#i think i just have to start lying to myself and pretend i am that person and that none of this is actually happening to me or that its

[1hyunjae]

Just had the worst panic attack of my life

[jamminvroomvroom]

no more mister shy guy.

OP x fem!reader

in which you can’t work out why he just won’t sleep with you

i am neither normal, nor am i hinged! i hope you guys get the vision, i literally wrote this last night possessed by some feral urge bc i just love oscar sm and i’ve been needing to write for him sooo baaad. enjoy! pls lemme know what you think <3

songs to set the vibes: delicate by taylor swift, good looking by suki waterhouse, my kind of woman by max demarco, feeling myself by wolf alice

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp but also there is some plot? overstimulation, crying in a hot way, choking, unprotected sex (L bozo don’t do that!) the most minor moment of angst, fluff

2.8k words

you watch him make coffee, daydreaming, balancing your heavy head on your hand. you study him while your free hand taps against the kitchen counter, nails drumming a random beat. sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains, framing him golden. you don’t think he knows how pretty he is.

oscar is oblivious to the way your mind is ticking behind him, twisting the cap on the carton of oat-milk. you hear the plastic fall onto the counter and your tongue wets your lower lip as he reaches up into the cupboard, his back flexing beneath his shirt as he finds your favourite mug. you realise then how swollen your lip is, snapped out of the trance he had you in, the one that had you biting your lip so hard, completely mindlessly.

he’s bulked up over the winter break, filled out a lot over the course of his rookie season. he’s no longer the scrawny, anxious guy you’d met at your fathers work event a year ago, he’s broader, thicker in your hands, utterly delicious. as much as you like the way he looks, you like his mind a whole lot more. if only you knew what was going on inside it.

oscar is an enigma, quiet, hilariously dry, the kindest man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. you’ve been together since the start of the winter break, november, after awkward run ins and plenty of pining since the start of his first season. you’d travel to races with your dad, a mclaren sponsor, and run into the australian, stare at each other and pretend no one noticed. after months of teasing from lando, oscar finally got the kick up the arse that he needed and you’d said yes to dinner before he’d even finished asking the question.

it’s february now, a week til he needs to be in bahrain. the last three months had been serene, spent with a man made of sunshine, and you’re sad to see him go, as if you won’t be in the emirates a mere four days after him. you fear the way you’ll ache for him, having been inseparable since the dinner that started it all.

but then again, it can’t be worse than the way you ache for him now.

“sweetheart?” oscar is waving his hand in front of your face when you realise he’s been calling your name for a good 15 seconds, and you have, in fact, been staring. hm? you jump, staring at him bewildered. he looks amused. “you okay?” he coos, sliding the coffee across the island towards you.

“yeah, sorry, i, um, i just- why won’t you have sex with me?” you blurt, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as you realise what you’ve just said.

oscar just blinks, mouth forming a little o, the permanent blush he seems to have increasing tenfold. you instantly feel guilty for ambushing him, but you were at the end of your tether. three months of nothing, nada, zilch. every move you made was refuted, ignored as if he was oblivious. you were ravenous for him, he’s so gorgeous! and you didn’t want to pressure him, but you were starting to feel like there was something wrong with you.

you’d wake up in bed with him wrapped around you, grinding against your ass in his sleep, and you’d revel in it, the rare times that he actually seemed to want you like that. you loved him regardless, of course you did, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need to be… dealt with. urgently.

“i- um- what?” oscar splutters, and the bottom of his mug blinks against the granite.

“is there something wrong with me? am i not pretty enough?” you whisper, shy. “do you just not… like- do you not want to do that?” you ramble.

panic fills his face, and he’s rushing around the island, by your side in an instant. he takes your hands into his, finding your eyes. they’ve grown watery, a mixture of guilt and desperation swirling in them which makes him feel ill.

“baby, no, god no.” he rushes the words out, desperate to convince you that it wasn’t you. “you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world, prettiest girl i ever saw.” he promises. “i’m just… it’s scary.”

“oh, osc.” your face falls, and you want to throw yourself off of the balcony. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you. if it makes you feel better, i’m scared too. but i love you so much, i just want to feel even closer to you.”

“you didn’t make me feel pressured, i’m just sorry i made you feel unwanted. trust me, i want you like that. drives me insane. but i’ve never had sex before with someone that i love. not the way i love you, anyway. scared that i won’t be good enough for you.” he murmurs.

you’re hung up on the part where you drive him crazy, the part where he loves you like that, and then you remember how vulnerable he’s being, baring his entire soul to you, and you rip yourself from the fantasy.

your hands smooth over his shoulders, until you’re softly fisting a clump of hair at the nape of his neck.

“i love you. insanely. we’ll go slow.” you state. he moulds further against you, and you quickly realise it’s for leverage, because the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. he has his hands hooked under your thighs and he’s kissing you so, so deeply that you’re dizzy. you don’t realise that you’re halfway to his bedroom until he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna go slow anymore.”

oscar places you on your feet at the end of his bed, the large, plush king-sized mattress that is currently calling both of your names. your blouse gets unbuttoned first, his hands shaking in a way that makes you melt, and his lips trail over every inch of bare skin that he uncovers. when it finally falls to the floor, his pupils are blown wide, his hands palming intricate black lace. your jeans are stripped away mercilessly, his hands shaking less now, and you take it as a sign to crawl backwards onto the bed.

he stands there, watching you, apprehensive again. you can see how hard he is, how desperately strained his cock is through the light grey of his sweatpants, and so you switch tactics. your hand grazes your tummy, skimming up your abdomen until you reach a bra strap. you toy with the elastic, holding the kind of eye contact that makes him twitch, tugging it until it hangs loosely off of your shoulder.

“i need you, osc. i trust you.” you utter, soft and enticing. one finger runs under the cup of your bra, flicking over your nipple. he can just about see the hardened bud through the lace of your bra. it’s not enough, though, and every ounce of self control depletes when you whine, “want you inside of me so badly.”

the elastic band snaps and he’s on top of you, rutting between your legs like a man starved. you drag his shirt up and over his shoulder blades, moaning as you feel each and every muscle under your fingertips.

“just wanna make you feel good.” oscar rasps, rolling his hips even harder into your core.

“take these off.” you beg, pulling at the waistband of his joggers. he somehow musters the strength to pry himself off of you, just long enough to discard the uncomfortable material of his sweats, but as soon as he looks down, his plans change.

painted over the crotch of them is a shiny pool of your slick, and when his eyes flit hungrily to your core, he sees where you’ve soaked through your panties. you’re panting when you see the stain, and you just want to get him inside of you, but his priorities have changed. oscar collapses between your legs, head buried, tongue exploring.

he groans, carnal and needy, into the fabric of your underwear, laving his tongue over the lace. your eyes widen as he dives in, licking over the wet patch until he grows frustrated. you hear the tearing of the fabric, feel his big hands pawing at your thighs to spread them as wide as they’ll go. his tongue slides right inside of you and he whines. he fucking whines. the vibration nearly makes you scream. you can’t believe this is your oscar, the same oscar that had quivered with nerves a mere five minutes ago.

“oh my god.” you chant, rolling your hips against his face. you must be all over him by now, what with the way he’s sucking and slurping, obscene sounds of wetness sounding around the room. you’d be blushing a deep red if you weren’t so turned on, shaking against his bedspread which will probably need changing once he’s done with you.

you thought that maybe he was inexperienced and that was the source of his fear, but if he was, you never would have known. he was a natural in between your legs, nipping at your clit to get you even louder for him.

you cum faster than ever, and he’s mumbling something incoherent into your pussy when you do. you’re riding the high, midway through the bliss, when a thick finger slips its way inside of you. oscar realises that he can easily slide another in, and he does. he doesn’t thrust them in and out, he grinds them against your walls, and your mouth falls open as a silent scream forces it’s way out.

you cum a second time, in record time yet again, and he still doesn’t let up. he’s hitting that spot relentlessly with his fingers, keeping your clit between his swollen lips, and you’re begging him. for what, you’re not sure, but you’re whimpering his name like you’re going to die. and what a good way to go this would be.

his eyes meet yours, and he looks unhinged. that’s when you feel it. that all consuming, belly twisting rush.

“oscar!” you try to warn him, but it’s too late, and he knows it. he makes you squirt, because of course he does. the shy guy who was scared that he wouldn’t be able to please you makes you squirt.

he pulls his mouth off of you but keeps his fingers buried deep, eyes fixed on watching the way your pussy convulses.

“holy shit.” you cry. you’re staring down at him like you’ve gone insane. he’s smiling innocently.

“was that good?” he almost sounds shy and you want to kick him.

“are you… are you serious?” you rasp. oscar just shrugs. “get up here.” you reach for him and complies, slotting himself between your legs once more.

oscar resumes the rolls of his hips, and the friction of the grey fabric against your core makes your eyes roll back.

“please, oscar, fuck me.” you whine, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he bites down, leaving behind the sting of his teeth and a faint purple splotch.

“fucking love you.” he slurs, his accent thickening in a way that makes him sound that extra bit fucked out already.

“i love you.” you murmur, forcing his sweats down his legs. his boxers are wet, just like your panties were, and you can’t help but stare. oh, it’s big.

his boxers are peeled down and you can feel yourself throbbing. his cock hangs heavy, red and dripping, painfully hard. you reach for it, looking at him to make sure it’s okay to touch, and he’s rapidly nodding his head. your small hand struggles but you make it work, and his head tips back, exposing his thick neck that you want to suck purple. your hand works over him a few times, and a visible shiver running through his body makes you stop.

“you ready for me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“please.” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist. “however you want me, ‘m yours.” you breathe.

oscar’s eyes roll back in his head, your words sending his brain blank, and then he’s pushing home, slow and deep.

“fucking hell.” he groans, guttural. you’re so tight, warm, soaking wet. he feels like the biggest idiot in the world for waiting so long for this.

“oh.” you gasp, your eyebrows knitting together. he’s so deep. “so full.” you pant.

“can you take it, sweetheart?” oscar’s lips bump your jaw. “want you to take it.” you nod profusely, desperate to hear him run his mouth even further. your eyes clench shut when you feel him move, just the tiniest bit, readjusting.

“move.” you plead. he’s staring down at you, watching every single micro movement of your face.

oscar pulls out the smallest bit and thrusts back in, nice and slow. the drag drives you feral, the weight of him on top of you makes you weak. you want to stay like this until the end of days.

“good?” he hisses, trying to keep composed. he’s finally inside of you, claiming you as his in the most intimate way of all. he tries not to think about how many times he could have had you begging under him in the last three months.

“so good, so good.” you repeat, pushing your hips up to try and meet his.

“so pretty like this for me. always so, so pretty.” he rambles. he realises that he never quite made it as far as getting your bra off, and he needs to see all of you. the cups are tugged haphazardly down, and oscar stares at your breasts like he’s never seen tits before. you hear him hum, low and greedy, and then you feel the wet drag of his tongue across your nipple.

the animalistic whine that he rips from you makes him thrust harder, upping his pace a bit. he can hear how much wetter you get when he picks up his pace, and he changes up his rhythm, pushing all the way in and dragging out again at lightning speed. your jaw goes slack and your eyes are damp.

“baby, what’s wrong?” oscar slows to a stop, and you want to scream.

“no, no, no, keep going.” you choke out, your throat constricting with a sob. “it’s so good. feel so good.” you sound drunk, all for him, and he loses his mind completely.

he taps into that athletic stamina, fucking into you with a newfound vigour that you didn’t think was humanly possible, and you feel things that you didn’t even know you could feasibly feel. you see stars behind your eyes, his face, and nothing else but bright white. calloused fingers find your clit, and you wonder fleetingly if he’s trying to kill you when he rubs messy shapes into the much too overstimulated bud. his teeth graze your nipple, and everything seems to come together perfectly.

thick tears run hot down your cheeks, only to be licked away by eager tongue. your belly tightens, aflame for him; he’s wound your body up perfectly and you’ve never in your life teetered so dangerously over the edge.

“can feel you, baby. want you to cum, okay? ‘n then i’m gonna fill you up.” oscar grunts. you clamp down on him even tighter, thanking god for oscar’s filthy fucking mouth and birth control, and then everything snaps.

you think you scream, you know that you’re sobbing, and your throat is raw when the wave hits. oscar keeps going, intensifying your pleasure, and when he finally let’s go, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen. it’s surreal, the way his neck flexes, eyes clenched tight, brown locks flopping over his sweat damped forehead. and the sounds he makes, god. he’s muttering into your ear, lewd and shameless, and a fifth orgasm nearly takes you under.

“gonna need you everyday like this, tight fucking pussy, all mine. can’t live without this now. fucking perfect.” he’s rambling, burrowing deep into you one last time. you feel his warmth spilling into you, feel his hot breath fanning your face. he licks into your awaiting mouth.

“fuck.” you giggle, breathless.

“good?” he raises an eyebrow, grinning bashfully.

“more than worth the wait.” you whisper, mustering the strength to lift your head just enough so that you can peck his lips. “you better not hold out on me ever again though.” oscar laughs at that and you feel the rumble in your flushed chest.

“you promise?” there’s the shy guy again.

“osc, honey, that was the best. ever. ever. need you to be mr sex god more often.”

“only if you behave for me.” he smirks down at you.

“there he is.” you sigh happily.

when he snakes his way back between your legs, lapping up the mess he’s made, and then some, you wonder just what you’ve unleashed.

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[thebibliosphere]

Speaking of therapy, I say, as though we're old friends, and you're not a stranger trapped in this metaphorical elevator with me and you can hear the suspension wires starting to fray.

I've been doing a lot of work recently that's focused on imposter syndrome and the feeling that no matter how well or how much I do, I'm not good enough. That I'm somehow tricking everyone into thinking my work is actually good.

Some days it's a minor niggle in my head that I can gentle and soothe with logic and affirmations. Or smother, depending on the mood. Other times it's loud and all-consuming and the mental anguish it causes me is so real I can feel it twitching in my muscles. This desperate fight-or-flight instinct with nowhere to go and nothing to fight but myself.

Anyway, because I'm several types of Mentally Unwell™, I was switching between workshop sheets ahead of next week. Filling in different forms. (Trying to get a good grade in therapy) And I got my "recognize your harmful ADHD coping mechanisms" worksheet mixed in with the "you're not actually lying to people, you just feel like you are because your brain is full of weasels" worksheet, and seeing them side by side made something go topsy turvy in my head, and I just had to sit and breathe for a couple of minutes until the urge to scream passed. Because it clicked, it all suddenly clicked.

The reason the imposter syndrome workshops and therapy sessions aren't sticking was because I do routinely trick people into thinking I'm someone I'm not.

Because I'm masking my ADHD for their convenience.

I've always known there was something wrong with me. My neurotypical peers made it abundantly clear I didn't fit in or was failing in some way I couldn't see nor remedy, no matter how hard I tried.

So I compressed myself into a workaholic box of hyper-competence in the hopes they'd stop noticing the flaws and exploit like me instead. And then subsequently lived with the daily fear that if they looked too close, they'd realize I'm a monumental fuck up with enough personal baggage to block the Suez Canal.

If you ever need someone to burn themselves to ashes for your comfort and convenience, I'm your gal.

Or I used to. Until I had a bit of a breakdown, and the rubber band holding my brain together snapped and pinged off into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately, the trauma of living like that didn't also fuck off and instead left a gaping maw where my personality ought to be, so now I get to deal with that aftermath.

And it's that aftermath that's affecting the imposter syndrome shit. Because yes, I am hyper-competent and good at what I do-- but it doesn't feel real because that is how I mask.

And the truly frustrating thing is I am good at what I do. I am not pretending. I worked hard to be good at this. It just feels like I'm dicking around because 90% of my personality turns out to be trauma masquerading as humor in a trenchcoat, and having people genuinely like something weird I'm doing is so foreign my brain has decided it's just another form of masking.

I'm pretending to be a good author so people will think I'm a good author, and my brain thinks we are in Danger of being found out. We are in Danger, and writing is Dangerous because then people will know I'm Weird and not whatever palatable version I've presented myself as for their NT sensibilities.

Like the neurotic vampire with a raging praise kink wasn't an obvious giveaway.

Anyway. I got nothing else. Thanks for listening.

I'm going to go be very normal in another room and not stare into the abyss of my own soul for a bit.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo

chapter one

summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you can’t stand each other.

{enemies to lovers, fake dating}

includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn

wc: 2.4k

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a/n: first series! it won’t be super long, but I hope you enjoy. send requests for more fics!

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“Matt, you can’t back out now!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare at your best friend where he lays on his bed, setting his phone down to look up at you.

“I’m sorry, love, something came up and I can’t make it,” he apologizes, shrugging his shoulders. “I can’t get out of it.”

You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. You had a family wedding to attend and already RSVP’d with a plus one, which was supposed to be your best friend Matt, who had lovingly agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend for the night. Your family was super invasive about you getting a boyfriend, and you wanted to avoid all of the comments and questions by just pretending to have a boyfriend for one night at the wedding, but your plan was falling apart.

“What am I supposed to do? I already told everyone I was coming with somebody, they’re gonna know I was lying if I show up by myself,” you tell him, trying to rack your brain for any ideas.

“You could bring Nick,” Matt suggests, picking his phone back up and going back to scrolling.

You scoff. “Yeah right, like Nick could pretend to be straight for an entire night. He’d be caught in less than an hour.” You shake your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to Matt. “I’m gonna have to go on, like, Bumble or something and find some random to go with me.”

Matt looks up at you over his phone, waiting for you to lock eyes with him before he starts to speak. “I mean… I know one other guy you could ask.”

You tilt your head, excited to hear the suggestion, before you realize who he’s talking about and your eyes widen, head shaking rapidly. “Absolutely not,” you put your hands up, pointer fingers crossed over in an X. “I am not asking Chris, no way.”

Matt raises his eyebrows and purses his lips. “I told you I knew someone, I didn’t say you’d like what I said.”

You roll your eyes. “He would never say yes to me anyway, even if I did want to ask him.”

Matt shrugs. “Maybe. You could always bribe him, he loves a good bribe.”

You think about it for another moment, knowing it would be easier to get Chris to do it than it would to find some random guy to go to a wedding as a first date, but the thought of spending an entire night next to Chris made your skin crawl.

The two of you had never really gotten along, even with you being around as much as you were, you guys never clicked, in fact it was the complete opposite, always insulting each other any chance you got, ignoring each other, and always avoiding being in the same room by yourself, even if only for a few moments.

“I mean… I could try but I really can’t promise I won’t kill your brother, Matt,” you half joke, but not really. “Might turn you into a twin.”

“That’s fucked,” Matt laughs, using his foot to kick you lightly. “I‘ll still be a triplet, even if you kill him. I’ll just be a triplet with severe depression and no will no live.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you tell him through a laugh. “Your life would be so much quieter, wouldn’t that be nice? You’d secretly thank me for killing him.”

Matt shakes his head at you with a smile, though his eyes tell you he thinks you’re crazy, before looking back down at his phone.

“Killing who?” A voice sounds from the doorway and you look up to see the man of the hour staring back at you, a disinterested look on his face.

“You,” you smile sweetly up at Chris.

“That’s nice,” he says, flashing you a fake, tight lipped smile before turning to his brother. “Hey, can you take me to go get food?”

Matt groans and throws his head back, closing his eyes. “But I’m so comfortable,” he whines.

You take a deep breath and consider your options. Chris, who you hate but have known for years, or a random guy who might be a serial killer? You’d definitely be safer with Chris, but the thought of having to be near him without his brothers for an entire night seemed like hell. Especially having to act like you were pleased to be in his presence.

“I’ll take you,” you speak before you can stop yourself.

Both Matt and Chris look at you with shocked expressions, Chris having a bit of disgust in his eyes.

“I’d rather starve, thanks,” Chris replies. “Matt, c’mon seriously, can you take me?” He asks again.

“Chris,” you say in a stern voice, standing up from the bed and walking towards him. “Let me take you. I need to talk to you.”

Chris watches you walk past him through the doorway and then looks back at Matt, shooting him a confused look, to which his brother just shrugs, before he leaves to follow you, finding you by the front door slipping your crocs on.

“The fuck is this about?” He asks, trotting down the stairs to meet you by the front door. “You in love with me or some shit?”

You look up at him with an unamused expression. “You wish I was in love with you.” You huff. “I told you, I gotta talk to you.”

You open the front door and head outside towards your car, opening the drivers side door. You look behind you and see Chris standing in the doorway, staring after you. “I’ll buy your food,” you tell him, and he immediately shuts the door behind him and walks up to your car. “You should’ve led with that!” He says.

You both get in your car and you start driving. “Where do you want to go?” You ask him, turning your head to see him on his phone. “Chris,” you push, reaching out to smack his phone out of his hand, causing it to land on the floor.

“What the fuck, dude. Unnecessary.” Chris huffs, reaching down to grab his phone, but he tucked it between his legs instead of going back on it. “I don’t know, McDonald’s?”

You groan. “You always get McDonald’s. Can’t we get like Popeyes or something?”

Chris looks at you, raising an eyebrow. “Well I didn’t know you were gonna eat, too, jesus. Sure, Popeyes is fine.” He goes for his phone again, but you reach out and grab his hand, stopping him.

“Wait,” you start. “I actually do need to talk to you.”

Chris sighs and puts his phone away in his pocket completely, looking over at you. “Okay, spit it out then.”

You flash a glare at him quickly before returning your eyes to the road. “So… Matt was going to be my plus one for a wedding I’m going to, but he can’t go anymore because something came up, and I can’t ask Nick because he’s gay and that just won’t work, and so that just leaves you.” You tell him nervously.

“So what if he’s gay, your family homophobic or something?” Chris asks, annoyance lacing his voice.

You sigh and pull into the Popeyes parking lot, pulling into a spot and throwing the car into park before you turn your body to face Chris. “No, they’re not homophobic. It’s just… I kind of told them I was bringing a boyfriend.”

Chris stares at you for a moment before laughing, completely unserious. “You? A boyfriend? That’s hilarious. I can’t believe you’re lying to your family about having a boyfriend.”

You don’t laugh though, you just drop your eyes down to your lap, knowing that this was exactly how the conversation would go.

“Wait a minute, that means you want me to pretend I’m your boyfriend? Fuck no, I’d rather be single for the rest of my life. Forget it, dude, you’re shit outta luck with me.” Chris shakes his head, bringing a hand up to run through his hair.

You nod and start backing out of the spot, heading towards the drive-thru. “Yeah I figured that was how you’d respond,” you murmur.

You guys order your food, and you still pay for it, staying true to your word, before heading home. It was a quick but quiet ride back, both of you getting out of the car without a word, not even a ‘thank you’ shot your way. You take your shoes off and head back up to Matt’s room, seeing him in the same position you left him in, only now he was watching a movie, and you got in his bed to join him with your food.

“How’d it go?” He asked, reaching out to steal one of your fries.

“Exactly how I expected it to go. He laughed in my face and said he’d rather be single for the rest of his life than pretend to be my boyfriend,” you tell Matt, looking down at him from where you sat.

Matt smiles up at you, reaching out to pat your leg. “Sorry, kid. You tried.”

You nod and look up at the tv screen, starting to eat your dinner.

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The next day, you’re sitting on your couch panting your toes and watching your favorite comfort show when you hear the doorbell ring, startling you as you weren’t expecting anybody over today. You look down at your toes and swear under your breath, seeing that you smeared polish along your skin.

You set down the polish on the table and stand up, walking to your door and pulling it open, jaw dropping in shock when you come face to face with Chris, the last person you expected to show up at your door unannounced. You almost wanted to rub your eyes in case you were mistaking him for another triplet, but you knew your eyes didn’t deceive you.

“Chris?” You question. “How did you get here?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “I ubered?” He says like it’s obvious. “You gonna let me in or what?”

You take a step back and let him into your house, shutting the door behind him. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You say, sitting back down on your couch. He follows and sits at the opposite end, looking over at you.

He ignores your question, watching you as you continue to do your toes, cleaning up the mess you made. “Why not just get your toes done?” He asks.

You look at him with an annoyed expression. “Costs money? Why spend money when I can sit around and do it myself?” You go back to painting your toes. “Why are you here?”

Chris shrugs. “Been thinking about what you said yesterday, about the wedding.”

You stop what you’re doing and put the polish back down, turning your attention on Chris completely. “Did you change your mind?” You ask him.

He sighs and licks his lips before speaking. “Consider it my charity for the year,” he smiles, tilting his head at you. “But I need a small favor from you.”

“A favor in return isn’t charity, Chris, it’s like… eye for an eye or whatever.” You look at him deadpan. Of course he’d want something in return, he could never do something for you out of the goodness of his heart.

“Whatever, dude, you want my help or not?” Chris asks. “If not I’ll just leave, doesn’t make a difference to me.”

You huff and give in. “Fine. What’s the favor?” You ask him.

He pulls out his phone, scooting a bit closer to you on the couch. “There’s this girl that will not stop hitting me up and she’s driving me crazy. I told her I’m not interested, I’ve ignored her messages, I even blocked her on snap to see if she’d get the hint but she still texts me every day.” He shows you all of the unanswered messages and your jaw drops.

“Holy shit, what does this girl see in you?” You laugh, reading how desperate she was for Chris.

“Funny,” Chris replies, unamused.

“What does this have to do with me?” You ask him, looking back up at his face.

“I think it’s only fair if I pretend to be your boyfriend at the wedding, you pretend to be my girlfriend on social media. Only for a few weeks or until she stops messaging me. Plus, you’re way hotter than her. ” Chris tells you, and by the tone of his voice, he’s completely serious.

You feel heat rising up your neck and you try to get it under control before your cheeks turn red. “You think I’m hot?” You ask him, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Not the point,” he replies.

“So you tell me that you would rather be single for the rest of your life than pretend to be my boyfriend, and now you want me to pretend I’m your girlfriend?” You clarify, and he just nods, like it’s no big deal. “Pretending to be together at an event is one thing, but you want to take photos to look like a couple? That’s a little… intimate don’t you think?”

Chris shrugs his shoulders. “I’m a big boy, you’re a big girl. Don’t think you can handle a little physical touch without falling for me?” He smirks, leaning in closer to you.

You grimace and reach up to push his shoulder away. “Gross, dude. I could have sex with you and still not fall in love with you and your terrible personality.”

Chris gasps, fake shocked, throwing a hand to his chest. “I am a very good lover, why do you think this girl won’t stop texting me?”

Your eyes widen. “You had sex with her?!” You shriek. “Chris, no wonder she keeps blowing your shit up!”

Chris groans and throws his head back, leaning it on the back of the couch. “It was supposed to be a one time thing, I don’t know why she’s so hung up on me!”

You find yourself giggling a bit before you stop and clear your throat, not wanting to give Chris the satisfaction of making you laugh. You compose yourself and shake your head, clearly disappointed in the boy across from you. “Fine, I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend, but no kissing! I draw the line at kissing.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry, I don’t want to kiss you,” Chris cringes. “So… I guess we should start planning this?”

You nod and smile towards him, placing your hands in your lap as you guys start to figure out how to execute both individual plans.

-

a/n: this chapter is SUPER short but it’s kinda just to get a feel of the fic and how it’s gonna play out. I really hope you guys like this series im so nervous about it!!

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[fourth-wing-stories]

Playing with fire

Pairing: Ridoc x reader

Summary: Ridoc is always a tease, but what happens if you go along with it?

Masterlist

You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, fingers absently running through the pages of a book you’re not really reading. Ridoc is sprawled out at the foot of your bed, half hanging off the edge like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s been making snarky comments and joking with you for the past hour, and you’ve been giving it right back.

He glances up from where he’s lying, his usual smirk playing at his lips. "You know, I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me."

You raise an eyebrow without looking up from your book. "Avoiding you? I see you literally every day, Ridoc."

"Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you're giving me the attention I deserve." His voice dips, that mock-serious tone he always uses when he’s messing with you, and it pulls a reluctant smile to your lips.

"You’re so needy," you mutter, flipping a page.

Ridoc laughs, deep and low, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Needy? Oh no, love. I think you are. I see the way you look at me.”

You finally glance at him over the top of your book, pretending to be unimpressed. “You’re delusional.”

He crawls toward you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and the air between you shifts just slightly. You can tell he’s up to something, but you can’t help leaning into it, drawn in by that infuriating charm of his.

Ridoc’s voice softens as he gets closer, hovering just inches away. “You sure about that? ‘Cause I can see right through you. You’re practically begging for me to make a move.”

You roll your eyes but feel a flicker of heat in your chest at how close he is, the way his breath fans lightly against your skin. “Begging, huh? Someone’s got an ego.”

He grins, and before you can react, he leans in just a little more, his lips brushing against your ear. “Come on. Admit it,” he murmurs. “You’ve been thinking about this… about me… just like I’ve been thinking about you.”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a split second, you’re caught in the moment. But then you snap out of it, biting back a smile as you push him back lightly. “Dream on, Ridoc.”

His eyes widen, clearly surprised that you didn’t just brush him off like usual. “Wait—hold up. Did you just—did you actually consider that?”

You give him a small smirk, leaning back on your hands. “I don’t know, did I?”

Ridoc blinks at you, completely thrown off his game now. “Oh, this is dangerous territory, love.”

“Is it?” you ask, your voice dripping with challenge.

He looks at you, eyes narrowing, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re serious or just messing with him. “You’re playing with fire,” he warns, though the teasing edge is still there in his voice.

You lean in, just enough to make it clear you’re not backing down. “And what if I am? Think you can handle it?”

Ridoc swallows, his smirk faltering just a little, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head. This is new, this shift between the two of you, and he doesn’t quite know how to navigate it.

Then, after a beat of silence, Ridoc’s expression softens into something more genuine, his usual cockiness fading for just a moment. “You don’t get it, do you?” he says quietly, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “If you keep teasing me like this… one day, I’m not gonna be able to stop myself.”

The way he says it makes your breath catch, and for a moment, you’re not sure if you’re still in control of the game you started. But you don’t let that show. Instead, you tilt your head, offering him a slow, knowing smile.

“Well then,” you whisper, leaning in close enough that your lips almost touch his, “maybe I’m counting on that.”

Ridoc’s breath hitches, and for a split second, it feels like the world’s about to tip over. You can feel the tension crackling between you, the charged silence, the weight of everything unsaid but understood in the way he looks at you like he’s seconds away from crossing that line.

But just as you’re about to close the distance, you pull back, sitting up straight and grabbing your book again as if nothing happened.

Ridoc stares at you, dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open. “Wait. What the hell just happened?”

You don’t even bother looking at him, your lips curling into a smirk. “What? Were you expecting something else?”

He throws his head back with a groan, running a hand through his hair. “You’re evil. Pure evil.”

“Am I?” You shrug innocently. “Maybe you’re just easy to mess with.”

Ridoc narrows his eyes, scooting closer again, but this time the playfulness is edged with something darker, more intent. “Oh, love, I’m gonna get you back for that. Just wait.”

“Promises, promises,” you tease, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

Ridoc chuckles, shaking his head. “You won’t be laughing for long. I’ll make sure of that.”

You bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to break through. He’s still Ridoc, still playful and lighthearted, but you can tell that you’ve pushed him just far enough. Now, it’s only a matter of time before he follows through on that unspoken challenge you’ve set up between you.

And you’re already looking forward to it.

[goldblumluv]

comforting Hugh

summary: the age gap is a reoccurring conversation. And both of you need reassurance time to time that this is okay. Some of your interests misalign, due to age, but no one has completely the same interests as the person you’re in a relationship with.

tags: mentions of smut but actually no smut. fluff. no gendered pronouns except talking about having a baby.

wc: 1.9k

You’re both in bed after a long day. It’s actually the middle of the night. You wake up to turn sides when you find Hugh on his back. “Why are you awake?” You murmur. “Can’t sleep” he replies.

Now you’re on your side, facing him. He’s still on his back but looks at you. You register the sad look in his eyes. “What are you thinking about?” He covers his face. “I’m just feeling insecure.” You furrow your brows in shock, Hugh Jackman insecure? Whatever next. You quickly change your face though because you can see why it can easily be construed as being rude. “Do you want to talk about it?” “You go asleep” “Hugh how the hell am I meant to sleep knowing you’re not okay?” You now push yourself up so you’re sat and facing him. “We don’t have to talk about it right now but we’ll do something until you go asleep” He gives an amused smile.

It’s funny that despite the age gap, you get to see Hugh’s vulnerable side, the side where he is similar to someone younger. There is still something childlike in him; humour to his insecurities. “Am I too old for you?” This is a reoccurring conversation in your relationship. Not an argument - it was in the beginning. From your side and his. Sometimes you feel like a baby, sometimes he feels like a caregiver. You’ve never made each other feel like this intentionally, but it would be completely ignorant to pretend there aren’t moments of doubt. But now you both understand the circumstances of how the press and media can get in your head, play on a problem already existing and then exaggerate it by tenfold. Nothing a bit of reassurance can’t sort out.

“Huh?” You reply shocked. Not that it’s a bad thing to talk about. But usually this conversation is expected after a tough conversation with people around you. Not randomly in the middle of the night. “Am I a child to you?” You throw it back at him. Not angrily. Just for him to think about the other side. “No” “well then” “I just don’t want to take anything from you” “like what?” “Going out with your friends, meeting someone who can give you what I can’t” “hold on” you rub your head almost comically. You can handle these conversations better in daylight, but that was a lot of words for 3:00am. He starts laughing “what?” “I’m waking myself up” He looks at you completely smitten. The love… and in turn the anxiety… is flowing from his eyes alone.

“Just so you know you’re not too far into this to end it” that breaks your heart. “I don’t want to end it- I can’t wait to get as many grey hairs as you and then we can have a grey hair competition” You both laugh. “One- Hugh… one of the things I love about you and I think why we work is you’re a person without me and I’m a person without you, do you get me?” He straight up says no. I think he’s lying. He just wants to hear me keep talking. “You don’t swallow me and you accept me as I am, I’m not forced to be with you. I choose to be with you. I’m attached to the hip to you by choice. - I will go see my friends and truly be so excited to come home to you” You reach to intertwine fingers with him. “Are you sure?” “Hugh you know how defiant I can be…. I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t want to do. And if part of you thinks I’m being selfish and is doing this for my image or whatever… you’ve literally watched me throw up and have tantrums…. If anything I’ve given you ammo to ruin my career.” “Okay” is all he can muster. “And second of all.. what can someone else give me that you can’t?” “They can be your age and do this with you for the first time” “Or…. I can be with someone older that can help me navigate it. I can be with someone I can trust because they’ve done this before. I can rely on them” You smile. He smiles. “Is that how you see it?” “Yeah. What if I get myself in shit and then whoever the mysterious man is doesn’t know what to do?” “I might not know what to do” “but I trust… I know… you’ll help me get out of it. If there’s a problem you’re my man” His other arm is outstretched rubbing your side appreciatively.

“What if something good happens? What if they can celebrate more than me?” “You’re the first person I want to tell though- is this cause you’re past clubbing age?” You smugly smile. He looks bashful. “I go to the club possibly once every 4 months, out of choice. I’m not and never have been wild like that. That’s not intentionally because of you. I go cause I truly want to” “I just don’t want you to restrict yourself cause of me” You straddle him now. You lean down and grab the sides of his face. He holds your waist. “I never have and I won’t” “if something good happens I would love to tell you, we go to a nice place and eat and drink and gossip. Then I can go to the club to my friends if I want. And then I get to come home shit faced and you get to look after me. If anything I should be asking if that’s too much for you?” “When you have come home shit faced it makes me laugh. You’re funny” “I’m funny normal faced as well” “you are” “do you mind taking care of me?” “I’ll do everything to make sure you have an easy life and I’ll enjoy every moment of it” “do you worry when I’m out without you?” “I think part of me is jealous and anxious but I know that is not my scene anymore” “anxious for what though?” “What if something happens?” “I told you, you’re my guy if something happens” “I do like when you text me you miss me though” You look bashful now.

“What if a guy approaches you or something?” He sees your face get defensive. “No I’m not saying you would do anything. But what if he’s trying to woo you and I’m not there?” “There is so much evidence on the internet of me giving guys attitude *he’s smug now, he likes that*, me actually running away from guys plus my friends are the type to bark at guys” He pulls his neck forward now. “Bark?” He repeats confused. You cover your face to laugh. “Yeah” “what do you mean” “I’ve seen them literally bark at men to get them to leave us alone” He pulls a face that says “what the hell” but he only says “right” “I think I like 10 guys but you’re number 1” “Do you get guys coming up to you?” You mirror this emoji 😬. You don’t want to lie, nothing good comes from it. “Not a lot, no one wants to compete with you” I offer a smile. “But some do.” “Some like to try it yes” “what do you do?” “What do you do when women come up to you?” You keep try throwing the questions back at him for him to understand you feel the same way about him as he does to you. “Ryan doesn’t bark at them” You wince, you know this is going to follow you for at least a couple months. “I’m not mad that he doesn’t” you laugh. “But what do you do?” “Say no, sorry” “Have you put your foot down?” You say with raised eyebrows. One of the first arguments you had was him flirting with interviewers and other actresses. He just nods. “Did the world stop spinning?” You joke. He rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry” you laugh. “The world keeps spinning” he replies. “You’re still the nicest guy in the industry” “Has anyone ever… not left you alone?” “That’s when the barking comes out” “and it works?” “Have you ever tried have a conversation when 3 people are making noises at you?” He shakes his head and laughs. “You guys are insane” “next time you see them I’ll get them do it”

“What if by the time you want a baby, I can’t give it to you? Will you not want someone that gives you a baby?” “I don’t know if I’ll ever want a baby” “But say you decide you do, and I want a baby as well” “Disney said you’re acting until you’re 95 though so you might be busy” This conversation you dance around. Not out of fear of what Hugh is saying though. It’s just a real serious conversation and you genuinely don’t know what you want. You know you want to get married. You know you’re a lover. You know what career you’ve wanted since you were 14. But a baby? That’s the only thing you’ve been unsure of. And society expects you to have a baby. Hugh knows this, but he also knows the have a serious relationship we need to be on the same page. A plan.

“Just listen to my hypotheticals. What if you decide now you want a baby, and I’m too old and my dick doesn’t work” “You can fuck me with a dildo” He rolls his eyes exasperated but you feel the twitch of his dick. “No. Okay. So. Say we both want a baby. First of all, it might be my fault as well. But if we can’t do it naturally, we have IVF. Adoption. Surrogate.” “Don’t you want it naturally?” “Well you know that’s one of the things I’m scared of, actually giving birth. So to be honest. No, I don’t know. I’m not against adoption. When the time comes. Plus Jeff Goldblum was having kids at like 65 so we’ve got another 9 years yet.” He chuckles. “I’m not going to sleep with someone I don’t even love just so I can have their kid?” You raise the end like a question because you’re in disbelief. You can’t think of anything worse. All he replies is “you love me?”

You playfully scowl. “I tolerate you” “is that why you’ve stayed up with me?” “You might take sex away from me if I don’t” He pulls you down by his big strong hands on your back. He kisses all over your face. “I just don’t want you to leave.” It’s so small and quiet. Tender. “You’re my best friend and I’m not leaving. I love you” He just looks at you softly. You raise your eyebrows, “say it back… God” “I love you” he says through a chuckle. You kiss his forehead and his nose. You shuffle down so now you’re now level to his chest. “Now go to sleep” “Yes sir.” You slightly shake your head, he’s completely ripped that off you. Sense of humour is a big thing and your age definitely changes that, but look at him absorbing everything I say. He is mentally 25 years old. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He very quickly bends his neck down to kiss your head and then puts his head back on his pillow. This is how you sleep.

[melosliving]

kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader

we listen and we don’t judge …

The TikTok begins with Kelvin already recording, holding the phone way too close to his face. His mischievous grin is the first thing you see, and you can already tell he’s about to start some drama.

“Hey y’all, It’s your boy Kelvin, and we’re about to do the ‘We Listen and We Don’t Judge’ challenge. So, uh, we listen… and we don’t judge, right? Cool. Here’s mine : I might have tried on your wigs once or twice when you weren’t near.”

Your head whips around so fast you almost pull something. “Kelvin what the fuck” He bites his lip to keep from laughing, but his shoulders shake from trying to hold it in. “You said no judgment ! That’s the challenge!”

The camera now focusing on y’all’s feet, you snatch the phone out of his hand, scandalized. “First of all, this is not the challenge. Second, which wigs, Kelvin?!”

He raises his hands like he’s innocent. “Just the bob ones! I look good in a bob!”

You stare at him, speechless, while he’s cackling like he just won a prize. Finally, you roll your eyes and turn to the camera. “This man is deranged. I don’t even know why I agreed to this.”

Kelvin leans into the frame, still laughing. “We listen and we don’t judge, though!” You hold up a hand to stop him. “No, because you’re doing this all wrong. It’s supposed to be about quirky things you actually do, not whatever nonsense that just was.”

He smirks, leaning back into the couch. “I mean, technically, I do try on your wigs…”

“Kelvin, I’m serious,” you deadpan, narrowing your eyes at him. “Can you behave for one second?”

“Alright, alright,” he says, putting on an innocent face that you know is a complete lie. “Let’s do it your way.”

You sigh, refocusing the camera. “Okay, I’m starting this over because clearly, Kelvin can’t be trusted. Now, we’re doing the ‘We Listen and We Don’t Judge’ challenge, the correct way. Let’s go. Kelvin, start.”

Kelvin takes a deep breath, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “Alright. We listen, and we don’t judge… but the first time I saw you, I said ‘smash’ in my head.”

Your jaw drops as you stare at him in disbelief. “bro !” He throws his head back, laughing. “What? I’m just being honest! I mean, have you seen yourself?”

You try to hold back your laughter, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this man just said that on camera.”

“This is a safe space,” he replies, smirking. “No judgment, remember?”

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes but grinning. “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I purposely mess up my lines just so I can hear you repeat yours. Your accent is distracting.”

Kelvin stares at you, stunned, before breaking into a wide grin. “Wait—hold on. You’re telling me I’ve been messing up my takes because you can’t focus ? Are you not ashamed ?”

“I am really proud of myself when thinking about this,” you admit with a shrug. “It’s not my fault you sound good like that.”

Kelvin leans back, hand on his chest like you’ve wounded him. “You know what? I’m not even mad. That’s a compliment, low-key.”

“High-key,” you reply, smirking. Kelvin shakes his head, still smiling. “Alright, my turn. We listen, and we don’t judge… but I once told my mom you were my favorite co-star, and she called me out for blushing.”

Your eyes widen, and you laugh, covering your face. “Kelvin, stop! You’re lying”

“Im not, I’m just telling the truth,” he says, leaning closer to you. “Your turn.” You take a deep breath, pretending to think before confessing, “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I search myself on TikTok and click on edits of either myself or us because they’re so cute.”

Kelvin’s grin gets even wider. “You watch our edits?!”

“I do,” you admit, laughing. “Listen, they’re good! And honestly? The chemistry is undeniable.”

Kelvin smirks, clearly enjoying this. “See? Even the internet agrees we’re iconic.” The mood softens slightly as Kelvin says, “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough to show people how much I care about them. Especially you.”

You blink, surprised, before smiling warmly. “Look at him" you pout, your eyes glistening at him. "Kelvin, you’re one of the most thoughtful people I know.”

Kelvin looks at you, his grin softening into something genuine. “Alright, last one. We listen, and we don’t judge… but I think you’re one of my favorite people, and I don’t tell you that enough. Working with you on Mufasa was amazing, but getting to know you outside of all that? Even better.”

Your cheeks flush as you nudge him playfully. “Kelvin, you know what you’re doing. You’re never beating the allegations.”

“Let ‘em think what they want,” he says with a wink. The video ends with you both laughing as you lean into each other, the undeniable chemistry between you leaving the comment section in shambles.

#TikTok!Comments

@user 1 NOT HIM SAYING ‘SMASH’ I’M SCREAMING. 🫠

@user 2 The way they flirt so casually?? Get married already.

@user 3 Her admitting she searches their edits?? I’d do the same, sis.

@user 4 Kelvin really called her his favorite co-star, and I’m crying real tears.

@user 5 The chemistry is too real. aaron punching the air rn.

@user 6 They’re so natural with each other. This isn’t acting; this is love.

@The lion King Forget Mufasa. These two are the real stars.

@ melosliving 2025

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Drabble List #8

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"Just one of those days, I guess."

"This makes it easier to identify them."

"Have you ever had friendship bracelets?"

"Feel free to walk all over me."

"You're the one stirring the pot."

"I feel like you don't actually believe me."

"What a tragedy this is."

"This will be permanent."

"Oh well, nothing I can do about it now."

"The media is lying to you - and so is everyone else."

"Just gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

"Silly me to assume you would care."

"You should clean the mess you make."

"My life is amazing, it really is."

"Nothing to complain here."

"I can't believe that we finally made it."

"Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Mark my words, this will not end cute."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"You look hot, mama."

"Can you bail me out? Please?"

"What a silly thing to say."

"So, this is it? Really?"

"It will never be truly over."

"That is a fascinating tattoo that you have."

"You're going to jail for this."

"What a dramatic exit."

"I know your friends."

"A seat will be assigned to you shortly."

"Here is a list of all the ways you are wrong."

"We should talk about what happened."

"Do you have your ticket ready?"

"I'm sorry, but our personal goals just don't match up."

"The boxes are all labeled incorrectly."

"Well, you should've listened to me."

"Tragic. That outfit is a disaster."

"I'm sitting front row. I always do."

"Oh you silly little thing."

"What is your star sign?"

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Can't say I'm that surprised."

"Truly legendary."

"Please, sing for me!"

"You are a true party pooper."

"No means don't even try."

"I want to find my soulmate."

"Just forget what you heard."

"Why does this always happen to me?"

"Let's go out for a cheap dinner."

"I don't want to hear about it."

"This must be a joke. Not very good one."

"A list of all the times I was right."

"I can't control my dreams."

"Finally, some common sense."

"Throw me under the bus while you're at it."

"What a wonderful surprise."

"Poor judgement is what it is."

"I was just defending myself."

"Fine, but this will be the last time."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"I will take that as a yes."

"Did we meet before?"

"Sell me your story."

"What's the point in all of this?"

"I couldn't see what actually happened."

"Can you lend me some money?"

"So start from the beginning."

"Truly, a flawless plan."

"I haven't done this in forever."

"Let's have some fun."

"What an icon."

"Make me believe it."

"It's an investment."

"There will be an extra fee included."

"Let's go back. Nothing to do here anymore."

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[ariestrxsh]

I'm gonna revamp my ask about "gf that's obsessed with cheetah/cow/tiger print and everything bright and pastel, totally not because I'm one of them myself"™

Can we pleaseee get a drabble where she has a innocent and cutesy demeanor which turns chris on because he knows that that's not all there is to her?

My life will be even more yours that it was beforehand

Thank you for being so patient. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this. 💖

Chris isn't buying your innocent act...

"I'm a good girl, Chris. I don't do that, you crinkled your nose and squinted at your boyfriend when the subject of masturbation came up. The two of you were lying next to one another on your bed, both sinking into your fluffy, pastel pink comforter.

He side-eyed you, giving you a skeptical look and lightly scoffing at your lies. "What? It's true. I don't ever do anything naughty," you told him, biting back a smirk. "Oh yeah?" He snarked back, rolling over on top of you.

He sensually slid his long fingers down your smooth stomach, tickling you and giving you goosebumps. Your breath hitched in your throat as you prepared for him to stick his hand down your pants.

Instead, he stopped at your hip where your cheetah-print thong was peeking out of the waistband of your Juicy Couture track pants. He hooked his finger into the strap of your g-string and snapped it against your skin.

You let out a soft whine at the sensation that sounded halfway like a disappointed sigh. He smugly grinned at you. "What did you think I was gonna do, huh?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow and watching a needy expression sneak into your facial features. "Nothing," you giggled softly.

"I don't think I'm buying your innocent act. I bet these are all soaked," Chris taunted you, playing with the strap of your panties again. "It's not an act. I am a good girl," you reiterated, trying to uphold your pure demeanor.

"I bet if I look in here.." Chris started to say, reaching over you to slide open the drawer to your nightstand. "I might just find something that proves I'm right about you."

"Chris!" You exclaimed, trying to stop him from reaching into your drawer, but it was too late. You heard a familiar hum as Chris smirked down at you. He presented your bright purple buzzing toy to you. "Then what's this, huh?" Chris teased you, running the toy along your exposed stomach.

You shivered, looking up at him with your innocent doe eyes and chewing on your lip, but you stayed silent. "Not gonna answer me, huh? I guess I'm gonna have to show you then," Chris seductively whispered before he started kissing your neck.

He slid the toy down the front of your pants, resting it against your clit. The feeling sent waves of pleasure through you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. "Chris," you softly moaned, finally giving up the act. "That's it. Let go," he rasped into your ear, tickling your earlobe with his soft lips.

You gave into the sensation, lifting your hips off the bed and rolling them forward. He hit the button on your vibrator, changing it to your favorite setting. He loved knowing exactly what you liked, and he got off on knowing you weren't as naive as you pretended to be. He watched you fall apart on your toy as you trembled beneath him.

"You can try to act all sweet and innocent, but I know all your secrets, naughty girl."

[alwaysmicado]

in my arms

2.1k | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | one-shot

Warnings: fluff, Joel’s POV (first person) Summary: As Joel watches you sleep beside him for the first time, he realizes just how deeply he’s come to crave something more than just fleeting moments together. A/N: This one-shot has been sitting in my drafts for ages, and I could really use a bit of heartwarming fluff right now—so I figured it’s the perfect time to share. I really hope it’ll bring you some comfort, too. Can be read alone or within the fwb!Joel AU. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts! I love hearing from you! ♡

It’s been a while since anyone’s slept in my bed with me.

Hell, it’s been a long time since I let anyone close enough to even get that far. But you—well, you have a way of making everything feel different, even when you don’t know it. Even when you don’t mean to.

And tonight, after weeks of the same routine, of having you in my arms just for the space of a couple of hours and then watching you slip away again, you are still here.

Fast asleep in my bed.

I shift in the darkness, the mattress dipping just slightly beneath me as I turn onto my side to face you fully. The only light in the room comes from the full moon shining outside, its glow filtering through the slats of the blinds, casting faint lines of silver and shadow across your bare skin. 

You’re lying on your belly, one arm tucked under the one pillow in my bed—yeah, yeah, I know—while the other rests loosely against the sheets. Your breathing is slow and steady, your chest rising and falling in a rhythm that is starting to soothe something deep inside me I didn’t even realize was tense.

I can’t sleep.

Not because I’m not tired—God knows I am—but because the idea of closing my eyes and missing even a second of this, of you being here, feels like something I can’t bear.

It’s strange. I’m not used to feeling this way.

Most of the time, when we’ve been together, I’ll lie awake for a bit after you’ve left, letting the quiet of the house settle over me like a blanket, pretending I don’t mind the loneliness creeping back in. Pretending I don’t mind that you leave.

But tonight is different. Tonight, you stayed.

I didn’t expect it, honestly. After the way the night had gone, with you laughing and dancing and a few too many Tequila shots, I figured you’d brush me off like you always would when we were done—give me that soft smile, kiss me one last time, and then slip out into the night before I could say anything to stop you.

But when I asked if you were alright, if you wanted me to call you a cab, you surprised me. You said no.

“I think I, uh, might have had just a liiiittle too much to drink,” you mumbled, half-laughing as you tried to sit up, only to sway slightly and grab onto my arm for balance. “Maybe I should just…stay here. If that’s okay.”

Of course, it was okay. It was more than okay.

But the way you said it, so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal, like it didn’t send a rush of something sharp and warm straight to my chest, made me realize how much I’d been hoping for this. Hoping for you to stay, to let me have this one night, where it wasn’t just about the—albeit fantastic—sex we had. Where it was about something more, even if we never put a name to it.

So, here we are.

You didn’t say much after we settled in. Just curled up beneath the sheets, close enough that I can now feel the warmth of your body beside me, but not so close that it feels like you’re giving me more than you’re ready to. And that’s fine. I’ll take whatever you are willing to give.

The truth is, I’ve been wanting this for a while now. Maybe even since the first time I took you home, if I’m being honest with myself. There’s just something about you that has gotten under my skin from that very first time our eyes met, and no matter how much I try to keep things simple, I can’t help the way I feel. The way you make me feel.

You’re smart, funny, insanely gorgeous, and stubborn as hell sometimes—but you have this vulnerability about you, too. Like you’re always holding back, keeping a part of yourself just out of reach, and for some reason, I want to be the one to reach it.

Tonight, though…tonight, I have you right here. No walls, no goodbye, no running off into the night. Just you, asleep beside me, looking so damn peaceful it makes my chest ache.

I shift a little closer, gently, just enough so that I can see your face better in the low light. I have the sudden urge to trace the contours of your face with my fingers, to put a soft kiss on your lips.

My hand twitches at my side, but I don’t move. Don’t want to risk waking you, even though part of me wants you to wake up, to look at me with those tired eyes and give me that sleepy smile that always makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m more than a temporary distraction to you.

I believe you when you say you like spending time with me. You make me feel it, too. When we’re together, you’re really here with me. But it’s just that, after every time, it ends. You always leave.

And I’m left wondering when, or if, you’ll come back to me.

I watch you for a long time. Longer than I should, probably. But I can’t help it. There’s something about the way you look when you’re asleep—so soft, so unguarded—that makes me feel like I’m seeing a part of you you don’t let anyone else see. Not even me.

I wonder what you’re dreaming about. If you’re thinking about anything at all, or if your mind is finally at peace, even for just a little while. I hope it’s the latter. You’ve had a stressful week you told me, and I hope you’re dreaming of something nice, something that makes you feel safe.

And I want to be that for you. I want to be the one who makes you feel safe. But I know better than to push my luck. You aren’t ready, and I’m not going to ask for more than you can or want to give.

Still, lying here beside you, feeling the warmth of your body so close to mine, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like if things were different. If this wasn’t just a one-time thing, but something we did every night. If you stayed, not because you were too drunk to leave, but because you wanted to.

Because you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

I can picture it so easily—waking up with you next to me, your sleepy voice mumbling something incoherent as you stretch and blink the sleep from your eyes.

I’d make you coffee, just the way you like it in the morning, and we’d sit at the kitchen table, talking about nothing and everything all at once. Maybe we’d bicker about something stupid, like which show to watch or who gets to choose the music while we cook dinner. And then, at the end of the day, we’d come back to this—this quiet, this closeness—and I’d fall asleep knowing you are right here in my arms.

But that’s not how things are.

I know that. I’m not delusional. I know that whatever this is between us, it isn’t something you’re ready to define. And maybe that’s fine. Maybe I can be okay with that, at least for now.

But damn, it’s hard not to want more.

Not because I want to hold you back or limit the way you explore the world and discover yourself—that’s the last thing I’d ever want for you. You’re young and bright, and the world’s wide open for you. It’s because of you—the way you make me feel when you’re with me. The way your smile lights up my world, the way you make everything feel like it matters. 

The way you make me believe I could be the man you deserve.

You shift in your sleep, your body turning slightly toward me, and I freeze for a second, thinking you’re waking up. But you don’t. You just let out a soft sigh, your hand twitching as it curls into the pillow, and then you settle again, your breathing evening out once more.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

God, I’ve got it bad.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this. The last time I’ve cared this much about someone, about something that wasn’t already a part of my life. I was used to keeping things simple, keeping my world small. It was easier that way. Less messy, less tiring. But you…you snuck in somehow, made a place for yourself without me even realizing it, and now that you are here, I don’t want to let you go.

I won’t tell you that, though. I’m not stupid. I know you aren’t ready to hear it, and the last thing I want to do is overstep and scare you off. I can wait. I can be patient.

But that doesn’t stop me from feeling it.

My eyes trace the curve of your cheek, the gentle slope of your lips, and my fingers itch to touch you. I know I shouldn’t. I know this is already more than you’ve given me before.

But It’s hard. It’s hard not to reach out and hold onto this moment, to hold onto you.

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself and my heartbeat, but my thoughts keep circling back to the same thing: What if this is the only time?

I reach out, finally letting my fingers brush lightly against your temple, tracing your soft skin, your cheek, your shoulder. You don’t stir, don’t even flinch, and for some reason, that makes my chest tighten even more. You trust me, even in your sleep. Trust me enough to let me be here with you, to see you like this, vulnerable and real.

And that…that means more to me than I could ever put into words.

I move closer, just enough so that our bodies are barely touching, and I let myself close my eyes for a moment, even though I know I won’t sleep. Not tonight. Not with you here, like this.

Instead, I just let myself feel it. The warmth of your skin, the soft rise and fall of your breathing, the steady beat of your heart just a few inches away from mine. It’s a quiet kind of intimacy, one I haven’t realized I’ve been missing for a long time.

Maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and slip away again, back to the way things always are between us. Maybe you’ll put up your walls, tell yourself this didn’t mean anything more than any other night. And maybe I’ll let you, because I’m not ready to push for more, not yet.

For now, you’re here. You’re here. And that’s enough.

For now, that’s enough.

I open my eyes again, letting them drift back to your face. You’re still so peaceful, so soft in the moonlight, and I feel something swell in my chest that I haven’t felt in years. Something big, something real.

I lean in, just a little, pressing the softest kiss to your warm forehead, barely more than a whisper of touch. You don’t wake, don’t even stir, but the simple act makes something settle deep inside me. Like this is right. Like this is how it’s supposed to be.

I could stay like this all night, just watching you, soaking in the quiet comfort of you beside me. And maybe I would, if I didn’t feel the pull of sleep finally creeping up on me. My eyelids grow heavier with each passing second, and even though I try to fight it, I know I can’t stay awake forever.

You keep me on my toes, but I’m not thirty anymore. 

So, with one last look at you, one last moment of quietly letting myself feel everything I haven’t been ready to admit, I let my eyes close. My hand rests lightly against your waist, and I finally let sleep take me.

For the first time in a long time, I fall asleep feeling like I’m not alone. Like I don’t have to be. Like maybe, just maybe, this is the start of something more.

And that thought—you—is the last thing on my mind before I drift off.

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[vorfreudevortex]

the bites cut deep

a megumi x reader one-shot inspired by this smau // masterlist

cw // mentions of injury (dog bite), blood (minor), dead body (used as a simile). mentions of hospital/clinic, medical care. angst, no comfort, cussing. 1.2k words.

the bites cut deep in more ways than one.

megumi stands awkwardly before you now in a small room within shoko’s office. its familiar to him, but not to you. the room is uneasier than usual. the fluorescent lights make the white of the gauze around your leg glow and the red of your blood even harsher. they buzz too loudly in the silence between you. he wishes he could turn them off, he wishes they didn’t glare across your face so brightly.

“i didn’t tell them to attack you,” megumi finally says, stepping closer to you, just inches away. his words are cold though, unattached. his arms hang limply at his sides, he doesn’t quite meet your eyes. you don’t quite meet his, either.

“so why did they?” you respond, soft and confused. you can’t help but shift in your seat, the paper beneath you on the exam table crinkling through the tension. megumi swallows hard, his gaze flickering away to the linoleum ground beneath his shoes. his hands flex and release, wanting to reach out to you but unable to bring himself to do so through the lie that's about to boil over.

“i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?” this time you look right into his unreadable face. “it’s… that’s not good enough for me.”

megumi clenches his jaw, the tension coiling like a tight spring. “it’s not about you.”

“what are you talking about?” your voice is still quiet, dismayed. “your dogs bit me. how is this not about me?”

“you’re taking this too personally,” you can see his eyes spark with anger, just for a moment.

your heart starts to pound in your chest, the fresh bite marks throbbing in sync with the rhythm. “how am i supposed to take it, then? you told me that your divine dogs respond only to you, to your thoughts and feelings. do you expect me not to feel anything with puncture wounds in my leg?”

“it’s not like i meant for it to happen,” megumi snaps, expression hardening as he finally meets your eyes. “you just don’t understand.”

“then tell me.”

“i don’t know how,” his voice starts to rise. “i don’t know how to explain how dangerous this all is! i don’t know how to make you understand that it’s not safe for you to be around here. or me.”

“i’m not asking for safety, i’m asking for the truth!” your voice cracks with your frustration finally spilling over. “just tell me.”

megumi’s breath hitches. just for a moment, something painful, raw, and unguarded comes across his face. but it's gone after a split second, replaced by the cold, stoic mask he always wears. “you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“i think i already know, so just tell me,” your voice trembles. for what seems like an eternity, the two of you just stare at each other. to megumi, you're staring into his soul; picking apart and analyzing every possible atom that creates him. to you, megumi's eyes are simply sharp and angry; deep-blue eyes swirling with hurricanes of regret and resentment.

megumi opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates with a small gasp. the words begin to fall, tight and strained, like you were wrenching them out of his throat by force.

"i don't know how to love you."

you don't respond. your heart twists violently, sending a surge of rushing blood and fear through your bones. it's exponentially more powerful than the adrenaline that ripped through you after the dogs' jaws clamped into your leg.

"i tell myself i don't love you. it's easier than admitting that i'm the one who makes... us... difficult."

"you tell yourself you don't love me?" you whisper, hot tears brimming in your eyes. "since when?"

megumi looks away. "since the beginning."

"the beginning?" the rushing blood in your veins turns hot, your anger growing uncontrollably. "so, what? y-you don't love me? never have? you've just been pretending- no, lying to me all this time?

"no!" he shoots back, voice piercing and defensive. "i wasn't pretending! i just-"

"-you just what?" it's another staring match again. you and the boy you've loved for so long now, bitterly daring the other to speak first.

"it's not that simple."

you don't say anything at first, blinking blankly, attempting to process the muddling emotions in your head. "then explain it. because from what i understand, you've been stringing me along this entire relationship. you've been telling yourself that you don't give a fuck about me while manipulating me to believe you did."

"i care," megumi's voice cracks.

"how?"

"i-that's the problem! i care too much. can't you see that?" he's flipped a switch, almost desperate through the anger to make you understand now. "if i keep loving you, i'm just going to hurt us. i'll just hurt you."

"like you just did?" with wild eyes, you gesture towards the gauze around your leg, still pulsing with pain.

"yeah..." megumi swallows. "...like i just did."

"...i don't get it, megumi," the tears are slipping down your cheeks now. "you just... convinced yourself i wasn't real? and the dogs came after me because of that? i don't get it."

"i don't know," his chest heaves. "i let myself feel what i want when i'm with you. and when i leave, i just... tell myself how fucking stupid i am for letting myself do that. it's better than hurting you."

"you've already hurt me, megumi!" you sob. "and you've been doing it this entire time we've been together, it's just that neither of us even knew it!"

his face completely falls now, eyes wide with disbelief. he doesn't even feel the pain of his fisted nails digging into his palms, knuckles bright white. "i thought it was better this way," he whispers hoarsely.

"maybe for you," you wipe at your tears, the aching in your chest growing stronger with each heartbeat. "i never wanted you to protect me from whatever feelings you were hiding. i just wanted you."

"i-i don't know how to do that," he stammers. "i'm sorry. i... don't know how to give myself to you."

"i just don't think you want to."

silence falls like a dead body between you. megumi is forlorn, grasping desperately for words, the right words, to say to you. he wants to tell you 'i do! i do want to! that's what i've wanted all along!' but it doesn't come. he tries to tell you 'i love you, please... i always have. please, teach me how to let me love you?' but he's frozen with a compulsing heart.

megumi watches your wet, wounded eyes rise from the floor and directly into his own. he watches you search hopelessly for something, anything, in his face. something to save you, something to save him. but it just isn't there.

in that exact moment, megumi realizes that he cares too much. he loves you too much. and no matter the extent his care for you goes, he will never be able to truly let you in.

"leave, megumi."

and without another word, he finds his body moving against his thoughts. megumi doesn't look back. the door latches loudly behind him, leaving you completely alone. the buzzing of the sickening flourescent lights returns in full force, making bile rise in your throat.

the bites cut deep in more ways than one.

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[starlitmelanin]

she tries to get over her crush on her childhood best friend jude by trying to set him up with other people. recipe for disaster, actually.🥴

no good deed | jude bellingham

pairing - jude x fem!reader

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none

it starts with lily.

lily is near perfect. she's smart, funny, doesn’t have the slightest clue about football — but, she’s sweet enough.

you figure, if you can get jude to fall for someone like lily, you can convince your heart to calm the hell down. you're not sure of the logic there, but it makes sense at 2 am when you're staring at the ceiling, wondering why you're such an idiot.

"hey jude," you say one evening, as he jumps to sit on your bathroom counter, while you do your skin care routine before bed. "what do you think about lily?"

he looks at you, eyebrows raised. "lily? she's cool, i guess. why?"

you try to sound casual. "i dunno, just thought you two might get along."

he shrugs. "maybe. but i'm not really looking for anything right now, you know?"

you nod, pretending like that doesn't make your heart do a stupid little flip. of course, he's not looking for anything. he's focused on his career, on being the best. it's one of the things you love about him. dammit.

but you're not one to give up easily. next, you try suggesting clara. clara, who's a bit of a wild card but has this infectious energy that you think might be good for jude. plus, she's been eyeing him for months.

"clara asked about you the other day," you say nonchalantly while you're at a party.

jude glances over at her, then back at you. "clara? really?"

"yeah. i think she likes you."

he laughs, shaking his head. "she's fun and all, but not really my type."

you swallow your frustration. "what is your type then?"

he looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs. "dunno. someone who gets me, i guess. someone i can just... be myself with."

you know he's talking about you. you know he is. but you also know he doesn't see you that way. it's like some cosmic joke.

weeks pass, and you keep trying. each time, he's polite, he's interested, but it never goes anywhere. part of you is relieved, but another part is just tired. why can't you just tell him how you feel? why are you such a coward?

one evening, you're both sitting on his couch, some mindless tv show playing in the background. you've given up on the whole setting-him-up-with-someone-else thing, and he seems to sense your frustration.

"you've been weird lately," he says, nudging you with his shoulder. "what's going on?"

you laugh, but it's hollow. "nothing. just... life."

he doesn't buy it. "come on, we've known each other forever. you can tell me."

and that's the problem, isn't it? you can't tell him. you can't tell him that every time he smiles at you, it feels like the sun is shining just for you. you can't tell him that every time he dates someone new, it feels like someone's twisting a knife in your gut. you can't tell him that you're so stupidly, hopelessly in love with him that you can't even see straight.

instead, you say, "it's just... complicated."

he looks at you for a long moment, and you wonder if maybe he knows. if maybe he's always known. but then he smiles, and it's the same smile he's given you a thousand times, and you realise he doesn't. he has no idea.

"well, whatever it is," he says, "you know i'm here for you, right?"

and that's what breaks you. because he is there for you. he's always been there for you. and you're so tired of pretending. so tired of lying to yourself.

"yeah," you whisper. "i know."

you leave early that night, making some excuse about needing to get up early. he looks disappointed, but he doesn't push. you're grateful for that.

back at home, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. you look the same as always, but everything feels different. you can't keep doing this to yourself. you can't keep tearing yourself apart for someone who will never see you the way you want him to.

so you make a decision. you're going to tell him. you're going to lay it all out, consequences be damned. you'd rather have the truth out there, even if it means losing him, than keep living this half-life.

the next day, you call him. "can we talk?"

he senses the seriousness in your tone and agrees immediately. you meet at some secluded park, the same park where you grew up together. it feels fitting, somehow.

"what's up?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

you take a deep breath. "i need to tell you something. and i need you to just... listen."

he nods, eyebrows furrowed and attentive.

"i've been in love with you," you start, your voice trembling. "for as long as i can remember. and i tried to ignore it, tried to set you up with other people, tried to do anything to stop feeling this way. but it's not working. and i can't keep pretending."

his face is unreadable, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. you brace yourself for rejection, for the inevitable awkwardness that will follow.

but then he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "you idiot," he says softly. "why didn't you tell me sooner?"

you blink, stunned. "what?"

he takes your hands in his, and you feel your breath hitch. "i've been in love with you too. but i thought you just saw me as a friend. i didn't want to mess things up."

you stare at him, unable to process his words. "you... what?"

he laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. "yeah. all this time, i've been waiting for the right moment. i guess we're both idiots, huh?"

you laugh too, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding through you. "i guess so."

he pulls you into a hug, and you feel like you're finally home. all the pain, all the frustration, it melts away in his arms.

"so," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "what now?"

you smile, pulling back to look at him. "now, we stop being idiots and see where this goes."

he grins, and it's like the sun is shining just for you. "sounds like a plan."

and for the first time in a long time, you feel like everything is going to be okay. because sometimes, the person you've been searching for has been right there all along.

[theother-victoria]

been thinking of street racing with aventurine bc I imagine he’d like the thrill of it too…

tags: not proofread, I typed this out in tumblr drafts, some suggestive comments, flirting, gn reader, I don't know anything about street racing so pls forgive any inaccuracies, banter (they're so silly)

Aventurine, who pulls up to the race in an edgy and sleek sports car, drawing the attention of everyone else there- yours included.

You lean against the side of your car, watching him as he leaves opponent after opponent in the dust. He's skilled, you'll give him that. From the aggressive driving style and the make and model of the car, you're betting it's just some bored teenage boy with daddy's money to burn, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little bit curious about the person behind the wheel.

A few easy wins later that night and you're slated to race against him. He takes his sweet time pulling up to the finish line, but to your surprise, he rolls his window down for the first time that night and you're able to get a good look at him. He's no teenage boy but he has the same mischievous look that implies he's up to no good.

"Checking me out already?" he remarks, his (captivating) eyes twinkling in delight, although they're hidden behind his sunglasses. "And I thought I'd for sure be the one to make the first move."

Oh, so he's a flirt too. You can barely hear him over the loud purring of his expensive and modded car's engine and you know tonight's race will be a tight one.

"I see you've got money. What's a rich boy like you doing all the way out here?"

His grin widens.

"Ooh, you’re sharp. I like that and the way you talk.”

"Why don't you tell me who you are first?"

He laughs and shakes his head. He rolls up the window, much to your irritation, but not before saying one last thing and sending a wink your way.

"If you win, I'll tell you who I am. How does that sound?"

Damn. No other choice but to accept since the race is about to start.

You end up losing, but just barely. You had to push your car to its limits and he wasn't above playing dirty too, giving you a couple of close calls throughout. Although, he at least didn't endanger your life like some others have in the past, so you'll give him that.

After the race ends, you pull into a brightly-lit gas station with some people there. Shortly after, another car pulls up next to you and he steps out.

"Not bad, not bad," he says, clapping lightly. "It's not often that I find someone that can at least keep up with me, much less overtake me a couple times."

"So you were following me."

He raises his hands as a mock display of innocence.

"Hey, relax! Don't be so hostile! I just wanted to get to know you a bit better, that's all. Besides, you wanted to know who I am, right?"

You watch as he scribbles something onto a business card.

"Wasn't that only applicable if I won?"

"Eh, I've changed my mind now," he says, handing the card to you. "I don't make deals that don’t pay off and I'd consider it a loss if I didn't get at least your number tonight."

"You still didn't answer my original question. What's someone like you doing all the way out here? Surely you have more important matters to attend to, right?"

He laughs.

"Wow, you really don't know who I am, huh?"

"... What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ah, nothing. Just talking to myself. But to answer your question... I suppose it's because I enjoy the thrill of it. It's like gambling. Not knowing whether you'll win or lose, or even live or die. After all, the higher the stakes, the higher the excitement- why're you looking at me like that?"

"… You're insane."

"Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll pretend that your reasons aren't the same as mine and that the adrenaline rush doesn't excite you every time. Why else would you willingly race, night after night?"

With one last wink, he gets into his car and drives away. You finally glance at the business card, only to do a double take and gape at it in shock when you realize its contents.

Aventurine, one of the IPC's Ten Stonehearts? No way... this guy's an IPC exec?

You don't know whether to feel proud about the fact that you got an IPC executive's number without trying or humiliated about the whole exchange...

There's a winking smiley face and an "call me xoxo" written next to the phone number.

And against your better judgement, you do just that.

He turns out to be an interesting companion. You'd think that with his demanding position, he'd be traveling all over the galaxy every day- which is true, to an extent, but he's always there for your weekly races and frequently drags you out shopping with him. He teaches you how to play poker and how to count your cards, if you didn't know how to already. He then tries to get you to play a round or two against him, which you promptly refuse each time.

("I spent all that time teaching you how to play and this is what I get in return? Boo, you're no fun. But a round or two never hurt anyone, right?"

"Aventurine, even a round or two is a surefire way to go into debt to you. Absolutely not."

He pouts and grumbles like a little kid every time.)

He also pays for additional mods to your car. When you try to refuse him, he merely brushes off your concerns.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you understand," he said back then. "I make more in a day than what it costs to mod your car. To me, this is nothing. Besides, I want an opponent who can keep up with me. If you start falling behind, well, then that's no fun for both of us, right?"

One night, there’s a particularly high-stakes race that you’re slated to compete in. The cash prize is one that’s too big for anyone to pass up.

Well, except for Aventurine. That amount of money is probably nothing by his standards.

For once, he’s not racing. When it’s your turn, he waves you over with a teasing smile as you’re getting ready.

“Say, how about raising the stakes for tonight?”

“What now?”

“Let’s make a bet.”

“… Fine.”

“If you win, we go on a date together. My treat, of course. If you lose, then you’ll have to play a round of poker with me.”

There isn’t an ounce of shame in his words. You openly gape at him as he beams at you proudly.

“… What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why though?”

He shrugs.

“Simple. I know this is a bet that will pay off. And I’ve been wanting this to happen for a long time now. So…”

He leans in close, lips teasingly brushing over your ear for a moment.

“Don’t disappoint me. I want to see you try and turn the tides in your favor for this race.”

You pull away from him.

“I accept, but only because I am not going into debt because of poker.”

He laughs.

“Go on then, sweetheart. I want to see you leave everyone behind in the dust. Oh, and don’t forget your good luck kiss!”

Aventurine blows a kiss to you. You roll your eyes as you climb into your car. Insufferable, that’s what he is. But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s reading people. Meaning he must’ve noticed that you wanted this too.

You roll your neck and focus on the road ahead. The race is about to begin.

That cash prize and date with Aventurine is yours.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Full of Surprises – Gary Johnson

Masterlist

"Hey, baby girl."

"Hi."

"Whoa," Gary sighed. "Is everything okay?"

"One word for you," I sighed.

"Oh?" Gary laughed.

"Teenagers."

"I'm sorry, gorgeous," Gary said softly. I could practically hear his smirk as he added, "We could order dinner and I'll make you feel like a teenager again."

"Easy, professor," I teased. "How was your day?"

"Long," he sighed. "I need a hot dinner, a hotter shower, and the hottest girl."

"I hope I'm the hottest girl you have in mind," I said, pretending to be grumpy.

"Always, baby girl," he chuckled. "Always."

"You have one more class, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "You're on your way home?"

"Yeah," I repeated. "I'm driving home now."

"Great," he said gently. "Get home, change into something comfy, and find us a movie to watch. I'll be home in a little over an hour."

"Better hurry," I said in a teasing tone. "I'd hate to behave like a teenager without you."

"Don't even think about it," he said, his voice sounding like he said it through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry, baby," I soothed. "I mean, I can behave like a teenager by myself. I'm really good at it, but it's not nearly as fun without you."

"Damn, baby girl," he moaned. "How am I supposed to stand up in front of a room full of college kids when I'm imagining my girl at home, waiting for me?"

"You started it," I chuckled. "Get to class, Professor. Call me on your way home and I'll change."

While he finished up his classes, I cleaned the house and ordered dinner. The second he walked in, I jumped into his arms. Gary carried me to the couch and we undressed. He had to quickly throw on his pants when the delivery man dropped off our dinner. After eating, we continued what we were doing earlier upstairs.

I woke up to someone kissing my bare shoulder. I moaned as I turned around, instantly tucking into Gary's chest.

"Why are you waking up?" I grumbled. "It's Saturday."

"I have to get to office hours," he chuckled.

"Who in their right mind would get up early on a Saturday after a late night just to go talk to a professor?" I sat up as Gary got out of bed. Seeing his naked form made me smirk. "Never mind," I said, making him look over his shoulder at me. "Now I get it."

He turned around, leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine. I grabbed his face and pulled him so he was lying on top of me. He kissed me back before slowly breaking the kiss.

"Baby," he sighed. "I really gotta get to campus."

"Fine," I pouted, pushing him off of me. He kissed my cheek before getting out of bed. "But you better not run off with some co-ed."

"And leave my Gorgeous History Teacher open for the Hot Math teacher to steal?"

"Are you kidding?" I teased. "I got nothing in common with Mr. Hammon."

He playfully glared at me before quickly returning to the bed. I giggled as he crawled back on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips smashed together.

"Mr. Hamman can go suck a calculator," Gary moaned against my lips. "You're all mine."

"Absolutely, Professor Sexy Ass."

Without getting off me, he looked over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table.

"Damn it," he sighed. "I'm officially late."

I giggled as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before getting out of bed. I slipped on his flannel that I tore off him last night. While he showered, I went to the kitchen and started making him some coffee. I was just pouring it into his to-go mug when he came in.

I turned around and handed it to him. He went to grab it but wrapped his hand around mine, trapping me. He pulled me in and kissed me.

"What would I do without you?" He asked, lowering his voice.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Stop at Starbucks a hundred times a day."

He laughed as he continued to hold me close. "Wanna meet your man for lunch?"

"Sounds perfect."

Gary leaned in and kissed me again. "You know I love you, right?" He asked as he broke the kiss.

"Of course I know that," I smiled. "Just like how you know I love you."

"All I want is for you to be happy and safe," he said, the look on his face falling.

"Well, I am happy," I shrugged. "But why wouldn't I be safe?"

Gary paused. Something in his eyes changed. "You never know," he whispered. The fear in his eyes made my heart sink.

"Baby," I said, gently grabbing his face. "I am happy and safe. With you."

* * * * *

I walked into the office, to see Gary grading papers. I leaned against the doorway and watched his expression change as he marked things.

"Damn," I moaned, making Gary's head snap up. "You must have all the girls in your class swooning."

"They can swoon all they want," he smirked as he stood up and walked over to me. He pulled me into his chest and said, "You're the only girl for me."

I giggled as he leaned down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I tightened my arms around his neck as he carried me to his desk. He put me on the edge and stepped between my legs.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He asked, his voice deep.

"Have your way with a student in your office, Professor?" I asked, smirking.

"Not just any student," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I moaned as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, Gary carefully laid me on top of his desk. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him on top of me.

"Professor Johnson," I whispered as he broke the kiss and started nibbling on my jawline. I smirked when he moaned. "We should probably lock the door."

* * * * *

After Gary and I fulfilled his fantasy, we went to lunch. Everything was normal except for one text that he got. When he looked at his phone, he quickly shut it off and put it back in his pocket. I went to ask him about it, but he said it was just an annoying coworker.

On the way back to the college, I noticed Gary continually looking into the rearview mirror. The more he looked into the rearview mirror, the tighter he gripped the steering wheel. After about the fifth time of checking something behind us, I had to say something about it.

"Gary," I said slowly. "Honey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah," he chuckled awkwardly. "I just. . ." He paused and looked in the rearview mirror again.

"What's going on?" I asked as I turned around.

"Don't," he said harshly as he grabbed my arm and turned me back.

"Gary," I whispered, "You're scaring me."

"I'm sorry, baby," he sighed as he let go of my arm and grabbed my hand. "It's just. . . It's complicated."

"What do you mean?"

He looked over at me and the fear in my eyes made the focus in his soften. He gently squeezed my hand.

"We're being followed."

"Wait, what?" I stuttered as I sat up.

"Don't worry," he tried to soothe. "I can get us out of this."

"But why. . . Why would someone be following us? We're teachers." I looked over at him, my heart sinking into my stomach. "Gary," I whispered. "What's really going on? Why would someone be following up?"

He looked at me and sighed. "Baby," he slowly started, "I promise I will tell you everything once I get us somewhere safe."

"Safe?" I stuttered.

I gasped when he quickly turned the truck. With both hands on the steering wheel, Gary weaved us through traffic. I couldn't help but continually look behind us. I wasn't sure what Gary saw, but I didn't notice anyone following us.

"Are you sure we're being. . ." I cut myself off with a gasp when he turned the car again.

"Blue GMC truck, two cars back," he said, sounding different. I don't know what side of him I was seeing, but I wasn't sure I liked it.

"Gary," I whispered. "Will you please tell me why we're being followed?"

He looked over at me, his eyes sinking. He checked the rearview mirror again before getting back onto the freeway.

"Look," he sighed. "I'm not actually a professor."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my fear choking me.

"It's my cover."

"You're what?!"

He looked over at me and I could clearly see his nerves building. He looked back at the rearview mirror, relaxing a little.

"Baby, can we continue this conversation at home?" He asked, his voice full of hope. 

"Okay," I said slowly. I looked away from him but I could still feel his eyes on me. We drove home in silence. Usually, I let him walk around and open the door for me but this time, I just wanted to get inside.

He quickly followed me. Once he was inside, I noticed him check the street before locking the door. He instantly walked over to me, grabbed my hands, and pulled me closer.

"Y/N," he whispered, "I really want to explain."

"You mean tell me the truth?" I scoffed as I tore my hands out of his and pushed him away from me. I walked past him and into the living room with him right on my heels.

I sat on the couch as he sat on the coffee table in front of me. He went to grab my hands but I moved them away.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, "I really am a professor but it's a cover."

"A cover for what?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest."

"It's kind of complicated," he stuttered. I scoffed as I scooted away from him. "Y/N, baby, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for lying to me?"

"Honey, please," he sighed. "I had to lie to you."

"What could possibly make you lie to me?"

"I work for the police as an undercover hitman," he rushed out.

"Gary," I scoffed as I stood up and started walking away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Gary jumping over the coffee table to stop me from walking away.

"Y/N, I'm serious," he said, grabbing my hand and turning me around. "I work for the police as an undercover hitman."

"Saying it again doesn't clarify it," I said, pulling my hands out of his, "and it doesn't make it believable either."

"Then let me explain further," he sighed. "Y/N, I do work at the college, but I also help the police. I have a couple of aliases who people hire to kill their loved ones."

"What?" I gasped as I stepped away from him.

"I haven't," he said quickly. "Y/N, baby, they only think I will. It's a setup. They hire me to kill their loved one and I agree to it. Once they pay me, the police move in. See? I would never kill anyone."

We stared at each other as I tried to connect the dots. My mind was going everywhere as I looked into the eyes of the man I loved but wasn't sure I knew anymore. Gary must've known what I was thinking.

"Please believe me, gorgeous," he whispered desperately as he walked toward me. "I am still the same guy you met and fell in love with at that teaching conference three years ago. I just. . . I lie sometimes."

"Have you ever slept with one of your clients?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course not, baby," he said, stepping closer to me. He grabbed my hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "I promise, darling. I would never ever ever cheat on you. I'd rather lose a client, have my chief yell in my face, and never work for the police again than cheat on the woman of my dreams."

He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. When I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, he took that as a good sign because he slowly leaned in and kissed me. It took me a second before I started kissing him back.

When I started to kiss him back, he pulled me closer. Soon, our lungs were burning. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I swear on my life, my love," he whispered, still out of breath, "I have never cheated on you."

"Okay."

"Okay?" He asked, slightly leaning back.

"I'm not okay with you lying and having aliases and agreeing to fake-kill someone," I sighed, playing with the buttons on his shirt. "But I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," he said quickly. I couldn't help but smile when I finally realized he was constantly calling me pet names to soften me up.

"You're careful, right?" I asked, my voice softening as I looked down at our feet. He reached over and gently lifted my head with his pointer finger.

"I'm always careful, sweetheart," he tried to reassure me. I couldn't help but take a step closer to him as I remembered what brought all this up.

"Gary?" I whispered.

"What, baby?" He asked.

"What about those people that followed us earlier? Who were they? Did they know who you were? Were they tracking you? What if they followed us home? What if they come back when you're on campus? What if they try to take me in order to get you to. . ."

"I won't let anything happen to you," he said firmly. "I promise, Y/N. I will always protect you."

[cherry-romper]

Loving You Sounds Like a Song

Playlist

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke

Eren; Radio - Lana Del Rey

Not even they can stop me now

Their heavy words can't bring me down

No one even knows how hard life was

Lick me up and take me like a vitamin, 'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom

How do you like me now?

Mikasa; All I Wanted - Paramore

Think of me when you're out, when you're out there

I could follow you to the beginning, Just to relive the start

And maybe then we'd remember to slow down, At all out favourite parts

All I wanted was you

Armin; Ocean eye - Billie Eilish

Cant stop staring at those ocean eyes

You really know how to make me cry

I've never fallen from quite this high

I've been walking through a world gone blind

Careful creature made friends with time

Marco; Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

To all the days we were together, To all the time we were apart

So, we never saw the start, Of each other's lives

Sentimentally assumed, Walking parallels

Heart to heart

Jean; FOR YOUR LOVE - Maneskin

I wanna be the first man you look at tonight

I wanna be a good man and see you smile

I wanna hold you in my arms tonight

For your love, I'll do whatever you want

I've got so much to give to you

Connie; Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - Mark Ronson, Miley Cyrus

This world can hurt you, It cuts you deep and leaves a scar

And nothing breaks like a heart

We live and die by pretty lies

We got all night to fall in love

nothing gon' save us now

Sasha; BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish

I want you to stay

Nothing left to lose without my baby

Can't change the weather, might not be forever, But if it's forever, it's even better

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I'll love you till the day that I die

Levi; Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

You try to push me out, But i just find my way back in

There's things I wanna say to you, But i'll just let you love

Like if you hold me without hurting me, You'll be the first that ever did

Hold me, love me, touch me, honey, Be the first who ever did

Hange; i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

Although my lips are blue and I'm cold

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch

Erwin; Twilight - Boa

It's a necessary evil

You give me an inner sanctity

Your feelings and mine are all lonely

And dawn comes, you're there lying with me

And you reach out to touch me, But I am in the twilight

Reiner; i love you - Billie Eilish

Its not true, Tell me I've been lied to, Crying isn't like you

What the hell did I do?

You didn't mean to say "I love you"

I love you, And I don't want too

I can't escape the way I love you

Bertholdt; Strangers - Ethel Cain

"Don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love"

How funny, I never considered myself tough

I tried to be good, an I no good?

I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?

Am I making you feel sick?

Annie; We cant be friends (wait for you love) - Ariana Grande

I didn't think you'd understand me

Just wanna let this story die, And I'll be alright

We can't be friends, But id like to just pretend

Wait for you love

Me and my truth, we sit in silence

Porco; Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Reflections still look the same to me

No need to pray, no need to speak

Found the place to rest my head, Never let me go

And all this devotion was rushing out of me, And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Pieck; Linger - The Cranberries

I'm sure, I'm not being rude, But its just your attitude

I swore I would be true

Why are you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep, You know, I'm such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Did you have to let it linger?

Zeke; When We Were Young - Adele

Everybody loves the things you do

Everybody here is watching you, 'Cause you feel like home, You're a dream come true

Can I have a moment? Before I go?

Hoping you're someone I used to know

You look like a movie, You sound like a song, My god this reminds me, of when we were young

We were scared of getting old, It made us restless

[dc-marvel-life]

Perfect Fit Chapter 13

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: ~5.2k

Warnings: I mean there is cursing and some sexual stuff

A/N: Wow it has been a minute! I have a full-time job and a part-time job so I am very busy. To make up for that I combine two chapters together for a longer chapter. I really love this one because I was trying to get deeper into their relationship. Let me know how it is! Leave a like and comment!

Series Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

“Ha! I beat you! Suck it!” Sam jumps up from the couch in the gaming room and starts dancing around me.

“Good job, Sam. Now it’s like what…” I put my hand on my chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “100-1 now, right?” I can’t hold back my smirk. Nat is really starting to wear off on me.

“I don’t care about that. All that matters is that I beat you one time, and I will never let you forget this,” Sam declares before flopping back onto the couch, ready for a rematch.

I’ll give him that win—he has been improving. But before we can start our next game, Yelena barges into the room.

“You and I are going to spar. Right now,” she says, pointing at me.

I glance over at Sam, who immediately avoids eye contact. Traitor.

“Wouldn’t Bucky, Nat, or even Steve be a better match for you than me?” I ask cautiously. I know I can hold my own against Yelena, but she’s still Nat’s sister. And I can’t shake the feeling that she wants to kill me. Wanda and Nat think I’m being ridiculous, but I know what I see.

“Yes, but I want to fight you,” Yelena says, cracking her knuckles.

I sigh, knowing there’s no way out of this. “Fine. Let me go change into something more appropriate.”

I drag myself off the couch and head toward my room. Today was supposed to be my day off. Nat, Wanda, and I have our first official group date later, so we agreed to take the day to relax and get ready.

I’m excited—really excited—but also nervous as hell. After four months of knowing these two incredible, beautiful, amazing women, I can’t imagine my life without them. They’ve become so much more to me than I ever realize. And tonight… I’m going to tell them how I really feel. I just hope they feel the same.

Before heading to the training room, I stop by Nat and Wanda’s room. I knock lightly before stepping inside, only to freeze at the sight before me.

Wanda is sprawled out on the bed, eyes glazed over, barely covered by a lazily draped blanket. Nat’s strap is lying on the floor, a clear indicator of what just happened.

Oh. Well… damn.

I haven’t done anything beyond making out with them yet, and I’m fine with that. They’ve been together for years, and I respect that. I’m not jealous, just… horny.

Wanda spots me and immediately sits up.

“Hey, dulceață,” she purrs, making grabby hands at me.

I laugh softly and walk over, giving her a quick kiss. She studies me for a moment, and I watch as a flicker of sadness crosses her eyes.

“Are you going on a mission?” she asks softly.

Before I can answer, Nat steps out of the bathroom in just a bra and underwear. I know my mouth is hanging open.

“Wanda asked you a question, malysh,” Nat smirks. “And my eyes are up here.”

I snap my mouth shut. “No, Yelena wants to spar with me for some reason. I think she wants to kill me.”

Both women chuckle.

“She doesn’t want to kill you,” Nat says, shaking her head. “You should be honored that she wants to spar with you. It means she likes you, respects you… or, yeah, maybe she hates you and wants to kill you.”

I groan. “So reassuring.”

Wanda scoots closer, resting her head on my stomach as she peers up at me. “If she does try to kill you, I’ll take her out,” she says seriously, her eyes flickering red.

Nat rolls her eyes and smacks Wanda’s ass. “Stop being dramatic.”

We all laugh, and I feel a little lighter.

“So, are we still on for tonight?” Nat asks, watching me carefully.

I feel Wanda’s eyes on me, too, waiting for my answer.

“Of course, we’re still on. I’ve been waiting for this date forever! It’s been a month since our last one.”

Both women relax slightly at my words.

“First, I need to deal with your sister,” I tease. “Then, the rest of the day is ours.”

I kiss them both before heading out.

Natasha’s POV

I really hope Lena doesn’t actually want to kill Y/N. She had her doubts about her at first, but I don’t know where all this hostility is coming from.

Wanda sighs beside me.

“How are you feeling about tonight?” she asks. “About telling her how we really feel?”

We had a long talk last night while Y/N was gaming with the guys. This is a huge step.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” I assure her. I reach into my bedside drawer and pull out a small box. “Look—I even put the gift in a box to give her after we tell her it’s over and we’re moving on.”

Y/N’s POV

Walking into the training room is tense, to say the least. Yelena is already there, warming up.

She hears me enter, glances up, and then immediately looks away. Alright then.

I huff and start stretching. After about ten minutes, we’re both ready.

“You ready for this ass-kicking?” Yelena smirks, grabbing a staff and tossing one to me before taking one for herself.

“No powers. Just you and me,” she says, her thick Russian accent making it sound more like a threat than a statement.

I push that thought aside and get into the zone. This is exactly what I’ve trained for.

Wanda and Nat enter the room just as Yelena makes the first move.

I go on the defensive, blocking her strikes. She’s precise, but I’m faster.

She attacks again, but I notice a slight delay in her movements. It’s small—almost imperceptible—but it’s enough.

I seize my chance, landing a hard punch to her side.

Yelena stumbles, clearly not expecting that.

I press forward, striking her other side, then sweeping the back of her left knee.

She lets out a dry chuckle, circling me. “You’re impressive,” she admits. “I see why Wanda likes you so much.”

Her tone is sharp—almost venomous.

That’s when it hits me.

That’s why she hates me.

Before I can react, Yelena slams her staff against my face. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.

From the corner of my eye, I see Wanda and Nat tense.

I wipe the blood from my lips and charge, pushing Yelena back.

“I do like Wanda,” I say between strikes, “but I like Natasha just the same. I’m not trying to take one away from the other. I care about them—both of them.”

We keep exchanging blows, but I can see Yelena faltering. She’s losing energy, her movements growing sluggish.

I finally land the final strike, knocking her to the mat. I place my staff at her throat.

“Looks like I win.”

I step back and offer her my hand. After a beat, she takes it.

“I know you don’t trust me, but I will earn your respect. I don’t want to steal them from each other. I care about them—deeply,” I say sincerely.

Yelena studies me for a moment, then smirks. “Fine.”

I smile, relieved—until she pulls me in closer.

“If you ever break them up, or hurt them in any way,” she murmurs, “I will kill you, and they will never find the body.”

I swallow thickly.

She releases me and walks out.

Nat nods approvingly and follows her.

Wanda grins and skips over to me. “You look incredible when you fight,” she says, eyes dark. “Also, really hot.”

I blush. Hard. I didn’t even know that I could blush this hard 

Wanda giggles. “Come on, lunch is ready. And I need a kitchen helper.”

She links our arms, leading me toward the kitchen.

— 

“So, what are we making today for lunch?” I ask while washing my hands as Wanda pulls out pots, bowls, and ingredients for our meal.

“Well, today we’re making homemade Mediterranean-style pizza with a fresh Greek salad and freshly squeezed lemonade,” Wanda says, standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach a bag of flour.

I chuckle at the sight and step up behind her, pressing my front lightly against her back as I reach up to grab the flour for her. I hand it to her, but she turns around in my arms, still trapped between me and the counter.

For a moment, we just stand there, not saying anything—just enjoying the quiet space between us. I could stare into Wanda’s eyes all day long, but today, something feels different. Her eyes twinkle more than usual, and I can feel myself being drawn in like she’s casting a spell on me.

“There are my two favorite women,” Nat’s voice cuts through the moment, pulling us back to reality. I sigh internally but know that we’ll have plenty of time together later tonight.

“Yelena wants to kill me more now, doesn’t she?” I ask nervously, stepping away from Wanda while Nat and Wanda both chuckle.

“She doesn’t want to kill you,” Nat reassures me, walking over. “Actually, she was impressed by you. She was shocked that you won without using your powers.” Nat smirks, clearly amused by her sister’s reaction. “She said she’s going to train harder so she can beat you next time.”

“That… doesn’t sound good,” I mumble. “But at least she’s off my back a little bit.”

“What do you want us to do, Wands?” I ask, shaking off my nerves and getting back into cooking mode.

Wanda smiles at me before placing everything we need on the counter. “How about you two start cutting up the veggies while I make the dough?”

We all get to work, moving around the kitchen together in an easy rhythm. After about an hour and a half, everything is prepped—the pizza is ready for the oven, the salad is tossed, and the lemonade is chilling. Now, all that’s left is cleaning up our mess.

“This is going to be so good, dragoste,” Nat says, walking up behind Wanda and wiping away a bit of flour at the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, she popped whatever it was into her own mouth, grinning.

Wanda lets out a soft moan that only Nat and I can hear, while Nat groans slightly in response. And then there’s me—whining in pure sexual frustration.

Nat and Wanda both turn to me with knowing looks before stepping over and kissing me on either cheek. I can’t help but giggle, feeling warm and flustered by how affectionate they are.

“How are you just so cute?” Wanda teases, bopping my nose.

“You’re cute too, but in a scary way,” she adds with a laugh, turning to Nat and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“I am scary,” Nat agrees, smirking. “But not as scary hot as Y/N was while fighting Lena.” She glances at me with a knowing look before turning back to Wanda for another kiss.

I watch them, smiling at their easy affection, but there’s still a pang in my chest. It does suck that we can’t be as open with our relationship yet. But tonight, it going to be different and maybe things will change - hopefully. 

“Gosh, you guys are the cutest couple here! Sorry, Tony and Pepper!” Kate says walking in the kitchen with Yelena and Peter. 

“As much as I love Mr. Strak, I agree with Kate!” Peter says, taking a seat on the kitchen island. 

“SO….. when is the wedding? I know it is so soon from when Nat asks. I just want to know who is going to be y’alls bridesmaid” Kate says literally jumping up and down. 

Then it hits me—Nat and Wanda are still engaged. They never brought it up, not once. Are they still planning it? Is it still going to happen? Or... am I just the side piece?

I step away from the couple and take a seat at the kitchen island. I tried my best to not look at the couple but I couldn’t resist. I saw in the corner of my eye that they were trying to hide their sadness about me leaving their side.

“Oh…” Wanda looks over at me then back at Kate, “We haven’t been planning much to be honest. We have other things that are important” Wanda leans her head on Nat’s shoulder. 

I start to zone out during their wedding talk then I feel a presence next to me. I lift up my head and I see Carol smiling at me with a cup of coffee in hand

“How are you? I hear that you won your fight against Lena. Congrats!” Carol says then takes a sip of her coffee. "I laugh softly, but the moment I do, I feel their eyes on me. I glance up—Nat and Wanda are watching. Have they been listening this whole time?

“Thanks, I think she wants to kill me more now though, but other than that I'm doing good. It is a chill day off” I smile at Carol. 

“Well since you have a day off, do you want to go grab lunch then I can kick your ass in a game,” Carol says confidently.

“As much as I want to. I am eating lunch with Wanda and Nat, we made pizza and salad! For the game, can I raincheck for either way later tonight or tomorrow” I tell Carol. I feel both of their eyes on me now. I have no idea if they are even listening to Yelena, Peter, and Kate. 

“No problem, now I need to go practice then so you don’t kick my ass like you did Lena. Let me know if you ever want to talk about whatever is on your mind.” Carol gives my arm a gentle squeeze before standing up. It’s a simple gesture, but it reminds me that, at the very least, I have a friend in her. I nod, appreciating the offer, but I don’t trust myself to talk about it yet.

Before I can dwell on it, Lena’s voice cuts through the room. “Fuck you, just wait until the next fight!”

Laughter erupts around us—except from Wanda and Nat.

Carol and I's friendship has gotten so much better now that she isn’t trying to get with me. We are better friends anyway.

“Can I get some pizza?” Yelena asks trying to get a little of the salad on the table but Nat smacks her hand away. 

“No, you can not this lunch is only for me, Wanda, and y/n” Nat then takes the food from her sister. Carol exited the room with a soft goodbye and I turned back to everyone else.

“How come you guys are feeding y/n and not your sister?” Yelena fakes gasp when Nat smack her hand then pretends to nurse it. Yelena looks at Kate and goes over to sit next to Kate. I smile at the cute couple, even though they haven’t been open about their relationship. 

“Because y/n help me make it and lets be honest here. She wouldn’t eat anything but takeout everyday if I didn’t cook for her. Just likeTasha was when we first started dating” Wanda says nodding her head while looking at Nat. Nat and smiling at the memory. 

“Listen I am not complaining about my free food from the love of my life” Nat then goes in for a kiss to Wanda. Everyone awes at them. I watch, admiring them... but that tiny weight in my chest doesn’t go away. 

Right on time, the alarm goes off for the pizza. I get up and get the pizza out of the oven. Wanda comes behind me and looks at the pizza.

“It looks amazing” Wanda left hand lightly grabs my wrist then rubs my arm up and down softly. Only can been seen by us. I feel a little tense get released but not all of it.

“You guys get out of here! You are not getting any of this food. We’re eating in our room, so scram!” Nat waves the three away. 

“Come on let’s get all the food together and eat in our room” Wanda whispers in my ear. I nod my head and we get all the stuff then head in there room. 

We set the food at the foot of the bed then hop in the bed ourselves. Nat takes the right side, Wanda settles in the middle, and I take the left. We dig into the food. Honestly we didn’t bring any plates just forks so we can feed each other the salad and hand feed pizza to each other. It was a great time between the three of us. Just laughing, watching tv, and eating great food we all help make. 

“You are too good at this dorogoy. We should open a restaurant — Wanda’s Kitchen.. But only for y/n and I” Nat smiles at us. We spend the rest of the day getting ready for the date. They never told me what we are doing exactly. Just that they needed to take care of a few things before and to wear something comfy. Which was perfect because I wanted to go out and get them both nice flowers. 

Later on in the evening, it is time to get change and I put on my favorite comfy outfit that is still appropriate for a date. I then head to their room and knock on the door. I wait a second and Nat opens the door. She is wearing her leather jacket, of course, with a dark green top, dark wash jeans, combat boots, and some nice silver jewelry. 

I look behind her to find Wanda coming out the bathroom looking stunning. She has an off the shoulder burgundy sweater, high waisted jeans, and some white sneakers. Her makeup is done flawlessly. 

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself in front of these divine women—but it backfires. Nat smells like cedarwood and leather, sharp and intoxicating, while Wanda’s scent is warm, vanilla and spice, like the perfect autumn evening. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this night. How can they smell this good?

“Damn, you just get more beautiful every time I see you, huh?” Nat looks me up and down like I am prey but behind that lust I can see her eye soften. She is admiring me. Wanda comes up behind her.

“Dulceata, I can eat you up right now, but we have a date to get to” Wanda bites her lips and winks at me then pushes us out the door. 

“Wait I have something for you both” I pulled the flowers that were behind my back. 

“Look at them! They are so pretty. Thank you so much” they both give me a kiss then go back into their room to put the flowers away. We all head down to the garage and they lead me to a truck. I raise my eyebrows and look at both of them.

“Trust me, it will all make sense once we get there” Nat then opens the door for Wanda and I. We step in and head to wherever the date is set. During the ride I glance between them, heart racing slightly. They’re up to something, and I’m not sure whether I should be nervous or excited. After about 45 minutes we pulled up to a drive-in movie theater. 

I look in awe at the venue, the soft glow of string lights adding to its charm. They must have remembered me talking about how I always wanted to visit before.  

“See I knew she would love it” Wanda teased Nat. They paid for us to get in and find parking. Nat backs into the parking space, and I look at her, confused.

“I think we need to be the other way to see the movie” I point out. 

“I  know, but we have something special in the back,” Wanda says, wiggling her eyebrows. I turn around and see a sheet over something in the back. They open the door and we all step out on this warm night with a light breeze. Nat lets down the truck bed and moves the sheet to uncover a makeshift bed and a cooler with food. 

I help Wanda into the bed, while Nat helps me into the bed. Nat climbs in beside us, and we all get settled, with me in the middle. I let out a deep sigh of contentment

“This is amazing, thank you guys” I thank the both of them. I look up to see Nat and Wanda already staring back at me with smiles on their faces. 

“No problem, this is exactly what we wanted. The best part? We don’t have to hide. Out here, we can just be together” I smile at the thought. Wanda starts to get out the food that I am guessing she was cooking when she said that she needed to prepare for the date. 

The movie starts in the background. We are watching an old spy movie that Nat loves. Nat is fully watching the movie. I love to see her like this because you rarely see Nat so relax and excited about something. 

As the movie starts, Wanda reaches into the cooler, pulling out the first dish. The first thing that comes out is an oddly hot fancy grilled cheese.

“This is my triple grilled cheese on sourdough. Be careful because it may be still hot. I use a spell to keep our hot food hot” Wanda whispers since the movie has started and I nod. I hand Nat her sandwich as Wanda pulls out a container of tomato bisque and a side of fresh French fries. After passing everything out, she reaches for the last surprise. The last thing that Wanda brings out is chocolate covered strawberries.

“Don’t worry all this is homemade” Wanda giggles.

“I never doubted you” I pull her into a deep kiss, threading my fingers through her hair. Wanda is taken aback for a second but kisses me back just as hard. I know Nat is watching now. I pull back, leaving Wanda chasing the kiss for just a second before realizing I've already moved away. I smile at her and lean back so I can enjoy this freshly cooked meal for us. Wanda leans her head on my shoulder while leaning back with me. Nat also leans back to join us with her head rubbing my thigh. 

The movie was great and so was the date. The whole night we were stealing kisses from each other and lingering touches. At one point during the movie, we completely forgot about the screen, lost in each other’s lips, hands roaming, heat building between us.Things were getting heated, but thankfully, the movie ended before it could go any further. We would have never lived it down if we were caught in public doing this by the team. 

After the movie ended, we packed up and headed back to the compound. More soft touches and light kisses happen on the way back. We park the car and clean up all of our mess that we have made. I walk the women back to their room for a good night.

"So… when’s the wedding?" I freeze.Nat and Wanda are still engaged.I blink, trying to process the sudden weight in my chest.They’re still engaged. They never said otherwise.So… what does that make me?I slow my steps, barely noticing as Wanda’s hand tugs at mine slightly before I let go. She looks over at me with a small frown.

“This was honestly the best date I have been on because it was with the both of you and I will never forget this night” I rush out my mouth and there is a bit of silence. It’s not uncomfortable, but enjoyable. I start to get nervous about telling them how I really feel. I can see in their eyes like they want to tell me something too.

“Let’s step in our room for some more privacy” Nat says and Wanda opens the door then we all step into the room, and the quiet between us isn’t uncomfortable—it’s warm, familiar. But something in my chest feels… off. I glance at Wanda, who’s smiling softly, swaying our joined hands slightly as we walk. Nat is on my other side, her pinky brushing against mine, close but not quite touching. For a moment, everything feels perfect. Too perfect. Then Kate’s voice from earlier rings in my head:

“Dulceata? You okay?” Nat stops too, looking between us with slightly furrowed brows.

"I—" I clear my throat, suddenly feeling foolish for even thinking about this now. But it’s too late. It’s stuck in my head now, and I need to know.

I cross my arms, glancing between them. "Are you both still getting married?" There’s a pause. Wanda and Nat exchange a quick look—one of those silent conversations I still haven’t figured out how to read yet. 

Wanda takes a small step forward. "Why are you asking?" Her voice is soft, but there’s something careful about it.Nat’s arms are crossed now too, like she’s bracing for something. 

“We were going to talk about this tonight,” she says, her voice unreadable.That only makes my stomach twist more.

"Talk about what?" My voice is smaller than I want it to be.Another look between them. A hesitation. And suddenly, I feel stupid.Maybe I misunderstood this whole thing. Maybe I was just… extra fun on the side. Maybe this was never real to them the way it’s become everything to me.

Wanda reaches for my hand again, but I step back. "Y/N, wait—"

I shake my head. "I just— I need to know. What is this?"

“This,” Wanda gestures between the three of us, “is the best thing that has ever happened to Nat and me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to us.”I barely have time to process before she continues. 

“There’s something we need to show you.”She glances at Nat, who nods and walks over to the nightstand. My heart is hammering now. I look down, noticing Wanda fidgeting with her engagement ring, sliding it up and down her finger. Nat returns with a small box and hands it to me. I stare at it for a moment, confused, before slowly opening the lid—inside is a gorgeous silver chain.

“What is this?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not complete yet,” Wanda murmurs, stepping closer. She reaches for her engagement ring, slides it off her finger, and threads it onto the chain. I watch, eyes wide, unable to look away. Wanda steps back, and before I can even form a question, Nat moves forward. She takes off the ring she’s always worn on her finger—the one I’ve seen a hundred times but never thought to ask about.

“This ring was a promise ring Wanda gave me on one of our anniversaries,” Nat explains, her fingers lingering on the chain, “and Wanda just gave you her engagement ring.”I suck in a breath, realization hitting me like a wave.Nat meets my gaze, steady and sincere. 

“Y/N, like Wanda said, you are the best thing that has happened to us. And we don’t want to live without you. We were going to call off the wedding because… we don’t want to just be ‘Wanda and Natasha’ anymore.”She pauses, searching my face for a reaction.

“We want you. We want us. All three of us. If you’ll have us.”Wanda takes a step closer, her voice soft but filled with certainty. 

“This isn’t just a necklace. This is us showing you how committed we are to you. So, Y/N…” she tilts her head, eyes shimmering with emotion.

“Will you be our girlfriend?”For a moment, I can’t breathe.I blink. Then blink again. Reality comes crashing back into me, and I choke out the only word that matters.

“Yes.”Nat and Wanda pull me into a crushing hug. Laughter bubbles in my chest, and then Nat turns to Wanda and kisses her—deep, slow, full of meaning. My heart stutters at the sheer love between them.

Then Nat turns to me. Her hands cup my face, her lips crash into mine, and I melt. Within seconds, we’re tangled in each other—Wanda’s lips replace Nat’s, Nat’s mouth travels to my neck, and the room turns hot, sticky, desperate. My hands grip onto anything I can reach—Wanda’s waist, Nat’s shoulders—losing myself in them. We move toward the bed, kissing, gasping, laughing into each other’s mouths. Nat and Wanda pause, giving me a knowing look. I nod, my chest rising and falling rapidly, telling them without words: Yes. Yes, I want this. I want you. Wanda’s clothes come off first. I feel Nat’s fingers ghosting over my stomach as my shirt is yanked off, her mouth already trailing down my jawline—

And then the door flies open.

Yelena.

She freezes. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open. Her brain short-circuits. Nat moves faster than I’ve ever seen her move, yanking the covers over Wanda and me while she grabs her shirt and starts buttoning her pants back up. Yelena takes a physical step back, like her body is rejecting the scene in front of her.

“What… the fuck?” she blurts out, her voice bordering on horrified confusion. For a moment, there’s silence. Yelena lifts a hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples like she’s trying to piece together some unsolvable equation. Then, her expression shifts. She’s thinking. Hard. Her eyes narrow. Squinting. Processing. Then they widen again in realization.

“Oh my god.” She lets out a disbelieving laugh, shaking her head.

“It all makes sense now.” She starts pacing, hands gesturing wildly as she processes out loud

“The weird looks! The stupid little inside jokes! The way you three act like a bunch of lovesick idiots and I still didn’t see it!” Yelena suddenly spins toward me, jabbing a finger in my direction.

“Kate was right. She kept saying Nat and Wanda really, really liked you.” Her finger moves between the three of us.

“And you really, really liked them.” She groans dramatically, throwing her hands up.

“But nooooo, I thought you were just some homewrecker trying to break them up—when really, you were trying to join the relationship!” She stops pacing, arms crossed, her frustration almost cartoonish at this point.

“Ugh. This is so much worse.”Nat raises an eyebrow, smirking. 

“How is this worse?” Yelena gestures wildly at the three of us.

“Because now I have to accept it! Now I have to deal with the fact that my sister and my other sister are dating you!” She whirls toward me. 

“YOU! Who I have spent months threatening! Because I thought you were being a bitch!”I grin. 

“Kinda awkward, huh?”Yelena groans.

 “So awkward. Because now I know you’re not trying to break them up, and you kinda kicked my ass today.”She mutters something in Russian, shaking her head.Then, she throws a hand in the air, dramatically turning toward the door.

“Whatever! Just—just don’t do this in front of me again.”She storms out. Nat deadpans.

“Bitch, you came into OUR ROOM!” She grabs a pillow and chucks it at the door just as it closes behind Yelena. There’s a beat of silence. Then Wanda and I burst into laughter. Nat scoffs, shaking her head.

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“So, where were we?” She jumps onto the bed, grinning at us. And just like that, the night ends exactly how it should— With the three of us, together.

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