#i think this will be a turning point for her though

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stuck by glue

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

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summary: short glimpses of paige and azzi’s journey as they grow from friends to something more

a/n: in honour of paige being gay on the main and azzi fucking fudd. when i tell you i was geeking over that woman and her podcast too like ??

this is rlly short! im ngl though, i’m not sure if i like this very much, writers block has been kicking my ass. still, i hope you enjoy <3 as always, feel free to lmk what u think through my inbox !

“do you ever think about the future?”

the sudden question breaks through the curtain of comfortable silence that had settled between them. the sun had just set, slipping through blue horizons, leaving ribbons of warm oranges and purples that painted the sky above.

the pair had been goofing around just moments ago, playing an unserious game of basketball with ice pops melting down their fingers. azzi had been nagging paige about the purple stickiness lingering from her fingers to the ball, paige sticking out her tongue in a cheeky response.

summer was quickly fading into yet another memory, this time a bittersweet one as paige prepared to start her first year in connecticut.

the goofiness and giggles had long faded, a quiet stillness heavy with thoughts and feelings replacing the air. they lay on the roof – long legs stretched out, shoulders brushing softly. it was quiet, save for the soft mingling of their breaths, quiet chirping of birds, and a soft song azzi didn’t recognise playing softly from paige’s phone.

“yeah,” azzi replied, voice quiet. “i do.”

paige hums, “me too.”

she doesn’t say more at first, fingers toying with a loose thread on her sweatshirt. well, technically stolen from azzi’s closet. the street below was nearly silent, like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting.

azzi turned her head at the sound of paige’s soft inhale, instinctively picking up on the shift.

“i wanna win a championship,” paige began, voice thoughtful. “at uconn of course. graduate as the first pick in the draft. win more.”

azzi giggled, a small, warm sound that made paige’s lips twitch up without thinking.

“course you do.” azzi smiled so softly it was barely visible. but paige felt it. “and you will. i know you’ll get all that and more.”

silence ensues once again, this time lighter as they let themselves get lost in teenage thoughts and dreams.

“how about you?” paige asked, turning to finally look at the curly haired girl.

azzi hums, leaning back on her palms as she let the light breeze kiss her face before responding.

“same thing.” azzi sighed, “wherever i do go, i just wanna play. play as long and as hard as i can. make my family proud. make history.”

paige nods, leaning it to nudge azzi’s shoulder. “you already are.”

azzi laughed softly, letting herself melt into the moment. she glanced at paige, letting her gaze trail down her best friend’s features – at the messy ponytail with strands falling loose, the soft furrow in her brow, the glassy shimmer in those blue eyes, the slight pout of her lips. she knew there was more. more than what paige was saying. more than just a conversation about basketball. and so she waited, eyes back on the sky.

“it’s not just basketball though,” paige finally says, confirming azzi’s thoughts, still keeping her gaze straight ahead. “i think about…more than that.”

azzi hums, tilting her head in curiosity. “like what?”

paige shrugs in feign nonchalance, voice smaller. “i dont’t know. like… a house. humble, quiet. a cute porch with a swing in the yard.”

azzi smiled at the thought, heart beating a little faster.

“maybe a dog too.” paige continues, still playing with the thread. “a golden retriever maybe?”

“i see that.” azzi laughs softly, emotions she still can’t quite name thick in her voice.

“right?” paige giggles, voice softening impossibly. “and maybe, someone to come home to. someone who’ll hold me after a bad game. someone who won’t care if i never score another point again.”

azzi’s breath hitched. they never talked about significant others. not seriously. not without tension or teasing. every crush, every lingering glance from someone else – it always made things weird. different.

so she just hums, swallowing the lump in her throat to encourage paige to continue.

“i think about kids too, sometimes.” paige continues. azzi raises a brow at that, coaxing a laugh from the blonde. “not now, obviously. but someday. i wanna teach them how to hoop, maybe embarrass them a little in front of their friends.”

azzi clears her throat, throat tight. “you’ll be a cool mom.”

“i’ll try.” paige smiles, almost shy. “but you’ll be better.”

there’s a beat of silence, azzi’s brows furrowing as she ignores the way her heart leaps.

“me?”

paige doesn’t answer at first, eyes still fixed on the sky. it was darkening now, the pastel colours slipping into dark blues. but there was a quiet tremble in her voice now, nervous but adamant.

“yeah.” she says, voice lower than a whisper. “when i think of all that, when i think of the life i want…it’s always you in it.”

azzi’s breath catches again, and she swears her heart physically skips a beat at the rawness of paige’s confession. “me?”

“always.” paige confesses, turning to finally meet her eyes.

the world slows. the sunset’s gone now, the sky a deep navy, stars just beginning to blink into view. azzi feels like she’s standing at the edge of something enormous. something that’s been waiting for them both.

azzi stays quiet for a beat, letting her breath even out as she moves closer, dropping her head slowly to rest on paige’s shoulder. she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t flinch. just leans right back.

and maybe it’s then, perched on the hard, rough surface of her childhood roof that everything sinks in. that maybe, this girl beside her has held her heart all this time, that she’s been in love with her best friend that’s seen her through countless losses and victories, and made her feel like a winner through each one.

“yeah, me too.” azzi breathes out, tangling her fingers with paige’s.

sticky and all.

—

there was something incredibly intimate about knowing exactly where everything is in a room that wasn’t yours. reaching for the right light switch, knowing which drawer hid the snacks, which hoodie to snatch because it smelled the most like her.

and that’s what it is with paige and azzi. so effortless and natural in a way that just felt like home. something long-settled, quiet, and lived in.

practice had just ended, and the team was practically dragging their aching muscles, sweat soaked ponytails, and heavy shoulders to their dorms.

“hey, p?” kk called, breathless as she caught up beside paige.

paige hummed, pulling her favourite baggy hoodie over head with one hand.

“wanna play some fortnite later?”

paige only laughed, “only if you’re ready to get cooked.”

the others groaned from behind them, azzi laughing as kk slammed her smaller frame into paige’s giggling one.

“can we all come?” aubrey asked, dragging her feet, voice high and playful. “team bonding?”

“sure,” paige chuckled. “as long as y’all wash your sweaty asses first.”

a round of chaos erupts, a mix of enthusiastic yells and playful groans from behind paige’s shoulder, chuckling to herself as they all split to clean up, half plotting snacks while others were already trashtalking.

as the group thins out, azzi lingers behind, smiling up at her – quiet, familiar, and soft in the way that didn’t need words. paige meets her with the same softness, smiling at the sight. she presses a soft kiss to her forehead, thumb brushing the curve of her cheek. azzi makes a soft whine of protest.

“i’m still sweaty, you goof.” azzi mumbled, cheeks flushed against paige’s soft touch.

“don’t care.” paige only whispered back.

paige reached for azzi without looking, fingers interlacing effortlessly, like they’ve done a hundred times before.

and it begins – the routine they’ve unknowingly curated.

paige opens the passenger door, azzi climbs in with a soft ‘thank you.’ azzi’s phone connects to the car without a single tap, the screen glowing with their shared playlist they made together, titled with a basketball and a pink heart.

azzi hums along to a song paige had insisted on adding, leaning against the window while she reaches for paige’s hand – palm open and already waiting.

no glance, no question.

paige only smiles.

—

paige’s dorm was quiet when they slipped in. the soft sound of running water echoes softly down the halls – her room-mates are probably in the showers already. without hesitation, azzi drops her bag by the bed, pulling the ties from her two practice braids before grabbing the little basket of shower products she liked to keep on paige’s shelf.

paige watched her move, the easy rhythm of someone who knew the place – who knew her – like the back of her hand. like home.

“i’ll go shower first.” azzi said softly, pressing a soft kiss to paige’s cheek before disappearing out the dorm with a soft click.

paige just sighed, heart full, as she set up the playstation.

–

the door swung open a few minutes later, the soft quiet replaced with the kind of heartwarming noise only a family could make. kk carried a bag of chips on one hand and a bag of tru-fru on another, aubrey and ice filming a chaotic intro to a vlog that probably wouldn’t get finished. they stumble in, piling on couches and paige’s bed making easy conversation as they jump into a game. kk, paige, and ice were mid game when aubrey looked up from where she had been scrolling on a beanbag.

“yo, where’s azzi” she said, looking around quizzically.

paige looked up from the screen for a second, mouth open to answer – but the door opens just in time.

and there was azzi, fresh from the shower smelling fragrantly of paige’s favourite scent, curls still damp, face flushed from the steam. she padded in barely acknowledging her friends, going straight to paige’s closet without a second glance. she grabbed the hoodie. the one paige had discarded after practice, the one she never let anyone touch.

everyone watched with wide eyes as she tugged it on with ease, sleeves too long, looseness practically swallowing her whole, hood flipped up for warmth.

she walked across the room with no hesitation, unaware of the eyes following her as she grabbed paige's favourite lavender moisturiser from her dresser, twisting the cap casually.

the room fell weirdly quiet.

“damn, azzi.” nika said slowly, “you live here or something?”

“and that’s the hoodie.” aubrey gasped like she uncovered a secret.

azzi blinked, mid-squeeze of lotion, brows furrowed. “...what?”

“that hoodie.” kk dropping her controller to point, ignoring sounds of the enemies’ guns. "i've tried so many times to borrow that. paige never lets me.”

“or me.” aubrey added.

azzi blinked slowly, as if she couldn’t understand why it confused them. “it’s mine now.”

kk and aubrey’s jaws slack.

paige, lounging casually against her desk, didn’t even flinch. “it’s been hers.”

kk opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again, turning to look back at the tv with eyes wide, knowing. aubrey simply snickers, mouthing “whipped” at nika before turning back to her phone.

ice couldn’t drop it though, sitting up to narrow her eyes between the two.

“you guys are domestic as hell.” she accused, “when are ya’ll gonna get together?”

everyone snickers in agreement.

“right?” kk added. “you’re basically the team parents.”

there was a small stretch of silence as they looked between the two, waiting for red cheeks, some panicked, flustered denial, maybe even the start of a cute confession.

“what do you mean?” paige tilted her head instead, genuine confusion all over her features. “we are together.”

pause.

“excuse me?” aubrey stood up, flabbergasted. the rest of the team mirrored her expression, halting whatever they were doing to yell and scream.

“since when?” nika demanded, mouth open, clinging to ice’s arm like she needed the emotional support.

azzi looked over her shoulder, unfazed as she screwed the cap back on. “since before i got here.”

more chaos.

“since before uconn?” kk’s voice cracked from sheer shock, collapsing backward dramatically into paige’s bed.

paige shrugged, totally unbothered. “like summer before freshman year.”

azzi nodded, crossing the room once more to sit on paige’s lap, the blonde’s arms automatically shooting up to secure azzi’s waist, rubbing the soft skin under her hoodie.

their friends’ eyes practically bug out their faces at the affection, some fake gagging while others sputter out more questions and accusations.

“nah hold up!” aubrey shrieked, “you’re telling me you two have been dating this whole time? and none of us knew?”

paige shrugged, amused. “we weren’t trying to keep it a secret.”

“i thought it was pretty obvious.” azzi giggled, smiling into paige’s shoulder as paige looked down with lovesick eyes.

the room buzzed with disbelief, shrieking, and laughter. nika was spinning in circles. kk was demanding a full timeline. ice was saying “i told you so.”

among it all, azzi only nuzzled closer, paige growing impossibly softer.

—

the lights in the arena were blinding, the cheers in the stands practically deafening as the dallas wings secured their first win of the season.

everything burned – the harshness of the lights, the rasp in her lungs as she tries to recover, the sharp protest of her knee with every step. her chest heaved with every breath, droplets of sweat dripping down her temples as slick blonde hair clung to her forehead and neck. she played hard today, dropping 35 points like it was nothing. like it was just another tuesday night. ironic knowing who she played against.

she was across the court, grinning like she was immune to the sting of a loss. brown, doe eyes bright under the harsh lights, curls clinging to caramel skin, sweat glistening against the sharp line of her jaw.

it should be easier this way. to see her across the court, out of reach. distant.

and she tried, she’s been trying ever since she was sixteen goddamn it. but here she was again, eyes finding hers like a reflex. muscle memory programmed into her being. she could never avoid the heat of her stare, never escape from the pull that she seems to have over her whole being.

it feels like the world goes faster and freezes simultaneously, and god she hates that she sounds like those cheesy romantic novels azzi used to make her read. but the way their eyes met, the way unspoken words seemed to slow between them – who could really blame her for staying rooted in place? under the spell of someone who she used to know. someone who used to know her.

her mind felt scrambled, dizzy from the warnings her brain was throwing her way. yet, her body ignored it all. ignored the surprised looks of her teammates, who knew how it ended last. she barely registered the media’s interest and shock in the sight beholding in front of them – that paige bueckers and azzi fudd were gonna have their first off-court interaction in a year.

she knew how it ended, she couldn’t forget it now matter how hard she tried. she couldn’t forget how broken they had been, how the distance had killed them. the yelling, the slammed doors, the sheer pain she felt distancing herself from the person who knew her best. the one who she ran to after every game lost, every false narrative, hell when she got mean to herself.

azzi sighs before she gets there, like she knew what this was. what this meant to paige. what paige was feeling. and she does. paige knows she feels it too. sees the mirth in those familiar brown eyes, notices the quiver of pink lips.

“az–”

she feels her before she sees her, warm arms wrapping around her waist, head finding its way to the nook of her neck. the familiar scent of her shampoo wraps around her and she can’t help but shut her eyes, willing the burn of tears to go away before she wraps her arms around the girl she’s been missing – been needing all this time.

and suddenly, everything fades away. the ache in her bones, the cracks in her heart, the pressure of fans, the media, the crowd – everything. for a second, her in her arms again, it was just them.

“i’m sorry.”

azzi’s voice was barely above a whisper, but god she felt it, felt her. felt how broken she had been too, felt the ghost of hurt caused by distance and whispered promises too big for their age. she couldn’t help but shudder at the brush of lips around her neck, at the warmth of her breath near her skin again.

“don’t.” paige whispered back, hugging her impossibly closer. “i’m here again. never leaving you again, baby.”

and amidst the flashes of cameras, announcers over the speakers, and fans’ cheers flooding the room, they’ve never felt more alone. together.

–

warmth pools around her skin, partly from the dipping sun but mostly from her girlfriend snuggled beside her. she felt the roughness of the roof digging at her bare thighs, but she couldn’t find it in her to care.

not when blonde hair, damp and smelling faintly of her shampoo tickled her cheek, grounding her in the kind of comfort only paige could give. not after spending a year apart, separated by harsh words and harsher distance. it felt like forever ago, wrapped around each others’ presence now. but she remembered it all, remembered the stubbornness, the heartbreak that had stretched like the miles between them. now though? this felt like forgiveness, felt like home.

the sun above was soft and forgiving. the soft kind that wrapped around them like an embrace. it brushed their skin with light and memory, and azzi couldn’t help but smile at the familiar, aching sense of deja vu.

“paige?” she asked softly, voice just above a whisper.

“hm?” the blonde hummed without opening her eyes, her tone loose and warm.

“do you remember that summer before you left for college?”

paige smiled before the words had even finished leaving her lips, lifting their intertwined hands to brush a kiss on azzi’s knuckles. “course i do. every minute.”

azzi nuzzled impossibly closer, fitting into every curve of paige’s side. like she belonged there, like she had never been gone. “ever think about how far we’ve come?” she whispered.

“from that summer or our dramatic reunion?” paige looked down at her, lips curled into a soft smile.

azzi laughed too, the kind of laugh that burrowed into paige’s chest and made her heart swell. it was low and warm, the sound of home. “i mean, both.” she reached up, brushing a thumb across paige’s cheek. “but more like… how no matter what, we always find our way back to each other. like now. like this.”

paige’s smile faltered, not because she disagreed, but because it hit her right in the chest. the truth of it. the weight of everything they’d survived. “yeah,” she breathed, her voice barely above the breeze, eyes tracing every curve of azzi’s face like it was the last time she’d get to memorize her. “it’s always been you.”

azzi’s eyes flutter shut, smiling helplessly and hopelessly in love. “you remember what you said to me on that rooftop? the night before you left?”

paige hummed. “how could i forget?”

“you told me,” azzi whispered, her voice suddenly fragile, trembling beneath the memory. “you told me you always saw me in your future. only me.”

the words hung in the space between them, thick with history and weight.

azzi blinked, suddenly realizing the warmth beside her had shifted. she opened her eyes and turned, heart stopping when she saw paige — no longer stretched beside her, but kneeling, one knee pressed against the roof, gaze steady and full of something deep and unwavering.

“paige?” azzi breathed, heart stalling, mind racing.

paige’s hands trembled slightly as she reached into the front pocket of her hoodie. she pulled out a small red velvet box, the color rich against the dusky light.

azzi practically breaks.

“i meant it then,” paige said, voice thick and wobbly with emotion, “and i mean it now.”

“paige, what are you–” azzi’s words stuttered and fell away when the box opened, catching the sunlight just enough to make the diamond inside glint like it was alive.

“oh my god.” azzi whispered, pushing herself up. she was kneeling beside her now, eyes wide and already glossy. “paige, is this–”

paige simply nods, voice steady even as tears rimmed her eyes. “azzi, i told you back then i only saw you in my future. and not once did that ever change. not through the wins, the distance, the silence. even when we were apart… you were still it for me.”

azzi let out a shaky laugh, trying and failing to blink away the tears.

“you’ve been my constant,” paige went on, voice cracking but never hesitating. “since day one. and younger me knew. she knew when you sat next to me on that first plane ride. knew when you never stopped believing in me. knew when you stayed by my side, even when i tried to push you away. i want it all with you. the home, the quiet mornings, the chaos. i want you to be the mother of our kids, the person i come home to, the one i wake up next to forever.”

“shit,” azzi laughed tearfully, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. “you’re crazy for this.”

paige laughed too, eyes glinting, heart wide open. “i love you,” she said, reaching up to brush a tear from azzi’s cheek. “i’ve loved you through everything, the facetime calls, the wins, the losses, the space between us. and i’ll keep loving you, every version of you, for the rest of my life.”

paige paused for a second, breathing deep before plucking the ring gently to hold it out, hands trembling, voice shaky.

“azzi jazzlyn fudd, will you marry me?”

for a second, no one moved. the music played on, a love song humming in the background, and the golden light framed them like a painting.

then azzi launched forward, crashing into paige’s chest, arms tight around her neck, their laughter breaking through the emotion like sunlight through clouds.

“yes,” azzi whispered, breathless and teary and smiling so wide it hurt. “of course, yes.”

paige held her tight, the box and ring still in one hand, the other wrapped fiercely around her back. she wasn’t letting go again. not now. not ever.

they stayed like that for a second. sniffling, giggling into each other’s neck, whispering soft promises as the moment sinks into them.

when they finally pull apart, still teary eyed, flushed, and grinning like idiots, azzi held her hand out for paige to slip the ring in. the light caught the stones beautifully, and both their breaths catch at how beautiful it looks on azzi’s fingers.

“guess i’m stealing your last name now.” azzi murmured with a giggle, holding her hand out for them to admire.

“guess i’m yours forever,” she whispered back.

and as the sun dipped below the skyline and the stars began to take its place, the rooftop where it all began became the place they said yes to forever.

[prythiansprincess]

LOOSE LIPS | a theo nott fic.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings."

word count: 2,312.

summary: a night out with the boys goes awry when draco concocts a nightmare combination of tequila and potions, causing a disastrous turn of events in which theo nott finally spills his deepest, darkest secret.

author's note: happy fluff friday! i'm writing again and trying not to hate it. please bear with me as I try to find my footing again. i'm painstakingly going through all of my fic ideas and picking out the ones that don't make me want to scream and tear my hair out. anyways enough yapping, enjoy x

♫ paper rings - taylor swift. nav. more theo.

One shot. 

Two shots. 

Three shots. 

Another and another. At a certain point, the tequila that his friends had been generously supplying him with started tasting like water; a tell-tale sign that this innocent snake’s night out — as innocent as any Slytherin could reasonably be, which is to say not at all — was on the verge of devolving into an absolute shit show of epic proportions. Still, Theo Nott had never been the type to back down from a challenge. 

Despite his complete lack of self-preservation, Salazar forgive him for the odious display of idiotic bravery and recklessness that was really more suited to his former house rivals, Theo couldn’t help but think that he was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. Mainly, the reason for tonight’s celebration. Though he could hardly be blamed. Somewhere between his fifth and sixth shot of whatever nightmare-inducing potion-laced liquor Draco had concocted, the purpose of their gathering had understandably slipped through the cracks of Theo’s inebriated mind. 

Shame. Theo was usually sharper than this, but he could hardly be expected to be rich, handsome, and sober at all times. Merlin, he was just a man. A very drunk and emotional man with loose lips that could sink a whole bloody armada. 

In the corner of the dimly lit booth, Theo poked his best mate’s shoulder and leaned in conspiratorially. “I have a secret.” 

Mattheo blinked slowly. The drink in his hand sloshed at the edges when he placed it atop the sticky table. Clearly, Riddle was not far behind in terms of being absolutely trollied. It made Theo feel loads better about his own drunken state. 

His mate grinned. “This should be good. Let’s hear it, then.” 

Theo nodded in confirmation. Little did his curly headed friend know that Theo was about to drop the juiciest bloody secret this group had ever heard since Pansy revealed her scandalous sexcapades with plant daddy Longbottom. “You know Y/N?” 

“Of course,” Mattheo drawled, dark eyes sharpening with focus. A shameless gossip, that one. Second only to the reigning king of scandals himself — Berkshire. “She’s one of my best friends.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “No, she’s my best friend. You’re more like an acquaintance.”

Mattheo snorted in response. “Does this have a point or are you just being a twat?”

“I’m getting to it!” Theo exclaimed, flailing his arms defensively. “Okay, so, Y/N… She’s just so pretty. And funny. And smart. A complete badass, too. Did you know that she once threatened to clobber the Weasel when he hit me with a bludger by accident?” 

The memory made Mattheo smile. Even though they were light years away from the boys they had been, there was something nostalgic about reminiscing their days at Hogwarts. Now they were fully fledged adults with actual responsibilities. Well, as much responsibility as it takes not to squander away their very sizable inheritances, but that was besides the point.

“Trust me, I remember. Malfoy and I had to pull her off of him before she committed gingercide.” 

Draco’s sigh was full of longing. “We should’ve just let her do it. That might’ve been our only chance to get rid of the little weasel.”

Enzo grinned. “You know, Y/N sat by your bed in the infirmary for a week.” 

Theo smiled in earnest, his chest squeezing at the memory of finding you asleep in the chair beside his bed, but still stubbornly refusing to let go of his hand even while unconscious. 

“She did, didn’t she?” Theo asked, feeling a bit teary eyed. Bugger. He had always been an emotional drunk. “Y/N’s so great.” 

Blaise smirked. “Oh, fantastic. The best gal around.” 

Tom scowled into his pint. How the elder Riddle managed to remain in control of his faculties despite the absolute debauchery of the night completely eluded Theo. “Does your blathering have a purpose, Theodore?” 

Theo childishly stuck out his tongue. “Don’t rush me.” 

Summoning every ounce of seriousness in his utterly unserious body, Theo lowered his voice to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. His glazed eyes scanned the booth full of his closest friends and dropped the proverbial bomb. 

“I’m in love with Y/N.” 

Theo dared to glance around, expecting shit to hit the fan. Instead, he was greeted by deadpan stares. Where was the drama? Where was the scandal? Certainly not with this group of ungrateful gits.

Draco, at least, appeared slightly amused. “No shit, Nott.” 

Mattheo pouted and crossed his arms. “I thought this was actually going to be juicy.” 

Beside him, Enzo patted Theo’s shoulder. “Mate, how drunk are you?” 

Annoyance very quickly shifted the mood. “You lot are the worst!” 

Regulus chuckled. “At least we’re not emotional drunks.” 

“Shut up, Reg. You cried when you saw a baby bird take flight once and you were completely sober then.” 

The conversation descended into chaos as the boys argued for the title of most ridiculous drunk. It seemed to be a tie between him and Mattheo, which in all honestly was not the least bit surprising, but the honorable mention of Berkshire once streaking through the quidditch pitch after one too many firewhiskeys at least made him a worthy contender. Bollocks to it all, Theo had lost interest altogether. 

The second stage of drunkenness hit him hard and fast. Theo felt tired and cranky and sleepy, but despite his overall weariness, he simply couldn’t bring himself to do a damned thing about it. 

“C’mon, Notty boy,” Mattheo grunted as he pulled on Theo’s arm. “It’s time to go.” 

Unfortunately for him, Theo was nothing but dead weight as he slumped back into the booth. Part of him was still annoyed at his friends’ utter lack of surprise when it came to his sordid confession, but a bigger part of him missed you even more. 

“Not you,” Theo whined as he slapped his best mate’s hand away. “I want Y/N. I miss her! I miss her smile and her eyes and her pretty hair.” 

Tom rolled his eyes in annoyance before turning to the group. “Shall I petrify him?” 

“No!” Mattheo exclaimed. “He has to be up early tomorrow. Y/N will literally murder me if I don’t get him back in one piece.” 

“Y/N?” Theo asked hopefully. “Is she coming here?” 

“No, she’s at home.” 

“Why?” Theo whined. “Why isn’t she here? We should’ve invited her. It’s not too late. Can we call her?” 

“It’s almost midnight,” Mattheo explained. “She’s probably asleep.” 

Theo stubbornly crossed his arms and stayed put. “I’m not leaving unless Y/N comes.” 

Mattheo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The others weren’t even trying to help. With the exception of Tom, who kept insisting on petrification. The younger Riddle glared at Draco. “I’m telling Y/N that you’re responsible for this. If I go down, you’re going down with me, ferret boy.” 

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “It’ll wear off before the ceremony.” 

Riddle only scowled before retrieving his mobile. Theo could barely hear his frantic whispering, but he could see his best mate’s grimace as you undoubtedly chewed him out from the other end. “It’s Theo. He keeps asking for you and he gets all weepy when we try to coax him out.” 

Theo was about to argue that he was by no means weepy. Just terribly missing his best friend and demanding her company right this instance or else he refused to move his drunk arse from the likely germ infested vinyl booth. A demand that seemed perfectly reasonable in his mind.

“I still say we stun him,” Tom offered. "If only for my entertainment."

The elder Riddle's mouth flicked into a smirk. Morgana, Theo truly must be drunk. There was no way Tom actually made a joke. Mattheo shook his head before hanging up the phone. Theo brightened, searching his best mate’s expression. 

“She’s on her way.” 

A few minutes later, you appeared around the corner donning one of Theo’s oversized hoodies, sweatpants, and fuzzy bunny slippers, probably because you simply couldn’t be arsed to put on proper shoes. The sight made Theo beam. Even sans makeup and your wild, unruly hair haphazardly tied into a messy bun, you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen. 

Theo jumped to his feet once you reached their booth. “Hi, bella.” 

“Hi, Teddy.” You giggled as Theo pulled you into a bear hug, nearly knocking the two of you over with the force of his affection. “Got a little too sloshed again, huh?”

“Nooo…” Theo replied with a little huff. You raised a brow. “Okay, maybe. S’not my fault though. These wankers kept piling me with drinks. Plus, Tom threatened to petrify me.” You chuckled at the scowl Theo sent to the utterly unbothered elder Riddle. “Also, they didn’t even think my secret was good!”

That piqued your interest. “What secret?” 

Theo flushed, shyly stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Oh, I can’t tell you. It’s top secret.” 

After a bit more coaxing, you finally talked Theo into leaving. The rest of the boys bid their goodbyes outside of the pub with the exception of Mattheo, who thankfully helped you haul Theo back to your flat. Though he did receive a stern reprimand, you still hugged your friend tightly before he stepped into the floo to return to his own home. 

Theo wobbled as you led him into the bedroom. Leaning against the bureau, he peered into the assortment of clothes you were parsing through. “The spongeguy ones. Those are my —“

“Favorite,” you finished for him. “I know, Teddy. I got them for you. And it’s Spongebob, remember?” 

He nodded in agreement, but did not, in fact, remember. Theo was too preoccupied with the way you fussed over him as you helped him change into comfier clothing. Perhaps he should get drunk more often if it earned him special treatment.

The thought crossed his mind as he brushed his teeth, eyes seeking yours in the mirror and flashing you a lovesick smile. You winked back and bumped his hip, catching him off guard and nearly knocking him off his arse. Luckily, Theo found his balance by wrapping a strong arm around your waist and holding on for dear life. 

Moments later, the two of you finally settled into bed. Theo greedily snuggled up to your side while you ran your fingers through his hair. The affectionate gesture earned you a soft and happy little sigh of contentment.

“So, that secret,” you whispered in the dark. “Gonna tell me what you’re hiding from me, Teddy?” 

“Noooo, I can’t,” mumbled Theo as he nuzzled against your neck. 

You pulled away and poked his chest. “Tell me.” 

“Never!” 

“You.” Poke. 

“Know.” Poke. 

“You.” Another poke. 

“Want to.” 

Theo grabbed your wrists to cease the onslaught of attacks and pulled you closer instead. Watercolor eyes searched yours, expecting a hint of shyness and nerves that you usually would’ve displayed at such close proximity, but instead there was nothing but warmth and love in your eyes.

Eyes seeking one another, noses bumping together, lips nearly touching yet not quite. The precipice of a first kiss, but not really. In the back of his mind, he knew that the two of you had been here before. Theo leaned into your touch while you lovingly stroked his cheek. 

“Can I ask you a question, bella?” 

“Course, Teddy.” 

Theo swallowed, blinking away the silken night. “Are we…” His voice was lowered to a whisper, soft and gentle like a lover’s caress. “Are we dating?” 

A surge of disappointment speared his heart when you slowly shook your head. He suddenly wished he hadn't asked. It would've been nice to pretend for a moment longer. At least until he fell asleep. But then he had to ruin it by opening his big mouth. Theo took a shuddering breath, but the gentle kiss you pressed against his temple caused hope to rise up in him again.

“No, baby,” you corrected with a smile while waving your left hand in the air. “We’re engaged.” 

The diamond glittering brightly on your ring finger threatened to blind him even in the dark. How could he not have noticed? The damned thing had its own gravitational pull. Theo chuckled in disbelief as he inspected the familiar gold band encasing the six carat princess cut diamond, which was tastefully surrounded by a halo of smaller stones. His mother’s ring. 

Awe washed over him as he asked softly, gently, as though Theo was convinced that the revelation was too good to be true, “You’re my fiancée?”

“Mhm,” you murmured as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, his nose, his forehead. His chin trembled when you kissed him slowly. Theo savored the pressure of your lips against his, a sensation that was both new and old to him at the same time. Even without the alcohol, you had always felt like that to him. Familiar yet unknown all at the same time. You were a complete paradox that perplexed his every waking moment, but he loved every second of it.

The fact that you were engaged made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. Theo chased after your lips, peppering you with kisses over and over again, just because he could. In fact, Theo had a civil duty to smother you in as much affection and devotion as he possibly could. Salazar, how did he ever get anything done? All he wanted to do was to kiss you until you were sick of it.

You giggled while Theo lovingly nuzzled his nose against your cheek, basking in your affection and adoration like he was starved for it. “Tonight was your bachelor party, remember? I told the boys to go easy on you, but I should’ve known they wouldn’t listen.” 

Realization came flooding back to him. “We’re getting married tomorrow,” he said in reverence. “You’re going to be my wife.” 

You nodded, smiling wide and bright for him. Only him. “You’re going to be my husband.” 

Theo mirrored your expression, the smile brightening his entire face in the most breathtaking way. Merlin, he really was beautiful. “I guess I can tell you my secret then.” 

“Oh?” 

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” 

You chuckled. “I’m in love with you too, Theo.” 

Theo caressed your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss as he sighed dreamily. Godric, you loved him. Utterly and irrevocably so. You giggled as Theo greedily snuggled into you again, his big arms wrapping you in his warmth as he tangled his long legs with yours. 

“Good night, Mrs. Nott.”

“Good night, Teddy.” 

[a-pute11as]

little princess - leila ouahabi

word count - 1.1k | summary - your daughter draws a picture of you and leila, next to the euros trophy, with a medal around each of your necks. the problem is, you can't quite make out whose got silver, and whose got gold.

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it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, the two of you had the day off, no commitments other than relaxing. the sun spilled through the large living room windows, lighting up the coffee table where your daughter was busy scribbling away her latest artist creation. 

you were propped onto the sofa, your back pressed against the armrest as your legs lay across leila, her hands moving idly up and down your leg as the two of you focused on some trashy reality tv to keep you entertained.

your eyes flickered to your daughter, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth slightly as she focused on the finishing touches of her masterpiece. 

“what are you drawing, elena?” you asked, craning your head slightly in an attempt to see her drawing.

“mama,” she huffed without looking up, “you always tell me to be patient, now you be patient.”

you bit your lip to keep from laughing, watching as she used her arm to shield her drawing even more.

“sí, elena,” leila added, firmly nodding in agreement with your sassy 4-year old, “you’re right, she is never patient.”

your mouth dropped open, your face full of disbelief, twisting to face her. “excuse me? you’re taking her side?”

leila smirked without looking away from the TV, “la pequeña princesa es correcta, nunca eres paciente.” (the little princess is correct, you’re never patient)

“i married a traitor,” you muttered dramatically, throwing your head back onto the armrest.

“ah ah ah, what is worse is that you created one,” leila teased, squeezing your leg gently, “so really, whose fault is it?”

before you could respond, elena jumped up from her cross-legged spot on the floor, “i’m done!��, she grinned, clambering onto the sofa, straight onto your lap as she sat in between the two of you.

her signature stick-figure style, lots of colours, hearts and rainbows everywhere and the most adorable ‘by elena’ signature in the corner. in the centre stood two players in football kits, one red with yellow, one white with blue, the english and spanish flags next to each of you. mami scribbled over leila’s head and mama over yours. between the two of you sat a trophy bigger than the both of you.

you melted instantly, your arms wrapping round her as your head rested on her tiny shoulder, “oh, baby, this is so good.”

“mi amor, look at the trophy!” leila beamed, “and my legs! muy largas, muy fuertes. es increíble.” (very large, very strong. it’s incredible.)

“it’s for the euros, see i even did a switzerland flag!” she pointed at an attempted switzerland flag in the top corner, though it was the wrong colours completely. 

you smiled, taking in the scene, until your eyes drifted lower. two medals hung from the stick-figure necks, yet they were both a scribbled mix of gold and silver. 

you blinked, straightening up before looking at leila, “wait, who’s got the gold?”

“i think that’s me,” leila said casually, squinting at the picture. “yep, red kit, spanish flag, that’s definitely a gold medal.”

elena knew this ‘discussion’ far too well, climbing off your lap as soon as the speculation started, reaching for her bowl of strawberries instead, munching on a few whilst she began another drawing. 

“no look at it properly, i clearly have more gold in my medal.” you insisted, shaking your head at leila’s words.

“she obviously got confused, you don’t even wear your hair like that.” leila scoffed, her finger pointing at the paper harshly.

you looked at each other for a moment before turning your attention to your daughter. “elena,” you both said at once, deadly serious.

she paused mid-chew.

“my superstar, who has the gold medal?” you asked slowly.

“yeah, cariño,” leila added, leaning closer, “which one of us won?”

elena blinked, “i don’t know…”

“elena, this is life or death,” you tried to smile sweetly, but your natural competitiveness between you and your wife wasn’t shying away, “and don’t forget mama has already won the euros, remember you like to wear my pretty gold medal!”

“think carefully, mi amor,” leila said sweetly, brushing a curl from elena’s forehead, “who’s the best footballer?”

elena looked between you both, strawberry juice staining her chin, her little brows furrowed, “well mami makes lots of good kicks.” 

“vamos!” leila pumped her fist, so loud it was like she had just won a trophy. 

“but mama scores more goals.”

“yes! perfect baby!” you grinned, sticking your tongue out at leila.

elena groaned, standing up as she looked at the two of you disapprovingly, her arms dramatically crossed as she stomped her foot, “you’re both so loud, i just like pretty colours.”

there was a pause.

“so who wins?” leila whispered.

she stomped her foot before flopping back down, huffing as if she was tired of the same conversation that never ended in your shared household, “i would win against both of you.” she declared. 

silence followed her words, the kind only a truly unimpressed four-year-old could manage.

you stared at her, mouth twitching as you tried to keep from laughing. leila blinked beside you, momentarily stunned into silence before snorting.

“of course baby,” you said, reaching over to ruffle her curls, “you always win.”

“you are a smart girl, mi princesa,” leila added, leaning over to kiss the top of elena’s head, “a champion deserves her trophy.”

the three of you fell back into a comfortable rhythm. elena continued drawing, muttering to herself under her breath about rainbows and gold medals and mama being impatient. you and leila leaned back into your original position, your legs still stretched over her lap, her hand now absently tracing the same small circles on your shin again.

“next time,” you murmured, eyes flickering toward the ceiling, “we agree to just both be winners, yeah?”

leila tilted her head to the side, “mhm, we could...”

“…but we won’t,” you finished at the same time, grinning.

she shook her head, “absolutely not.”

you turned to leila with a grin tugging at your lips, “at least she didn’t draw all that strapping on your leg.”

leila rolled her eyes, “oye, it's not always taped up, only sometimes."

you snorted, “leila, she would've need a whole pencil case just for your thigh.”

leila raised her eyebrow, a smug expression appearing on her face, "and yet, i still have the strongest thigh in this house.”

you patted her leg affectionately, sending her a sweet smile, “i think the tape is what really deserves a medal.”

a/n - thank you for the request anon, i honestly loved writing this so much that i'm tempted to make it a mini series. with a very necessary mention of my favourite euros game 'tape or no tape', (@cee-jay-mcwfc thank you for the incredible suggestion). thank you for reading!

[jeonstellate]

dead-end streets

actress yn kudo’s reveal of all the boys she ever loved causes chaos online — especially when one points to a driver.

★ᝰ pairing: oscar piastri x actress!tsunoda!reader (ft. yuki tsunoda x adopted sister!reader)

★ᝰ warning(s): secret relationship!au, exes!au; swearing, jos verstappen mention, stantwt + ig stans shenanigans, public speculations/gossip, shippers

★ᝰ note: yn uses the surname ‘kudo’ on screen, because it’s preferable in hollywood if westerners can easily pronounce the names. title from taylor swift’s all of the girls you loved before. funnily enough, i started this before my other oscar smau happening, but i finished that one first??

★ᝰ disclaimer: pictures used are from pinterest. all credits belong to their rightful owners. all the japanese in this are all from google. yn faceclaim is twice’s minatozaki sana! this won’t make sense until you read but— second is actor yamazaki kento, third is stray kids’ bang chan <3

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ynkudo to the first boy i ever loved:

you were two when i first met you. in the hospital where i spent my first few hours in the world, you declared me your younger sister without any prompt. you had been adamant, almost refusing to leave without me then.

you were four when that title manifested in papers. that was also when you swore to protect me with your life. excessive as it was, you really took your official title to heart—and everything it came with.

you were always there to kiss my pain away. you were always there to comfort me whenever i didn’t feel well, too. in my first few auditions, first days of school, first competitions—i could always count on you to calm my nerves.

you introduced me to what would later become my most favorite food of all time.

you taught me what it felt like to be loved unconditionally, even when you never willingly gave me the tv remote or let me have my turn on the family desktop.

i’ll always be your biggest fan, cheering you on in everything you do; no matter what hat you wear. i’ll never agree to be your passenger princess ever again, though. i think that one time was enough to last a lifetime.

thank you for everything, oniichan ♡

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ynkudo to the second boy i ever loved:

i met you in a playground, a bullet train ride away from home. you were only supposed to be a one-day friend; someone i’d spend an entire two hours with and forget forever. i never even got your name.

yet, by some coincidence or another, we met again. i learned your name. i learned how to annoy my family with it. i learned how to spell it in kanji. i was convinced i’d marry you someday. at least, for a short while, i was.

my brother hated you, in a way only protective older brothers can. he despised how i preferred you over him. i couldn’t care less.

it was a one-sided puppy love, but you were also my best friend then. still, in a way, even if we don’t talk as often anymore.

you still owe me orh nee, though. and a rematch.

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ynkudo to the third boy i ever loved:

we met by mistake. under lanterns and strings, your best friend resembled my own too well. a little tug-of-war on your best friend’s expense eventually led to an apology over ikayaki and takoyaki. then over coffee that only the two of us showed up for.

our label came with a song. we grew within studios and sets, venues and locations. we were clumsy, and a little uncertain, but we made it work. somehow.

we both had our first loves, and it was inevitable for us to choose them without regret. yet, if anyone asks, you were mine.

just like how i still make my ramyeon your way.

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ynkudo to the fourth boy i ever loved:

we weren’t supposed to meet, and we definitely weren’t supposed to be. yet, we were.

now, sunsets are echoes of the scene i couldn’t rewrite; of the script written in stone i strained to embody. it was difficult to believe—much less, say—the sunset was beautiful when all i could see was you. so i looked beyond you, at the future waiting for you, to deliver the hardest line i had to recite.

i almost took it back, you know.

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ynkudo to the last boy i will ever love:

all the boys i ever loved lead me to you.

(please wait for me.)

XX.XX.XXXX 12AM EST

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ynkudo real quick: i apologize for taking you guys to a rollercoaster of emotions these past few days. i lost the fight with management on this and couldn’t just drop “lead me to you” randomly 😔💔 i’ll be put on a social media ban for telling you that (and this, too), so let’s make it count until someone takes my phone away 😁💙

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formulaupdates oscar piastri seemingly confirms yn kudo’s fourth letter is for him via comment

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★ᝰ ngl, i didn't know how to end this *insert person standing emoji here* hopefully i picked a good spot for the “open-ended” ending i was going for :)

★ᝰ on another note, i know this ran a little long, but i sincerely hope you guys enjoyed reading nevertheless <3

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Guess what!! High!Elle is back with another episode of:

✨High!Elle Livestreams Trailer Park!Bucky✨

Under a cut because I respect your dashboard! [ALL TEA, ALL SHADE]

Oooh Lawd, we already dreaming bout this man… 😮‍💨 

And in VIVID DETAIL 👀 

AND WITH TENDER AFTERCARE AND PRAISE??? 😳 

What is this dark magic you wield, woman?!

Me, to Reader thinking she can just NOT think about Bucky:

Bucky’s eyes are following Reader and I love every second of it 👀👀👀

Fuck Reader’s ex. Kudos to her for turning around those intrusive thoughts. ⭐️

Denim Vest Daddy!Bucky: Morning, Sweet Cheeks. 😎 Reader’s pussy: 😻😻😻

I love the way Bucky flirts 🥴

Reader thinking about her Bucky-themed wet dream while also wondering if he dreamt of her is just ✨chef’s kiss✨

🚨HE DREAMT ABOUT READER! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT! A! DRILL!🚨

I’m ALSO kicking Reader’s butt for not letting Bucky tell us the vivid details of his dream. Girl! You know all he did was devour you and fuck you into the mattress. No need to panic.

Bucky: no big deal, but uh, I told my sister and my best friend that I met my future wife and she has my cat’s approval. And, FYI, my future wife is YOU. 😍 Reader: da fuq? 😮‍💨

Accepting a helping hand wasn’t a weakness though, and having help didn’t mean you couldn’t maintain the sense of independence. 

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK! 🙌🏾

Yaaaaaas, Bucky! Fix my screen door! Let your scent waft in the gentle breeze! 

🎵 Like a good neighbor, Bucky is there! 🎵

Bucky totally has spoken to everyone about Reader and I am here for it.

He pointed at you with a screwdriver. “You mean so you don’t have to rely on anyone,” he guessed.

Look, muhfucka. Why don’t you stop reading me to filth and fix my damn door? 😡

“I’ve got plenty of cream, but you can provide the sugar.”

Sir, I’m literally just a girl. 🙎🏾‍♀️

“I won't come inside without your permission…” He smirked again and your knees went weak. “And you’ll beg for it.”

SIR! I am NOT God’s strongest warrior! 😩

Now I can’t get the phrase “Bucky Butter” out of my head, thanks Navy. 🧈

But, I mean…he did just straight-up slide his phone number right into Reader’s notepad. And she fucking let him.

That’s smooth. That’s butter. That’s Bucky Butter™️

And I’m going to watch as you put my number into your phone before I leave

Oh, it’s like THAT?

Bucky: Say ‘please Bucky’ 😏 Reader: Please, Bucky 🥺 Me: 😍😍😍

AND he doesn’t mansplain??? Gonna have trouble not listening to the pussy while thinking about this man…

Reader: Say ‘please, Sweet Cheeks’ Bucky: Please, Sweet Cheeks Me: 😍😍😍

Bucky begging Reader to message him has me spiraling 🌀😵‍💫🌀

🎵Fat Bottomed Girls, you make the rockin’ world go round 🎵

😈

Well, now that was an interesting morning, wasn’t it?! 

Navy, Navy, Navy… 

What can I say to convey my absolute and utter devotion—nay, submission—to this god of a man who I know very little about? 

I can see him; that’s 90% of the appeal! The other 10% is a mix of his fucking name (because ‘Bucky’ is a five-letter word for sex, and you cannot change my mind), Alpine’s existence as his roommate and matchmaker, and I have no shame in admitting that men from the other side of the tracks tend to use all of their muscle groups during sex (and I feel that should be celebrated).

Ok, so I was thinking about what they could discuss over drinks. I wanna hear about Ransom—I mean, whoever the ex is 😉

And who hurt Bucky? And who is his best friend? I think of Steve and Sam, and I think…one of them has to be the best friend. But friends can hurt us, too. 🥺 Of course, there could be some lil heifer named Katelynne [or another awful spelling combination] who broke our man’s heart. I’m ready to dramatically throw a Natty Lite in her face, whenever you’re ready. 😉

Amazing chapter! Cannot wait for more!

Good as New

Pairing: Trailer Park!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Your neighbor helps with a small repair, and you'd like to repay him.

Word Count: Almost 4k

Warnings: Flirting, swearing, dirty talk, tension, sexual chemistry, world building, bits of insecurity, smut mention, Bucky Barnes (he's very forward and a warning, okay?)

A/N: More of our trailer park!Bucky! I hope you like it!❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @mumbles411 , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divided by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light had barely broken through your window when you decided you should work on the outside of your trailer. As much as you wanted to sleep in, your new chapter wouldn't continue if you didn't put forth the effort. Getting out of bed and distracting yourself would hopefully help forget about your dream of your bold and handsome neighbor. You didn’t want to think about it. You wouldn’t think about it.

But the wetness between your thighs served as a stark reminder that you dreamed of Bucky and his cocky smirk. How he said in a low voice that he was going to have you and that you’d enjoy every second of it. How he stripped you down and wrecked you with his mouth and cock, muttering filthy praise that still had heat flowing in your veins. You felt the burn between your thighs, which you didn’t think was possible in a dream. What was worse was that he held you after, whispering how well you took him and how lucky he was to have you. The tenderness was enough to break you from your slumber and make your eyes burn with unshed tears.

It was silly to get worked up in any capacity. The dream was just that… a dream. It was a fantasy, an illusion. There was no reason to cling to it, especially when it was too much and too soon.

“Don’t think about him. Just get up,” you mumbled.

You didn't jump out of bed, but you didn't drag yourself out either and that was already an improvement to your recent past. Waking up and facing the day should never feel like a burden. You shouldn't feel like a burden. 

“I’m strong and capable.”

You went through a checklist in your mind as you showered and dressed for the day. You needed to fix the door, fill out applications, bake for the potluck, and unpack more. After the furniture was delivered, you had spent the rest of the previous day emptying some of the boxes. You stilled at times as you went through your past and memories, like something you had witnessed instead of being a part of. It was the life you lived, but it wasn't meant to be yours. You didn't cry, even when your chest tightened to the point that you felt something crack. 

And for a second, you thought you spotted a pair of blue eyes watching you from across your trailer before you went to sleep.

“What am I doing?” you whispered when you walked out the screen door that was still hanging on its hinges. 

After going through your toolbox, you managed to get the door off completely without hurting yourself in the process. But once you set the door down and listened to the instruction video you found online, your cheeks burned with shame when you couldn’t get the screen quite right. You stopped and started the video again. The tips didn't make any sense to you and your heart sank as you stared at the door. You prided yourself on being a smart and capable woman just like you told yourself earlier, but you couldn't begin to fix a simple screen. You could almost hear your ex laughing in your mind. 

“You're pathetic.”

You silenced his voice. It wasn't fair to beat yourself up over it. While it was never too late to learn something new, you had to give yourself grace and remind yourself that you wouldn't be an expert overnight. Not to mention, the skills you learned growing up were different, but it didn't mean you were hopeless or less of a person because of it. You wouldn't let previous influences in your life make you feel bad about yourself. 

You heard the footsteps before you turned your head, your heart picking up at the sight of Bucky. He was in an outfit similar to the one he wore the day before, except this time he had a denim vest on. You wanted to be angry at him for being so enticing, but that wasn’t his fault… or was it? And how were you supposed to stop thinking about him when he was right there?

The signature smirk was on his face when he said, “Morning, Sweet Cheeks.”

You snorted and pushed yourself up, wiping your knees off in the process. That nickname wasn't going away. “Good morning,” you said. 

“It is a good morning since I’m seeing your beautiful face,” he said with the utmost sincerity. 

You mentally scolded your heart for the funny flip it did. “Do you ever stop?”

“I would if you asked me to,” he answered just as sincerely. 

You remembered how he backed off when you mentioned harassment and that brought you comfort. “Good to know.”

He looked relieved in a soft sort of way and you wondered if he had thought about you after you parted ways. “Did you have a good night?”

“Uneventful, which is good,” you replied. You slept much easier than you anticipated considering it was brand new and unfamiliar. You were not going to tell him you had a wet dream about him. Nope. But had he dreamed about you? “How was your night?”

“Same. Uneventful.” That mischievous look said something was up. It wasn't like he had visitors that you knew of. Not that you were looking or paying any attention to that. “Except for the dream I had about you.”

You bit your lip without meaning to. “You dreamed about me?”

You dared to look him in the eye when he moved closer. He looked like he was ready to eat you alive. “Happy to give you the vivid details if you’d like.”

Your breath hitched, but you maintained some sense of control. “Not until after I’ve had my caffeine,” you teased. You mentally kicked your own ass. Why not let him tell you?

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. It wasn’t fair how easily his laugh made you smile. “Oh. And I told my sister and my best friend about you.”

That made you pause. “You did what?” you asked. He told a family member and a friend about you? 

“Said I met my future wife and that you have Alpine’s approval.” He winked and you glanced away to hide your smile. 

“You're ridiculous,” you said with no heat behind it. He probably told them that a new neighbor moved in and nothing more. Maybe he mentioned that he flirted, but the future wife comment? Wait, weren't his parting words to you that you might be his future wife?

Bucky was trouble with a capital T. 

“And you just glared at that door like it stole something from you.”

You were thankful for the subject change. “It did kind of steal something.”

He tilted his head. “What did it steal?”

“My pride,” you half teased. “And by stealing my pride, I mean… I don’t know how to fix the screen. I don’t… even know where to start.” Your fingers wrung together before you put your hands before your back. “I tried watching a video, but it didn’t help me.”

Admitting that this was a shortcoming was somehow a relief as painful as it was. That didn’t make sense since you felt so embarrassed by the thought before he walked over. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve folded in on yourself. Why didn’t you with Bucky?

Maybe it was because there was no judgement in his blue eyes. There was almost an understanding, the kind that had you choking up for no good reason. “I can help,” he offered, like it was no big deal. “I don’t mind.”

You had to turn your head away and will away the burn from your eyes. “I can’t ask you to do that,” you softly said. It wasn’t easy to ask for or accept help when you wanted to stand on your own two feet. Accepting a helping hand wasn’t a weakness though, and having help didn’t mean you couldn’t maintain the sense of independence. 

“You didn’t ask, and you don’t have to since I offered.” He shrugged and offered you a smile. “Told you I’m good with my tools.”

He had said that in a very sexual sort of way. “I’d really appreciate it if you could, but if you're busy…” He was already jogging away, leaving you there to stare after him. He didn’t leave you hanging for long, his toolbox in hand as he came back.  You didn’t question why he was using his own instead of yours. “Wow, you’re really going to fix it?”

“You sound surprised,” he said, setting the toolbox down close to you and allowing you to pick up the scent of his soap. It was a scent you wouldn’t mind having on your skin. “It’s what good neighbors do.”

You crossed your arms as he crouched down to go through his tools. “You do this for all the neighbors?”

“Pretty much,” he replied. 

A smile tugged at your lips. While part of you wanted to feel special that he was helping you, you respected that he did this for everyone. “I feel bad. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself,” you said. No one with the exception of Bucky had stopped by to say hi either. You wouldn’t take that to heart.

“They’re letting you get settled before the potluck,” he said. Did he somehow spread the word to give you some peace until then? “But they’re anxious to meet you.”

That had your stomach turning with excitement and nerves. “I am, too.” You hoped you made a good impression. “Do you mind showing me and explaining what you’re doing?” you asked, your smile widened when he looked up at you. He looked good from this angle, and you wouldn’t think of him kissing up your legs. “Just in case I ever have to fix another screen.”

He pointed at you with a screwdriver. “You mean so you don’t have to rely on anyone,” he guessed. Once again there was no snark or humor, just that quiet understanding that made you want to know more about him.

“You got me there.” It was difficult to depend on people when you were made to feel invisible. “But before you get started, do you want some coffee?” It was the least you could do since he offered to help.

It was his turn to look surprised. “I wouldn't mind, please and thanks.”

“Cream and sugar?”

He smirked and you awaited whatever dirty comment was about to leave his wonderful lips. “I’ve got plenty of cream, but you can provide the sugar.”

You burst out laughing and stepped back. “Yep. You're ridiculous.”

“Maybe just a little. If you're offering though, I would like some cream with that sugar,” he said. 

“You got it.” You paused and winded. “I’d invite you in, but it isn't ready yet,” you said apologetically. It was going to be a warm and cozy place. You had already begun to leave little touches around, like vases and knickknacks, but it was far from visitor friendly. 

It didn’t phase him since he had a smile on his face, likely sensing he’d be in your home sooner rather than later. “Your home, your rules.”

“So you won't come inside without permission?” Your face felt like it was set ablaze the second the words left your mouth and Bucky looked all too pleased. “Not. A. Word.”

He threw his hands up with laughter in his eyes. “Aww, c’mon, Sweet Cheeks. That was the perfect setup!”

“Not a word!”

“I won't come inside without your permission…” He smirked again and your knees went weak. “And you’ll beg for it.”

“Bucky!” You could hear his laughter when you rushed inside and you started giggling, too. When was the last time you laughed like this so early in the morning?

You sobered up quickly when you began to make the coffee. Bucky was being a kind neighbor and helping you fix the screen door, nothing more. Even if he was flirting and looking at you like you were the reason that the sun rose today. You needed to focus on your to-do list and he wasn’t on that list.

Not yet at least.

Bucky grinned the second you walked back outside. “Just made my morning all over again by seeing your beautiful face.”

You snorted so you wouldn’t swoon. “My face isn’t worth getting that excited about, but caffeine is worth it.”

He took the mug with a frown. “You think your face isn’t worth it? Tell that to my racing heart,” he said, gently blowing on the drink. The man was smooth like butter. The pleased groan he let out when he took a sip sounded smooth, too, and had you heating up. “Fuck, this might be the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

“Liar,” you smiled, not-so-secretly pleased that he liked it.

“I’d never lie to you. Anything I ever tell you will be the truth,” he said so seriously that your breath caught in your throat. You lived your whole life around fake smiles and people prepared to stab anyone and everyone in the back. Was Bucky the type to stab while looking someone in the eye and making them face the ugly truth? “What’s the pen and paper for?” he asked, nodding to where the pad was tucked under your arm.

“Oh. For the instructions for the screen. I like to write things down,” you replied, gripping the pen a little tighter. You relaxed when you realized he wasn't going to poke fun at you. 

“Gimme.” He gently pried them from you and jotted something down on the sheet, your fingers tingling from where they touched. There was a soft smile on his face when he handed the pad back. 

“‘How to fix a screen. Step one… Ask Bucky. Step two…’ Wait. Is this your phone number?” You giggled when he wiggled his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“Yep. And I’m going to watch as you put my number into your phone before I leave,” he said, smugly taking another sip of the coffee. 

You stared at the sheet to avoid his watchful eyes. “So, the neighbors all have your phone number, too, to help with repairs?”

“Everyone knows they can reach out to me for help, but I’m giving you my number because I want you to have my number.”

You lifted your gaze to see him scratch the back of his head. Was he worried you wouldn’t want it? It was sweet. “Tell me how to fix the screen and I’ll put your number in my phone.”

You held your breath when he leaned close to your ear. “Say ‘please, Bucky’,” he whispered.

Your brain nearly short circuited and you shivered when you felt his warm breath against your skin. He was driving you crazy. “Please, Bucky,” you whispered. 

“‘Atta girl,” he whispered, quickly pulling away and giving you a chance to exhale. “Okay. Let’s get started.”

Watching Bucky work was admittedly a joy. The ways his brows pinched when he concentrated was adorable and he couldn’t seem to keep his tongue in his mouth. He didn’t roll his eyes or seem at all agitated when you asked questions and he paused every so often to drink his coffee, which gave you a chance to look at him between taking your notes. What you really appreciated was that he took the time to explain what he was doing and why in a way that was easy to understand without making you feel dumb. It was nice.

“Wow. It looks amazing,” you said once he was done. You could cross it off your list. “It looks as good as new.”

You thought his cheeks turned pink for a second when he picked up the door to put it back where it belonged. “Just about.”

“Thank you so much,” you said above a whisper. “Not just for fixing this, but for not making me feel bad about it.”

It would’ve been easy to shove it in your face that you didn’t know what you were doing, but Bucky didn't seem like that kind of man. Flirty, bold, but not cruel or discouraging. He wasn’t the type of person who would demand perfection from you. It comforted you like a warm blanket. 

“Nothing to feel bad about,” he said, tenderly smiling. “I’m glad you accepted my help.”

Something soft passed between you before he put the door back on. He carefully tested it and while you didn’t feel any sense of pride since you didn’t fix it yourself, you were happy. That was a start.

“How much do I owe you?” you asked. 

Bucky’s eyes narrowed and you realized how quickly you made a mistake by asking. “Not paying me, Sweet Cheeks. I said it’s what good neighbors do.”

“I need to do something,” you said, holding up a hand when he tried to argue. “And don’t say giving you a coffee counts. It took you a lot more work to fix my door than it did to make your coffee.”

He brushed his hands off with a huff once he put his tools away. “You don’t ‘need’ to do anything. I’m not an obligation.”

“That’s…” Guilt filled you and you didn’t want him to think you were trying to do something because you had to. “Bucky, I’m not offering anything out of obligation. I want to, okay?”

A heartbeat passed and a smile slowly crossed his face. “Oh, yeah? Have a drink with me.” He waited for another beat. “Tonight.”

You took a breath, only somewhat surprised by what he wanted. That sounded dangerously like a date. It wasn’t. It was just a drink with your neighbor. Your very hot, sexy, flirty neighbor.

“A drink?” 

“A drink. Maybe two.” He shrugged, but his stance was anything but nonchalant. “Whatever you want.”

You considered it and slowly nodded. “Okay.” It wouldn’t hurt to hang out, especially with how happy he looked that you accepted. “Where do you want to go? Is there a bar around here?”

“Yeah, but it’s a total dive and everyone will hit on you. We can stay here.”

That had you laughing, but he wasn’t. “No one will hit on me,” you said. Whenever you went out with your ex and friends no one paid attention to you. Minus Bucky, you were invisible to people.

“Yeah, they will. Remember how I reacted when I saw you? It’ll be like that, but worse.” He looked you up and down. “Trust me. I’m a gentleman compared to them.”

You laughed harder. You couldn’t imagine anyone hitting on you the way Bucky did. “Fine, fine. We’ll stay here,” you agreed. 

You were already thinking about what you were going to wear. Would perfume and makeup be too much? Yes, it would. It wasn’t a date, so there was no need to dress up. A casual drink meant casual wear.

“And we won’t have to yell over music to talk to each other.”

“Good point,” you said, tilting your head. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because you still need to put my number in your phone.”

You playfully shook your head and grabbed your phone, but didn’t program it in just yet. “Say ‘please, Sweet Cheeks’,” you said, giving him the same order he gave you earlier. It didn’t sound anywhere near as sexy coming from you, but he seemed to like it since his eyes went dark. And you didn’t back up when he invaded your space, holding your gaze. 

“Please, Sweet Cheeks,” he whispered, wrapping a calloused hand around yours. “Please, put my number in your phone and message me before we have that drink tonight.”

You thought back to your dream, how he had his hands and mouth on you, how husky his voice was… You needed to get a grip and fast. “Message you?” you asked breathily. “I have a lot to do today. I have to fill out job applications and-”

“Message me,” he interjected, cupping your other hand. 

“Bake for the potluck,” you continued, your heart racing.

“And message me,” he said again, taking another step forward.

You exhaled. Was he going to kiss you? He wouldn’t. “And unpack some more.”

His forehead touched yours for a brief moment, but he backed away before you could blink. “And message me.”

It was dizzying that this man not only paid attention to you, but seemed to want your attention. Why? What was so special about you?

“You’re going to drive me crazy,” you said, pulling further away so you could breathe without taking in the scent of him. “I’ll send you a message, okay?” 

He put his hands over his chest. 

With a smile, you glanced at the pad and put his number in. “Did you really tell your sister and best friend about me?” you asked. 

“I did.” His smile was gentle and easy. “They’re great. You’ll like them.” Your heart turned over at the fondness in his voice. They were clearly special to him. And if he thought you’d like them he clearly intended for you to meet them. “Do you really not want to rely on people?”

You looked at the door he fixed with a sigh. It was personal, but it didn’t feel like he was being nosy. “The people I should’ve been able to depend on let me down one too many times. I’m trying to be more careful going forward,” you explained, trying to keep your tone emotionless. It was difficult to pretend that you didn’t care because the truth was you cared too much. 

“I get that.” His hand brushed yours again. “I’ve been let down before, too, and it sucks when the person should’ve had your back,” he said. Who did that? Who hurt him? “But we’re both still standing.”

“Yeah, we are,” you said. Bent but not broken.

“And I’m not saying you should depend on me since you don’t know me that well, but I will be an open book for you. No secrets, no bullshit,” he promised. 

You blinked. Your ex fed you poison coated in sugar. Bucky was promising that he wouldn’t and you wanted it to be true, that he would be honest even when it was easier to lie. Because the truth hurt at times, but pain was real and you needed something real. 

“I’ll be an open book, too,” you replied. You were rewriting your story and there was no reason to hide. 

“Good,” he smiled, taking out his phone. “Now, I need to pick a ringtone for you once you message me. Let’s see… Pour Some Sugar on Me… Honkytonk Badonkadonk… Cherry Pie…” 

“Oh, my god,” you groaned, but you smiled. He was ridiculous and wonderful. 

“Milkshake… Fat Bottomed Girls…” He looked up when you gathered up the empty mug, pen and paper, and went back to your door. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I told you, I have things to do,” you answered. 

His pout could make anyone lose their resolve. “You can do me between your other tasks,” he called out. 

You could, but you had to maintain some of your dignity and not fall into his bed right away. He could work for it. “Another time, if you're lucky.”

He groaned a little. “You’re breaking my heart, Sweet Cheeks.”

“You’ll live. Say hi to Alpine for me! I’ll see you tonight for that drink!” You giggled to yourself and stared at his number before you shot off a text. “Hey, Bucky. It’s Sweet Cheeks. Thanks again for your help with the door. Looking forward to that drink. And by the way, I dreamed about you, too.”

You tucked your phone away, refusing to sit and watch for his response. You had work to do, but you were looking forward to tonight. What kind of questions would you two ask each other tonight? What were the stories behind his tattoos? 

And who let him down?

Okay, lovelies. What are they going to discuss over drinks? And who let 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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summary - the Saja Boys need a manager, and you pray for the poor soul that gets the job. but during the interviewing process, you notice something strange about the applicants, and that leads to dark revelations and a harsh reality check warnings - violence towards you, mentions of death (demons, but not the Saja Boys, never), injury, mentions of blood, this one's kinda dark guys, i'm sorry. let it be known that i DO NOT condone men hitting women, but this was necessary for the story

a/n - i realise that if you lived in another country before, you would not have norigae. so it's a "lucky" charm that looks like a norigae part one �� part two • part three • part four • part five •

"This is an...interesting...crowd."

"I think the glass wall was a good idea."

Even you, used to seeing and being in large groups of people, were stunned to the point of speechlessness at the sight before you. About a hundred people had shown up, men and women, all waving resumes in the air and screaming above each other.

You were pretty sure that some of them didn't even have the right qualification.

"Well, good luck with that..."

Before you could slip away, Baby slung his arm around your waist and pulled you right back, firmly setting you down on the chair beside his. Then he sat down himself, and draped his arm loosely on the back of your chair.

"If I have to sit through this, so do you," he smirked, then kissed your cheek like a peace offering - or a bribe.

You sighed, but relented. Leaning back in your chair, you watched as Jinu carefully - and a bit frightfully - let in the first interviewee. She walked in a bit nervously, but she looked okay otherwise.

Then you noticed her norigae, and your eyes narrowed.

A forest-green tassel charm attached to a small sword pendant.

A small sword pendant...

A small...

Oh.

You blinked once, though, and it was gone. You brushed it off as a trick of the mind, thinking maybe you were too hung up on this whole Axel thing. You had been seeing things over the last couple of days, things that made you think you were going insane.

There was absolutely no way you just saw a norigae that looked exactly like (R/Name)'s lucky charm.

Baby's hand settled on your knee as he tried - and failed - to keep his attention on the interview. Jinu was doing most of the talking, so he was free to notice you getting a little tense. He squeezed your knee reassuringly.

You almost forgot about it when the next interviewee walked in so confidently and started blatantly flirting with Romance.

"Your hair is so pretty!" She leaned forward, ignoring Jinu entirely.

Romance opened his mouth to speak, probably to flirt back like he usually did. But Mira leaned forward, put on her nicest fake smile, and repeated Jinu's question. Yanking the back of Romance's hair while she was at it.

You tried not to laugh, your hand coming to rest over Baby's on your knee. He turned his, interlocking your fingers without taking his eyes off the hilarious scene before you all.

But then you saw the norigae again, and stiffened.

The next interviewee was a guy, and Jinu sighed in relief. Until he started flirting with Rumi, then the Saja Boys leader crashed out.

The next few interviews didn't go that well either. It was starting to look like they would never find a manager, and you were starting to think you were going insane because every woman that came in seemed to have that forest-green norigae.

Then there was the applicant who kept staring at Baby.

You raised an eyebrow, before yawning dramatically and laying your head on his shoulder. Baby turned to look at you, then kissed your forehead.

"If you're tired, rest babe," he told you, loud enough for her to hear.

You grinned triumphantly, only for it to fall when Baby smirked at you after Jinu rejected that one too.

"Jealousy looks good on you."

"I wasn't jealous!" You protested.

"Mhm," he leaned in close, making you blush, and then he pinched your waist.

You yelped, "Baby!"

And then you saw him.

Standing at the back of the hall, leaning against the wall with an infuriating smirk on his face.

Twirling a very familiar, very physical charm between his fingers.

You stood up abruptly, raw, unfiltered rage filling you. Without a word to your friends, you stormed out from behind the glass wall and pushed through the crowd of applicants to get to the back. Barely hearing the praises you got from some of them for your voice.

He just turned and walked out of the hall, like he knew you'd follow.

You did.

You shoved the doors open and emerged onto the street, looking left and right. You spotted him walking down the right, and took off after him. The rational part of you screaming to stop, the furious part of you roaring to go on.

He slipped into an alley, then walked up some steps into one of the little public gardens. You followed, chest heaving as you stopped before him.

"This what you want?" He chuckled, dangling the charm from his fingers, swinging it around carelessly.

"What did you do?" You snarled, bow appearing in one hand, arrow appearing in the other.

He grinned maliciously, all teeth, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

You lunged forward, trying to grab the charm from his hands. He swiftly dodged, catching your stumbling figure by your waist. Chuckling, he pulled you in close.

"Sloppy and rusty, little miss huntress," he teased. "But you can't be blamed, right? Five demons, five times the poison."

"Don't talk about them like that!" You snarled, struggling against his grip. You jabbed your heel into his foot, making him instantly let go, and whipped around to raise your bow and take aim.

"Oh, did I hit a nerve?" He dangled the charm in your face again, grinning like the devil.

You lunged again, snarling and grabbing him by the collar and raising your arrow to shove it into his stupid face. Despite the very clear threat of death, he just laughed.

"There you go, there's that fire that I heard about!"

"Shut up!" You yelled, about to plunge the arrow into his forehead.

"I trained with demons."

You stopped, the tip of your glowing arrow grazing his skin. Your eyes flicked down to his, shock filling them at those words.

"What?"

"Let me go and I'll tell you all about it," he proposed.

"Are you insane?" You glared. "No!"

"Fine, then at least put the arrow down," he tried to reason.

"Do you not understand the word 'no'?" You hissed. For added effect, you slammed him against the wall aggressively. Smug satisfaction filled you when he winced. "Now tell me what you meant!"

He sighed, "After I left our town, I found a small group of demons living in a crude shelter nearby. They managed to escape you and the other girls by passing off as humans, using glamour. I was angry, as I'm sure you remember, and was about to kill them when I noticed how non-threatening they were."

"Get on with it!" You shoved his shoulder against the wall. "I don't have all day!" Your phone rang, but you ignored it.

"Sure you don't want to answer that?" He grinned. "Your boyfriend must be worried." When you just glared at him, he relented. "Fine. I convinced them to let me into their circle, and they taught me things that you huntresses could only ever dream of learning."

"Is that how you got these scars?" You growled.

"Yes," his grin widened. "I got these when I slaughtered them all! They clawed helplessly at my face as I cut them down, one by one, reveling in the sounds of their screams, watching their eyes dull and their patterns flicker-"

You stumbled back, shock and horror washing over you. You stared at him with wide eyes, mouth open but nothing coming out.

Then he smirked, winked, and vanished.

Your eyes widened even more, "Baby!"

You sprinted back to the hall, not caring about the rain that started to fall around you. Boots splashing in the puddles that formed on the roads, the sidewalks, wherever you made contact. Your clothes were soaked through in minutes, but you didn't care.

You barged into the hall where they'd been, only to see it completely empty. Your heart crawled up into your throat and with shaky hands, you pulled out your phone. Fingers sliding against the slightly wet screen as you furiously scrolled to Rumi's number.

She picked up instantly, "(Name)! Where-"

"Where's Baby?" You demanded, "Where are the boys?"

"They're in the penthouse," Rumi's voice grew concerned, "We sent them there because- are you running?"

You had taken off again when she told you where they were, not giving her a chance to finish. You didn't even respond, too desperate to get to the tower to see for yourself if they were okay.

"Got you."

Someone rammed into you from the side, knocking you off balance. You fell onto your side, skin scraping the roughened tar of the road. The impact sent pain shooting up your arm, and you groaned.

Your phone slid a few feet away, Rumi still calling your name.

"I'm sorry," Axel bent down to pick it up, "She can't come to the phone right now." And then he threw it down and crushed it under his foot.

"Wow, you must be stupid," you tried sitting up, only for him to ram his knee into your jaw, knocking you down sideways again.

"I'm not the one on the floor," he crouched down beside you, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. He reached out, brushing some blood away from your lip. "Huh. So you girls can bleed."

"They're going to be here soon," you growled, then coughed and cradled your arm.

"Who? The other girls?" He chuckled. "Certainly not the boys, right? I've got them running scared, with just a few words."

You saw the charm that started this hanging out of his shirt pocket, and tried to reach for it. Only for him to stand up and kick you in your stomach. You cried out, about to curl up when he pressed his boot against your neck.

"You're strong, but not strong enough. And you think you can keep your little boyfriend safe?" He laughed.

And then he jumped back, a familiar sword swinging in an arc above you. Your head fall back against the road, arm throbbing, waist throbbing, stomach probably bruised.

"(Name)!" Zoey ran over to you, helping you up.

"Zoey," you coughed. "Are the boys-"

"They're fine," she reassured you. "We looked for you ourselves. Had to lock Baby up, but he's okay."

"What?"

"He wouldn't stay put! We had to!"

Mira and Rumi were talking to - more like threatening - Axel, forcing him to back off and giving him no choice but to watch Zoey help you back to the tower.

You only saw the terrified look on Baby's face before you passed out.

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*:･ﾟsuguru✧satoru✧reader

18+ mdni suguru loves watching his best friend fuck you

satoru’s behind you, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he fucks you with agonizingly steady, deep strokes. he’s seething, teeth clenched as he tries to hold onto his restraint. it’s too slow. not enough for either of you to even begin to approach your climax, but it’s just enough to have your pussy leaking, the tears rolling down the inside of your thighs providing company to the ones staining your cheeks. 

“aw, that pussy’s cryin’, poor thing. see that satoru?” 

suguru’s voice is void of any real sympathy. he’s sitting in the chair beside your bed like it’s his throne, legs spread, fully reclined, his stiff cock resting in his hand as he strokes himself languidly. there’s a lazy grin on his lips, his hooded eyes are glued to the scene before him. a king and his oh, so loyal subjects. 

“bet you want more, huh?” 

“please… suguru, please more” you need it. need to feel satoru’s dick kissing your cervix as he pounds into you relentlessly, but it’ll never happen. at least not until suguru is ready to give that to you. 

“hmm, satoru? you want that?” suguru’s goading him, wearing down at that last ounce of pride residing within him. the real command goes unsaid. beg me.

“f-fuck you, y’know what i want” his voice is clipped, irritation rolling off of him in waves. and yet, his pace is consistent, unwilling to defy your voyeur.

“yeah, jus’ keep fuckin’ her like that then, nice and slow.” 

you’re cursing under your breath, pleading desperately, but this time with satoru. you’re not sure how much longer you can take it, this constant, weak stimulation. it leaves your body buzzing, but gives you no relief, reaching a point where it’s painful. aching. and you know just how patient suguru can be. 

it feels like hours go by, even though it's only been minutes. you’re a whimpering, sopping mess already and satoru can’t take it anymore. he breaks. and he begs. his tone pitchy and whiny, he doesn’t care how humiliating it is.

“suguru lemme go h-harder, fuck! please, sugu”

“that’s a good boy” he coos, taunting and cruel. “go on, ruin her”

and he does. like a switch flipped inside him, satoru’s fucking you brutally. his hard cock bullying your gummy walls as he slams himself into you, to the hilt, each and every time. one hand in your hair, the other’s still on your ass as he forces a deeper arch.

suguru’s pumping himself faster now too, fucking up into his hand, squeezing and twisting, chasing his own climax with the same fervor as satoru. a symphony of moans, the sound of skin on skin, the smell of sex, it all fills the air around you. 

“‘mgonnacum” your words slur together, borderline incoherent, but even if they didn’t hear you, they know.

satoru can feel you clenching down on cock, sucking him back inside each time he pulls out. suguru notices the subtle change in your breathing, ragged little gasps for air as you get closer to your release. and your hands, balled into tight fists, grip the sheets for stability.

“let go, baby– not you, satoru– not until she does” a strangled sound comes from satoru, half sob, half groan, as he feels you shaking, your gushing pussy just milking him. 

“s-so fuckin’ tight– shit” 

to his credit, satoru does what he’s told. he waits until you’re done cumming, but just barely. the second he feels your shaking turn into trembling and your breath turn shallow, he’s spilling himself inside you with a loud grunt. 

suguru revels in the obscene view laid out before him. your flushed, naked bodies still stuck together as your cum leaks out around his base, slick and creamy, dribbling onto the duvet. one last stroke, one last squeeze, and it’s his turn. suguru’s climax hits just as hard as yours, cum spurting out onto his hand and stomach as rambles on about how perfect you both are for him. 

a/n: AHH my first satoru and first suguru fic- it’s only fitting that they’re together i think

[iam-whoyouwantmetobe]

You’re mine

Synopsis: Jasmine and Elias had been dating for about 5 years before he finally popped the question and asked her to marry him. But things unfortunately go downhill after a huge misunderstanding and the engagement is called off. Now Elias is doing anything he can to remind Jasmine that there’s no such thing as breaking up in his book. She’s his forever.

Characters: Jasmine ‘Jas’, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore, Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore, Annie Moore, Mary, Sammie and Pearline

Warnings: TOXIC ASF, cursing, violence, SMUT, use of the ‘n’ word, guns. (Idk I think that’s all of it.)

Authors note: This might be a cute little 2 or 3 part series. Just had this in mind and had to get it out. It’s supposed to be light hearted (somewhat lol) just something quick to throw out while I work on ‘Back where you belong’

PART 1

-

It seemed like everybody in Compton or better yet, the whole of Los Angeles, knew that Jasmine belonged to Stack.

He wasn’t shy about letting people know he had a woman and showing everybody exactly who she was.

Every party, club event, or even if he was just chilling on the block. She was there. Looking pretty on his lap or standing next to him.

From the moment they met he’d been hooked on her. He didn’t know what it was and for a while he swore that Annie had did some hoodoo magic on him to fall in love because she was tired of him bringing random girls to every outing they had.

She kept telling him that she wouldn’t dare waste her precious herbs on his ‘stupid ass’ but that she was glad he finally found somebody to settle his ass down.

Stacked laughed loudly. “Settle down? Girl I ain’t settling down. This just some stupid little crush. Shit’ll pass”

Anyways …

5 years later and they were still conjoined at the hip. Stack made sure to take Jasmine everywhere. He spoiled her. Trips every month, allowance every week, ‘just cause you’re pretty’ money everyday and sex. Lots of it.

He also made sure to bring her around his family, constantly. His momma loved her and his cousins did too.

So when they heard that the two got engaged everybody was elated.

Annie, Mary and Pearline immediately started looking for wedding dresses before Jasmine could even get the words out.

At some point, three months after getting engaged, Jasmine started being distant. It wasn’t on purpose though. She worked as a NICU nurse and it was stressing her out, on top of other things that were going through her mind that she wanted to speak to Stack about but wasn’t sure how he was going to take it.

She wanted to find the right time to sit him down and have a conversation but with her work schedule and Stack doing… whatever it is he does when he’s out on the streets. They just couldn’t find the time.

And the distance only got worse.

One day Stack finally cracked.

They were laying in bed, backs facing each other. Jasmine was half asleep scrolling through tik-tok and Stack was up. Thoughts too loud and disruptive to even bother with his phone.

Finally he turned around, tapping Jasmine on her shoulder. “Jas. Turn around real quick.”

A soft ‘mmm’ leaves her mouth as she turns around. He was met with pouty lips and droopy eyes. Stack thought she looked so cute and for a second, he almost forgot what he was going to say.

“What’s been going with you? I barely hear from you. We barely speak, hang out, see each other or even have sex. You been pulling away from me. What’s going on?”

Jasmine tried her hardest to focus on what her man was trying to communicate but she had been up since 4 in the morning to start work at 5:30AM and didn’t end up leaving until about 8:30PM.

“I’m sorry baby. I hear you but I’m just so tired right now. Can we have this conversation in the morning? There’s … something I need to talk to you about, okay? But not right now. Please?”

Before Stack could even say anything, she had fell asleep and the next morning she was rushing out the house. It was supposed to be her off day but the hospital called her and asked if she could cover because two of the other nurses got sick and they were currently understaffed.

She placed a kiss on Stacks forehead before leaving. Making sure to text him that they’ll talk when she gets home.

But Stack didn’t wanna hear any of that. He was fed up. Tired. And something about Jasmines behavior triggered him. It reminded him of what he used to do to the women he dated.

So in some twisted way, he convinced himself Jasmine was cheating on him and that this was his karma for what he’s done.

That same day he booked a trip to Miami for him and Smoke. Told him they had business to handle out there.

Which was true but he also wanted to get revenge. He figured, if that was the type of timing Jasmine was on, then it was time he’d get his lick back.

He didn’t tell her he was leaving. Jasmine came home to an empty apartment. She didn’t think too much of it since he was always out doing something and then would come back to make sure they’d fall asleep together.

But the next day came and still… No Stack.

“What do you mean they’re in Miami?” Jasmine paced around the apartment, listening to Annie explain what Smoke had told her.

“He said they had business to handle and were gonna be gone for a few days. Told me I might not hear from him since they’re gonna be dealing with some dangerous people and they don’t want nothing following them back home…. You sure Stack ain’t speak to you about this?”

“No. He just up and left.”

“That’s weird. Were yall arguing or something?”

“No… I mean. I told him we had something to talk about but … We weren’t arguing. We’ve just been having a bit of a rough patch.” Jasmine bit her nails as she felt her heart threatening to jump out her chest.

“Okay… just relax. I’m sure he’ll explain when he gets back.”

-

6 days.

Six days of Jasmine not hearing from Stack. Messages flooded his phone and every single one went ignored. She had tried to reach out to Smoke but he wasn’t answering either.

On the night before they had to leave, the boys went out to celebrate another successful and smooth ‘business endeavor’. Stack was already halfway drunk before they even reached the club.

They sat down in a section in the back and ordered themselves two bottles of Don Julio. At some point during the night, Stack goes off to the dance floor and grabs on the first girl he saw that looked like she’d be ready for anything.

Smoke furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Stack rub his hands all over the girls body. Before he could go any further, Smoke grabbed him by the back of his white, fresh T shirt and dragged him back to where they were.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Dancing. What does it look like?”

“It looked to me like you was tryna fuck that bitch in the middle of the dance floor.”

With a roll of his eyes, Stack downed the rest of his drink before shrugging. “And if I was?”

“Nigga did you hit your head and suddenly get dementia or sum?”

“Nah. Did you? Should I be worried?” A chuckle slips past his lips as he reaches forward to pour himself another drink.

Smoke grabs the bottle before he can. “You tryna cheat on Jasmine?”

“Who’s to say she’s not cheating on me?”

A beat passes. Smoke was frozen in his seat.

He blinks.

“Is she?”

Stack shrugs. “Looks like it.”

“What you mean looks like it? Is she or is she not?”

“I don’t know Elijah. She been distant. Real fucking distant. For weeks. Then suddenly tells me she got something she gotta talk to me about. Tuh” He throws his hands in the air and then looks at Smoke as if he got the answers to the universe. “What that shit sound like to you? Like she probably getting her back blown out by some other nigga.”

A laugh escapes his lips before he shakes his head. “She better hope I don’t find out who it is. Cause I’ll blow his fucking brains out.”

Smoke stares at his brother like the man officially lost his mind. “Are you stupid?”

Stack sucks his teeth. “Whatever. You wouldn’t get it. You and Annie been together since kids. You don’t gotta deal with this shit.”

“Nigga you don’t even know what you dealing with. You assuming shit without speaking to her first. What you gon do when you find out she not cheating on you? Then what?”

With a clenched jaw, Stack slumped back against the booth. “I don’t know man. This shit starting to sound like-”

“Like nothing. You scared and I get that cause I was scared too when Annie and I were about to get married. You know, you was there. It’s a big step you taking and you scaring yourself. Sabotaging shit before you even get the chance to see it through. Just relax and talk to ya girl man.”

Smoke sighs deeply before pouring the two of them a drink. “You was five seconds away from fucking up the only good thing in ya life besides me.”

A smirk appears on Stacks face before he slowly grabs the drink. “Whatever nigga.”

-

The next day. Elias finally turned his phone back on, reading the hundreds of texts from Jasmine.

Some worried

Some angry

Most of them angry

He grabbed his spare key and walked into her apartment.

Jasmine was in the kitchen when she heard him come in.

He slowly walked up to her, analyzing the look on her face.

If looks could kill…

“Let me ex-”

“No! I don’t wanna hear shit from you. FUCK YOU!”

She grabbed her ring and threw it at him. Stomping past him to grab the bags of his clothes that she had previously packed and threw it out the door. “Get the fuck out. I don’t wanna hear or see you ever again!”

Stack was completely unaware of the fact that Jasmine’s friends so happened to be in Miami at the same time and at the same club her man was at. They took pictures of him rubbing up on the random girl and sent it to her.

“Girl. Ain’t dis yo fiancé? 👀”

Jasmine had been feeling sick waiting for him to return home. At first she was going to demand an explanation but then she decided she didn’t care to know.

She wouldn’t be able to stomach it.

“Jas. Hold up. Let me talk.”

“NO! GET OUT. IM DONE. WE’RE DONE. FUCK THIS AND FUCK YOU!”

She stomped upstairs and slammed the door shut, locking herself in the bedroom before letting the tears flow.

Sounds of the front door opening and closing caused a loud sob to echo in the room.

They were done. Officially.

-

Stack went back to his apartment that hadn’t seen him in some time since he was always with Jasmine.

He was upset yeah, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily.

Jasmine was still his woman whether she wanted to admit it or not.

With that thought in mind, he showered and got ready for bed.

-

Two months later and Jasmine was making sure everyone knew that she was single.

She started taking time off of work and was going out with her girls, posting thirst traps for attention and walking around with the skimpiest outfits.

The men wanted her but were too scared to approach her knowing that Stack wasn’t too far behind.

Some couldn’t help but want to take the risk. She just looked too good.

Jasmine is a 5’5, browskin goddess with thick thighs and an even thicker ass. She had her full right sleeve tatted along with both of her hands and was slowly working on her left. Her entire back was covered too and a small ‘Angel’ tattoo, written in scripture, sat on her lower back right in between her dimple piercings.

On her left asscheek she had Elias’s name tatted and further up she had her nipples and both belly piercings.

Her hair, nails, toes and lashes were always done. She’s educated, intelligent, a hard worker and independent when she needs to be.

A kind hearted, extroverted soul that got along with everyone.

She was special in ways you couldn’t describe and that’s why Stack was so obsessed with her.

He knew she was rare and couldn’t replace her even if he tried.

-

“Work been dragging me down lately, I can’t wait to finally get some drinks in my system.” Jasmine complained as she threw herself on Annie’s couch.

Sammie was having his annual summer BBQ tomorrow night. The girls had been planning their looks for months since the whole of Compton was going to be there.

Pearline sat across from her on the love seat and Mary was in the kitchen preparing smoothies.

“Girl I’m saying. You found anything to wear yet?” Pearline asked as she reached for one of the smoothies Mary sat on the coffee table.

“Yup. Ass out. Titties out. Back out. Ready to find me some dick to bounce on.”

Annie, Mary and Pearline glare at Jasmine, already knowing how the night was going to go.

“What?”

“Jas please. You know Stack will skin alive anybody who even looks at you.” Mary gives her a pointed look.

“Fuck that nigga.”

Annie laughs and shakes her head. “Is he still trying to talk to you?”

“Girl yes. He keeps finding ways to text and call me. It doesn’t matter how many times I block him.”

Pearline giggles. “That man will never leave you alone. He still sending you money?”

“Yes!!! I don’t know how! I block his number and still someway somehow I wake up with money in my account.”

The girls laugh as Jasmine rubs her forehead in frustration.

“Well good luck tomorrow. You’re gonna need it.” Mary commented with a giggle.

-

Jasmine laid on her bed after getting home from Annie’s house. After a quick shower and eating dinner, she was finally able to relax.

That was until she heard the front door to her apartment open.

A loud groan escapes her lips as she gets up and heads down the stairs. She already knew who it was.

“What are you doing here?”

Stack stood in the living room, leaning against the doorframe as he trailed his eyes up and down Jasmine’s body. She had on a white tank top with no bra and pink juicy couture panties on with some fluffy hello kitty slippers.

“I came to see my kid Jas. Just cause you claim we’re broken up don’t mean you can keep him from me.”

“What fucking kid Elias???”

“Poncho.”

As soon as the name left his lips, the blonde dachshund ran up to him, licking and clawing at his ankles.

“You’re unbelievable. Get tf out of my house.” She raised her voice a little bit, watching as Stack ignores her and picks up the dog.

“Your house? The one I pay rent in?”

“You’re only paying rent because you and Smoke threatened my landlord into only taking rent money from you and not me! I’m lucky she didn’t fucking kick me out!”

“She knows better than to do some dumb shit like that, unless she wants to burry her kids.” He laughs as he pets Poncho one last time before setting him down and taking a step closer to her.

“Can you get out?” She sighs as she backs up.

Stack smirks, backing her up against the wall. “Say it like you mean it, baby.”

“I do mean it. I want you out and I’m changing the locks.” His fingers reach out to play with the waistband of her underwear and shivers run through her body at his touch.

Jasmine hears a deep humorless chuckle. It was the kind of laugh he did when wasn’t shit funny but he couldn’t help himself.

“Whatever you say baby.” His hands move from her waist to her hips and down to her ass. Rubbing it in circles. “Mmm you so fucking soft.”

Her breath catches in her throat as she tries her hardest to stand firm but the pool forming in her panties were telling a different story.

“Move Elias.” She grabs his hands and moves them. Lightly shoving them back into his space.

“You don’t miss me ?” With a slight tilt of his head, his eyes trail her body once more. His palm suddenly itching to touch her, to bend her over and make her regret ever ending things with him.

“No. Now get out. Please.” Jasmine sounded breathless. Her mind playing reruns of the last time they had sex. How he made her cum eight times in one night. Wringing her body of all its energy.

“Mm. Aight. Keep frontin’ I’ll be here when you ready.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to her neck, then her jaw and lastly her cheek before turning around and walking out.

Jasmine lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. She didn’t know how much longer she could continue to act like she wasn’t craving him. Like she didn’t miss his presence, his kisses, his touch, scent, all of it. She’d crawl to that man if that’s what he wanted but she knew better. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven. Not now at least. She was still hurting.

-

The next day went by in a blur and now Jasmine was getting out of an uber and walking to Sammies backyard. She was fashionably late, walking in with a bottle of patron in one hand and her Louis Vuitton purse in the other.

As soon as she made it to the back, it was like Stack had sensed her. He quickly turned his head toward the entrance and immediately his jaw tightened.

“God dayum.” Sammie whispered as his eyes followed Stacks.

Jasmine walked in wearing a denim open back romper that was a little too short for Stacks liking but that hugged her body tight, her ass spilling out the bottom and her boobs were sitting up and at attention. She had on brown Louis Vuitton kitten heels that matched her purse and her curls spilled down her back, cascading a honey blonde glow.

Her skin was shiny with body oil and glitter and her face was beat to perfection. From her smile you could see the gold grills that sat on her teeth, along with her smiley and snake eyes piercing.

Her lashes were a fresh, wispy cat eye set and her nails were short and French, matching her toes. Her rings, earrings and necklaces were all gold and if you looked down at her feet, her anklet that had her initials on it, was gold as well.

She looked good and she knew it too.

Stack punches Sammie on his arm. “Watch ya mouth.”

“My fault bro, damn.” He rubs his arm in annoyance and Smoke tries his hardest not to laugh.

All eyes were on Jasmine as she walked through the crowd and towards her friends. As soon as they saw her, shots and drinks were being downed left and right.

-

Now tipsy, Jasmine and the girls made their way to where everybody was dancing. ‘Ring Finger’ by Lady Lava started playing and Jasmine lost it.

“AYYY!” She screamed as she whined her waist. She shook her ass as a man got behind her, gripping her like she was his.

Stack narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold, his blood starting to boil.

The man lightly tapped Jasmine’s ass as she continued to dance on him and that was the final straw for Elias.

“Aight” He mumbled as he reached for his gun.

“Ay, you ain’t gotta do that. You ain’t gotta do that.” Sammie stood, trying to hold the brute back. Smoke quickly followed, attempting to take the gun from his brother.

“Relax man. Relax.”

Stack felt his whole body shake in anger as he gripped the gun tightly in his hand.

“Ima go talk to her man. Chill out. Sammie, watch him.”

Sammie gulps as his eyes shift from the woman who was completely oblivious to the massacre she’s about to cause, back to the man who looked like he was 0.2 seconds away from showing just how good he is with a gun.

“Yo. Let me talk to you.” Smoke gripped Jasmine’s arm and pulled her away from the confused and almost dead man.

“Whaaaattt?” She whined in annoyance.

“Let me ask you sum. You tryna be responsible for the reason someone dies tonight?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Jasmine shifted on her legs, her heels slightly digging into her feet. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Stack was about to become real trigger happy.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I don’t know why, we’re not together anymore.”

Smoke sucked his teeth. “You know how he is about you Jas, don’t act like that.”

“I don’t care. He should’ve never-”

“Never what? Cause if you’re insinuating he did anything in Miami, I can tell you right now he didn’t and you know I don’t lie. I don’t care to spare anyone’s feelings.”

Jasmine looked down at her toes, sighing slowly as she turns her head slightly to look at Stack who was currently sat watching her. Leg shaking, gun placed on his lap, hands crossed on his stomach and a blunt hanging loosely in between his lips.

“Now. I actually want to enjoy myself tonight so please don’t make me have to choose my brother’s side and shoot some random nigga. Okay ? Okay.” He walked away from her and Jasmine groaned slightly before doing the walk of shame back to her girls who had gone back to their little section.

“Bitch did you just get scolded by Smoke?” Mary snorted and Annie tried to hide her laugh behind her hand.

“Ha. Ha. So funny. I fucking hate the both of them.” Jasmine poured herself a shot and quickly downed it, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“Aw babe, I’m sure Smoke was just trying to-” Annies words get cut short as Stack walks up to Jasmine. The anger clearly radiating off of his body.

He tapped her shoulder once. “Come on.”

“Why would I go anywhere with you?” Pearline sucked in a breath as she watched the two. She had figured this was going to happen. All the girls did. Stack didn’t care about anything else when it came to Jasmine.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time…” He stepped close enough to where his chest touched her arm. “I said. Come on.”

Jasmine knew she wasn’t going to win this battle, so with another roll of her eyes, she followed after Stack.

-

The two of them sat in Stacks car that was parked behind the house, they were close enough to where they could hear the music but tucked away in the dark where nobody could see them.

Jasmine looked out the tinted window even though she couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black outside.

Stack stared at her.

Neither of them had said a word.

That was until.

“Do I play with you Jasmine?”

Full use of her first name meant that he clearly wasn’t fucking with her. Her stomach dropped as she saw the look on his face.

On one hand she felt like maybe she might’ve pushed him a little too far, she knew that she was doing, she knew he was watching. On the other hand was the picture her friends sent her of him and the girl in Miami.

And that hand, always won.

“Stack please don’t st-”

“Jasmine, do I play with you?”

“We’re fully broken u-”

“Answer my question.”

“I don’t have to ans-”

“Do. I. Fucking. Play. With. You.” Jasmine nervously played with her fingers, he was pissed. His breathing was loud and heavy like he was trying to calm himself down but wasn’t succeeding.

“No.” She replied softly.

“So why tf are you acting like I do?” Her heart beat loudly in her chest. She felt anxious and yet a familiar heat spread through her body. As much as she hates to admit it, she liked seeing him like this.

“What? You mute now?” He leaned in closer to her, so close that she could smell the musk of his cologne. It was intoxicating. She felt dizzy.

It didn’t help that the liquor was kicking in and in full force. She wasn’t drunk.

She was tipsy, which somehow was worse.

“It was just a dance Elias.”

“It could’ve been a fucking handshake for all I care. Nobody and I mean nobody, touches what’s mine like that. You hear me?”

Unfortunately Jasmine had heard him, loud and clear and unfortunately because she was blessed with the gift of hearing, the throbbing in between her legs was getting worse by the second.

“Do you know how close I was to killing that nigga? Hm? You almost got somebody sent home in a bodybag baby.” He teased as he ran the pads of his fingers up and down her exposed thigh.

“I’m not yours anymore. You know this so I don’t know why you’re acting crazy.”

Stack smirks and shakes his head, gently gripping her thigh. “Let’s act like we got some sense Jasmine, okay?”

“You’re fucking insane. I’m sick of this shit.” She went to go open the car door but was pulled back as Stack grabbed her full body and sat her on his lap.

“Chill tf out.”

“Let me go” She tried to off of him but Stack grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, holding them there so that she wouldn’t move.

“You know what I think is so funny Jasmine? Is how you think I don’t know you.” He leaned in placing a kiss to her neck. His warm tongue sticks out of his mouth as he trails it down to her collarbone.

“You sitting here all pretty, tryna act like you sick of my shit. Like you don’t want me.” Stack maneuvers so that he could grip her arms with one hand while the other trailed up her back, slowly.

“But I think you’re forgetting that I know you like the back of my hand baby and I know for a fucking fact that me acting crazy over you got that fat pussy nice and wet for me.”

Jasmine’s breath hitched and a shiver runs down her spine as Stack slowly moves his free hand to wrap around her neck. He pulled her so that their lips were barely touching and a small whimper is heard throughout the car.

Elias slightly chuckles, “Yeah, I know princess. You just want daddy to take care of you.” He bites her bottom lip before letting it go. “Isn’t that right baby?”

Jasmine was loosing it. Her mind foggy from lust. She was horny. So horny she couldn’t think straight, let alone clearly.

“Yes daddy.” She whined.

[sunday-offical]

I love this so much but think of the possibilities if Eddie’s gaydar is totally broken—like the boys are cooking up comically convoluted schemes to try and set Steve and Robin up and Eddie gets in on it because he’s love to see his friends (and the kids) happy.

But, obviously, Steve keeps failing to make a move and the scenarios the kids orchestrate aren’t turning out romantic at all, so they get increasingly more ridiculous until at some point as a result of some glorious miscommunication, Eddie and Steve end up one on one for an extended amount of time.

He’s trying to stall so he can lead Steve to some stupidly obvious candle lit dinner in the middle of the woods, spouting off about Robin this and how “friendship is a great foundation for romantic relationships” and Steve is like “oh yeah” and “mhmm” and at some point Eddie realizes Steve isn’t listening to him and he’s unconsciously lead them to Skull Rock, which is at least a half a mile from where he’s supposed to be and oh no the kids are gonna kill him—

(cont. under the cut)

“Hey, Eds,” Steve says, tipping his head towards the extremely well-known make-out spot that he literally invented— “Skull Rock.”

“Uhhh, yup,” Eddie says, frantically trying to come up with any excuse to turn them around the other way, back toward where they’re supposed to be— “Great hiding spot, man. I actually think I wanna go—“

Eddie is blocked from passing as Steve extends his arm, pressing his palm flat to the stone, and they’re impossibly close now. Stupidly close. Like, if Eddie took one step closer their freaking chests would be touching. Touching! Good god, he can smell the Crest on the guy’s breath—

“Uh, Steve?”

“Why are we at Skull Rock, Eddie??”

Eddie’s heart drops straight out of his ass and plummets through all nine circles of hell.

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Steve’s brows furrow at him while Eddie tries to figure out why he hasn’t moved a muscle. People usually flinch away from him when they get this close—he’s spooky, you know? He’s the scary Satan worshipping drug dealing dungeon master! Not to mention the chemical smell of an at-home perm is really difficult to mask for the first few days and it’s only been a couple since his last one.

“You… didn’t bring me here to make out with me?”

Eddie’s brain goes completely blank.

He blinks at Steve.

Steve’s face pinches into concern at his silence.

Eddie swallows hard.

“Did… did you want to?”

The muscles in Steve’s face all relax, and Jesus Christ he’s unfairly gorgeous this time of day, sun about to set, soft rays of light peaking through the canopy of leaves and painting gold across his already handsome face.

Eddie’s heart re-enters his body all at once, up through his ass and back into chest so it can pound against it. He wants this, of course he wants this, but he hasn’t been stupid enough to think Steve would want it, too.

“Duh,” he answers, reaching forward to push the curls away from his face, fingers catching gently on Eddie’s jaw and damn near bringing him to his knees— “I mean, isn’t that obvious? I’ve been trying to get in your pants for weeks now, dude. Did you seriously not notice?”

Eddie huffs out something like an incredulous laugh— “I.. no. I guess I didn’t.”

Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Are you serious? Eddie, we watched Rocky Horror together and I told you you’d look so hot dressed like Frankenfurter. And I’ve been to every single one of your shows in the last three months even though you know I hate metal! Dude, the other day I told you I had a huge crush on Margot Kidder as a kid and that I thought you looked like her. Not to mention—“

“Okay, I get it, shit!” Eddie interrupts, face growing hot with how exceptionally obvious Steve’s flirting should have been, looking back on it. No fucking wonder it’s been impossible to get him together with Rob—he’s not into her at all!

“Okay, but do you want to?” Steve asks, and what a stupid fucking question that is, “Because I… I mean, I like you, Eddie. I really like you. But if you aren’t into—“

“I do—I mean I—I’m just—I’m so into it, Stevie,” Eddie chokes out. He’s pretty caught up in his disbelief, but he’s not going to let it stop him from taking this opportunity for all it’s worth, “I’m into you.”

“Oh—okay,” Steve says, voice going soft, cheeks going pink, “Cool.”

“Cool,” Eddie echoes.

They stand there for a minute, just staring at each other, until a small, amused smile plays across Steve’s face.

“You should probably kiss me now.”

“Shit, yeah—I mean, yeah.”

The kids are, understandably, livid with him. He doesn’t get Steve anywhere remotely close to where he needs to be in any sort of timely manner. In fact, they don’t show up at all. They lose themselves in kisses and quiet laughter, tumbling out of the woods an hour or so later, climbing into the back of Eddie’s van to pick up where they left off.

Personally, Eddie thinks the kids are more upset that they were forced to come clean to Robin, who only responded by laughing them into next week. They’re just embarrassed, and it’ll wear off eventually.

He and Steve will share the good news once they all stop sulking.

Dustin is complaining that Steve just won’t ask Robin out even though it’s obvious that they’re perfect for each other and Lucas is like, “Maybe she’s just not his type.”

“Excuse you,” Dustin turns on him. “How dare you. Robin is perfect in every way and she’s like, she’s beautiful too.”

“I didn’t say-“

“Maybe he knows that she’s too good for him so he doesn’t bother,” Mike suggests.

“Finally, a person that makes sense,” Dustin says. Lucas rolls his eyes. “He probably does think that because he’s stupid sometimes. The problem is getting him to see that she’s the same kind of loser that he is.”

Eddie and the rest of hellfire that have eyes and know a queer person when they see one are just like, “…I don’t think that is the reason.”

[realeyesblur]

bob floyd having a huge dick and thinking it’s no big deal.

now this is a guy who wore a t-shirt at the beach, he doesn’t need to flaunt his strength or even his looks. he wears the same style of glasses he has for years, only now are they in the ‘slutty fashion’ category.

Bob liked to be tidy, he always wore slacks and a crisp button up to any outing requiring nice wear. he was a respectful guy though so when Hangman requested everybody come to his apartment in pajamas to celebrate his birthday, Bob had relented.

he usually slept in loose jersey shorts and nothing else, too hot for a t-shirt most times of the year. especially that horrible summer when he’d had to buy three fans because his ac broke.

he rocked up in these grey sweatpants that seemed to hang off him enough to fly under the radar for a good few hours. but then they’d all lay down to watch a movie and he’d turned onto his side, forgetting that his bottoms were less supportive of his member in his also fairly loose boxers.

it had been Fanboy who noticed first, he’d then smacked Payback who’d laughed a little too hard and Hangman was clapping his hands after a moment, “Dang, Bobby, you really do have a Baby On Board with that kind of weapon.” his snickering jab led to the rest of the room noticing.

a bulge was hanging over the very top of Bob’s boxers and he was a shower not a grower so he was quite easily showing all eight-point-something inches of him.

Bob had wanted to die. especially when Phoenix smirked. Natasha just fucking smirked, like she knew and she was impressed.

he’d rushed off to the bathroom so he could use his hand to politely reposition himself and maybe rescue his reputation but the damage had been done. everyone knew he had a massive dick now.

every time after that they visited the bar as a group, Bob would smile at a girl and somebody, anybody, would bring up that she could have the ride of her life if she wanted. everybody always scampered away until you. not you. you’d immediately glanced down to Bob’s crotch with zero shame and just shrugged, “I like a challenge.”

he��d never been happier to have such a big dick than when you struggled to ride him that night.

[totallyprentiss]

NSFW, MDNI!

My ‘Freaky Polyglot Emily’ headcanons 💋

Because Emily Prentiss figured out speaking French and Spanish turns you into a horny mess, and now she uses it shamelessly ↓

Look, Emily loves sex. She loves giving, she loves taking, but what she loves most is seeing just how easily she can unravel you with a well-timed whisper in a language you barely understand. And she doesn’t even need to do it constantly – just a line or two dropped at the right moment is enough to leave you weak in the knees (and her smirking like she just won a medal).

She knows what she’s doing, and honestly, that’s half the fun for her lol.

(Before I start, I think we can all agree it’s not necessarily about what she says, but how she says it. With that low, sensual voice… yummy. )

Pre-Sex Seduction (Emily’s favorite thing because she knows exactly how to get what she wants)

Emily is obsessed with the buildup. She gets this little glint in her eye when you’re distracted –cooking dinner, tidying up, completely unaware she’s sneaking up behind you. You feel her warmth first, then her breath against your neck, her lips brushing your ear... Before you can react, she murmurs something soft and devastating in French. And even though you have absolutely no fucking clue what she said, you’d sign your life away on the spot.

Here’s things that I need can imagine her saying:

In French

“Ce soir… je porte quelque chose de spécial rien que pour toi.”

(Tonight… I’m wearing something special just for you.)

“Tu ne sais pas à quel point j’ai besoin de toi.”

(You don’t know how much I need you.)

“Tu es si belle ce soir, mon amour.”

(You look so beautiful tonight, my love.)

“Je me disais… peut-être que toi et moi, on pourrait s’amuser ce soir…”

(I was thinking… maybe you and I could have some fun tonight…)

“Tu as l’air si bien, ma chérie.”

(You look so good, my darling.)

Just hearing her casually call you “mon ange” (my angel)— or when she’s in a silly mood, “mon chaton” (my kitten) is enough to leave you blushing furiously and Emily laughing softly – that gorgeous dimple of hers appearing because you still have no idea what she just said but you’d still nod and say yes anyway. (Even though it wasn’t a question)

In Spanish

“Esta noche… voy a necesitar tus manos por todas partes. Y esa boca tan bonita, también.”

(Tonight… I’m going to need your hands everywhere. And that pretty mouth of yours, too.)

“Mírate… qué preciosa estás ahora.”

(Look at you… how gorgeous you are right now.)

“Hoy no pienso dormir. Tú tampoco.”

(I don’t plan on sleeping tonight. Neither do you.)

Bonus soft phrases she’d drop casually just to fluster you:

“Estás tan jodidamente sexy…”

(You look so incredibly sexy…)

“Eres mi todo.”

(You’re my everything.)

And when you inevitably beg for translations, Emily just laughs, shaking her head, clearly delighted at your helpless blush. Again, she knows exactly what she’s doing!!

During Sex (When She Loses Patience)

Emily loves teasing, sure, but she completely falls apart when you make her wait. She starts so smug, whispering French softly between kisses, but the longer you tease her… the more desperate she gets. Suddenly, it’s all breathless Spanish, pleading because her patience is absolutely GONE!!:

“Por favor... Necesito tus dedos dentro de mí... ahora....”

(Please… I need your fingers inside me… now)

“Más fuerte… no soy de cristal…”

(Harder… I’m not made of glass…)

“Joder… sí… así… justo así…”

(Fuck… yes… like that… just like that…)

“Ni se te ocurra parar…”

(Don’t even think about stopping…)

“Me encanta cómo se siente tu boca en mí…”

(I love how your mouth feels on me…)

When she completely unravels, her brain can’t even pick a lane, slipping between French and English:

“Mon amour… continue…”

(My love… keep going…)

“No te atrevas…”

(Don’t you dare)

And now on those nights when Emily’s slightly more dominant…

To me, she’s a bratty bottom most days, loving it when you use her body for your pleasure. But sometimes, Emily surprises you – taking the reins, guiding you gently yet firmly. It’s rare, but God, it’s so fucking hot:

“Ponte de rodillas para mí, preciosa.”

(Get on your knees for me, gorgeous.)

“Menos hablar… más lengua…”

(Less talking… more tongue…)

“Mírate… te ves increíble…”

(Look at you… you look incredible) she whispers, holding your hair tightly, arching your back like a fucking cat.

“Voy a follarte tan rico esta noche que me vas a sentir durante días.”

(I’m going to fuck you so good tonight you’ll feel me for days.)

That’s all for now… Gracias por leer, cariño 💋

Disclaimer: I’m definitely not a pro in Spanish or French!! I grew up with a Spanish friend, so I picked up a little, and I had French in high school… but you can imagine these weren’t exactly the kinds of conversations we had LMAO. If there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know! xoxo

[screaminglygay]

Can I request Boss! Agatha Harkness x employee! Reader? Agatha is secretly crushing on Reader because of course she can’t express her feelings easily, and when Reader compliments one of Reader’s co workers on the work, Agatha feels a surge of jealousy, realizing that Reader’s compliments aren’t unique to her

Compliment

word count: 1.4k

warnings: boss/employee dynamic, jealousy, agatha being accidentally mean, hint of power shift

an: posting first extra fic! thank you so much to the lovely anon who sent in this request! I hope this fic hits what you were hoping for, feel free to come back anytime with more ideas!:)

Agatha Harkness does not do soft.

Not in the workplace. Not with people. And certainly not with you.

She’s sharp edges wrapped in smoky perfume and designer heels, known for giving praise like it’s a rationed resource. That’s why, when you first started at the firm, the fact that she even remembered your name felt like a promotion.

Now? Now she remembers what kind of coffee you like. What days you stay late. How your voice dips slightly when you’re tired. She remembers the way you looked at her once during a meeting, like maybe, just maybe, you didn’t find her intimidating.

That one stuck.

Not that she’d ever tell you.

No, instead she watches from behind tinted glass, arms folded, pretending not to care as she sees you lean against your coworker’s desk. You’re smiling. Laughing. And then- oh. You’re complimenting them.

"You really nailed the presentation," you say. "Seriously, those points you made? So good. I wouldn’t have thought of that."

Agatha watches it happen like she’s watching someone siphon her magic. Slowly. Quietly.

She shouldn’t care. She tells herself that a lot.

But the compliment stings like it was meant for her. Like she’d been waiting for it, unknowingly and someone else got to it first.

Pathetic, she thinks.

Still when you knock on her door ten minutes later, she almost pretends not to see you.

Almost.

"Got a minute?" you ask, standing in the doorway with that hopeful smile that messes with her resolve.

Her voice is clipped, "barely."

You step inside anyway, of course you do, like you own her airspace.

You sit across from her desk and start talking through a project update, but she barely hears it. All she hears is the echo of your compliment in someone else’s direction.

"So," she says, cutting in mid-sentence, "you’re full of compliments today."

You blink, "sorry?"

"That was quite the little praise session I overheard earlier," she adds, tone light, but eyes… not.

"Oh- yeah," you say, a bit confused, "well, it was really good work."

"Of course," Agatha replies, tilting her head. The smile on her lips doesn’t reach her eyes, "though, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spend half your morning socializing."

You blink, unsure if you just got scolded or not, "I wasn’t- I mean we were talking about the project."

"Were you?" she hums, turning her chair slightly toward the window. "Because from where I sit, it looked like a little fan club meeting. Very cozy."

Something tightens in your chest, "so I’m… not supposed to support the team now?"

Agatha exhales like your question personally offends her, "I need this team to function. I need them efficient, focused, and sharp, not chasing compliments like dogs waiting for treats."

You stare at her, heart beating faster, "that’s not what I was doing."

"I don’t care what you meant," she snaps, eyes finally locking onto yours, too sharp. "I expect results. I don’t care if something is okay. Or good. Or even great. If it’s not perfect, it’s a problem."

You flinch slightly, but you don’t back down, "then why are you saying this to me and not to Riley?"

Agatha’s silence is immediate and razor-edged. For a second, you think she might actually laugh. But instead, she rises slowly from her chair and walks around the desk, heels clicking like punctuation. She stops just in front of you, arms folded.

"I assumed," she says, voice lower now, almost soft, "that you of all people wouldn’t need to be reminded what I expect."

"Because I complimented someone's work?" you ask, incredulous, "because I said one nice thing?"

"No," she bites out, "because I thought you had better judgment."

You open your mouth, then shut it again. You can feel the tension thick in the room, coiling between you. And then it hits you...

This isn’t about the presentation.

It never was.

Your voice is quieter when you ask, but you have to, "you don’t mind when I compliment you, though."

Something flickers in her expression. Too fast to name.

She rolls her shoulders, "don’t be ridiculous."

"I’m not," you stand now too. You’ve had enough of being talked down to. "You didn’t care when I told you I liked your blazer last week. Or that your new haircut suits you. That was fine."

Agatha narrows her eyes, "that’s different."

"Why?"

"Because-" she cuts herself off, her jaw tightens, "because that’s not the same."

You tilt your head, "because it was from me? Or because you liked it?"

She doesn't respond.

But that silence speaks loud.

You let it hang there. Let her stew in it.

She finally looks away first, "… you can go," she says stiffly, stepping back toward her desk like nothing happened.

You shake your head, exhaling a humorless laugh, "you don’t actually want perfection, Agatha. You just want to be the only one I look at."

You leave before she can deny it, because you’re not sure you want to hear the lie.

The next day the energy in the office is weird. You’re not sure if anyone else notices, but you do. The air is tighter. The lights feel too sharp. You hear Agatha’s heels once across the floor and immediately tense like you’ve been caught doing something wrong.

You haven’t spoken since yesterday. Since you walked out of her office with her silence echoing behind you louder than any scream.

You’ve barely looked at her since then.

But she has.

You can feel it.

When you’re pouring your coffee. When you’re reviewing edits at your desk. When you’re laughing too loudly at something someone other than Agatha said, her gaze is a physical weight, that you can´t shake away.

But she says nothing. Not until you find a note on your desk with nothing but, "My office. Five minutes."

You roll your eyes, but you go. Of course you go.

She’s waiting there like she didn’t just emotionally corner you yesterday. Arms folded, hip resting on the table, her face pulled into a mask of indifference. But her fingers are twitching slightly. You notice.

"Shutting the door?" she asks without looking up.

"Planning to throw a stapler at me?"

Her lips twitch. Almost a smile. Then it dies. She finally meets your gaze, "about yesterday."

You shrug, "don’t worry, message received. I’ll keep my thoughts to myself next time someone does something worth noticing."

Agatha exhales slowly, like she’s trying not to snap again, "that’s not- what I said wasn’t what I meant."

"Oh, so the part where you humiliated me over basic human decency was just miscommunication?" You´re not sure where this is coming from, but you are kinda proud for sticking up for yourself.

Her eyes flash, and there’s that sharpness again, but underneath it, there’s guilt. You see it now. She’s just not used to wearing it.

"You’re not just another employee," she says suddenly, like it bursts out before she can cage it.

You go still, “what?"

Agatha bites the inside of her cheek, like it physically pains her to continue, "I’m… not good at this. At people. I don’t care about most of them. I don’t make time for conversations I don’t need. I don’t care if someone’s feelings are hurt by a blunt evaluation... unless it’s you."

You open your mouth, but she keeps going.

"When I see you with them, laughing, smiling like that, saying the kind of things I thought you only ever said to me..." Her voice breaks off. She shakes her head. "It’s stupid. I know. I just-"

"Wanted to be the only one," you finish, voice soft.

She nods.

"You know that’s kinda not fair, right?"

"I know," she says quietly. "But it doesn’t stop it from being true."

A long silence stretches between you. The cold tension finally softening, but not quite warm yet.

You sigh, walking slowly toward the table, "you don’t get to treat me like crap just because you’re scared of wanting me."

Agatha stiffens, but doesn’t deny it.

Your voice softens, "you don’t need to be perfect either, you know."

She looks up at you. Tired. Unmasked.

"I don’t know how to want someone quietly," she says. "And I didn’t want to ruin anything by wanting too much."

Your heart thuds painfully, "… then maybe stop pretending like you don’t."

She swallows, "and if I already did?"

You don’t answer. You just step closer. Let your fingers brush the edge of hers on the table.

"I guess we find out if I wanted you back."

The pause after that is unbearable, "I really hope you do," she says after that.

You smile, "well, you’ve still got a lot of compliments to earn."

"Good," she says, almost a whisper, "I like a challenge."

And just like that, the roles of boss and employee quietly shifted, if only for a moment and neither of you seemed to mind one bit.

Thank you for reading!

[elmushterri]

What do you think of K-pop Demon Hunters? I think you already posted about it on insta but I don't remember what you said lol!

Loved it! Only—

Spoilers for Kpop Demon Hunters ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

They could’ve ENTIRELY cut the scam doctor scene— why’d they even hire the famous Daniel Dae-Kim for the one-off doctor? 😭 and it wasn’t even a ‘the girls properly interact’ scene.

I wanted less Jinu and Rumi, more of the girls. Unfortunately, Jinu wasn’t developed enough for me to root for their romance. A lot of people seem to be lingering on “Ohhh my gosh, Rumi should be mourning Jinu, how could she move on, I hope Jinu’s still alive!-“, I personally don’t understand. He’s a very pretty boy but almost… too pretty for me? Cookie-cutter pretty boy. Do I think Rumi should mourn him?? Not really… they knew each other for what, a couple months if not just weeks? If not, they probably met even less. People argue Rumi should love him due to the whole “he’s the only person who understands”? He’s a demon, fully, not half like her. What of every other demon? Not conventionally attractive for everyone to ship Rumi and them? It could’ve been any demon. I’d get the “only one who understands” bit if he were another half demon.

Also, no he’s not! People act as though Rumi will never have another person to rely on like him— excuse me? 😭😭😭 She shared her trouble with the girls, that’s the whole point! They’re each other’s support system now that they’re open. Does she need another demon to rely on specifically?

But those are questions for Rujinu fans, not the movie itself 😅. Plus I enjoy the idea of Polytrix, but theres not exactly much evidence of that either.

I wiiiish the other girls had more screen-time. I’m glad this was a movie because it wouldn’t have gotten as much traction as a show (people wouldn’t want to commit if they didn’t know it was good), but I hope it gets a series, or more of anything! Oh and I wish they let their hair down, it’s kinda awkward seeing them in pyjamas with full hairdos, mainly Rumi due to the insane braid.

The songs were incredible, my favourites are How It’s Done and What It Sounds Like.

About Celine, I know people are treating her as a villain. She’s done a lot of wrong, but I don’t think she had villainous intentions. She’s more like an Abuela figure (Encanto). Or even Pearl from Steven Universe (doomed Celine pining over Rumi’s Mom, anyone?)

The Saja Boys— I think they’re purposefully kinda… ugly? Like they’re supposed to be so pretty it goes back around the other way? 😭 I cannot fathom how they’ve grown an IRL fanbase when they are all literally KPOP stereotypes. Like wdym people are genuinely shipping ZoeyXMystery? The joke ship?? 😭😭 y’all he has NO lines! What character are you extrapolating from him? 😭😭

Love the tiger and bird. So cute.

Oh also, people saying that anyone ever turned the Honmoon golden?? Y’all it’s never happened before. The first generation created the Honmoon, and Huntrix made a new one. I don’t believe the Golden Honmoon could ever happen, it’s just been hoped for and speculated about.

If I didn’t mention anything else, I probably loved it! Terrrific movie.

[lovetrouble123]

You’re An Idea, I Don’t Need You. But I Want You So Bad.

Synopsis: How would Damian know if he’s in love or not?

TW: n/a

A/N: I got carried away with this one. You listen to Catch by Chloe Moriondo once and it’s all down hill from there🫡

Masterlist

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The courtyard bushes were not the most comfortable spot to hide in, but for the current mission, it was needed…apparently.

Damian crouched behind the large lush bushes located in the center of Gotham Academy with his…acquaintance, Y/N, beside him. He didn’t hate his father, far from it. In fact, he respected his father as long as he respected him too. But for the life of him, he didn’t understand why his father insisted he attend school.

He never attended school when he lived with his mother. Sure he got the basics, and learned like any other child, but every math question or article of information was somehow related to his training as an assassin. Who the hell would need to know about stupid triangles?

“This is idiotic,” Damian stated. “And a waste of time.”

“I don’t think so,” Y/N mused beside him as she peaked over the bushes as well.

“We could be using this time to study, and instead you want to sit here and look at some useless nobody who will probably end up working at some pointless job working 9-5 with minimum wage in a few years,” Damian bluntly said.

“Damian,” Y/N turned her head to look at the black haired boy beside her. “This is exactly why you have no friends.”

Damian gave the girl an unamused look. “I don’t need friends. Especially people from this wretched academy.”

“We’re not friends?” Y/N asked, a small frown tugging on her lips.

Damian couldn’t help but mirror her expression, though his was out of distaste and annoyance. Y/N was definitely different from the other students at this school, and the first to ignore his pleads of wanting to be left alone.

He could remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was the very first day of the new school year. Y/N found Damian sitting alone in the library reading during the lunch period and she sat down beside him, and offered her lunch. He ignored her. But she kept poking and prodding him to the point he threatened to kill her…she only laughed and shoved her pretzels toward him.

The next he skipped the library and opted for the courtyard, but she seemed to find him again.

It took all week before Damian finally got tired of her presence and went to beat her up, but luckily for her, one of the teachers had been watching from afar. Not wanting to get in trouble with his father (and most likely be suspended from playing Robin for a little while), he let her go and walked off. But like a puppy, she followed and told him that she wanted to be friends.

They weren’t friends. They were simply acquaintances.

“I’d hardly call our dynamic a ‘friendship.’ More like a master and an annoying servant,” Damian corrected.

Y/N laughed at his correction. “Master and servant, really?”

He nodded, “yes. You’re constantly following me around, you constantly try and make my business your own, you do whatever I say…sounds like a servant to me.”

“I think that’s called being your friend,” Y/N replied.

Damian looked away from the girl and back toward the other students in the courtyard. “We are not friends. I simply tolerate your presence and nothing more. Don’t read into it.” His green eyes focused on one of the boys in the distance, one of the countless popular boys at Gotham Academy. “Shouldn’t you be spying on that degenerate?”

“I can multitask,” Y/N sassed as she turned back to watch the boy. He was surrounded by his friends—the popular kids. “You know, it’s surprising to me that you’re not one of the popular kids, Damian.” Y/N admits, “your father is the richest man in town.”

“I do not care if my father is rich, or if I am his son.” Damian scoffed as his nose wrinkled in slight disgust. “Popularity is pathetic. It’s just a way to distinguish those who need more validation and a need to fit in, from those who couldn’t care less. It’s just a tool, and you’re falling into that trap by having a crush on that idiot Gavin.”

Y/N let out a small scoff, “Gavin is not an idiot!”

Damian looked back at Y/N, “you’re kidding me, right? Have you ever heard him speak before? He has to be the most dimwitted human I’ve ever met, and I’ve had the displeasure of being around my ‘brothers.’ He’s obnoxious, arrogant, lacks brain cells, doesn’t have the capability to understand basic concepts, he cheats on girls all the time,” Damian continued to list Gavin’s bad qualities. But he wasn’t sure why exactly. It had to be because he wanted to prove to Y/N that their crush on Gavin was illogical. “Your taste in men is repulsive.”

“And since when did you become an expert on relationships and crushes?” Y/N asked, her eyes still focused on Gavin. “Last I checked, you haven’t had a crush on anyone.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed at her comment. “As if I would want to feel emotions as disgusting and as repulsive as ‘love’ or whatever you want to call it. I have no desire in romance.” That was how he was raised though, emotions were nothing more than a nuisance. A weakness. “People who feel those emotions are idiotic. What good does it do to swoon over somebody? It’s absolutely pointless.”

A part of Damian wasn’t sure if he believed in the idea of romance or even ‘love.’ It was a concept foreign to him, and a concept that only ended in disaster as he witnessed from his mother and father. A one sided love story, and every other night, his father would bring around a new woman. Did he hate the idea because of that, or did he hate the idea because it was droned into his head that emotions were dumb?

“I don’t think so,” Y/N admits as she tears her eyes away from Gavin and back at Damian. “I think romance is beautiful.”

“Then you’re more foolish than I originally thought.” Damian said.

Of course she believed in romance and love, every kid their age seemed to. The girls were constantly chasing after the boys, and the boys were constantly chasing after the girls. Except for Damian.

“Love is always going to end in disaster. The universe sets us up for failure.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, “but how would you know if you’ve never experienced it?”

Damian raised a brow, “and what exactly does one ‘experience?’ Please explain this ‘phenomenon’ to me.” He was being sarcastic. In fact, he didn’t want her to explain anything. He didn’t care…so why did he ask anyway?

Y/N softly smiled as she looked down at her lap, almost like she was embarrassed to reply. But she did so anyway. “Love is…complicated, but it can also be beautiful. In my experience, love is two sides of the same coin…almost like a comedy mask—happy and tragic.” She explained, “being in love is the best but most terrifying feeling in the world. ‘What if I mess up? What if I say something dumb and my crush is suddenly judging me for it?’ But in the end, it’s worth it.”

She gave a small nod as she looked back up at Damian, “you know you’re in love when your heart skips a beat when you’re around them. When they make you happy, and the only thing you want to do is see them smile and make them happy. You want to spend every waking moment with them, and you can’t stand to see them upset…and you get jealous when they don’t look your way, and—s-sorry, I started rambling.”

He silently stared at her and took in her words.

Why did it sound…appealing? And why did it make his stomach feel weird like he was sick?

He mentally shook his head to dismiss the thoughts.

No.

Emotions, affection, love—it was all a weakness. He didn’t have time for trivial things like that when he had missions, when he played the role of Robin at night.

Finally, Damian replied. “You’re a fool. That’s the mindset of someone who watches too many cheesy romance movies and reads too many romance novels. Romance is a fabricated idea to lure you into a false sense of security, only to break you in the end.”

“Then I don’t mind being broken.” Y/N firmly said, her eyes staring into Damian’s green ones.

He wanted to act surprised by her claim, but he couldn’t be. He wanted to tell her she was stupid and dumb, call her out on her immaturity…but there was something about her determination that made his heart flutter some.

What was Y/N doing to him, and why did he feel this way?

A part of him wondered if she was using some type of psychology on him…maybe gaslighting and manipulating him into thinking he was feeling—ugh—romance. But Y/N wasn’t smart enough for that. She was just an ordinary girl attending Gotham Academy who strongly believed in romance.

“Any of your romances are going to end in disaster,” Damian warned. “And Gavin is surely to break your heart. Is that what you want?”

“You’re so pessimistic, Damian.” Y/N huffed in annoyance, “can’t you just hear me out for once?”

He wanted to deny it, but he had heard her out, so much so that he was beginning to believe that he did have a crush on the girl sitting beside him. But it was impossible right? He was a trained assassin, even if he didn’t kill anymore while in his father’s care.

He rolled his eyes, “aren’t you going to go and bother Gavin?” He changed the subject, desperately wanting to draw the attention away from himself and to Gavin.

“You know what?” Y/N stood up and brushed her uniform skirt off, “just to spite you, I’m going to go over there and ask him out.”

As she walked off, Damian suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She stumbled and fell back onto the plush green grass.

“Damian?” Y/N softly asked, her voice weary. “What are you doing?”

Wait, what was he doing? Why did he pull her back down, and why did he feel so…what’s the word? …jealous?

He let go of her wrist, “I just…I don’t think it would be wise for you to ask him out, or even interact with him.”

“What, why not?”

Because I don’t want you too, Damian thought to himself.

He felt disgusted with himself. How dare he Damian Al Ghul Wayne have—ugh—romantic feelings for such an immature and naive girl? Further more, how long has he been unknowingly pinning for her?

“He’s most likely only going to agree to befriend you or even ‘date’ you to get to me.” Damian suggested. “My father is the richest man in Gotham like you said…it’s the only logical explanation.”

“Right,” Y/N slowly said. “But Gavin’s never shown interest in you before so I doubt that’s true.”

“And you’d be right. He’s never shown interest in me, but my last name carries a weight with it. Everyone wants my fathers approval, to be in his good graces,” Damian explains. “If you and him go out, there’s no denying that he would try and befriend me, and then break your heart because I won’t introduce him to my father. You’d just be another name on a long list.”

“I,” she hesitated. “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Damian remarked. But then he saw the frown on her lips and—why was he suddenly feeling bad? He never once felt bad for insulting someone, or even pointing out that he was better than whoever. But now, he felt like he had miss stepped…said something he shouldn’t have.

“If you want to be broken after a romance…find someone who’s worth it.”

[mojifushiguro]

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"you ain't enough for me..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: language, betrayal, angst.

part 10. this is part 9. next part here.

the day after that, everything was a blur.

the week after that, you went back to your old ways.

cutting off your friends, again, not bothering to hear anything from them or listen to them telling you everything was gonna be 'okay'.

you weren't drinking, you didn't have the motivation for it.

as punishment for yourself, you decided not to drown in liquor and drown in your thoughts instead, because you could only blame yourself for what went down between you and eren, and him and armin.

even though it wasn't the best thing to do, thats what you chose.

because what decisions of yours have ever ended up being harmless or safe anyways?

you chewed your cheek, balled up in the middle of your bed, knees tucked to your chest as you laid on your side, staring mindlessly at your tv.

you'd been in that same position since eren left.

not really, but after forcing yourself to shower and eat the little food you did, thats what you'd do right after.

you wondered what he was doing right now.

probably with another girl. telling her about how you cheated, and her consoling him– if he's even upset, telling him she'd never treat him the way you did.

and she's probably right.

or with ony and jean, talking shit about you and armin.

maybe how you're lowdown and they're never gonna talk to the two of you again.

how you probably truly loved armin and never loved eren.

whatever.

no matter how long you sulked in the same spot, even in the shower, and at the dining table alone, you couldn't cry.

it was like you were numb.

all because of you, and armin's horrible decisions as a friend and girlfriend.

well, ex-girlfriend.

you're eren's ex-girlfriend.

you never thought in a million years it'd come to this point, but nothing lasts forever, right?

you're still so young, there's no way in hell you thought you and eren would last this long at the rate of your relationship.

you really wondered what he was doing right now.

eren stared at armin, leaning against his front door as armin stared back at him.

no words were shared. yet.

eren huffed, head slightly tilted back against the door as he waited for armin to say something.

armin chewed his cheek. "what." it was more of an annoyed saying instead of a question.

eren looked down at the hardwood floors. "what–" he reached to pinch the bridge of his nose, rubbing it softly before closing his eyes and sighing. "whats the point of all this? revenge, hate, what? like really."

his expression didn't show any negative emotion as armin's did, it was more genuine, questioning.

armin shrugged, his eyes leaving erens for a second.

eren tilt his head a little, glancing to the side and shaking his head. "you..." he tried to gather his words. "why you do some shit like that?" he squint.

armin stayed silent, eyes resting on the floor.

erens brows raised. "now you aint got shit to say?"

armin toot his lips up, finally looking at eren. he shrugged, shaking his head. "i told you all you wanted to hear, what you want me to say?"

erens brows furrowed for a split second, before shifting on his feet, hands still in his pockets. "but why, armin? i woulda..." he paused.

"i woulda never did no shit like that to you."

armins heart ached at erens words, exhaling and looking to the right. he honestly couldn't face him.

he then shook his head. "you knew i wanted her, ion know why you actin like its some big surprise that i still do." he shrugged, turning his attention back to eren.

eren made sure to stay quiet, listening to the words armin said.

but as he spoke,

"i wanted y/n before you even chose to get wit her."

eren could only think one thing,

"you just happened to start liking her for real and thats when the relationship got stronger, but every fuckin time, you knew she was all i wanted in my life."

he cant be serious.

eren took one hand out of his pocket to point at armin.

"you fucked my girlfriend and you cryin' bout some shit that happened two years ago?" eren squint. "armin, you act like i just snatched her from you, but you never even told her you liked her. i liked her just like you, and a year and a half later you do some shit like this?"

armin just stared, no sense of sympathy for eren, or you.

or whats what he thought it looked like.

eren then rested his body, softening his eyes and leaning back against the front door.

"and im yo best friend." he muttered. "and you cant even apologize for the shit."

there was a long silence that filled the house.

armins pride was a big thing.

and it was a tough pill to swallow.

he never apologized for anything he did.

and the way him and erens friendship worked, whatever problems they had, since children, they would never address it. only go back to being cool like nothing ever happened.

but right now, thats not what eren cared about.

an apology isnt even what he wanted to hear.

he wanted armin to say it wasnt your fault. that he initiated the whole thing and you only followed out of pain that eren caused, and not because you actually wanted to.

and not because you loved armin.

but armin didn't budge.

he didn't reassure eren with any words about you.

"no." was all he said.

erens heart panged, something he never felt before.

not since that day you blocked him.

or since those days you ignored him.

but this felt worse.

the betrayal, not only from you, but his own best friend.

and he tried to hide the feeling when armin said what he said in ony's basement, but now it was all coming back to him.

he gave armin an odd stare.

a stare with a mix of sadness and disbelief.

"oh." he said, almost under his breath, taking his eyes off of armin and looking down at the floor as he turned towards the front door. "you can have her then."

and as much as he wanted to reach out, defend your name, tell eren it wasn't your fault, he couldn't. because he wanted you to himself, and he loved you more than eren did.

at least thats what he thinks.

or thats what he wants to think.

or thats what he wished.

he wished he loved you more than eren did.

he wished you loved him.

thats why when he heard his front door shut, and stopped zoning out, he swallowed, turning and walking towards his couch.

when he sat down, he pulled out his phone.

he was hesitant, finger hovering over your contact as he went through all of them.

he was probably blocked.

his number was probably deleted.

but it was worth the try.

he pressed the 'call' button and held the phone to his ear.

it rung for a few seconds.

and a few more seconds.

...

no answer.

he decided to try it again, huffing at the failed first attempt.

he held the phone to his ear again, hoping that the ringing would stop and he'd be able to hear your voice.

you stared at your phone, using almost all of your strength to sit up and move towards the end of the bed.

your eyes were low and lazy, like you were on the verge of falling asleep.

you hesitated to pick up the phone, but you did.

when you answered, you weakly held the phone to your ear, and armins eyes widened.

he heard a faint shuffle on the other end, but no words.

he took the phone from his ear, making sure you actually answered. and it was no mistake, you did.

he held the phone back to his ear, parting his lips to speak, but he didn't quite know what to say.

his heart raced.

"can you... come over?"

there was a long silence.

a very long silence.

you hung up.

you tossed your phone to the nightstand, standing up and dragging yourself to the bathroom to grab a jacket.

fuck, what were you thinking?

you slipped on the shoes that had been sitting by your door for that whole week.

you grabbed your keys, fixing your jacket on you and heading out of your room and towards your front door.

honestly, you weren't concious of the things you were doing right now.

its like you were on autopilot.

the drive where was quiet.

as always.

and when you parked outside of his house, just by the sidewalk, you finally caught yourself.

not that it helped, but it helped you focus on the things you were doing.

you got out of your car, locking it as you walked through his grass, hands in the pockets of your jacket.

you weren't rethinking your decisions this time though, like every other time you saw armin. because whats the worst that could happen? eren finding out about you and armin meeting?

and breaking up with you?

you knocked on the door, waiting for a few seconds before actually getting an answer.

and to armins surprise, there you were, standing at his door.

his brows were raised.

yours stayed like they've been for the past week.

he stammered, trying to find the words to say to you, but before he could even get them out, you walk past him, and straight to the living room.

he stands there for a second, stunned, but eventually closes the door and follows in your tracks.

he sat on the couch parallel to you, being sure to give you space.

you stared at him, waiting for something.

just like eren did.

and thats what he hated. he hated how much you two were similar to each other. why couldnt you be similar to him?

"i..." he started, but it seemed like his words were trapped in his throat.

you shifted on the couch, seemingly getting impatient with him.

thats what it looked to him at least.

"he broke up wit you?" armin questioned.

you stared at him with that same bored expression you gave him at the front door.

"what you think?" you tilt your head, slumping over a little.

armin looked away, your gaze burning far too much for his liking.

because thats all he cared about, his liking. what he wanted, and how he wanted things to constantly go his way. complete disregard for anyone elses feelings.

"im–" he paused. "im..."

you quirked a brow.

"...sorry." he looked at you. "about what happened."

you shifted on the couch again, blinking at armin.

because theres no way in hell...

"at ony's house, and about the break up."

...he was serious.

"its just that, i wanted you way before eren. and he took you before i could get you." he continued to mumble on. his words were barely understandable, but you didn't give a damn about the understanding.

or the mumbling.

or the stuttering or the stammering or the half-assed apology he threw your way.

you leaned up.

"armin."

"i felt like he knew what he was doing, and i actually like you, y/n."

"armin."

"and i dont think he actually likes you... sometimes."

"armin, i don't give a fuck."

that caught his attention.

he swallowed, eyes wide and connected with your low, unforgiving ones.

"wh..." he breathed out. "what?"

you moved to the edge of the couch a little.

"i dont give a fuck about nothing you two had going on before we got together." you shook your head, tone stern and honest. "i dont care about the way you feel about shit. because if you actually loved me, you would let me be with who i wanna be with."

thats when he went completely silent.

"the chance i took to stop talking to you was the chance i had to finally get back right with my boyfriend, and you, you come along and fuck it up because of the sheer fact he 'stole' me from you two fucking years ago." you squint, eyes full of disgust.

this was the most you'd talked in a whole week, and you were gonna use it to your advantage, definitely.

because theres no way in hell you were gonna feel sympathy for him when he felt none for you.

none but from when he was going on about how you should end things with eren, and how he could treat you better.

all that– was bullshit now.

everything armin ever told you, any way hes touched you, kissed you, etcetera, all that shit was down the drain.

and you knew you couldn't completely blame armin.

because its not entirely his fault.

"and i know i cant completely blame you, cus its not entirely your fault. yeah, i listened to the shit you said, but you know what? you were completely right."

you slowly nodded.

"you were right when you said i was using you. thats exactly what i was doing."

he stiffened.

"i dont want you, armin." you shook your head, wiping your nose. "i never wanted you. you were just medicine to the ache in my head caused by eren."

armins eyes lingered on you, though you couldnt read them, because you were too focused on thinking back on the moments that happened between you and eren, and you and armin.

"and it worked." you admitted. "it worked, because for a while, i actually liked you." you turned your attention from the carpet to armin.

"but y'know what i realized?" you tilt your head to him.

armin didn't respond. it was like he was frozen, scared to ask what it was that you realized.

but he soon realized he didn't have a choice, because you told him anyways.

"all those times i went to you, i was drunk out of my fuckin mind. and the one time i wasn't, was when i thought he cheated." you said in a softer tone.

armins eyes twitched, like he wanted to blink, but he couldn't.

"and that time, i wasn't thinking straight. but the times i was actually thinking straight, were the times i had with eren." you looked down at your thighs, taking your hands out of your jacket pockets and fidgeting with them.

you then shook your head, your visison getting blurry.

"and i thought the last good moment we had together would last."

you swallowed a small sob that threatened to leave your aching throat.

a small, miserable smile forming on your shakey lips.

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

"but you ruined it." your smile slowly faded, and when you blinked, a tear dropped down to your thigh.

a tear that armin saw.

"all because of some crush you had on me two fuckin years ago."

when you finally looked up at him, you couldn't quite tell what expression he was showing, because of your blurry vision.

you then shook your head, standing up.

"i don't love you, armin." you muttered, making your way towards the door.

and there it was.

the same feeling eren felt, it shot to armin.

he hadn't felt that feeling, not even when you told him you hated him.

because he didn't care about those words. he didn't think you meant them.

armin knew you didn't love him.

but hearing it from you pained him more than anything else you'd ever said.

even when you lied like you did.

truth is, armin didn't think you two could actually have something serious when you said those words to him.

he knew your relationship wasn't going anywhere the day you left his house to go back to eren.

but hes so selfish, he disregards how he feels.

disregards how you and eren feels.

because his pride was his best friend.

and their friendship was tighter than any friendship him and eren had.

[thebirdandthebee]

Uber Black | Jack Abbott

Author's Note: Idk what I'm doing in this fandom - binged The Pitt last week and I can't stop thinking about Abbott and Dr. Robby. Taking request for these two!

Summary: Mrs. Abbott swings by to check in with her husband.

Rating: PG

From: Jack Now’s a good time, come over

You grinned as you read the text, tucking your phone into your belt bag you had slung across your body and over one shoulder with an iced coffee in one hand a half-empty sweetened matcha in the other. You were already your way, anyway, though you knew he wouldn’t like that you’d walked there instead of driving or taking a car.

To: Jack Want me to come through the ambulance bay or intake lobby? You text back, airpods in each ear as you waved at Antoine who was taking a pull of his cigarette.

“Hi ‘toine!” You smiled, pulling your sunglasses up to the top of your head, pushing your hair back in the process. You pulled your airpods out, tucking them into your belt bag.

“Always a pleasure to see you, Mrs. Abbott,” Antoine greeted, stubbing out his cigarette.

“Hi gorgeous,” Dana greeted as you entered. “How are we doing this beautiful day?” She asked.

“I’m doing good, thanks Dana,” you smiled back, letting her give you a quick hug. “You seen my husband anywhere? He asked me to drop by and I brought him a pick-me-up.”

“Did you walk here?” Dana asked. “It’s barely five in the morning.” She pointed out.

“The baristas at Dark Roast are so kind to let me be the first in line,” you gave her a non-answer as you held up the two drinks.

“Hi Mrs. Abbott,” you looked over to give a warm smile to one of the night-shift nurses. “I just saw Dr. Abbott, he’s in 12,” she pointed out. You gave her a kind nod before turning that way, feeling Dana’s eyes – and smirk – following you.

You gently knocked on the glass door, poking your head into the exam room to see your husband looking at his phone.

“Hi there,” you smiled, glad to see his handsome face.

“For me?” He asked, “who even made you a coffee this early?” He followed up, stepping into your personal bubble.

“I was first in line at Dark Roast and they had mercy on me,” you replied, gladly accepting as he pecked your lips gently.

“Dark Roast, down the street? You walk here?” He asked, barely pulling his features into a frown.

“It was a nice walk, it’s not hot out yet,” you insisted.

“What I say about walking here, huh?” He asked, looping an arm around your back and pulling your body into his. “I don’t like it,” he added.

“I won’t do it again,” you bit your lip – both of you knowing that wasn’t true. You jumped a bit as he landed an open palm on your ass – your sundress providing little to no barrier from his slap.

“Hop up on the bed,” he insisted, kissing you once more before you obeyed.

You laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as he gently flipped up the hem of your dress.

“Make sure you warm it up,” you insisted, giggling as he gave you a pointed look. “Patient scores matter, Dr. Abbott.” 

“Lest I remind you, this is an ER, not an OBGYN, no warmer here,” he said, flipping the cap open on the conducting gel, grinning gently as you jumped softly at the cold gel touching your skin.

“Well, this is not a doctor-mandated sonogram, lest you forget.” You replied. “They do have the warmer at Dr. Moynihan’s office,” you said, quieting down as you both keyed into the sonogram screen. “Oh, look,” you sighed dreamily as you both heard the fast heartbeat.

Jack moved the wand around, taking a few mental notes.

“Talk to me, Daddy, how does she look?” You asked, eyes glancing over to your husband.

“Looks real good,” Jack replied, “strong heartbeat, measuring well,” he listed off. “Looking just like me,” he added. “I think that matcha’s making her dance.”

“Keep dreaming, Abbott, she’s going to be 100% her mama,” you rolled her eyes. “Come on, we’re tempting fate,” you said, happy for the peek, but knowing there could be a patient coming in hot any second.

Jack took a warm, dry towel and wiped off your baby bump, gingerly bringing your skirt down to cover your pink panties.

“Thanks for spoiling me,” he said, leaning down to kiss you once more. You brought your hand up to the back of his neck, deepening it just so. “And I’m calling you an Uber home,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Come on, it’s not bad," you nearly whined, placing a hand on your six-month belly. “I like the walk,” you insisted.

“You can like the walk at Noon, but not when it’s still dark out,” he replied. “We can go for a long stroll when I get home, huh?” He said, nudging his nose into your cheek. “Just let me look out for my girls, okay?”

“Okay,” you sighed, pecking him once more. “But make it an Uber Black.”