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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 9 months ago

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SUMMARY : In which you let your husband take your virginity on your wedding night.

PAIRINGS: Dilf Taehyung x virgin reader

WORD COUNT :2K

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sex (off course) ,cum eating, oral f. Eating out over panties, fingering, squirting, mention of blood (her cherry popped)! Titty sucking, aftercare ladies <3

A/N: A little something as I’ve reached 1k heheh thank you so much lovelies and i hope you liked this one and thank you my love 💖 @jj-one who helped me with this one and also @kingofbodyrolls who made this sexy banner💖

The beach was filled with fragrant blooms, an array of white and pink tulips adorned the set up, a gentle breeze softly tickles the groom's hair and he smiles looking at you walking hand in hand with your father holding a small bouquet of lilies.

Your wedding veil cascades down your back, complementing the silk lace and pearls embroiled on the dress, making you feel like a fairy princess. Nervously walking down the aisle with your father you blush the moment you see your husband, soft music and doting cheers follows in the background the moment you took each step.

Soon reaching upon you face the love of your life Kim Taehyung, your dad places your hand on your husband’s and some tears brim his eyes, asking him to always protect you and keep you happy forever. He chuckling upon his request, promising to keep you happy for the rest of his life while kissing the back of your palm and whispers "you look so beautiful my love." You visibly chuckle and mutter him a small "thanks, you look handsome as well".

You never thought you would end up with your casual fling that you met from an app, remembering it was one of your friends who had signed you up on the app after you broke up with your toxic ex. On the other side, Taehyung's friend, Jungkook, had signed him up when divorced his wife, thinking it was a good idea to get out of the grief and have some fun.

Your interests he was afraid if he came clean about his son you would leave.

He was sure he had fallen in love with you over the past year from just chatting and calling each other daily. It made him feel like he was a young man again and not a 38-year-old man who had a kid who would depend on for a few more years.

Taehyung was also afraid of the 16-year-old age gap, thinking it was too soon for you to commit to a lifelong relationship which included a child.

He had enough of it when he finally decided to take you on a date and coming clean about it. He came fully prepared to tell you about his son and break this situation you were in, he liked (read: Loves) you, but he didn't want you to live with the pressure of living with a child as you were young, and you had so much to experience.

In the cozy coffee shop, soft jazz played in the background while you nervously fidget on the chair, summing up the courage to tell him that you had started liking him and can see a future together. The man in front of you gave a crooked smile, continuing to surf through the menu.

"What will you have Y/n?" Taehyung asks as he skims each and every item written on the menu, his leg bouncing under the table due to anxiety.

"I love you Taehyung," you say at the same time as he began talking, he goes blank, the menu dropping from his hands while you mentally facepalm at yourselves. "Fuck I shouldn't have dropped this bomb this early.”

"What?" Taehyung gasps and then visibly gulps, and you return a crooked smile back. "Yes tae, I love you I've been loving you for a while now.." you confess once again, and he shutters "We-ll y/n m-e too" he says as if he's exclaiming, and you smile wide.

"But wait y/n, before I properly confess I want to tell you something," Taehyung nervously adds, becoming restless. Observing his moments you grab his spare hand which rested on the table and tell him to calm down.

"Y/n, you know I’m divorced, right? But I'm sorry I have hidden something very big from you, I have a five-year-old son Yi-hyun" he says, and you gasp "Oh my god, tae why did you hide this for so long?" you question, he fiddles with his fingers and explains his insecurities and chances of you leaving him.

"No tae, I would never, in fact, I love children and I would really love to spend my whole life with you." You blush as those words come out and Taehyung giggles, "I'll be more than glad and feel honored to stay with you for the rest of my life."

Taehyung gazes into your eyes, his eyes full of love and promises, the gentle breeze makes the few whips of your flix fly, and he thinks you look so pretty, soon the calm breeze carries out your wedding vows and seals all the promises of this lifetime commitment.

Yi-hyun stands right in the middle of you and Taehyung's parents, an uproar of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere when you exchange your rings. Glancing at him, you give a flying kiss and he acts to catch it, your husband won't stop at looking you with heart eyes.

It was soon evening while you and your husband basked in the warmth of newly wed love, surrounded by all your supporting family and friends. He occasionally steals a few kisses from you when you both slow danced and enjoyed the dance until it was time to make your grand exit and walk hand in hand till you reached your car.Your parents insisted on keeping your son for a couple of days until you come back from the honeymoon.

"Yi- hyun, don't trouble your grandparents okay baby? Be a good boy for me and your mom okay?" Your husband tells your son and he nods , he kisses yours and his father's and climbs down from his grasp and tells you both a "goodbye".

"Let's go baby been waiting for this day ever since I met you, gonna fuck you hard," Taehyung says with lust-filled eyes, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He lays a few soft pecks, soliciting a gasp from you, letting out the smallest whimper of his name.

The ride to your house was short, your husband helped to get you out of the car and quickly thanked the driver, not even a minute later your back meets the door of your penthouse as your husband starts to devour your mouth with his, heavy kisses full of spit coats your lips.

You were taken aback for a few seconds until your mind processes his action, kissing your lover back with the same burning passion, you struggle a bit until you get the keys from the back pocket of Taehyung's pants.

"One Sec baby, let me just open this, and we can go inside," you say almost breathlessly in between kisses, turning around. Once inside, both you and his clothes join the ground soon. "I'll go slow baby okay? It's your first time, right? Gonna savour every last moment of this." Taehyung assures you, and you nod.

Never in your twenty-two years of living did you have sex with your boyfriend. Sex was a whole different thing you’ve yet to experience but you weren't a saint when it came to it either, the curious teen in you would look up porn and even tried masturbating before, but you just didn’t feel anything from it, you thought you were doing something wrong.

Taehyung helped you to get comfortable in the bed whilst he removes the last piece of his clothing, his boxers, while you had kept your panties on, feeling your cunt coating the plumpness of his lips with your slick. You moan at the movement as he hovers above you, "ready baby?" your husband sweetly asks, you nod and voice a simple "yes.”

Soft, gentle kisses are first felt on your neck and the light touch of his fingertips tickles your lower belly, coming dangerously close to your core. His nimble fingers nudge the bow on your lace panties, sucking in your breath when he slowly goes down to explore the rest of your body, sucking on your skin lightly as he trails his way down. Soon purple hues are decorated all over you.

Once he faces your core, his hot breath leaves you tingly inside, whimpering out his name as he slowly licks a wet strip of over the fabric of your panties and sucks on the ball of your clit, repeating his languid motion again and again, his eyes watching you above him. You’re left nothing short of a moaning mess, "fuck feels so good tae, just like that baby.." you express him how good he’s making you feel when he sucks and licks you over your panties, this new sensation was like no other.

Soon after a while he completely removes them off your body, groaning at the mess you made and his fingers rub over it so he could have some of you on his fingers. "Open baby" he affirms, you ecstatically take them in your mouth sucking off each finger one by one, he chuckles and bites back a moan. He thinks you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen.

"Gonna finger you baby, stay calm okay? I promise it's gonna soon feel okay." He assures and slowly inserts one of his fingers, you moan out loud as it feels different from what you felt while playing with yourself.

One finger soon turned into two and you felt something weird coming out, "Taehyung stop-stop, something's coming out," you breathlessly warn but he tells you to go on and doesn’t stop fingering you, only upping his pace. Liquid soon gushes out, "fuck baby, pretty girl" never failing to fluster you and make you blush, shying away and looking everywhere but his eyes.

His frame hovers above yours and tells you to rest properly, "Baby, is it okay?" He asks before continuing. His hard cock brushing over your soaked pussy lips, itching to be inside your warm cunt, his fingers part your lips while you involuntarily twitch, feeling weightless as his thumb rubs gentle circles along your sensitive clit. "Ready y/n? Look we don't have to do it tonight you can always back out baby" he says while you whimper at the loss. "N-no want it so bad I can take it" you eagerly said, leaning in to kiss his lips. "It might hurt at first, but then it's going to be okay, I promise my darling." With that, he slowly aligns himself with you and enters inside, causing you to both moan in unison.

Kissing your forehead to calm you down when he sees faint tears brimming your eyes, he pulls out just enough so he can spit in between you two to make the slide much easier. He notices some blood as you were still a virgin— up until now, beads of sweat drip from the sides of him and some of it lands onto your boobs. He attached his lips to suckle them, seeing your pretty mouth open wide and decides to slip his finger in, your body rises a bit when he tells you to see the bloody mess and you whimper while he pets your head with his other hand.

"Calm down baby you’re gripping me so hard.." he groans from the way you’re sucking him up and you try your best to relax your muscles and try to enjoy this feeling while occasionally kissing him, moaning at his touches. He rests his forehead on top of yours and soon he cums inside, gasping from his overwhelming orgasm, he slowly pushes himself up and removes his now softened cock. You feel the cum dripping down to your ass. “Wait up baby, I'm gonna get something to clean you up.” He smiles dotingly and you nod back at him.

Soon he cleans you both up and brings you a glass of water to drink, he’s cuddling with you as his fingers lace with yours. Soft kisses resound the room until you both knock down in each other's embrace.

You decide to wake him up with a good, morning blow job but who knew it would be him to be waking you up instead.

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owl-bones · 6 months ago

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Tell me tell MEEEE

this is a long one sldfjlskdfjsd

i had an idea the other day that i bounced off of @llamagoddessofficial and we ended up chatting about it for like. hours. so this is a kinda collab since some of the ideas were hers <3

recently i thought about a faeu thing where the MC doesn't want to leave the fae realms, but doesn't want to become a fae. so Dream strikes a deal with them; he'll let them stay, and keep them from becoming a fae. unfortunately for this deal to work they can't be human.... so he turns them into a bird.

a bird that he can change however he wants, so you'll be endlessly entertaining. unfortunately his duties as king pulls him away, and though you're not a fae... he still doesn't give you the same amount of attention as before. you're just another one of his subjects, and the king doesn't play favourites. he doesn't visit often, and instead has an attendant appointed to make sure you're well cared for.

you do not like being a bird. you can kind of tell him this during his infrequent visits when he turns you into a bird that can mimic speech, but otherwise you're stuck being mad at him as long as you can. but eventually you just get... tired. you made the deal, now you have to live with the consequences. time passes. you get used to it.

but one day Dream has a visitor. a fae you've never seen before, but one that is intimidating with his regality and imposing stature. and when he approaches you (you're a phoenix now, Dream wanted to show off) he looks... conflicted. He questions you. he can tell you're not a bird and that you don't enjoy it, that this is the result of a deal-- a curse. he doesn't like that you've been almost forgotten.

he resolves to set you free. he leaves-- you don't want him to. this is the first person in perhaps years that has given you the attention and care you crave. but he leaves.

and soon you're corralled into a little cage and set beside Dream and across from the visitor. they are playing a game. and you're the prize. you don't want to stay here. whoever this stranger is, he's treated you better in 5 minutes than Dream has this entire time. you tweet happily when it looks like the stranger is winning, and caw angrily when Dream gets the upper hand. Dream doesn't enjoy that one of his subjects is rooting for the other team, especially one that he's specifically catered to and tried to have treated well. was your room not nice enough? did your attendant not acquire your wishes? this distracts him enough that he makes a blunder, and...

the stranger wins. he takes you home with him, to the Winter Realms, of which you learn he is the king. and he sets you free. he'll turn you into whatever form you like, and you can fly wherever you wish. you can return to his castle for food if you like, or you can leave and never return. it's up to you. you have your freedom.

you do end up returning to the castle, and befriending Nightmare. he likes your company. he talks to you, he listens when you try to talk back. he gives you whatever strong and powerful forms you desire (Dream never turned you into anything too big, too dangerous... he preferred to keep you small and delicate and beautiful, fitting for his realm)

and one day he offers to turn you back. offers to gives you your speech back, your form back. you couldn't be a bird again, but you could be as close to as you were as possible. not human, certainly. it's far too late for that. but you could be a fae. you have a place in his castle, should you wish it.

you accept.

(and then romance happens hehehe)

#faeu #valrayne-faeu

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majoryeager104 · 3 days ago

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hiiii i 💗 how you write Touya !!! Could you pls write something where he introduces his s/o to his mom + siblings (like AU where he stays and enji is out of their lives and everyone is happy🤞)?? Just some fluff maybe him getting all embarrassed his s/o is a total sweetheart so rei absolutely adores them hehehe

oooomg I love these sm yes

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“Do you wanna meet my family?”

He said it so casually that you couldn’t help but stare. The two of you had been dating for months, and the way he asked you made it seem like it was no big deal, at least to him.

But unbeknownst to you, it was a big deal to him.

And so when you agreed, he gave you a quick smile and began making arrangements for you to come for dinner that weekend. He called Fuyumi, who would have been there anyways, and she was ecstatic. He texted Natsuo, who reluctantly (not really) agreed to show up. He knocked on Shoto’s door and told him that you were coming, to which he smiled because he thought you were cool. And lastly, he told his mom, who was just as excited as Fuyumi, but maybe a little more laid back about it. (Once again not really she was smiling about it for the rest of the day)

When Saturday came, the whole Todoroki family was in the kitchen working together and waiting for you two to show up. Even Natsuo was excited. He’d heard tons about you from Touya, so he already had a pretty good idea of what you’d be like, but seeing the rest of the family, especially Rei, so excited to meet you, he couldn’t help it if the same energy rubbed off on him.

Soon enough the doorbell rang, and Fuyumi was the first to get there, as per usual. “Hey you two! Welcome in!” She smiled, introducing herself to you with an excited glint in her eyes. Touya watched with a small, content smile as you all met each other. It was all the people he cared about- no, loved most, gathered around with big smiles on their faces. No wonder he was smiling too.

And Rei was totally blown away.

“so how’d the two of you meet?” She asked with her usual small smile

You answered with a smile as well. “um, we met at my favorite cafe”

Shoto butted in with a quick “isn’t that like a romance movie thing?”

To which Natsuo pulled him aside and said “absolutely but it happens in real life too.”

And Shoto nodded with that perplexed look for a moment before looking at Touya, who’d been standing in the background the whole time. “So do you love her then?”

Touya blushed. Natsuo facepalmed. Shoto stared blankly. Fuyumi giggled with you. Rei stayed quiet.

“Yes?? Obviously- I guess- I mean, I brought her over didn’t I?”

Touya babbled on, his face and ears getting more tinged with pink by the second. He stuttered off into silence, looking at you, you who was currently smiling at him with a blush crawling across your face as well.

Rei looked between the two of you and laughed. It wasn’t a common thing to see her so expressive, like Shoto she was a difficult person to read, and yet, she let down those walls of hers for this moment. Because it was sweet, she thought, and because she was really beginning to enjoy your company.

For the rest of the evening, while Touya told random stories of silly moments during your time together, you found yourself chatting with Rei more and more, her smile and mood only growing brighter the more she got to know you. You were sweet. Really sweet. You reminded her of herself when she was your age, always gentle and polite, and happy to do so. Unlike with her own relationships, knowing Touya she was sure he would keep that smile on your face.

As the hours past, and it got darker, you got up to head home. Everyone walked with you to say goodbye at the door, and Rei and Fuyumi both snuck a quick little hug from you, shuffling the rest of them out to give you a moment with Touya. Natsuo wiggled his eyebrows at Touya as he left, leaving Shoto confused at Touya’s current expression as he was dragged around the corner by his sister.

“so what’d you think?”

“they were great! And really sweet! I’m glad I got to meet your family”

“yeah..me too.”

Touya was quiet, leaning on the doorframe before taking your hand and walking you outside, kissing you goodnight as he walked you to your car, his hands in his pockets as he watched you drive away in the chill of the night.

“…love you”

he said it quietly, deep in thought as he watched you turn the corner, not realizing his mother was smiling at him from the doorway.

“Touya?”

she called him with her usual graceful tones, spooking him a bit as he turned to look at her.

“you should bring y/n around more often…i really like her”

Touya chuckled, walking in the door with her, a big smile plastered on his face.

“I will. Im sure she’d love that, too”

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Shoto my clueless icon 🙏🙏🙏

Also why do I always imagine Rei to be fucking ethereal (bc she is)

Kinda short and there’s not a crazy amount of dialogue but I hoped you liked it, I’ve been having trouble finding the inspo and energy to write lately, so I apologize.

Banner creds to artist! (If anyone recognizes the artist lmk)

#mha dabi #bnha dabi #bnha touya #mha touya #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi x reader

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mosaickiwi · 1 year ago

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Hi hi, if your requests are still open, could you do [REDACTED] becoming self aware and finding out that the player is super obsessed with him? From his pov cuz I wanna see the internal dialogue. Been meaning to write this myself, but alas, writer’s block 😞

obsessed angel is best angel hehehe >:3c

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Super Obsessed Angel~

The library was often slow in the morning, so you always put some extra time into helping whoever came in. You were getting a few books off the higher shelves for an elderly visitor. As you climbed down the ladder, a stack of novels held to your chest, you were completely unaware of the other visitor who’d been sneaking through the aisles since they arrived. [REDACTED]’s gaze was glued to you, lost in thought as he watched you go about your day.

Something about you had changed since he did away with the Ren persona, as if a certain switch had been flipped on in your brain. It was easy to connect the dots for them—you'd been so obvious about it. Or maybe years of watching you just made every little change easy to spot: you were utterly obsessed with them.

The first clue was a genuine shock for once. He'd dropped you off at your apartment after a date as he always did. You were well past nervous and shy the whole time, but it was to be expected since he wasn't “Ren” anymore. Under the dark mess of hair, black outfit, piercings and tattoos, he was a nervous wreck, too. Far more than normal to pick up the hints of what came next.

As soon as your door closed the dark-haired man pulled out their phone to admire you through the cameras placed in your home. He thought you'd surely wind down on your couch before bed like usual. Maybe even chat up a friend while catching up on your favorite anime.

Instead they were greeted with the sight of you still standing in the entry and typing away on your own phone. He quickly switched to watch your screen, eyes widening at the rapid barrage of texts you were sending to Moth. All gushing with joy about your date.

Of course he committed them all to memory immediately—and his eyes had widened at some of the more interesting things you'd typed before hastily erasing it for a slightly less unhinged message. But one in particular stood out.

“I don't think I can be normal about them.”

That was months ago, and each new thing you did only reminded him of it. He noticed everything and he loved it.

Your bright smiles as you leaned into their touch, their side, their embrace at any chance you got—they had his heart soaring. If only they had let you convince them to do away with “Ren” sooner.

You even accepted the ring once thrown away all those years ago. Still on the necklace he’d worn to keep it close to his heart, but now a favored offering he would catch you playing with throughout the day while distracted by something or another.

It was everything he ever dreamed of. Of course, the quirks you picked up when you thought they weren’t looking were just as fascinating.

The way you always hastily tucked your phone away when he came back into a room was precious. As if they hadn't seen the photo of them you used as a wallpaper, least of all the dozens of other pictures you thought were safely hidden in the depths of your phone gallery. He had a picture to match each of yours in the thousands that filled his own devices.

Innocent calls in the middle of the night where you’d say you couldn't sleep just to hear their voice. He thought about teasing you and saying you could just record it, but then you wouldn't have an excuse—a blatant lie, he knew—to call. They always wanted to hear you just as much anyways, if not more. And even if you did figure out how to record it, he'd make sure the audio file somehow mysteriously disappeared.

He was almost certain of your obsession once you started taking clothes. Hoodies and jackets were obvious, especially since he intentionally left them out for you. That was more than enough to have him practically ecstatic.

Until one morning after you spent the night he realized a few things were missing from his wash pile. A cursory glance through their security system’s recordings confirmed it. The items in question had been purposefully stolen from the middle of the basket so as not to arouse immediate suspicion, and squirreled away in your bag without their notice. He’d only left your side for a moment that day to pick up the takeout order at the door. You were starting to get careful. It made him all the more desperate in seeing what else you’d do.

The sound of a scanner beeping in the silence of the library brought him back to the present as you finished up with the elderly visitor. You politely bid them farewell before sitting back in your chair with a huff.

They couldn’t help but notice the hopeful glance you threw towards a spot on your desk that was obscured from their vision. No doubt the place where you always kept your phone during work. Your hand reached out of habit for the golden ring—his ring—dangling from your neck.

Were you thinking of him? It was only fair that he indulged you. He was thinking of you just the same. One text hurriedly tapped out on his cracked screen, and he was intoxicated by the love struck way your face lit up at the buzz of your phone mere seconds later.

Eventually he knew he'd have to come clean about spying on you. But he had a feeling you wouldn't complain too much. The obsession was finally mutual, after all.

#14 days with you #14dwy redacted #momo reqs #now they're BOTH silly lil guys yippee!!!#[redacted] is still worse tho c:

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lewkwoodnco · 1 year ago

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Hii I wanted to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader with Invisible string, where they're neighbours for years, and used to play together as children. When Lucy joins the agency, she becomes friends with the reader, so the reader starts to be more around their house. Then Anthony starts interacting with her more, and they become friends, but Anthony realises his falling for her, so he starts to become awkward and shy around her she notices it and confronts him about it, then he confesses.

Invisible String - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: fluffy fluffy, though there is like the baaarest hint of angst which is kind of brief as long as you dont dwell on it too long + most of it gets resolved hehe and its made up for in the happy happy ending! yay!! personally i imagine the song she's humming at the piano to be invisible string heheh wc 5.4k

Lucy is waiting by their garden gate impatiently. They weren't running late for their job, but it was chilly out and she wanted to get in a cab before it got much colder. Lockwood walks out soon enough, holding a letter, but he walks to the fence rather than the gate. Over the fence, there's a girl pulling on her gloves as she walks towards her own gate, but Lockwood waves her over.

"What's this? Another lawsuit?"

"Not for me, at least. Our mail got mixed up again."

"Ah. Thanks."

They talk about their week for a while. Lucy watches Lockwood's polished exterior melt as his body language becomes more casual and fluid. The girl pockets the letter and the two of them look at each other for a while. He lamely gestures to her outfit.

"You look nice. Going on a date?"

"Yeah, with this guy in my pottery class."

"That sounds nice. Have fun."

"Thanks. You stay safe."

"I'll try."

Lucy walks over, looking at Lockwood meaningfully while he stiffens reflexively. "Who's your friend?"

"We're just neighbours." The girl smiles pleasantly, but Lucy doesn't miss the way he carefully watches her. They introduce themselves to each other. They chat a little, and Lucy picks up on her good-natured teasing of Lockwood appreciatively.

"So you must have known Lockwood for a while now, right?"

"Try ever since I was born. Our parents got on so well that we used to have dinner together every other day. And that was excluding brunch on the weekends. Trust me, I've had enough playdates with him to last a lifetime."

"Lockwood! You've never mentioned her, not even once."

"Well, to be fair, that was all years ago. We've been a little busy for the, um, last decade or so." There's a silence.

"Oh, there was that summer..."

"Yeah."

"Hmm."

"That had been nice."

An uncomfortable prickling accompanies the silence this time. She finishes fiddling with her gloves and looks ready to walk away, but Lucy recognises the suppressed look in Lockwood's eyes and tries to salvage the situation.

"You should come over sometime. We're doing some spring cleaning tomorrow, if you want to join."

"Luce. Let's not burden Y/N with chores."

"No, no, that sounds nice. I'd love to help. Though Lockwood never struck me as the spring-cleaning type."

"He's being coerced. We're holding his favourite rapier hostage."

Her lips twitch as she slices the envelope open. "Well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your job. Be careful. Mum sends her love." She says the last part more to Lockwood, who smiles with a warmth Lucy had seen little of. He watches her walk out, skimming the letter, and it isn't until George joins them that he looks away.

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Their case is so exhausting and Holly piles so much work on him the next morning that he forgets that she's coming over. It isn't even until the afternoon that he realises she's there at all, when looking for someone to help him rip the stitches off some old curtains. He walks into one of the spare rooms, calling out for George, but he stops short when he sees an unfamiliar figure standing on the bed, peeling posters off the wall. She glances behind and he suddenly remembers the events of last evening.

"Oh - Y/N. Hello. Have you seen the others lately?"

"Lucy went out to get another scraper and I think George went down to the Archives. Holly just left for the post office."

"Oh. I see. Er, do you need help?" She turns around from the poster she was steadily peeling off, dropping it into the pile with satisfaction.

"Nope, that was last of them. Anything I can help you with?"

He hesitates, and she picks up on it.

"Lockwood, I don't have anything to do until Lucy comes home anyway. I don't mind, really."

He relents and she agrees to help immediately, poising to step off the bed. She pauses before making the step, looking at the floor nervously.

"...need help getting down?"

"No. Just...give me a minute." She tries to hold onto the bed's headboard but still suffers from some internal struggle in stepping down. The image triggers a decade-old dormant memory in him, of the time she had slipped from the picnic tabletop in her garden and twisted her ankle. Instinctively, he holds out a hand, which she grabs thankfully and is down so quick he doesn't even realise until she pulls her hand away. The feel of her fully-grown hand in his is a jarring yank back to the present.

"Still so afraid of heights?"

She shudders. "My ankle still twinges if I so much as think of making a small leap. Now, where are those curtains?"

They decide to occupy the couch in the living room, and it's a bit of a tight squeeze with the piles of linens towering around them, but they manage.

"So you take the seam ripper, like so," Lockwood fumbles with the comically small seam ripper but somehow slots it under a tiny stitch, "and you rip the seam. Just like that."

She rips the stitch on her curtain with greater efficiency than him. He looks mildly startled. She glances at the pile of curtains next to her, and then the one next to Lockwood.

"Looks like I'll be done with my pile first."

There's a pause as Lockwood processes her words and the glimmer of competition in her eyes, and then they both leap into action, tugging down yards and yards of fabric, painstakingly unravelling the seams stitch by stitch. It doesn't take long for them to start playing dirty. She tries to block Lockwood's vision by flapping the dusty curtains at him and he tries to slow her down by holding her curtains down. But by the time the rest return, they're too engrossed to sabotage each other so that Lucy finds them sitting in some weird contorted manner, ripping seams feverishly.

"I was only gone two hours! Both of you've done all that?"

She tries to shush Lucy, already feeling herself slow down as she tries to free up enough mental capacity to answer. She feels rather than hears Lockwood giggle in delight as he picks up his pace. Lucy shakes her head, walking out to the kitchen.

"Find me when you're done, I'm having tea." She groans, heavily enticed by the suggestion of biscuits and sweet tea after an afternoon of stringing her fingers to bits.

"Wait, wait, truce please, I want tea."

Lockwood reluctantly lets up, stretching under the sea of curtains around them. They part ways for the evening, taking breaks or helping out with other smaller projects, but they reconvene after dinner, though with significantly less fervour.

An hour or two past midnight, once his neck had started to ache too much, he looks over at Y/N, and realises she's fast asleep. He moves to shake her awake, but she looks so peaceful and alarmingly similar to the little girl he remembered her as that it gives him pause. Lockwood wasn't one for sentimental doting, but it felt nice to have a piece of his long-forgotten childhood in his home again, safe and warm.

He makes a quiet phone call to her parents before fetching a blanket for her. That night, the childhood memories he falls asleep to are warm and happy.

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Lucy wakes up from her nap in a delightfully warm haze. The house is quiet, likely because of everyone staying up late the previous night. She shuffles to the kitchen, but pauses when she hears a curious sound echoing in the hallway. She blearily follows it to the living room, where she sees Y/N and Lockwood sitting opposite each other at the coffee table, playing poker. She seemed to be trying her best to stop giggling, yet failing, while Lockwood berated her.

"Your poker face sucks, Y/N. I know more about your cards than I do mine."

She shakes with silent laughter, covering her face with her cards ashamedly as Lockwood joins in with the laughing. It's a weirdly surreal sight to see. Everntually, Lockwood's eye drifts and he spots Lucy standing in the doorway.

"Luce. Have a good nap?" Lucy grumbles some incoherent reply, pulling a biscuit out of the biscuit tin. She sits down and watches them shriek at each other (Lockwood was right, her poker face was downright terrible) as they finish the game, and Lucy can't help but smile over the idiots.

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"Where's Y/N?"

The first words out of Lockwood's mouth the next morning were arguably his most poorly-chosen yet, especially without any buffer from the relentless mocking of Lucy and George. One of them alone was bad enough, but with both of them joining forces, it made for a very weary breakfast.

"Cool it, she's my friend. Get your own."

"Then what does that make us, if not friends?"

"Neighbours." Lucy smiles innocently as Lockwood throws a dish towel at her.

The rest of breakfast passes up uneventfully, which makes the incident the first thing out of Lucy's mouth as soon as she steps through the door.

"Morning!"

"Lockwood missed you at breakfast this morning."

"Did not."

Between Lucy's smirk and Lockwood sullenly hiding in the shadowed hallway, she wasn't sure what to start with.

"Did too, he so wanted you to be there."

Lucy turns to Lockwood, daring him to contradict her. Holly steps out of the kitchen, straightening her pinafore, but doesn't pick up on the tension so she just smiles. His eyes dart between the three of them and some part of his body decides that panic is the best reaction of choice.

"DEPRAC wants to steal my papers," he says as some odd form of explanation, before disappearing into his room. Lucy snorts while Holly and her share a puzzled look.

"I think he's talking about our case report."

Whatever it was, it was being tucked away into his coat when she ran into him at the front door about ten minutes later. His smile is part grimace.

"Sorry about earlier." He stops talking, but looks like he wants to say more, so she patiently hovers. "About breakfast - I just feel bad for doing all this free labour, breakfast is the least I could offer-"

"Don't sweat it, I'm fine."

"Well, I'd feel a lot better if you popped by for a bun every now and then."

Her lips twitch. "Maybe I will."

There's a concerned look in his eye and his gaze that lasts a little too long to be comfortable, and it reminds her of the last time he looked at her like that. It had been near the tail end of the summer a few years back, late at night. She had been crying something awful on her front porch after a certain Noah Lewis had dumped her, and he was neighbourly enough to play a good samaritan in talking her through it.

It had started with a lot of unrestrained swearing and dragging of Noah Lewis' name through the mud as soon as she walked through the front gate, the kind that made her father peer out the window in alarm and then disappear back into the house. After a good quarter of an hour of this, her rage faded along with her energy, and she ended up crying embarrassingly on Lockwood's shoulder. "That's it," she had sobbed into his soft, forest green sweater that smelled like clean cotton. "I'm done with dating. It's the single life for me from now on." What flimsy grip she had managed over her emotions started to slip once more, as she burst into a new set of wails.

"Oh God, I'm going to die alone!" Lockwood rubbed comforting circles on her back as she clutched him tighter.

Looking back, she understood the smile on his face a little better, though a part of her still wanted to stay peeved at him for laughing at her misery. At least he had the decency to cold-shoulder Noah when he came around a few days later.

The memory occupies the back of her mind for the rest of the day, and it's still there when Lockwood returns. She doesn't realise it, but it makes her soften around him, though not noticeably so. By then, they've cleared up enough of the house to uncover the piano tucked away in the basement. Holly had spent the afternoon lovingly tuning it and polishing it up, but no one else seemed much interested in it.

After dinner, she sees Lockwood sitting at the piano, watching the keys as if he's too afraid to touch them. She joins him at the bench, taking in the sight of the glossy keys she could barely hear being played from her room when she was a child. Maybe that's what she's thinking about when she asks him to play something for her, and he obliges.

He plays a short piece that isn't extremely elaborate by any means, but it's beautiful and makes her want to rest her head on his shoulder. When he finishes, there's a short silence, and she tells him it was beautiful. She feels him smile against her head. Her fingers meander over the keys and she plays the occasional note as she hums some tune tucked away in the recesses of her mind. He picks up on it after a while, playing a more complete accompaniment to her stilted humming. She tilts her head where it rests on his shoulder to look at his face, and his hand slips on the note. She wishes to stay there forever.

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"Hey."

"Hey." The last one was from Lucy, and it earned her a reproving glare and there was this silent yet intense communication between the girls. It's the next day, and now they've started on the library, sifting through the masses of newspapers dating well back into the past century. Lockwood had just returned from helping George at the archives (all the dust and cleaning was making his allergies act up so he wasn't at peak performance, as much as hated to admit it). She finally looks away from Lucy with the air of washing her hands of her, looking up at a forgotten Lockwood.

"Your coat collar's turned up."

"He does that to look cool. And because you're here. Dunno if you've noticed, Lockwood, but the coat hanger's by the door."

"Ha-ha. I'm leaving for Satchell's soon. Just...wanted to see how you were getting on."

"Wanted to see how Y/N was getting on."

"No, no." But his voice is a little too high-pitched to be fully convincing, and Lucy bursts out laughing, and his annoyance evaporates his nervousness. "Just making sure you haven't bullied her to tears, Luce."

"I've been such an angel."

She traces the outline of Lockwood's coat with her gaze fondly. "I remember the morning you bought it." She leans conspiratorially towards Lucy. "Preened in front of me for a good ten minutes, shifting his weight around to look cool. He only stopped when he heard my dad coming out to get the paper."

"That's awfully patient of you. George and I just try to suffocate him when he gets too unbearable."

"Are - are you hearing this? Admission of assault."

'Oh hush, you big baby."

She smiles as she watches them bicker. Lockwood clutches his chest with an exaggeratedly injured look, and their eyes briefly meet. He looks away first.

"What can I say? When you're stuck with this...peacock of a neighbour, you're bound to be forced into being an adoring audience on more than one occasion. Comes in and disrupts my peaceful mornings."

"Someone had to appreciate it, and you're always up at the crack of dawn."

"So are you, but you don't sleep so it doesn't count."

Lockwood lets out an uncharacteristic bark of laughter. Lucy's eyes look like they're about to fall out of her head.

"Sue me for wanting to share first thing I bought with my hard-earned money with someone."

She chokes on her breath, barely holding herself back from a fit of giggles. Lucy looks as though Christmas had come early.

"Lockwood had a job? Like, a proper one?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd call it a job so much as a cosplay of being working class. But yes, he manned a frozen yogurt cart in the park a few summers back. First and last time i've seen him willingly sit out in the sun."

"Oh, please, at least I didn't spend my days making eyes at Noah Lewis."

She shrugs in mock ignorance in a way that Lockwood can't help but match her smile. For a while the only sounds that could be heard were of the girls shifting through the newspaper with inky fingertips, until Lockwood finally gets up to leave for the client meeting.

It's an uneventful trip and consultation, but looks promising enough in terms of commission. It's tedious enough to make him peckish for a mid-morning snack. When he returns, he walks into the kitchen to sneak a biscuit and finds her fiddling near the stove.

"Oh, hi. Lucy and I wanted some tea but I'm not quite sure I know how your kettle works..."

He fiddles with the plug a little, twisting the wire in ways that make her concerned for his safety, but eventually they hear the kettle hum cheerfully, and they silently wait for the water to boil. She fidgets, trying to make small talk.

"How's George's room coming along?"

"I told him to pick out his favourite biohazards. The rest would have to go."

The kettle starts to crackle louder now. She eyes it apprehensively but Lockwood doesn't seem to even register it.

"House looks...pretty much the same."

"Yeah."

"I like it."

"Thank you. But I'm glad we're doing this. The spring cleaning, I mean. Sometimes I wonder if it's too crowded."

"I like it. I think it's crowded with life."

He gives her a soft smile and when he looks at her, he's not as quick to look away as before. But then he remembers her outing last evening and carefully broaches the subject. After all, it had been a while since they talked about things like this, and she was by no means obligated to, but he tried.

"How was your...date?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. It was alright. He's a nice guy. Patient. Down-to-earth Unlike someone I could mention."

Her teasing smile is back, and Lockwood feels as though a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. His features contract into a familiar melodramatic expression.

"I'm sorry I disrupted so many peaceful mornings."

A smile slides back onto his face as she scoffs and gives him a shove. "Very funny. You were plenty insufferable before your friends came along. You're lucky I wasn't as creative as them."

"Mm, so grateful."

More silence. "They seem nice, George and Lucy. I see why you spend so much time with them."

And not so much with me, she wanted to add, but she didn't want to cause unnecessary strife, so she just focused on keeping her tone light. But Lockwood still picked up on the subtle edge of bitternes.

"I thought you...moved on to other things in life. You don't stop to chat by the fence much anymore."

"You got so busy with your agency business. I didn't want to impose."

She glances at Lockwood's genuinely puzzled expression, his lips barely parted as she saw the cogs turning in his head, trying to reconcile the idea of their chats being an imposition. She feels awkward in a way she's never felt with him, even when it was just the fence in between the two of them. They went from close, to distant, to kind of close again for that one summer they were 16, and now...now she wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I...I didn't mean to."

"Yeah, well...you can say hi more often. Or bye. If you wanted to." It was stupid; she knew she was being childish but she couldn't help it. Something still smarted inside of her when she saw the three of them traipsing off most nights, something she didn't quite understand.

"I always want to."

"Lockwood? You better not be withholding tea."

They get startled by Lucy's voice and take a step back. Lockwood fumbles as he pulls off the top of the cottage-shaped container, scooping out piles of teabags. "Look, plenty of tea. All the tea. Please don't tell Lucy."

She shakes her head, bemused, pouring water into their mugs just as Lucy walks in, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at Lockwood. Luckily, she gets distracted quickly enough and starts dumping sugar into her mug. She watches Lucy for a while until Lockwood fold his jacket over his arm, brushing her shoulder as he walks past.

"Hm?"

He stops by the door to the kitchen, a familiar easy smile on his face. He looks like home.

"Bye."

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"Why do you call him Lockwood? Surely you knew him when he was 'Anthony,' or - or was it 'Big A'? Please tell me it was 'Big A.'"

She had started to become a regular visitor at the breakfast table, which meant more time for Lucy to spend interrogating her on everything and anything about Lockwood. Even George had joined in briefly; it was too good of an opportunity to pass up for an enigma like Lockwood. All the while, he anxiously flitted around, on guard to brush off anything too incriminating.

He carries the kettle away, mildly peeved. "I think that's enough tea for you, Luce." Lucy makes a face behind his back and the girls share a muffled laugh.

"Oh, he hasn't been Anthony for ages." She smiles briefly, but gives Lucy's hand an intentional squeeze, her eyes asking Lucy to not press it. She doesn't realise how Lockwood has suddenly become much more interested in the paper only because she too is avoiding eye contact.

She remembers it like it was yesterday. Her parents had done their best to help Lockwood, but there was only so much they could legally do (not that it stopped her mother from sniffing disapprovingly at every inept social worker that walked up the garden path). It had been after Jessica's funeral, and for once they were both on the same side of the fence: sitting on the steps to the porch. He was wearing a suit that was a bit too big for him, not unlike his daily attire now, and the smell of burnt rubber hung in the air.

"I don't think I want to be Anthony anymore."

It was a decision that never confused her, not even for a minute. Anyone would have needed a reconstruction of identity after going through such traumatic experiences at an age as young as his. Adjusting to the change had been surprisingly smooth too; he didn't look much like Anthony after that day either. But it was bone-deep agony to watch time drip by, like lazy honey, and only being able to hope that he was getting happier.

Lucy picks up on the hint and starts asking George about the rooms they need to tackle today. Meanwhile, she walks past the kitchen window, nearly bumping into Lockwood. They breathe a reflexive apology and laugh lightly. Her eyes land on the angry red cut on his forehead.

"How's the-?"

"Oh, it's fine. Just a scrape. I've had worse."

"Aw, you poor baby."

Lockwood laughs weakly as she gently tugs at the skin near the cut, which at least seemed to be better than the previous night. When looks away she notices the pink tinge to the tips of his ears. She frowns at the slightly ajar window, closing it firmly. There still was a chill in the air from the frost that hadn't completely melted away yet.

True to his word, Lockwood comes home with a broken wrist a few days later. George is rather miffed and Lockwood insists that he's making it sound worse than it actually was, but that doesn't stop her from wincing when George claims he heard the snap of his bone from the floor below. Despite Lucy's insistence that he had survived much worse, she can't help but fret over him a little.

"I can pour my soup myself, you know."

"Yes, yes, you're a big strong man who needs no help. Now go sit down, I'll bring your toast." It might have been more convincing if she hadn't been absent-mindedly muttering, or even without the pat on his head, but he still took his seat at the table, not entirely unhappy. George had managed to wrestle him into his bed in the afternoon and his body finally succumbed to the beckoning of sleep, making him sleep through dinner. It was just the two of them in the kitchen, one anxiously watching the other sip their soup.

"Really, you didn't need to do this. It's no trouble on my wrist."

"Lockwood, the doctor said not to put any pressure on it. It is, by definition, trouble on your wrist."

He sighs, frowning at how she worries her bottom lip. "You're not...doing this out of guilt, or something, are you?"

She opens her mouth to deny it, to say how preposterous such a suggestion is, but her protests die on her lips. She takes a shaky breath.

"I was thinking about the days after...you know. How exhausted and lonely you must have been. How I didn't care enough to visit you more, to even cross that fence, unless it was to come running to you with my own silly problems."

"Y/N," he looks like he wants to smile but is trying not to for the benefit of the situation, and it rubs salt in her wound. "Of course you cared. You were just a kid, acting like kids do."

"I yelled at you about Noah when I was 16. 16."

"And I appreciated it. You gave me something more normal to be mad about. You made me feel like a teenager again." He reaches out and covers her hand with his uninjured one. "And I don't ever want you feeling like any of your problems is too tiny or insignificant to bother me with. I'm your neighbour, what else am I good for?"

She gives him a watery smile, feeling the tension that had been bunching around her temples all afternoon start to dissolve. He always knew just what to say, the ointment to every wound and scratch. He made it easier to live, easier to breathe.

"Wait, where's Lockwood?"

"Going down to Arif's."

"With a broken wrist?"

"He still has his left hand!" Lucy calls after her, but she's too busy scrambling for a pair of mittens and hurrying to the front door. Luckily, she catches him just as he's about to head out, and a smile cracks open on his face when he sees her.

"Everything alright?"

"You forgot your mittens."

He eyes the patterned woollens in her hands. "Y/N. I haven't worn mittens since I was...six, maybe."

"Obviously, since that's about how long they've been collecting dust in your old coat - which, by the way, is in no shape for the Salvation Army. You didn't set it on fire, did you?"

"Look, when it comes to fires, I may have an affinity for them but not necessa-"

"Fine. Just wear the mittens."

"I'll only be a minute! What's the worst that could happen?"

"Oh, yes, because a cold is exactly what you need on top of a snapped wrist and cut." She holds the mittens out expectantly, and he reluctantly takes them. They spend a few awkward minutes trying to figure out how to get them on without his cast getting in the way, and Lockwood nearly drops them when he gets startled by the brush of her fingertips on his palm, until she decisively puts them on his hands herself. When she looks up, his ears are tinged red again, as well as his nose.

"See, you're already getting cold. Are you sure I can't go to Arif's for you?"

They hear a scoff from behind, and turn to see George watching them. She looks at him questioningly but he ambles past her to the kitchen, muttering words under his breath she couldn't quite understand. Lockwood takes advantage of the pause in her fussing and steps out before she can continue protesting, but the sight of the mittens securely pulled over his fingers gives her some relief.

George turns his snigger into a poorly concealed cough.

"What now?"

"If you keep kissing his scrapes better, he'll throw himself off a cliff one of these days."

"George." Lucy admonishes him while she tries to settle the awkard swooping sensation in her chest.

"It's true and you know it."

Lucy nods awkwardly at her. "I mean...he's got a point."

When she thinks about it, it makes her feel funny in a way she can't deicide.

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Later that evening, she's sitting on her porch, brooding, when Lockwood leans over the fence.

"Home so soon?"

"Thought I'd come here for some quiet thinking."

He nods affably, his flyaway hair gleaming in the setting sun. "You left your cards in the living room."

"Come on over," she says unexpectedly, possessed by a sudden desire to be close to him. It surprises her as much as him, but as she watches him walk out of his own gate, and strangely walk into her gate, the foreign sight reassures her with a distant sense of familiarity. She had been on so many crazy misadventures, but they all led her back to the same place: in his arms. Maybe the universe had grown hoarse from yelling at her to open her eyes to what was right in front of her.

He sits down next to her and hands her the cards. She looks at the quiet face of Anthony hiding inside the sallow face in front of hers, and marvels at how the same time that put her through hell as a child had somewhat healed his wounds. She puts them to the side and links her fingers in his, resting her head on his shoulder as their breath misted in the chill.

"Remember that summer at the yogurt shop?" She feels him relax against her as he hums in agreement. "You looked so fresh in your teal shirt."

"I wondered what you were doing, sitting under that tree all day. Was it really just to watch Noah all day?"

She shrugs. "Maybe. It was a weird sort of year. I had this restlessness in me...this desire to sit outside in the world and wait for things to start happening to me. For someone to find me and for my life to begin." She shifts, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Speaking of Noah...did you know he got married last year?"

"Someone wanted to marry Noah Lewis?"

"You say things like that as if I wasn't ready to have his children just two years ago."

"To be fair, you weren't the brightest two years ago."

"Anyway, they're expecting a child. Him and his wife. I even sent him a baby shower gift."

"A gift? What, TNT?"

She laughs into his shoulder, and she can feel him metaphorically swelling with pride. And when she stops laughing, there is nothing to distract her from the dull ache in her heart, the string that tugged at it as it desperately reached for Lockwood's. Lockwood, who invigorated her spirit and quelled her anxieties, who was the balmy breeze on a warm summer evening, who smelt of a pleasantly sharp soap. She stumbled and fell a million times with all the wrong people in all the wrong places, but now she felt as though she were being reeled home by the invisible string that permanently and irrevocably tied her to him.

She looks up at the sky, a thousand different shades of blue, purple and pink. The temperature continues to drop, but with Lockwood's arm wrapped around her after a particularly vicious gust of wind, she feels warm enough. She murmurs into his neck and feels the hair at the back of his neck stand against her lips.

"Isn't it just so pretty to think...all along there was some invisible string," she inhales, "tying you...to…me."

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ch3rrybbie · 13 days ago

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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summary: when things take a turn for the worst you begin the question Randall’s interest in you even more than you maybe should👀👀👀

warnings: ANGST BBY!!! panic attack? feeling abandoned, Y/N having one sided beef w Randall Lmaooo.

note from author: tysm for the love on the last part it made me write this today hehehe. i rlly need to crack in w my essay so no part three for a few days but show love and suggestions for the storyline and it might help me write my essay quicker😔😭

It’d been days since you’d been close to Randall.

Touched him. Felt him close.

And the weather sensed this loss, winter was coming.

If you avoided him before now it was almost as if touching him again would hurt. Yet you watched from afar.

There he lounged on the top of the bus king of the castle. “Smug cunt” you scoffed, all feelings whatever that day was, all remnants of a tether were gone you convinced yourself.

But you knew it would come crawling back.

And you’d welcome it.

You heard a laugh from behind. And your tension fled. Donna slung an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder.

“You can finally see what i see huh?”

You hummed. But a part of your heart wanted him and that was worse to lust was one thing but to want his warmth beside you. To want to call him yours was something in if itself.

As if he could sense you suddenly he was looking. Jim came along to chat to Donna and you just walked away as that was all there was left to do.

You didn’t like the way he stared down Donna.

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After hearing Donna was last seen with Randall was missing too close to sunset you followed your gut and headed for the woods.

“What the FUCK” you exclaimed as shock sank in.

Donna relaxed at the sight of you, even though she was tied to a tree.

You went to run to her and Randall turned brandishing his hunting knife yet he hesitated.

You scoffed and hit his hand out of the way untying Donna.

Boyd soon rounded the corner gun methodically pointed at Randall.

“You gonna shoot me?” Randall scoffed.

You stepped in front knowing he would do what was necessary to stop anyone who would put someone else in danger and you couldn’t let that happen

“Boyd he’s just confused let’s get in the van and go”

“Alright” Boyd sighed, “but we don’t have long who has the keys?”

“Oh you mean these keys?” your heart sunk at his voice.

You watched his smug face after he threw the keys and shrugged proclaiming you’d have to stay the night.

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Jim lit the lantern and you regained some semblance of bravery as you settled into the overturned RV.

Randall watched you casually as he slumped against the wall. You turned your head and missed the hurt flash across his face.

His attention soon turned to berating Jim and you were too zoned out to even listen in. You had your head in your hands. We were gonna die in here. You were gonna die and listen to them all be torn apart and they’d save you for last. They’d make you watch and listen. Your breaths heaved in and out as Donna attempted to calm you her hand rubbing your back and stroking your cheek, “Honey come on come on calm down,please” she begged.

Embarrassed your breathing returned to normal and you realised Randall was in cuffs,his hands reaching out of his lap to graze yous.

Donna slapped his hands away and you couldn’t help but laugh. At least there was some humour to be found in the situation.

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The situation was escalating fast Randall had ignored Donna, Boyd and now you in convincing him of the impending doom you were all subject to.

“You don’t believe we’re in any danger, huh?!” you yelled.

You paused

“Let me stay outside then” you said determinedly

Jim, Boyd and Donna exclaimed “No!” in unison.

You persisted

“Come on Randall if you think there’s no real danger let me outside”

It was Randall’s turn to stop you.

His looming figure blocked your path as you went to the window.

You went to step around him and he lightly shoved you back.

You bristled.

“You were about to leave Donna to die but you won’t tie me up huh!? come on tie me up and leave me to then you’d love that huh you sick fuck!” you exclaimed.

His face visibly winced and he seemed to deflate. He sat back down dejectedly.

Boyd continued loading his bullets with the creatures bile.

Sensing Randall’s hurt at your venom you opened your mouth to apologise but Donna interrupted you.

“Why not let him go out there and shoot it” Donna threw out.

“Donna” you reprimanded her as your head snapped towards her voice. As much as the two hated each other you couldn’t bear to think she’d want to watch him die.

“Fuck you” Randall threw at her.

“Fuck you” Donna mimicked back.

Boyd held the gun to Randall, “Well?”

Exasperated you muttered “You can’t be serious Boyd”.

A screech sounded in the distance and you all froze.

“They’re coming” Jim said hurriedly

Randall held up his cuffs and Boyd unlocked them.

You lost it and started to beg and kneeled beside him looking up through teary lashes, “Randall please don’t do this, don’t be stupid, you don’t understand”.

He shrugged you off and stood up.

“What the fuck, they’ve stopped” Donna exclaimed

The radio started to play the sound of a music box.

Everyone turned horrified staring at the pieces of the radio that were somehow playing the melody.

“Those are pieces of junk how the fuck is it doing that” Randall asked finally scared.

“When that music stops bad shit follows” Boyd whispered.

Your heart hammered and thumps sounded from below, the lights flashed in and out.

“Fuck this” Randall grabbed a screwdriver and went to leave he turned pausing and held out his hand to you. You pleaded with him to stay and went to grab him to pull him back but before you could Donna dragged you back towards her with you thrashing in her arms you watched him flee out the window.

The four of you ran to the van and you found yourself sobbing in the back seat fretfully looking for Randall out the window.

They would tear him apart.

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As soon as dawn came you grabbed Donna and begged to have her help you look for him. He had to still be alive. he had to.

you felt it.

The can had barely lulled to a stop and you tore out taking off into the woods. Donna, Elgin and Dale not far behind. “Y/N!” Donna yelled, “Slow down!”.

And you saw him. Still as snow and splayed out amongst the leaves. You didn’t care who saw you ran to him and shook him as hard as you could. Sense had left you and panic instilled.

He couldn’t be dead.

The others approached and Donna took his pulse and proclaimed he was alive. You felt sense rush back to you.

You attempted to drag him, “Come on we need to get him back to the van and to Kristen”.

The others saw what you didn’t he was rousing, and let out a blood curdling howl of a scream.

You once again dropped to your knees and stroked his cheek telling him that he was fine and that he was safe, anything you could to stop his screaming.

You would pay to never hear that again.

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Donna had refused to let Randall stay in colony house much to your fury.

Kristen and Boyd yet again warned you not to sleep and to watch over him whilst they figured it out. And soon enough you were left alone with him.

You sunk to your knees beside his bed and begged him to come back to you. Telling him you wanted him to come back.

In the hours it took for boyd to break the curse you paced and wiped his brow and read to him.

Until you heard a knock at the door. You ran smiling happy to welcome Boyd back to wake Randall up. You swung the door open.

It was Laine.

The reckoning for your delusion had come.

You faked a smile, “Laine hi what brings you here?”

“Hey Y/N, i heard Randall was here and i thought i’d come by” she shyly smiled.

“Of course!” you threw back.

Your heart felt trampled on. Even under a mystical coma he hurt you.

You welcomed her in and left them alone.

You eventually decided to spy from the doorway.

She looked at him the same way you did.

She held his hand and kissed it. She spoke softly, softer than you ever had to him.

Tears blurred your vision as he once again roused and you felt sick.

He sat up gasping for air desperately searching the room for someone and she lept onto him. Kissing his cheeks and smelling his scent in.

You felt yourself running and burst out your back door sobbing.

You ran into the woods. The same woods he’d gently caressed and kissed you in. The same woods you let your desire, your need, your want known to him.

Here you had to push it down. You would not make the mistake of showing it again to him.

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Your found your tears drying and a need to fill this ache.

The hot burn of the shitty liquor from the shack Jade claimed dominion over was perfect. The alcohol licked your tears dry and filled you with warmth.

The bell tolled in the distance. And you stumbled home drunk.

Bumping into Kenny and unable to explain your tears he encased you in a much needed hug and shuttled you back home. He left you with a heartwarming yet knowing smile. You supposed he has the same thing going on with Kristen.

The house was empty. They were gone. He was gone.

The alcohols warmth abandoned you at the thought.

You crawled into bed in nothing but underwear and sobbed. It smelt exactly like him except now you were vulnerable one.

Laine was everything you weren’t and everything he wanted. That was fine he didn’t owe you anything as you’d said. But it didn’t stop you from wanting it. You were clearly just a quick fuck to him and Laine was worth persuing. I mean what had he even don’t to show you interest? Lusty stares and arguements with your adoptive mother? Had he tried to see you again after your encounter in the woods? Hunted you down to speak?Invited himself over?Left you flowers? A note? Anything?

You cried and let the warmth of tears lull you into sleep.

His smell made you dream of him.

The two of you were in bed breathing heavy and smiling, he stroked your cheek before Laine walked in the room and led him away.

Hand in hand.

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kotias · 18 days ago

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2024 fic roundup

Thank you @eybefioro for the tag!

Well well well, end-of-year check-up, huh!

What fandoms do you write in?

Oof. I'll do the exhaustive list + the 2024 list specifically.

2024 list:

Good Omens

Deadpool / Marvel

One Piece

Exhaustive list since my beginnings in 2005, in addition to the above:

Dragon Ball

Eyeshield 21

Harry Potter

Naruto

Avatar: the Last Airbender

FFXIV

How many words have you published in 2024?

Published? Damn it xD

Okay, so, I'm going to gratuitously add the words for an epic secret project, as those will be published for 2024 hehehe.

I will not count the CYOA into the mix, as it is not representative of the actual amount I wrote; I did write a few bits, but in the grand scheme of that collab, I pretty much wrote nothing.

96,881 words!

To which I'm adding around 20k words for the epic secret project, so this leads us to a total of... 116,881 words!

Well, fuck, that's a lot.

/oggles at her WIP folder with 200k+ words of WIPs

I'll also link this slightly different count I did in September.

Hum. Guess I know how much I'll have for 2025 huh :D

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Second greatest: getting properly back into writing.

After 8 years of writing slump keeping me at a tiny 3k words a year, this is simply unbelievable to me that I'm sometimes able to churn out that much in a single day.

First greatest achievement:

The epic secret project that you will hear all about very soon. I loved working on it and seeing it take such vibrant colours and life. It is my baby, and I am feeling genuinely sad that we are reaching the end of this project.

What are your favourite top three fics you wrote this year?

Warzone , a Poolverine fic (Marvel, Deadpool & Wolverine). Summary:

Being a mutant sucks, sometimes. Sometimes, your cells will battle one another to the death, leaving you sobbing in your bed. Or out of it. Fully naked, in the middle of Blind Al's living room.

I really had a lot of fun working on it; this is the ultimate fic format to me, it has hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic bliss, smut, and becomes a songfic. If you want to read something that has my writing identity all over it, this is the one.

Dance Our Night Away , an Ineffable Husbands fic (Good Omens), inspired by @gleafer 's art. Summary:

1944, 29th of February - leap year. Crowley and Aziraphale are invited to a ballroom dance party, and will dance- but angels don't dance, do they?

A light fic, just dancing together in a ballroom on some Frank Sinatra, was is there not to like?

My Arum Lily , an Ineffable Husbands fic (Good Omens), written for gcaledonian on the @goodomensafterdark subreddit. Summary:

Hoowee, laudanum! Last time Crowley does that!

This is 8k words of indulgent porn, I cannot say more than that, because the plot does not exist. This was written for gcaledonian over 2 months in a group chat we shared, advancing with each new prompt she gave me, until I decided I was done.

I then decided to do her a surprise: I had it beta'd, and had 7 remarkable artists do art to illustrate it.

This is The Cemetery Porn. If you like muttonchops, wings, cemetery sex, this is the fic for you.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

The goddamn epic secret project that I can say nothing about yet!! It has been so important to this year to me that I simply cannot not talk about it in every way. This is a crazy adventure that brought me to the greatest highs and weirdest lows, but holy shit you guys, it is gorgeous.

What have you learned?

I have learned that by being indulgent, I get other people to be indulgent with me. /whispers epic secret project

It is crazy what I managed to do, genuinely, and I still have a very hard time processing the fact that I managed to pull so many crazy people in my crazy projects. It's just... wow. Thank you, whoever is reading this and recognising yourself. I love you so much.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Pièce Montée, a Sanji/Pudding (One Piece) fic. I'm not letting it go, it's kinda taking the dust here but I'm keeping it alive with some strong CPR, don't worry, it's alive, I'll do something with it hahahahahahahaha

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I'm not the best at doing it; after a while, I just... lose concentration and forget to continue.

But, I beta'd for a while this fic: What Have I Lost? it is very good, very worth the read if you haven't!

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Oh wait, let me pull out my fic folder spreadsheet...

Okay, let's go.

Continuing Sheltered Scars, a tattoo AU for the Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), where Crowley is a new tattoo artist arriving in London, and Aziraphale is an art gallery holder who is a war veteran. I'm very happy with the concept, but have a hard time concentrating long enough to continue, I have to get back to it.

Continuing the edits on Down the Path of Sin, co-written with @daneecastle in a huge-ass RP and that will be added to the multiverse of her Reversed Veil of Worlds. So proud of what we did with it, it's an epic story deserving to be out there.

Writing the Ineffable Rockstars AU fic planned out with @daneecastle , @elenthyaolyenths , @vavoom-sorted-art ; expect around 15k words of it, and it's going to be so great :D

According to my spreadsheet, I should get back to Pièce Montée (see above) and to Tanabata, an Eyeshield 21 fic project that is set 10 years after the end of the story of the manga.

Those are the active WIPs. Now for the plot bunnies running havoc in my brain and waiting for an out...

Miscellaneous fandom (whichever will inspire me to make it happen): University AU - outgoing student officer x professor. This is a pure catharsis fic idea, as I'm an outgoing student officer in a university and sometimes I just need the out.

Deadpool & Wolverine fandom: Streamers AU - Logan with his headset that has like cat ears on it, his streamer name is LHowlett, but his gaming name on any platform is Wolverine. Has a daughter (Laura) who helps him out on raids, but despite his older age, he's clearly an absolute beast at gaming. People follow him because he's got a foul mouth, an absolute jerk to his friends but somehow the sweetest sweetheart when they pick up a new one on party finder- so basically, a golden mentor to new people. The X-Men are his raid party. One day, somebody is missing and they go on Party Finder to get somebody for the empty slot, and stumble on Wade. Logan complains the entire time because Wade isn't a very good listener (annoying for a raid lead) and an absolute chaos gremlin during the raid, but the stream watchers see him chuckle silently and grin for the entire session and soon enough start demanding to see that Dead Pool guy again.

Deadpool & Wolverine fandom: Consequences of the Time Ripper, they swapped and regenerated from the time ripper into each other's bodies, then swapped back pretty quickly but that was weird huh. And then it happens again. And again. And again. And they're very confused as to why, especially as it feels like random times, like they're just watching a movie and Wade bumps a foot against Logan and SWAP - I can imagine the thing feeling like a hiccup that continues for too long and after the 6-7th swap they're just "OH COME ON"! And like any good soulmate story, this finally stops when they get their shit together and finally become a couple and put the label on it. Aka: a 5 times/1 time, like "Five times Wade and Logan body swap, and one time they understand why"

Deadpool & Wolverine fandom, longfic, outlined: Baby Mine, Wade and Logan are looking to adopt; but with their situation and appearances (gay mutant couple, with strange schedules and Wade looking scary to humans), no agency really gives them a chance. One day however, Vanessa calls them, asking if they're still looking to adopt. One of her friends was found dead in her apartment, leaving behind her young baby. They do adopt the girl, and call her Ellie. Fic centered around Ellie's birthdays and other big life events as she grows up.

I... I think that should make up for most of my 2025 year.

Who do you want to thank?

Damn. Where do I even start?

First, thank you to @daneecastle for bringing me into a community that allowed me to meet so many people it was almost overwhelming. I never had so much of a feeling of a community, never met so many fandom people and I have you to thank for it, love.

Then of course comes @goodomensafterdark that brought so many good things to me, such a vibrant and beautiful and gorgeous community, I love seeing it thrive like it is. As a result, thank you to @vavoom-sorted-art for yelling loud enough in my ears about that community to push me to slide into it during the angst war.

I also have to thank all my fellow writers and artists working so hard and so diligently on that project. Thank you all so much, you do not realise how honoured I am that you all trusted me with it. Thus, as the representatives of that joyous bunch... enormous thank you to: @theravenmuse , @eybefioro , @whatareyou42 , @gaiaseyes451 , @theonewiththeshippinggoogles , @quona for being fantastic wranglers with me. Thank you. Thank you so much.

More exhaustive thanks for this crazy team will come in due time. I have feelings, alright?

#writing

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dkakapizzaboy · 2 years ago

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Heheh jealous wonwoo in a library

Thank you for the ask Nana💕, sorry it took so long :(

Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem Reader

Category: Suggestive, MINORS DNI

Taglist: @junhui-recs @drunk-on-dk @enhacolor @wonuhour (if you guys don’t want to be tagged in such short drabbles, please lmk 💕)

Wonwoo and you shared a passion for books. Even though you both enjoyed collecting books, you equally enjoyed your trips to the local library. Discovering an unknown book, going through the slightly yellow, aged pages, checking the year it came to life and finding random people’s sometimes bizarre bookmarks inside (see: blood donation card) were probably some of your favourite things about library books.

On this trip however, Wonwoo couldn’t really enjoy any of these beautiful tidbits as his mind and eyes kept coming back to you and some random guy who was trying to chat you up. He saw you, from the autobiography aisle, and since the library was mostly empty, he could somewhat piece together what you and the bozo were whispering about. Apparently, and very luckily, he’d approached you in your favourite corner of the library, the mystery fiction section, feigning ignorance about navigation and authors, asking for recommendations. Wonwoo wouldn’t have been so bothered by it had he not made it glaringly obvious that books were the last thing on his mind as he kept staring at your ass every time you turned to the shelf to pick up and recommend a book.

After trying (and failing) to ignore it, Wonwoo made his way to you, determined to let this person know he stood no chance with you. Wonwoo, by nature, was not a confrontational person. So, he just simply came up next to you and slid his hand in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Hey babe, found a book that you like?” He said, smiling almost condescendingly at the guy next to you.

You answered a surprised yes, a little baffled by his boldness. The guy next to you quickly thanked you for your help and practically ran away as soon as he saw your boyfriend.

Even after the guy had left, Wonwoo didn’t remove his hand from your back pocket, the warmth of his palm and fingers on you right cheek had now started to make you squirm.

The librarian gave the pair of you a stern look while issuing you your books, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment but wonwoo pretended not to notice, his fingers had now slightly curled to fit the curve of your ass better.

As you were walking out, Wonwoo quietly leaned down as he softly pinched your ass over your denims and growled in your ear,

“I know you knew what that guy was doing. Just wait till we get home, I’ll make you forget how to even talk, much less recommend.”

#svthub #svt fic #svt smut #wonwoo #seventeen #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x you #jeon wonwoo #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen smut #Sam writes svt #hard hours!

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moon4nge1 · 1 year ago

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- Rintarō Suna Headcanons!!

✧ ☽ ✧

His Features/Expressions!

⤻ deadpan 24/7 -he deals with the Miyas too much for anything to faze him anymore.

⤻ lazy grin 100% -cannot tell me otherwise! Instead of actually smiling, he often opts for this!

⤻ dimples -I can actually see him having like a soft outline of dimples when he grins! Only his close friends know of this.

⤻ a vein when he laughs! -when he actually laughs hard, a vein can be seen appearing on his forehead! Only Samu and Tsumu know if this! Rin had dared Tsumu to go pull a random dudes toupee off. Thinking he would do it, Tsumu proved him wrong. It caught both, Rin and Samu, so off guard that Rin had tears brimming his eyes!

His Phone!

⤻ camera roll consists of!

- snarky memes/memes in general to send to the group chats!

- vidoes of Osamu + Atsumu fighting/goofing around to show Kita later.

- blurry pictures of Kita; Rins multiple attempts at trying to get dirt on his captain.

⤻ playlist!

- plays this daily! Mostly when the Miyas are being annoying, hence the name.

- main artists! Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourbood, The Weeknd, and Chase Atlantic

- others! Brent Faiyaz, Cigarettes After Sex, Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony, slow and reverb; he likes to change it up once and while

- let’s not forget the load of thirsty songs that appear here and there!

Lover Boy!

⤻ pda boy! -he loves to do pda, he doesn’t care! Let the people see how much he loves you. He’ll hold hands, kiss you, pull you close; whatever you want to do, he’ll do it!

⤻ low-key romantic -you honestly didn’t expect this from him! He is surprisingly romantic with a lot of things! Like he’ll plan dates that just take your breath away, or make you a lovely bath for when your stressed! He’s even more romantic in bed, heheh.

⤻ “pretty girl” , “darling” , “baby” -his most frequently used pet names for you!

⤻ late night dates + grocery store dates>> -LISTEN!! I can totally imagine Rin standing behind you in an aisle. His arms are lazily wrapped around you, his chin resting on you shoulder as the two of you compare two items; in no hurry to leave the store anytime soon. These grocery store runs will only happen early morning or late at night! The reason being is because there’s less people crowding the aisles!

✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I had accidentally deleted my account! So I’m having to rewrite everything! If you had already saw this, then I would appreciate it if you liked it again! T-T

#moon4nge1 #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna x you #suna x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu suna #suna headcanons #suna rintarō #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rinatro #✧ -suna

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giveafike · 2 months ago

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Can I request a Ben Shelton x fem reader where the reader is plus sized and also a tennis player and dating Ben and gets hate from like the public or another tennis player and Ben like stands up for her and then like re assures her? Just fluff.

TLDR: Little story of Challengers plus-sized fem!tennisplayer x Ben. Confident girl (period!), sharp and smart w it and yk Ben's got ur back too.

Word count + info: 1.8k - Dialogue too!

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, backhanded comments about size, if that's a trigger, proceed w caution (dw ben defends ;) )

Azzie Notes ✚: why yes ofc you can request bb!

for whatever reason, tumblr just would NOT save this blurb and I had to rewrite and save it elsewhere n all, chat it was so annoying but anyways, technical difficulties aside, this was such a fun, little write hehehe I hope u enjoy, anon!

It's nice to write shorter stories/blurbs and about not-pro players every now n then : ) SEND IN MORE REQUESTS!! I love writing hehehheehe <33

I'd love to write a fanfic (suggestive SFW preferably) w a reader name and character description, like I could do SOOO much more, someone pls req, so I can storyboard and draft up stuff!!!

Also, #azzie asks for anon talks, do we want to hear me yap? Ask questions if so, otherwise I’ll stick to notes here and normal writing :/

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Your Corner - B.T.S.

The court was hot beneath your shoes as you lined up for a match point in the semifinals. It had been a gruelling few hours, hard-fought points, long rallies, but this was your moment. You bounced the ball at the baseline, taking a steadying breath before tossing it into the air. The world seemed to hold its breath as you struck your serve, a powerful delivery that left your opponent scrambling.

Her return was weak, setting up just how you wanted it. Without hesitation, you sent a forehand screaming down the line for a winner.

"Game, Y/L/N!" the umpire's voice boomed, and the crowd roared.

You let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the reality that you'd just secured your place in this Challengers finals. It was a huge moment, one you'd dreamed about for years. It took so much grafting, grinding and work to get to where you are and this was testament that you’re moving forward.

But beneath the pride, there was something else that lurked, something darker, heavier. The whispers, the comments. The side statements about you not "fitting the typical mold" of a tennis player or backhanded compliments about how “you’re doing well for a woman like yourself”. They always seemed to follow you, lingering even in your victories, mixing into bittersweetness.

As you approached the net for the customary handshake, your opponent forced a smile.

"Nice match” she said, but her tone carried a subtle edge as she eyed you up and down. "You really know how to throw your weight around out there. Makes it tough for the rest of us, you know?"

It stung the familiar backhanded compliment from your own opponent, someone supposed to be an equal to you but low enough to make a dig disguised as praise. You met her gaze evenly and returned a fake smile. "Yeah, hard work tends to do that. Maybe next year you’ll understand".

The comment stayed with you as you left the court, even as the applause rang in your ears. You were used to comments like that and you always kept yourself standing your ground, but it didn’t mean they didn’t hurt or get at you a bit. Not everyone understood the dedication and effort you put in.

But Ben did.

He was waiting for you outside the locker room, leaning casually against the wall with a proud grin on his face. His tall frame, relaxed posture, and ever-present easygoing smile had a way of making you feel instantly lighter.

"There she is!” he said, his voice drawling thick and warm. He pulled you into his arms as soon as you were close enough, holding you tight, kissing the top of your head as his arms held you. “That was unbelievable out there. You were on fire."

You sighed into his chest, feeling the weight of the day melt away. "Thanks. But, of course, there were comments," you mumbled, voice muffled against him. "You know how it goes."

Ben being your boyfriend learned how you felt and how these things go over time. Despite him getting angry and agitated at first, he learned how to control himself and lead with poise, rather than start an argument or threaten a fight. He loved you more than anything, so he couldn’t fathom why people were so concerned about your appearance above anything else, when to him you were beautiful and skilled, amongst so many other qualities. He sighed and leaned back, his brow furrowed in concern. "Yeah? What’d they say this time?"

You shook your head, not wanting to give the remarks any more power than they deserved. "Same old stuff. About how I 'throw my weight around' or how my power gives me some kind of advantage."

Ben’s jaw tightened and fist clenched a bit, his protectiveness kicking in. He bit his tongue and shook his head, "You know none of that shit matters, right? You’re here because you deserve to be. You’re in the finals because you're one of the best players out there."

His words were soothing, but the doubt still lingered. "I know," you admitted softly. "It’s just hard sometimes. Feels like no matter how hard I work, they’ll always have something to say. Or take my win and take it as something more than meets the eye". You sighed as you leaned against the wall.

Ben cupped your face in his hands, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. "Look, I don’t care what anyone says. You’re more than some 'advantage.' You're a force with pure, raw talent and skill on that court. And no one can take that away from you. I see how much effort you put in every single day."

He leaned down, pressing his lips softly to your forehead before kissing your lips softly, in a gesture that made you feel grounded and safe. "You’ve got this," he whispered against your skin. "You’re my girl. You're unstoppable."

You hummed against his lips, closing your eyes softly as you nodded, feeling tension lift. You both left together, to mentally recharge and prepare for the finals.

The morning of the final match was buzzing with energy, and while you were back in the locker room mentally preparing, Ben was making the rounds outside, fielding questions from reporters. The media had taken quite an interest in your relationship recently, especially since Ben was considered a US Seed on the ATP tour and now that you were heading into the finals of a major Challenger event.

As Ben stood on the sidelines, watching the warm up, a few reporters approached him. He was used to this by now; questions about your relationship, his own career, and the inevitable attempt to stir up drama. Still, he handled it with his usual laid-back charm, trying not to let anything or anyone get under his skin.

"Ben, can we get a quick word?" one of the reporters asked, holding up a microphone.

"Y/N’s in the final today, a big moment for her career. How are you feeling about her chances?" Ben smiled, his accent curling around the words as he spoke, unable to hide his love and excitement for you, his gummy smile wide. "I’m so excited, man. She’s worked so hard to get here, and I know she’s ready. I’ve seen her push herself day in and day out, so I’m just proud she’s made it this far. No matter what happens out there, she’s already won in my eyes."

The reporter nodded but quickly shifted the angle, clearly fishing for more. "A lot of people are saying Y/N’s been playing above her level recently, especially with you as such a close support. Some might say having a pro player as a boyfriend is giving her a bit of an …unfair advantage… an edge. What do you think about that?"

Ben's smile faded into something a little sharper. His voice remained calm, but there was an undeniable edge of seriousness as he responded, his eyes narrowed as he took his hand out as he talked. "Listen, Y/N’s success has nothing to do with me being in her corner. She’s earned everything. I might cheer her on, but I’m not the one down here grinding every day. Challengers are tough, and she’s been keepin’ her head up. People love to downplay her achievements, but they don’t see the hours she puts in or how dedicated she is to her craft. She’s in this final because she’s the best out there, period." The reporter, sensing the shift in Ben’s tone, tried again. "Right, of course. But as a couple, how does it feel to see her on this big stage? Do you think your relationship helps her stay focused, or does it ever add pressure?"

Ben took a moment, his expression softening. "I think we both help each other stay grounded. It’s not about pressure, if anything, it’s the opposite. We get to lean on each other in ways a lot of people don’t understand. But when she’s out there on the court? That’s all her. I’m just lucky to be the guy who gets to watch her shine”.

The questioning wasn’t done yet, though. "So, today’s a big day for her. What’s next for you two if she wins this thing? Are we talking celebration, big plans?" the reporter pressed, trying to turn the conversation into something light-hearted.

Ben chuckled softly. "I think the only plan is celebrating her hard work, win or lose. But, you know, I’m already so proud of my girl. The finals just mean the world’s catching up to what I’ve known all along; she’s incredible."

The interview wrapped up, and Ben headed back to the player area. His words, though, had already spread, making their way to you as you sat in the quiet of the locker room, preparing for the biggest match of your career. Hearing that he had spoken so highly of you, and not just as a partner, but as a player in your own right made your heart swell.

The final match was nothing short of intense. Every point felt like it could be the turning point, each rally stretching longer than the last. The air was thick with pressure, but you fought through it, refusing to back down. With one last powerful serve, the ball hit the line clean, giving you the final point and securing your victory.

The crowd erupted, but your focus was only on one thing, Ben. As you turned to the stands, there he was, beaming from ear to ear, his hands raised to the sky. You were too tired to run, but the smile that broke across your face matched him as you made your way toward him, your heart racing just as fast as it had been during the match. He ran back to make his way inside too, hoping to meet you in the middle.

Ben met you just off the court, pulling you into his arms without a second’s hesitation. The hug was tight, your bodies pressed together, his warmth enveloping you like a shield from the world. His lips found yours in a proper, deep, lingering kiss, one that said more than words could at that moment. It was full of pride, relief, and love, everything you needed to feel after such an exhausting, triumphant day.

"My girl just won that" Ben whispered as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands still firmly around your waist. "I’m so damn proud of you, babe."

You leaned into him, your forehead resting against his chest, taking in the moment. "I couldn’t have done it without you," you murmured, though you knew, deep down, that wasn’t entirely true. Yes, Ben’s support had been a rock for you, but you were the one who’d fought your way here, just like he said. You were the one that pushed yourself here and you were the one on court, but mentally, Ben kept you sane.

He pulled back slightly, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him again. "Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You did this. You’ve been proving them wrong all along. I’m just here, lucky enough to watch you do it."

The noise of the crowd began to settle, and as the cameras flashed around you, the two of you stayed in your bubble, lost in the quiet, personal victory.

Back in the locker room after the match, you sat down on the bench, letting the exhaustion finally sink in. Your muscles were aching, but it was a good ache, a reminder of everything you had just achieved. Ben followed you in shortly after, leaning against the lockers with a proud grin still plastered on his face as he sauntered with a bottle of champagne.

"How ya feelin’, champ?" he asked, his voice light but full of warmth.

You looked up at him, biting back a smile, the weight of the day settling in. "It feels… unreal. I don’t know if it’s sunk in yet."

He crossed the room in a few strides and crouched down in front of you, his hands gently resting on your knees. "You were incredible out there. And I mean it, every word I said earlier. You’re here because you’ve earned it, because you’re the best. In no time you’ll go pro and then we can play mixed doubles and make out in between sets and all".

You smiled, rolling your eyes as you playfully shove his shoulder, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. He always knew just how to lift you up, how to remind you of your strength when the world tried to diminish it. "And I love you" you whispered softly. "For always believing in me and for having my back."

Ben leaned in, his lips brushing against yours once more, but this kiss was soft, sweet, and full of promise. "I’ll always be in your corner. Don’t ever doubt that."

As you sat there in the quiet of the locker room, with Ben by your side as he popped the champagne bottle open, the doubts that had tried to creep in earlier felt distant.

You weren’t just defined by the whispers, the remarks, or even your victories. You were more than all of that, and with Ben’s unwavering support, you knew you were ready for whatever or whoever came next.

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