#i do think people like to play with fire because they know they usually come late here

[ankababy]

A Home (part 5)

Part 1 Part 4

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Let’s get to know the boys!

The apartment was silent when you stepped inside.

But the boys were there, waiting for you.

Chishiya on one end of the couch, relaxed, head tilted slightly like he had already worked everything out before you even opened the door.

And Niragi—

Yeah.

He looked pissed.

Not his usual smug, teasing irritation, but real, seething anger. His jaw was tight, his arms stretched across the back of the couch like he was forcing himself to stay put.

You barely got the door closed before he was talking.

“Where the fuck were you?”

No softness. No teasing. No game.

You blinked. You expected this. But you also knew you had nothing to hide.

“I had to play.” you told him, voice even. “You know how it is.”

Niragi scoffed, eyes narrowing. He did know. And that was the problem.

You barely had time to take a step before he was in front of you, looking down at you.

“Alone?” he demanded. His voice was low, but there was heat in it. A growing fire. “And didn’t fucking tell me?”

There was no playfulness in it, no crude jokes. He wasn’t taunting you.

He was angry.

And… you understood why.

Niragi wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to people caring. The people in his life before—whoever they were—never really did.

He had spent so long being expendable. Disposable.

And now?

Now, you.

You, sneaking out on him, leaving him behind.

He wouldn’t say it, but you knew—deep down, beneath all that cruelty, something in him felt abandoned.

Still, you stood your ground.

“I came back, didn’t I?” you said, voice softer now. “I was fine.”

His eyes flashed, and he let out a short, mocking laugh.

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned in closer, towering over you. “And what if you weren’t, huh? What if you got fucking shot, or jumped, or—or whatever the fuck? You think I’d just sit here and wait for your cold-ass body to come back?”

You stared up at him, his words sinking in.

He meant that. Every word of it.

This wasn’t just about control. He didn’t want to own you—he wanted to keep you.

And not in that twisted, possessive, cruel way he had once thought was love.

This was something else. Something messier.

Something that meant he didn’t know what the fuck to do with himself.

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his arm. Just barely. Carefully.

He tensed. Didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry.” you said, voice sincere. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

A beat of silence.

And then—Niragi laughed. Short, sharp, disbelieving. Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

Like he couldn’t believe you meant that.

Like he didn’t know how to accept it.

You cared about him. Him.

What the fuck was he supposed to do with that?

He shook his head, stepping back, running a hand through his hair, restless.

“Fucking idiot.” he muttered. He didn’t know what else to say.

You glanced past him, finally meeting Chishiya’s eyes.

He was watching. Not surprised, not upset. Just watching. He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have to.

You took a breath, let the tension settle, and then, as if nothing had just happened, you smiled. “Do you guys want something to eat?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No.” The answer was flat, blunt. He didn’t even look at you when he said it, already turning toward the hallway. “I’m going to bed.”

That was it.

No more yelling, no more threats. He was done.

You watched him go, his movements tense. He didn’t slam his door this time, but the way it clicked shut still felt too final.

You let out a soft breath.

Then—

“I do.”

You turned your head.

Chishiya.

Oh, Chishiya.

Your smile returned, softer now. “Alright.”

And just like that, you headed for the kitchen.

No hesitation. No questioning it.

Because if he was actually asking for something, if he actually wanted something, then you weren’t going to ignore it. Not him.

You moved quietly, opening cabinets, pulling things out. The apartment was still stocked well enough from your last run, and you always made sure to have something easy for him.

As you worked, you glanced toward the living room. “How long were you guys waiting?”

Chishiya stretched out on the couch, getting more comfortable. “A while.”

That wasn’t really an answer, but you didn’t push. Instead, you asked, “What’s up?”

He raised a brow.

You elaborated, “Like… what’s going on? You both just looked at me when I walked in like I ruined something.”

“Maybe you did.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “If I did, it was something bad.”

He let out a small, quiet sound. Almost a laugh.

And you cherished it.

You kept talking as you moved, keeping the energy light. Soft. Warm. Because that’s what you did. You made things easier, softer. Even after a confrontation like that, even after Niragi’s anger, you were still… you.

Still an angel.

You didn’t ask why they were waiting. You didn’t ask why he stayed out here when he could have easily gone to bed. You just… accepted it.

And that, more than anything, was why he stayed.

From the couch, Chishiya watched. He didn’t really move, didn’t react much, but you felt his gaze on you, felt that familiar weight of his attention.

You liked when he talked, though. Even if it was short answers, cute little sentences. Even if you had to pull them out of him sometimes.

So, you kept talking. “Do you think Niragi’s still mad?”

Chishiya didn’t even hesitate. “Obviously.”

You huffed a little laugh. “Yeah, I figured.”

Silence for a moment.

Then, casually, like it was just an observation, he said, “Not that he really has a reason to be.”

You blinked, turning to look at him.

He wasn’t looking at you now, just stretched out on the couch like he couldn’t care less, arms behind his head, completely relaxed. But he’d said it.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

“Just that he has no reason to be this pissed about it.”

You raised a brow, stirring the food. “I mean, I did sneak out.”

He barely reacted. “So?”

You let out a soft breath. So?

“Well,” you shrugged. “he said he wanted to come with me next time, and I went without him.”

Chishiya finally glanced at you, flat, unimpressed. “And?”

You smiled a little. “And that’s a good reason to be mad, no?”

He scoffed. “Not really.”

You huffed a quiet laugh.

His tone was so dismissive, so completely unbothered. Like he genuinely couldn’t understand why Niragi was this worked up.

It was weird.

Weird because… it kind of felt like he was on your side.

You didn’t even know if that was the right way to put it, because Chishiya didn’t take sides. Not like that. Not in a way that meant anything.

But still…he was making it clear.

You weren’t the one being unreasonable here.

He could have taken this moment to tear into you, to say something mean, something cutting, to make it clear that he didn’t care about your choices or Niragi’s anger. But instead, he was just… stating facts.

No reason for Niragi to be this pissed.

And that was that.

Your chest felt warm.

You smiled softly, turning back to the food. “That’s nice of you to say.”

He let out a small, amused breath. “Wasn’t trying to be nice.”

“Still counts.”

You heard a quiet exhale, something that might have been the smallest, faintest laugh.

God.

You loved when he did that.

And he made you think.

And you were good at thinking.

Chishiya was a puzzle that people often didn’t even bother trying to solve. Not because he was impossible, but because he made himself seem impossible. Most people gave up before they even started.

You didn’t.

He wasn’t actually that complicated.

Not to you, at least.

Because he reminded you of a certain type of patient you’d met before. The ones who were too self-aware for their own good. The ones who understood themselves better than most but refused to let that knowledge change them.

Chishiya knew exactly what he was. It was one of the reasons why he was so calm, so detached. Why he didn’t see the point in getting emotional. He understood that emotions were just variables. Just inconveniences. And he didn’t like inconveniences.

But what interested you most about him was how he was empty.

You’d seen that before, too—people who lacked anything. People who only mimicked, only played along.

But Chishiya didn’t mimic.

He didn’t care enough to. He was just… watching. Always watching. And the thing was—he wasn’t cruel, either. Sure, he could be cold and detached, blunt to the point of being mean, but he wasn’t actively cruel.

He didn’t get joy from hurting people.

That was the biggest difference between him and Niragi.

Niragi wanted control because control was the only thing that made him feel safe. He wanted people under his thumb, he wanted them afraid, because that way, they couldn’t hurt him first.

But Chishiya?

He didn’t care.

He didn’t need people afraid of him.

He just needed them predictable.

People were easier to deal with when you already knew what they were going to do.

You glanced over at him as he stretched out further on the couch, so comfortable, so unbothered. He was watching you again.

You met his gaze, soft and bright as always, before you turned back to the food.

Maybe you were an inconvenience to him.

But he still let you in.

That meant something, didn’t it?

It didn’t take long to finish cooking, and when you finally plated the food, you walked over, setting his plate down gently on the coffee table.

You smiled, tilting your head. “Enjoy.”

He looked at the plate, then up at you.

You didn’t stay, though. You turned and started walking back to your room.

“You’re not eating?”

You glanced back, still walking. “Not hungry.”

And then you disappeared into your room, shutting the door behind you.

Huh.

~

The morning light filtered in through the windows, casting soft golden lines across the counter where you sat, fingers lightly drumming against the surface. Your thoughts were distant, unfocused, floating somewhere between the past and the present, between here and… elsewhere.

The apartment was quiet.

Chishiya was nowhere to be seen—maybe still in his room, maybe just existing somewhere out of sight. And Niragi… well, if he hadn’t stormed into the living room yet, it meant he was either still asleep or still angry.

You weren’t sure which was better.

Your mind wandered back to last night, to the way his hands had twitched like he was barely keeping himself together. His anger had always been violent, unstable, irrational. But last night had been different. He hadn’t exploded like you thought he would.

He had just left.

And Chishiya…he had been more present than usual. It was subtle, but you noticed it.

Maybe you were reading too much into things.

Maybe not.

You sighed, rubbing at your temples before resting your chin against your palm.

Then, the sound of footsteps.

Heavy, slow, dragging footsteps.

You glanced up just as Niragi walked into the room, hair messy, eyes still carrying the weight of sleep. He rolled his shoulders back as he walked, one hand lifting to rub lazily at the side of his neck.

But he wasn’t angry.

Not anymore.

Still sharp-edged, still carrying that air of cruelty, but not shouting. Not pacing.

Your lips parted slightly in mild surprise, but you quickly recovered, offering him a soft smile as he made his way to the fridge, yanking it open without a word.

You tilted your head. “Morning.”

He let out a low grunt in response, eyes scanning the inside of the fridge with clear dissatisfaction. He pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a slow sip before glancing at you.

“You look like shit.”

A small laugh escaped you. “Good morning to you, too.”

He leaned against the counter, resting his weight on one arm as he lazily watched you. His gaze flickered over your face, then down to your hands on the counter, then back up.

“You gonna sit there all day looking pathetic or what?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. At least he was calm.

“You hungry?” you asked, shifting forward slightly.

He scoffed, taking another sip of water. “Maybe.”

That was good enough for you.

Without hesitation, you slid off the stool and walked toward the kitchen, already moving to prepare something.

At least he wasn’t fucking shouting at you anymore.

Niragi watched as you moved around the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, tapping his fingers against the water bottle, gaze following your every motion.

It was strange—having him quiet.

Not angry, not picking a fight, just watching.

Maybe something had shifted last night.

Maybe he just wasn’t awake enough to be an asshole yet.

Either way, you’d take it.

You stood at the counter, one hand holding up two different spice bottles as you turned to face Niragi. “Which one?”

He didn’t answer.

He just… stared.

But it wasn’t an ordinary stare, wasn’t an annoyed glare, wasn’t one of his usual mean spirited looks. No, this was something else entirely. His brows pinched just slightly, his mouth pressed into a firm line, eyes narrowing in a way that made you realize—

He wasn’t glaring at the spices.

He was trying to read them.

The realization struck you quietly, an almost invisible shift in your expression as you put the pieces together.

Your lips parted slightly before you spoke, keeping your voice casual, light, teasing even. “You look like you’re trying to set them on fire with your mind.”

Niragi scoffed immediately, but the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was slightly aware he had been caught. “Shut up.”

You tilted your head, fingers rolling the spice bottles in your hands. “Or maybe…” you trailed off for a second, letting your words sit before finishing. “you can’t read them.”

His face immediately twisted into a scowl, eyes snapping toward yours. “The fuck are you talking about?”

You smiled at him, gentle, patient. “You’re squinting.”

“I’m not squinting.”

“You are.”

“I—” He stopped.

Oh. He had just noticed.

You hummed, watching him as you slowly lowered the spices. “You need glasses, don’t you?”

Niragi rolled his eyes so hard you thought he might actually sprain something. “I don’t need them.”

You weren’t convinced. Not even a little.

You turned to set the spices down, switching gears seamlessly. “So, what happened? Did you break them?”

He didn’t answer.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching the way he tensed slightly, fingers tightening around the water bottle in his hand.

Oh. Oh.

“You don’t have them.” you stated, voice softer now, more certain.

His jaw clenched. “Don’t need them that much.”

Liar.

You turned fully to face him again, eyes flickering over his expression, over the discomfort in his body language.

The squinting, the reluctance, the complete avoidance of the subject—it wasn’t just that he didn’t have them.

He didn’t want them.

And why?

Glasses weren’t something to be embarrassed about. He had no issues with his piercings, his scars, his everything—so why this?

Your mind ticked over the possibilities. Maybe he thought they made him look weak, or maybe he had needed them when he was younger and never got them, maybe someone made him feel less because of them, maybe—

Hm.

You let it go.

For now.

Instead, you gave him a knowing smile, voice still sweet as ever. “Well, good thing you have me to read things for you.”

His eyes narrowed immediately. “No, I don’t.”

You giggled. Giggled. Like his threats were nothing. Like he was nothing to be afraid of. It was… irritating. In a way he didn’t know how to name.

You turned back to the food, but Niragi was still watching you. Watching the way you moved, the way your shoulders relaxed, the way you didn’t push further.

People always pushed.

Always made it a thing. Always had something to say, something to pick apart, some dumbass reason to act like they understood him.

But you didn’t.

You just… let it be.

And it was weird.

He stayed silent for a moment, watching as you reached for the spice he definitely couldn’t read and sprinkled it over the food, completely unfazed by his presence.

Then, you glanced at him again, as casual as ever. “So, are you gonna help me get plates out, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?”

Niragi blinked. “You’re so fucking weird.”

And yet, he didn’t leave.

“Just grab two plates.”

Niragi didn’t answer right away, and you expected some kind of retort—some kind of bite about how you were bossing him around.

But instead? He just… did it. No grumbling. No complaints. No dramatic sighs about how you should do it yourself.

He just grabbed the plates.

You paused for a fraction of a second, brows lifting slightly, eyes flicking toward him. “Wow.” you said. “You’re behaving.”

Niragi immediately rolled his eyes, plates clicking softly as he set them down. “Don’t make it weird.”

You grinned. “Oh, but it is weird. I feel like I should document this moment.” You gasped, dramatic. “Maybe even frame it.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

You giggled, placing the last bit of food on the plates before nudging one toward him. “Here.”

He didn’t thank you. Of course, he didn’t.

But you didn’t expect him to.

You just smiled, moving to place another plate where Chishiya usually sat.

“Where’s your food?” Niragi’s voice cut in.

You blinked, glancing toward him. “Hm?”

He jerked his chin toward the plates. “That’s only two.”

“Oh.” you said, as if you had just realized. “I’m not hungry.”

Niragi’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer than it should have. Then, he clicked his tongue. “Whatever.”

And that was it.

That was all.

You weren’t sure what you had expected.

But as you turned away, moving toward the cabinets, you could still feel his eyes on you. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of you.

Like he was figuring something out.

And you? You just kept moving. You passed by Niragi, you reached out, fingers soft as they brushed through his dark hair. A gentle motion, slow and intentional, like the touch itself carried a quiet affection.

“Be good.” you said lightly, fingers giving the tiniest scritch at his scalp.

Niragi made a sound. Something between a scoff and a huff, like he couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed or just accept it. You knew which one he settled on, though.

“I’m always good.” he muttered, tilting his head just slightly toward your touch.

You smiled, because he totally wasn’t.

Then, you pulled away and walked toward your room, leaving him there, plate of food in front of him, mind churning.

…Niragi didn’t flinch away.

That was the first thing he noticed.

He hadn’t even tensed, hadn’t pulled back, hadn’t made a move to get your hand off of him when you touched him.

Not like before.

Not like the first time you had reached for him, when he had told you to not fucking touch him.

He had meant it back then. Meant it with full intent. It hadn’t been an empty snap, not a meaningless show of aggression. He hadn’t wanted hands on him, not even yours.

But now? Now, he sat at the table, fingers gripping the edge of the plate, jaw ticking slightly as he realized—

He hadn’t minded it.

No. Worse.

He had leaned into it.

Tilted his head toward your fingers like he actually wanted it.

Like a dog begging for affection. Pathetic.

His grip on the plate tightened, and he exhaled through his nose.

That was the thing about Niragi. He was mindful. Every thought, every decision—he didn’t make them blindly. He was aware of himself in ways most people weren’t. He knew why he lashed out, why he bit down, why he burned people before they could burn him. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t just some mindless violence.

He wasn’t that fucking stupid.

So he knew what this was.

What you were.

Something inside of him, something deep and buried—it liked you. It wanted you.

Not in a sexual way, though he wouldn’t be opposed to that, either.

But in a way that was… sickening.

Because if he wanted you, if he wanted this, that meant something in him could want at all.

And Niragi had spent a long, long time telling himself he didn’t.

Because wanting led to losing.

And he was so fucking sick of losing.

So when his first instinct was to move away from you, he did it. Every other time, he did it. Because that was the right call, the smart thing. Keep people at a distance, keep yourself from needing anything from them.

But this time? He hadn’t.

He had let you touch him.

Worse—he had let himself like it.

He grit his teeth and forced his hands to relax.

It was fine.

It was fine.

You didn’t know what he was thinking. And as long as he was aware, as long as he controlled it, as long as he didn’t let it get to him—it would be fine.

And Niragi knew exactly what he was doing. Every single time.

Every word that came out of his mouth, every movement he made, every decision—all of it was thought through. Even when he was cruel, even when he was reckless, even when he was violent, even when he was shooting around and screaming, there was always a reason.

And that included you.

That included the way he got you to touch him even when he pretended he didn’t want you to.

Because he did.

He just… didn’t understand why.

He thought about it now, sitting at the table, food in front of him, mind still lingering on the feel of your fingers in his hair.

The other times. The excuses. The bullshit reasons he pulled out just to get your hands on him.

Actually deeply liking it started the day he shot that man, you held his face in your hands, eyes so worried, so sweet, voice gentle when you asked if he was okay—and he had remembered.

Remembered how warm your hands were. How soft.

So he had said it. His neck hurts. Could you check it?

It had been bullshit. A flimsy excuse. His neck was fine. But you had believed him, fallen for it, and he had stood there, enjoying it, while your fingers moved over his skin.

That should’ve been it.

But it wasn’t.

He would do it again. And again.

Little things. Stupid things. On purpose. His shoulder would be sore. His side would be stiff. His wrist would hurt. Could you check? Could you fix it?

And every single time, you would.

Because every single time, you touched him so gently, like he was something fragile instead of something ruined.

And he let you.

He let himself want it.

But he didn’t know why. Didn’t know what the urge was. What part of him needed it.

Because he wasn’t some desperate loser looking for affection. He wasn’t some lonely, broken thing hoping someone would care.

He didn’t fucking need that.

Right?

His fingers curled into a fist.

It didn’t matter.

It didn’t.

Because as long as you didn’t know—as long as you kept falling for it every time he threw out some shitty excuse—then it wasn’t real.

Then it wasn’t something he actually wanted.

And if it wasn’t something he wanted, then he couldn’t lose it.

And if he couldn’t lose it, then it couldn’t hurt him.

It was fine.

It was fine.

~

You had your little plate of cookies in hand as you walked back into your room, chewing idly on one, still lost in your own head.

Afternoon had settled in, quiet and warm, the apartment holding onto that strange peace it sometimes found in the still moments between. Chishiya was nowhere to be seen, probably tucked away in whatever corner he liked to disappear to, and Niragi—

Well.

Niragi was in your room.

And he was going through your stuff.

You stopped in the doorway, eyebrows lifting slightly, watching as he rifled through your things like he had every right to.

Okay. What the fuck.

The audacity. The sheer, unapologetic audacity.

You should’ve yelled. You should’ve grabbed something and thrown it at his head, told him to get out, to mind his own fucking business.

But… you didn’t.

You just watched, chewing your cookie as he pulled open one of your drawers, sifting through whatever you had tucked away, completely undeterred by your presence.

He didn’t even look up.

“You seriously own this much girly shit?” He scoffed, picking up a tiny bottle of perfume, turning it over in his fingers. “What do you even need this for? You tryin’ to impress someone?”

You made a small noise in your throat, walking past him to set your plate down on your desk. “I like them.” you said simply. “They smell nice.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head like he found that incredibly stupid, but he still twisted the cap off, sniffing it. His nose scrunched up immediately, and he shoved it back into the drawer. “Fucking hell, that’s sweet.”

You laughed. “Yeah? You don’t like it?”

“Smells like something a little girl would wear.”

You hummed, plopping down onto your bed, still watching as he kept going. He had zero shame. He was picking up whatever caught his eye, tossing aside anything that didn’t, fingers trailing through the small, personal things you’d collected.

This should’ve annoyed you.

It didn’t.

Because this was Niragi. And Niragi had no fucking boundaries.

You knew this by now.

He pulled something out—a tube of lip gloss, clear with a subtle shimmer—and turned to you, holding it up like it was some kind of evidence. “You actually put this shit on?”

You blinked at him. “Sometimes.”

He smirked. “What, trying to look pretty?”

“Trying? I thought I already was.”

That actually made him pause.

His eyes flickered over you, something unreadable in them, before he clicked his tongue again and tossed the gloss onto your desk. “Cocky.”

You only smiled, watching as he kept going.

It was interesting.

Because Niragi was a taker. He took things. Things he wanted, things he thought he deserved, things just to see if he could get away with it.

And here he was, going through your stuff, taking in the pieces of you he’d never bothered to see before.

It was… almost funny.

You were right here, watching him, letting him do it, and that fact alone seemed to make him even more bold.

Because if you weren’t stopping him, then why should he?

You sat there, completely unbothered, still chewing idly on your cookie as Niragi—without hesitation, without even a flicker of shame—switched drawers.

And oh.

Oh.

He found the underwear drawer.

Lace, silk, soft little things in all kinds of colors. Personal. Intimate.

He paused for half a second. Not out of guilt, definitely not out of anything resembling decency—just surprise. Like he hadn’t actually expected to find something interesting, but now that he had, well—he might as well keep going.

And you still didn’t stop him. You just sat there, watching him, curious about what he’d do.

Because you knew Niragi.

You knew exactly the kind of shit he’d say.

“Oh-ho, look at this.” He plucked out a delicate cute little piece, holding it up between two fingers, like he was appraising it.

Lace-trimmed, soft, very pretty.

He turned to you, a wide, shameless grin stretching across his face. “Give me a little spin in this, sweetheart.”

You blinked at him. “Nah. You give me a spin in it.”

His grin twitched. Just a flicker, like he hadn’t expected you to turn that on him so quickly. And then he was laughing. “The fuck? You want me to wear this?”

You shrugged. “You’re the one holding it up.”

He scoffed, tossing it back into the drawer. “Yeah, no thanks. Not my size.”

“Shame.” you mused. “I think you’d look cute.”

That made him laugh again as he dug further through the drawer, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“Damn, look at all this fancy shit.” He pulled out another one, stretching the waistband between his fingers. “Who the fuck sees this, huh? Just wearing this around the house for fun?”

You hummed. “Maybe.”

His gaze flicked up to you. “Yeah? Just sittin’ around all dolled up, waiting for someone to take a peek?”

“You’re the only one peeking, Niragi.”

And there it was again—that half-second pause.

Like something in your words hit just right.

Because you were right.

You weren’t stopping him. You weren’t yelling at him, throwing a fit, shoving him away.

You were letting him. Letting him look. Letting him dig through the little parts of you that were meant to be private, meant to be untouched.

“Yeah.” he said, voice smooth, smug, like he was tasting victory. “Guess I am.”

But even then, you weren’t annoyed. You weren’t embarrassed. You just smiled, tilting your head slightly. “You gonna put everything back when you’re done, or am I gonna have to make you fold them too?”

He snorted. “You think I’m the type to clean up after myself?”

“No.” you admitted. “But you are the type to do it if I ask real nice.”

And fuck him, he knew you were right.

You leaned forward slightly, still watching him rifle through your things, fingers curling through lace and silk like he had any business being there.

“Do you even know how to fold clothes?”

Niragi stopped.

Just a brief hesitation, barely even a second. But you saw it. His fingers twitched around a pair of panties before he scoffed, tossing them back into the drawer like they weren’t worth his time. “Of course I do.”

Oh, that was a lie.

A really bad one, too.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You sure?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

You smiled. “That’s not what I asked.”

He clicked his tongue. He was getting annoyed. Not in an actual angry way, but in that I don’t like where this is going kind of way.

“So if I tell you to fold something, you’ll do it right?”

Silence.

For just a second too long.

You grinned. “You don’t know how.”

Niragi’s jaw clenched. Like the fact that you caught him was some unforgivable crime.

You stood up, brushing crumbs off your fingers as you stepped forward.

“Alright.”

You reached into the drawer, plucked a pair of panties right from the mess he made, and held them out to him. “I’ll teach you.”

Niragi stared. Not in a flustered way, not even in the way a normal person would if someone just casually pulled out their underwear and held it up for a fucking lesson.

Just… blankly.

Like he was watching something so bizarre, so fucking ridiculous, that he was trying to decide if he even wanted to be part of it.

“You’re serious?”

You nodded. “Dead serious.”

His gaze flicked between you and the panties in your hand. Then he grinned. “You just wanted an excuse to show me your little pretty shit, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and pay attention.”

And—surprisingly—he did.

Or, at least, he didn’t walk away.

Which meant he was interested.

You sat back down on the edge of your bed, smoothing out the soft fabric over your lap. And as you carefully folded them over once, then twice, tucking in the sides, you spoke.

“So?” You glanced up at him. “You really never learned how to fold clothes?”

He scoffed. “Didn’t need to.”

“No one ever made you?”

A beat. Then, a short, half-assed shrug. “Not my problem.”

You hummed.

That… was a dodge.

Which meant there was more to it.

You ran your fingers over the folded fabric, considering him.

Niragi wasn’t helpless. He wasn’t the type of guy to let things go. If he wanted something, he’d get it. If he needed something, he’d take it.

So if he really never learned how to fold clothes…that meant he never had to.

Which meant either no one taught him, or no one ever let him.

Or maybe…maybe if he ever did, he got laughed at for it.

You kept that to yourself, though. Instead, you held out the neatly folded panties to him. “Your turn.”

He made a face. “The fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

You smiled. “Try.”

And for whatever reason—Niragi actually did. He snatched up another pair from the drawer, mocking your movements as he folded it once, then twice, then—

Yeah. No.

That was bad.

He glanced at you, waiting for you to judge him.

And when you didn’t, when you just sat there, nodding like that was actually a real attempt, he squinted. “That’s it?”

“Mhm.” You reached out, straightening one of the folds. “That’s better.”

He watched you fix it, quiet for a second.

“You’re so fucking weird, you know that?”

You laughed. “I know.”

You leaned back on your hands, still watching him hold the folded pair of panties in his hands. He looked so unimpressed. Like he was above this. Like he was too good for something as basic as folding clothes.

But he still did it. That was the part you liked.

You tilted your head, your voice light, teasing. “See? Not so hard.”

Niragi scoffed, tossing the fabric back into the drawer like it had offended him. “Yeah, yeah. Look at me, I’m a proper little housewife now.”

You smiled. “You’re getting there.”

His nose scrunched. Like he could physically feel how much he hated that sentence.

God, he was funny.

“So, what, you’re into this kind of stuff? Teaching people? Making them your little pets?” He murmured, sitting down next to you on your bed.

You laughed softly. “You think I see you as a pet?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You treat me like one.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “And how’s that?”

He snorted. “Always telling me to behave. Always talking to me like I’m some kind of fucking problem you need to fix.”

Your smile didn’t falter. “Maybe because you are.”

You watched the way his body stiffened just a little. The way his fingers twitched like he wanted to lash out. “Yeah? And what, you gonna fix me, little therapist?”

Oh.

That hit something. Not because of the words. But because of the tone.

That wasn’t just mockery.

That was defensive.

Like you were picking at something inside of him.

And Niragi didn’t like that.

He was so much more than just a violent, shameless little shit. He had depth, real deep-seated issues, a tangled mess of things he would never talk about. And the second you touched even the edge of it—

He bit.

You smiled. “I don’t need to fix you.”

He stared.

“I just like you how you are.”

Something flickered. Something subtle. Something in his chest itched.

But before he could even process it, you reached out and smoothed a hand over his head, fingers threading lightly through his hair.

He froze.

His first instinct was to jerk away. To shove you off, to tell you to fuck off.

But he didn’t.

He just sat there, body tense, letting you do it.

He wasn’t used to that. To someone touching him so gently. Not to hurt him, not to push him, not to take something from him. Just… touching.

Like he was worth it.

It was so foreign, but fuck—

It was nice.

His brain hated it. His body loved it.

You pulled away, your smile still soft. “See? Good boy.”

There it was.

The bite.

His face twisted, and he immediately swatted at you. “Get the fuck outta here with that shit.”

You laughed, dodging back just in time. You tilted your head, watching him with a knowing smile. “What’s wrong? You don’t like compliments?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Not when they come with some weird ass ‘good boy’ bullshit.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your palm. “So you don’t like being told you’re good?”

His jaw twitched.

He didn’t like that question.

Because it wasn’t about the words. It was about the implication.

That he never heard it before.

That he didn’t believe it when he did.

That the very idea of being ‘good’ felt so fucking foreign to him that it might as well have been a language he never learned.

Your smile softened. “You don’t think you’re good?”

His face twisted. “What is this, a fucking intervention?”

You laughed, light and easy. “I’m just curious.”

He snorted. “Yeah? Well, keep that curiosity to yourself, sweetheart.”

You didn’t. Instead, you kept watching him, your eyes warm, thoughtful.

And Niragi was waiting. Waiting for you to push. Waiting for you to ask the wrong thing. To pry too deep, to say something that would set him off.

That’s what people did. They pushed. They prodded. They dug their nails in, looking for something they could use against him.

But you—you just sat there. Watching him like you were learning him. Like you were trying to understand.

And it was so much worse. Because Niragi could handle cruelty. He could handle anger, hatred, violence.

But kindness?

That made his chest feel too tight.

That made him think.

And Niragi didn’t like thinking.

So he did what he always did when something got too real.

He bit.

“What, you wanna fix me so bad? You wanna be my little savior?”

“No.”

That caught him off guard. You were so calm about it. So genuine.

“I just want to know you.”

That—that did something.

Because nobody ever wanted to know Niragi.

People wanted to use him. They wanted him for his violence, his rage, his ability to be unhinged enough to do the things they never could. Let’s not even talk about how they didn’t want him before he turned into this. He never got anything good.

But you? You didn’t want anything. You just wanted to understand.

And he hated it.

And he liked it.

And he didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

So instead of answering, instead of giving you something real, he just rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands. “Yeah, well. Good luck with that.”

Your smile didn’t fade. You just kept watching him, kept learning him, like you had all the time in the world. You crossed your legs, settling i. “Alright, let’s do something.”

Niragi raised a brow. “Oh, yeah? What, you gonna teach me how to knit now?”

You smiled because sadly, he was fucking hilarious. “No. I ask, you answer. If you don’t want to, you can pass. No limit. Or, if you really don’t want to do this, you can just walk away.”

That last part—that was important.

Niragi had spent his whole life backed into corners. Every conversation, every interaction, every fight was something he was forced into—or felt like he had to start it, so he did—something he had to win or else he’d be left bleeding.

But here you were, telling him he could leave.

And fuck—that was a trap, right? Had to be.

People didn’t just give options. People pretended to give options while expecting something in return.

But you—you didn’t look like you were lying. You just looked open. Relaxed. Like you were actually okay if he walked away.

Which was so fucking stupid. Because why would you let someone like him decide how this went? He should leave. He should tell you to fuck off and walk out and pretend this never happened.

But he—he didn’t.

“Fine. Knock yourself out.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite color?”

Niragi blinked. “Pfft—are you serious?” He laughed. “That’s your first question?”

You just shrugged. “Yeah. What’s your answer?”

He smirked. “Black.”

You hummed, considering. “You know, most people say black isn’t a color. It’s the absence of color.”

He hummed. “Yeah? Well, that just makes it even better.”

You chuckled. “Alright. Next one—coffee or tea?”

“Coffee.”

“Iced or hot?”

“Hot.”

You smiled, tucking that information away. “Do you like spicy food?”

“Duh.”

“Favorite type of weather?”

He gave you a look. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

You only smiled. “Just answer.”

He sighed dramatically, as if this was so ridiculous, but he still answered. “Summer. When it’s hot as fuck. None of that cold, shitty rain.”

You nodded. “Noted. Okay, next—what’s your worst habit?”

“I don’t have any.”

You laughed. “Oh, please.”

“No.” He grinned, all teeth. “I’m perfect.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes. “Next—do you like animals?”

Niragi scoffed. “Who gives a shit about animals?”

“So that’s a no?”

He opened his mouth—then stopped.

Thought about it.

“Tch.” He shrugged. “I mean, some of ‘em are cool, I guess.”

“That’s practically a yes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

You laughed softly. “Alright, next question—school? How did it go?”

Niragi didn’t answer.

His smirk dropped. His body stilled. He didn’t scoff. He didn’t make fun of you.

He just—didn’t say anything.

And that told you everything.

You didn’t push. Didn’t pry, didn’t ask again. You just moved on. “Favorite type of music?”

He let out a breath through his nose, shifting his weight. “Loud.”

“That’s not a genre.”

“That’s my answer.”

You smiled. “Alright, loud music. Got it.”

He was aware of what you were doing. He knew you were learning him. And even though he was letting you, even though he wasn’t walking away—he couldn’t figure out why.

You tilted your head, watching the way he shifted. His expression didn’t change much, but you saw the flicker of something underneath. Something unsettled.

Something unfamiliar.

You gave him a small, gentle smile. “You did good.”

That got to him.

His face twitched. The muscles in his jaw flexed, something ugly flashing through his eyes before he scoffed.

“Tch. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged. “It means exactly what I said.”

His fingers twitched at his sides.

He felt weird.

Like something inside him was pushing and pulling at the same time.

He wanted to stay. Wanted to keep talking, keep playing this game, keep letting you pick at him.

But he also—he didn’t.

Because he was too aware of what just happened.

He let you in.

And that was—that was wrong. It was fucking stupid.

Why the fuck did he do that?

Why the fuck did he keep answering?

Why the fuck did his chest feel so fucking tight just because you told him he did good?

His face curled into a sneer, something defensive and sharp. “Pfft. Whatever.”

Then he stood and walked out.

Not a word more, not a glance back.

You just watched him go.

Because you knew.

You saw it. The moment his own mind caught up to him. The second he realized just how much he gave away.

It was fascinating.

A man like Niragi—someone who didn’t shut up, who had a fucking comeback for everything, who played every game with no shame—and yet, this made him run.

Huh.

That was interesting.

It told you a lot.

Niragi wasn’t just broken—he was trapped inside his own walls. Walls that were so thick, so ingrained in him, that even when he gave himself permission to open up—the second he realized it, he slammed them shut.

He ran from himself.

And that was—

Hm.

You exhaled softly, tapping your fingers against your knee.

Looks like you’d have to be careful with him.

You stayed there for a moment, sitting on the edge of your bed, finishing the last of your cookies, crumbs brushing off your fingers as your mind quietly replayed what had just happened.

Yeah. You’d moved something in him.

Something that made him flinch.

Not physically. Niragi didn’t flinch like that. His reactions were sharper, more defensive—like a cornered animal baring its teeth, even when there was no danger.

But this was different.

You’d crossed an invisible line. A line even he hadn’t realized existed until it was too late.

He gave too much. And his brain told him to get the fuck out before he gave any more.

You let out a soft breath, stood up, and carefully—mindfully—put everything back. The panties, the perfume bottles, the little things Niragi had plucked out of your drawers like they were toys to entertain himself with.

One by one, you returned them to their places.

Neat. Organized. Back in order.

Unlike Niragi.

~

When you were done, you padded quietly out of your room, the soft sound of your footsteps muffled by the floor.

You weren’t sure what you expected to find in the living room—Niragi, sulking on the couch, maybe? But no.

The room was empty.

But from the corner of your eye, you saw movement in the kitchen.

Chishiya.

Leaning against the counter, half-turned away, drinking from a glass of water.

Of course.

You smiled, something light and automatic, as you made your way toward him.

“Hey.” you greeted softly, leaning against the counter opposite him. “What’s up?”

He raised a brow, like the question was… unnecessary. “Drinking water.”

You laughed, soft and genuine. “I can see that.”

You liked talking to him.

Even when he didn’t give you much in return.

You tilted your head again, studying him. “How long were you out here?”

He took another sip of water before answering. “A while.”

That could mean anything with him. Minutes. Hours. He was the kind of person who could sit in silence forever and never get bored.

You tapped your fingers against your arm. “And Niragi?”

“Gone.”

You weren’t surprised.

“Did you see where he went?”

“No.”

You hummed softly. “He’ll come back.”

Chishiya gave you a look. Not skeptical. Just… observing. Like he was mentally calculating what that meant. What you meant by saying it so easily, like you already knew how Niragi worked.

Maybe you did.

“Did you guys fight?” Chishiya asked.

“No.” you said simply. “Just talked.”

His head tilted slightly. “He doesn’t talk.”

“He did this time.”

“I see.” he murmured, setting his glass down on the counter with a soft clink.

And you knew what he was thinking. That Niragi didn’t just talk to people. Not like that. Not unless there was something to gain.

Which meant he’d given you something.

Something real.

And Chishiya, being who he was, was filing that information away, quietly deciding what to make of it.

You could see the gears turning in his head, that five steps ahead mentality working overtime.

You smiled again, soft and warm, like you weren’t completely aware of the mental chess game he was already playing.

“I’m making tea.” you said suddenly, pushing off the counter. “Want some?”

“Sure.”

You glanced at him as you set the kettle on the stove, your voice light, casual. “How do you take your tea?”

A slow blink. “I don’t care.”

You hummed softly. “That’s not an answer.”

“It is, though.”

“No preference at all?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Not really.”

“Hm. That tells me something.”

A flicker of interest crossed his face. “Does it?”

You smiled, not answering immediately.

Yes.

It told you a lot.

People’s preferences—or lack of them—weren’t meaningless. The things they didn’t care about said just as much as the things they did.

And Chishiya? He was indifferent to the details. Tea, food, small comforts—all optional.

That kind of detachment didn’t come from nowhere.

But you weren’t going to say that.

Not yet.

Instead, you turned slightly, resting your hand on the counter. “You like sweets?”

A pause.

Then, with a small shrug: “I don’t dislike them.”

You smiled. Progress.

“Sweet tea, then.” you decided, adding a bit of honey into one of the cups. “Not too much, though.”

Chishiya watched you, gaze steady.

“You do this a lot.” he said, voice calm.

You tilted your head. “Do what?”

“The way you ask things.”

You feigned innocence. “Asking things is normal.”

“Yes,” he said “but you ask them well.”

You laughed softly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t react. “It’s not a compliment.”

“Sure sounds like one.”

A slow blink. “You’re good at getting people to talk.”

You smiled, warm and knowing. “Only if they want to.”

A small pause.

Then, quietly: “That’s not true.”

You met his gaze, something sweet dancing behind your eyes.

Chishiya was smart—too smart.

You had no illusions that he’d figured you out at least a little. He knew you weren’t just making small talk.

He knew you were digging.

And he let you.

Not completely, not easily, but he let you all the same.

You turned back to the tea, pouring the hot water over the leaves, letting them steep.

“What about coffee?” you asked, keeping the conversation moving. “You drink it?”

“Yes.”

You raised a brow. “Black?”

“You already knew that.”

You laughed softly. “I had a hunch.”

Of course he drank it black. No sugar. No milk. Nothing unnecessary.

You leaned on the counter, watching him. “You drink a lot of it?”

“When it’s available.”

That was telling, too. It wasn’t about enjoyment. He drank it when it was useful.

“Hm.” You handed him his cup, watching the way he took it. You took a sip of your own, letting the warmth settle in your hands.

He took a slow sip, then met your gaze. “Satisfied?”

You smiled, teasing. “Almost.”

You were good at this. And he knew it.

“So,” you mused, fingers wrapped around your cup. “what’s the worst tea you’ve ever had?”

Chishiya blinked, staring at you like he was trying to determine if that was a serious question. “…Worst tea?”

“Mhm.” You took a slow sip, tilting your head at him. “You ever had, like, an awful cup?”

“That’s a ridiculous question.”

“No, it’s a great question.” you corrected playfully. “It tells me things.”

“Does it?”

“Everything does.” you said simply.

“Hospital tea.” he said, resting his cup down on the table. “It tastes like—” He paused, considering his words, then settled on:“Nothing. Warm water.”

You hummed, nodding. “Yeah. I’ve heard that.”

It was an easy detail to overlook, but you didn’t.

Hospital tea. Not just bad tea—hospital tea. A place he’d been enough to remember something as mundane as the taste.

Interesting.

But before you could press further, a voice interrupted—loud, grumbling, and unapologetically irritated.

“Are you two fucking serious?”

You turned to see Niragi dragging himself into the kitchen from the hallway, rubbing his ear with one hand. His face was set in a scowl, hair a mess.

“Good morning to you too.” you greeted, unfazed.

He scoffed. “The fuck is with all the talking?”

“You live with us.” you reminded him, taking a sip of your tea. “What else did you expect?”

He stretched his arms, letting out an exaggerated groan. “I dunno. Chishiya jerking off loud or something.”

Chishiya, still as unbothered as ever, didn’t even blink.

“Mm.” he said flatly, taking a sip of his tea. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Niragi’s smirk dropped. “The fuck?”

You went back to sipping your tea, smiling into the rim of the cup, because you didn’t want to laugh.

Niragi liked to complain, liked to throw shit your way—but at the end of the day, he still stood here, listening.

Just like Chishiya, really.

They could pretend to be uninterested all they wanted, but you knew better.

You turned to Niragi, still leaning against the counter, arms crossed as he stared at you.

“Did you sleep?” you asked, voice as soft and calm as ever.

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Would I be this fucking grumpy if I did?”

“You’re always grumpy.” you teased lightly. “So it’s hard to tell.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tch. Cute.”

You were cute, actually. Too damn cute for someone living in a world like this. Too soft.

You smiled anyway. “I could make you something to help. Something warm, maybe?”

He frowned, shifting his weight. “What, like milk?”

“If you want, and, y’know, find a cow somewhere for me.” you said, setting your cup down. “Or tea. There’s a lot of things that can help.”

He stared. Not like before, not like when he was testing you, picking at you to see how much you could take. No, this stare was different. Hesitant. Uncertain, like he didn’t know if he should let you do something so… normal for him.

Chishiya noticed. He also noticed how Niragi wasn’t snapping at you like he usually did.

At first, Niragi had been fucking brutal. A complete asshole, like he got some kind of sick amusement out of getting under your skin.

But now?

Now he lingered. Now he listened. Now he let you talk to him like this, soft and sweet, like he wasn’t a walking disaster.

And that was interesting.

Chishiya had seen Niragi’s type before. He’d known a lot of angry men who lashed out first, thought later. But none of them ever had someone as persistent as you in their life.

He sipped his tea, watching, waiting.

Niragi, on the other hand, was completely unaware of Chishiya’s silent observations, too busy trying to ignore whatever the hell was going on inside his own head.

Because why the fuck were you still being nice to him?

Why the fuck was it working?

It wasn’t just that you were sweet—it was the way you spoke, the way you looked at him like he wasn’t some rabid dog that needed to be put down.

That was the problem.

Because Niragi was used to that. He was used to people looking at him with disgust, fear, hate. That was normal. That made sense.

But this? You, standing there, offering him warm fucking milk and asking if he slept like he was a normal fucking person? That didn’t make sense.

And yet…he didn’t tell you to fuck off.

Didn’t roll his eyes and storm out.

He just… stayed.

And fuck, that was dangerous. Because the longer he let this happen, the harder it was to pretend it didn’t feel good. You felt good.

And that was so fucked up.

Because you weren’t just soft—you were hot.

It wasn’t just the way you looked, though fuck, you were something to look at. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you made people want to be near you.

Niragi wasn’t blind. He knew exactly why people gravitated towards you, why you were the kind of person that people wanted to take care of, who took care of the people, even when they didn’t deserve it.

And that was the thing.

He didn’t deserve it.

But fuck if he didn’t want it anyway.

Chishiya, of course, was much more subtle about his thoughts.

He wasn’t about to be like Niragi was, but he wasn’t blind either.

You were attractive. That much was obvious. But more than that, you were interesting. You had a way of breaking past things, getting people to open up without even realizing it.

It was… impressive.

So yes, both of them knew you were hot.

But only one of them was really struggling with it.

And Niragi hated that.

You tilted your head, watching him, waiting for some kind of answer.

“Well?” you asked, tone still warm, patient.

Niragi scoffed, looking away like he didn’t care, but you caught how his fingers twitched against his arm, how his weight shifted ever so slightly.

“Yeah, whatever.” he muttered.

“Okay!” you chirped, turning to grab another mug. “I’ll make you something nice.”

Chishiya sipped his tea, completely unfazed. “I feel like I should warn you that he bites.”

“Oh, I know.” you laughed, filling the kettle. “But he’s still cute.”

Cute.

Niragi almost choked.

“The fuck?” he snapped, glaring at you like you just insulted his entire existence. “You’re messing with me.”

“No.” you answered simply. “You’re cute. You can deal with it.”

Niragi grumbled something incoherent, but didn’t argue further.

Chishiya noticed.

You moved around the kitchen, pulling out honey, completely unbothered by the way Niragi was staring at you like you just shattered his reality.

And it was fascinating.

Chishiya had seen people try to handle Niragi before. They either fought back or avoided him entirely, knowing he wasn’t worth the effort.

But you? You didn’t do either. You acknowledged him, treated him like he was just… there. Like he wasn’t something to fear or push away.

You placed the mug in front of Niragi, smiling as you slid into the seat next to him.

“There.” you said. “All warm and sweet.”

Niragi stared at it.

Then at you.

Then back at the fucking tea.

He looked at Chishiya. “Did she drug it?”

Chishiya barely blinked. “If she did, you deserve it.”

You giggled.

And fuck, Niragi hated that it sounded so good.

Still, he lifted the cup, watching you over the rim as he took a sip.

…It was good.

Annoyingly good.

You propped your chin in your hand, watching him expectantly. “Well?”

He shrugged, acting disinterested. “It’s fine.”

Liar.

“That’s good.” you mused, before turning your gaze to Chishiya. “And you?” you asked, tilting your head. “How’s your tea?”

Chishiya blinked, mildly surprised you even asked. Most people didn’t.

“It’s tea.” he said plainly.

You pouted. “That’s not an answer.”

Chishiya raised a brow, but after a brief pause, he sighed, setting his cup down.

“It’s fine.” he said. “Good, actually.”

You beamed again.

And fuck, that did something too.

Because when was the last time someone smiled at him like that?

Like they were genuinely happy he was there?

Chishiya was observant. He could read people well. And he knew you weren’t faking it.

You genuinely liked them.

And neither of them knew what the fuck to do with that.

Niragi hated it.

Chishiya studied it.

~

The kitchen was quiet. Too quiet.

You leaned against the counter, the dim moonlight casting soft shadows across the room. The apartment felt empty at this hour, and you hated it. The silence pressed against you, heavy and unwelcome.

You didn’t like being alone.

It was strange, really—how easily you had latched onto the boys. They weren’t the type of people anyone would naturally gravitate toward, especially not someone like you.

Someone soft.

Someone who cared too much.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? You always cared too much. Even when it didn’t make sense. Even when it wasn’t deserved.

Because that was just who you were.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, thinking back to the past few days. You had been cooking for them, taking care of them, giving and giving—and what had you gotten in return?

Niragi was an asshole.

Chishiya was distant.

They weren’t gentle with you, they didn’t go out of their way to return your kindness, and yet, you still liked them.

You liked the way Niragi, despite all his mean words, had started lingering around you more. The way he let you touch him, even when he pretended to hate it. The way he had listened to you earlier this day, actually drank the tea you made him, instead of throwing it across the room just to piss you off. You liked the way Chishiya, no matter how detached he seemed, was still here. The way he let you talk to him, let you pick at his mind without shutting you out completely. The way he noticed things about you, even if he didn’t say much about it.

It wasn’t affection.

Not yet.

But it was something.

And you were used to getting nothing.

Maybe that’s why you clung to them so much. Maybe that’s why their company meant more to you than it should.

Because at the end of the day, you weren’t just scared of being alone in a room.

You were scared of being alone, period.

And at least with them, there was something to hold onto.

You let out a slow breath, shaking off the thoughts pressing against your ribs. Enough of that. You were tired. It was late.

Pushing away from the counter, you made your way through the quiet apartment, your footsteps light against the floor. Everything was still, untouched—Niragi had long since disappeared into his room, and Chishiya had gone off somewhere, probably lost in his own little world.

It was just you now.

When you reached your door, you hesitated for only a second before stepping inside. The room was dim, familiar. Safe.

You shut the door behind you.

Then, without another thought, you climbed into bed, the blankets cool against your skin as you settled in.

The silence wasn’t so bad when you closed your eyes.

And for now, that would have to be enough.

~

The morning air was sweet, and the apartment was quiet except for the soft sounds of you cooking. The scent of sizzling food filled the kitchen as you worked, humming faintly under your breath. You had woken up early—earlier than either of them, as usual—because, well, you always did. It wasn’t a conscious decision anymore. It was just how things were. You woke up, you made food, you kept going.

You didn’t expect Niragi to be up yet, so when you heard the sound of footsteps dragging into the living room, you didn’t turn at first. Not until you felt his presence settle next to you, just close enough that you could sense the weight of his gaze on your hands.

You glanced up, offering him a small smile. “Morning.”

Niragi didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, watching you. He looked rough—hair a mess, face groggy.

“The fuck are you so happy about?” His voice was raspy with sleep.

You huffed a soft laugh, turning back to the stove. “Good morning to you too.”

Niragi snorted, leaning his weight onto the counter. “Tch. It’s too early for your sunshine bullshit.”

You just shook your head, stirring the food in the pan. “Well, I’m making you breakfast, so maybe I have a reason to be happy.”

Niragi scoffed, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to the food, lingering. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t put any of that girly-ass spice shit in mine.”

“My ‘girly-ass spice shit’ makes everything taste better, and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t need my food tasting like a fucking flower shop.”

You let out a small laugh. “Fine, fine. No flower shop for you.” You adjusted the heat on the stove, then cast him another glance. “Sleep well?”

Niragi gave you a look like you were the dumbest person on earth. “No.”

You bit back a smile. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I got woken up by a certain someone talking all night.”

You tilted your head. “Me?”

“No, the fucking neighbors—yes, you.”

“I wasn’t talking all night.”

“Maybe not all night, but long enough to be annoying.”

“Mm.” You hummed, tapping the spatula against the pan. “Guess I should be quieter next time, then.”

Niragi raised a brow, looking you up and down. Then he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowering slightly. “Or you could just shut the fuck up entirely.”

You blinked at him. Then smiled sweetly. “Nah, I don’t think I’ll do that.”

Niragi exhaled sharply, straightening up again, muttering something under his breath about how annoying you were.

You just kept cooking.

He was always an asshole, sure. But he was standing here, wasn’t he? Watching you cook, waiting for food.

That was enough.

“You gonna tell me why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to sneak out the other night?”

You froze for half a second, but recovered quickly, setting the pan back on the stove. You hadn’t been expecting him to bring it up now, not when he seemed relatively relaxed. But of course, it had been coming. He wasn’t the type to just let things go.

“I just went to a game.” you said simply, keeping your tone even.

He scoffed, shifting his weight. “Yeah, no shit. I meant, why the fuck did you go alone?”

You took a slow breath, then turned to face him properly, leaning back against the counter. His expression was weird—something between irritation and something… else. Something heavier. His jaw was set, his eyes locked on you, unblinking.

You shrugged lightly. “You said you’d go with me next time.”

“Exactly.” Niragi snapped. “So why didn’t you fucking wait?”

You hesitated, watching him carefully. He was pissed, that much was obvious, but there was something underneath it. Something tense, something that made his fingers twitch slightly against his arm.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” you admitted. “What if it was a hard game? You’re still—”

“Oh, fuck off with that.” He rolled his eyes. “You think I can’t handle a fucking game?”

“That’s not what I meant.” You frowned, keeping your voice gentle. “You’re still healing.”

“I don’t need you fucking babying me.” His lip curled, something mean sparking in his eyes. “I’m not some weak little—”

“I know you’re not weak, Niragi.” You cut him off before he could get worked up. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what the fuck is?”

You exhaled slowly. “I just didn’t want to risk anything happening to you.”

He stared at you. Hard. Like he was trying to find a lie in your words, some hidden meaning that made more sense to him. But there was nothing else. You meant what you said.

His fingers twitched again, a slight shift of his shoulders. Then, finally, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” he muttered.

You smiled faintly. “I’ve been told.”

He didn’t smile back. Didn’t say anything for a long moment, just watched you like he still wasn’t sure what to do with you. Then, finally, he turned away, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever. Just don’t fucking do it again.”

You didn’t promise anything. You just turned back to the stove, quietly plating the food. You set the plate down in front of him. “Here you go.” you murmured.

He scoffed, but you caught the way his fingers twitched around the fork before he even picked it up. Like he had to stop himself from saying something, from reacting too much.

Just then, Chishiya came into the kitchen, too.

“Morning.” you greeted him, just as sweetly. You nodded toward the table. “Sit down, your food’s already done.”

Chishiya didn’t argue. He slipped into the seat across from Niragi, wordless as always, but there was something in the way he listened. The way he always listened. Even when he didn’t respond, he never really ignored you. Not anymore.

You leaned against the counter, watching them eat. It was easy, peaceful. Almost like you were a normal group of people, instead of three survivors.

“I think I’ll go for a walk later.” You mumbled.

Niragi stopped mid-bite, eyes flickering up to you with instant irritation. “You’re fucking kidding, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” he said, voice laced with mockery. “Maybe because last time you went outside, they fucking shot at you?”

“They shot at you.” you corrected lightly.

Chishiya, still chewing, finally spoke. “They shot at all three of us.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Well, I’ll be careful. I just want some fresh air, maybe find a few things we need.”

Niragi scoffed. “Yeah, well, if you’re stupid enough to go, I need more bullets.”

It took you half a second to realize what he meant. He wasn’t letting you go alone. He was making an excuse.

You almost smiled.

Chishiya, still eerily calm, pushed his empty plate aside. “I’ll come too.”

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[marzipanandminutiae]

Happens in the UK too. I would say that the current owners of this Grade 1-listed Bath townhouse of creamy-gold stone and airy sash windows... do not fucking deserve it. In fact it's so obvious I deserve it so much more than they do that I think if I turned up they would waive the £5.5million it's currently on the market for. They clearly have much more money than taste anyway, so what do they need it for?

https://sothebysrealty.co.uk/properties/buy/townhouse-for-sale-somerset-bath-lansdown-crescent-44996/

I'm prepared to bet nothing in these rooms cost less than a grand, all to end up looking like a student hall of residence. Rich people, where is your ART for fuck's sake? Where is anything remotely interesting to look at?

LOOK AT THE GARDEN I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF

holy. shit.

the exterior says Jane Austen and the interior says Fifty Shades of Grey

this should be a crime

and I can already see how the conversation with naysayers will play out:

"you don't know what shape the interior was in!"

no, I don't. but did they have to remodel it into THAT?

"some people like modern monochrome spaces!"

cool then buy a modern apartment/house/flat/whatever

"but in some areas, old build is all that people can afford!"

and yet they can afford to rip out the interior of that old house and IKEA-fy it? could they not then take that remodeling money and...just spitballing here...put it into their house budget and buy a modern house???

I live in an area with mostly old housing stock. hear me when I say: it is NOT cheaper to buy one of those houses, take it down to studs, and build it back as an Orphan Black laboratory fever dream than to buy a modern apartment. that's an excuse people make for flippers destroying history- usually with cheap, shoddy materials that fall apart in six months, to boot

(and it's not like it's ever affordable to rent once it's finished, so arguments about "increasing affordable housing" come to nothing as well. furthermore...don't poor people deserve a Nice Fireplace, if you have the money to buy and renovate a house to begin with? pretty built-ins? original light fixtures? newsflash: they enjoy beauty too!)

I WILL accept "the interior was already ruined in the 1950s" because sadly that's far too common. the 1912 duplex I lived in where the fire happened had already been remodeled in 2013 and probably long before that too, so while I don't like that it's a white minimalist hellscape in there now after the post-fire renovation...I'm not morally outraged

however. they weren't all wrecked long ago. the number of "beautiful Victorian mantlepiece!!!" listings I see on FB marketplace that show the mantle in question still in situ in a house that's clearly intact demonstrates that there are intact houses left. and they're being desecrated

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

I think I missed the garbage truck but I don't know that which is humiliating because if so I just put the can out way after it already happened hoping for a miracle and everyone saw and yes I was wearing my robe

[mariasont]

Training Day - A.H

a/n: you all wanted more bimbo!assistant!reader and i'm a woman of the people so here we are

on a real note i love her and she is my queen

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you don't understand why hotch is giving you training lessons, but apparently he thinks you need it

warnings: talking about men following her in public YUCK, hotch trying to train reader, reader not knowing what's going on, cuties being cute

wc: 0.8k

"I still don't really know why we're doing this."

You were grumbling more than was characteristic for you, with every part of your body, your arms, your legs, and even your ass, suffering from a dull ache--sadly, not the result of any enjoyable pastime. After being knocked over more times than you cared to count, Hotch extended his hand toward you. You gladly took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

Your fingers deftly pulled at your pink tracksuit top over the sliver of abdomen that that had been revealed in your less-than-graceful take down. Hotch had pointed out the impracticality of your outfit when you showed up, but you stood firm on the principle that if early training sessions were expected of you, then your attire would be non-negotiable.

"Because I want to be confident in your abilities to defend yourself." His arms folded over his chest as his gaze bore into you, challenging you to contradict him.

"I'm just here to look pretty and answer your phones, crime-fighting isn't in my job description. That's your thing, Mr."

You shuffled back to your original position anyway, hands coming up to shield your face as you mentally sorted through the steps, or at least tried to, struggling to recall the correct foot placement.

"Shoulder width apart."

It's like he could read your mind. You were not entirely convinced that he couldn't.

"Crime-fighting doesn't have to be your thing," Hotch stated, narrowing the gap between you, his hands firmly correcting your stance. You sometimes found an excuse to stand just so, hoping he would step in to manhandle you into place. "But being part of the BAU, even peripherally, means you're not immune to risks. I need to know you can handle yourself... for my piece of mind."

"Sir, is this like, your super-secret way of showing you care?"

Your lips twisted into a half-smile as his hands clasped your waist a little tighter than necessary: a warning that said you were playing with fire. His fingers then moved to direct yours, positioning them closer to your face, his knuckles lightly grazing across your cheek in the process.

"Eyes on me, stay focused."

"My eyes are always on you, sir," you say, your head canting to one side. 

He released a controlled breath, giving you a level look that signaling you were pushing it. Nevertheless, you flashed him a beaming smile and initiated the move he had been drilling into you. The tip of your elbow made contact with the soft of his stomach.

He issued a muted groan as he intercepted your arm, preventing it from digging further, and in a fluid motion he spun you around, pinning your backside to his front.

"That was perfect, right?" you squealed, your fist shooting up in victory.

The sudden jump caused his hands to shift from your arm, finding a new perch on your hips to steady your... enthusiastic bounce.

You whirled in his grasp, the proximity sending a faint hum through his chest. Clearing his throat, he managed. "Yes, uh, that was it."

Clutching his shirt, the fabric crumpled beneath your purple-tipped fingers, you giggled. "Just imagine someone trying to follow me to my car now. They wouldn't know what hit 'em!"

"Is that a common occurrence?" The lines of his face gathered into that customary look of concern, that characteristic frown of his making an appearance.

He gently disentangled your hands from his shirt, not letting go, but rather laying his atop of yours.

"Well, sometimes, but I usually just call Morgan, put him on speaker, and he starts talking about the FBI stuff," you explained, giving a light shrug that nudged the zipper of your jacket down just a smidge. "They take off after that."

He clenched his eyes shut, pausing momentarily before reopening it. One hand let go of yours to adjust the zipper back to its proper position.

"That makes my stomach hurt." And it did. "Don't hesitate to call me when that happens. I'll come get you."

Your smile stretched ear to ear, potent enough to make him feel lightheaded. "You know, with all these trainings, who needs to call for help?"

"How about we compromise, and you still call me, regardless?"

You pout your lips, shiny with clear gloss rather than your usual pink. "That sounds less like a compromise and more like a you thing, ya know?"

Hotch's laughter rumbled from his chest, a warm, breathy sound, as he let go of your hands, which he realized he had been holding far longer than appropriate, and guided you to the door.

"You don't appreciate the added precautions I'm willing to take for your safety?"

Dragging your sneaker on the floor, you plucked your bag from the wall as Hotch closed the door behind you. "Gee, when you say it like that..."

When you walked down the hall you seemed to be perfectly in step.

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ONE SHOT: CHASING FOREVER

paige x azzi

word count: 7.5k

A/N: This is just something cute to start the week off because I might be a little busy this week!! A couple of people requested a one shot of them in the future so this is my attempt at that.

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Paige and Azzi had been best friends since they were teenagers, long before they ever set foot on UConn’s campus. Their bond had always been special, the kind of connection that felt easy from the jump, but somewhere along the way, friendship turned into something more. By the time they were dominating college basketball together, they weren’t just two stars—they were each other’s everything.

Winning a championship at UConn in 2025 was supposed to be their peak but their lives together were just getting started. The WNBA draft forced them to figure each other out more. Paige was taken first overall by the Dallas Wings, the future of their franchise, while Azzi landed with the Washington Mystics that same year, a dream come true for the hometown kid. It was exciting, but it was also a little heartbreaking. They were used to spending everyday together, sharing everything—practices, late-night talks, the weight of everything together with the other by their side. Then they were in different cities, on different teams, with different schedules.

For two seasons, they made the distance work. Texts, FaceTimes, and living together in the offseason and playing unrivaled together kept them connected, but it wasn’t enough. Paige tried to convince herself she could handle it, but the truth was, she couldn’t imagine building her future with Azzi from halfway across the country. She didn’t want to go half the year being away from the woman she loved anymore.

Requesting a trade and being adamant it was to Washington wasn’t an easy decision. Paige knew what it would look like. She wasn’t just any player—she was the former ROY, an Allstar, one of the centerpieces of a team that had just made it to the semi-finals. She knew there’d be backlash, that the media would question her loyalty, maybe even call her selfish. But none of that mattered to her. Azzi mattered. She always had. And Paige wasn’t going to let fear or criticism from people who didn’t know her stop her from choosing the person she loved more than anything in the world.

Present Day

The final buzzer echoed through Capital One Arena, signaling the end of the game: Mystics 78, Sky 70. The crowd erupted in cheers as the team playfully celebrated another win. After being ushered by the media personnel Paige and Azzi walked off the court, exchanging a quick smile before heading to the press room.

Now seated at the long table, microphones in front of them, the two of them fielded the usual postgame questions.

“Azzi, you really took over in the fourth quarter with those back-to-back threes. Can you talk about what was going through your mind in those moments?”

Azzi nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Honestly, I was just focused on staying in rhythm. Aaliyah and Shakira set some good screens, and I knew if I got the ball in my spots it was as simple as shooting in rhythm.”

“Paige,” another reporter chimed in, “you had a double-double tonight and were pretty dominant on the defensive end. How does it feel to be able to make such an impact on both sides of the floor?”

Paige leaned forward slightly. “Defense has always been something I take a lot of pride in. Azzi and I talked before the game about how we needed to lock down their guards, especially in transition, and I think we executed that really well as a team tonight.”

Another hand shot up. “This team has been on fire lately, winning six in a row. What do you think is clicking for you right now?”

Azzi glanced at Paige, letting her take this one. Paige smiled, shaking her head slightly used to Azzi’s interview antics at this point. “I think it’s just trust. We’re trusting each other, moving the ball, and staying disciplined on defense. Everyone knows their role, and when we play like that, we’re tough to beat.”

As the questions kept coming, Paige and Azzi fell into an easy rhythm. Years of playing together had made them naturals at complementing each other in every space they were in. Paige handled the deep technical breakdowns, always more of a nerd when it came to basketball, while Azzi added lighthearted quips that explained what Paige’s complicated breakdowns meant that drew quiet chuckles from the room.

It was in the middle of another question—one about the chemistry on the court of the young winning team who had a lot of noise surrounding them about being contenders—when a tiny voice cut through the air:

“Mommy!”

Both of their heads turned instantly, their attention snapping toward the sound like a reflex. Standing off to the side with one of the team managers was their daughter, Aliana, her custom Mystics jersey fitting her perfectly. Her curls were slightly messy, and her big, brown eyes—an exact replica of Azzi’s—were wide with impatience.

Azzi laughed softly, her expression melting. “One second, baby. Mommy’s almost done,” she said gently, her tone completely different from the way she was talking with the reporters.

Aliana’s lip jutted out in a pout, and Paige, never able to resist her soft spot for her daughter that looked exactly like her wife, sighed quietly. “Come here,” she said, her arms outstretched.

Aliana didn’t hesitate, rushing forward as fast as her little legs could carry her. Paige scooped her up, settling the toddler into her lap. Aliana immediately tucked her face into Paige’s neck, her tiny hands gripping her mom’s jersey for comfort.

The reporters murmured and smiled at the unexpected moment, some of them jotting down notes while others simply watched the family interaction. Paige adjusted the microphone slightly and continued answering questions, as if having a toddler nestled against her was the most natural thing in the world.

Throughout the rest of the press conference, Aliana stayed quiet, her big eyes peeking out from Paige’s shoulder as she watched Azzi’s every movement. The look of pure adoration on her face didn’t go unnoticed by the reporters, or by Paige, who couldn’t help but smile.

When the session finally wrapped up, Aliana started to squirm, her little arms reaching toward Azzi. Azzi took her without hesitation, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Hi, baby girl,” she murmured.

As the three of them began walking toward the locker room, Aliana’s excitement bubbled over as she was finally able to talk to her parents. “Mommy, Mama! You both did so good!” she exclaimed, her tiny hands clutching Azzi’s jersey.

Azzi smiled down at her, gently correcting, “We played well, sweetheart. But thank you.”

Paige rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Az, she’s three. I don’t think she cares about grammar right now.”

Aliana tilted her head curiously. “What’s...gramma, mama?”

Paige smirked, exchanging a playful glance with Azzi. “See? Exactly my point.”

Azzi chuckled, adjusting Aliana in her arms. “Grammar is something we’ll talk about later. But for now, what was your favorite part of the game?”

Aliana’s eyes lit up. “When you made the big basket! And then everweone clapped so loud!”

“That’s because she’s a sharpshooter baby,” Paige said. She reached over to brush her fingers through Aliana’s curls. “What about Mama? Did you see my block in the second quarter?”

Aliana gasped as if she’d been waiting for this moment. “Oh! I saw it! You were so tall, Mama! The other lady was like—” She mimicked someone getting blocked, throwing her hands in the air dramatically before collapsing back into Azzi’s arms with a giggle.

Paige laughed, her chest warming at the sight. “Exactly! They tried to say I wasn’t a shot blocker. Can you believe that?.”

Azzi grinned, jumping in to tease Paige. “But who was it that tipped the ball back to you to finish your highlight?”

Paige smirked, her tone matching Azzi’s. “Oh, you mean your assist? Don’t worry, sexy, we’ll make sure your highlight reel is just as good as mine.”

Aliana, not quite following the playful banter but enjoying the energy, threw her hands in the air. “Mommy and Mama are the best ever!”

Paige and Azzi both laughed as they reached the locker room. Azzi pressed a kiss to Aliana’s forehead, her heart full as she looked between her wife and daughter.

“You know what?” Azzi said, shifting Aliana slightly so Paige could open the locker room door. “She might be right.”

Paige grinned as she held the door open for them. “Can’t argue with that.”

…

After a quick clean-up in the locker room and changing into their clothes, they were finally ready to head out. At the car, Paige buckled Aliana into her car seat, making sure everything was secure while Azzi put their bags in the trunk. They both closed their respective doors at the same time and turned toward each other, smiling as their eyes met.

For a moment, the world around them seemed to pause, the two of them always taking time for just one another in their hectic lives. Without a word, they stepped closer, and Azzi’s arms slid up to wrap around Paige’s neck. Their kiss was slow and lingered for some time as they sighed into each other.

The sound of tiny hands knocking on the window broke their spell. It was barely audible, but they both heard it. Azzi turned her head, laughing softly as Paige glanced over her shoulder. The tented windows of her car made it hard to see inside, but they both knew who it was.

“Guess we’ve got an audience,” Paige murmured with a chuckle, reluctantly stepping back.

Azzi grinned, her fingers trailing lightly down Paige’s arm and squeezing her hand before letting go. “She’s impatient, just like her mother,” she teased.

Paige rolled her eyes again but couldn’t help smiling. She opened the passenger door for Azzi, who slid in with a quiet “Thank you,” before making her way to the driver’s side.

As Paige climbed into the car and started the engine, Aliana’s little voice piped up from the backseat. “Are we going to get ice cream now?”

Paige glanced at Azzi, raising an eyebrow in silent amusement at their daughter’s never ending energy. Before Paige could say anything, Azzi turned toward the backseat, grinning. “How can we say no to that pretty face?” Azzi said, making the little girl smile.

Paige shook her head with a small laugh, glancing at her daughter through the rearview mirror. “Ice cream it is,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips as Aliana let out an excited squeal.

When they pulled up to the ice cream shop, Paige backed the car into a parking spot and immediately noticed the small crowd spilling outside of the shop. A few fans, still wearing Mystics jerseys with the numbers 5 and 35 displayed, were chatting animatedly and glancing at their phones as they ate their ice cream. Azzi followed Paige’s gaze and gave a soft sigh.

“You in the mood for interactions today?” Azzi asked, as she watched Paige look down and scroll through something on her phone.

Paige paused, letting out a small breath. “Not really,” she admitted, rubbing her temple briefly. “I have a bit of a headache so I’m looking for–” she was interrupted as Aliana’s excited voice rang out from the backseat.

“We’re here, we’re here!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up as she looked out the window.

Paige chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I’ll be fine. C’mon,” she said, giving Azzi a reassuring smile as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

Azzi reached over to give Paige’s hand a quick squeeze. “Let me know if it gets too much,” she said, her gaze lingering on Paige’s face.

“I will,” Paige replied. “You worry too much.”

Azzi just smiled before stepping out of the car. Paige followed, walking to the backseat to unbuckle Aliana from her car seat. Their daughter immediately wrapped her small arms around Paige’s neck as Paige lifted her out, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Mama, hurry!” Aliana called to Azzi, who was near the open trunk of the car, adjusting her jacket.

“I’m coming bossy, I’m coming,” Azzi replied, laughing as she closed the trunk and joined them.

The three of them began walking toward the ice cream shop, hand in hand—Aliana happily swinging her legs as Paige carried her. Almost instantly, murmurs rippled through the small crowd outside as people recognized them. Phones came out, fans whispering excitedly to each other and pointing.

Paige leaned closer to Azzi and muttered under her breath, “Here we go.”

Azzi stifled a laugh, leaning slightly into Paige’s side as she whispered back, “You’re a people person, remember?”

“I said that one time,” Paige replied, rolling her eyes playfully. But she adjusted Aliana in her arms and smiled warmly at the fans as they approached, giving a small wave.

Fans immediately began to gather around them, their excitement clear as they approached the couple. A young girl wearing Paige’s #5 Mystics jersey held out a Sharpie. “Paige, can you sign this for me? You’re my favorite player ever!” she gushed, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Paige smiled warmly, shifting Aliana in her arms before taking the marker. “Of course. Thank you for coming to the game,” she said, as she quickly leaned down and scribbled her signature on the jersey.

The same fan asked for a picture so Paige handed Aliana off to Azzi so she could take a few pictures while Azzi signed things.

After a moment of this a teenage boy wearing Azzi’s #35 jersey held out his phone.

Azzi, can I get a picture with you? You’re a DMV legend, seriously!”

Azzi grinned, passing Aliana over to Paige and stepping closer to the boy. “Legend, huh? Big shoes to fill,” she joked, posing with him for a quick photo.

In Paige’s arms, Aliana giggled as she clung to her mom’s neck, watching the behavior of the fans curiously. After Azzi returned from taking a few pictures, Paige handed Aliana over, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Your turn,” Paige said with a playful smirk.

Aliana squealed happily as Azzi lifted her, settling her on her hip. A group of women in their twenties approached, each holding printed out action shots of Paige and Azzi. “You two are literally couple goals! Can we all get a picture of you together?” one of them asked excitedly.

Paige gave a polite smile, gesturing subtly toward Aliana. “We’d love to, but we’re keeping this one out of fan pictures for now,” she said, nodding at her daughter.

“Totally understandable, we can do single pictures if that’s ok” one of the women said, her tone genuine. “But you two are amazing together—on and off the court.”

“Thank you,” Azzi replied, her smile widening as Aliana reached up to mess with her hair, giggling again. “We appreciate you guys supporting us.”

The interactions continued for a few minutes, with fans asking for autographs and photos, Paige and Azzi trading Aliana back and forth every so often so she wouldn’t be in any random instagram pictures they couldn’t control. Each time they exchanged her, Aliana burst into giggles, delighted by the little game they seemed to be playing.

Eventually, Aliana leaned in close to Paige’s ear, her tiny fingers tugging at her mom’s face to push it towards her. “Mama, I want ice cream now,” she whispered.

Paige chuckled, nodding slightly before looking over at Azzi. “We’re on borrowed time with the princess here,” she said, flashing her wife a look.

Azzi turned to the fans with an apologetic smile. “Thanks so much, everyone, but we’ve got one very impatient ice cream lover here,” she said, gesturing to Aliana, who was now laying her head dramatically against Paige’s shoulder.

The fans laughed, stepping aside to let the family through. “Enjoy your ice cream!” one of them called out as Paige and Azzi finally made their way into the shop, Aliana perking up instantly at the sight of the brightly lit display of colorful scoops.

As soon as they reached the counter, Aliana wiggled excitedly in Paige’s arms, her big brown eyes lighting up as she pointed at the rainbow sprinkles on display. “Mommy, I want rainbow sprinkles!” she yelled with the kind of enthusiasm only a three-year-old could muster.

Azzi laughed softly. “Whatever you want, baby girl,” she said warmly, glancing at Paige with a smile.

When they reached the front of the line, the teenage boy behind the counter greeted them with wide eyes, clearly recognizing Paige and Azzi. “Oh wow, you’re… uh, you’re Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd, right?” he stammered, barely able to keep his composure.

Paige smiled politely, nodding. “That’s us,” she said.

As the boy’s gaze lingered on Azzi a little too long, Paige subtly shifted closer to her, sliding her free arm around Azzi’s waist. Azzi smirked at the gesture, her eyes sparkling with amusement at Paige’s antics as she leaned into Paige slightly.

“What can I get for you?” the boy asked, his voice cracking just a bit as he tore his eyes away from Azzi and focused on the display.

Azzi laughed softly before answering. “We’ll take one vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles for her,” she said, gesturing to Aliana, who was practically bouncing in Paige’s arms. “And…” She glanced at Paige, raising an eyebrow. “What are you in the mood for, baby?”

Paige gave her a playful side-eye before turning to the boy. “Just a scoop of chocolate for me, in a cup.”

“And I’ll take a scoop of strawberry in a waffle cone,” Azzi added, her smirk widening as she glanced at Paige. “Anything else, love? Maybe some whipped cream for your jealousy?” she teased quietly for her to hear.

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. “Just order the ice cream, Azzi,” she said, shaking her head as the boy quickly began preparing their order but he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her.

Paige noticed, her eyes catching the way he fumbled slightly with the scoop in his hand, his gaze still lingering on Azzi a little too long for her liking.

Azzi, oblivious—or perhaps simply unfazed—continued speaking to Aliana. “Rainbow sprinkles, huh? Great choice, baby girl,” she said, her lips curving into a smile that made the boy freeze mid-motion.

Paige shifted her weight slightly, stepping closer to Azzi. As she did, her left hand casually rested on the counter, the silver band adorned with sparkling diamonds catching the light perfectly. She pretended to adjust her watch with her other hand, ensuring the boy’s eyes couldn’t miss the ring gleaming on her finger.

“Everything okay over there?” Paige asked as her gaze flicked to the boy, who quickly snapped back to attention.

“Oh—uh—yeah!” he stammered, now flustered as he scrambled to scoop Aliana’s ice cream. “Sorry, uh, what flavor did you want again?”

Azzi glanced at Paige out of the corner of her eye, biting back a smirk as she caught on to what was happening. “Vanilla,” she said smoothly. “With rainbow sprinkles, please.”

The boy nodded quickly, focusing entirely on the task at hand now. Meanwhile, Paige leaned a little closer to Azzi, her arm brushing against hers. “You know,” she said, “it’s funny how some people forget to focus on their job and not a pretty married woman.”

Azzi laughed under her breath, her hand instinctively resting on Paige’s lower back. “Jealous of a teenage boy, are we?” she teased quietly, glancing at Paige with a raised brow.

“Not jealous,” Paige replied, though the playfulness in her eyes betrayed her. “Just making sure everyone knows what’s off-limits.”

Azzi laughed at that, her own left hand rising to brush a stray hair from Pagie’s face, conveniently flashing her stacked engagement and wedding ring in the process. The hard to miss diamond caught the light, and the boy’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he hurriedly finished their order.

“Here you go!” he said, setting all the ice cream down on the counter. “Enjoy your day!”

“Thanks,” Paige said, her smile sweet but tinged with satisfaction as she took the cone and handed it to Aliana, who squealed in delight as Paige handed the boy a $50.

As they walked toward a nearby table, Azzi leaned into Paige, her voice low and teasing. “You’re ridiculous for being jealous of a teenage boy, you know that right?”

Paige grinned, slipping her arm around Azzi’s waist. “I wasn’t jealous. Just appalled.”

Azzi shook her head, laughing as they settled at their table.

As they sat in the booth, Aliana was perched comfortably on Azzi’s lap, her small hands carefully clutching her cone, she was completely engrossed in devouring her ice cream. Paige sat beside them, her arm draped over the back of the booth. She chuckled as she noticed ice cream starting to drip down Aliana’s chin.

“Hold still, baby girl,” Paige said, grabbing a napkin and leaning over to gently wipe Aliana’s face. “You’re making a mess.”

Azzi laughed softly, glancing at Paige as she swiped her spoon into Paige’s barely-touched bowl of ice cream. “You know, if you’re not going to eat this, I might as well.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Help yourself, thief. I didn’t realize you ordered two desserts.”

Azzi took a dramatic bite, savoring it. “What can I say? Your ice cream always tastes better than mine.”

“That’s because it’s mine,” Paige shot back. “If I wanted to share, I would’ve gotten a bigger bowl.”

Azzi shrugged, unbothered, and took another bite. “Guess you’ll just have to stop me then.”

Paige leaned closer, her voice lowering. “Oh, trust me, I will.”

Azzi leaned in and the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Paige’s smirk deepened as her eyes flicked down to Azzi’s lips licking her own. Azzi raised an eyebrow silently asking her what she was going to do about it. Before their game could escalate, a small voice broke through their moment.

“Mama... Mommy,” Aliana said, her voice drawing their attention. Both women turned to look at her, their teasing forgotten.

Aliana tilted her head up, her big brown eyes wide and innocent, her dimple peeking through as she smiled up at them. Her face was smeared with vanilla ice cream, and a tiny portion sat on the tip of her nose.

Paige couldn’t help but laugh as she reached out to gently swipe the ice cream from her daughter’s nose. “What is it, princess?”

Aliana grinned, holding up her sticky cone proudly. “This is the best ice cream ever!”

Azzi chuckled, pulling back her daughter’s curls into a ponytail so she wouldn’t get ice cream in her hair. “Yeah? You think so, huh?”

Aliana nodded enthusiastically, her giggles bubbling as she looked between her moms. “But... I think you love each other more than ice cream.”

Paige and Azzi exchanged a look, both breaking into warm laughter. Paige leaned over, pressing a kiss to Aliana’s sticky cheek. “You’re not wrong, pretty girl.”

Azzi smiled, wrapping her arms more securely around Aliana and resting her chin lightly on her daughter’s head. “But you’re our favorite, even more than ice cream.”

Aliana beamed, her dimple deepening. “Good! ’Cause I love you both more than ice cream too.”

Paige’s eyes widened in playful surprise, her blue eyes sparkling as she leaned in closer. “Oh wow, that’s a big deal. You sure you can commit to that?”

Aliana nodded enthusiastically, her face lighting up with pride. “You guys are my favorite-est!”

Azzi shook her head in amusement as she reached down to wipe Aliana’s face. “Ana, baby, you don’t have to add the -est at the end.”

Paige chuckled, her hand resting on Azzi’s as she teased, “Maybe she’s just really emphasizing it for dramatic effect.”

Aliana giggled, her little face scrunching up with the effort to understand. “I just really reawly love you guys!”

Paige smiled warmly, pulling Aliana closer to kiss the top of her head. “We really really love you too, princess.”

Azzi kissed the other side of Aliana’s head, her voice soft. “You’re our whole world, baby.”

Aliana snuggled into her moms, her ice cream temporarily forgotten, a happy contentment washing over her. “I love you soooo much,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.

…

Later that night, the house was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Paige had just finished putting Aliana to bed while Azzi was in the shower, taking some extra time to wash her hair. The bathroom door opened, and steam flowed out as Azzi stepped into the bedroom, her hair still damp.

Paige, already sprawled out on the bed in her pajamas, let out a low, playful whistle. “Well, damn,” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Shut up hornball,” she muttered, though her tone was affectionate.

“Is she asleep?” Azzi asked, rubbing a towel through her curls as she made her way to the dresser.

Paige nodded, her eyes following Azzi’s every move. “Out like a light,” she replied, leaning back against the pillows.

Azzi finally tossed the towel aside and turned toward the bed. The warm glow from the bedside lamp bathed the room in a soft light as she climbed onto the bed, settling herself over Paige to straddle her hips resting her hands on Paige’s stomach.

Paige’s gaze softened, her hands instinctively resting on Azzi’s waist. It always amazed Azzi how her wife looked at her as if she were the most breathtaking thing in the world, even after all these years.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, the silence filled with a comfortable warmth as they took in each other’s presence after their long day. Then Azzi leaned down, her damp curls cascading to one side as her lips met Paige’s in a kiss.

Paige sighed into the kiss, her thumbs brushing lightly over the fabric of Azzi’s shirt where it rested on her hips. Azzi pulled back slightly, her brown eyes meeting Paige’s. “Are you tired?” she asked softly.

Paige shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “No. You?”

Azzi mirrored her response with a small shake of her head. “No,” she murmured, leaning back down to plant soft, lingering kisses along Paige’s neck.

Paige closed her eyes, her breath hitching as Azzi’s lips trailed over her skin. Her hands instinctively tightened their hold on Azzi’s waist, pulling her just a little closer.

When Azzi found a particularly sensitive spot, she bit down gently, eliciting a low groan from Paige. Azzi chuckled softly against her skin, her breath warm as she said, “You gotta be quiet.”

Paige mumbled, “Yeah, yeah I will.”

Azzi smirked, pressing another kiss to the same spot she’d bitten, satisfied with the way Paige’s body responded. “You always say that,” she mumbled, her lips brushing against Paige’s skin as she continued kissing her neck, “but then you’re not.”

Paige let out a soft scoff, her hands gliding up Azzi’s sides. “You don’t really have room to talk.”

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully, lifting her head just enough to shoot Paige a look. “Whatever,” she muttered before trailing more kisses down Paige’s neck, taking her time to savor the moment but also moving with a little quickness having been interrupted the last few times.

Paige’s breathing grew heavier as Azzi moved lower. Paige’s hands slid to rest on Azzi’s shoulders, grounding herself as the warmth between them grew.

Azzi paused, sitting up briefly to tug off her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her damp curls framed her face as she leaned back down, her lips now traveling further down Paige’s body.

Paige let out a shaky breath, her fingers tangling in Azzi’s curls as she tried to keep herself composed. Her jaw tightened, her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly as she fought to stay quiet.

But just as Azzi reached Paige’s waistband, a small, sleepy voice called out from the other side of the door. “Mama?”

Paige froze, her eyes snapping open as her hands flew up to cover her face. She groaned quietly, the sound muffled by her palms.

Azzi stilled, dropping her forehead to Paige’s stomach with an exasperated laugh. “Of course,” she mumbled, her voice tinged with slight amusement.

Azzi sighed, still resting her forehead on Paige’s stomach, reluctant to move and completely let go of the moment. She stayed where she was, just in case whatever was happening on the other side of the door resolved itself quickly.

Without lifting her head, Azzi called out, “Yes, sweetheart?” her voice is gentle but carries through the room. She knew Paige might need a few more seconds to gather herself before speaking.

There was a pause before Aliana’s voice called back, recognizing Azzi’s voice. “No, I want Mama!”

Paige let out a soft laugh, running her hands over her face one last time before lowering them to her sides. She looked down at Azzi, who was still sprawled against her with a small grin.

They both chuckled before Paige finally yelled, “What’s wrong, baby?”

The answer came almost immediately, and they could practically hear the pout in Aliana’s voice as she replied, “I wanna sleep with you.”

Azzi sighed again, this time with a mixture of amusement and defeat, her lips curling into a smile. She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige’s lips before sitting up. “We tried,” she muttered, a playfulness in her eyes.

Paige smiled, watching as Azzi stood and moved to open the door. Azzi scooped Aliana up effortlessly, cradling her against her chest as she walked back toward the bed. Aliana, as if on cue, practically threw herself into Paige’s arms, a loud giggle escaping her.

It was always amusing to Paige and Azzi how, at times, their daughter would make up her mind so suddenly about who she wanted to hold her. One moment she’d reach for Azzi relentlessly, the next, she’d be crying over Paige, with no rhyme or reason.

“Mommy, where’s your shirt?” Aliana asked innocently, her wide brown eyes filled with curiosity.

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh. “Mommy was hot,” she replied easily, raising an eyebrow as she climbed back into the bed with them.

Aliana scrunched up her little face and pouted slightly, “It’s cold in here.”

Paige grinned at her daughter’s observation. Without warning, she tickled Aliana’s sides, causing the little girl to burst into uncontrollable giggles. The playful sound filled the room as Aliana squirmed in Paige’s arms, losing her train of thought.

Paige laughed along, her heart swelling with the simple joy of the moment, before she finally relented and stopped. “Alright, alright time to go to bed, smartie pants,” she teased, kissing the top of Aliana’s head before leaning over to kiss Azzi softly.

Azzi, smiling at the interaction, reached over and turned off the lamp, the soft glow of the room now replaced by the darkness of the night.

Aliana, still giggling a little, settled onto Paige’s chest, her tiny body relaxing as she snuggled in. Paige gently pulled her thumb out of her mouth, trying to encourage her to break the habit early.

After a moment, Paige pulled Azzi closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her lips. The softness of Azzi’s body against hers was grounding, like a constant she never wanted to let go of.

Aliana, not to be left out these days, huffed in a mock-disgruntled way, pulling Paige’s face toward hers and giving her a small pout. “No kissing, Mama. Only for me” she said, making Paige and Azzi laugh softly at the interruption.

“Goodnight, princess,” Paige whispered, talking to Azzi but kissing Aliana’s forehead.

“Goodnight, my love,” Azzi added softly, leaning over to place a quick kiss on Paige’s cheek.

The room fell quiet, except for the soft breaths of their daughter as she drifted off to sleep while Paige and Azzi laid there mumbling to each other quietly about everything and nothing.

…

The next morning, Paige woke up alone, the large bed beside her empty. She stretched, groggily pulling the blankets around her as she lay there for a moment, her hair sprawled across the pillow in soft tangles. The quiet morning settled around her until the sound of Aliana’s voice reached her ears from downstairs.

“I want Mama!” her daughter’s voice rang out, followed by Azzi’s, a little gentler, “Mama’s sleeping, baby. Patience, remember.”

Paige smiled to herself at the sound, but then a sudden clatter broke the peace, and Azzi’s voice, a little louder now, called out, “Aliana Bueckers you know better!” Paige couldn't help but chuckle softly under her breath at her wife’s tone.

Paige groaned softly and stretched again, dragging herself out of bed. She quickly pulled her hair into a messy bun and shuffled to the bathroom to brush her teeth before heading downstairs.

When she walked into the kitchen, the first thing she noticed was Aliana, sitting in her high chair with tears streaming down her face, clearly upset. Azzi was standing by the stove, holding a spatula, her back slightly turned toward the table.

Before she could process much else, Aliana’s arms shot out toward her, wailing, “Mama!”

Paige’s heart twisted but she immediately moved toward Azzi first, gently taking the spatula from her hand. “I got it, baby,” she said softly, planting a quick kiss on Azzi’s lips, “And good morning, beautiful.”

Azzi smiled at the affection, her eyes soft, but Aliana’s whine grew louder, impatient at the attention between them. The little girl reached for Paige desperately, her arms outstretched. Lately, whenever Paige showed Azzi any affection, Aliana seemed to try and push Azzi away, saying, “No, Mommy!” as if she couldn’t stand the idea of sharing Paige’s attention.

Paige couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound of Aliana’s jealousy endearing despite the chaos it created.

Azzi sighed and smiled, stepping back slightly. “You don’t have to baby. I got it.”

Paige kissed Azzi one more time, murmuring, “Go, relax. I got this.” Azzi didn’t argue this time, offering Paige a smile before walking out of the kitchen.

Paige turned back to the stove and flipped the pancake before going over to Aliana, her arms opening to gather the little girl into her arms. “Hey, baby girl,” Paige whispered softly, kissing the top of her head and calming her down with gentle rocking.

It took a few moments, but soon enough, Aliana’s tears subsided, and she relaxed in Paige’s arms. Paige smiled down at her daughter, brushing a stray curl from her forehead before speaking again.

“You need to apologize to Mommy, pretty girl,” Paige said softly, her tone a little more serious.

Aliana whined at the idea, her lower lip trembling, but Paige’s voice remained firm. “Aliana.”

Reluctantly, Aliana stopped whining, looking up at Paige with big, innocent eyes.

“You love Mommy, don’t you?” Paige asked gently.

Aliana’s eyes immediately brightened, and she nodded enthusiastically, her dimple popping out as she grinned. Paige’s heart melted, and she gave her daughter another kiss on the forehead.

“Exactly,” Paige replied. “And you did something you weren’t supposed to, baby.”

Aliana’s face fell, a small pout forming on her lips as she looked down at her hands.

Paige’s voice was gentle but insistent as she continued, “What did you do wrong, sweet girl? Can you tell me?”

Aliana’s pout deepened, and her little eyes glistened with the start of more tears thinking about it. In her three-year-old words, she hesitated for a moment before speaking up, her voice tiny. “Threw fruit... momma made me... and I’m not posed to…”

Paige hummed, nodding as she listened. “And why is that bad, baby?”

Aliana looked up at Paige, her bottom lip quivering as she answered in her best logic, “I need to be gwateful... and use my words…”

Paige’s heart swelled with pride as she listened to her daughter’s simple but important understanding. She nodded, her smile tender. “Exactly, baby.”

She gently wiped away Aliana’s wet cheeks, smoothing her hair back. “You don’t need to cry, sweet girl. You’re not in trouble. You just need to understand why what you did was wrong.”

Paige carefully lifted Aliana onto the counter. Aliana’s small face remained serious for a moment before it softened into a look of understanding.

“There’s no need to cry, okay?” Paige reassured her gently, resting a hand on her daughter’s back. “We just want you to learn, so you can be the best girl you can be.”

Aliana gave a small nod, her lips still pouting but her little body relaxing into Paige’s touch.

Paige helped Aliana down from the counter. The moment her feet hit the ground, Aliana ran, her little legs moving fast as she darted toward the living room. Paige smiled as she watched her daughter, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the floor filling the house.

Azzi was sitting on the couch, a book in her hands, but she immediately looked up when she heard Aliana’s excited giggles. She put the book down and smiled, watching Aliana’s wild morning hair bounce with each step.

Aliana clumsily climbed up onto the couch, her tiny hands grabbing at the cushion before she scrambled into Azzi’s lap, her eyes wide and sincere.

“I’m sorry for doin’ somethin’ I’m not posed to,” Aliana said, her voice a little jumbled as she tried to get the words out. “I love fruit... I pwomise I’m gwateful mommy.”

Azzi’s heart melted as she smoothed out Aliana’s wild curls. “It’s okay, sweet girl,” she whispered, kissing the top of Aliana’s head.

Aliana’s face lit up at the words, her little dimple popping out as she looked up at Azzi with wide eyes. “You not mad at me?” she asked, her voice full of hope.

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek. “I could never be mad at you.”

The two of them stayed there for a while, Aliana nestled comfortably in Azzi’s lap, watching her as Azzi continued reading. Every so often, Aliana would try to “read” the book too, her eyes tracing the words, but it was clear she was more focused on mimicking Azzi than actually recognizing the text. She’d point at random words, saying them as if she understood, but it was all just part of her little pretend game.

The warmth of the moment wrapped around them both until Paige’s voice cut through the quiet. She stood at the entrance of the living room with a smile.

“Breakfast is ready, bookworms,” Paige called out.

Azzi and Aliana both looked up, Aliana’s face breaking into a grin. “We coming, Mama!” she giggled.

Azzi smiled at Paige, before giving Aliana a gentle squeeze. “Come on, baby, let’s go eat,” she said, helping Aliana slide off her lap and stand up.

Aliana, still holding onto Azzi’s hand, ran ahead toward the kitchen, giggling all the way. Paige watched them go, her eyes full of love, before she followed them into the kitchen,

They sat down at the kitchen table, the morning light streaming through the windows, casting a soft glow over the scene. Aliana, sat between her two mothers, clasped her hands together in front of her. Her small voice was a little jumbled as she started her prayer, mimicking the words Paige had taught her.

"Th-thank you for mommy, and mama... and... food..." Aliana stumbled through the words, her little brow furrowing as she focused hard, trying to remember everything. Paige and Azzi both smiled down at her, their hearts swelling at the sight of their daughter trying so earnestly.

When Aliana finished, she looked up at them with her big brown eyes, full of innocence and pride for having made it through her prayer. There was a brief pause before, with no warning, Aliana grabbed both of their heads and pulled them together in a surprise move.

Paige and Azzi blinked in shock, but before they could react, Aliana giggled, her tiny hands pushing their faces together. “Kiss!” she demanded with a smile.

Caught off guard but amused, Paige leaned in and kissed Azzi softly, the light touch between them full of affection. Aliana beamed at the sight, her dimple deepening as she witnessed her parents sharing the love she had so often seen and now randomly enjoyed.

With the kiss over, Aliana clapped her hands together, clearly satisfied with the result, before turning her attention to the food on the table.

"Yay!" she cheered, reaching for a fork, eager to dive into her breakfast.

Paige and Azzi laughed softly, their hearts light as they both picked up their utensils.

…

Later that day as they walked back into the house, the weight of a long practice settled around them. Both Paige and Azzi had already showered, their muscles still buzzing with the remnants of the workout.

Aliana, as usual, had run herself ragged in the practice facility. The little girl had spent the better part of the session darting around, mimicking the moves of the older players, laughing as she tried to keep up with them. By the time they’d made it home, she had passed out cold in Paige’s arms, her tiny body nestled against her mom’s shoulder. Paige walked carefully, trying not to disturb her, the soft weight of Aliana’s breath against her neck lulling her into a sense of peace.

They reached Aliana's room, and Paige gently laid her down on the bed, pulling off her shoes and tucking the blankets around her. She lingered for a moment, brushing a few stray hairs from Aliana’s face and kissing her forehead softly.

Turning to Azzi, Paige smiled softly. “I’ll grab our bags from the car, baby you can go relax,” she said, her voice warm, filled with the ease of being home.

Azzi returned the smile, but before Paige could step away, Azzi pulled her closer, cupping her face with both hands and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The kiss started slow, tender, but quickly deepened as Azzi shifted the energy between them. Paige’s lips parted in surprise as Azzi’s hand slid down her back, pulling her closer, the heat of their bodies radiating through the air.

Azzi’s lips hovered against Paige’s, breath warm as she whispered, “Meet me in the room when you’re done.”

Paige’s breath caught in her throat as Azzi pulled back, her hands moving to strip off her shirt, revealing the toned muscles of her back. She turned around swaying her hips with an effortless confidence as she walked toward their bedroom.

Paige stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide as her mind raced to catch up with the sight before her. The sight of Azzi’s back, the way her body moved with such natural grace, sent a jolt of desire through Paige. She blinked, her heart pounding, before shaking herself out of her daze.

Without a second thought, Paige turned and practically ran down the stairs, eager to finish what she'd started.

By the time Paige reached the top of the stairs again, her breath still uneven from her run, her eyes searched the room for Azzi. She found her, of course, sitting on the bed. The sight of her wife in their private space, in their sanctuary, made the rest of the world feel distant. Paige closed the door behind her, her voice slipping into the room with. “Can’t wait, huh?”

Azzi, hearing the door close, looked up slowly. Her eyes locked onto Paige’s, a mischievous smile curving her lips. "You better hurry up," she teased, her tone drenched in that sultry, warmth that always made Paige’s pulse quicken.

Paige couldn’t help but smile, a gleam in her eyes. “Trust me I’m taking my time with you today,” she murmured.

Paige’s fingers brushed against the hem of her shirt, swiftly yanking it over her head, her eyes never leaving Azzi's. Paige lingered for just a moment, hovering inches away from Azzi, the heat between them building as if the room itself could feel the anticipation.

Without warning, Paige grinned, using her strength to roll them both to the side, pulling Azzi on top of her. Azzi’s laughter bubbled up, a sound Paige adored. The weight of Azzi’s body on hers sent a surge of warmth through Paige’s chest as she didn’t hesitate to pull Azzi closer, her hands sliding firmly to her wife’s hips, giving her a playful tug. Azzi’s lips met hers in an urgent, desperate kiss, their mouths moving together in sync, catching up on all the little moments they'd missed.

They slowed the pace, savoring each kiss, each touch, as if they had all the time in the world, and for the night, they did. The world outside their bedroom felt far away, and even though their daughter slept soundly just down the hall, Paige and Azzi had carved out their own world in that moment just like they promised to always do when they said their vows.

[haartemis]

BIG EGO | Kylian Mbappé

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: people say you and kylian are the perfect match; both of you confident, unstoppable, and drawn to each other like magnets. when one evening you loyally defend him against snarky online critics, kylian shows his appreciation by proving once again that while his ego might be big, there’s something else of his that's even bigger...

warnings: smut!!! its all smut

a/n: this song feels like kylian so much lol, i figured i had to write something based on it. writing smut is still so hard *no pun intended* 🥲 feedback is welcome

you know kylian better than anyone else.

he’s kind, funny, smart, but above all, he’s confident. he doesn’t downplay his talent or pretend not to notice the greatness everyone else sees in him. instead, he’s matter of fact about it, and you find that quality of his charming, magnetic, and infuriatingly sexy. why?because you’re the same.

you know your worth. why move through the world being fake humble? you’re aware of who you are, what you’re capable of, and you don’t see the point in pretending otherwise. there’s no reward in dimming your light to make others feel comfortable. it’s not arrogance; it’s confidence. but for many men, especially those you were romantically involved with in the past, your confidence often intimidated them, and they ran away.

not kylian, though.

when you first met him, a meddling stranger had warned with fake concern that kylian was 'too full of himself' and therefore bad news. yet from the very first conversation it was like seeing yourself reflected in someone else. the same drive to succeed in your careers, the same unwavering self assurance. where others saw you as a threat, he saw you as an equal partner, and he didn’t shrink away from you. instead, he was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. or more accurately, like fire meeting fire. together, you bring out the best in each other.

"what a beautiful couple!' people usually exclaim at weddings, birthday parties, or any social gathering. they admire the way you hold yourselves, the way your personalities mesh in such a perfect way. you understand why it works: you see the best in yourselves, and you see it in each other too. and sometimes you play up the cockiness people project onto you two, just cuz it's fun. especially in the bedroom, when its just you two and you can bask in each other's love.

but sometimes, that projection can get under your skin. tonight is one of those nights.

you’ve just gotten back home after an evening game at the bernabeu, a game the team won. it feels like he’s hitting his stride again, growing sharper and more confident in the white shirt he’s always dreamed of wearing. he scored a nice goal, yet the trolls online still seem determined to tear him down.

kylian has never really minded it. whether praise or criticism, he’s used to people talking about him. he knows football fans can be fickle and reactionary, so he usually doesn't put much weight onto whatever they say. in fact, he makes a point to stay offline most of the time, to disconnect from the craziness of twitter. but you? you're very online, and sometimes you can’t help but want to bite back on his behalf.

you’re scrolling through your twitter timeline, sitting on your bed waiting for kylian to come to bed so you can call it a night, when one tweet catches your eye: “the dictator is destroying the locker room”

you roll your eyes. you scroll down and find another: “he’s so arrogant, always calling himself one of the best players in the world”

the audacity.

before you can think twice, your fingers are already typing away. “he talks like this cuz he can back it up!” you hit send, satisfaction coursing through you at having shut up one more idiot spewing nonsense on the internet.

“what are you doing?” kylian’s voice pulls you back to reality.

you glance up, and your breath hitches. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, having just emerged from the walk-in closet wearing his usual bedtime attire: absolutely nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. your gaze involuntarily slides over the sharp planes of his abs, to his bulging crotch where you can see a hint of a curve beneath the waistband, then finally to his powerful, sculpted thighs. you swallow hard at the sight.

“nothing” you say, a little too quickly.

his eyebrows lift, and he steps closer before sitting down on the bed beside you, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes scan the screen, and his smirk widens. “defending my honor online huh?”

you fold your arms, suddenly defensive. “they were saying ridiculous things and you’re too chill about it”

he shakes his head, chuckling softly. “ma chérie, people have been talking about me for years. i don’t care what they say. why do you?”

“because you deserve better” you say, your voice firm. “they act like it’s a crime that you're confident. it pisses me off”

his expression softens. he cups your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “i don’t need anyone to fight my battles” he says, his voice low. “but it’s cute that you want to”

you glare at him half heartedly. “i’m not cute. i’m right”

“you’re both” he says, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. “and just so you know, i love that you’re always in my corner. i think it's really hot”

he presses his lips to the soft curve of your neck, breathing you in before pressing slow kisses, lips dragging a trail of shivers in their wake. his fingers find the thin strap of your camisole, sliding it down your shoulder as his hands begin to roam from your shoulders to your waist, before tracing the curve of your hips and gliding over your thighs.

then his lips move to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips with ease. your hands move instinctively, one cradling the back of his head, while the other grazes the nape of his neck with your nails. you know exactly what that does to him, the way it sends a shiver rippling through his body. his sharp inhale against your mouth tells you you’ve hit your mark, and it only encourages you, pulling him closer as the kiss grows even more heated.

“that skirt you wore tonight…” he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping under the hem of your pajama shorts and gripping your upper thighs. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? showing off these legs. in the tunnel when you were waiting for me, all the guys there were staring at you”

you break the kiss. “jealous?”

“no" he says calmly. “there’s no one better than me"

you know he means it. and it turns you on.

he continues, “they can try, but they’ll never make your head turn, because no one compares to me”

your hand wanders to his bulge, and you hear his breath hitch as you rub him through his boxers.

“such a huge ego” you tease.

he just shrugs in response, a proud smirk playing on his face. the same smirk he has in press conferences when he’s outsmarted a slick journalist fishing for a soundbite to twist out of context.

you lick the palm of your hand and slide it inside his boxers, eagerly pulling him out. his hips involuntarily jerk at the contact, and you smirk. you swipe your fingers over the fat, swollen head, admiring the sight of what's in your hand. he’s so warm, so so hard, so smooth. and all yours to play with.

“y/n” his voice comes out rugged. “fuck that’s good”

you like watching all of his control dissolve. love replacing that smirk on his face with an agonized look.

“tell me what else is good” you murmur as you slowly stroke him, tightening your grip.

kylian groans, his head tipping back. 

“being inside you. that’s the best” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. “but you already know that”

your smirk widens as you lean closer to him. “i do” you tease, your lips brushing against his ear. your tongue peeks out and sensually drags over his lobe before you bite it, eliciting a breathy sigh from him. “but I like hearing you say it”

you keep stroking him, and the faster you jerk his dick, the more he falls apart. soon he’s moaning, catching your wrist with one strong hand, begging you, “no more. don’t make me come before i get inside you”

you pout before slowing your movements, running your thumb over one thick vein running up the length of him. 

“y/n” he groans, his hips jerking once again. unable to resist, you press a chaste kiss to the place where the vein meets the head. your mouth is watering for him.

but just as you're about to get down on your knees so you can finally put him in your mouth, he suddenly moves, his hands slipping under your thighs to lift you effortlessly and laying you back against the bed. his body hovers over yours, and his gaze locks onto yours, intense and dark with arousal. 

“i was about to suck you off” you whine. 

he grins. "you'll get to, any time you want. its all yours. but i want to taste you tonight"

his mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing softly before his teeth scrape against your skin. you let out a contented sigh, his words making you very excited for what's to come.

his hands slide under your camisole, pushing it up and over your head in one fluid motion. the cool air meets your heated skin, and his eyes lazily glide over your naked form. he tweaks one nipple, and you shiver.

his hands go lower, and he gently lifts you up by the hip so can he slide your shorts and panties off you. 

“no one compares to you either, you know” he says, his voice thick with meaning as he shifts lower on the bed, his broad shoulders spreading your legs with ease. he pauses, glancing up at you with that infuriatingly confident wink. “not in this lifetime. or the next. or ever. we’re the same. that's why we're made for each other”

and with that, he dips his head, his mouth finding its rightful place.

you let out a quiet yelp as his tongue slides through your folds inquisitively, as if it hasn’t been there a hundred times before. it's warm and probing, and almost reverent, like you're a delicious meal he's trying to savor. his beard that you make fun of serves its purpose in times like these; it rasps against the tender spot where your thighs meet your ass, and the friction amplifies everything, every sensation sharper, hotter, better. you can't help but arch into him, craving more.

and then there’s his hand, his fingers working your clit in such fast, insistent circles that if he stops you might kill him. the intensity builds so quickly it’s almost unbearable, and you grip the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you. you’re lying on a bed, yes, but his tongue is making you so weak you’re sure you’ll fall apart if it wasn’t for one of his strong arms wrapped around your upper thigh  holding you in place. even then, you writhe and squirm, eyes shut in ecstasy, mouth repeating “yes, please”s and “oh my god”s and nothing else. 

when you finally come, the pleasure rolls through you in waves, leaving you boneless and trembling. still, he doesn’t stop. his tongue stokes you through the aftershock,  even as your muscles turn into liquid and your body feels like it’s floating.

he finally relents when you place your hand on his head and shake him slightly. he looks up, his lips and the tip of his pretty nose glistening from your wetness, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. he’s got a smug look on his face. “see? who else could do this to you?”

you don’t answer him with words; instead, you let your body speak for you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down to you, drawing his mouth to yours. the kiss is slow and languid, your lips moving against his as you savor the taste of yourself on him. 

when your breath steadies and the aftermath of your orgasm fades into a warm feeling, you nip at his bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling back. the smirk that crosses his face tells you he already knows what’s coming next.

because it’s kylian, and he knows you as intimately as you know yourself. because it always feels like he can read your mind, like your desires are two halves of the same whole. without a word, he rolls onto his back, sprawling against the sheets compliantly, leaving himself open for you to ride him.

you waste no time, sliding over him and straddling his strong thigh, the muscles beneath you flexing beautifully. his hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself. your bodies align perfectly, and as you sink down onto him, he slides home with ease.

there’s no painful friction, but there’s still a small pleasurable ache, the stretch that always comes with him. no matter how many times you’ve done this, your body always needs a moment to adjust, to accommodate him. the slight burn is part of the experience, a reminder of just how much of him there is. he groans low in his throat as you take him fully, the sound vibrating through your chest. "you're so big" you moan.

“you okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough but caring.

you nod, resting your palms on his chest as you steady yourself. “yeah” you whisper. "i can handle you"

his lips curve into a  grin, his hands tightening on your hips. “i know” he says, his tone shifting “we fit so good. i told you, we're made for each other”

his words send a shiver through you as you rise slowly and sinking back down on him again. the drag of his cock against your walls sends sparks shooting through your body, and you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan. kylian’s gaze never leaves you, his dark eyes filled with heat and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.

“fuck, you’re perfect” he breathes, his fingers pressing into your skin as you find your rhythm.

you move with deliberate slowness at first,  your hips rolling as you grind against him. the sensation is exhilarating, the way he fills you, stretches you, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing worth watching in the world.

leaning down, you press your lips to his ear. “you like watching me take you like this, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice dripping with confidence. “because I’m so fucking hot”

he groans, his hands sliding up your sides, over your ribs, until they find your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “you're so fucking hot” he agrees, his hips bucking slightly, pushing even deeper.

you pick up the pace, riding him with more intensity now, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. his hands guide your movements, helping you find just the right angle, and soon you’re both lost in the heat of it, in the raw, unending need for each other. from time to time you lean down to give him a better view of your breasts, the way you know he likes it.

when his hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, it’s almost too much. the added stimulation sends you over the edge, your head tipping back as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“ky” you cry out, your hands clutching at his chest as you fall apart around him.

“baby” he groans. he repeats his upward thrusts, holding you in place so you can do nothing but take it. again, again, and again, until you tighten yourself around him so much he has no chance of holding it off. his own release chases after yours.

finally he stills, his body tensing as he lets go, a deep, guttural moan leaving his mouth. 

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. then he reaches up, cupping your face and pulling you down for a kiss. It’s slow and tender, a contrast to the fire that had just consumed you both.

when you finally pull away, his lips curve into a lazy smile. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

you smirk, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "of course i do”

you know he knows you mean it.

his laugh is soft, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “god, i love you” he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

you lean down, pressing your forehead to his. “i love you too, ky” you whisper.

slowly, you lift yourself off him, feeling the tender ache as you slide him out of you. you settle back onto the bed beside him, the sheets cool against your hot, sweaty skin. for a while, you both just lie there catching your breath.

“what was that tweet you saw about me earlier?” kylian asks a little later, after you’ve taken care of the mandatory post sex clean up routine and gotten back in bed.

“hmm?”

“earlier,” he repeats, turning his head to look at you. “i saw your reply, but I didn’t see the tweet you were replying to. what did it say?”

“oh that” you giggle. there’s still so much endorphins rushing in you that you can’t even find the anger you felt earlier when you saw the tweet. “it said you’re destroying the real madrid locker room”

kylian arranges his face into a mock scowl. “nonsense” he says, lips twitching. he pauses for dramatic effect, and you know what he’s about to say. “the only thing I destroy is this pussy”

you both burst out laughing. 

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Keeping Up With The Leclercs |

a/n: this is the more detailed version of the chapters!! y/n has no face claim, the pictures I use are just for reference.

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It was an unusually rainy day in Monte Carlo as the Leclerc twins sat at their mother’s house. y/n was on live with her fans building a lego set while arthur was playing the piano in the back.

“y/n what’s the lip oil you use, it’s so pretty, aw thankyou! I use the Dior lip oil in the shade poppy coral!” She smiles showcasing the product before putting it away.

“oh by the way, I’m back home in Monaco for a bit so that’s my brother playing the piano, he’s very good at it” she says as she continues to build a Lego sit, well atleast until her brother arthur comes into the screen.

“c'est tellement moche” that’s so ugly he says chuckling as her jaw drops. “tu es du genre à parler” you’re one to talk

Soon, Arthur had started helping her as the soft rain pattered against the window of their maman’s cozy house. “y/n who’s your favorite sibling, hmm…” she goes into deep thinking as arthur looks at her expectantly, “Lorenzo” she simply says as arthur scoffs “Not your twin brother?” “…definitely not” she chuckles as they engage in their usual sibling banter.

“I guess someone’s upset a certain someone is out of their league” Arthur nudges her, she gave him a warning look, “aw what’s the matter? You upset that Jo-” before he could finish she puts a hand on his mouth “fermez-la!” Shut up!

arthur chuckles as he nodded “bien sûr chéri” sure cheri he says as they continue building it. It was a studio ghibli's "howls moving castle" and it was so cute. Once they were finished they showed it to the people watching the live, “it’s so cute!” She says admiring their work. It was late so they decided to end the live saying goodbyes to everyone who watched.

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Now, she was in the middle of packing up her suitcase as Arthur scrolled through his phone laying down on her bed. "So how long are you going to be in the US for?" Arthur casually asks, "hmm about a month, and then ill meet up with Charles and Alexandra in Venice for a bit" she says as she packed everything.

"Damn, booked a lot of jobs for once? I'm surprised anyone would cast your ugly face" he chuckles making her roll her eyes, "don't you have some relationship problems to worry about" she fires back making his face drop. "Thats not fair! you know Carla-" before he finishes, their mother Pascale comes in as well.

"Salut Maman" hello mama they say unanimously, as she smiled at them. "Tu pars déjà ?" you're leaving already? she asks y/n as she sighs, "oui mama" yes mama she says hugging her mom. Pascale wraps her arms around the girl tightly, "ton voyage a paru si court, reviens plus souvent à Monaco ma petite fille" your trip felt so short, come back to Monaco more often my little girl. y/n smiles, "I promise I will maman" she says as she packs the last of her things.

Pascale takes a seat next to Arthur on y/n's bad, "so what all do you have planned for the month?" Arthur asks. y/n sits down, "I'm actually not sure, Lucille sent me an entire list of my schedule, I'm actually so grateful for my manager" she chuckles as she pulls up her schedule on the phone. "How is Lucille by the way?" Arthur says his cheeks a bit red, she glares at him "You stay away from Lucille" she says as his face drops "What! why!" he says as Pascale looks at them in confusion, "why cherie?" she asks confused as well.

"A. you're a terrible boyfriend, B. you have to sort things out with Carla because I love her, and C. I'm not going to let you mess up a good thing going on for me" she says crossing her arms, Arthur groans "I am not!" he says to his twin who scoffs "Do you know the amount of friendships I have lost because of you and Charles?" she says. "Fine fine ill stay away from Lucille quelle galère" what a drag he says rolling his eyes. "Maman tell him to stay away from Lucille" she says, "ok ok je pense qu'il comprend" ok ok i think he gets it she says in her usual soft voice. Once things settle down, Arthur and Pascale exit the room so that she could get some rest before her very long and tiring flight.

The next morning as she's brushing her teeth she gets a call from Lucille, "Goodmorning y/n! I just sent you a screenshot of the boarding pass!" Lucille chirps, "Thankyou so much Lucille, ill see you when I land" she says as she hangs up. She quickly gets her hand bag ready making sure she has her essential such as her passport, and some self care products.

Arthur and Pascale drive her to the airport, she hugs both of them tightly, "I'll miss you guys" she says pulling away, "yeah yeah I guess I will too" Arthur says playfully rolling his eyes to which she punches his shoulder. "oh ma petite fille, envoie-moi un message quand tu atterris" oh my little girl, text me when you land as she pulls y/n into another tight hug to which she reciprocates. "oui maman" yes mama she says before finally going into the line. "she waves to them with a quick I love you and before she knows it, she's on the plane.

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charlesleclerc replied > safe travels cherie!

alexandrasaintmelux replied > see you soon ange!

she smiles as she responds to their messages, she shuts her phone off after a while. Her head resting on the airplane window as she extends her legs since she was in first class. her work in the US hadn't even started yet and she was already feeling so stressed. she had 38 modeling shoots, two runways, and about 7 public events, one of them including seeing one of her biggest crushes in just a month. she decides to just shut her eyes and let it go to the back of her head.

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monaco 24' you will be missed <3 @ alexandrasaintmleux, @ arthurleclerc, @ chanel

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alexandrasaintmleux mon petit amour💌 my little love

^ y/n.leclerc mon ange 💞 my angel

lorenzotl vous me manquez les gars ☹️ miss you guys

^ y/n.leclerc tu me manques davantage😔💞 miss you more

chanel that's our ambassador!🫡

^ y/n.leclerc my fav brand💌

lec1ercs sososo pretty

lilymean1 your white dress is so pretty! where's it from!

^ y/n.leclerc Chanel! the 2023 summer drop :)

asmcloset I love her friendship with Alex

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Natalia VI

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: An opponent gets angry at you

If you weren't so massively pissed at yourself, you could accept that the goal was beautiful.

Playing Manchester City wasn't for the weak, at least for a goalkeeper, and a pass to one of your defenders was intercepted and the shot came in quicker than you could move.

The City player came celebrating straight in your face, really rubbing it in.

That was the first straw.

The second straw came during injury time of the first half.

Another ball slotted neatly past your outstretched gloves.

She celebrates in your face again.

The final straw happens nearer the end of the match.

You save the goal on the line.

It's a near miss for you but you get it.

The City girl, the one that's been pressing you all match, doesn't think you saved it on the line. She thinks it went in.

She gets up into your face about it.

She's yelling something, hands waving around wildly.

Pernille watches anxiously.

You don't like being yelled at. You used to cry as a child whenever she and Magda so much as raised their voices. You used to keep your head down, folding your body in on itself and lowering your head. You used to sniffle for a few moments before bursting into uncontrollable sobs.

Even as Pernille yelled, her heart would break just because you seemed so broken up by it.

Not many people can match your height. You usually tower over everyone but this time you can't.

This girl seems even taller than you as she yells right in your face, jabbing you in your chest.

She's taller but you're stronger.

You square your shoulders, not even moving as her jabs get a bit more aggressive.

Pernille would be annoyed too, she thinks, if she'd already scored two goals, potentially a third and her team was still nowhere near Barcelona's six shiny goals.

Pernille would be angry too if her third shot was saved on the line.

But she'd never try to instigate anything. She would never start yelling at the keeper, trying to get needlessly aggressive.

Emotions run high on those first leg Champion's League semi-finals.

No one wants to go into the second leg with such a large deficit.

But aggression has no place on the pitch.

The girl shoves you back but you still stay strong, simply rocking back on your feet for a moment before righting yourself again.

There's a reason people call you a brick wall.

"Just shove her back," Pernille hears Magda mutter next to her.

"Magda!"

"What? That girl's gone crazy! She won't listen to reason. Fight fire with fire."

Pernille raises a brow. "Our daughter? You think our daughter will be shoving anyone?"

"Our daughter won't," Magda says confidently," But her girlfriend will."

The ref is coming towards the group from the halfway line.

So is Talia.

Talia gets there first.

She wiggles her way between the two of you and you give her the space to do so.

The City player is yelling.

Talia is yelling.

The City player shoves.

Talia shoves back.

They're up in each other's faces and it's like this referee is the slowest ref in the world.

"Go on," Magda murmurs," Get her! Get her!"

"Magda!" Pernille says again," Stop supporting violence!"

"I'm not! Just making sure she gets a taste of her own medicine! It was on the line! It didn't go in! She's just wasting time now."

Thankfully, it doesn't get any more violent than a few shoves and finger jabs but both Talia and the City girl get yellow cards.

The City girl walks off in an angry storm.

Talia takes it on the chin, a devilish smirk on her face and another goal slotted into City's net before the game is up.

"She looked a tad angry," Pernille notes as you amble towards her at the end of the match.

"Emotions are high, I guess," You say with a shrug, eyes darting to the side," Spot in the final up for grabs and all that."

"She was yelling. I know you don't like yelling. How are you feeling?"

You glance at her, shrugging again. "Sometimes, when people yell, I wonder what they'll do if I start crying at them. Like, if they continue to yell then they're an asshole but if they don't...What are they meant to do? Hug me?"

"An apology would be nice," Pernille teases," But, seriously? Are you okay?"

"I'd probably be worse if we'd lost but we didn't. We're in a good position for the second leg. Yeah, it was a good game. I'm okay."

Pernille holds your face in her hands for a moment, staring into your eyes to see if you're lying.

She can see no deceit in them so just pulls you into a hug.

"Yeah," She hears Magda say next to her," She's lucky I'm not playing anymore. Squaring up to my kid like that? I'd have swung at her."

Talia laughs. "I nearly did."

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hi love! i'd like to req emily smut, maybe a little more on the rough side if you'd be comfortable with that, where she gets jealous over reader and shows that through sex

if you want something less vague, it could be when reader brings emily lunch to her office and morgan keeps flirting with her, leading to some action in emily's office

I'll be doing these two together cause why not. I hope you don't mind! thanks for requesting, and I hope you liked it!!

jealousy - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the asks, it's a mix of both, it kind of took a turn, but i hope you still enjoy it! tw: jealousy, a very poor try at dom Emily, fingering, breast play?, idk tws are so hard once you've finished writing🥲, i think that's it lmk if i'm missing smth a/n: no idea if there's a way for me to link both asks here, someone lmk if there is

It's only 8.00 am when you enter the police station, two bodies in the past 12 hours required the early hours, everyone had to be focused, your mind had to be only in one place. However, this wasn't the case for all the people on that room.

The local police officer at the head of the case had some other things in his mind.

He starts by boldly checking you out, looks at you up and down, stopping and staring at the short tank top you were wearing, which makes you uncomfortable enough to cover yourself with your arms as much as you can.

The look your girlfriend sends to him doesn't go unnoticed to you, you start to believe she will set him on fire just with her stare, she places herself covering your body to shake his hand, which she gripes a bit too harder than the usual.

If you didn't know her any better, you would say she is jealous.

But there was just no way, right? Emily Prentiss doesn't get jealous, she's too confident for that, she has you so well wrapped around her finger, she doesn't need to be jealous. Right?

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"so you think this... unsub like you call him, could be on a killing spree because of his mother?" the agent asks you, staring at the last picture you just sticked to the board with a puzzled look.

"we're positive, we've seen this modus before, it's a clear pattern" you explain

"ugh, so talking about mommy issues" you can't help the little snicker that scapes your lips.

He looks triumphant, fully believes he's got you under his spell. He couldn't be more wrong.

The familiar hand that slides behind you on your lower back makes you jump, Emily comes around you, standing closer than she usually does.

"hey, what were you talking about?" she asks, tilting her head.

"oh, nothing just the case" you say, unbothered.

"just the case huh?" you turn your head to see how she's staring at him, as he walks away from you both.

"Em? what is it?" you ask suspicoisly.

"nothing, i just don't understand, what could be so funny if you were just talking about the case..." she says sarcastically

"oh my god" you try to keep your voice down, but the excitement is still noticeable "oh my god, Emily, you're jealous!"

"what? What do you mean I'm jealous?" her voice a couple octaves higher, making it so obvious to you she's lying.

"that's not even a real answer!" you say.

"ugh..." she lets out one of those little sounds she always makes when she knows she's been caught, you think it's adorable.

"ok, so maybe... maybe I just... don't like the way he looks at my girlfriend, so sue me!" she tries defending herself, but you couldn't take it seriously for your life, you find it adorable, the slight pink tinting her cheeks, her reassuring hand still resting on your lower back.

"Emily, c'mon, you know i love you" you kiss her cheek, she kisses you back but still doesn't look so convinced.

The thing is, you could not be any less attracted to that man, there was no way in the world you would find his flirting any appealing, but the idea of teasing Emily sounds too exciting.

A little fun never hurt anyone, right?

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"...hellooo, earth to Prentiss?"

Morgan waves a hand in front of Emily’s face and she’s brought back to reality.

"what?" she asks.

"i said, could you please put your frown away, you're scaring Reid" Spencer doesn't even hear the comment, too focused on the case file to even pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right beside him.

"my frown is just where it has to be, thank you" she says raising an eyebrow at that.

Derek gives a scoff, and Rossi chuckles at the whole stupidity of the situation. “If y/n can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you, she’s sure gonna think you're planning a murder.”

"i might just be" she mutters

"I think I know what's going on" Rossi intervenes "she isn't looking at y/n" he explains pointing at you "I think someone might be jealous"

You are only a few feet away, discussing your last findings with the detective, trying to laugh at every little thing he says, making sure Emily is watching.

"I'm not jealous" she defends "she is so clearly not interested, but what if she needs me to step in?" her attempt to make up a good excuse isn't good enough for any of them to buy it

"if that helps you, but all i can hear is jealousy" a big, cocky smile spread on Morgan's face, it's only making her angrier

"c'mon, or we will too have to face the consequences of the territorial monster of jealousy when it explodes" Rossi says, dragging Morgan away

"yeah, mark your territory" Morgan laughs, while Emily gives him the finger "go get her lover!"

It's your loud chuckle that draws the line for her. When you finally get away from the persistent officer, you turn to see Emily isn't there anymore, taking your phone you see 2 new message from her.

From Em💕: you better knock your shit off baby.

From Em💕: That's it. You're so in for it later.

That one makes your heart throb, it shortly makes you wonder if you had taken it too far. This was not gonna end well for you.

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Hotch decides to call it for the day, sending you off to start fresh in the morning, when a male voice you had heard enough already, calls your name

"Agent, I was wondering if you would be in for a drink with me?" he asks, eyeing you up and down yet again.

You are so sure you would find it just as disgusting if you weren't so gay, and so in love with your girlfriend.

"oh, sorry but no, actually, I-" a much more familiar female voice interrupts you "she's with me" Emily says.

He can't believe his eyes, Emily wraps her arm around your waist pulling you close to her body "hi babe" she says, kissing your lips, you return the kiss, a bit amused at her jealousy, but loving the possessiveness she was showing.

"Sorry, you were saying?" she asks, the man still open-mouthed, he can't bring himself to even speak.

"nothing... ugh, good night, agents" he dismisses you, and walks away defeated.

Emily and you head out of the bullpen, her arm still securely wrapped around your waist, she slides her hand on your back pocket, grabbing a handful of your ass possessively, making you chuckle.

"wanna talk about it?" you ask her innocently

"oh we are gonna be doing a bit more than talking you and me"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Emily doesn't even leave time for the door to close, and you have a split second to register your thoughts before she closes the door and walks over in one long stride and slams you into the wall.

Her mouth attacks yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her tongue invading in a fight for dominance, that you just let her win, she is determined to have her way with you, and you aren't going to stop her.

She wasted no time in getting her hands on you, roughly rubbing her hands over your exposed skin. You, however, delicately placed your arms around her neck and when you both pulled apart to breathe.

"what's wrong, Em?" you ask her, breathlessly

"you know what? For starters, I didn't like the way he was looking at you" she starts, her breath warm against your skin, she lowers her head getting your neck, kissing it so sweetly you feel you could melt

she is quick to find your pulse point, mouth-opened kisses all over your skin, she nips all over your spot, which makes you moan

"but then imagine my surprise when i saw you, flirting back" her hand finds her way underneath your shirt, reaching for your breast, she finds no more resistance as you aren't wearing a bra, your other nipple peaking through your shirt in excitement.

She uses her free hand to grip your ass, you jump at the feeling whimpering on her mouth, her closeness only making you more excited.

"but you don't like him, do you, baby?" she asks, teasing you, she leaves a soft kiss on your lips

"he wouldn't stand a chance, we both know men aren't really your type" Emily says lowly, nipping at the tender spot behind your ear. 

She slips her leg between yours, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"so you just wanted to make me jealous" you're too deep in her dominance to even register anything, letting out soft whimpers every time her thumb brushes against the nub and grips the soft skin of your breast

"god... Emily" you let out, as Emily pulls your thighs apart with her hand.

"you know, baby, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked" she attacks your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave purple marks you couldn't care any less about now.

Emily presses her fingertips against the crotch of your jeans "your clothes. Take them off or I'll rip them off" she commands, taking a step back from you, leaving too little space to maneuver.

You knew better than to tease her when she was like this. A shiver of excitement runs through your back, and you comply.

You take your jeans off then, your shirt, quickly throwing them somewhere far on the room.

You move to kiss her again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, but she doesn't let you, instead she grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up.

You wrap your legs around her waist, she carries you to bed, laying you down just harshly enough to make you even more excited for whats to come.

"you are gonna do exactly what i ask you to tonigh, you know why, baby?" you hold your breath, you're not sure if she actually wants you to answer, but you try nonetheless "because I'm yours"

Your answer seems to satisfy her, as she begins kissing her way down your body, taking special care to nip at your collarbone and stomach to leave more marks than the one's on your neck.

The soft cloth of her shirt rubs against your skin and as if just now realising she was still dressed, you grab the hem of her shirt and help her take it off, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room, like you had done with your own clothes.

And not a moment later, she is back to kissing your body, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear.

Her hand navigates down them, she dips low enough to collect your arousal on her fingertips before rubbing your clit forcefully. Your body reacts immediately, curling forward. "Em!" you moan

"what's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue? use your words, if you want me to stop the teasing, just say it"

"fuck...Em, please, I'm yours, please Emily, yours" you confirm, closing your eyes and letting your hips rock against her hand.

“Who are you this wet for?” Emily demands, nipping at your earlobe.

"just you" you whimper, desperation starting to build in your lower stomach

"that's right baby" the cocky smile on her lips makes your eyes roll. You obviously loved slow, romantic love making with your grilfriend, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love this side of her just as much.

She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed hard.

She uses her free hand to play with your breast, you let out a gasp when her tongue moves over it spurred you on and she begins to gently suck on it while her hand still caressed your other breast. 

You melt into the mattress at her words. "let go, c'mon baby, I got you" you cum on the spot, as she fucks you through your orgasm, she let's you ride your high.

Emily lays down beside you as you come down from the climax, she kisses your lips softly, lovingly this time, less urgent.

"you know i didn't mean any of it right? I was just playing with you, i love you. He didn't stand a chance" you try to clarify

"yes baby, i know, i love you too, i wasn't so harsh with you right?" she asks concerned. Sometimes you can't believe how Emily's mood changes so fast, from all dominating, incredibly sexy, to concerned, soft girlfriend.

"Em, it was perfect" you say, grabbing her face and pecking her lips "you are perfect" you kiss her again.

"well, good, because we're just getting started, i'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet" she grins.

"Like i said, I'm all yours, agent Prentiss" she sits to straddle you, and you grab her face to pull her in for another kiss.

Emily caresses your neck with her thumb, looking at the purple marks she had previously left "this will be hard to cover tomorrow"

"who says I'm covering them?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Sitting on your usual spot on the plane, you lay behind Emily's amr, resting your head on her shoulder as she reads.

You aren't oblivious of the look on Morgan's face, right in front of you.

The shirt you chose had your neck and cleavage all on display, small and big purple marks cover your skin.

He stares bluntly at you, a cheeky smile covering his face "So y/n, looks like you and Prentiss had yourselves a good night. Care to share?"

Emily gives him the finger.

"in your dreams" you say.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

wow! a lot longer than i expected it to be! finishing this one gave me a headache so please like and reblog if you liked it, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! <333 reqs still open as always!

[magics-neptunes-things]

Boom Clap (The sound of my heart)

Hi guys!

This is a second one from the world "Lia & The Firefighter" but you don't have to read it before reading this one. They are related but not like a serie, I don't know if it make sense 😂

It was from an ask so I hope you will be happy with this one, dear anon ♥

Please enjoy!

TW : Firefighter job, injury, blood, fire.

Girl on Fire is the other One Shot of the Serie.

Also the hottie on the right picture is @ylenia94riniti on Instagram.

You like to say that you know Lia by heart and that you can understand her moods and her thoughts really quickly. It’s usually right to be honest, she has almost no secrets for you. But it has to be said that the contrary is right too.

You were already working as a firefighter when you met her and by time she learned to know when you have a bad day. Or when you try to hide something to her, like the fact you almost fall of a bridge while rescuing someone. She knows it’s to protect her but sometimes she hates how you can be so selfless about yourself and your health. Because of that, she takes care of you like she could, making you meal or massive sandwiches to take with you when you are working and being sure that you always have everything you want at her home. Of course, you told her that it’s not what matters to you, but she just glares at you and don’t answer anything.

Today started like always. You waked up and went for a run, then took a shower before going to wake Lia up. Then you had your breakfast together and Lia went to training while you were leaving for work. When you are working during the day, that is usually how you organize your day. After work you find each other at your house, or at Lia’s, to enjoy a night together. Or you go to watch Lia play, it depends on the schedule.

You had several interventions during the day, but nothing really surprising. Then, less than one hour before you finish your day, the alarm sound in the fire station and like your colleagues, you take your things and run to the truck.

While they are driving you there, you learn about the situation very little by little. At the end, you understand that the case is a massive fire in a commercial center, but you don’t know how many people are hurt, if you will be needed inside to evacuate people or somewhere in or around the building to fight the fire.

It’s your job anyway and you have to do it. You don’t really like the moment just before the action, it makes you nervous. When you are in, you are focused and do your things. Now, while you are finishing your RedBull, your mind is racing.

“Alright Y/L/N?”

“Yeah” you only answer.

Your Commander smirks softly and pat your arm. He knows you very well, he was the one being your instructor during your first months at the fire station. He’s still the one scolding you when you need to be.

Your mind went to Lia when you look at the clock, only to realize that she must be at the end of her training. You were supposed to have a casual night in, but you know that she won’t pout if you are coming home later. She’s way more comprehensive that you had ever hope.

But you aren’t able to think about your girlfriend for too long. Soon you arrive at the commercial center, and you understand that you didn’t understand how chaotic all of this would be. There are ambulances everywhere, people are running around. There are screams, cry, people calling each other. But you have to ignore all of that to stay focused.

You follow the order of your Commander, going to help where he asks you to. When he asks you to manage a team for him, you do it without a second thought. You help the medical teams when they need to, and you help to extinguish the fire when you are called for it.

“Where does it come from?” you ask-shout your Commander at one point.

“We don’t know for now. They are talking about putting some of us inside to find it.”

You nod before focusing on your team again and continue to work. You have lost any idea of the time since you are here, but it doesn’t matter for now. The sky is way less clear when your Commander comes to you again, grabbing your arm to have your attention.

“They ask me to give my best men to go inside the building and look where the fire comes from” he says to you.

You don’t roll your eyes like you would love to, you hate the fact that they are talking about “men” and not “people” or “firefighter”.

“Understood, Sir” you answer with a straight face.

He smiles softy, understanding very easily what you are thinking. But he doesn’t comment it, choosing to continue what he needs to say to you.

“I told them that you were the best. So you will go inside with a team I’ll manage from outside, with talkie walkie and a camera that you will have on your helmet. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir”

He looks at you for several seconds before nodding.

“Take some minutes to rest inside our truck, cool off, drink some water and eat something. Do something to change your mind. I’m coming in twenty minutes to give you your other uniform.”

“Yes, Sir” you answer once again.

He then makes you sign to go, and you oblige. You are happy to take your uniform off, breathing completely some oxygen without smoke. Like he requests, you drink a bottle of water, eat a banana and cereal bare. You use a little bit of water to wash your face and go to the toilets. Then you try to remember what he asked you to do.

Rest, drink water, eat something, change your mind.

You didn’t change your mind.

Biting your lip, you take your phone and wonder some seconds if it’s really a good idea. But then you decide to ignore your thoughts and press the call button.

It rings three times before Lia picks up.

“Hello?”

You have to clear your voice before talking.

“Hi, Cookie. It’s me.”

“Is everything okay?”

You can hear the concern in her voice. Maybe it wasn’t really a good idea to call her, it was probably selfish of you.

“Yeah hum, I will come late at home, I think. Maybe don’t wait for me and go to bed. Or maybe you can go to Leah?”

“She’s not home tonight, but I’ll be fine by myself, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry for cancelling our night.”

“Don’t, it’s ok, really. I understand Pookie. Of course I would rather being with you, but I’m far from mad, yeah?” she says, her voice softer than ever.

You nod and there is a little silence. You would rather for her to be with someone, you know she will be less worried if she’s with one of her friend. You wonder what Lia is thinking about.

“You promise me that everything is fine?” she asks again.

“Yeah, I… I just wanted to hear your voice”

You can’t see your girlfriend, but you are almost sure that she’s rolling her eyes right now. It makes you smile softly.

“Do you remember the only time when you tried to hide me something?”

“Of course I do” you smile.

Flashback

It was stupid of you. Both wanting to hide your injury and your injury itself. It was at the beginning of your relationship with Lia, you were officially together for four months, even if you started dating for six months now.

When you took the call, you didn’t expect things to go that way, to be honest. It was just a fight between two group of teenagers, nothing you couldn’t handle. It’s one of the first things you learned to manage, so you didn’t really thing twice before going and getting involved in this story.

Still while resting at your place, of course, your superiors are here and you won’t take their job.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” your Commander asks some teenagers.

They probably are like 16 or 17, like your little brother. Even if he is probably at school right now.

You hear several of them talking animatedly to him, explaining what the point in this fight is. You don’t understand a lot to be honest, but it seems to be a fight during two groups on the same neighborhood. When they mention that the other group is hiding somewhere and waiting for them, your Commander sighs.

“Ok, I’ll call the police” he says, before turning in your direction. “Y/L/N, Scott, go have a look around please.”

You nod and follow the instructions, looking behind you to be sure that Scott is following you. He is. You don’t mind being in front of the two when you realize after having waited for him that he doesn’t want to be next to you. You don’t care, even if you don’t know really good this place.

You are scanning the area, trying to learn some things from here when someone shout at you from the other side. It seems to you that the voice comes from the height of a building, and you are looking for it before feeling an awful pain next to your ribs.

Several hours later, you are coming home. You groan when you see that Lia’s car is here, meaning that she is waiting for you inside. You are always thrilled to have her, but not tonight. You however put a big smile on your face when she smiles at you when you enter your house.

“Hi, Beautiful” you great her with a big smile and a kiss on her cheek.

She’s sitting on a stool in your kitchen, and you can see that she cooked something behind her. You keep a straight face when she passes her arms around your waist.

“I made us chicken creamy pasta, is that ok?” she asks, following your gaze.

“It’s perfect. Do you mind if I take a shower before eating?”

“Of course not” she smiles.

You kiss her forehead and her lips several times before going to the bathroom adjoining your bedroom. You close the door softly behind you and immediately let yourself go against the door, relieved not to have to hide your pain anymore.

You quickly get rid of your shirt and went to face the mirror. The cut you received while being stabbed earlier today isn’t very deep, but it still hurt like a bitch. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, you gave yourself the care it needed in your opinion, but maybe some painkiller won’t be a bad idea.

You sigh when you realize that you are bleeding again. Scott saw what happened and call your Commander even if you told him not to. You are ashamed of how you got hurt, to be honest. It was a stupid injury made stupidly by a stupid person.

You wince with pain when you press some compress on your stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. You still pressing against it while hiding the bloody bandage who were covering your wound until now, not wanting for Lia to find them. You don’t want to worry her. You must have taken way more time than you thought because soon Lia is knocking on the door.

“Are you ok in here?” Lia asks softly.

“Yeah. I’m coming” you answer, grimacing again while putting another bandage on your body.

You really hope that Lia wasn’t thinking about having some naughty activities tonight.

After that you take a very quick shower and went to your room to put some fresh underwear with a jogging and a black top tank, in case you start bleeding again, you won’t scare your girlfriend to death.

“Sorry I took so long” you excuse yourself to Lia when you meet her again in the kitchen.

You pass your arm around her waist this time, very careful not to touch your injury with her body.

“No worries. Should we eat now?”

You nod, trying to help her dress the table but she’s faster than you are. You roll your eyes playfully but let her do it, happy to see her so at ease in your house. It’s pretty early in your relationship but you are so in love with her. You still feel like you need to be careful with her though, not wanting to scare her. She never seemed to be against your job, but you both decided that you will not talk to her about what you are seeing during your days. At first you thought that it was because she will be maybe disgusted by things, but you realized some weeks before that it was because she is scared for you.

“It’s delicious Babe” you praise her.

You smile when you see her blushing and you grab her hand softly to intervenes your fingers. You ask her about her day and listen to her with attention. You met her friends some time ago and you are able to put a face on every name. You have to admit that you go to watch her play every time you can too.

After the dinner you decided to watch a movie and let Lia chose something. Cuddling with her is usually your favorite moment of the day, but you realize very quickly that you will have trouble to find a good position.

You finally pass your leg on Lia’s, your hand around her stomach and put your face on her shoulder. All of that while she’s sitting with her leg extended on the long part of your L couch.

“Comfy?” she asks.

You nod and don’t see her smile because of your position, but you feel her kiss your head, and you rub your face softly against her hoody. During the movie, you can feel her fingertip drawing the tattoos on your arm and for once you really want for her to keep her arm here. She just has to pass it under your tank and you’re screwed.

“You’re tense, Pookie” she whispers when there only is twenty minutes of the movie.

“Am I?”

You are. You are a ball of nerves and when Lia hums before searching your lips for a kiss it’s even worse. But you kiss her softly, stroking her face with your thumb.

“It just was a long day” you say before kissing her cheek and resume your position.

Lia doesn’t push it, holding your tighter against her. Your injury is pounding and you can’t wait to take another painkiller, stronger this one maybe. You didn’t went to the hospital, so you don’t have any prescriptions. You try to steady your breathing, jaw a little more tense than usual.

It’s a relief when the movie is finished, but you can’t jump on your feet and just run to the bathroom. In fact, the make out session you have with Lia after it almost make you forget your state. Until you see your girlfriend frown softly.

“Why are you wet here?” she frowns, looking at your stomach.

You frown too and automatically put a hand where your wound is. Fuck. Your tank is indeed damp. And when you remove your hand, it’s red.

“Y/N?! What the fuck!”

You don’t know if you are more stunned about the blood or your girlfriend’s dirty word.

Long story short, she takes you to the hospital without you saying anything. She scowled you for almost ten minutes after you saw the doctor and you felt like a little child. But since that moment, you never hide this kind of things to her.

“I’m not lying though, I really just wanted to hear your voice” you point softly.

Lia hums before talking again.

“Are you at the fire station?”

“No”

“Are… Are you at the commercial center?”

“Y/N!”

You jump when you hear your commander’s voice. You turn to see him coming for you. Was it twenty minutes already?

“I have to go, Cookie. See you soon yeah?”

“Yes. Be safe, please?”

“Promise. I love you, Lia.”

“I love you too.”

You hang up and raise your eyes on your commander. He’s smirking at you but doesn’t say anything. He likes Lia a lot, they met several times, and he told you that you couldn’t have found a better match. You are agreeing with him about it. Lia has everything you were looking for.

“You could have said to here I say hi.”

“I will next time, Sir.”

You are smiling softly too. It’s probably the first time since you left the fire station. It finally was a good thing to have call her, you feel a little more focused and calmer. You follow your Chief where you are waited and start to take the instructions. What you have to do is clear in your mind.

You take the lead of the other firefighters and go inside the mall. Everything is blurry and probably hot, but you don’t feel anything thanks to your new uniform.

Following what was told to you, you advance slowly but are looking around for your safety and of course, you have to find where the fire comes from. You don’t see anything for now, the fire is on another level. After sharing this information, you go to the floor above you.

You take some minutes there too, the heath is getting hotter and you are sure that you are getting closer to the source of the problem. There is only the sound of the fire, but it was until a shrill whistle catch your attention.

“Wait. They cutted the gas, right?” you ask around to the four other men who are with you.

“They told us they did” one of them confirms you.

“Please ask for a confirmation. Until you have it, don’t move.”

The man who answered you take his talkie-walkie to exchanged with the team outside while you take the direction of the sound. It really sounds like a gas leak but it’s hard to find the right place with all the other noises around. You are so concentrated that you almost jump out your skin when you hear one of the men calling you.

“Y/L/N we have to get out! They forgot that part of the building!”

At the same time, you find the source of the whistle, and it doesn’t look good.

Shit.

“I’m fine for fuck’s sake, leave me alone!”

You are sitting on a hospital bed, an oxygen mask on your face and two doctors around you, trying to make you hear reason. Your Commander is here too, seeming to have the time of his life.

“Miss, please lie down” one of them says.

You groan in exasperation. You were still inside the building when the explosion happens, but you aren’t hurt. You breathed gas though and that’s why you are here. But you just want to go home.

Your Commander push on your shoulder to make you oblige, what you do before pressing your finger against your eyebrows. You are going to explode too.

“Don’t worry, her girlfriend is coming, she will behave way more better with her around” your Commander says at your doctors with an unmissable amazement in his voice.

“Lia’s coming?” you raise your head.

“The team called her.”

Great. A good new, at last. If they tell you that you have to stay here for the night, you might lose it. In fact, the promise of Lia’s coming is enough for you to cool off a little. You don’t have your phone with you, so you weren’t able to inform her about what happened yourself.

You let the medical team do their job, even if you keep a scold on your face all the process.

Lia arrives several minutes after, knocking softly on the door. She looks worried and you frown. What did your team say to her? She seems relieved to see you sitting on the bed, even if your Commander put a hand on you to keep you from getting up when you try.

“Good evening Lia. I’ll let you alone” he says, smiling warmly at your girlfriend.

Lia greats him back, before turning in your direction when he leaves the room. It’s passed midnight now and she’s usually already asleep. She seems exhausted and worried.

“I’m fine” you say when she reaches you.

Lia doesn’t answer anything, but you can see her scanning every part of your body visible with this awful hospital dress.

“Are you hurt somewhere?”

You shake your head for only answer, adding a “I swear” when she looks at you with skepticism. Your discussion earlier comes back in your mind, and you take her hand in yours before talking again. It’s going to be hard not to tell her everything but still enough for her to stop worrying.

“I breathed some gas and my oxygen level was a little low” you explain. “They wanted me here to be sure that my body was recovering correctly.”

“Wait, were you inside the commercial center?”

You don’t know how she knows that, but after you remember that she might have listened the radio or something while coming to see you. So you just nod and shrug before talking again.

“We were almost outside when it exploded” you admit. “The team forgot to cut the gas where we were but when we learned that we get out as soon and quickly as possible.”

You can see panic in Lia’s eyes and that’s exactly what you don’t want. What if she leaves you because she’s too scared about your job? You won’t recover from this; you would rather explode with a building.

“But you’re fine, yes?” she asks finally.

“I am. I promise, Cookie.”

She nods softly before hugging you. At least. You can feel your body totally relax against hers and you close your eyes, hiding your face in her neck. Her smell, the heath of her body, everything from her is comforting for you.

“Thanks for being careful and coming back to me” she says after several times.

“Every time” you mumble back. “As long as you are not tired of me”

“Never.”

She squeeze you against her and you take advantage of your position to hide your face in her breast, before she kiss your forehead.

You are suddenly very tired, but it has nothing to do with the gas this time. Now that Lia is here, you feel good again. She’s stroking your neck with her fingertips, and you kiss hers several times, smiling softly when you see the goosebumps on her skin.

“I’m so in love with you, Li” you whisper softly.

She slowly and tenderly takes your face between her hands to kiss you tenderly. You kiss her back, of course.

“I love you too, so much” she whispers against your lips before pecking them several more times.

Still smiling, you let her. You would never refuse her a kiss anyway. After that she keeps your face in her hands and look at you closely.

“You look tired. You should probably sleep.”

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.”

In fact, you managed to take her with you in your bed, cuddling against her body with a sigh of relief. Maybe you can stay here after all, if Lia is here.

[profundcherrylady]

Thinking about yoichi isagi dating an Itoshi, Sae and Rin's little sister who is for sure someone unique. Contrary to popular belief, she's very sweet (to him); she just has a bit of a rough exterior. Her nonchalant attitude and piercing teal eyes, along with her unfiltered words, often come off as rude to most people, but Isagi knew better; he had managed to crack the walls she set up protecting her real personality, and he couldn't be happier with what he found inside. People would often stare amazed at how he could read the slightest change on her blank expression, praising how well he knew her to always know exactly what she needed; from just a warm cup of coffee to fight her tiredness to a soft hug to lift up her spirits. Now they were 24 and 22, celebrating two years of being together.

Or at least what she understood by celebrating, which was essentially staying home and skipping her responsibilities by laying down on bed and relaxing like a lazy cat.

A cat. How could he ever need a cat when he has her? He smiled sweetly at her figure comfortably resting; hair tousled and a shirt of his put on to, as she stated before, 'smell his scent' while he was away practicing or training. She could not care less about football or the fact that he couldn't skip his responsibilities to stay with her today, she would just wait until he came home.

"Honey." he called, earning a soft mumble as a response. "Let's go out."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's our anniversary."

"So?"

"So I want to do something nice for you. 'Cause that's what couples do on anniversaries, y'know? We give each other stuff and go out for dinner or something. Do you wanna do that?"

"No." to anyone else that answer might've seen cold and cruel, but not to him; he knew she was just too comfortable to get out of bed, and that saying 'no' to his invitation was her way of saying 'stay here with me'. But she was too stubborn to ask him directly, that he also knew, and yet he felt like teasing her a little.

"What do you wanna do then?" she opened her eyes, finally, and looked at him silently. Her usual blank stare was piercing through him, like trying to non-verbally communicate what she wanted. And it did, he knew, and she knew that he knew, and she also knew that he wanted her to say it. But just like a stubborn cat, she didn't say anything else. She adjusted herself on the bed, changing positions slightly, and stretched; a yawn that almost resembled a meowl escaping her lips. And then nothing else; the message was clear. She wanted him to join her in bed and cuddle, because she missed him while he was out, but fire would fall from the sky before she said that out loud even though they were in a long-term relationship. Typical Itoshi, he thought. It was like Rin calling him 'lukewarm' all over again.

"Just do whatever then..." she finally said, still refusing to admit what she wanted. "I'll sleep.."

"Wanna cuddle?" he could almost see the imaginary cat ears on she had on his head twitch in alert, and the thought almost made him chuckle. He silently walked towards the bed and layed down next to her, where almost instantly she trapped him on her arms. Head laid on his chest and his arm used as a pillow, she became inmediately relaxed as she took a deep breath of his scent.

"You stink." yet she made no effort in pulling away. He could almost hear her purring like an actual cat.

"I'll go take a bath if that's the case." he said it as a joke, and then laughed when he heard her mumble a complain.

"No." he didn't actually stink. He did just return from training, but he took a shower previously right after he came home.

He then placed his free hand on top of her head and started playing with her hair, and she let out a sigh as he felt his fingers scratching her scalp softly, yet just right.

"Better now?"

"Yeah..." she purred, finally letting down her walls again. "Missed you."

"Missed you too." he placed a soft kiss on her head. "You still don't wanna go out?"

"Hmm... too tired..." she murmured. "It's comfortable here..."

"Alright, then. We'll celebrate lowkey this year; let's just chill... you hungry though? We can still order takeout or whatever."

"Noooo... just stay here." she gave him a bite when he tried to sit up. An old habit she (according to Sae) had ever since she was a kid. To bite people she likes; she would apparently always get in trouble for bitting Rin or him when they were little. Their parents would discover the bite marks on their arms and ground her because she isn't an animal, or her teachers would call home after she bit some of the classmates or teachers she particularly liked. It was weird, Sae stated, like Rin's strange habit of drooling and sticking out his tongue. Seems none of the Itoshis can be normal members of society.

"Ouch." the bite didn't really hurt but it was always funny to pretend it did. He didn't mind it; he thought it was cute. "Okay, I'm staying in bed. Happy?"

"Yes."

"You still want your anniversary gifts at least?"

"I don't need gifts, nor anything else; I just want to stay like this." he smiled before moving his head down to press a kiss on her lips, which she recieved happily, his own lips moving in experienced synchronization with hers. He stayed there, refusing to pull away for a while, because she was right. This was too comfortable to do anything else; it was better to stay like this.

Oh, well, the ring on the gift box he had prepared would have to wait another year, but this moment made it all worth it.

A/N: I love Isagi too much y'all 😭🙏

Btw this was inspired by an oc of mine, that's why it's so specific; I was just thinking about her and wanted to write something.

[kmt123whatsthetea]

The art of having kids

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by: @jelloangela

Request gist: “Overstimulation and breeding with the Weasley twins”

A/N: Thanks for the request! When it comes to the twins, magic must be real cause I'm under some sort of horny spell lol. I don't know why this one took me so long, writer's block has me in a choke hold.

T/W: Breeding, Overstimulation, Praise, sweet nicknames (I went for one's different than usual), a teeny bit of nipple play (thought I’d add a warning anyway), no aftercare

The day had been such a drag at the joke shop. Normal customers looking at the same old stock. The twins had been at the till all day just people watching. At around 4pm, a couple came in with a small boy. The boy looked so excited by all the colours and noises that the shop provided. He was giggling and touching everything in his reach. His parents trailed behind him, putting everything back in its designated place.

Normally, customers touching things and putting them down would be one of the worst things a retail worker could come across, but this kid was so adorable. After the small family had left, the twins turned to each other. The shared look only meant one thing, you were in for a rough night.

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You had been upstairs in the flat above the shop preparing dinner for when the twins locked up. At first when you hear them running up the stairs, you thought something bad was happening, like a fire or a howler from Mrs Weasley.

The twins practically burst through the door and pulled you out of the kitchen, directing you towards the bedroom before you could even ask questions. Fred was in front of you pulling you by yours hands while George was behind you pushing you with eager hands on your waist. They often got like this, where they’d just ambush you and start tugging at whatever you were wearing.

Fred sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand between his legs while George trapped you there with his slim body. Fred tugged your jeans down along with your underwear, George pulled your blouse up. Both twins worked towards the same thing, getting you as bare as possible, as quick as possible.

When they achieved their goal of getting you naked, they both watched you the same way a hungry owl would watch a lost baby bunny, just waiting to strike with sharp talons. Fred stood up, pushing you onto the bed in his place. The boys stripped off their suits until they both stood before you in their underwear.

“Isn’t our girl so pretty and perfect, Georgie? She’s gonna make an amazing mother”

Fred’s words caught you off guard a little, but didn't put you off. George sat next to you and tutted at his brother.

“Freddie, you’re gonna scare our pretty girl away. How does it sound, angel? Being a pretty mummy for our babies? We’ll keep you so full of our cum until it takes, until you become so round and swollen. Just think of how perfect you’d look with a swollen tummy all because of us”.

George always had a way of talking you into kinky situations. Fred has always been the one to jump at the chance to try a new kink, whereas George would sit you down and discuss it first. He’d give you those puppy dog eyes that only he could and you’d be nodding, eager to try it. And nothing changed this time around.

You nodded, giving the boys the green light to do whatever they pleased. George's lips connected with your neck while Fred snaked his hands to your thighs, pulling your legs around his hips. Fred moved his tip up and down your slit, bumping it against your clit in an effort to get you wetter. George left marks along the skin of your neck while his hand made its way to rub over your nipples, which were slowly hardening beneath his rough fingers.

When Fred felt you were wet enough, he pushed in. Even when he was balls deep, he didn't stop to let you adjust. Fred had always claimed that you never needed to adjust, because they fucked you on a daily basis.

His thrusts were slow but deep, wanting to keep as much on his cock buried inside of you as he could. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. George's lips moved along your neck and up to your ear.

“Does he feel good, baby? You like having him deep in that little pussy? I bet you do. We’re gonna take care of you. Can’t have the mother of our children lifting a finger, now can we?”

The thought of the twins getting you pregnant caused a moan to slip past your lips. Both boys knew that they had won you over. They'd keep you bed bound until there was a positive pregnancy test if they had to. Fred’s thrusts slowly got quicker, while his hand moved to rub at your clit. He always did that when he got the chance to fuck you, loving the way your walls squeezed around him.

Fred’s eyes locked onto yours, his breath coming out in groans.

“You wanna cum, pretty baby? Get my cock all nice and wet and I’ll fuck a baby into you”

His fingers got quicker circling your clit, and then it hit you. Your walls squeezed Freds cock as you came. George kept his hand busy with your tits while whispering sweet words in your ear. But Fred didn’t slow down. His thrusts stayed the same rhythm, which eventually led to your moans turning to whines and your legs trying to close around his waist to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Fred held your thighs apart, while George directed your attention onto him with his voice.

“Sweet girl, if you want Freddie to fill you up, you need to stay still. Don't want him to pull out, do you?”

Although the pain was intertwined with the pleasure, you still shook your head at the very thought of him pulling out. Fred kept going, slowly bringing you to the brink again. All it took was another orgasm from you to make his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock pulse. With a low groan, he buried himself deep within your pussy, making sure every last drop of his cum would stay inside of you where it belonged. After catching his breath, he turned to George.

“Get up here, it’s gonna all leak out when I pull out”

George got up from his place next to you to stand beside his brother. As soon as Fred pulled out, George pushed in. Fred sat next to you, trying to gently shush the whimper that threatened to escape your lips. George slowly built up to a quick pace, his eyebrows furrowing at Fred who was rubbing your clit.

“Fred, she can't handle more. I bet in this state, she couldn't even tell us apart”.

George was always the caregiver. While Fred insisted that you could take more, always drawing another orgasm from you, George was the one who would be reluctant to push you. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing you in such a blissed out state or didn't think you could handle an orgasm or two, he didn’t like those little pouts and whimpers when the pleasure morphed with pain.

“Oh come on Georgie, our girl can handle it. She’s not made of glass, she can take it. Can’t you, sweets?”

Even after a couple of orgasms, you weren’t completely in subspace. You nodded at George, hoping to ease his worries.

“Please Georgie, I can take it. I want you to fill me up. Please Georgie?”

How could George ever say no to you?

His thrusts got rougher, desperate to give you what you asked. That building pleasure was quick to release, giving you your third orgasm of the night. George kept thrusting, although somewhat reluctantly. When he felt his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts got more manic. Soon, his cum spurted inside of you, mixing with both your own juices and Fred cum. George slowly pulled out, while Fred picked your underwear up and slipped in back up your legs. He was determined to keep it all inside you.

Even if it didn't take the first time, you could always try again the next night.

[novy2sirius]

BRUTALLY HONEST NUMEROLOGY

⬫ lower vibrational vs high vibrational

⬫ note: most of the negative things you’re reading are only applicable to lower vibrational people (people who are consistently at a lower vibration due to their actions). these things of course will not apply to everyone as all your numerical energies play an importance in you and your life experiences do as well

⬫ tw: porn (18+ only), divorce, abandonment

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ the real compatibility of astrology signs lies in the numerology. everyone goes by elements, but i’m sure anyone who has met people and examined enough dynamics between signs can tell that it’s just not accurate with the “fire is compatible with air and earth is compatible with water” bs. the two most compatible signs based on numerology that are soulmates are capricorn and sagittarius’. sag season starts 1122 and capricorn season starts 1221. this is one of the many reasons why. it may be confusing for numerology newbies, but i can explain it in depth in another post eventually

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ i don’t think 7’s are good lovers unless they’re 16’s usually. i’m sorry, like i said these are honest.. it’s the same way i feel about strong aquarius energy in an astrology chart. they just don’t know how to put others first, be thoughtful, or be in a relationship in general. usually the men, sorry. they have a tendency to fall weak to any sexual behavior they’re surrounded by. i’ve witnessed many of my friends (even 11’s who are quite compatible with 7’s) get heartbroken by these 7 men because the second a pick me girl tries to get with them while they’re in a relationship, they don’t even try to have self discipline and be loyal. they’re just pervs usually or narcissistic and will find a way to always make you feel as though everything is your fault even though they’re the ones that don’t put effort into relationships. they tend to be better independent. 7 is known as the number of “the loner” for a reason. i don’t think they’re all literal “loners”, but they operate better alone than with others

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ i have never had good experiences with people that have prominent 19 energy (one of the unreduced 1’s). it could just be that most people with it have lots of negative past life karma, so it’s indicative they have not been a good person in recent past lives. i also believe it has to do with the home environment they often grow up in though. many people that i’ve met with this energy have unbalanced emotional energy simply because they grew up in a chaotic household and now they don’t know how to control their anger or other emotions. 1’s in general sometimes don’t know how to. however, i don’t think any number can directly cause someone to be a bad person, that’s ridiculous. just like with astrology, it does not make you do anything. i’m sure there is people with 19 energy that are good people out there, i just have not yet met any unfortunately. i’ve also noticed they have big ego’s.. like jojo siwa born on the 19th for example. she comes off very cocky and tries to act like it’s just sexy confidence like other women, but it really comes off like a cocky white man instead, which also makes sense with 1 being the number of masculinity and 9 being the number of the ego. to be fair it’s an intense number to have, but these people can be egotistical and just mean as hell sometimes. i will add something good to this since this was a very harsh take. these people can have things come back to them super duper fast, so if they put their energy toward positive things then they can attract better into their life then they’ve gotten in the past

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ i have yet to meet someone with 25 energy who isn’t a hoe or hasn’t been a huge one at some point. as we know, 2 doubles the energy of the number it’s next to and 5 is the number of sex. this creates lots of sexual energy in people with this number. they tend to also run the porn industry and only fans industry. an example is lana rhoades who was the number one porn star in the world for a while. she was born in 1996 which adds to 25 (1+9+9+6=25). also i do not want to see 13 year olds commenting “i’m not a hoe”. i would hope not, you’re a child..

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ almost everyone with 14 energy in their birthday has had a person in their family abandon them as 14 is related to abandonment. often people with this energy always have divorced parents as well or had a parent leave them when they were really young unfortunately. a good thing about this number though is it can create a very self disciplined energy in someone and cause them to not need others to thrive in the way other numbers do

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ people with 9 energy (especially 27) will accuse you of doing the shitty things that they’re doing when they’re lower vibrational and gaslight you. i would say this number is one of the worst gaslighters. my friends and i have had such bad experiences with the lower vibrational people with it that we literally refer to it as “the number of gaslighting”. they also will never let go of things. even if you got into one tiny fight they will hold things against you forever and don’t know how to forgive and move on. however, i also have met people with 27 energy that aren’t immature in this way and are very intelligent

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ people with 3 energy are the absolutely worst secret keepers. do not tell them your secrets. it’s the number of communication and gossip. as much as some of them hate to admit it they love drama. they’re fun to hang out with though and often the life of the party

[idkwhatever580]

Are you f****** kidding me?!

Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: y/n has very bad trauma with alcoholism in her family, so she never drinks. Natasha never pushes it and is always protective of her decisions but what happens when the boys play a little “prank”on y/n?

Warnings: trauma, ptsd in a way?, reader freaks out, getting drunk, spiked drinks, protective nat, swearing, mentions of sh, fake allergic reaction.

A/N: guys sometimes I’m not great at explaining things in the warnings. So I put a question mark lol. I hope y’all understand it though.

Y/n’s pov

Once again I’m at one of Tony’s parties. I think his excuse this week is his mom’s business partner’s daughter is having a birthday soon.

Whatever. There’s no point in actually caring it’s just another ploy for him to get drunk.

I usually leave before that time.

I start off my night with a water. I plan to finish the night with the same. Then suddenly Pietro comes up to me with Sam and says

“Hey y/n!”

I smile at him and notice he’s holding two drinks.

“Hey Piet. What are you doing?”

He smiles and says

“Bringing a drink to my favorite person.”

I roll my eyes at him. We get along because we like to prank people a lot. And play video games.

I frown as he hands me a drink and I say

“Piet you know I don’t drink”

He curses under his breath and says

“Oh right yeah! Let me take that and I’ll get you a virgin drink yeah?”

I nod my head and thank him as they both walk away. I guess Sam is just trailing along.

After a few minutes they come back and hand me a different drink and I say

“What is this?”

He looks at it and says

“A drink doofus”

I roll my eyes at his antics and say

“No I mean what’s in this drink?”

He looks at Sam and says

“It’s like a celcius!”

Sam agrees quickly and I say

“Oh. So like an energy drink?”

They both nod their head in unison and I smirk and say

“Thanks guys. You know I have a hard time with these things. Especially since nat is on a mission right now.”

Sam wanders off and Piet stays by me as I drink a few sips. It’s pretty good.

We talk a bit and Piet says

“How is that flavor? I have something else and I was just wondering.”

I smile and say

“It’s orange I think. Not the best but it’s decent.”

His eyes have a fire in them and he says

“Here! Why don’t I get you a different flavor?”

I nod and say

“I’m sure two wouldn’t hurt right? It’s only energy drinks and they don’t really affect me”

He nods and says he’ll be right back so I finish off my drink and wait for him.

When he comes back he has a slightly pink tinted drink for me and i immediately try it.

“This one is good!”

He nods his head.

I have about three of those drinks and I’m starting to feel great. My stomach hurts a bit but I feel fine.

And this girl is talking to me and her jokes are literally so funny. Like I have the giggles or something.

We start dancing and then I somehow end up with Wanda. We’re best friends but we are not leaving any room for Jesus. I usually don’t have this much fun at these parties.

Then I end up on a couch with another girl by my side and I’m just talking her ear off. She looks interested.

All of a sudden I get a rush of heat over my face. I just zone out trying to pinpoint what’s going on.

By now the girl has left and I see a flash of red come in my view.

“Y/n? Y/n detka focus on me. Where are you baby?”

My beautiful girlfriend Natasha pulls me from my trance and I throw myself on her and say

“Natty!!”

She lets me hug her and I get another rush of that feeling again.

She notices and says

“Are you alright?”

I nod my head and then think, and shake my head.

“What’s wrong detka?”

I lean on her shoulder as she sits next to me and I say

“I don’t know. I feel weird.”

Natasha looks at the table and sees three glasses and says

“Are those yours?”

I nod and smile

“Piet got me these three flavors of energy drinks. I can’t remember what he said they were called though. But he said they were like celcius”

She nods and grabs one of the glasses. She picks it up to her nose and smells it and sets it back down.

“Y/n you said you liked these? And you wanted them?”

I nod me head and say

“They were really yummy but I think they’re hurting my tummy a bit”

I pout and she looks to the side as if she’s scanning the crowd for someone. I follow her eyes and they land on Pietro and Sam who are giggling like teen girls. I slur out

“What are they laughing at natty?”

She looks to the side unsure of what to say and my eyes widen and I sit up. This realization has my mind sobered up a bit and I look at her with tears in my eyes.

“Nat? Is that alcohol?”

She bites her lip unsure of what to do but she nods her head and I say

“Pietro and Sam told me it wasn’t. They said they got me a virgin kind.”

She shakes her head and says

“I’m so sorry baby”

I shake my head and push her away. I immediately get up and walk off. I almost bump into a few people and I trip up a bit but not bad. I go straight to our room and Natasha decided to stay back to handle the perpetrators.

She makes sure Friday alerts her if I end up anywhere other than our room.

Nobody’s pov

To say Natasha was angry was an understatement.

She was furious.

She had to watch you storm off to probably go and cry because of what they did to you.

She stands up and brushes herself off. And then she calmly walks over to Pietro and Sam.

They say

“Oh hey nat! You’re back!”

Natasha smiles at them and says

“You wouldn’t happen to know what was in those drinks that you gave y/n would you?”

They shrug their shoulders and say

“What drinks? What are you talking about?”

Natasha is pissed so her patience is gone and she grabs them both by the ear and pulls them to the side of the room.

The noise isn’t any less quiet, it’s just out of the way.

And she goes ballistic.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you know what you did to her?! Everybody knows that y/n doesn’t drink because of her fears that she will end up like her father. She’s probably in our room now panicking about how she’s an alcoholic from three drinks!! And you!”

She points to Pietro

“You know better than to do that! You know she has problems. And you still did that! I should have the both of you banned from stark parties forever! You both intentionally spiked her drink! You two are literally dead!”

By now the room is silent from how loud Natasha is screaming at them. All eyes are on them but she doesn’t care.

“She was your friend and you did this to her! That is the ultimate betrayal and I wouldn’t blame her if she never wants to see your faces again! Get out of here. I don’t want to see you at another party! And I expect there to be ample apologies tomorrow!”

They nod and scurry off. Wanda is behind natashw now and she gives her a look as if she’s asking if they really did that to you and Natasha nods her head.

Wanda’s eyes glow red and she walks off in Pietro direction.

After Natasha knows they’ll be handled she smooths out her shirt and looks around at everyone gawking at her.

She raises and eyebrow and says

“Would anybody like to go with them?”

They all shake their heads and go back to partying.

Natasha goes upstairs to find you in your room.

She slowly walks up to your ball of a self and says

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Apparently she chose the wrong set of words because you shoot up and say

“No im not alright! How can I be alright?! I’m literally drunk because I’m a lightweight and I feel disgusting because I liked it. And that’s why I never drink because I’m just like my father and I’ll like that shit and I’ll probably get hooked on it now!”

You are pacing back and forth and your breathing is erratic so Natasha goes up and grabs you and says

“Woah woah woah. Detka please calm down. You need to hear me. You are not an alcoholic from getting drunk once. You know that you don’t drink and that you won’t drink. Just because you liked the alcohol does not mean you are hooked okay? You clearly don’t like being drunk at all because it is hurting you.”

You are now just standing in Natasha’s grasp as she speaks to you.

“And you are most definitely not your father. You know now to not trust them with drinks anymore. Listen. I’m so sorry they did that to you. But you need to know it is not your fault. At. All. They spiked your drink knowing that you don’t drink for a reason.”

Y/n’s pov

I nod my head taking in all this information. And I tear up a bit.

“Hey hey don’t cry baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault”

I shake my head as some tears start to fall and I say

“No no. I’m not crying because of this. I’m crying because you’re so good to me. Nobody would have reassured me like this except you. I just love you so much.”

We both smile and kiss each other and then we pull away because there is a knock at the door and I softly say

“Come in”

Wanda steps in and says

“Hey. How are you?”

I smile and say

“Still drunk”

I laugh and Wanda says

“Do you want me to get you a water?”

Natasha shakes her head and says

“We keep bottles of water in our room. I’ll grab her one.”

Wanda nods and says

“Right well I just wanted to let you know that I just got onto both their asses again and they are on probation for two months”

I furrow my eyebrows and say

“Probation?”

Wanda explains to me that probation is basically they don’t get any missions for two months. And she also added in there that they have to do my mission reports for that length of time too which is amazing since I hate mission reports.

“Wow Wands. That’s so sweet. Thank you”

She shakes her head and says

“No problem. Now I have one more question. They want to come in and apologize to you. Is that okay? I just want to check.”

I think about it and Natasha says

“You don’t have to agree detka. They can sulk in their rooms for now.”

I smile when I get a devious idea.

“What if you guys help me prank them back!”

They raise their eyebrows in concern and say

“What kind of prank?”

I think and say

“I can use my makeup skills and pretend I cut myself because of how bad my mind got!”

Their eyes widen and they say

“Woah there. That’s a little much.”

“Yeah Wanda’s right. Maybe a less intense prank?”

I sigh and nod my head. And then I completely forget about my idea when I say

“Wanda! You can use your powers to temporarily distort my face and body and we can prank them by saying I’m having an allergic reaction to the alcohol! Make them regret it even more!”

Wanda smiles and says

“I think that’s a good idea, but you’ve already had the alcohol in your system for a while. I think allergic reactions happen faster”

Natasha says

“They’re stupid. We can say it was a late onset reaction”

I nod my head aggressively. A little too aggressive though so I say

“Woah. Too much head shake there”

Natasha stabilizes me as Wanda says

“Alright. Why don’t you sit on the ground and I’ll work my magic?”

I sit down a little slowly so that I don’t get woozy or anything and while I’m waiting, Natasha gets me a water to help me sober up.

Wanda then distorts my face to look all red and blotchy and I get fake hives everywhere. I smile and say

“Nat. When were pranking them we can go in my bedside table and grab my old inhaler. I can use it to puff and it won’t do anything, and say I’m out!”

She nods her head. Anything to make me feel better.

And Wanda steps out and says

“I’ll be back with the boys.”

I giggle at my devious plan and Natasha says

“You’re gonna have to stop giggling if you want them to believe it”

I nod my head and get in serious mode. I lie myself in Natasha’s lap as she sits on her knees to pretend like she’s cradling me.

We here Wanda walking back and saying

“You better apologize and mean it”

They reply with a few “yes ma’am’s” and Natasha decided now is a good time.

“Wanda!”

She all but yells.

Thank goodness the party is still going so nobody else can hear.

Wanda runs in with Pietro and Sam hot on her tail and they see me.

Natasha puts on a facade that she’s freaking out and I make my breathing labored as if my lungs are closing up.

“Wanda! Help me out here! Y/n’s having an allergic reaction to the alcohol! I need her inhaler!”

Wanda jumps into action and says

“Where is it?!”

“In her bedside table”

Wanda runs to get it and only now can I see the boys. Their faces are ghostlike when they realize what they’ve done.

I fake puff the inhaler and shake my head. Natasha checks it and says

“Fuck.”

Pietro and Sam are now freaking out and saying

“Wait she can’t have an allergic reaction it’s been like forever!”

Natasha responds with

“It’s late onset and now her inhaler is empty! None of this would have happened if you didn’t spike her drinks!”

I gasp and say

“Epi… pen”

And Natasha remembers I have an epipen for if I get stung by a bee. And there’s a trainer in the bag so she grabs the trainer and they freak out.

She uses the trainer which does nothing but make a click sound and then she sighs as Wanda makes the reaction fade slightly.

They all sigh in relief and Sam and Pietro are the first to say something

“Y/n we’re so sorry. We had no idea this would happen!”

“Yeah we wouldn’t have done it if we knew!”

Natasha looks up and says

“But you would have done it even though you knew about her father?”

Their faces once again go like ghosts and I start laughing at them.

They’re confused and Wanda starts to giggle.

I hop up and say

“You idiots! We pranked you back!”

They stand there confused. Sam is the first to say

“But- but you used an epipen”

I shake my head and say

“That’s the trainer. It helps people know what to do in a real situation. The trainer doesn’t have a needle or medication in it”

He sighs and says

“What about your inhaler?”

I shrug and say

“Empty one. Doesn’t do anything anymore.”

Pietro is just silent and I say

“Aww Piet. Are you sad that I just pranked you?”

He shakes out of it and starts apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I know you didn’t have a reaction but I’m sorry because I didn’t think about why you don’t drink. I knew why but I ignored it.”

I sigh and say.

“I forgive you Piet. Just remember that we don’t do pranks that cause harm to someone.”

He nods and I turn to Sam

“And I forgive you too. Now both of you. I’d like to inform you that I have been letting my mission reports back up and I’m glad to tell you that you have until the end of the week to finish five of them”

They groan and say

“Yes ma’am”

I smile and they leave. I turn to Wanda and say

“Thanks fairy wand. You made me feel a lot better”

And I turn to Natasha and say

“Thank you too”

Wanda leaves and we get into bed (not without me putting up a fight) and Natasha makes me finish the bottle before I fall asleep.

“Thank you natty. You’re so good to me”

She smiles and says

“You’re a little devil when you’re drunk you know that?”

I smile and say

“Eh. I’ll be fine tomorrow”

She rolls her eyes and we fall asleep in each others eyes with Natasha knowing I’m gonna be worse when I’m hungover.

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A/N: I hope y’all liked it! I kind of rushed it because I have a bunch of things lined up and this is just an extra tidbit I started before creating more lol

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do u think u could write some of ur own personal headcanons for laios? i love the way u write him, it seems almost canon!

anon you dont know what fire youre messing with

also thank yew hehe :>

general headcanons:

Laios likes babysitting but does NOT want to be a real papa, he adores the idea of being the Cool And Strange Uncle but just imagining having to raise a whole person from scratch terrifies him

Usually conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow and he’s a damn heavy sleeper, he strikes me as someone that gets the dad snore when he’s a bit older

Likes doing physical activity in the moment, maintaining his stamina/strength n whatnot. But HAAATES the aftermath, he will not stop bitching about how gross he feels when sweaty

People scare him but I think men specifically scare him more than women because he mainly associates “men” with his old boarding school and military peers and his dad. Meanwhile the most callous woman he’s personally dealt with is like. his mom… who wasn’t particularly menacing and he doesn’t seem to resent her as much as he does his father

Most definitely called Chilchuck “chil” in their early days together and got his nuts sacked for the unintentional disrespect

Doesn’t drink often because the taste bugs him but when he does decide to, he drinks to get drunk. So it has to be a special occasion

The type of older brother to tell Falin food fills up your body from your feet to your head and when you’re full to your head you die

modern headcanons:

Definitely the type to unironically use little emoticons like :) or :] but his favorites are the cute ones like :3 , ^.^ , and :0

Would’ve played barbies with Falin as a kid and enjoyed it more than Falin did lol

If he were out with the group (marcille would have to threaten his life though, he would HATE “going out”) and Marcille or Falin deferred to him to deal with creepy men he’d feel like a superhero about it

Borderline mandated to have a high impact phone case by Falin because he’s GOT to be dropping that shit all the time. I just know it (projecting)

Would probably dislike resident evil as a series but thinks the premises are cool

Bouncing off that: he’s a big Undertale and Deltarune fan (definitely had a thing for Toriel at some point and probably thought sans was kind of overrated). Has ambivalent feelings towards fear & hunger, likes the atmosphere and item preservation and monsters but the assault scenes and overt brutalism ick him out from recommending it

Would go his whole life without an autism diagnosis until eventually held at metaphorical gunpoint by his friends, just for his parents to go “oh yeah we had you tested as a kid but didn’t want you using it as a crutch”

If monsters weren’t real he’d be cryptid autistic just so everyone’s on the same page

Cryptids major and ocean creatures minor type autism

I don’t think he’s straight by any measure but before he has the Realization, he’s the epitome of the girls gays and coleman meme

Segue omg: he has no desire to think more about his sexuality or gender than “i feel x” or “i choose y”. I think he identifies as Man(TM) but in a “its harder to explain i want to be a bog” way. If you referred to him with feminine pronouns or called him “girl” he seriously wouldn’t give a shit 

nsfw(?) headcanons:

Could never do casual, you would have to be committed or only know each other VERY distantly and only do it once. His ass wouldn’t know how to read your relationship if you were trying to do friends with benefits (he’s also very concerned with hurting people’s feelings so just the notion of accidentally doing that to someone he’s intimate with would kill him)

May seem strange coming from a bitch always talkin about fucking him, but I think Laios would actually have kind of a lower sex drive. Like he maybe doesn’t get needy very often but also isn’t NOT in the mood, so if you proposition him and he’s into you he’ll be like “okie :3”

That being said, when he does feel needy he’s NEEDY. It’s debilitating, he genuinely can’t do or think of anything else until his poor wee is taken care of :( poor guy aww

I can see him being a virgin until his early-mid 20s and having no shame about it (good for him go king, virginity is nothing to be ashamed of it literally doesn’t matter)

Also by virgin i mean rice purity test score of like 97

Swears he doesn’t like having his cock worshipped (says its weird and embarrassing) but he’s so flustered n drooly and babbles the whole time

Biter 

[feltit-wroteit]

Spoiled and Loved

Art Donaldson x Fem!Reader

In every way, you were the person that made the college experience that much better for Art. You, on the other end, were still struggling to find your place at Uni.

Watnings: inscure reader, lost reader, small angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has rich parents, one s3x joke

There he was. In your usual spot in the cafeteria eating a lunch that his athletic nutritionist must've assigned him to eat. God was your boyfriend beautiful... "Baby?" He called you out of your trance and you smiled at him. "Come?" He motioned for the chair in front of him with his head. You walked toward it and sat down with your lunch that was healthy but certainly not planned. "Hey!" You said. You started eating and asking how his morning practice was and he smiled throught it all. After finishing his lunch and while explaining his morning, he drew mindless doodles on your left hand with a pencil. One was a tennis racket the other a heart and another a paint brush. Once he was done, silence had fallen and Art looked up at you, stopping his drawing. "Y/N?" Art asked while looking for your gaze. "Hmm?" You answered still looking at your left hand. "Look at me." He asked and lifted your head up with the help of his palm on your jaw. You looked at him and smiled. "How was your day so far, baby?" He then asked with certainty. You sighed and went to look down again, only to feel your boyfriend rubbing your jaw and hearing him hum no. When you met his gaze again you felt it.

The need to tell him the truth.

"Art?" He nodded at your interpellation, waiting for you to continue. "I don't think I belong here." You had felt like this for a while, but your boyfriend's joy at being here made that feeling simmer down a little.

That was until yesterday.

"That's Donaldson's girlfriend, right?" A girl said behind you during your history of the arts lecture. You normally tuned these type of conversations out, but today your ears decided that it was a mighty fine time to do as they wanted. "She play any sports?" The girl, Jenny from what you heard her friend call her earlier, proceeded to ask her friend, Luna. "Not that anybody knows of. Not to his level at least." The other girl answered with a certain turn in her voice. It wasn't a nice one at that. ""But she must do something else around campus for her to be with him, right?" Jenny continued her interrogations. "The only place other than her lectures that people see her at are Donaldson's games. She just does those two things that includes school life. People have said and know that she doesn't even have a major yet. She just does classes until she finally finds something that makes her spark. It's pathetic really." Luna said and chuckled with her friend who fired back : "Why would he want to be with her? If I were Art Donaldson-" And you never heard the last of her life hacks, because your ears decided you had been tortured enough as it was. The notes you had started taking were the only ones you took for the rest of the 3 hour lecture. Well, what was one more exam failed?

You would stay in this godforsaken place until you found a stupid major to work in life with.... Why bother studying right now? Your parents paid for your acceptance at Stanford. Your life was as corrupted as that.

"What do you mean Y/n/n?" Art asked with a concerned look and rubbed his tumb over your jaw. "I don't know what I mean by that. But that's also a problem, I never know..." you tried to explain but it was still unclear to him. He only wanted to comfort you and make you feel at ease at all times, but right now he couldn't understand you. That made him mad at himself. "I don't know what I am going to major in, I don't know why I went to college in the first place and I don't know what you find in me. Before you start to argue that point, I have to tell you that I don't doubt your love, I doubt my ability of being loved right now. I am a mess Art... I can't do it anymore! The only thing I do know, is that I'm going to end up like I always feared..." You continued to elaborate on your feelings while he was listening. "Baby... I love you for who you are. I'm sure what you feared for your future isn't even that bad-" you cut him off on that and laughed while letting some tears flow. "Oh yeah, it is. I will end up as every other rich kid who doesn't amount to nothing and will live off my family's money for my whole life." You said and removed his hand from your face. You didn't feel deserving of his touch right now. "Stop." He said sternly. How could he have left this go this far? How couldn't he have seen you were feeling like this? How bad of a boyfriend was he? "Y/n, you are not messed up. You are beautiful and intelligent and you are worth more than your family's wealth. You are important. Not only to me but to a lot of people. Listen, college isn't for everyone, baby. I know it 's easier listening than believing, but please don't pull away from me." He had tears brimming his eyes now.

What did you do to deserve him?

"I love you, Art. I'm sorry for upsetting you..." You explained and held his hand that had been squeezing the edge of the table. "Don't, baby. You do not have to appologize. I should appologize for not seeing how you had been feeling. Please... talk to me about these things. I want to be there for you like you are for me." He took your hand back in his to play with it lightly. "Okay." You said and smiled softly at him. "Okay?" He asked smiling softly too while looking into your eyes. "Yeah. I'll talk to you more about my feelings, baby." You nodded and affirmed.

As you both walked to your last class of the day that you shared, the girls of your history of the arts lecture passed you. They were looking at you and art with sadness. It was then you realized what they had been doing. Only wallowing in their jealousy because:

Art had chose you. Not them.

His heart was set on you and that made them mad. Some part of you felt like you could see them. Maybe you were loved by someone like they wanted to be, but you were also envious of how these girls would be graduating in Teaching in less than two months likw you wanted to be graduating.

Everybody was jealous of somebody in this world.

"Art?" You asked while going closer to his side. "Hmm?" He had answered when wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in even closer. "I think I'm jealous of you." You confirmed while giggling. "Oh yeah? How come, y/n?" He smiled at your randomness. "You have a massive dick. I want that." You said in the most serious tone you could master in that instance. Art burst out laughing and admitted that he was jealous of you too. "How come, Art?" You copied his sentence. "Imagine being as pretty as the one and only Y/n Y/l/n under sun rays. I'll pray for that to happen one day." You looked up into his eyes and stopped walking for a second. You smiled at him and went up to kiss him on his lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, just how you prefered then to be.

"I love you, baby. Even if you are a spoiled little brat sometimes." He said and tried to cover his head before you shoved his head to the side playfully.