinking maybe a small wing? Subtle but you can tell it's there." You smiled up nodding at him. You reached your hands up to cup his face, bringing it closer to yours.

You brought the pen up to his face, beginning the eyeliner. You dragged his face closer again, making sure there's no chance you screw up.

You finished and turned his head to either side, double checking your work then admiring it and Luke simultaneously.

You had yet to realise the close proximity of your faces but Luke had. It took everything in him to not kiss you in that moment. You were holding his head up in your palm and he couldn't think of anything that could make him melt more.

His cheeks were stained a deep red and his eyes were flicking all around your face, from your lips to your eyes and back again. You noticed this, then how close you were, and felt your breath get stuck in your throat. You eyes were pinned on his lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. You needed to speak; to say anything, yet Luke consumed all your thoughts.

"You look so pretty, Lu." You whispered as though it was a promise. Your thumb was moving against his cheek, brushing over his lips, sending butterflies into his stomach.

"S'all you lovie." He whispered back, so quiet you almost missed it. He leaned in closer to you, tilting his head and letting his lips meet yours. It was soft and sweet, making warmth overtake your whole body. His hands moved from on your waist to wrap you in a hug, letting you move to rest one of your legs over his in the chair. You couldn't help but grin into the kiss as your stomach erupted.

You pulled away, hoping the feeling would linger on your lips. Luke's cheeks were burning, "I could kiss you forever, you know." You giggled in response, pulling his jaw up to meet you in a kiss once again. You let your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly on his curls, letting you both get lost in the moment once more.

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 🌸

🌸 ─── hello lovelies and welcome to today's reading. as we are entering the last third of 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹, some of you (myself included) may be wondering what love is coming your way before the year ends, so this reading will cover romantic, platonic and self love messages for you for the last four months of 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹. hope you enjoy!

🌸 ─── picking your pile: take a deep breath and allow your soul to centre itself. when you feel your mind balanced and cleared, allow yourself to be drawn to an image. your eyes may gravitate to one, or you may close your eyes and feel which image is calling out.

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🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙜

i think for my lovies who chose pile one, in the last four months you will experience the beginning of a love connection and/or the end of a love connection. but for most, i think it will be something new, like you are heading down a new path for love. there is a message which tells you to remain faithful! but also embrace new opportunities, especially when it comes to creativity. for example, in a current connection you may be feeling bored and tempted to find love from a different connection. but you're being called upon to not search for it elsewhere unless absolutely necessary. instead, find fun and creative ways to liven up the current connection. this message in particular is for those who are in a romantic relationship.

for a number of you, the change you need to make is a lot deeper than spicing things up. for example, if you have a connection with someone that doesn't feel right, in these four months you need to peel off the mask of the situation and find the truth. it may be chaotic and force you our of your comfort zone, but change is needed for such connections. for a number of you, i think there will be a loss of love or cutting someone off and you will feel neglected, like you receive no love from the world but the truth is, you do. look around you and you will see that you have love in abundance and even if you can't see it, always affirm it. a number of you will receive lots of love from family members, especially towards the end of the year and it may surprise you, like you weren't expecting so much love from them.

despite some upheaval and discomfort in regards to love, you will fight through it and be brave and will not let it keep you down for long. you are a fighter, my lovey. i can see it. and i also see that you'll be heading into the new year with a whole new perspective on love, and your attitudes toward finding love will be refreshing and new. always keep your faith in the world and you will find happiness and abundance in love. don't push away any new connections and ensure to cherish and nurture the love you already have. family will play a huge role in love for the last part of the year, and for some it may also be a romantic love that surprises you. and for a very small number of you, you'll receive something so beautiful in love, such as a ring or a baby, which each bear their own weight.

🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚

this is quite the mixed pile for my lovies who chose pile two, but for the most part it is positive! however, for a number of you there will be heartbreak. if you resonate with the signs gemini, libra or aquarius, or have a connection with someone who does, i believe this message is for you. also for those who live in the north (of your continent, country, city, region etc.) there will be some form of rejection. for example, your crush will deny you when you ask them out. or you are dating someone you wanted for a long time only for them to say you are not the one for them. i don't see a heavy breakup but you will feel some grief despite the small connection breaking down. however, you will get over it surprisingly quickly.

but like i said, for the most part these messages are positive or neutral at least so even if you deal with the above, you will still receive some positives in love. for some, there may be a union. if you were also attracted to pile one, i think an engagement, marriage or starting a family are definitely on the card in the following four months but this is only for a small number of you. but for the rest of you, i sense that the following four months in regards to love will be stable and prosperous. friends, family, lovers. i see you receiving love from them all. there also may be new beginnings for you guys which could stem from a love connection. for example, you meet with a family member or friend after so long and the connection feels so passionate which could birth something new, such as a business venture or any kind of experience. i'm seeing a concert for some. you've been wanting to go to a place for so long and the new (or old but reignited) connection will take you there. it could also be a holiday for some.

for those who are younger, i see some immaturity and ignorance coming from a love connection and it will make you feel confused and frustrated. it could be a difficult family member. for example, the holidays mean you will meet family members who "love" you but we all know there are certain family members who aren't the best to spend holidays with. and for a number of you, especially the younger readers who are in a relationship or situationship or have a crush on someone, be careful of love bombing! your person being immature and ignorant in your connection cannot simply be forgiven because they say or show that they love you. don't be a fool and demand respect in this connection. be mature and don't fall for fake love. lastly, you'll find some clarity in regards to a love connection. you may be feeling restless or curious about someone right now. don't worry. you will know how they really feel by the end of the year. this could also be clarification of your own feelings if you are the one feeling confused.

🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙨

pile three, my lovelies, please do not be disheartened by this reading. although it is easier said than done, however, these messages are quite meh energy. i firstly want to mention that there is a strong representation of disconnection and for some there may be unfaithfulness. overall, i see this as "break up" energy. you could lose someone you love and for most who this resonates with, it seems to be a romantic partner. there may be over-indulgence on one of your parts but it seems as though the disconnection is already in progress. if you feel like you are losing connection with a partner or a friend, this is likely for you. i think your love for them has been weighing you down because you are not receiving it back. in the end, it will not last and i think a break up will happen in the next four months. this is not all bad though because you will have more love for your self.

in the mean time however, you will struggle to show yourself that love. it's like you put everything into this connection and you feel so depressed, like all of your love has gone to waste and you have none left for yourself or anyone else in your life. but the sun will shine again! the sun will also shine it's light on those who really do love you and don't take your love for granted. kind of like you'll see who your true friends are, the ones who are there for you at your lowest and you will find it to be a most admirable display of love. you will have time to rest and relax, ease your mind and heartache and you may even get into mediation or yoga. self care will become of importance to you if it is not already and little by little, you will show yourself love and learn that giving love freely is not a bad thing. you'll feel brave to love again. i also want to say that this does not necessarily mean a relationship breakup although that is the main message. but it could also be losing someone or something you love in another way. for example, losing a friend or cutting off a family member, or losing a job you loved so much. again, i don't want to scare or dishearten you, my lovies because in the end, things will work out.

for some of you, i think financial stress will put pressure on your love connections. you will feel heavily burdened but be patient because the world will eventually turn in your favour. there are certain decisions that are in your hand and you can either let you and your loved ones be affected by the obstacles of life or you can work to fight your way through it and come out stronger in the end alongside your loved ones. and i think the last message for this pile is saying that the year will end with you taking the first steps in your journey of showing true love to yourself and beginning the healing of your soul's burdens.

🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙨

i see for pile four, my lovies, those who chose this reading will have a very introspective experience with love in the last part of this year. some of you are in a relationship but i think the majority are not. and if you are in a relationship or taking part in an important connection, it will still be a personal end to the year. i see travel for some of you, in a self-love sort of way. like you will finally treat yourself to that holiday you wanted. perhaps it could be gifted to you by someone else but it will be a personal experience, catered for you exactly. you will learn to be enlightened by your own company if you have not already. you will really enjoy time to yourself for the rest of the year. perhaps the year so far has been bustling with all sorts of events and connections and you need some time to yourself to regain all of your energy. this is your sign that it's going to happen.

i do see that you could be feeling powerless, that you've been procrastinating a lot. is there something you want to avoid, my lovies? whatever or whoever it is, take time to yourself to understand your thoughts and feelings and deal with it before the year ends because you do not want to enter the new year with lingering energy because you procrastinated confrontation for too long. it could possibly turn your life upside down, but it could also make your life so much better. don't focus too much on the worst case scenario and realise that it will be a no case scenario until you confront the person or issue. you're only hurting yourself the longer you avoid it and it could be blocking any love the universe is planning to send your way. to welcome new love and new things in general into your life, you should never allow your life to become clogged with old stuff. if you want to manifest love pile four, deal with the situations at hand and clear the energy.

if you've been meaning to start a self love or self discovery journey, this pile is definitely for you. the last part of the year seems to be filled with self exploration and learning what you love and don't love, from yourself and others. you may also be doing some shadow work to heal which may feel chaotic, but in the end it will give you a more calm and peaceful approach to life. you'll learn to love everything around you and in return, love will find it's way to you. for some, i see a romantic interest coming your way, or someone sending a love token or offering to you. for some i see family and a relationship. may be welcoming something or someone new into your life, someone you can love and who will love you too. you may also meet a foreigner or someone from abroad who will end up as a strong presence of love in your life, maybe as a friend or a partner. and if you are going on that treat yourself trip, make sure to plan thoroughly!

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[graymanshoots]

hello! can i request self conscious shy chubby reader with tf 141? pretty please?

Say less I gotchu (Coming from a shy chubby author)

Let me know if there’s anything I could improve on I’m open to constructive and respectful feedback

!This is gender neutral and racially unspecified/suggested!

Personally, I think all of these men would be very attentive lovers and be able to sense when you were feeling down about yourself.

The only two I believe would be very aware and more understanding of your disdain for your personal image are Simon and Kyle.

They both have likely been in situations where the way they looked was a sore spot for them, so I don’t doubt that they’d have a better understanding than the captain or Johnny.

Anyways here is everyone individually :

John Price

Insecurity often happens in the bedroom, so I can see Price being concerned when the reader isn’t showing as much interest in having sex.

He doesn’t necessarily care if he’s having sex with you or not; he just noticed the shift in behavior and got worried.

John overthinks, and he’ll blame himself first, thinking he must have been gone too long or said the wrong thing, before eventually realizing what the actual issue was after noticing that you wore oversized clothing more often.

He’s upset that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to him about your insecurities and will make sure to let you know that he is a safe space.

He tries to joke around to make you feel better and shows off his own tummy that’s covered in a healthy layer of fat, patting it like “what’s wrong with a lil tummy?”

Once it’s all said and done, he makes sure to reassure you now and then that he thinks you're gorgeous no matter what kind of body you have, and if you ever feel down, he’s there for you.

"Of all the sins I’ve committed, the universe still blesses me with a beauty like you," John mumbled sleepily, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his warm body as his hand rested on your hip. He presses soft kisses to the back of your neck as you try to squirm away from the ticklish sensation, a smile splitting across your cheeks. “Go to sleep, John,” you huff, feeling content in his arms.

Simon Riley

Simon noticed the moment you started feeling off about yourself, recognizing the look as if he were in a mirror. It’s the reason he suggested taking a shower with you, using the guise of being too tired after long weeks away and needing your help (blatant lie; Simon never needs help, and if he did, he wouldn’t ask you because he doesn’t want to burden his Lovie).

Simon will stand in front of the mirror with you, stark naked, and make you look at yourself.

He’ll stand behind you like a shadow, moving his hands over all of his favorite parts of you (spoiler alert: that’s all of you).

He doesn’t go too far with the touching, not wanting to lose the point he was trying to make.

Simon will help you soap up in the shower, making sure to be deliberate with his movements. He didn’t want to emphasize what you thought was wrong with you but show you that all of you is perfect.

Once out of the shower, he’ll want to lounge around for a bit naked. Probably put on a movie and just lay nudie on the couch, a blanket splayed over the both of you.

Simon rubbed up and down your back as you laid over his chest. The TV casting a soft glow over the two of you. His fingers ran gently up your spine and back down, the repetitive movement lulling you into a docile state. You see him in the corner of your eyes staring at you, deep in thought, before he brings his hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest as he presses a kiss to your scalp.

Kyle Garrick

While Kyle doesn’t pick it up as quickly as Simon, he’s definitely right in his tail when it comes to that.

Kyle has been noticing you skipping out on meals since he came back from the field, watching you opt for small snacks instead of actual food.

He is extremely alarmed when you say you're not hungry even though he made your favorite food.

He becomes a detective and starts questioning why you aren’t hungry, and when you don’t give him a straight answer, he’ll start guessing.

Eventually, you get tired of his guessing and just admit that you're trying to lose weight by eating less, and he is DISTRESSED.

He explains to you that skipping meals isn’t the proper way to go about it and that a proper and healthy diet over a minimal diet is way more effective.

He will then question why you’d want to lose weight when you're so perfect, and once you explain, he’s more sympathetic.

Kyle will sit with you and make sure that you eat before bringing you to bed.

Kyle seems like a very physical person, and I feel like he would see the best way to show you how to love yourself is to show you how much he loves you.

He will body worship you with endless praise, even if you don’t have sex; he’s still giving you words of affirmation.

He buys you a journal for you to write affirmations about yourself daily, and he’ll tell you how proud he is of you constantly.

Kyle kisses at the stretch marks that decorate your body, massaging down the side of your body. “I couldn’t even imagine getting the chance to love someone more perfect than you, no matter how many people claim perfection is impossible,” he hums in satisfaction, drowning in the absolute adoration he has for you.

John Mactavish

Johnny is most likely the slowest to act since he’s so infatuated with you. He doesn’t think that you could ever think poorly of yourself because he thinks of you so highly.

That being said, when he sees you working out past exhaustion in the gym, he quickly steps in.

He takes whatever weight you're holding and racks it back up before tending to you.

If this hadn’t been such an alarming situation, he would have found it endearing how you splayed on the gym mat all sweaty. He might’ve made a dirt joke about it in a different situation.

But he is looking at you, his expression hard and stern; you're almost worried he’s going to yell at you.

He quickly softens upon seeing your expression and questions you on why you’re breaking yourself down so aggressively.

When he gets his answer, he isn’t pleased. He’s extremely disappointed in himself as your significant other for not having made you feel safe in your body.

He’s like Price when it comes to taking the blame, but for Johnny, he just can’t comprehend you disliking any part of yourself.

He doesn’t really know how to comfort you in this situation and instead brings you on weekly spa days and buys you things.

Johnny hasn’t really dealt with body image issues, and he’s really so stupidly in love with you that he doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

He’ll shower you in affection and watch you like a hawk any time you go to the gym together.

He gives you what he can and hopes that you’ll understand how gorgeous you are through his actions.

Johnny will slow down on working out and eat more, claiming he’s “bulking,” but really he’s trying to soften out his hard muscle so that you see there’s nothing wrong with your stomach.

“Me so hungry,” he says in a high-pitched voice, squishing his stomach to make it look like it was talking as he walked into the kitchen. “Ya hear that Bonnie, don’t ye hear the poor lad growling.” He jokes, earning a laugh from you. You were eating a little bowl of grapes when he walked in, which made him beam. He steals a grape from your bowl, replacing it with a quick kiss to your lips before walking to the fridge to get his own snack.

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nothin' but love for you--Luke&Lily oneshot

Word count: 3.8k (also unedited so if there are errors oops)

Warnings: pregnancy talk

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You and Luke have planned to tell everyone about the pregnancy at the end of February and ever since you told him he’s become more affectionate and helpful around the house and the kids (which seems impossible). He doesn’t even let you lift the laundry basket because he doesn’t want you to strain yourself.

“Our anniversary is coming up soon,” he mentions one night in bed. His fingers are rubbing and massaging your lower back as you’re situated between his long legs. The kids have been in bed for a few hours after a double feature of Moana and Encanto.

“I know…oh, there Luke,” you groan when he rubs at a certain spot. You feel him smile against your hair. “What should we do?”

“Do you want to know my original plan or the revised one?”

“Can I know both?” you ask then give it some thought, “why is there a revised one?”

“Because the original plan was before I knew about this little bud,” he pokes the side of your belly. “And it involved flying.”

“To where?” you sigh, loving the rotation of his fingers.

Your doctor recommended you stay home and in the area for this pregnancy considering how the last one went. You and Luke were quick to agree not wanting to repeat a fainting episode like in Disney.

“I don’t want to tell you,” he chuckles.

“Please, Luke?” you crane your neck towards his face and bring his mouth to yours.

“We were going to go to the Philippines,” he explains on your lips, each word a kiss. “We were going to go to museums, tours of mansions and experience the beauty of the land and the people…skinny dipping.”

“Mm,” you hum kissing him once more, your fingers latching onto his curls. “That does sound nice. What’s the revised edition?”

“I convinced Ash and KayKay to babysit while I took you to dinner and a movie. Your choice on everything.”

“I choose everything? You spoil me too much,” you smile and he wraps his arms around you, his thumb rubbing at the sides of your breasts through the nightgown you have on. “What about Valentine's Day?”

“That involves the kids. We’ll make heart-shaped pizzas and our own chocolate covered strawberries. Then maybe watch a movie before we put them to bed,” he kisses your cheek. His breath tickles your ear.

“Sounds like a nice cozy night in,” you hum dragging his fingers over and below your grown belly. “What will happen when we’re alone?”

“We’ll go to bed.”

“And?” You hedge, his fingers graze under your nightgown, tickling the skin of your lower stomach.

“I’ll give you a foot massage.”

“And then?” your voice shakes as he teases his finger over your clothed core.

“Damn, you’re wet already, lovie? I’ve barely touched you,” his voice is gruff in your ear.

“I’m pregnant, you know how much my libido is…heightened,” you squeak and rest your head against his shoulder. A small moan slips out as Luke presses onto your clit.

“Love your moans,” he continues to rub at you in circular motions.

You open your legs a little wider and he slips his hand underneath your underwear. He teases a long finger up your slit, coaxing soft whimpers from your mouth. Your body becomes hot and when he kisses your neck you can’t help but lift your hips into his palm.

“There’s my girl…gonna make you feel good, yeah?”

He talks you through it and because of your heightened hormones, you cum on his fingers and he silences your salacious moans with a firm kiss. His tongue is hushing your noises and your whole body is in a tizzy then you’re left panting against him.

You watch through half lidded eyes as he slowly brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean with a satisfied moan.

“I can’t wait,” you whisper.

***

Thankfully you haven’t felt all that dizzy this time around but your cravings have been prominent and a little crazy. For two weeks all you’ve wanted were french fries and chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. If you didn’t have the chocolate sprinkles, you cried for hours until Luke finally found some. You wanted everything related to potatoes and chocolate.

You’d dip the fries in your chocolate shake. You’d make a potato chip and M&M sandwich. Salty and sweet was definitely your forte and then you started to become more and more tired.

“Mama, are you sick?” Lily asks the day before your anniversary. She came home from school to find you laying on the couch with a migraine cap on your head, it was ice cold and helped alleviate the pain in your head.

“I just have a headache, honey,” you assure her. “What did you do at school today?”

When it was time for your anniversary date you tried to give yourself a pep talk to stay awake for the whole night. Luke noticed how heavy your eyes were as you settled into the car after dinner, your head immediately falling back onto the seat.

“I think we should call it a night, lovie,” Luke says once he’s in the seat next to you.

“No! No, I want to go see our movie,” you sit up a little straighter but he places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You could barely keep your head up while we ate our dessert,” he smiles, “it’s fine, really. I’ll still rub your feet.”

“Okay,” you give in all too easily.

Lily and Posy are still awake when you come home, they show you the anniversary cards they made you with Ashton and KayKay and the gift they got you. It was a painting of their footprints overlapping each other. Lily’s was pink, Posy’s were purple and Oliver’s were red. Lily wrote around their feet ‘Happy Anniversary mama and daddy, Love, Lily, Po and Oli.’

“Unca Ash helped paint our feet! It tickled,” Posy told you excitedly.

“I even had them paint mine just for fun,” Ashton smiles holding up a green foot.

“Do you like it?” Lily asks hugging your waist.

“We love it, this is so special,” you kiss her head.

“We’ll hang it right in our room,” Luke kisses Posy and she hugs him tightly then yawns into his neck. “Okay, let’s say goodnight to Unca Ash and Aunt Kay so you can get to bed, bug.”

Luke helps the girls get ready for bed and you give Ashton and KayKay a hug goodbye.

“How come you guys came home so early?” KayKay asks.

“Oh, um, I wasn’t feeling all that well after dinner,” you lie and force yourself not to touch your belly. You still had your big coat on but the couple exchanged a look.

“Okay, well, get some rest,” KayKay kisses your cheek. “And Happy Anniversary.”

“Thank you.”

“Use protection,” Ashton teases with a wink and they head outside the door.

“Too late for that,” you mutter with a small chuckle.

You remove your coat and slip off your shoes. Just as you’re about to take the first step up the stairs, Luke rushes down to grab your hands to help you.

“Do you need help?” he asks when you turn on the bathroom door.

“I’m good,” you shake your head.

You weren’t.

Five minutes later Luke found you asleep on the toilet. He helped you out of your clothes and into your nightgown. Then he removed your make-up and did your skincare routine, his fingers gentle as they massaged your face oil and lotion over your cheeks. He helped you get into bed and covered you with the comforter and a kiss to your nose.

You watch him move about the room as he gets ready for bed and your eyes slowly start to close. You have no idea where this bout of sleepiness came from but it was winning you over.

Your eyes flash open (when did they close?) when Luke climbs into bed next to you. Once he’s settled and shuts off the light, you scoot over to rest your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry I ruined our night.”

“You didn’t ruin a thing,” he says tickling up and down your back. “You usually get tired this time of the pregnancy and I should’ve remembered that.”

“But it’ll be harder for us to spend alone time together once the new baby comes,” you feel tears spike in your eyes. “And we still have to get the crib and stuff set up. We’ll have to rearrange Oliver’s room or try and find a new house–”

“Hey, shh, shh, lovie it’ll all be okay,” he hushes holding you close. “We always find time for each other. After we tell everybody, we’ll get started on Oliver’s room and you know Crystal has a good eye on real estate. We’ll make everything work out, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead and you relax at his assurances.

“Thank you for dealing with me when I’m like this.”

“It’s my job, through thick and thin, better or worse, sickness and in health, in good times and bad–”

“Are you repeating your vows to me?” you giggle into his neck.

“Maybe, but I can sing them to you too if you’d like.”

“I would like that, and so would the baby.”

“Yeah this high, high love that you give to me, is dripping down my hands like honey, it’s all I’m missing…You give me something good, just give me something good.”

***

You were more lively when Valentine’s Day rolled out. You and Luke helped Lily and Posy make their Valentine’s for their classmates. Lily made one extra special for Roman and they loved making their own pizzas. Oliver even smeared his hands in the sauce on his little pizza. Before your next ultrasound you were taking him to get his eyes checked and hopefully he wouldn’t need his glasses anymore.

“Miss Gretchen says we’re going to watch movies and decorate our own cookies at school tomorrow!” Posy exclaims in excitement as she watches Luke cut her pizza into slices.

“What movie are you going to watch?” Luke asks.

“Snoopy’s Valentine’s Day.”

“What are you doing tomorrow, my sweet?” Luke looks at Lily who just fed Oliver a piece of pizza after blowing on it to cool off.

“I think we’re watching The Little Rascals,” she says. “And we’re playing games, too.”

You had a little more pep in your step as you decorated the house for Valentine’s Day. you bought a bunch of red heart-shaped balloons to hang along one wall in the kitchen and Luke even bought sparkling pink juice (fake wine) to have for dinner.

There were props and a bunch of pink and red roses scattered all over the house. You couldn’t wait for the girls to come home and enjoy the little festivities. After dropping the girls off at school, Luke gave you his gift which was a glass rose in a stand that had your wedding date engraved in the base. It was also a music box so when you pushed the button on the side, it played your song. It was beautiful and timeless and it definitely made you cry.

Your gift to Luke were three new satin shirts from the designer he loved so much in Italy. His initials were embroidered in the tag as well.

“These are incredible, lovie,” he kisses your cheek, “thank you. I’ll have to wear these the next time I’m onstage.”

You pause and stare at each other, you hadn’t had that conversation yet of what the next tour and album will look like after this baby is born. Luke has made sure to keep you in the loop as always and since Michael and Crystal have their hands full with Chloe and Maddox, the guys more or less agreed on a small hiatus, or at least a slower process of getting the next album out.

You were all in new chapters of your life and enjoying every moment of it, but you were so thankful to be in the same book with each other. Luke let slip that Calum was thinking of proposing to Rayna over the summer when they went on a trip to Australia.

When the girls are home, you show them the rose Luke got you and they’re completely transfixed. Posy says it’s like the one from Beauty and the Beast. Lily and Posy loved the small photoshoot you had as a family, Sarah lent you an old camera of hers to use.

It was a fun evening with your family making food and then watching movies on the couch until they fell asleep. Oliver always fell asleep snuggled in your arms and Posy was sprawled across Luke’s lap, her arms and feet in different directions.

“Time to put our little cupids to bed,” Luke smiles at each child lovingly. He went back to the main menu on the tv and lifted Posy in his arms. He stretched over to Lily and spoke softly to her until she woke up.

She bumped against Luke’s body as he helped her up the stairs and into her room to change into pajamas. Posy was limp in Luke’s arms and still had her eyes closed as he changed her.

“She’s just like you,” Luke always mused, referring to the times you were a little too drunk or too tired to change yourself.

After you settle Oliver into his crib you check on Lily and her eyes are on you as you enter her room.

“All set, sweetheart?” you ask sitting on her bed.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?” you ask making sure she’s tucked in. Your ears perked at her use of ‘mom.’ She usually calls you that when she has something on her mind.

“Are you having another baby?”

You stop your motions of tucking her in and meet her eyes (Cory’s eyes) and you know she knows.

“How’d you know?” you ask and she sits up a little on her pillow.

“You’ve been eating weird things and have been really tired. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sigh.

“Luke and I wanted to wait until the end of the month to tell you and Posy. Remember how I was pregnant last summer and then I…I lost the baby?” she nods, her fingers playing with her pink bunny’s ears. “Well, I wanted to make sure this baby was okay before we told you.”

“Is the baby okay?”

“This baby is perfectly fine,” you smile, “I see the doctor every other week to make sure.”

“Can I come next time? To see what it looks like?”

“Sure sweetheart,” you smile. “How do you feel about having another brother or sister?”

She chews on her lip staring at her pink painted nails then she smiles.

“I’m excited. I like being a big sister.”

“You’re the best big sister,” you start crying again because of how sweet your girl is.

“Don’t cry mama,” she scoots closer and gives you a tight hug.

“They’re happy tears, I love you so much, Lily.”

“Po’s out, how’s my sweet doing–what’s going on?” Luke asks entering her room.

“She figured out I’m pregnant,” you explain and his eyes widen.

“She did? How?”

“Because she’s so smart,” you praise and Lily giggles.

“I already knew that,” Luke smiles and pulls up one of her small chairs at her desk. “What do you think about it?”

“I’m happy, but…” she glances between you and Luke, “I think we need a bigger house.”

The three of you laugh together and promise a new house is in the future soon. Lily promises she won’t say anything to anyone, lets out a big yawn and you leave her to go to sleep.

“Well, that’s one person down,” Luke jokes. “Lily is so intuitive.”

“She gets that from Cory.”

“She gets it from you, too.”

***

When you decide to tell Posy you make a day out of it towards the end of February on a Saturday while Lily is at Cory’s. She was fine with you telling Posy by herself. You go to Fun World as a family and pick up cupcakes for all of you to eat. You’re sitting by the firepit at home eating your sweet treats and Luke wipes away frosting from Oliver’s cheek before he speaks.

“Po, your mama and I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“Well, in the summer I’m going to have another baby,” you say. Posy’s brows furrow slightly (a trait from Luke) as she thinks and processes over your words and then she gasps.

“Will it be twins like Chloe and Maddox?!” she kneels up on her chair, purple frosting clinging to the corner of her mouth.

“No, honey, just one baby,” you laugh.

“And we’ll visit just like Olly?”

You and Luke exchange a look.

“No, lovebug,” Luke says, “I don’t think we’ll be at the hospital like your brother.”

“I hope it’s a boy,” she responds happily and goes back to her cupcake.

Later, while you’re putting dishes in the dishwasher Luke comes up to you.

“You’ve been quiet since we told Posy about the baby. What’s going on?”

“Just thinking…”

“About?”

“My pregnancy with Lily and Posy were perfectly fine. The worst part of it was the morning sickness so I don’t know why it was so hard with Oliver. And then the miscarriage happened but this one…” you touch your belly, “this one is hardly difficult at all. Except for the crazy emotions and cravings.”

“Not every pregnancy is exactly the same, Dr. Wilson told us that.”

“What if something does happen between now and my due date? What if I go into early labor and we do have to be in the hospital?”

“We’ll do what we did with Oliver, be there and listen to the doctors. But, we won’t leave Lily and Posy as much as we did. Whatever happens,” he places his hands on your waist, staring into your eyes, “we’ll handle it together just like we do with everything else.”

***

When you go pick up Lily from Cory and Ella’s that Sunday you and Luke decided to tell them the news of the new baby. You usually have dinner with them and catch up with each other on what’s going on.

“Tell them the news,” Ella smiles at Cory grabbing his hand on the table.

“What news?” you look between the both of them.

“I got a call from a buddy of mine, y/n you know him, Patrick, and he asked if I wanted to be an instructor at the National Guard and I said yes,” Cory explains.

“What! Cory, that’s amazing!” you exclaim. “When do you start?”

“A month, I have to go through some classes of my own but they should be pretty easy.”

“That’s incredible, good job mate,” Luke claps him on the back and Ella is beaming at him.

Luke looks to you and holds your hand in his lap giving you a nod. You heave a big sigh.

“We have some news of our own,” you begin. Cory and Ella look at you expectantly. “I’m seven months pregnant.”

“What?!”

“Y/n! Congratulations!” Ella rises from her seat to give you a hug. “I thought you looked like you were glowing when you walked in.”

Luke and Cory shake hands then he comes by to hug you as well, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Congratulations,” Cory smiles and sits down. “Why did you wait so long to tell us?”

“We…”

“Well, you saw the magazine article,” Luke says. “We’ve been through a lot, I didn’t even know until Christmas.”

“And everything is going okay?” Ella asks.

“So far so good,” you nod rubbing at your belly and Ella gasps. “Strong heartbeat, a little on the low side for weight for Dr. Wilson said we’re okay.”

“That’s so wonderful,” Ella smiles, “and you hid that belly really well!”

“How’re the kids handling it?”

“Great, Posy is excited and Lily wants to come to the ultrasound appointments.”

“Do you have room at the house?” Cory asks.

“We agreed we’ll start looking after the baby’s born,” Luke says, “we want to make sure y/n and the baby are healthy first.”

“But we definitely need a bigger house,” you laugh. “Four kids and a dog is a lot.”

***

When you tell the boys you’re all together at the house for a nice hangout. Andy and Sarah came by after Valentine’s Day to do a little bit of a photoshoot to announce the new baby. You had them printed on cards and sealed them in red envelopes.

So after dinner and before dessert, you gather them all out in the backyard. Lily and Posy had made cupcakes for them and Posy sat on Ashton’s lap telling him she made one special for him.

Michael and Crystal sat the twins in the little playpen they brought over with Oliver so they could play and interact with each other safely. You couldn’t believe their first birthday is coming up soon.

“Before you eat your cupcakes, Lily has something to pass around,” you say.

Lily hands out the envelopes to each couple and she plops down next to Calum and Rayna.

“Can we open them?” Ashton asks.

“Did we all win a trip?” Michael laughs.

“Open them,” Luke laughs nuzzling close to you, he kisses your ear.

They tear through the envelops, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the cute photos of the girls.

“Wait, is that–”

“You’re pregnant?!” Calum’s mouth drops open.

“I’m pregnant,” you nod.

They’re all suddenly in front of you giving hugs and kisses shooting off question after question. You pull your dress tighter to your body so they can see you’re overgrown belly.

“When are you due?”

“How are you doing?”

“How’d you keep this secret for so long?”

“She’s due end of May or early June,” Luke says. “y/n and baby are both healthy and strong and y/n wanted to wait until after six months.”

“After what happened with Oliver and then the miscarriage…I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” you explained.

“This is such great news,” Ashton says, “another little baby!”

“Quite the babymaker, man,” Calum grins squeezing Luke’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re three away from having a singing group like the Von Trapp’s,” Ashton says.

“I don’t think we’ll have that many,” Luke shakes his head.

“Yeah, after this one we’re done,” you giggle holding onto your belly. “Oh, she’s kicking, who wants to feel?”

Crystal volunteers and you guide her hand to the spot. She smiles warmly.

“I’ve missed that feeling,” she says, “so you know it’s a girl?”

“I think it’s a girl, I’ve had a lot of the same cravings and symptoms as I did with the girls.”

“We won’t know for sure until it’s birth time.”

They’re all so happy for you and enjoy the cupcakes while asking questions and gazing at the photos you took. You shiver a little and Luke pulls you against his body, one hand on your belly.

“Getting tired?”

“A little, but I’m okay,” you smile. “You?”

“I got nothin’ but love for you, lovie,” he smiles giving you a kiss. You lace your fingers with his on your belly, your rings clinking together.

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Star Watchers - Young Eddie x best friend (no gender)

A/N: hey! Back with another one shot fic! It's got a twist! Don't mine always? Hah. Also technically there's no gender.

Vibe: it's lighthearted, it's mischievous, it's got fun and danger, it's a little sad too.

I don't know how many works. Soz lol.

Feedback welcome lovies! [Please reblog if you liked it. I'm trying to expand my audience, thanks <3]

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"Eddie..."

"Eddie wake up!"

"Get your ass up!"

Your hushed voice was loud in the silence of the boys sleeping quarters, trying not to wake anyone since you'd be thrown to the wolves or teachers as others called them. A few of the boys stirred and you couldn't help but wince and freeze, hoping they would fall back to sleep. Several moments passed and you shook Eddie once again which finally woke him up, Eddie was the type to be a dead man sleeping. It was so hard to wake him up usually that you would normally just give up but you couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"What?"

"Shh! Come on. I wanna show you something"

"What time is it?"

"It doesn't matter! Just come on!"

"Why? I'm tired!"

"Come on Eddie!"

You sneaked back out, trying not to wake Jason, who was in a bunk right next to the door and the last thing you needed was him finding out you were sneaking about and leaving. You waited impatiently outside the cabin, the cool summer air nipping at the bare skin of your legs. You were stupidly dressed in a pyjama shirt and unmatched, knee-length shorts. You had pulled on your well-past-worn converse where your odd socks were poking out from. You felt a cheek hit your back and Eddie's now growing buzz cut tickle your neck.

"There better be a good reason for this..." his voice tired before a yawn slipped out.

"There is. Come on you egg" You had given him the Nickname "egg" after he had his head fully shaved off. He hated it but stopped protesting since you didn't give in.

"Alright..." He sighed as you took his hand and pulled him along through the camp, and to the fence where their access forbid them.

"What. You want to break the rules? Little miss goody two shoes?"

"I'm not totally boring! Plus. There's something I think would be cool to see...but if you're too much of a wimp-"

"Hell no-! Come on. I knew my wicked ways would convert you"

"You didn't convert me! And don't tell anyone"

"I- why would I tell anyone? Who else am I going to tell? You're the only person I'm friwnd with. Dumbass"

You rolled your eyes and he pulled your with him over the fence, hearing feet on the somewhat nearby deck ans a flashlight click on.

"Shit!" Eddie's voice was quiet now as he pulled you down into a crouched position, unfortunately putting you right next to the stinging nettles, those few moments felt like hours, your heart thudding and your mind racing at the thought of being punished, you knew you'd be spanked with a nearby branch if you had to. The teachers were horrid and nobody cared. The light and footsteps faded simultaneously and you were both, once again, at one with the darkness.

"Maybe we should go back..."

"What? No. You woke me up and you're going to show me. We'll be fine. Let's go. Yeah?"

You nodded and stood, rubbing your ankles as you already felt the sting. You'd have to make up some excuse, you'd probably just say you were trying to find the toilet in the dark and walk into some nettle on the way. You wished you weren't such a terrible liar though, unlike Eddie. Master of lying and sneaking around.

You nodded to yourself, pulling Eddie along through the field and then the woody area, it took a while and Eddie seemed to grow cathouse behind you.

"Hey...how much further? Were ages away from camp now..."

"Not long. You said it would be fine."

"Yeah...but I didn't know you were taking me all the way over here!"

"Eddie it's fine. It's just over there"

Eddie groaned behind you bur a few more minutes of walking and you pulled him to your side gently. The cliff between the trees gave way to the water below and a clear sky above where the moon was full and in her beauty was the glistening water and speckled stars.

"I mean it's pretty but..."

"Just wait!"

"Wait for what-"

"Eddie! Just look"

"I am"

"Ugh! Keep looking I mean!"

"Fine." Eddie grunted and you both watched for several minutes before a shooting star zipped across the sky.

"Make a wish! Make a wish, quick!" You urged Eddie, clinging to his arm excitedly. You shut your eyes and wished, wished for something so close to your heart and sent it off with deep love.

"What did you wish for?" Eddie sly smile catching your eye and you rolled them in response.

"I wish- Ugh well I can't tell your that, can I?"

"Nearly got you"

"Did not. Not even close, idiot!" You laughed and looked down at the water. "How about taking a dip?"

"Huh? What do you mean? The lake is off bounds at night"

"No I mean down there." You corrected as you looked at the gently rippling water.

"What?! No. It's too dangerous!"

"No, it's not! It's not even that far down" you smile and walked to the edge where there was a ladder you hadn't seen. It was bolted into the cliff but it looked old.

"There's no way that'll hold! Let's just go back before we're found missing" Eddie suddenly begged but you shrugged him off.

"Don't be such a baby, Egg. You're always saying I'm no fun and I don't do anything interesting!" You stated as you cautiously tested the ladder, you were pretty high up and were dangerous for an adult let alone two twelve-year-olds. You climbed down slowly, looking up to meet Eddie's fear-filled eyes practically begging you to come back up, you laughed and motioned for him to follow you. You were nearly at the end of the latter where it had broken, something you hadn't noticed before. You looked up again to tell Eddie the new finding but the wooden step your lower foot was on snapped, a sharp scream echoing as you held on but you stepped up and tried to calm yourself.

"Come on! Come back up! I don't like this! It's too dangerous. Please come back up here and we can head back!" Eddie's voice was shaky and for a moment you wanted to give in but you were also determined to prove yourself. You shook your head and stepped down to a small ledge where a few markings were drawn into the stone, names of people who had been here before.

"See! I'm fine. Come on!" You smiled softly, waiting to see what he would do.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'm right here Eddie. It's okay"

"Okay...just be careful..."

"I am careful"

"You're not right now-!"

"Okay look, Eddie. I'll give you my X-Men Comic as a peace offering, yeah?"

Eddie smirked as he made his decent.

"No takebacks! It's mine yeah?"

"Yeah. But you got to let me have some of your Halloween candy this year! I didn't get any without you, Lucy took all of mine" your older sister was a devil toward you when your parents were out.

"Okay deal"

"Deal. I think we'll have to hide out until morn-" You didn't get to finish that sentence, your eyes never leaving Eddie's as he stood on the ladder.

"Eddie!" The scream echoed before falling silent.

"Eddie?"

"Eds, You alright? You just wandered off...me and Steve were looking for you for the last ten minutes. Didn't you hear us?"

"No. No, Sorry." Eddie took a breath as he stared down from the top of the cliff, his jaw clenched as he tore his eyes off the gently rippling water.

"Something wrong? I know you didn't want to come on this trip but is there a reason why...?" Robin's cautious voice asked.

"No. No reason. It's fine. We should head back" Eddie smiled though his eyes lingered with every ounce of sadness imaginable. He looked back once, just once before he disappeared into the thick of the trees.

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make up part II

PAIRING: drew starkey x best friend!gn!reader

SUMMARY: You and Drew finally recite your love for each other, all thanks to Cigarettes After Sex.

WARNINGS: little intimate moments between the reader and drew, but of course nothing sexual, drugs, alcohol, small mentions of anxiety + ignore any grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: this is requested by @totalswag, thank you so much for the request lovie, I had so much fun writing this! thank you for also giving me a plot idea on how you would like to see this part progress :)

please like and/or reblog if you like this, feedback is highly appreciated! 🌷

This is part two to make up! So for more context, make sure to read that first :)

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You're sitting next to Drew in the passenger seat as he's driving you both to the party. The tension from before is still lingering around you and is suffocating you. The only sound in the car is from the radio playing unknown music softly in the background.

You lean your head against the window and watch the trees and the houses rush past; your desperate attempt to get your mind off the thick tension. But it doesn't work. You cannot stop thinking about how peaceful Drew looked while you were doing his make up - his eyes closed and soft breathes escaping him - he looked like the epitome of serenity.

And then there was you, with your heart beating so fast you were worried it will just jump out of your chest. You felt your fingers slightly tremble as you brushed your fingertips over his eyelids and cheekbones. It was a miracle how you didn't mess up his look.

While you were doing your own make up look, unbeknownst to you, Drew was watching you intently as you brushed your own face with the similiar blush you used for him. He was in awe; your hands moving so perfectly it almost looked effortless. No doubt he felt the same tension you did, he was able to keep a cool front while really he was going completely crazy on the inside.

Drew takes a quick look at you, your focus completely on the sights outside the window. He wants to say something; anything to kill this tension between you two.

But he doesn't know what to say, he's at a loss of words, just the way you are. Drew tries to find his own distraction by only thinking about the music playing on the radio and keeping his eyes on the road.

Pretty soon, you and him are near your friend's house. She definitely has a big group of friends, so you know there won't be less than atleast 200 people in her house. The neon lights from her house can be seen flashing from the distance, and the bass of the loud music thumps against your eardrums.

You and Drew stand outside her house. There are some people outside in the gardens, with their weed and alcohol to keep them company. The door is wide open, so you both just welcome yourself inside.

With the amount of people you and Drew are trying to navigate your way in, you already start to feel overwhelmed by it all. The heat, the sweaty bodies, the reeking smell of weed all around the room starts to get to you.

Drew knows how nervous you tend to get in places like these. He is quick to grasp your hand in his, intertwining your fingers so you don't lose each other, and to provide you some comfort in this tough situation.

At the sudden skin to skin contact, you tense for a second, but relax almost immediately. His hand, just the right temperature, just the right size, feels so perfect holding yours.

You turn to take a look at Drew, who has a reassuring smile on his face. It's okay, I'm here, is what he's trying to convey to you. I'll always be here for you. I'll never let anything happen to you.

As you both continue to walk through the big crowds of people with the dim lighting gleaming your make up in the most ethereal way possible, you finally find yourself with all your friend group.

"Heyyy!" Your friend, Amber - who's birthday it is, says as she waltzes over you two. You can already see she has had one too many cups of alcohol. She comes up to you and wraps your arms around you, locking you in a hug. This causes your hand to break apart from Drew's.

You plaster a smile on your face as you pull from the hug. "Happy birthday darling!" You wish her, and Amber just swiftly kisses both your cheeks. She goes to meet Drew and you go ahead and catch up with the rest of the group.

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It's been atleast an hour, and all of you are slumping on the couches with alcohol buzzing your systems. One of your friends, Jasper, goes ahead and fills up all your cups with some vodka but none of you say anything to him.

You found yourself on Drew's lap, yet again. This time, his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, like he never wants to let you go. With the alcohol spreading in you like a plague and blurring all your thoughts and emotions, you lean into his body, his chin resting on your shoulder and his breathes softly fanning your neck.

One of your friends - Avery - suddenly gets up from her seat and downs all the contents of her cup. "Let's go dance!" She yells over the loud music. You look over to the dance floor to see people swaying to the beat.

With the same enthusiasm as Avery all your friends decide to head to the dance floor. You start to get up from Drew's lap but he pulls you back in.

"Where you going?" He mumbles in your ear. You turn your head around to look at him; your faces so close just the same they were in the evening, and your want to kiss him comes back, more strong and more powerful than the last time.

"To dance, you wanna come?" You whisper back, your eyes closed as you softly nudge his nose with yours.

"Nah I'm all good. You go," He says, despite his heart only wanting you to stay with him. With all the willpower in him, Drew lets go of you and you get off his lap. The sudden loss of warmth encased you in a coldness - which doesn't feel so good.

Nevertheless, you catch up with your friends and all of you head on the dance floor, your cups in your hand as you find your bodies moving to the melody of the song playing, the beat setting you free.

Some other guys along with Drew were still at their places in the couch, as they talked about some random topics.

"Did you catch the game last night Drew? It was so worth watching," One of his mates, River says. But Drew doesn't listen to him; he's way too busy looking at you across the room dancing so carelessly with your friends, the brightest smile gracing your lips as you scream the lyrics.

"Drew? Drew?" River says, concerned as he shakes his shoulder. Drew suddenly snaps out of his daze and directs his attention to River.

"Yeah man?" He asks, a quizzical look on his face.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if you watched the game last night," River asks, sipping on his drink.

"Oh uh, no I didn't, I was uh... a little busy," he clears his throat and directs his eyesight back to the dance floor, trying to find you.

Jasper sighs at this sight. "Why don't you just go and confess? You have fallen so hard man,"

"Oh you know I can't do that Jas, I don't think my feelings are reciprocated I mean..." Drew sighs. At this point, the feelings Drew has for you are overflowing in him. One little flick of the switch and they'll start bleeding out non stop.

"Take this," Jasper offers Drew a cup with one his unknown concoctions in it.

"What's that?" Drew asks, eyeing the cup in his hand but not taking it.

"Liquid luck," Jasper nudges the cup closer to him. "Come on, take it man! No one needs it more than you."

Drew looks at the cup and then at Jasper, who is determined to make him drink it all. "Fuck it," he mumbles as he takes the cup and downs the entire drink in a single go. Grimacing at the bitter taste, Drew gets up from his seat and starts to make his way to you.

He squeezes in through the sweaty crowd of people until he finally stumbles upon the group of familiar people. Your back is towards him as you're dancing around with Amber. Drew takes in a deep breathe and walks up to you. You unknowingly take a step back and crash into him.

You turn around to see Drew, which causes the biggest grin to grace your face. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, his arms instantly latching onto your waist.

The song in the background suddenly changes from an EDM one to 'Sweet' by Cigarettes After Sex. The mood of the dance floor changes immediately, and you and Drew find yourself dancing slowly to the melody of the slow song.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

Your eyes are lost in his, as the only thing you can think about his him. He's always been there for you, he's always been so in love with you, he cannot imagine himself with anyone else except you. You lean in your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you feel the music in you and Drew's scent completely encasing you.

Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair, it's so sweet

The gentle instrumental plays in the background and you and Drew feel like you're the only ones on this planet. You're his, forever and ever.

"Drew?" You whisper, and he just hums in response. You open your eyes and lean your head back. Your gaze falls onto his lips, so soft and so sweet, just waiting to feel yours against them.

And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you

You lean in so painfully slow, but finally, your lips meet his halfway and you feel little euphoric firecrackers set off in your stomach. His lips, tasting like honey and berries as you crave the taste more and more with each second. You're melting under his touch, and he only holds you closer, impossibly closer, as his lips trace yours, your lips feeling like the most delicate flower softly brushing their petals against him.

You pull back, and lean your head against your chest, a content smile on your face.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

This is it. You finally have what you have always wanted.

Him.

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