#my heart is so fast rn and I'm shaking

[xylocope]

hornet sentinel is one of the worst bosses in the game actually

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

No doubt jakeyn has my heart ☹️☹️ could i req a scenario about them having to babysit a niece/nephew and they get baby fever from it..... and possibly discuss about starting a family one day?

& this request! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ oh my gosh this is so freaking sweet stfu rn...this is ADORABLE. oh im crying jakeyn as parents one day??? the most chaotic, but yet, cutest parent duo ever.

──── ONE DAY 🍼☁️🧸 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

"She's too fast," Jake's skidding to a full stop in front of you, hands braced on his knees as he pants, breath heaving, but still—he's smiling. Like his heart has never been so full.

Down the hall—your two-year-old-niece shrieks with laughter, her tiny feet pounding against the floor as she disappears into the bedroom, giggling like the maniac she is.

"She's impossible to catch," Jake chuckles, shaking his head as he watches her turn the corner and into the room, eyes wide with defeat.

You giggle, your hands occupied with assembling three slightly lopsided PB&Js, "You need to get her here for lunch."

"And I will," he promises between wheezes.

You reach across the kitchen counter and hand him a juice box—which he opens and takes a sip from, "Thanks, baby."

"I gave that to you to give to her, but okay. Sure."

An hour later, the three of you are tucked into the couch—your niece curled up fast asleep on Jake's chest, tiny fingers still clutching the fabric of his hoodie.

Her empty juice box abandoned on the floor.

Untouched crusts of her sandwich on the coffee table.

Bluey humming quietly from the TV across from you three.

Jake's stroking her hair gently. Your head rests on his shoulder, your breathes matching his own.

Everything smells of faint peanut butter and baby shampoo.

You glance up at your boyfriend—all soft, quiet, warm, his eyes looking down, watching your niece sleep like she's made of glass and gold.

You smile.

"You're a natural," you whisper.

Jake's eyes flick to yours. His voice drops, soft and quiet—

"Yeah?"

You nod. "She loves you. She hasn't let go of your hand all afternoon."

He glances down again—at the toddler tucked into him like he's the safest place in her world. Then, he looks back at you.

"I kind of...like this," he murmurs. "Like, I knew I'd love her—she's just like you—but this? This feeling? With you here too?"

You nod softly, your cheek brushing against his shoulder, "Yeah. Me too, Jakey."

There's a beat of quietness. Quietness, softness, everything that feels like home.

The sound of the TV. The soft hum of the air conditioner. And the three of you breathing in sync.

Jake's voice lowers again, like it's meant just for you.

"We'd be really good at this," he says. "One day."

And your heart stutters. With hope. Excitement. Wonder.

You lift your head to look at him, your eyes softening at the view.

His cheeks slightly pink. His lashes brushing the top of his cheeks as he blinks at you—pure and tender, like he's never looked at anything longer.

"Not saying we're anywhere near that," he adds, voice a little shy now. "But...I don't know. Watching you with her today—I just kept thinking. You'd be such a good mom, Y/N."

You grin, "I do already make sure you and the boys take your vitamins."

Jake chuckles, matching your smile, "And you always remind me to drink water."

"And I do your laundry and color-code your side of the closet and help you pick out your outfits."

He laughs again—a breathy, shoulder-shaking sound—and leans in you, nudging your temple with his nose. Your fingers absentmindedly go to twirl the soft ends of your niece's hair, Jake's fingers brushing slightly against your own as he continues brushing through her knots.

"Okay, so maybe I'm already the child," he mutters jokingly. "You'll have plenty of practice already."

You snort, nudging him with your knee, the both of you falling quiet again. Jake's hand reaches for yours, guiding it gently so your fingers overlap across her tiny back—closely holding her together, and—

You're smiling. Like your heart has never been so full.

"I think about it sometimes too," you admit softly. "One day."

Jake looks at you—and his eyes go soft again. Round. Deep.

Like he's falling in love with you all over again.

"Yeah?" he murmurs.

"Yeah," you whisper back. "As long as it's with you."

Later that night, after your niece is picked up and the apartment is clean again—PB&J crusts tossed, stray crayons gathered, juice boxes in the recycling—

Jake wraps you up in his arms and mumbles sleepily against your forehead—

"Five kids. Minimum."

You lift your head, giving him a look that says he's absolutely lost his mind.

"Five?"

"Okay, fine," his eyes still closed, a small grin forming on his lips. "Three. And two dogs. Not including Layla. So...three dogs."

"Mmhm," you drop your head back onto his chest. "You're ambitious."

"I'm in love," he says simply, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Same thing."

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[madamechrissy]

The Last Mad King

Pairings- Satoru Targaryen x F! reader

Warnings - oral sex (f receiving) mating press, breed kink like a mf, psycho satoru, Sapphire the dragon being cute asf, fingering, cum play, overstimulation, MORE breed kink (he needs his targaryen babies dammit!) mentions of violence and torture

Okayyy I decided to make it a series lmao - surprise - @sweetlandspos is making such inspiring art rn I need to carry on!! :')

<<<Part One

Part Two

There were two things that were actually rather lovely about being a newlywed to Satoru Targaryen.

One, riding a fucking dragon.

On your very wedding night, as a man with a flare for the dramatics, Satoru Targaryen made sure that he rode up to that wedding on the back of Sapphire, his hands gently rubbing her neck as he grinned down at you. Sapphire's eyes lit up as she nudged her head, as if she wanted pets.

You nervously stepped forward, brushing your fingers along her scales, and she practically purred in the form of a soft hum, rather sweet for a dragon you watched burn someone. Oh, and she ripped off someone's head - with a cute grin and a lolling tongue, as if she were playing.

You can't help but enjoy her, when Satoru hops down off the saddle he'd had custom made for her, to match her pearly white skin. He hops down and lands right on his feet, he looks majestic in his white robes, holding out a gloved hand for you then, assessing the wedding gown he'd had made.

"Fuck, look at you," he's grinning in that feral, psychotic way again, slipping his fingers across your shoulders, as the wind gently blows your dress around your thighs. "God I can't wait to rip this off you, tear it to pieces."

"I like this dress!" You pout as he throws his head back then, looking at Sapphire.

"Should we let her keep it, baby girl?"

He calls his dragon baby girl?

Sapphire, fast becoming your friend, nods in your agreement, and you smile, and then when you do smile, you make Satoru's heart pound in his chest. "See, she agrees, it's too pretty of a dress."

"Ah, I see, my girls teaming against me," he leans forward, lips pressed against your ear, as if he couldn't have Sapphire hear his next words. "Then I'll just make sure it's filthy, covered in all that cum that'll leak from your cunt."

You gasp, eyeing him and his bright blue eyes, flashing just like his dragon, his big white grin terrifying, your tummy is in knots when he grips your chin, his other hand dancing across the pretty white silk of your gown. You're a flustered mess, much to his clear delight, his chuckle shaking his chest.

"Let's get this on with, I need you in my bed."

The number two good thing about being married to him?

The man ate pussy like he was starved, and he literally skipped your wedding dinner, instead spreading you right on that elegant table and burying his face. The plates and silverware had been shoved onto the stone floor with his haste, while he devours your cunt.

"Your majesty!" You're gasping out as he's lapping his tongue inside your slick hole, your walls pulsing around it as he laps up all your juices, his big hands dragging you against his face, tongue slipping up your slit as he eyes you, snowy lashes lowering.

"Satoru, call me Satoru my queen, hmm?" He pouts, lips glossy from you, his chin coated in your slick.

"S-satoru, it's too sensitive mnh!" He chuckles against you now, leaning up and slipping two fingers in your cunt, brushing your hair back almost tenderly, his crown falling just a bit askew on his head.

"God look at you, so fucking ready to be filled," he's tugging your tit out, sucking on a nipple as her curls his fingers just right inside your hole, pressing right on that spongy spot, as pressure builds in your tummy. "I can't wait for these to leak milk, I'll drink so much of it, we'll have to get a wet nurse."

"What now!? You - ah! Oh my god, I'm gonna..." Your words are lost when the psycho king who wants to suck all your future baby's milk is making you cum right on his fingers. He pulls back, little strings of his clear spit dripping from your puffy nipple, chuckling as the aftershocks rock you.

"You like that thought, don't you? me fucking an army of dragon riders inside you?" You can't function, just whimpering as Satoru looks down at your cunt now, lapping up all the juices that spilled and moaning. "Don't worry, I won't make you wait anymore sweet girl."

You barely register what his chambers look like, lips, thighs spread, his thick mushroomed tip sliding between your slick folds, as your dress is carefully opened, as if he remembers his promise, letting it splay across the bed. He puts his hand on your tummy, grinning as he slides in, watching it bulge as his thick cock stretches you.

"God, look sweetheart - fucking ruining your insides, I can't wait for you to give me heirs," he's slammed all his nine inches so deep, bottoming out as you eye the way your tummy moves, and he grabs your thighs, shoving them up high. "You'll take my seed better like this."

You're gushing around his cock as it splits you in half, as he fucks you into a mating press, your thighs smushed on your breasts, and Satoru's whimpering in your ear as he grips your face with his huge hands. So tightly you think he could crush your skull, his eyes lighting up as he grins and shoves you full.

"You're doing s'good, fuck I'm s'glad I didn't... lock you in the dungeons... fuck, sweetheart you're milking me already!? Greedy little slut, I love it, you can have it all pretty," you're torn between enjoying his filthy fucking praise, cumming on his huge cock, and terror with how he looks at you, how he's pounding into you.

"Satoru!" You can't help but cum on him, and he's slamming his lips on you.

"Taste your cunt, huh? Do you like it?" You weakly nod, he's chuckling and leaning up, shoving his cock deeper, his balls slapping your ass as he moves. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up - put all my seed inside you - are you ready sweetheart? Say yes."

"Y-yes - ah!" Satoru fills you up like this, hot spurts of cum as he cries out in your ear, and you can hardly breathe with his weight pressing on you, eyes rolling back in your skull.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he's moaning as he pulls out, making a mess on the comforters, on your dress, as promised, his cock pouring sticky seed all over your perfect dress, as you watch the mess with a furious blush.

He bends down, looking at the mess he’s made of you, groaning. “Mnh!”

"Tch, don't waste it sweetheart, you'll hurt my feelings," he's sadistic when he slips his long fingers around your hole. "Slutty hole is wasting it all, baby that's not okay! You need to apologize," he says it all cute, like he’s not wrecking your cunt so bad it’s aching, his lower lip jutted out, eyes glimmering.

"S-sorry, ah! Satoru fuck!" He's fingering that cum right back inside, cooing as you're whining out at the stretch, cunt already sore and overstimulated.

"I need you to take it all, I need our dragon army baby, hah - imagine when we take over everything," he's sucking his own cum off his fingers then, cheeks hollow as he moans. "God taste us."

Not like you have a choice when the mad king spits his cum right in your open mouth, right on your pink tongue, making him grin with delight as you swallow obediently. You're dizzy, swallowing it down when he has you prone bone, cock shoved right back inside you, stretching you out so good you’re close from the first few strokes.

"Ngh!" Your head falls back as he moans your name in your ear, hand choking you with long fingers around your throat. Sapping your oxygen as he grins against your lips, you taste both of you on his glossy lips.

"More, you need more? Don't worry sweet girl, I have so much to give you - ah - that's it," Satoru's filling your tummy again, his hand slips down it, splaying it with his long fingers. "Already full, aren't you? Fuck I can't wait for it to be so round with me, fill your womb with so much of me."

You're so fucked out and still that mix of terrified and fucked out - after the second round you almost faint, when he pumps more cum into you, so much by the time he's got you on top of him, she’s making a mess, pooling his cum and yours along his flat belly button. “I d-don’t… know what to do up here?”

“Just ride me, fuck if you do a good job you’ll ride my dragon soon, ah! like that, there you go, fuck you're slutty.” You’re not doing much riding, not when Satoru has tugged you against his chest, lifting your ass up and fucking up into you, slamming your cervix and using you. “That’s it, you can take more huh?”

“N-no more cum… can’t fit…” he laughs again, that throaty sound, as he rolls his hips and your head falls back, his cock pumping yet another load of cum.

“Oh you’re such a good girl,” he kisses your neck, up your cheek as you cry just a bit, Satoru laps up a tear and moans, as you tremble. “Water, you need water, I’ve got you sweetheart wait here, okay!?”

You nod as he eagerly runs off, completely fucking naked - and god did that man have a perfect form, if you could see properly you'd admire it more, but your vision is blurred.

Satoru’s back soon, caring as he lets you sip the water, before fucking you again, your cunt is a sore puffy mess when he’s lapping at his own cum as if to clean you, chuckling as you jerk and hiss. He grabs your hips, cock already hard again at the sight of the bruises on them, on how perfect they were, god he just knows you’re going to give him so many babies.

After six rounds, you cannot walk the next morning, but you don’t need to, not when Satoru carries you around in his arms to have breakfast. He’s got you on his lap as the sunlight filters through the windows that morning, feeding you delicately and grinning, as he tosses Sapphire meat into the air. She burns it with her flames before gulping it down, grinning just like her master.

“My two girls, what a splendorous morning aha!” He’s apparently in a great mood, too good of one, you feel his cock pressing against your thigh and you shift, so sore it hurts to sit. “Sweetheart, do you need more cum? You have to eat first!”

Your tummy clenches at the thought, panicking. “N-no! Um… Satoru I’m very-”

“Oh just two more bites, my sweet girl, then I'll fuck you some more. You and Sapphire must eat!” He’s tossing her another piece, she does a little spin, her tail wrapping around her legs, he grins and squishes your cheeks in his hand. “Open up pretty.”

You do that just as he asks, and he moans as he remembers spitting in your mouth last night. He’s already got a finger against your slit, torturing your puffy lips. Your silky blue robes are all shoved up when his advisor Suguru Stark walks in, looking at the sight and raising a brow. “Your majesty.”

“Suguru, not now, I’m preparing my meal,” he says, slipping two fingers in your cunt and grinning, you’re hastily trying to cover your thighs, but Satoru seems to not care one bit if his advisor gets a view of the slick leaking down your inner thighs. “She’s yummy too.”

“I bet she is,” you’re a flustered mess as the handsome man chuckles, burying your face against Satoru’s neck. “I know you’re enjoying your time, but we have to go to this meeting with the emissary.”

“No! I don’t want to go today,” he is running his fingers on your clit, you’re biting your lip as you hear his dragon roar in irritation about the news. “I want to play with my pretty bride!”

“You can later, we need to be there.”

“Oh fuck you, Suguru." The dark haired man raises a brow. "Fine, I need a taste to keep me going,” he’s pulled back his fingers, lapping your cunt off him then. “Fuck you’re so sweet. Baby be good for me, okay?”

“I w-will…” You manage, he’s kissing you over and over, sighing.

“Don’t lose any of that cum, or I’ll have to put it back in, okie?” He’s smiling all sweet, like he's not psychotic and threatening you, tapping the tip of your nose, and you manage a nod. “Good girl, I’ll see you soon, okay baby!?”

"Yes, of course." He's kissing you and humming, and soon you watch as him, Suguru Stark and Sapphire walk out, leaving you alone in the castle aside from a few very frightened and quiet servants. “Fuck, my cunt…”

You’re holding it damn near, hissing at how stretched out you are, your thighs are so sore, your cunt aching, as you wobble along the halls, maybe Satoru wasn’t that bad - he’s just misunderstood? Was it the orgasms talking!? But no, he's so sweet with his dragon and-

Wait, was that a scream!?

You limp over - god this man has you fucked out - and follow the sounds of the screams then, your hand sliding along the golden walls. Decorated along the halls were pictures of Sapphire all over, in various art styles, he’s got only one picture of himself riding her. You can’t help but have a soft spot for the love he has for her, until another scream sounds, echoing through the walls.

What the fuck is that? 

It leads you to a door, hidden inside the walls, and you hear it even more clearly - save us, save us - just what the fuck was going on down there!? You open the door carefully, heart pounding, when you see a dark set of stairs.

I'll have ya'll choose where this goes, I have too much fun with it hehe

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[gigiszn]

gwi-nam smut....😈

JUST A DREAM — gwinam x fem!reader

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! LADIES one at a time.. im only one sexy woman.. but since y'all asked so politely (and 10 times in my inbox) here is your GWINAM SMUT.. also i'm so sorry if i haven't gotten back to you but rn based on requests i'm also writing a gwi-nam fluff and a thg story! plus updating cheong-san fic tmrw prob idk whenever i feel like it okay?!?!?!

y'all know the smut gonna be good when you never even HEARD of the warnings (i didn't know the names of the kinks until i googled them)

tw: somnophilia, dom!gwinam, sub!reader, humiliation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, begging, p in v, oral (f receiving), begging, hybristophilia, hair pulling, slapping, creampie, no use of y/n (though no name or features are described).

as always, you're responsible for the media you consume. read if u want, don't if you don't.

wc: 2.3k

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The hours had dragged on, each second thick with tension. One moment, you and On-Jo had been sitting close, sharing a quiet laugh as she nervously gushed about Bare-Su. Her voice had been light, teasing, but there was something raw in the way she spoke—something unspoken between you, an energy you couldn't quite place. Then, without warning, the world had shattered around you. The laughter faded into the harsh reality of your classmates turned monsters—feral, mindless creatures, chasing you down with a hunger you could feel deep in your bones.

The panic had set in quickly. The hallways had become a maze, the sound of shuffling footsteps and eerie growls echoing around you. You’d lost On-Jo, lost track of everything. Alone, terrified, you had found a classroom to hide in, slamming the door behind you, and for a brief moment, it had seemed like you were safe. But that security was short-lived.

The zombies had found the door, clawing at the wood, their nails scraping as they drew nearer. You knew you couldn’t stay here forever. The fear gripped you, cold and suffocating. You refused to let it end like this—not after you’d had to kill one of your own. You had to survive.

Taking a deep breath, you checked the door one last time. The sounds of the undead grew louder, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through. Without thinking, you darted out of the classroom, running as fast as you could, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each step was desperate, each breath labored. Your heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from the raw terror that fueled you forward.

You spotted the music room just ahead, a glimpse of hope in the chaos. You pushed open the door, slamming it behind you, your back pressed against it for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The quiet that enveloped you felt surreal after the chaos outside. The room was still, untouched, as if time had stopped. The air smelled of dust and old wood, but there was a certain calm to it, a strange peace you didn’t think you’d ever feel again.

You quickly scanned the room. It was empty, save for a broken piano and scattered instruments. In the corner, there was a closet—small, tucked away from view. You moved toward it with quick steps, but then froze. A body lay crushed under the piano, clawing at the air above you in a desperate attempt to eat your brain, a grotesque reminder of the horrors outside.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thought aside. You needed to focus. The last thing you wanted was to think about the things you’d just barely escaped. You moved to the farthest corner of the room, a chair in the corner catching your eye. With a tired sigh, you sank into it, your body aching, your mind still racing.

The room was silent again, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Your muscles, tense from the fight and the fear, finally started to release. Your breathing slowed, but it was difficult to let go completely. You hadn’t let yourself rest in what felt like forever. The memories of the chaos—of your friends, of the ones you had lost—were fresh and raw in your mind.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, exhaustion overtaking you. The outside world felt far away, the sounds of the zombies muffled. Here, in this room, you were safe—for now.

And that was all that mattered.

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A growing sense of pleasure blooming in your cunt snapped you out of your slumber, each sense reawakening. Your eyes shot downwards, the sight of an all too familiar boy filling your vision as he looked up from his seeming frenzy against your now throbbing clit.

Every part of you screamed to run, to get the hell back in that supply closet. It wasn't normal to be awoken by a tongue fucking into your hole, yet something about the far-from-vanilla scene had you gripping the sides of the chair.

"G-Gwinam.. What the fuck are you do..doing?" You stammered out, chest heaving. Your question was left hung in the air, filling the silence surrounding you. The only sounds able to be heard were the sound of his tongue lapping against your clit. The sight was erotic, your hands scrambling to catch a grip on anything, finally settling for his hair. You tugged instinctively, Gwinam's mouth opening in a groan that reverberated against your pussy.

Your legs twitched, nose and brows scrunching as you felt your climax arriving. The coil in your stomach was tightening, like the feeling at the brink of a rollercoaster. "I-I'm gonna.." You muttered out, lips curling into a pleasure-filled frown.

"You better fucking hold it, you slut," He warned, stopping his abuse against your clit. You grimaced, staring down at him as your hips jutted upwards.

His tongue swirled and delved deeper into your hole, two fingers joining his mouth. Your legs shook, hands pulling tighter on his hair.

Gwinam could feel his hard-on rub against his pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to focus on the overwhelming pressure he felt as you tugged on the strands of his black hair.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I can't.." You whined out as the coil inside you unleashed and broke. The rollercoaster had fallen, and your cum was now spilling out onto your thighs and his face.

He licked and slurped at your clit as you rode out your high, a post-nut clarity washing over you as your eyes widened. You were far too loud, and the zombies would surely come. Without thinking, you pushed him down, stumbling as your legs shook while you tried to make your way to the supply closet.

Suddenly, Gwinam's strong forced pushed you against the wall, forearm against your neck. You attempted to claw at him, but he simply used his free hand to pin them upward. "Where y'gonna run now, huh?" He teased, biting down on your neck, "You don't wanna listen? I'll show you how to fucking listen, whore."

A loud slap emitted, a pink stain echoing against your cheek.

Tears brimmed your eyes, slowly falling down your face as a choked sob escaped your throat. You struggled against him, watching the sadistic smirk plaster on his face, eyes widened as the pupils traced the line of your salty cries.

"Please, Gwinam. W-We'll die." You stammered out, eyes widened as you tried to search for any trace of humanity in his eyes.

You didn't find it.

"You're so fucking hot when you cry." He groaned, pushing his mouth against yours roughly. It seemed he didn't have a care whether you kissed back, shoving his tongue down your mouth.

You wanted to resist, really, you did.

But the way he rutted his hips against you knew that you didn't want anything more than for him to fuck your brains out.

A moan fell from your mouth and into his, Gwinam's grip on your neck finally releasing as he used that hand to pull up one of your thighs. In a synchronized daze of horniness, you both grinded against each other in a desperate attempt to chase your high once more.

He grabbed your arms, dragging you to the window. Your face was pressed against it, breasts smushing against the glass as his hands carelessly fondled your ass.

Gwinam stuck in two fingers, stretching your tight pussy for what was to come. "If you cum before I let you, I'll kill you."

You knew he was serious. You just didn't have it in you to care.

One hand snakes up your back, wrapping around your neck as if he was the serpent and you were the forbidden fruit.

Squeezing, you let out a broken sob, purple bruises forming in the shape of his fingertips. He pressed his hips against yours at your cries, eyes rolling to the back of his head. There was nothing more erotic to him than fucking you while there were zombies mere metres away from you.

Agonizingly slow, he pulled your skirt down. With a huff, you impatiently forced the fabric down, pooling at your ankles. With a raspy chuckle, he leaned in close and pulled your ear lobe, "You just really can't wait to have me cum in you, isn't that right?"

He had you at a loss of words, biting your lip until it bled. Gwinam pulled you back by your neck, back pressed against his hard chest, "Answer me when I talk to you, slut," He warned, squeezing tighter.

With all the might you had left in you, you breathed out, "Y-Yes.. I can't wait.." Hearing your tears behind your words had precum dripping and his cock practically begging to burst.

Knowing he wouldn't last much longer if you both kept up with the constant teasing, his hands finally let their grip off you and to his pants. Your hands now pressed against the glass, your head dropped to avoid the painstaking scene of dead and dying classmates on the field outside.

As Gwinam finally dropped his pants and boxers, he let out a freakish grin seeing your distaste toward the chaos outside. Grabbing your jaw, he forced you to stare ahead as his pink tip circled your soaked hole.

It was all too much. You felt your pussy throbbing as you tried to find any way to make the dominance Gwinam was exhibiting less arousing.

"Watch them as I fuck you, Mouse," He purred into your ear, pushing his hard cock in slowly. You felt him stretch your fleshy walls, a soft groan sounding from both your throats simultaneously, "You wanna be good for me, don't you?"

You nodded with a whine, turning back to look at him with round eyes. He ran a finger across your lips before turning your head back to the window, angling his dick at your entrance.

As per his usual style, he gave no time in letting you adjust, immediately setting his rough pace. Each thrust let out a loud slap that echoed, angering the zombie under the piano further.

Your senses were slowly diminishing until you were just as brain-dead as the zombies—minus the dead part. Your hair pulled back by his hand, the one on your jaw now letting go and squeezing your ass. Though he had now let go of your face, you still remained looking out the window.

You wanted to be good for Gwinam. You were good for Gwinam.

Your emotions built up in your chest. Every erotic and devastated emotion. You wept as you watched the few survivors that made a break for the schools gates get eaten alive, slowly cracking and turning.

"Fuck—I love it when you cry, baby," He moaned, throwing his head back as his pace quickened.

Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the slight overstimulation only enhance the pleasure you were feeling. Gwinam reached down, thumb instantly finding your clit and rubbing fast circles, matching his perfect pace against your throbbing cunt.

Your hole squeezed against his dick, and he 'tsked', "Don't you think about cumming." You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach. You could feel his dick sliding in and out of you, each time stretching your hole so that it would only ever be the right size for him.

He was marking you as his, and you didn't want it any other way.

Gwinam's hips stuttered, pace growing sloppy and uneven, "I'm gonna cum in you, okay baby?" He growled in your ear, licking a stripe down your jaw and to your collarbone, "I'm gonna make you mine, and you're gonna take my cum."

You felt yourself reaching the edge at his words, soft cries releasing from your throat as all you wanted to do was squirt all over his veiny length.

"Please.. Please let me cum, Gwinam, I'll be good," You whined, rutting your hips backwards against his, meeting them in the middle and bringing you both so much closer to your edge.

He shook his head, pulling your hair and causing a shriek to emit from your throat. He wanted nothing more than to have you creaming all over him, but he knew the pleasure he felt from commanding you was even better.

Gwinam bent forward against you, and he groaned as you reached back and pulled his hair. He grabbed your neck as he felt his high approach, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it much longer.

Finally giving you permission, Gwinam bit his lip, nodding his head, "Yeah, baby. Cum with me. I want you to cum." He muttered almost incoherently, and his approval was enough to snap the coil once more.

Following after you seconds after, you both continued your desperate movements against each other until the ropes of his semen remained inside your vagina.

The floor underneath you was dampened by your shots of cum, legs faltering. You fell against the window, Gwinam grabbing you by your waist and carrying your half-naked body into the supply room.

You were practically asleep as your body fucked-dumb was weak. He lay you on a sofa in the closet, not bothering to cover you up.

He knelt down, licking a stripe in your pussy filled with his cum. He could taste himself, salty and warm, the overstimulation causing your hips to jut upwards as your half-asleep self muttered under your breath.

Gwinam stood up, staring at you for a moment, before turning and heading toward the broadcasting room.

Maybe when you woke up, you'd think it was all just a dream, and would go back to fearing for your life—But the cum spilling out of you made you know that whatever had happened was real—and you knew you would want more.

[rueclfer]

hi rue .. i’m kinda shy to ask this but can you please do a small drabble of the reader and touya arguing (not quite intense) & touya keeps replying with “no maam” or “yes maam” every time the reader asks questions 💔💔

🚬 oh i could kiss you rn. mhm. thank you sweet anon i stayed up at 2am writing this heh

fratboy touya get out of my heaaddddd

yes ma'am // touya todoroki

the puddles beneath your feet splash against your bare calves with every step.

"for fuck's sake, stop walking so fast." touya's voice calls out from behind you as you turn the corner of the street. the heavy bass of the house party you ran out of slowly drowned into nothing as the rain hit your body.

it was nearly 12am, and the downpour was only getting stronger. your fingers shook as you pathetically rubbed the sides of your arms, hoping to muster up some heat from the friction.

touya reaches out and grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"you seriously mad at me? after i just poured my heart out for you?" he half-chuckles. "c'mon now sweetheart, at least reject me to my face."

"poured your heart out?" you scoff, forcibly facing him. "what kind of a fucking confession involves punching a random guy in the teeth?"

"that dumbass had it coming to him with or without the confession." he rolls his eyes.

"touya." you shake his hand off of your shoulder. "you can't go around starting fights just because you can't use your words."

"didn't i, though? made it very clear you were off limits." he shrugs, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you let a silence fall over you with the droning of the rain.

touya brings a hand up to push his soaked hair back from falling into his eyes. he blows out a breath of air in defeat.

"i'm sorry, okay? don't be upset."

you take a step forward, leaning in just mere inches from his face. touya bites back a smirk as his cheeks grow hot from the proximity.

"you will go back inside and apologize."

his eyes follow the rain droplets trailing down to your lips.

"yes ma'am."

"you will find me some dry clothes."

his gaze continues to follow down the soaked t-shirt clinging to every curve of your body.

"yes ma'am."

"you will take me home."

touya licks his lips, letting the cold water on his lips grow hot against his tongue.

"yes ma'am."

you step back, watching his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, counting all of the droplets that slip from your chin and eyelashes.

"are you listening to me?" your face grows hot.

"mhm. yes ma'am."

"and when we get back my apartment, you're going to properly use your fucking words and tell me how you feel. okay?"

touya reaches his hand up to tuck a stray soaked strand of hair behind your ear, letting his thumb graze against the side of your jaw.

"yes ma'am." he slowly nods his head, knowing that the moment he's alone with you, he'll be using more than his words.

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touya tags: @kaldurahms-lover @moonchild701 @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm @moonlitmorganite @bitchyfestivalbouquet @touyas-wife

[cameronsbabydoll]

Hiii!! First of all I love love love ur blog!! Especially puppy!reader ૮ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

If you have time and if you want to,,, could you pleaseeee write something about puppy at the pool/ beach and like how she would act in the water and stuff?? I'm on vacation rn and that's all I've been thinking about •́︿•̀

puppy!reader at the pool & beach

a/n: divider made by me! if used pls give credits!

🫧 puppy!reader at the pool...

she gets so excited on pool days she can’t sit still. wakes up before rafe. puts her swimsuit on backwards. already holding her floatie in her mouth like a chew toy.

obsessed with pool noodles. but like… she doesn’t float with them properly. she just hugs them like plushies and kicks her legs and makes little barking sounds.

constantly calling out to rafe from the shallow end.

“rafe!!! did you see that flip!?”

(it wasn’t a flip. it was a splash.)

“rafe watch me hold my breath!”

(it’s 3 seconds. he claps anyway.)

she wears water wings, even though she technically knows how to swim. the pink kind. with glitter inside.

she’ll get sunscreen in her eyes every time. every. time. cries about it. rafe has to pat her eyes with a towel while she sniffles.

gets too cold too fast. lips turning blue, shaking like a little soaked pup. rafe wraps her in a beach towel and holds her on his lap even though she’s soaking wet and shivering against him.

begs for pool snacks like juice pouches, string cheese, popsicles. will definitely ask rafe to open a juice box with his teeth because hers “aren’t strong enough.”

🐚 puppy!reader at the beach...

wears heart-shaped sunglasses and a frilly two-piece with a matching skirt. her whole bag is filled with sea shell-shaped lip balm, glittery hand sanitizer, and a plastic shovel for digging.

digs a little hole and lays in it. like a puppy bed. tells rafe “i’m nesting.”

(he doesn’t ask questions anymore.)

she chases seagulls. barefoot. with squeals. rafe is constantly yelling “come back here” as she runs off mid-sentence.

collects broken shells like they’re diamonds. she’ll walk over with a chipped gray thing and go, “rafe look at this one, it’s sparkly on the inside,” and he’ll pretend to care while she puts it in his pocket.

she gets sunburnt on her nose no matter how much sunscreen rafe puts on her. he has to hold her still like a wriggly toddler to reapply it every hour.

when she gets sleepy, she curls up on the towel next to rafe’s lap and just lets herself doze off with sand still on her knees and a sticky popsicle stick in hand.

rafe brings baby powder to get the sand off her skin and gently dusts it over her legs. she giggles and calls him her “beach daddy.” he groans.

[slattlicker]

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * not even a nut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: he’s joked about it for years. until you actually need him. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

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“listen,” he says, voice thick with sarcasm as he squints at his monitor. “if your immune system gets taken out by a nut, maybe you don’t deserve to live.”

chat goes wild.

LMAO BRO STOP 😭 peanut free table OGs shaking rn

he takes a smug sip from his drink. “like. peanuts? really? couldn’t be me. survival of the fittest, baby.”

✧

cut to: the kitchen, maybe an hour later.

you’re barefoot. sleepy. rummaging through the groceries he brought in earlier. “you got the cookies?”

“bottom of the bag,” he calls from the other room. “they had that variety pack with the ones you like.”

you grin, tear it open. first cookie’s perfect—crunchy, buttery, chocolatey. the second… something’s off.

softer. smoother. something inside.

hazelnut.

your body reacts before your brain catches up—lips tingling, tongue swelling, throat cinching like a drawstring bag.

“schlatt?” you call out, too soft. too slow.

no answer—he’s mid-laugh, still reading superchats, voice echoing from the office.

you stagger down the hall, one hand gripping the doorway, the other pressed hard to your collarbone.

“hey,” you rasp. “hey—i think—i think i ate a bad one—”

he turns.

freezes.

then explodes into motion.

“fuck—okay—okay, c’mere—hey, baby, stay with me—shit—”

the headset clatters to the desk. his chair nearly topples. he’s on his knees in seconds, yanking open drawers, tearing through tangled cords and stray USBs.

chat's still flying on the screen behind him.

WAIT WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY— IS SHE OKAY??? SCHLATT HELLO????

“where the fuck is it—where—where—ah, fuck, got it—”

he tears the cap off the pen, hand shaking, eyes flicking to yours. they’re wide. scared. and so, so focused on you.

“you’re okay,” he says, voice barely holding steady. “i got you. i got you, alright?”

your fingers curl weakly into the front of his hoodie.

click. a sharp sting to your thigh, then heat—fast and fierce—rushing up your chest as air claws its way back in

you jolt. your knees don’t give—but before you can do anything, he’s lifting you.

arms around your back, under your legs, effortless like you weigh nothing at all.

your head tips against his chest, dazed and breathing again. his heart’s going a mile a minute...and if the epinephrine has anything to say about it, yours is too.

✧

he lays you gently on the couch. bundles you up in his hoodie, muttering under his breath the whole time. props you up, checks your pulse, gets you water, holds your hand even when it stops shaking.

but then—he pauses. grabs his phone.

“hi, yeah,” he says, pacing. “she had an allergic reaction. i just gave her an epipen. she’s breathing again, yeah, but we’re heading in. just letting you know we’re on the way.”

pause.

“got it. thanks.”

he hangs up. turns back to you.

“let’s go, sweetheart.”

✧

cut to: the car.

you’re buckled in. hoodie drowning you. flushed from adrenaline, but coherent again.

he’s flying down side streets like a bat out of hell. one hand white-knuckled on the wheel. the other gripping yours.

“i’m fine,” you mumble, breathless. “really.”

“you’re not.” his voice cracks. “you—fucking—you scared me.”

"sorry, j." a beat of silence. "...you're really strong, y'know."

The tips of his ears and his cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink at that comment.

"i'm really strong, huh? well you're really almost dead. how 'bout you focus on not dying, babe...and don't distract me. you're still recovering."

✧

they admit you quickly. give you a steroid shot. keep you under observation.

he doesn’t leave your side.

when the nurse says you’re stable, he exhales like he hasn’t in an hour. slumps a little. cups your cheek.

“i’m suing them,” he mutters. “seriously. nestlé. dead to me.”

“you’re gonna sue a billion-dollar company for me?”

“yes,” he says, deadpan. “i don’t even know why i gave my hard-earned money to that shitty company in the first place. their chocolate sucks. their morals suck. and now their cookies try to kill my girlfriend.”

you giggle—still shaky.

he kisses your knuckles, thumb brushing over them softly.

“never again,” he murmurs. “we’re checking everything from now on.”

✧

meanwhile, back at the house—the stream’s still running.

an empty chair. lo-fi music looping.

chat’s calmed down. sort of.

IS SHE OKAY?? MODS??? this beat kinda go hard tho i hope they’re ok but like he left the chillest playlist on for a medical emergency

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝗱 || 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 ||

A/n: Sam would be an amazing Uncle, also I'm really on a Marvel kick rn. Also AU where everyone is alive cause I love Nat, Wanda, Tony and vision ( they're all alive so eat my ass if you dont like it

Steve jogged after his daughter, his brows furrowed and hands outstretched as she darted away, her giggles echoing through the playground. Her golden curls bounced as she sprinted toward the slide, her tiny legs pumping with all the determination a four-year-old could muster.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve said, exasperation mixed with a smile. “It’s lunchtime. You’re gonna run Daddy into the ground.”

The little girl ignored him, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scrambled up the ladder to the slide. Instead of sliding down like a normal kid, she managed to hoist herself onto the very top, balancing precariously like a tiny, giggling daredevil.

Steve’s eyes widened. “Whoa, hey! No, no, no—”

From her spot on the top of the slide, she grinned and launched herself off with a triumphant squeal.

Steve surged forward, his heart in his throat as he caught her mid-air, her little arms wrapping around his neck as he stumbled back a step.

“Gotcha!” he breathed, clutching her tightly to his chest. “What do you think you’re doing, Spider-Monkey?”

She giggled, pressing her cheek against his neck. “I was flying, Daddy!”

Steve shook his head, his stern expression melting into an affectionate grin. “Yeah, well, let’s not fly off anything higher than the bench, okay?”

From the bench nearby, you watched with a hand resting on your very pregnant belly, trying not to laugh too hard. The sight of Steve, Captain America himself, nearly taken out by a four-year-old was too good to miss.

Steve glanced over at you, a dramatic groan escaping him as he shifted his daughter onto his hip. “You find this funny, huh?”

You grinned, eyes twinkling. “Oh, immensely.”

He walked over, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to your belly, where your unborn child kicked in response. “Can we please get lunch now? Before she decides to base jump off the swing set next?”

You reached up and ruffled his hair, chuckling. “Better move fast, Cap. You know she gets her appetite from you.”

Steve groaned again, rolling his eyes as his daughter wriggled in his arms, already asking for pizza and ice cream.

"How about, we go to the Avenger Tower and see all your Uncle and Aunties." Steve asked, the man hoping this would calm her down.

"Yeaaaa!!!!"

He was wrong, this will be worse than pizza and ice cream.

Steve leaned back against the couch, his arm draped around you as you chatted with Bucky, Nat, and Wanda. Retirement suited him — he was more relaxed, a little softer around the edges, but still the same Steve. The warm glow of the common room lights illuminated his face, and his hand absently rubbed your swollen belly as you laughed at something Bucky said the distant hum of JARVIS’s systems providing a familiar backdrop.

“Retirement looks good on you, Rogers,” Bucky said, nudging Steve’s shoulder. “You actually look… relaxed.”

Steve snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, when I’m not chasing Lilly around the playground or convincing her not to color on the walls.”

“Wonder where she gets that from,” Wanda quipped, her eyes darting to you with a knowing smirk.

You opened your mouth to protest but were cut off by the distant sound of Tony’s unmistakable yell.

Natasha snorted. “And you're now on Snack duty and diaper duty." As Wanda barked out her own laugh.

“WILSON!”

Everyone’s heads snapped toward the hallway just in time to hear the pounding of footsteps and the unmistakable sound of Sam’s booming laugh.

Suddenly, Sam burst into the room, running at full speed with Lilly clinging to his back like a little monkey. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her tiny fists clutching fistfuls of his shirt as she giggled uncontrollably.

Sam was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “You shouldn’t have fallen asleep near a four-year-old!” he bellowed as he sprinted past the common room.

Right behind him, Tony came skidding into the room, his face a complete disaster. Bright purple and green scribbles covered his cheeks and forehead, and a poorly drawn mustache and goatee adorned his jawline. There was a lopsided Iron Man helmet scrawled on his left cheek and a massive flower drawn around one eye.

Tony’s eyes blazed as he pointed furiously at Sam. “Wilson! I have a meeting in twenty minutes! Twenty!”

Sam just cackled as he bolted down the hallway, Lilly’s gleeful shrieks echoing through the tower. “Faster, Uncle Sam! Faster!”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long, suffering sigh. “Oh, God…”

Natasha was grinning, her eyes dancing with amusement. “That’s what he gets for being the ‘fun uncle.’”

On the security monitors, the cameras captured Sam and Lilly darting around the corner, still laughing hysterically. Tony stormed after them, his face now smeared with ink as he furiously wiped at the scribbles, only making it worse.

Bucky was howling with laughter, leaning back against the couch as he watched the chaos unfold. “Man, I missed this.”

Steve shook his head, looking over at you with a look of pure exasperation. “Why did we think bringing her here was a good idea?”

You just smiled, patting his thigh. “Because you love them. And you missed your friends.”

Steve let out another groan, sinking back against the couch. “Yeah… definitely missed them.”

Meanwhile, on the monitor, Sam and Lilly could still be seen running down the hall, cackling like a pair of outlaws as Tony chased after them, shouting threats about meetings and permanent marker removal.

Steve grimaced. “I think I’d rather face Thanos again.”

Before anyone could respond, a loud, indignant shout echoed through the tower.

"WILSON! YOU WINGED MENSON! YOU CAN'T BLAME A FOUR YEAR OLD ALL THE TIME! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"

Steve and you were still seated in the common room, Bucky and Natasha laughing about the chaos unfolding down the hall. On the security monitors, Sam and Lilly were still on the run, evading a very ink-stained, very irate Tony Stark.

Then, Vision floated into the room, hands clasped behind his back as he observed the commotion on the monitor with his usual calm, curious expression.

“What’s going on?” Vision asked, tilting his head slightly as he watched Sam and Lilly duck into a nearby closet.

“Oh, just the usual,” Bucky said, still grinning. “Sam and Steve’s kid decided Tony needed a little makeover.”

Vision nodded thoughtfully. “I see.”

Meanwhile, on the monitor, Sam was whispering something to Lilly as they crouched in the closet. Lilly’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she whispered back, and Sam’s grin grew wider.

Vision’s gaze lingered on the monitor, and with a slight tilt of his head, he said, “Would you like me to assist?”

Steve immediately sat up. “Wait, Vision—”

Too late.

With a brief flicker, Vision phased through the wall and into the hallway, reappearing right outside the closet where Sam and Lilly were hiding. Sam opened the door cautiously, peeking out to see Vision standing there, a serene expression on his face.

“Ah! Vision! Just the man I was looking for,” Sam said, a little too casually.

Vision blinked. “Is there something I can assist you with, Sam?”

Sam’s eyes darted to the hallway where Tony’s angry footsteps could be heard approaching. “Yeah, actually. Could you, uh, maybe… float us to the other side of the tower? Just, you know, for safety reasons?”

Lilly clapped her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Please, Uncle Vision?”

Vision looked down at her, his face softening. “Of course.”

Without another word, Vision placed his hands on Sam’s and Lilly’s shoulders and phased them right through the wall, effortlessly carrying them across several rooms until they reappeared in the kitchen — well away from Tony.

Meanwhile, back in the hallway, Tony burst open the closet door, panting and looking around wildly. “Sam? Lilly? Oh, come on!”

In the kitchen, Sam and Lilly landed safely on the floor, both of them wide-eyed and beaming.

“That… was… awesome!” Lilly squealed, throwing her arms around Vision’s leg. “Again!”

Sam clapped Vision on the shoulder. “You, my man, are a hero.”

Vision blinked. “But I thought Tony was the hero?”

Sam snorted. “Not today, he ain’t.”

On the monitor, Steve groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he watched Tony stomp down the hallway, completely lost, while Sam and Lilly cackled in the kitchen with Vision looking completely unbothered.

Bucky leaned back, chuckling. “Guess we’re gonna have to add ‘unintentional prank accomplice’ to Vision’s resume.”

Natasha smirked. “Someone should really tell him what a ‘fun uncle’ actually means.”

[a-simple-imagine]

Moonlight across the Windowsill

requested by anonymouses: "reader sneaking teen Van in through her window, and just trying to have her over without getting caught by reader’s parents"

combined with

" Teen Van Palmer thinking that reader and Tai are dating,(into each other) reader has to knock some sense into Van that she likes her"

pairing: teen!van palmer x fem!reader

words: 5.2k

A/N - I'm not sure about this one or maybe I'm just insecure about my writing rn idk. this is my 7th van palmer fic, you guys not getting sick of them yet??

WARNINGS - Swearing, vague allusion to a volatile home life, homophobia and confusion about feelings

Nine PM. That is what the clock says as you slump further down in your seat. An array of paper paired with the books you had borrowed from the library, scattered across the small desk space, illuminated by the harsh yellow of a desk lamp. It feels like you have been sitting here forever. Trapped in an endless discussion about the themes and symbolism within old Shakespearean plays and how best to present them. Taissa had always been very bossy regarding school projects, but it's outweighed by her innate desire to be right. Her opinion held more value than anyone else's. So, no matter what you suggest, the other will simply tell you that it is a good suggestion before explaining how her idea was superior. At this point, you would much rather escape to the comfort of your bed, but you had to finish your half of the work before tomorrow, or Taissa would have your head on a stick.

"I just don't think-" An abrupt bang against your window almost makes you drop the phone. Pausing the conversation to look around your otherwise empty bedroom.

"Think what?" Taissa questions.

"Sorry, uh," You turn back to your work, raising the phone to its correct position against your ear. "that we need to go into that much detail if we want-" Another bang makes your heart leap. "one sec," dropping the telephone down onto the desk, you cautiously approach the window. Peeking out slowly in case it was some weirdo or a mass murderer. Even more surprising, you find Van Palmer standing in your garden. Butterflies immediately start to flutter low in your stomach. This couldn't be real. Why would Van be at your house this late? She waves up as you push the window open, hands perched on the sill as you lean out.

"Van?"

"Hey," She whisper yells.

"What are you doing here?" You yell back, trying to be as loud as possible without disturbing your parents. The girl just shrugs. "How did you even find my house?"

"Asked Shauna." What? Was Shauna just giving out your address willy-nilly to the other girls on the team? "Can I come up?"

"I don't know- give me one second." You rush back to the phone, hauling it to your ear. "Tai?"

"Hello?"

"Can I call you back?"

"Why? What's happening?" She wonders. "We need to finish this project."

"I know- I'll be quick."

"You better call me back," Tai insists. "You know how easily distracted you can get."

"Alright- yep, bye,"

"Bye-" Words cut off as you drop the phone back down against the receiver. Going back to the window, you now find Van clinging to the windowsill for dear life. Did she climb up the wall to your room? Was she insane? You hadn't even said she could come in.

"Jesus, you're fast,"

"Can you... help me- up?" Reaching for her upper arms, you take some of her weight and awkwardly assist in her dumb decision to scale the side of your house. Hands slapping against the floor, legs dangling outside, she crawls slowly onto your bedroom floor. You take a few steps back to give her space, unable to hide the confusion on your face.

"What are you, Spider-Man?"

"Maybe," Van says, standing up and brushing herself off. "This would be the part where you patch me up and we ignore the unbridled sexual tension as you so lovingly take care of me."

A joke that makes your cheeks burn. "Are you hurt?" Her head shakes. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Oh, so if I were, you would take care of me?"

"I mean... yeah, probably." Was she expecting anything different? "Wouldn't want you bleeding out on my floor."

"Good to know,"

"What are you doing here?" You ask again. "What if my mom came to the window instead?"

"Your parents are downstairs. I could see them when I walked past," Van explains. "The light was on up here, so had to be you."

"What if it had been the wrong house?"

"But it wasn't," Van insists, a flash of her pearly whites. You search her face for some kind of explanation. Like her eyes would tell the story of why she was climbing through your window at nine at night. They were red around the rim, a little bloodshot. Puffy cheeks with a hint of a shine in the dim light.

"Have you been crying?" It was obvious she had been, but what was the cause? Your eyes narrow. Inspecting further, but the red head spins sharply on her heel, breaking your view.

"Can I... stay here tonight?" Your heart beats a tad faster. Ambushed by the question. Could you really say no to a girl who needs help? Someone, you just said you would help if she needed it? Smart. Sneaky.

"I don't- I'm not sure my mom will let you. It's so late and a school night, so..."

"She doesn't have to know." Van takes a few steps around your room. Eying the walls. Judging your space.

"Van-"

"I'll sleep on the floor and leave real early."

"Van." It was one thing to hide a person for a couple of minutes, but all night? That was work. You were never particularly sneaky. And if your parents asked, you weren't sure you could lie convincingly.

"Please, "A frantic plea with a sharp turn. She is no longer smiling. You see sorrow in her eyes. Sincerity. Desperation. "I can't..." You wait for her to continue, but she doesn't. She won't. Swallowing down any sort of confusion. You cannot send her away. It would be cruel.

"Okay," you nod a little. "But you have to be quiet." You don't know what your parents would do if they knew you were letting people sneak in through the window. They obviously wouldn't throw Van out on the street, or at least, you hope they wouldn't. You would probably be in trouble, though, and you didn't want that. The corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly.

"I can do that." Your gaze lingers on her as she continues her journey around your room. How long had she been wandering around? And why did she decide to come to your house, of all people? You weren't exactly super close. Not in the way she is with some of the other girls.

"Are you hungry?" You ask. It felt like the best way to help right now, but she just shrugged. "I'll go see what we have. You stay here. You can borrow some clothes if you want."

It's a relief to exit the room. Hesitating against your closed door like you've trapped some kind of monster inside. Your stomach is surely making it feel that way. Anxiety like an endless pit. Fuelling every step as you navigate the halls of your home as quietly as possible. It was weird to think of the girl upstairs. Van Palmer was in your house. In your bedroom. Admiring your possessions. Looking through your things. You had always found Van to be a particularly interesting case. She wasn't quite like the other girls you knew from the soccer team. She was clumsy; imperfect. No desire to hide the messy parts. With bright red hair and the style of a teenage boy, you've always admired her. Wasn't afraid to express herself. Make jokes. Tease the guys. Van was special, but being around her made you nervous. Perhaps that's why you weren't as close as you might like. She makes your stomach churn. Your cheeks flush. Your heart beats that little bit faster. As you enter the kitchen, you half expect to hear your mom's voice. Each slow step in anticipation of your inevitable capture. But all is well as you open the cupboards and search the fridge. You find a sandwich that was probably for your lunch tomorrow and decide to take it. You could just make another in the morning. Grabbing a plate before sneaking back up the stairs and into your room. Van is still wondering about although she seems to be particularly interested in your mirror.

"This you?" You find a space on your desk to place the sandwich as you walk over. Your mirror was decorated with decade-defining stickers of varying electability alongside different photographs. Van has honed in on one in particular and is offering it out. It shows two kids standing on the sidewalk at night. One was dressed as a blue and red robot. The other is a yellow robot. They both had jack-o'-lantern-shaped plastic buckets in their hands.

"Yeah, that is," you point to the little yellow one, "and that's Shauna, believe it or not."

"Shipman?" You nod, looking down at the picture. It's a really old photo, but adorable.

"Mhmm, don't ask why we're dressed as Transformers. Probably my dad's idea." You express fondness.

"I didn't know you two had been friends that long,"

"Oh yeah, for as long as I can remember," You and Shauna had a long history. Your parents, as far as you were aware, had been friends before you were even born, so it's no surprise that you two ended up friends. You spent a lot of time together growing up. Always at each other's houses. Holidays spent with each other's families. You weren't together as much as when you were little. Jackie Taylor probably played a part in that, but you were still close friends. Your moms were still friends. "My mom has whole albums of us together." You step forward to take the picture back up and admire the rest. They ranged from when you were small to the present day. Photographic evidence of your growth.

"Cute," Van comments. "Where's that from?" She points to a small strip you got from a photo booth. It had three photos in succession of you alongside Taissa. You were just messing around. Killing time. It was one of the more recent additions to your collection.

"A while ago. She was staying over, and my mom dragged us to the mall." You shrug. "We look cute. I really like how they came out."

"You have a lot of pictures." She declares, looking entirely around herself as if your entire room was just covered in photographs. It wasn't. But there were quite a few. You like having little moments of the past scattered about. They transport you back to a happy instant.

"I'm sentimental," You giggle a little.

"And yet none of me," Van adds casually. "Must not like me." A bold question as she takes the plate from your desk and sits on the edge of the bed. Placing it down in her lap.

"I- I wouldn't say that." You respond quickly. It wasn't a result of not liking Van. Quite the opposite in fact. You didn't really have any pictures together anyway.

"Seems like it," She takes a big bite

"Van,"

"I'm just messing with you," Mumbled out through a mouthful of bread. Thankfully, she swallows before continuing. "There's so many of you and Tai."

"Well, we're friends, so,"

"That's all?"

Your brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

Van shrugs, taking another bite. "Thanks for the food."

You debate inquiring further, but decide not to dwell on it. Some things were better left unknown, and maybe she did mean nothing by it. "No problem. Sorry, it's not more. I couldn't find much."

"This is fine." You let her enjoy tomorrow's lunch. Awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with no idea where to go from here. What does one do when a stranger seeks comfort in their room at what is now almost ten? Should you ask? Do you even have the right to? Her showing up like this surely gives you that right.

"So..." Hummed softly as you took a seat next to her on your bed. "Do you wanna tell me why you just showed up at my house?" Van's movement stops, dropping what's left of her sandwich onto the plate. You're looking at her, keep her head down.

"I was just wandering about." She eventually responds. Voice especially reserved.

"So late?" It was nineish when she arrived. Your parents trusted you, but they would never let you wander the streets alone at this time of night.

Van turns to you. "Sorry."

All you can do is sigh. Not exactly the answers you were looking for. "Don't apologise. I'm just worried about you." You watch Van finish off her food. They really were such a mystery to you. It's only now, as you sit in silence, do you notice the addition to her outfit. A navy blue hoody with the school mascot on it. You're pretty sure she was only in a T-shirt before. "Is this hoodie mine?"

"Yeah, you said I could borrow something, but nothing was really my style. Found this in the back." Must be an old hoody, you don't even remember ever wearing it. "That okay?" You nod, getting up, and you decide to return to your project. You had wasted about an hour dealing with Van. Valuable working time. "What are you working on?"

"Homework," You tell her. "Tai and I have a project due, and before you interrupted, we were discussing my part. I don't have much left."

"Oh, I will stop being a distraction then." Your eyes survey the work you left spread out, trying to recollect your thoughts from before. Trying to remember what you and Tai had been discussing. You should have been finished by now. Could have been in bed. It's harder to focus with another person in the room. It feels like you're being watched, but you get to work as best you can. You can hear van rustling about behind you like a restless puppy. You try to ignore her. Tai will be mad if you don't finish.

"Are these all yours?" You glance back to find Van leaning over the edge of your bed, rooting through a box she'd half dragged out from underneath. "You have so many." She has pulled out a black VHS tape. Most of them are probably your parents, you weren't much of a collector. Your parents bought you films you really liked.

"Some are my parents, they get mixed up easily- why are you under my bed?" She puts the tape back but continues looking through the others.

"Bored." Van declares.

"It's only been like five minutes," Maybe ten, but the point still stands that it hadn't been very long.

"That's basically forever." She pulls out another tape, opening the case briefly before examining the back. "Can we watch one?"

"It's a little late," You insist. Van drops the tape and pushes the box back under the bed. Dangling over the edge, you turn back to your work. "Can you stop?"

"Why? What are you hiding down here?"

"Nothing- I don't know- just stop." You hear her chuckle. Peeking back as she sits up.

"You're so silly," Van comments. You wonder if that's a compliment or not. "Can we do something fun?"

"You can sit quietly while I finish this." You propose. "That's fun."

"Boring," She sing songs loudly.

"Shush," You huff. "My parents are gonna hear us." Van sighs loudly this time and you do the same. "Van, I really need to finish this. Tai will kill me if I don't."

"Always about Tai." Van hums. "What about me?"

Gosh, she was relentless in her pursuit of disrupting your workflow. You glance back at her, sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bed. Why was she so bothered by your friendship with Tai? "I'd also like not to fail." You express. "Why don't you try going to sleep or something?"

"You hate me."

"I don't hate you,"

Van smiles playfully. "Can I have some paper or something?"

"Why?" You question. Knitted brows.

"Something to do while I wait," She shrugs. A piece of spare paper and a small pencil from your case, you offer them out. Van crawls across the bed to collect the items.

"Can you let me finish now?"

"Course," Thankfully, Van Palmer seems to be a woman of her word this time around. As quiet as a mouse as you flip through pages and scribble things down. You're tempted to call Tai, but it's late, and with Van here, it would just feel awkward. You manage to finish, but not before the clock shows eleven. You should probably head to bed. If your parents come upstairs and find your lights still on, they'd probably tell you off. Turning back to Van, she's now lying down on the bed with all her attention on whatever she is working on. You stand up and walk on over. Lying down on the bed right beside her. Looks like she was drawing a picture. You reach for the paper, and she stops, but doesn't stop you; you pull it away to inspect it. It was clearly a person or an attempt at one, at least. Rough lines of graphite intersect much softer strokes.

"Whose this?"

"You," answered plain and simple. Suddenly, the lines come together in your brain, creating an image as she describes. A picture of you. Messy and imperfect, but she still chose to draw you.

"Me?" You question quietly, although it was mostly rhetorical. "Why did you draw me?"

"You looked pretty." Heat rushes to your face. The thumping of your heart. Van rolls over onto her back, looking up at you now. "It's not very good. I was just messing about."

"I..." All the words you can think of die in your throat. A testament to the power of a compliment when it comes from the right the right person. Lucky for you, Van changes the subject.

"So you're done with your work?"

"Uh," You place her drawing down, looking over at her. "Think so."

"So now what?"

"Bed." Answered plainly. "We have school tomorrow, and my mom will probably come in at any minute."

"Boring," She groans, but at least it's quieter than before. You ignore her, grabbing a pillow off your bed and tossing it on the floor alongside your blanket.

"Sorry, you have to stay on the floor. I'm just worried about my parents seeing,"

"It's fine," The redhead rolls onto her front before getting off the bed.

"Do you need another pillow or more blankets? I probably have some somewhere." You offer. Van is already making herself comfortable on the floor. Fluffing up the pillow and wrapped herself up in the blanket. You watch her for a moment. The blanket was pulled all the way up to her shoulders. A soft smile on her lips. A bad feeling about the fact that you're making her sleep on the floor. It can't be very comfortable, but if your mother comes up and sees her, you'd be in a lot of trouble. Getting down, you switch off the light before climbing back into bed. An eerie stillness envelops the room as you lie snuggled up in your bed. This wasn't how you saw your night going. Didn't expect to have Van Palmer sleeping on your floor. You wanna know more. Worried about why she'd be walking the streets at night, but you also don't wanna force her to talk about it. It feels awkward having her down there. You wonder if she is feeling it too.

"Van?" Asked quietly. Cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Yep, it's not so bad down here. I can see all the secrets you keep under the bed." She teases. Ever the jokester. It's off-putting to your true intentions.

"Did..." Was it even your place to ask? What if she takes it the wrong way? Your fingers tighten around the fabric of your duvet. Holding it like a protective shield around your body. "Did something happen at home?"

The silence that follows makes your stomach churn. Had you overstepped? Did she get you now? "Everything's fine." She bites. "We should sleep."

"Okay," You say quietly. Sinking further into the bed. "You... you can talk to me, y'know? If you ever want to." Van doesn't answer. You don't bother her with it anymore. But you can't help but peek over the side of the bed. She's turned away from you. A strip of moonlight made the deep red of her hair almost glow in the darkness. You really should have shut the curtains or something. You linger a moment. Admiring her in her calmness.

"Do you like Tai?" She questions abruptly. Catching you in the act of staring as she moves to lie on her back. Immediately, you retreat back to safety.

"W-What?"

"I won't tell anyone, I swear," Van declares rapidly. "Just kinda seems that way."

Does it? Is that the impression your friendship gives off? "No," said a little too defensively. Too sharp not to seem offended. "No. Why would you say that?"

"Tai is beautiful and cool? You have like a million photos of her and you're always around her," Van explains. "Like I get it. Better than anyone."

You table your suspected crush on Tai to pull the focus back to Van. "What do you mean better than anyone?"

"Are you serious? Half the school thinks I'm a dyke. I don't really try and hide it."

You'd be lying if you said you had never heard rumours about Van, but that was just childish gossip. This was Van actually confirming it.

"How did you..." You hesitate. Voice quieter. "Know?"

"I think I've always sorta known," Van replies. "Also, the first time I saw Jessica Rabbit was crazy," You laugh a little at the thought of a very young Van Palmer being in love with a cartoon. It was cute. "I've never really met anyone like me, though, but then I saw how you are with Tai. Got me thinking. I'm nothing like Tai."

"Van, I don't like Tai," You state. Tai was really great, but you've never really thought about her that way. It had never been crossed your mind. Then again, maybe that was more because you didn't like to think that way at all. It seemed almost shameful to think of girls that way. Like you're doing something wrong. The only time those thoughts seem to get loud is when you're around Van. She makes them harder to push down with her cute, stupid little face. Her stupid, infectious smile. Every time she makes a dumb joke or makes a clumsy mistake.

"My bad," Van interrupts your thoughts. A faint creak hits your ear. "I-"

"Wait," You shush her. A tense silence. Maybe you misheard? Your bedroom door creaks open a crack. Your parents must be heading to bed. They always check. Lucky for you, it's not a very thorough one tonight. Your door closes again, and you let out a relieved sigh. You had gotten away with it. Peering over the edge, Van's eyes are closed tight. "Van," You whisper. She doesn't respond. You wait. She doesn't respond. Guess the conversation is over. You don't want to continue probing. She looks so peaceful, but there's no way she was asleep yet. "I think... I might like you," You admit quietly, expecting some kind of reaction. Any kind of reaction. But she doesn't so much as flinch. So you move back and settle back into bed for a good night's sleep.

You wake up early the next morning, disturbed by the gentle pitter-patter of footsteps in your room. Rubbing at your sleepy eyes before they flicker open, squinting in the premature morning sun. "Van?" Her name is but a sigh from your lips.

"I should go before your parents wake up," Van insists. "Thanks for letting me stay."

It's too early. How was she so awake? She's lingering by your window, and you're suddenly worried about her falling. "You can use the front door, Spider-Man."

A noticeable smile. "You sure?"

"I'll walk you out." You push up, struggling to stifle a yawn.

"No, it's cool," She replies. "Sleep, I can see myself out."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," She heads for the door. "I'll see you at school."

"Okay. The spare key should be on the hook, just make sure you put it back."

"Will do, MJ." And with that, she exits the room. It's not hard to fall back asleep after Van leaves. You were plenty tired after last night.

The morning is relatively uneventful. You keep expecting your parents to bring up the secret girl you had in your room, but they don't. Everything progresses normally. You even manage to arrive at school with plenty of time to spare. The minute you step through the door it feels like you're immediately greeted by a very intense Taissa Turner. Bright-eyed and ready for a full day of school before the weekend.

"So?"

"Good morning to you too, Tai," You mumble sarcastically. She falls into step as you walk through the building.

"Did you finish or not?"

Of course, that's her main concern. "Yes, it's done."

"And it's actually good?"

"Tai," you groan loudly, an abrupt stop as you turn to face her. "Can we do this later? It's too early."

"What even happened? You never called me back," Her eyes search yours for an explanation, you sigh and continue walking.

"Yeah, sorry,"

"You're the one who wanted to call," She follows, now a step behind. "said it'd help you work better, then you just hang up on me."

"Gotcha." An arm flung over your shoulder drags you flush against another person. Its Van. She's caught Tai in the other.

"I just had something come up," You tell Tai, offering Van a little smile.

"You're here early," Tai comments. You know it's aimed at Van as she steps out of her grip. You pat Van's hand before removing yourself, too.

"Yeah, I was ready early, so I walked today." You eye her suspiciously. "You coming to homeroom?"

"Yes," You agree eagerly. You just wanted to get away from Tai, honestly. She was easier to handle after the first period. "I need to go to my locker first. I'll see you later, Tai."

"It better be done," Tai urges. You just roll your eyes, paths diverging down different corridors. Now you walk alongside Van.

"So did you actually go home or just wander about and come to school?"

"I went home,"

"Van," Stated firmly. A warning to tell the truth.

"I went home," She urges, a little more defensively. "I grabbed some stuff and came here. She shows you her backpack as proof.

"Okay," You're reassured by her bag. She didn't have that last night, so she must have gotten it from somewhere. "If you need somewhere to stay over the weekend, I'm sure my mom won't mind if I actually ask this time,"

"Nah, it's cool," she waves away your concern like it's unwarranted. Like she didn't show up at your window last night. You approach your locker. "Maybe we can do something, though?"

"Oh," Such a blunt question. You purse your lips, turning to unlock the metal door.

"No pressure," Van adds sharply. "I didn't mean like..." Her words trail off, but you know exactly what she meant. Her inability to finish her sentence confirmed that. She was asking you out like on a date. Twisting on your heel, you find her eyes cast down. Part of you knew she was awake when you confessed, but the other part hoped she wasn't. That you could just continue on like you didn't have a conversation at all.

"Should we... do we talk about it?" Her eyes flicker up to yours and you turn away, shoving books into your locker.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Van wonders cautiously. Did you want to talk about it? Talking about it would make it real. " I can pretend I was asleep- didn't hear a thing. I'm good with that."

Somehow, that makes you feel worse. Like leaving her with a secret she should never have known. You don't want to do that to her. You can't do that to her. You just needed to be brave like she was. "You... don't have to," You insist, turning around to face her. "I meant what I said." Your eyes meet. Heat rushes to your cheeks, making you glance away. "My tummy always feels funny when I'm around you. I get all hot and like flustered. I just... I don't know."

"You know, last night all I could think about was seeing you," She admits. "Everything was really shitty but you always make me feel better. You're just... so nice and kind to everyone and fucking beautiful. Even when I thought you were into Tai, I was just happy being around you."

"Van,"

"I know it's scary, but I really like you," Van admits. She takes a step closer. "Can you look at me?" she presses, and your eyes flicker up. "I really fucking like you."

A squeeze in your chest. You're not sure if it's good or bad, but you kinda wanna throw up right now. "I just don't want to disappoint you,"

"You could never,"

"But I'm not sure about how I feel," You admit. "I think I like you, but what if I'm wrong? I don't wanna hurt you."

"I get it." She's hurt. You can see it in her eyes. She's putting on a brave smile, but the rejection stings. You didn't even mean to do that. Hurt her. You wanted to protect her from that until you could figure it all out. "Don't worry. Friends still?" You shut your locker, and a sigh. Why can't you just be like Van? Courageous. Fearless. True to yourself. Was there really anything stopping you other than yourself? That desire to stay hidden. To shove the feelings down instead of facing them. "Or not..."

"Let's do something this weekend," a spur-of-the-moment thing. A quick decision. "Yeah."

"Really?" The switch-up is jarring for her. "Like a... date or?"

"I... don't know," Her eyes search your face. It's confusing. Her brow is knitted together, trying to understand. "I get it if you don't want to. I think I like you- I know I like you and you're right. It's... scary but I shouldn't push you away because of it."

"Maybe we can like figure it out together?" Van suggests. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Like you've given her the world, but in reality, you have barely moved an inch. You're still confused. "If you want to?"

"You're not worried?"

Van shrugs. "I'm willing to try. It's worth it to me. You're worth it."

You swallow hard. Mouth running dry. Your whole body fills with indescribable warmth. "We can figure it out... together," you repeat her words back to her. An attempt to reassure yourself more than here, but it has that effect anyway.

"Together," Van confirms.

"We should... get to homeroom before we get marked absent." You offer a smile. Small but genuine, which she returns. You go to walk away, when Van takes your hand in hers. You freeze. Heart beating that little bit louder.

"Is this okay?" Van queries. You take a deep breath, glancing around the hallway. Nobody was paying either of you any attention. Nobody cared. And in that moment of realisation that you're not the centre of attention, you're just a little less scared.

"Yeah. Yes, it is." You express warmly. A gentle squeeze of her hand as she leads the way down the hallway.

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Hey! I love your writing! I swear I feel like I’ve read Avery thing because it is so good🫶 I absolutely love the way you write the boys and their personalities, truly my favourite!

I was also wondering if I could request a fic? Feel free to ignore. But can I request a poly! Marauders comfort fic kind of based on my day rn😭today I had to get glasses after sooo many years of not needing them. And I bough a pair but hate the way I look in them. Came straight home and cried about it, which turned to not feeling good enough in general.

Hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting! i'm so sorry that happened, i hate my glasses too. i hope you are feeling better, you're absolutely gorgeous and glasses can't change that. gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: insecurity, swearing

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You were staring into the mirror, switching between taking your new glasses off and putting them back on. When you took them off, your head began throbbing and your vision blurred. When they were back on you winced painfully at your appearance in the mirror. A mix of insecurity over the way the frames looked, and the new clarity you had in seeing your face. It was like putting the glasses on had opened a Pandora’s Box of insecurity. Now, no matter if they were on or off, you couldn’t stop picking apart your face. 

You set the glasses on the counter, scrubbing your watery eyes with the heel of your hand and wishing you never had to see yourself again. Remus found you in the bathroom, face pinched painfully and sniffling as you covered your eyes. 

“Dovey,” He said, fear creeping into his tone. “What’s happened, huh?” He shuffled over to your side, spinning you around to face him. His large hands were braced on your shaking shoulders as you hid your face in your hands and whined in a way that made his heart clench. He went to pull your wrists away from your face, which was when you spoke up.

“No, no.” You held fast, keeping your hands firmly in place. 

“Are you hurt? Why won’t you let me see you?” This whole situation was clearly making your usually calm boyfriend's head spin. He was at a loss, not wanting to become aggressive and scare you more, but also needing to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. He settled on tucking you into his chest and cradling the back of your head as you cried. You sniffled sadly into his knit sweater as two sets of feet padded across the carpet, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom. 

“Fuck,” Sirius said. Remus would’ve scolded him, if it hadn’t required him to pull away from you. “What’s going on?” He placed a hand in the middle of your back, eyes roving over you for a source of pain. James was equally distraught, but he handled this kind of thing best. He had a way of pulling guarded information out of people. 

“Baby, what’s got you crying so hard?” You lifted your face from Remus’ chest, still looking down to shield yourself. Remus tried to tilt your chin up, but you were being unusually stubborn. 

“Let me look at you.” Remus said, knocking his knuckles under your chin. You just shook your head. James turned you so all three of the boys were in front of you and tried to make you look up again, but you held fast and James was too scared of hurting you.

“Why won’t you let us see you, sweetheart?” James probed. Something in his gentle tone just broke you further, making you want to spill your guts. You relaxed enough for James to make you look up, red-rimmed eyes and glossy features making him want to cry as well. 

“Baby,” Sirius gasped. You breathed as deep as you could, trying not to cry worse as Remus used his sleeve to wipe at your wet cheeks. You were doing okay, until a wave of pain ripped through your head, making you grab your temples and whine. James cooed, familiar with the feeling and reached for your glasses. 

“No, I don’t want them.” You choked, miserably. 

“You’ve gotta wear them, lovely. Or your headache is jus’ gonna get worse.” He smoothed your hair away from your face, but you still wouldn’t let him put them on you. 

“Why don’t you wanna wear your glasses, baby?” Sirius questioned. 

“I hate them, they make me look so ugly. Like a fly or something.” You cringed wetly. Remus inhaled sharply, grabbing you to hold you again. 

“Is that what's made you so sad?” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as you nodded against his chest. James pouted, wanting to cry. 

“Wait,” Sirius cut in, sounding incredulous. “Is that why you wouldn’t let us look at you too?” James looked shell shocked and Remus’ face was pinched. You nodded again. 

“Sweetheart,” James pulled you from Remus’ grasp to have you look at them. He held your face, looking at you with too much love as we wiped your cheeks again. You were still wincing, uncomfortable from all the attention. Sirius turned your face to see him. 

“You’re breakin’ our hearts, sweet thing.” He smiled sadly at you. “Can’t believe you would think that.” He stroked your jaw with his thumb, pity covering his features. James let you go so that Sirius could have his turn loving on you. He held your gaze, letting his fingers roam over your features. “My baby, you’re so pretty. So, so fucking pretty. There’s nothing you could do to make us think otherwise. No reason to ever have to hide yourself from us.” He glanced over to Remus, wordlessly asking for the glasses. You tried to shrink away, but you were stopped by his hold on you. 

“You’re gonna hate them.” You warned, giving up on winning this battle. Remus scoffed. 

“You really think some glasses are gonna stop you from being gorgeous?” He asked like you were being silly. “Do you think that James is ugly? Do you think that we think James is ugly?” He looked at you accusatory. 

“No! Of course not!” You looked at James, floundering to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He just smiled at you reassuringly, placing a hand on your shoulder to placate you. 

“See, if you can love me with mine, then hopefully you can see that we love you with yours.” James rubbed your back as Sirius slid the frames onto your face, leaning forward to kiss your nose. 

“See? Absolutely gorgeous.” The pale boy praised. James turned you to face him, eyes swelling with fondness as he grabbed your face in his hands. 

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “I love them!” They had all known that you were getting glasses, but they hadn't seen them yet. You shied under his love. “You look so fucking precious.” He cooed, turning your face to let Remus see. “What do you think, Moons?” He leaned down to kiss your cheek. 

“Perfect.” Remus smiled softly, making your own spread across your face. 

Maybe they weren’t so bad.

[yourdailyangel]

Hope you guys don't mind but I need some comfort rn and I hate to bother other people so I'll do it instead.

I've got a lot running through my mind so while I had the idea I thought to share. Maybe it'll bring you some comfort as well my flower ❤️

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Astarion is pretty in tune when it comes to your emotions even if people believe otherwise.

When you came home one night with a heavy sigh and tired eyes astarion knew that something was troubling you.

"My little love what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

You don't even have the energy to vocalize your response, with a tired shake of the head you answer no.

He paused, analyzing your face looking for a sign or clue of what could bring his beautiful love home so sad and defeated.

He lets out a soft "hm" and suddenly you feel strong arms around you, protecting you from the outside for a moment, you could hear his heartbeat strong maybe even a bit fast but oddly...it was comforting. You took in his scent your shoulders finally relaxing all the days troubles melting away in his arms. "My love if something is wrong... Please tell me." His voice is soft almost a gentle whisper, you tear up at his words, your heart was hurting but you couldn't give a real answer as to WHY. "Darling" he pulls an arm away gently cupping your cheek, his thumb gently glides over the side of your cheek "Do not cry fret my love. I'm here" and with that a tear falls down your cheek "Shhh" his voice is a bit softer than earlier. "It's okay my love. Do you want to cuddle hm?" You nod. "as you wish darling" he picks you up bridal style and swiftly carries you to your shared bedroom, laying you down gently as if you could break. He gets into bed next to you pulling closer. "I'm sorry you had a rough day my love. But I'm here with you now" you believe his words are comforting especially after a brutal day. You find you slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms, he places a soft tender kiss on your forehead and drifts off to sleep as well, still holding you in his arms you both safe and sound in each other.

[lexawritex]

—feelings

★you develop feelings for your bestfriend, turns out she was feeling the same.

;fluff, non-idol!julie x fem!reader

a/n: having my exams rn yet here i am

it all started on the first day of school—typical. you walked into a room full of unfamiliar faces, surrounded by an environment that felt foreign. determined to appear confident, you mustered every ounce of courage to start a conversation. but despite your efforts, each interaction fizzled into short, fleeting exchanges.

that is until, she came.

sporting a simple green top, paired with denim pants. her hair neatly brushed, cascading down her shoulders that were pushed back as she strode into the room with confidence. wearing a smile that got you mesmerized in the first place.

she sat several seats away, and that small distance left a pang of disappointment in your chest. nevertheless, as soon as the final bell rang, you wasted no time bolting out of the room—eager to head home and shake off the weight of the long first day.

but a voice called you out.

"hey, yn, right?"

you had never turned your head so fast in your life.

eyes widening, you nodded, suddenly forgetting how to speak. your heart pounded in your chest—she was talking to you.

"i'm julie han. i'm kind of new to this city, so i don't really know anyone here. and i heard from your little introduction earlier that you like exploring, so i figured you might know the place a lot?"

you were definitely listening, but god—her honey-like, slightly raspy voice made your ears melt.

"i mean, i could've asked the others, but they're kind of intimidating, and you give off a fun aura, so... yeah," she finished, snapping you out of your daze.

"oh, uhm, yeah! i do wander around a lot, and sure! i can give you a tour around the city, or we can explore the school if you have time. i was actually planning on checking out the campus, so you can tag along if you want."

you lied about that last part—you would’ve gone straight home if julie hadn’t approached you.

speaking of which, the woman's smile widened as she nodded. you swore your knees almost gave out at the sight of it.

first day of school—not so bad, you thought to yourself as you wandered the halls with julie by your side.

weeks passed, and your relationship naturally progressed. fate seemed to be on your side when you were assigned seats next to each other, making it even easier to grow close. julie, ever so comfortable around you, never hesitated to drape an arm over your shoulder, playfully nudge you, or intertwine your fingers with hers. physical touch—it was her love language, something you quickly learned as the days went by.

you also made plenty of friends, which was a relief—it meant you had people to confide in, especially about something julie must never find out.

the thing is, as you and julie grew closer, you started developing feelings. you didn't know when it began or why—it just happened. one day, you looked at her, and suddenly, butterflies erupted in your stomach, wild and uncontrollable.

but no matter how hard you tried—no matter how many fleeting flirts or meaningless conversations you entertained—nothing could bury the feelings you had for julie. she was always there, lingering in your mind, in the way your heart skipped a beat when she laughed, in the warmth of her touch that stayed long after she pulled away. and it terrified you.

every time you thought you had a grip on your feelings, julie would do something that sent your heart into a frenzy again. like that time she draped her jacket over you when you fell asleep at your desk or when she brought you snacks because, in her words,

"you always forget to eat when you're stressed."

it was torture—falling for someone who was unknowingly making you fall even harder.

you became each other’s safe space, sharing secrets, dreams, and late-night thoughts that no one else knew. julie would rant about her day, seek your advice, and sometimes even rest her head on your shoulder when she was too tired to keep up her perfect facade.

but no matter how deep your bond grew, you kept your feelings locked away. she mustn’t know. you couldn’t risk losing what you already had.

you found yourself a distraction when you joined the school's dance club. her name was natty— a wild force on stage, yet off it, she was the sweetest person you'd ever met.

she helped you improve and grow as a dancer, becoming your biggest motivation to attend club gatherings—just to see her. but if your heart had to choose, it would still scream julie's name.

you thought that things would stay as they are, you and julie being just friends, having unrequited feelings for her and a slight crush on natty. but destiny had other plans for you.

you sat in the cafeteria with your other friends, yunjin and belle. the three of you were talking about crushes and you were telling them about your little moments with natty, squealing ang giggling like a little girl.

"and she asked me to go get coffee at their place. she was like "hey, wanna get coffee at my place before practice starts? my house is just across the school gates." oh my god!" you squealed, wiggling in your seat.

"who asked who?"

the familiar voice of the one who held your heart made you snap your head around so fast it nearly gave you whiplash.

julie stood there, her expression calm—too calm. but you knew her well enough to see past the façade. she wasn’t in the mood. still, you mustered a small smile, hoping to ease whatever storm was brewing behind her eyes.

"yn said something about how her crush asked her out for coffee last week," yunjin casually revealed.

julie's lips parted slightly, as if she had something to say, but she quickly pressed them shut. with a small nod, she settled beside you, silent and unreadable.

meanwhile, you continued your little rant about your so-called crush, oblivious to the way julie’s fingers lightly clenched against her lap.

unbeknownst to you, julie would secretly roll her eyes every time natty’s name was mentioned, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. she'd bite her tongue, holding back words she wasn’t sure she had the right to say.

as the two of you walked home, you carried the conversation alone, filling the silence with your usual chatter. but julie—who would normally tease or chime in—remained unusually quiet. her eyes stayed fixed straight ahead, her hands shoved into her pockets, barely acknowledging your words.

"hey, you okay?" you asked, catching her attention.

she turned to you, forcing a tight-lipped smile before nodding.

"yeah, i'm fine."

but you weren’t convinced. the usual sparkle in her eyes was nowhere to be found, replaced by something distant—something unreadable.

"hmm, wanna crash at my place? my parents are gone until tomorrow," you offered casually.

julie glanced at you, a small smile tugging at her lips before nodding. "sure, let me stop by mine to grab some clothes."

you shook your head. "no need, just wear mine."

she paused mid-step, turning to look at you for a moment longer than necessary before clearing her throat.

"okay, sure," she muttered, shifting her gaze back ahead.

meanwhile, you couldn't hide your giddy smile at the thought of julie in your clothes.

the two of you arrived at your place, and you made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab some snacks before heading to your room.

julie dropped her bag on the floor and flopped onto your bed with a deep sigh. you chuckled at the sight.

"you seem... bothered. wanna talk about it?" you asked, settling beside her.

she stayed silent for a moment before finally sitting up. when she looked at you, her gaze felt different—intense, almost as if she was staring straight into your soul.

julie held your gaze for what felt like an eternity before finally speaking, her voice softer than usual.

"do you really like her?" she asked, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your blanket.

you were surprised, eyes slightly widened. you blinked, processing her words.

"wait, is this about natty?" you questioned.

she nodded, eyes searching yours for an answer she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear.

"i mean… yeah, i kinda do," you replied hesitantly. "she’s amazing, and she makes me motivated and stuff."

julie’s lips pressed into a thin line. she looked away for a moment, as if debating something internally, before letting out a short chuckle—one that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"that’s nice," she said, voice unreadable. "i just… i guess i never really pictured you with her."

"what do you mean?" you tilted your head, watching her carefully.

she exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of her neck. "nothing, forget it." but the way she avoided your gaze told you it was definitely something.

you walked to the bed, sitting down beside her.

"julie, talk to me."

she finally met your eyes again, this time with an expression that made your breath hitch. something raw. vulnerable.

"what if i don’t want you to like her?" she murmured.

the room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier. your heart pounded in your chest.

"julie…" you breathed out, unsure if this was really happening.

she swallowed hard, eyes flickering down to your lips before locking with yours again.

"what if i want you to like me instead?"

silence filled the air as you two shared an intense eye contact.

"is that wrong?" she added.

your heart pounded against your chest as you struggled to process her words. julie—your best friend, the girl you had secretly loved for so long—just told you that she wanted you. something that you've been wishing for.

but no words came out of your mouth. you felt your entire system crashing at her confession.

she looked at you with worry in her eyes, the same eyes that once sparkled now glimmering with unshed tears. her grip on your hand tightened, as if afraid you’d slip away.

"please," she whispered, voice laced with vulnerability. "just say something."

you swallowed the lump in your throat, your own emotions threatening to spill over. seeing her like this��so raw, so open—was something you never expected.

finally processing, you chuckled and heaved a sigh. julie wore a confused face as she stared at your reaction.

"no....no it's not wrong, julie...i...oh gosh.."

you looked at her eyes, hands reaching for hers.

"i've been wanting, wishing and begging to the universe for this day to come."

julie’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as your words settled in. her grip on your hands tightened, as if grounding herself in the moment.

"you… you have?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

you let out a breathless laugh, nodding. "julie, i’ve been hopelessly in love with you for so long. i tried to ignore it, to push it away, but no matter what i did… it was always you."

a shaky smile tugged at her lips before she let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. "so all this time… we were just dancing around each other, too scared to say it first?"

you chuckled, squeezing her hands. "seems like it."

julie paused, looking at you with furrowed brows.

"but i thought you liked natty?" you chuckled, letting go of her hand to scratch the back of your neck.

"i did, in a way," you admitted, letting out a small sigh. "i was trying to distract myself from my feelings for you. i guess i was in denial—convincing myself that we were just friends, that what i felt was one-sided."

julie chuckled, playfully swatting your arm with a teasing glint in her eyes.

"well, looks like it wasn’t so one-sided after all," she mused, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

the room fell into silence as both of you froze, eyes locked in an unspoken conversation.

slowly, she leaned in, her gaze flickering from your lips back to your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.

in a breathy whisper, she asked, "can I?"

instead of answering, you let your actions speak, closing the small space between you.

your lips met hers in a soft, delicate kiss—gentle yet electrifying. in that moment, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the warmth of each other.

pulling away, your eyes met, and there it was—that familiar sparkle. only this time, it shined even brighter. a soft giggle escaped her lips, her smile so radiant it made your heart race all over again.

she whined, "stop looking at me like that! i'm gonna melt!"

you chuckled, only to be caught off guard as she tackled you onto the soft mattress. her arms wrapped around you, face buried in the crook of your neck, her warmth seeping into your skin.

"julie—" you tried, but she only tightened her hold, her muffled voice coming out in a playful grumble.

"just let me hide for a second... you're too much."

as you lay there, wrapped up in each other, a comfortable silence filled the room.

julie's breath fanned against your neck, her arms still locked around you as if she never wanted to let go.

"so... does this mean you're mine now?" she teased, running her fingers through your hair.

you pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "i've always been yours," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

julie felt her heart swelled at your words, and before you knew it, she was kissing you again—slow and tender, as if to savor the moment.

when she pulled away, you both let out a breathless laugh, foreheads resting against each other.

"we better sleep before i get tempted to kiss you all night." she said making you chuckle.

with that, she nestled into you, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt just right.

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── SAY IT AGAIN . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka the one where you say it and jake needs to hear it ten more times. at least.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 1.2k ⌗ fluff, crack, romcom, teeth rottingly sweet

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── guyssss ok as i promised here is jakey boy finally earning love back <3 i think we've had him suffer long enough LOL also hope everyone is doing alright <33 i'm on vacation rn so not as responsive but ty for all the constant love :D

The sky is blue.

Grass is green.

You love Jake.

The earth is round.

All facts. All uncomplicated. All undeniable.

And it doesn’t hit you out of nowhere, no.

You know it’s been there—the quiet, steady build. A soft ache growing in the background.

Growing with each time Jake offered you the last fry. Each time he would drop down to tie your shoe lace that you didn’t even know was loose. Each time he stayed.

And now, all he’s doing is existing—sitting across from you in this tiny 24/7 ramen shop you both wandered into at this ungodly hour because neither of you could sleep, watching him attempt to twirl a borderline criminal amount of noodles in between his chopsticks.

And you know you love him.

You love the way his brows furrow in concentration like he’s solving world hunger. You love the way he sticks his tongue out a little in focus, completely oblivious to how stupidly endearing it makes him look.

And you love how, despite everything—despite your walls, your fear, your messes—

He’s still here. Always here.

And you love him. You’ve always loved him.

So much that—

You don’t even realize you’ve said it out loud.

Not until Jake freezes mid-noodle lift, his chopsticks dangling comically in the air like someone’s pressed the pause button on his life.

“…What,” he croaks out.

Voice cracked.

Eyes wide.

Noodles forgotten.

And you?

Oh.

OH.

“You—what did you just say?” he asks, voice an octave higher than normal. Panicked.

Like he genuinely thinks he might be hallucinating. Like someone spiked his noodles with delusion.

You stare at him.

He stares back.

I—” You swallow. “Nothing. I said nothing.”

Jake immediately drops his chopsticks in his bowl with a clatter, tiny drops of soup splattering around but he doesn’t care. Not even a flinch.

“No. No, you did not just say nothing. I know I heard it. Say it again.”

You shake your head so fast you think you give yourself whiplash, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jake makes a noise. An actual noise.

Somewhere between a breathless laugh, a wheeze, and maybe the noise a cartoon character makes when their heart pops out of their chest.

He leans—or launches—himself across the table, hands immediately grabbing over yours like he’s desperate (which, to be fair, he is).

“Baby. Please,” his voice cracks on the last word, and you’ve never seen his eyes so big, so sparkly, so tragic.

It’s pathetic.

It’s adorable.

You love him.

Your cheeks burn as you groan, tilting your head back, “You’re so annoying.”

“I know,” Jake nods so aggressively his hair flops into his eyes. “And I will continue to be annoying if it means you’ll say it again. Please, I’m begging you—”

You watch him for a long moment, pursing your lips to hold back your smile, pretending to think about it.

He looks like a kicked puppy.

A trembling, hopeful, kicked puppy.

And well—

You already said it once.

A soft smile tugs at your lips.

“I love you,” you say, gently.

And Jake physically malfunctions.

His hands grip yours even tighter, his mouth dropping open, eyes sparkling.

“Say it again.”

A laugh escapes you, shaking your head at how ridiculous your poor boyfriend is being.

“You’re such a loser, Jakey.”

“I don’t care,” he breathes. “Say it again—”

“I love you, Jake.”

A high-pitched, semi-feral squeak.

That’s the only way to describe the sound that comes out of him.

His head drops to the table with a soft thunk.

“Oh my god,” his voice muffled into the table. “Hold on, just give me a minute—”

You grin, your face glowing as you lean over and press a soft kiss to Jake’s head, your voice light and full of affection, “I love you.”

Sim Jaeyun is officially dead.

You have killed him.

It’s absolutely insane.

It’s absolutely adorable.

You absolutely love him.

Jake peeks his head up just enough to see you smiling back at him already, “You have to stop or I will combust. Right here, right now. Goodbye, world—”

You giggle, resting your chin in your palm as you watch him completely lose it, “Alright, alright, don’t act too surprised—you act like we haven’t been dating for this long.”

Jake fully lifts his head up from the table now, all flushed cheeks, starry eyes, and wrecked smiles.

“Well, yeah,” he breathes, eyes never leaving your face as if he’s trying to memorize exactly how you’re looking at him right now. “But now you love me. Officially. Out loud. With words.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, but something deep in you swells. Your smile softens. Your voice lowers, quieter now, more vulnerable.

“I think…” you murmur, your gaze drifting down to the way your hands fit so perfectly in his own, “I think I have for a while now. Love you, I mean.”

Jake doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t have to.

You glance up to find him watching you with something devastating in his expression, his mouth parting a little, but no sound coming out.

You smile, a little self-conscious, your voice growing smaller, “I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out. I guess I was scared. Or stupid. Or both.”

You laugh softly, eyes lowering as guilt pricks at you, “I’m sorr—”

“Don’t apologize.”

His voice is firm, but gentle.

You blink up at him.

Jake squeezes your hand. Grounds you.

“You don’t have to apologize for needing time. I would’ve waited forever. You know that, right?”

And you do.

Of course, you do.

Because it’s in his voice. In every quiet gesture. In every late-night snack run and sleepy phone call and every I saw this and thought of you.

In the way he looks at you now like you’re made of stardust and sunshine and everything good.

Something sacred.

Something worth waiting for.

You let out a small breath.

“You’re gonna make me cry in a ramen shop.”

Jake’s mouth twitches.

“You’re gonna make me cry in a ramen shop.”

You snort, eyes crinkling as you reach over to shove him lightly, “Drama queen.”

Jake ignores that completely, grinning as he leans over the table, his face now just inches from yours.

And that’s when your heart does a full-body somersault.

Because you realize—

It’s just him.

It’s Jake. Always Jake.

With his messy hair and stupid sparkly eyes and annoyingly perfect hands and beautiful way of loving you exactly right.

You lean in too, matching his grin.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Say it one more time?”

A laugh.

“God help me.”

“Pleaseeeee?”

You think for a second before a small smirk grows on your lips.

Then—you close the gap and kiss him.

Right over the table. Right over your now-cold ramen. Right in the middle of this dimly lit 24/7 noodle shop that you’re glad only has you two as customers right now.

And when you pull back, breathless, giddy, smiling like a total idiot hopelessly in love—

Jake’s already smiling back.

“You love me,” he mutters again, in total awe.

You nod, eyes soft.

“I love you.”

Jake groans, like it physically hurts him to hold that much joy, “The love of my life just confessed her undying love to me over soggy noodles at 3AM and I don’t even care.”

You burst out into giggles, rolling up a napkin before tossing it at his face.

“Okay Romeo, eat your soggy noodles.”

Jake catches it mid-air—still grinning, still glowing.

And as he goes back to shoving aggressively large bites of cold ramen into his mouth, you realize—

Yeah.

Without a doubt—

You love him.

You really, really do.

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[the-kr8tor]

Okay I had a fic idea and rushed to tumblr to see if your requests were open I'm lowkey shaking rn.

Anyway can we imagine hobie and reader who are friends but secretly having feelings for each other, and one night reader gets a little too drunk at a party and sends a confession text to hobie ?! And the way he would come to pick her up right after this and confess in return AAAAAAAKFODJODNXODBF do you think you could write something about it ? No one can write Hobie fics like you 💕❤️

Hi hi I combined both of your requests bc they were similar hope you don't mind. Changed it up a bit but it's basically the same! Thank you for requesting!! 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW alcohol, fluff.

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Getting wine drunk is a bad idea, getting wine drunk alone is an even worse idea. Your vision swirls whilst you watch the most mind numbing reality tv there is. Mind hazy, the smell of stale popcorn filtering in the air, blanket comfortably on your legs. You look at your phone right next to you like it owes you money.

With a narrowed glance, the screen blinks open like you commanded it in your mind. You don't miss how you quickly take it in your wobbly hands despite the alcohol warming your insides. Huffing, you're immensely disappointed to see a notification from one of the games you play to pass the time.

‘Your castle is under attack!’ it says in bold letters, and you wish it was him texting you instead. Your wallpaper doesn't help much with your pining, the picture’s a bit blurry but even the blurriness can't hide how deeply in love you are with your best friend. You remember when the photo was taken, and you remember how fast your heart was beating in your ribcage when Hobie yanked you towards him. Sweat still clinging to him from his energetic performance, adrenaline still flowing in his veins as he squeezes his face close to yours. He gives the camera his signature smirk, whilst you could only manage a lopsided smile. Eyes shimmering under the spotlights, arms bravely wrapped around his middle.

You still can't believe you fumbled that day, you thought you had your confession in the bag, but when he stared at you with those brown eyes you loved so much since year eight, the words got stuck in your throat. With alcohol in your system, flooding your nerves with courage, you open your phone to finally tell him your feelings.

> Heyyy boo thang <3

You giggle whilst you hover your thumb at the send button. Backtracking and drunk off cheap wine, you add more to your message.

> Heyyy boo thang <3 just messaging u how ur doing and also I love u so much like a lot ever somce you held my hand during pe when that ball hit my face I loveee u and not just a friend muah <3

Eyes scanning the message, a sudden realization hits you like a truck, as if sobering you immediately. The thought of sending a love confession to *your best friend has you sitting up right on the settee, moreso via text message. But before you could erase it and forget about it, a sudden scream startles you, jolting, the sound making you drop your phone on the carpet.

“Shit!” You glare at the fallen phone then at the telly where the reality stars are now pulling each other's hair like they're in the playground.

With an annoyed click of your tongue, you take your phone from the ground to check the damage. Sighing in relief, you see no cracks in the screen, but your heart falls on the floor once you see that your drunken message has been sent. “No! Motherfucker—!”

Hobie’s head is pounding from the combined powers of the pints he chugged and the loud music banging on stage. The old leather seats of the booth scratch at his jeans, the smoky and musty air entering his lungs, and the warm lights shining in his blurring vision. He usually doesn't mind it, he thrives in the environment. But his band mates basically dragged him into the pub when he was supposed to be hanging out with you tonight.

“Mates before chicks!” James said, earning a loud slap from Yuri a second later. “You hang around her too much, we miss our guitarist.” Ned mumbles with his puppy dog eyes that Hobie never thought would actually work on him. “Just one round with us! And you can come back home to your girl.” Riri added with a teasing grin. Hobie didn't even correct her at this point, and he knows it’s not just for one round.

After sending you a heartfelt message using Ned's phone, he rescheduled the weekly hangout where you and Hobie would watch the crappiest show you could find airing on cable, and whoever leaves the couch first owes the winner dinner. To which Hobie always sees as a win/win, he gets to hangout with you more, and he gets to see you smile when he purposely loses. Hobie invited you to the pub, even though he knows you'd reject his proposal, simply because he knows you hate the place, and how the carpet sticks to your shoes.

He knows you more than he knows himself.

It's hard enough to find the time to see you with all his responsibilities. He hates it when he could only settle with a quick phone call every night to check in on eachother. Especially when just a few years ago you were hanging out with him almost everyday.

He never thought he'd miss you this much when he agreed.

Hobie loves his friends, he really does, but you just have a very special place in his heart that he wishes he was in yours too.

Nursing a pint, he drowns his feelings with the amber drink and loud chatter with his band mates. Riri grumbles something about her landlord, while Yuri replies back with a ‘mine’s always open for subletting,’ she says in a singing tone. A minute later, the entire table looks at him with similar glints in their eyes.

“What?” He asks a little too roughly.

“You should get your own phone, mate, because I don't want to see your bloody messages.” Ned scoffs, his phone in hand. “Seriously, this one is sweet and all but this could take a turn real fucking quick, and I don't want to see that shit.”

“What the fuck are you talkin' ‘bout?” Hobie doesn't think he's that drunk yet, even though he doesn't notice how his words slur together, or how his tongue sits heavy in his mouth.

Riri and Yuri giggle amongst themselves, while James takes a peek at Ned's phone before making a dramatic shocked face.

His nerves shoot up when James mouths your name. Are you hurt? Are you mad at him? “Y/N, texted? What’d she say?” Hobie tries to snatch the phone from Ned, to which his friend pulls it away from him playfully.

“Oh I'm gonna need some popcorn.” Yuri snickers.

Ned, being equally drunk, clears his throat dramatically while leaning away from Hobie, who is too drunk to even win against James who's currently holding him back. James laughs like a hyena in Hobie's ear, while Riri takes a picture of the chaos.

“Hey! Boo thang! Heart emoji.” Ned reads unabashedly, the girls laugh louder at Hobie's expense. “Just messaging you how you're doing, and also I love you so much!” Ned tries to copy your voice, “Like a lot—!” Hobie has had enough, cheeks hot (not from the alcohol) he uses his spider strength to push past James, then grabbing the phone so quickly that not even the owner processed what happened until he sees it in Hobie's hand. “You're no fun, mate.”

“Has anyone ever told you not to read someone else's messages?” Hobie hides the screen on his chest.

“It's my fucking phone!” Ned gestures wildly.

Hobie glares at his bassist, he peeks down at the bright screen, your name up top and caller ID smiling at him. He can't help but smile back.

He might be drunk, but he's not drunk enough to hallucinate you confessing your love to him. Via Ned's phone nonetheless.

He feels bodies crowd around him, Yuri's chin is pressed on his left shoulder while Ned on his right. Riri pushes James away to get a closer look at the screen while James settles to loom over everyone like some muscle-bound shield.

“What the fuck are you lot doin’?” Hobie asks, hands gripping the phone like it's about to be snatched from him.

“We're dying from anticipation here, bruv.” James says above everyone.

“‘Anticipation’, that's a big word, James.”

“Eat a bag of dicks, Yuri.”

“You first—”

“Would you all shut up?” Hobie hisses, eyes glued to the tiny dots at the bottom, indicating that you're currently typing.

“She's typing.” Riri whispers.

“We can all see that, Riri.” Ned whispers back.

Hobie shushes them both when the three dots disappear without a new message. His heart hammers at his chest, he feels like he's back in high school, way back when you could just smile at him and his day will be made better.

“Just tell her, mate.” Ned says a lot softer than Hobie thought he was capable. “We all know you love her, just bloody tell her because I'm gonna need my phone back to call a cab real fucking soon.” And he ruined it.

“D’you have a curfew, Neddy?” James asks teasingly, earning a scowl from Ned.

Ned rolls his eyes. “I'm just saying, she might appreciate it if you actually reply to it.”

“I think she's drunk.” Riri pipes up, everyone looks at her. She roams her eyes towards each of their faces. Rolling her eyes she points at the message. “Look, there's so many mistakes there and I've texted with Y/N before, she doesn't text like that.”

“What's wrong with texting with spelling mistakes? I do that.” James smiles.

“Because it's just you, you ding dong.” Yuri teases, and James fakes a deep frown.

“Being drunk doesn't mean she didn't mean the text. The alcohol might've just helped her send it.” Ned reassures Hobie.

“I did it.” Hobie half exclaims, bleary eyes repeatedly reading his text. I fucking did it, shit! He thinks to himself. Hobie's suddenly incredibly sweaty.

“Oh shit! That's my guy!” Ned punches Hobie's bicep. The rest look at him with bewilderment.

“What did you even say?” Riri scooches closer to read.

> I love you too I might be drunk right now but I wasn't when I first realized it I have loved you since you gave me hot chocolate when I was freezing my ass off trying to win that stupid selling contest

“Holy fuck.” Yuri pats Hobie's cheek. “Can't believe you're capable of being sweet.”

“Shit, bruv,” James sniffs, his tears falling on the screen. “that shit is awe inspiring— don't even start, Yuri”

“Wasn't gonna,” she shrugs.

Ned pokes Hobie's side when he realizes his friend hasn't moved an inch from his position. “You okay, Hobs?”

Hobie inhales shakily, a smile slowly spreading across his lips once your message pops up. He swears that fireworks suddenly lit up inside him.

“Oh my god—” Riri tears up, but before the rest of the band reads the message, Hobie jumps out of his seat, even forgetting his own jacket in the process.

“Hobie—shit! Wait!” Ned tries to call him back, but Hobie's already out of the pub, sprinting fast. “My fucking phone.” He could only scratch his head.

The wind nips at his bare arms, lungs heaving whilst he runs at full speed. He should've brought his web shooters with him, but he unfortunately left it in his jacket pockets. If he had them he'd be swinging to your place so he could get to you faster.

Hobie's glad that it's late, or else he'll be dodging people left and right. Boots thumping loudly across the pavement, hand gripping Ned's phone, getting closer to your familiar street, he curves around the corner, almost bumping into you.

He stops your momentum with his arms. He feels his own jacket against his arms, you wear his hoodie well. Your chest heaves, grin slowly appearing on your wind whipped lips.

“Hobie?” You ask and everything clicks together in his mind.

All the tentative touches you two shared, all the hugs that lingered a few seconds longer, all the times that you looked at him like he fished the moon out for you. And all the times he looked at you like you're made out of stars. It all comes together in that dusty street corner where you both have crossed a thousand times before.

“Looks like we had the same idea.” Hobie softly says, clammy hands sliding down to your own sweaty palms. He doesn't mind, it's you, so he would never mind it.

“I guess you read my message.” You hold him close, hands squeezing at his hands that you've mapped out in your mind.

He chuckles, sliding his hand out from yours to show you the screen. “‘Say it to me in person and I'll say it back,’ doesn't give me much leeway, love.” The streetlight above perfectly aligns above you, giving you both a spotlight.

You mirror his smitten smile. “What are you waiting for then?”

Hobie pockets the phone, then he holds your face gently, eyes staring at you like he always has. “I love you.”

You pull him closer by his collar. “I love you too, Hobie Brown.”

“Since when?” He rags you on.

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Ever since I got hit in the face with a basketball and you deflated it with your spiked bracelet and then called the jock who threw it a wanker.” He smiles wider at every word you utter. Leaning closer, he smells the wine on your lips. “The hot cocoa, really? That—” you fight the tears from flowing. “That was years before we became best friends.”

“And I've continued to love you since then, and will love you as long as you let me.” Hobie presses his forehead atop yours, a kiss would suffice better, but for now, he'll settle for this.

You know him better than you know yourself. “Save me a kiss once we're both sober?”

“They're all reserved for you, love.”

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In Your Head (And Out Of Your Heart) (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n requested

Also, I promise I've got others lined up. There was just a wave of Stephy and Cait lined up in my requests, and I'm just doing first come, first served rn 😅

Summary: Moments for the trio, complications, expectations, and satisfactory temptations. or all the times everybody but the three of you realise you love them a little more than friends do.

Sleek muscular lines run up the outside of her calves, defining themselves with every strain of the muscular legs belonging to the sweet and bubbly Australian.

Apparently, facing the treadmills away from the wall so that one could see the whole gym when doing their runs was what the interior designers wanted.

It also meant anyone doing hip thrusts was in your direct line of sight, facing off to the side.

The way her shorts ride up slightly, showing off toned thighs, was another problem.

You shake your head a little.

Why were you ogling... again..

Steph's your best friend. You don't want to make it awkward. Sure, all friends called each other hot and stuff, but they definitely don't check each other out in attempted subtlety.

The soft grunts as she lifts up the bar permeate through the music in your left ear leaving your cheeks to darken significantly.

Of course, in the midst of that, you make the mistake of taking a small sip from your water bottle whilst mid run.

Steph let's the weight settle back onto the ground away from her, but in the process of stretching out again, her shirt lifts slightly, revealing a sliver of the soft, newly tanned skin you'd been imagining feeling under your fingertips for months on end.

Water gets caught halfway down your throat as your breath hitches and with that a coughing fit that makes you end up in a piled heap on the ground.

A concerned hand patting your back, helping you regain your breathing, grabs your attention.

It's a familiar hand that you immediately recognise as belonging to the other call for your affection.

If your cheeks weren't already bright red from exertion and nearly dying, they would've darkened further at your treadmill buddy having been the one to spot you on the ground.

Though given the amount of racket you've just made, drawing attention from the whole squad and their trainers, Caitlin isn't the only one now watching you with a concerned look.

"You alright, Dahl?"

You nod, accepting the hand up from the brunette, brushing yourself off quickly.

"Fine, just water went down the wrong hole." You joke mildly.

A smile tugging at the corner of Caitlin's lips makes your stomach warm, and you have to fight every urge to run away in embarrassment as it quickly morphs into a smirk.

"Maybe don't drink water mid stride next time, cutie."

With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you quickly return to the treadmill once again, shooting the onlooking blue eyed striker a reassuring smile as she watches you return to position with a careful gaze, though doing so makes your heart beat a little faster in your chest.

With that, you resort to getting lost in thought instead of so blatantly staring.

You have to get your feelings under control and fast.

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"Do you think she notices?"

Steph's head perks up from it's position resting on her propped up hand.

"What?"

Beth gestures to your shaking form, body rattling with laughter as you talk with your teammates during breakfast.

"Y/n."

"Does she notice what?"

Steph's confused look is met with a cynical one from the blonde.

"Does she notice it when you both give her 'fuck me' eyes?"

Caitlin just about spits out her food across from them, coughing to avoid choking, and then swallowing.

"What the fuck are you on about?"

Beth scoffs.

"Please, you both know exactly what I'm talking about. Steph, you were staring at the girl for exactly one minute and thirty two seconds before I had to call your attention away just then and Caitlin, don't act like you weren't ogling the poor girl while she was relying on you as her spotter when she was doing her squat sets yesterday."

Steph's face goes mildly pink as she shakes her head.

"Yeah, no. There's no 'fuck me' eyes. At all. I'm happily engaged to Dean. Beffy, I have no idea what you're seeing here."

"Yeah, Beth, this is weird, even for you. I'm happy as I am with Lia."

"You guys... seriously?"

They both nod, Steph quickly changing the subject with a final glare at Beth so she doesn't protest for the rest of the meal.

They both finish up their food swiftly, taking off separately.

Beth groans, sliding her hand down her face. This was gonna be harder than she thought. There was no way she'd be able to get one of you to admit your feelings, let alone all three of you, by herself. She needed help.

And she knew just who to ask.

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"No."

"But I haven't even-"

The captain holds up her hand, silencing the englishwoman.

"I'm not getting involved with whatever you've got planned."

"But Kimmy!"

The striker whines, latching onto the older woman hoping she'll give in to the puppy dog eyes.

"Beth-"

"I need help getting Y/n, Cait and Stephy to admit they're in love with each other."

That makes Kim's brows raise.

"Hell no. I'm not getting involved in other people's love lives. That's a definite fucking no. Also what makes you so confident in this information anyways?"

"You mean aside from Y/n nearly breaking something tripping on the treadmill yesterday after watching Stephy do her hip thrusts? Or Caitlin being the first one by her side?"

Assuming her power pose, Kim gives her a sceptical look.

"You mean when she was drinking water and choked? Or when Caitlin, the closest person to her, checked on her?"

Beth groans.

"No! It's not just that. It's the constant staring at each other. You should have seen the eyes Y/n was giving Cait in the locker room the other day. Not to mention the constant teasing from Cait as well. Steph is a like magnet when it comes to those two. The serious heart eyes she had this morning during breakfast were so ridiculously telling. I-"

Kim sighs and puts her hand again, pointing a finger at the striker.

"No, Beth, that's enough of that, honestly, I will not be getting involved in that, and you certainly shouldn't either. If I see you interfering at all."

It's a silent threat, but Beth doesn't need to hear it. Unfortunately, much like a team mother would, Kim would very much ground her. And would very much enforce it, too.

Okay, so maybe Kim wasn't her best option. She'd try Viv, but there's almost 100% chance she'd say no. Steph would normally be her next best option but obviously that's out of the question.

So she resigns to sighing and nodding, leaving the Arsenal captain alone to do her stretches.

Maybe Jen?

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"No, absolutely not."

"But Jen, it's imperative we fix this issue, otherwise, all we'll be stuck with is longing looks for the rest of their lives."

"Beth, there's no issue to fix. Steph is getting married, and Caitlin is in a relationship. You're forgetting Lia is our friend too."

Beth paused for a moment. Jen's right. She hadn't even thought of the repercussions this would have on Lia. She was one of her oldest friends, too. God, she was an ass.

But still, she'd be an ever bigger ass if she couldn't help her friends out a little, right?

"Beffy, I know what you're thinking. But the answer is no. It's not worth it. It'll just create more drama than it's worth, I won't entertain the idea. It's gonna hurt someone, and what, then?"

"I know, I know. But you've gotta admit, there's something there, though, isn't there?"

Jen sighs softly.

"If even there might be an astronomical possibility that they're all magically single and available to mingle, and also completely fine with this. There's an off chance that they might work, given they're all so obviously at least girl crushing a little. But even then, it would still hurt someone."

Her shoulder's deflate, and Jen wraps her arm around her.

"Come on, Beth, just let it go. If it's meant to be, they'll work themselves out. Leave it alone. Now, come on, help me with this cleaning."

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Steph's eyes trail across the pitch, taking but a few mere milliseconds to analyse your next run before sending a cross your way.

The perfectly timed lead allows for a perfectly timed header and a perfectly timed goal, equalising in just the second last minute of reg time.

The crowd erupts, and you bounce over to the defender, arms wrapping tightly around the woman in elation.

"Let's go, babygirl!"

Her hands settle underneath your legs, holding tightly so as to not drop you while your hands hold her face, forehead pressing to hers as you yell victoriously.

The final was Arsenal's for the taking now, thanks to your brilliant header.

The moment only serves to heighten your energy, and you drop from her grip only to jump into the waiting arms of your favourite striker.

"That's my girl!"

Your grin widens, and you shake her shoulders in excitement. Normally, you wouldn't brush aside that sort of comment, but it's in the middle of a game, so it's swept away to never be heard from again.

Returning to positions, Man United get the game underway once more, now downtrodden that they have to get another goal too.

Your heart races when you're given but another opportunity in the second stoppage minute. Or really, it's not much of an opportunity, more like a hail mary.

The ball has left your boot in an attempt at a last-minute miracle to give Arsenal the win.

From nearly fifty yards out, the ball sails far over the defensive line, passing a caught off guard Earps, who you'd spotted off her line just moments ago.

When it ricochets off the woodwork and into the net, you can hardly believe it, dropping to your knees in disbelief that it actually worked.

The noise from the crowd is almost unbearable.

Bodies pile onto yours, forcing you onto the pitch. Screaming and cheers from your teammates leave you matching their excitement and disbelief in your limited wiggles underneath the pile of Arsenal players.

The pile eventually pulls off you, and with several hugs and hair ruffles, you immediately feel the tightest hug between your two favourite people. You throw an arm up at the crowd from between Steph and Caitlin, both of them singing your praises into your ear as loud as they can.

The crowd cheers louder at your gesture, the feelings wash over you finally.

Relief. Happiness. Mild disbelief still.

"You fucking beautiful woman!"

"That's our fucking girl right here, baby!"

You grin up at the two women, squeezing both of them tightly and running back to position with one final wave to the crowd.

Two pairs of eyes watching the interaction exchange looks.

The moment play is restarted, the whistle blows for full time, leaving you and your teammates screaming in celebration.

Steph is the first one to you, jumping into your arms, wrapping tightly around you, and legs wrapping around your waist as you quickly grab them to avoid dropping her.

Your heart beats hard and fast, not sure whether it's the win or Steph's hands grabbing your face and kissing your forehead that does it.

A part of you wants to assume it's the win.

A part of you knows it's both.

That doesn't stop you from relishing in the moment, though, thoroughly enjoying her hands on you, which are now squishing your cheeks adorably.

The moment is gone the moment she leaves your arms, but it doesn't last long.

Caitlin is quick to pile on you next, fingers threading through your hair. While unintentional, it makes you buzz just that little bit more.

When her grin makes your whole body warm, you realise at that moment just how screwed you are.

And if anyone were to ask about your blush at them both kissing your cheeks in a pose for a photo with the trophy, well, you'd just deny it to the ends of the Earth.

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Steph doesn't think about the little things too often. Moments here and there that aren't even so much as waved off, they're that insignificant.

Small touches. Friendly hugs. Little gifts. Every little detail that she normally ignores.

She doesn't think about all the times she's hugged you just that little bit tighter than she does with Beth or Lia.

She doesn't think about the bag of her favourite lollies being left in her cubby after practice that was most definitely planted by you.

She doesn't think about the way her eyes drift to you naturally, watching your form move across the pitch gracefully.

She doesn't think about the way her mood always brightens when she sees you, even if you'd already seen each other five times that day.

She doesn't think about the kiss she leaves on your forehead or cheek when you say hello or goodbye.

Except she does.

At least now that Beth's pointed it out to her.

Truth is, as much as she denied it that day at breakfast, her eyes were locked on you in every spare moment.

Realising just how much you actually invaded her thoughts and senses, well...

It's a startling revelation.

It scares the crap out of her.

She loves Dean and would do anything for the man she's planning to marry. He's a sweetheart. He keeps her on her toes. He takes care of her better than all of her previous partners ever could.

It's a startling revelation when she realises how much time she spends with you and Caitlin over him.

Caitlin.

That one comes out of left field. It definitely worries her, though, her best friend entering her trail of thought, too. That one catches her a little more off guard than she likes.

So, she leaves that one for another time, shoving it back into what was supposed to be a deadbolt box of intrusive thoughts in her head.

She hates how much you invade her head.

When she thinks back on what started it, she can't pinpoint it. Just that you'd always been the sweetest friend to her. Friend. She hates that her stomach turns at the term.

It'd always been you to comfort her in moments of doubt. It was always you she wanted beside her when victory came the team's way.

Steph feels helpless when she realises how much she actually cares for you.

She feels helpless when she realises how screwed she truly is.

"Babe, dinner's ready!"

Dean's voice brings her out of her head, echoing from the kitchen of their shared flat in London.

As she makes her way over to the table, the plate already set out for her, a small kiss pressed into the bearded cheek of her fiance, her mind wanders back again.

What the hell is she gonna do?

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Beth doesn't leave it alone in the end. She's determined to at least get something out of you if she can't get something out of Steph or Caitlin.

Though with Kim now watching her like a hawk during training, she has to be subtle about it, so getting you alone during a night out without Kim or Jen is a little too difficult, especially since you're glued to Caitlin and Steph's sides constantly.

Viv being there is out of the question, so she had to come up with an excuse to get you out with her, on your own.

"N/n pleeeease, I need you to come with me, shopping."

You groan into the phone in annoyance at the blonde. You'd just wanted to enjoy your day off without the stress of having to socialise like an adult.

"Why can't you go on your own? Or with literally anyone else but me? Steph or Viv, or literally any one of the 23 other women in our squad?"

"Because you've got the day off, Steph is busy, Viv is out of the question because I'm shopping for a gift for her, and I want it to be a surprise and you're the only other one that knows her almost as good as I do."

You can hear the pout from your side of the line, and when you sigh softly into the receiver, Beth knows she's won.

"Fine, but I really wanna be back home as soon as possible. I have some serious me time planned, and I wanna get back to that as soon as possible."

"Gross Y/n, I know you're single and all but-:

"Shut the fuck up and get over here."

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It doesn't take her long to come kidnap you and drag you around to nearly every store in the shopping centre, and it's a miracle you're only stopped once for pictures.

"Beth, why are we here? Why do you need my opinion on this? Why am I even here?"

Apparently, her final chosen store was a lingerie store. It also means she's trying to get you to purchase something as well. Why? You don't know.

"Because you're the next best judge for me. Also, you need to get out. You've been way too busy lately and need to do some shopping for you and for you only."

"For god sakes, I'm literally you're only single friend, I'd be the worst judge for this."

Punctuating your sentence with dropping into your seat once again with a tired groan.

"Also, I know I've been way too busy, that's why I was at home in the first place. Now, can we please hurry up and go, Beffy?"

You whine, now getting fidgety under the pile of bags you've been made to carry around for her.

Tossing another pair back over the curtain to you, telling you to toss her the next pair, she chuckles at your exasperation.

She's been stalling as long as she can to try and get the opportunity to talk to you but hasn't found the right words this whole time. She knows if she doesn't ask soon, she'll up losing her only chance.

"Just give me a couple more minutes to try these on, and I'll take you to go get some nando's?"

Huffing softly, knowing she's got you with the offer of food, you sit back down again, waiting for her to finish browsing.

"Fine, but hurry up or you'll be dealing with hangry Y/n, too."

"Got it, Sweetpea. Now, pick out a set, too."

Your loud groan of annoyance makes her laugh.

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It's only in the car on the way home that she finally manages to ask.

"So, Y/n, I've been noticing some things over the past couple months."

Swallowing the mouthful of chicken, you look over at her suspiciously.

"And what would that be?"

"You've been giving Stephy and Cait eyes."

Turning your head, you roll your eyes at the same time, though there's a sting in your eyes as you fight back the oncoming rush of emotion.

"Beth, you're gonna have to be specific. I kinda have to look at them to converse with them. Ya know, best friends and all."

Giving emphasis to the word friends, you're hoping she'll let what you know she's about to say go. Of course, this is Beth, and of course, that's not happening.

"N/n, that's not what I meant, and you know it."

It's said a little softer this time, with the hopes you don't scare away entirely.

"It's not happening, Beffy. There's nothing there, and nothing will ever be there."

Her heart breaks for you at the crack in your voice and she can see tears peaking out of the corners of your eyes.

She pulls over in an isolated carpark, so she can fully look at you.

"Doesn't mean it hurts any less."

"If it means I don't lose them, then I don't care how much it may or may not hurt. I can't lose them."

You've fully curled up in her passenger seat now, legs pressed to your chest as you pick at the cuticles on your fingers.

"I can't do it. I can't let them see it."

She sighs, resigning to letting you work this out for now. She knows you're stubborn. She knows you won't let her intervene under any circumstance.

"I'm serious, Beffy. You can't tell them, they can't know about this. I won't lose them."

"I won't tell them. If that's what you want, I won't tell them. They still deserve to know, though. It's not fair on you or them to keep this bottled up. It'll kill you in the end if you don't tell someone."

"So be it... I'll figure something out. Maybe take some time away. The only way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?"

It's said in half joking tone, but Beth knows otherwise. She's seen how you coped with your previous relationship ending. You nearly killed your reputation entirely with the constant one night stands.

How you cope is up to you, and she still respects you as a person, but she also wants you to be happy, both with yourself and your life.

She never judged you. She never seriously complained at having to come get you every other night for three weeks straight every time you called her for a lift home.

She did get sick of it though, and she finally managed to get you to leave that behind fairly swiftly after your position on the team was threatened by the incessant news articles with leaked images of you with a new girl on your arm in every single one.

The others hadn't entirely seen that side of you, you pushing them away to avoid scaring them away too.

Beth was the only one who didn't take your attempts at pushing her away.

"Just, take it easy, alright? Don't let it risk your career as well. I'm not letting that happen again. You're my family, sweet girl."

She punctuates the sentence by pulling you to hug her over the console, and you let her, letting the tears fall finally, holding your best friend tightly.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/n. It might not feel like it, but you'll make it out okay eventually."

Would you?

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Caitlin, to her credit, doesn't acknowledge what Beth had said until much later. It takes a whole two months until she even realises her heart had been elsewhere.

Until her current relationship with Lia becomes a past one.

When she realises she should feel more devastated than she does.

When she realises that she feels way more comfortable about the breakup than she should.

Her thoughts don't fully drift to you until she feels her heart race when you hug her after she tells you about the breakup.

It's not that she never thought about you, really. It's more that she never realised she was thinking about you a lot more than was acceptable.

The gifts she'd get you, whether it be fresh coffee in the morning or even flowers after your previous breakup just a year ago.

The small cheeks kisses she'd get from you in return that make her cheeks flush a little.

She begins to wonder in that moment.

Had you noticed the way her heart sped up a little when you hugged her, ear pressed to her chest as you both embraced?

Had you noticed the pink hue her face took on when you smiled that gorgeous smile that only appears when you're genuinely happy?

Had Lia noticed any of this?

It makes her feel both guilty but also flustered at the thought of being so dimwittingly obvious.

In the final conversation between her and her ex, Lia had cited her lack of presence in the relationship.

"You're just not in it anymore, Caitlin. I can't be with you when you aren't here, with me."

She does feel guilty for it. Knows how crap Lia must have felt not having her girlfriend there for her, but she knows it's for the best.

What she does notice is your sudden absence. She sees a lot less of you than she'd like. You disappear from rooms that she's in. If you're forced to be in the room, you're seated far from her and Steph.

Training is much the same, only interacting to keep it professional. It makes her heart ache more than anything. Had she done something? Was she too telling?

Her stomach drops at the thought.

What if you knew? What if she was too obvious?

What if-

"Hey, you alright Cait?"

Steph's hand on her shoulder is comforting, and it sends soft tingles through her skin beneath the fabric of the training jersey.

She has to avoid jerking away from the feeling.

"Fine. Do you..."

She pauses, trying to work out if she wants to even bring Steph into this.

"Is there something up with Y/n?"

Steph hesitates at that, an unsure look on her face.

"Have you noticed it too? She's been avoiding us a bit. It's like that time a year ago. When she..."

Caitlin nods, understanding saturated on her face now.

"Maybe something's happened?"

"It's weird, though. It feels like it's just us she's avoiding."

Steph nibbles at her lower lip nervously, looking around the pitch. She notices, though, that they're not the only ones keeping a close eye on you. Beth is looking over to you every so often, concern laced in her gaze and the way her eyes follow your movements.

It makes sense, though. You'd always been closest with the blonde striker. You'd clicked the moment you'd joined Arsenal four years ago, right before the other two aussies had.

"It's probably just something going on. She'll work it out. She's got Beth looking after her, it seems."

The striker nods and moves to continue the drills, though the worry doesn't ebb at all.

In fact, it only increases the closer to the world cup they get. What were you going to do once the World Cup came around? Maybe they would have to keep an eye on you themselves.

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Steph, it turns out, is right. It is just them you're avoiding.

It's the why that has them worried.

Their best friend, their favourite person, was now actively avoiding their presence.

You seemed fine chatting away to everyone else in camp. In fact, they'd found you in cuddle piles with some of the youngins more often than not. Something you'd do with Steph and Caitlin without hesitation normally.

She finds herself missing you more often than not, her heart wrenching itself at the thought of them losing you now.

She thinks back on what she'd realised just a month previously.

It becomes clear that she just has to ignore it if she wants things to go back to normal.

Plus, it has to go away. It's already had her second guessing her own relationship. And Dean's starting to notice her hesitation, too. It has to stop. If not for her sake, then for his and yours as well.

It's just a silly little crush. She has Dean, and she has Caitlin and you as friends. Well, only if she can work out why you're avoiding them.

Meanwhile, you're doing everything you can to push down the pain of not having properly spoken to Caitlin and Steph.

It hurts like all hell to not be near them but you need the time to settle before the opening game, which is creeping ever closer with every hour you spend working out what the fuck you're gonna do.

You can't avoid them forever. You aren't sleeping properly anymore and it's affecting your performance.

Beth has been messaging you constantly, checking up on you, but she hasn't been able to see you at all, given she's still in London doing her rehab. Though she does promise to fly over for a few days to come see you and the girls when she can, knowing the other England girls would want to see her as well.

Unfortunately, she knows you a little too well as well, and she calls out the tiredness in your voice one day, it's 9am and you've not trained for the day, so she knows you have no excuse to be tired yet.

You brush her off, but the mild scolding you get in return is enough to have you spilling the beans.

"Just not sleeping too well is all. I'm fine, Beffy. I'm just adjusting to the environment again. It's been a while since we've been in camp."

"You and I both know that's not the reason. How are coping over there? And be honest with me. I have my sources."

Rolling your eyes slightly, you huff down the phone.

"Your sources need to mind their own business. And I'm fine, I'm serious. I'm taking my time and everything, just like you said."

"I didn't mean to explicitly ignore them altogether either. Steph's worried about you. She's already messaged me asking if you're alright and that you'd been acting weird even before international break started."

"Shit."

"Caitlin, too. Said you've been distant but doesn't wanna scare you away. Y/n, please, for the sake of your sanity and theirs. Just talk to them."

"Beth...."

"I'm serious lovey, you need to talk to them, even if you don't outright say, 'I'm in love with you both', just tell them you're dealing with feelings at the moment. They're missing their best friend, not just you missing them here."

There's a soft knock on your door that grabs your attention.

"Look, I'll think about it-"

"No. Talk to them. I'm serious. I can't play buffer when I'm not there. You need to talk to them. Not me."

"Alright, I'll do it at some point. I have to go, someone's at the door."

"Y/n-"

"Love you, bye."

You hang up with a soft growl of frustration, the knocks on the door getting more persistent now.

"For the love of- I'm coming, calm down!"

Swinging open the door, you're met with a sheepish looking Steph and Caitlin.

Not who you're expecting. But at the same time...

"What's up?"

You keep it calm, not wanting to totally panic now that the exact people you were avoiding are at your door.

"Can we talk?"

Shuffling your feet slightly, you step aside, gesturing for them to come in.

They stand there awkwardly for a minute before you walk up to them, poking Steph in the shoulder lightly with a small smile.

"Stop being weird, y'all can sit down ya know."

A slight smile tugs at her lips and they both chuckle softly, conceding to sit on the edge of the single bed while you pull up the chair, resting one foot on the set, knee pressed up to your chest.

"So what's up?"

They exchange a look for a moment.

"We were hoping you'd tell us that."

Feigning ignorance, you tilt your head slightly.

"About...?"

Steph sees right through you though, a raised brow in your direction.

"You know what about. You haven't spoken a word to us since before we even left london. What's going on? Is something happening?"

You scratch at the back of your neck slightly, head ducking to avoid eye contact that you know will probably mess you up in trying to not confess your undying love.

"Just a small thing... it's not really major. I just figured I had to deal with it on my own for a bit."

"And that includes completely avoiding us and only us?"

Caitlin's words have a bit of bite now, frustration leaking through.

Swallowing softly, you look up at them.

"It's not- You guys know me better than the others, figured if I avoided you both, it would be easier to avoid having a conversation about it."

Steph moves from her spot towards you, kneeling to take your hands, which are now propping up your head on both knees.

"Talk to us Sweetheart, what's going on in that head of yours?"

Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you tilt your head back slightly, not wanting them to streak down your face in front of them.

It hurts so bad. You want to tell them, but you can't risk it.

What you don't see but hear is Caitlin moving to crouch by your side, hand resting on your leg, concerned look making it's way onto her features.

"Talk to us darlin', we just want our friend back."

There it is, the word you hate so much. It makes your stomach drop, and the tears flow freely down your cheeks. Looking down at them, you shake your head.

"I can't tell you that."

A shaky breath wracks your chest and you turn your head away, avoiding the worried blue and brown eyes of the women in front of you.

A hand settles on your chin, bringing you back to look at them.

"Why not? You know you can tell us anything. Please, we just want to make you're alright."

The feeling of their hands on you is overwhelming. Between your heart and your head, everything is racing and feels so heavy.

Standing abruptly, you step back away from them both, moving away from their outstretched hands when they reach for you.

"I just can't."

Cutting Caitlin off before she can say anything else, you move over to the door, opening it.

"Just please leave. I can work it out on my own. I can't tell you just yet, alright? I love you both, but I need to get my head straight before I can talk about it. I'll be fine, just... please...."

Sighing softly, Steph moves towards the door, but not before cupping your cheek softly and kissing your forehead.

"We're here for you. Whenever you feel like talking. Don't forget that."

You nod softly, and she steps out the door.

Caitlin does the same, hand lingering a little longer on your shoulder, though, squeezing softly.

There's something in her eyes you don't quite recognise, but you don't question it as she she leaves, muttering a soft goodbye to you.

Shutting the door behind them, your form slides down the wooden panel, sitting knees to your chest as you rest your head on your knees, listening as their footsteps echo further down the hallway in synchronized steps.

You are such a coward.

Why didn't you just tell them?

Everything would be so much easier.

It would hurt too much to lose them, though.

They'd hate you forever.

You'd ruin everything.

The thoughts running through your head are loud, and they don't leave room for much else, so you do the only you know to try and calm yourself.

You pull out your phone, dialling Beth's number and wait with bated breath.

The moment she picks up, its like it all just blurts out at once.

"Hello?" It's said in a tired voice.

"I couldn't do it!" Choked sobs from your end immediately make the blonde shoot up from her spot in bed, her girlfriends arm suddenly moved from its position around her waist.

"What? Y/n, talk to me."

"I tried to tell them, and I just broke down and told them to leave! They're gonna hate me!"

There's a concerned hand on her arm from a half asleep Viv, and she gives her an apologetic look, mouthing your name to her.

"Oh sweet girl, they could never hate you. God they lovd you way too much to hate you."

"That's the problem. They'll never love me like that. Not the way I do. They'll hate me if I tell them. It's basically a lose-lose situation either way."

It's loud enough that the dutchie hears it from her position behind the englishwoman, and her brows furrow. When had this occurred?

"Babe, what is she talking about?"

"Uhhhh.. gimme a minute." She turns back to the phone.

"Alright, it's okay, you couldn't tell them. I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay? You're gonna send yourself into a serious hyperventilation if you don't breathe for me, alright?"

You take a moment to let your chest muscles relax, trying to keep them from constricting in your chest too much.

It doesn't quite work, though, and everything just comes crashing down around you, your sobs just becoming harder.

"I c-cant. It hurts!"

Shit.

"That's okay, I want you to do something for me, okay? Put a hand to your chest for me."

Doing so, you set down the phone, putting it on speaker, knowing the drill by now, having done this many times before.

"Five things you can see?"

Squinting up into the now dark room you scan the place, trying to focus on the various items in the darkness.

"Uh, c-curtains, a chair.... my bed, a pile of clothing... myself in the standing mirror."

"Good, that's it. Four things you can hear."

"You, Viv, my pulse in my ears, the cleaner down the hallway."

"Good, three things you can feel."

Swallowing lightly, you rest your head against the cool wood of the door, allowing it to ground you a little better.

"Cold, the carpet is cold. The wood of the door. Sweaty, and snotty. I feel gross."

Ignoring you joking softly, she continues.

"Two things you can smell, sweets."

Taking one more shaky breath, your pulsd starts to lessen off from its incessant beating in your eardrums.

"Uh, carpet cleaner and Steph's perfume."

"That's it, one more. One thing you can taste."

"The peanut butter cup I ate earlier."

"There you go, take a few more breaths for me."

"Someone want to explain whats going on now?"

Viv's voice sounds from your phones speaker, and you sigh softly. Now another person probably knows.

You hear some muttering over the line followed by a small hum.

"Ah, so you're finally admitting it then?"

Huh?

"Wha-"

"It was kind of obvious, really. You really weren't subtle about it."

Of course, she's right. Who were you kidding? It was so blatanly obvious. It was painful to anyone observing it. You couldn't imagine what the other two might have seen.

"I can tell what you're thinking, sweetheart. As obvious as it is to the rest of us, those two knuckleheads have no clue. Thats on them for not noticing you're struggling."

"That's the problem. They know something up. They came to my room to work out why I was avoiding them, Beffy. They're gonna work it out sooner or later, and I don't think I wanna be stuck around them if they do. I don't want to think about having to witness that. The disgust on their faces because they're own best friend is in love with both of them."

On the other side of the line, Beth and Viv exchange a look, Beth sighs softly, her partners fingers carding through her hair, helping relieve the stress headache she can already feel coming on.

"Love, you need to tell them. I know you're struggling. They could never hate you or be disgusted by you. They love you. And they just need to realise it."

"You and I both know that's not true, though."

The frustration bubbling up in Beth's chest has it spilling from her lips before she can really stop herself.

"It is. You're just too blind to see it. Those girls are obsessed with you. The love in their eyes for you is honestly kind of sickeningly sweet. Too bad you're all too dumb to see it, though. It's so damn obvious to everyone but you. You literally just need to talk to them, please, for the sake of your mental health and ours. Talk. To. Them."

"Okay? Even if that were remotely true. Steph's getting married. There's no way in the world she'd even consider leaving that behind. The man treats her better than I ever could. We're just better off as friends. It needs to stay that way."

"Y/n-"

"No, Beth, I'm done with this. Look. I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

Beths protests are cut off by the click of you hanging up.

Even if she was right, so were you. Steph wouldn't leave Dean. She loves him far too much. He's her safest option, and she knows it.

Caitlin wad a whole other story.

Sure, she's single now. But what makes her any more available to you than Steph? She's still your friend. There's no way she'd want you the way you want them.

Letting your head hit the door once more, you sigh, wondering how the hell you'd fix what you're already damaging.

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It starts off slowly. She doesn't even realise she's doing it. Little things here and there.

Picking at the little issues she finds.

Poking and prodding at the soft spots, pushing buttons she wouldn't normally push.

Apparently, it's pretty easy to start fights when you know what buttons to push.

Why? She has no clue.

In her head, though. It's staring her right in the face.

The little comparisons she makes.

You'd never get upset over her leaving her boots in a heaped pile beside the door.

Your cooking was always so much better whenever she went over to your place.

You'd never have left her to find travel home on her own after a World Cup.

In fact, you'd actively made sure she had a ride home, her reassuring (lies) left you feeling relieved that she wouldn't be on her own after the exit the Matildas took at the World Cup.

Whatever it was that had you avoiding them, you'd figured out how to deter it. Returning to conversing with the two brunettes like nothing had happened.

It was a little unsettling how much she noticed you putting on a mask with them.

As hard as you'd tried to fake being fine, she could read you like an open book. Or at least to a fair extent.

For one, your smile never quite reached your eyes, save for the one or two times of victory during the games. The most honest one you give is the win over France.

It was another thing she noticed. She found herself breathing a little easier with you by her side, even with a shell of a smile.

She doesn't push you, though. Not wanting to scare you away again.

Caitlin was very much of the same opinion. Even though you'd stopped avoiding them, you still weren't your usual cheery sunshiney self around them.

The striker doesn't bring it up, though. Only encouraging you with silent smiles of encouragement and occasional soft brushes of her hand against your back, shoulder, or arm when she's next to you.

So Steph does the same. Seeing you both tense but also relax under their, although gentle, not so subtle ministrations.

In the early hours of another chaos filled weekday, mainly filled with silent frustration built up between her and Dean. The latter not knowing what's going on with his Fiancee, he eventually has to poke and prod her enough to spill it.

Though, stubborn as the Australian is, she doesn't give too much, only snapping that she's fine and to let it go.

It sparks an argument that ends up with him storming out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

It started over a simple question over that nights pumpkin cous cous salad.

It takes her but five minutes of seething to realise what she's starting and why.

She feels sick to her stomach.

She was sabotaging her relationship with Dean.

And for what? A silly crush on her friend?

What the hell is she doing?

-

It's in the early hours of the evening that she gets a text from Dean saying he's at a friend's place for the night and that she needs to cool down and work out what her problem is before he'll return home.

With a defeated sigh, she sends him a sincere apology, telling him she was just frustrated at everything lately and to take the time he needs and that she would work on herself in the meantime.

Not that she does, really. Apparently, she doesn't learn her lesson, instead pushing down the already bottle necked emotions she's experiencing.

She knows it'll blow up in her face eventually. But what can she do? Admit she's secretly in love with you and destroy an already sinking ship of a relationship?

Probably.

But why do that when can sabotage ever having a more peaceful break up.

It seems like she's doom spiralling at this point.

It was a petty fight that blew up. Not that uncommon or that bad that it would suggest either of them should be ready to give up on everything they worked for together.

But that's the thing.

It's taken until she's blown up at him to realise how much they're fighting for it here. All of that pressure to be together. To work out.

To be the perfect it couple.

To want to work out.

It feels like they're both constantly giving 110% but when does the relief come? When do they get their due release. When does it get easier?

She'd thought love was supposed to be easy between two people. For couples to know each other. To read each other without even really trying.

Yet here he was, struggling to realise his own fiancee was falling for another woman.

And that she was letting it happen.

Like an idiot.

The more she ruminates, the more she sees the signs herself.

She's been pulling away from him more and more. Avoiding talking about you, unlike before when she'd bring you up at least once a day to him. Always eager to gush about her best friend like a teenager.

Now, even the remote mention of you leaves twists in her guts, and she has to try and subtly change the subject without letting on that she's hopelessly not in love with him anymore.

Oh.

She's loves Dean.

Right?

No.

Yes.

She loves him.

But she's not in love with him.

Not anymore.

It scares her.

He's always been her safety blanket.

But maybe that's the issue.

He was too comfortable. Too much of a safety blanket. Shielding her from what she should have been acknowledging this entire time.

Maybe. Just maybe.

She's been in love with you this whole time.

That's what scares her the most.

And now that she's finally realising it, she realises there's a conversation to be had.

And feelings she needs to communicate. Even if it hurts both of them. Because in the end, it'll hurt worse if she tries to fight it anymore than she already has. She's already hurting Dean too much by leading him on like this. She can't take it anymore, she has to tell him.

-

Any fairytale story would tell you that it went surprisingly well. That Dean says he knew all along. That he knew Steph was secretly gay and had been waiting for her to tell him so he could comfort her and encourage her to go for the girl. To go for you. To finally acknowledge that those lingering stares from you might mean something.

Unfortunately, this isn't a fairytale.

And he doesn't take it well.

In fact, he's pretty furious when she timidly brings it up.

She doesn't blame him though.

"Are you fucking serious right now, Steph?"

She winces at that.

"You want to ruin what we have because of that bitch?"

Anger flares up in her chest at that, and she shoots to her feet suddenly, coming to your aid despite you being blissfully unaware and not present for this.

Yes she fucked up but he has no right to call you that.

"Don't fucking call her that. This isn't her fault. She didn't do anything wrong. Yell at me, blame me, call me the bitch but do not insult her. Ever."

He chuckles darkly.

"I should have fucking known. How did I not see it? We've been fighting an uphill battle this whole time. All we do is argue, argue, argue at this point. And you don't even try anymore. Fuck, you had a go at me over pasta the other week. You've been finding excuses to insult everything I do. Everything I've achieved. Apparently, I can't even get dinner right anymore. Nothing is good enough for you. Now I know you've just been comparing me to your teammate this whole time."

Her head falls at that.

He's right.

She's been the worst partner to him. There's no excuse.

"Now I know that you've just been lying to me this entire time. And by the looks of it, yourself too."

The following silence as she tries to gather her words only serves to tick him off more.

"Fuck you Stephanie. I hope she treats you well."

The slam of the front door as he grabs his packed luggage and walks out the door with it, taking the last of the relationship with him, makes her collapse back onto the couch.

The tears, the frustration, the anger, at herself more than anything for letting it get this bad. All of it just crashes down on her and for the first time in a long time, she let's her emotions take over and she just cries.

Grieving the loss of a relationship doomed from the start. Grieving the major fuck up on her part.

Crying because she knows it's gone now.

Crying because even if she does end up with you. She's lost a friend in the man she once thought she loved. And that's on her. She knows that.

For now, though, she allows herself to cry it out, knowing the acceptance will take a while to come before she can fully move on from that.

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Giggling as you shove Caitlin lightly, her arms tightly wrapping around you and wiping her sweaty forehead all over your face, you blush as she presses a kiss to your cheek with a small wink as she jogs off to the locker room, you following behind with a shake of the head.

It seems you'd finally started to let go a bit. With Caitlin now doing everything in her power to get you to smile daily, you start to let your guard down at your own behest more and more.

It seems easier, though, considering the sudden icyness from a certain defender that has you being pushed into the arms of the striker instead, literally.

It feels like she's latching onto you every minute she can. You can feel the stares from the other side of the training grounds. Feel the burning stare as she watches you with her best friend. The one she's now also trying to grapple whether or not she's falling for too.

You don't pay it much mind during training, but you do attempt to pull Steph out of whatever has her this down suddenly.

Leaving her little notes of encouragement after particularly gruelling sessions where Jonas had let his frustration out pretty badly on her after some major mistakes on her part.

Making sure she's always hydrating during the particularly warmer sessions.

Making sure she's been eating correctly by leaving her homecooked meals on top of her car when she goes to leave for the day.

Making sure she knows you're there even though she never stopped knowing that in the first place.

She'd tried pushing you away to sort everything out, but in the end, you make it a little difficult with the loving you're unknowingly (or maybe knowingly, she doesn't know) giving her. Even in a time when she's trying to make it clear, she wants to be alone.

You and Caitlin don't let her, though.

The forward always grabs the girl by the arm to pair up for training, forcing her to chat way about what's been going on.

She doesn't tell her that she's harbouring feelings. She does tell her that her and Dean have broken up though.

That was a shock to the striker.

She'd thought the woman was perfectly happy, but it seems everything was just bubbling away under the surface.

Caitlin does feel a little guilty for being happy about it, knowing the girl is going through heartbreak and all she can selfishly think about is how she's single now too.

She tells the forward not to tell anyone for now, not wanting to affect the rest of the team with more drama than what usually occurs. Even you, much to the younger brunettes protests.

She doesn't tell you that session.

In fact, it takes her a whole month before you manage to break her walls down enough again to spill the filthy secret she's been harbouring.

"Oh, Steph, I'm so sorry."

Your hug after she tells you is warm. Warmer than she'd realised. The feeling of your arms around her brings a surprising amount of comfort for something that, although she was still grieving, was mostly over with the thought that it's over, that's that.

"S'fine, it was a mess anyways. Both of us were struggling to keep it civil in the end. It was my fault anyway. I just stopped loving him and refused to acknowledge it for so long. It blew up on me."

"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt either. You're allowed to be upset about it. Sometimes, we can't control how we feel, Stephy."

But oh how right you were.

Despite her scrambling to lock down her feelings and keep her heart from latching itself onto you, it had done so with an eagerness to rival Katie in a no rules match. (Which after a couple weary tackles, had to be vetoed by Jonas and the medical staff).

"I know, jus' can't not feel guilty. I treated him like shit towards the end."

"Steph, from what you've told me, he only fired right back, too. Think about it. He got pissed when you tried to communicate that something needed to change. Maybe it hit a little closer to home for him, too."

What?

Wait a minute.

Oh god.

It wasn't entirely her fault.

It all makes sense now.

That's all it takes for her to finally pick up her phone again to check social media.

And what do you know. He's suddenly got a new girl on his arm, not even a month later.

Now she's pissed. She has every right to be.

Why, you ask?

The new girl on his arm was the clerk at his gym that he ran. The one that he said was only being friendly when Steph got mad about her being flirty.

That asshole.

You can see the thought process play out in her facial expressions, from the moment of realisation to the reaction to it.

"That lying cheating dick."

The evidence?

'Happy Six month anniversary baby'

One title on one post.

She feels so much pressure on her chest drop off with the discovery. Despite the anger, she feels freer than before. The crushing weight of the breakup is now firmly off of her shoulders, and she feels like she can breathe again.

Well, now she can let it all go and not feel guilty about wanting to move on.

Now, all she has to do is work everything else out, too.

"Oh god, he didn't."

Your face is one of concern, and frankly, she just about laughs, the ridiculousness of the situation almost bubbling over. So when she does laugh, you only look more concerned for the brunette.

"He did. I've never felt more relieved, to be honest with you. I felt so damn guilty for ending it the way things did. Turns out he's been screwing his work admin for the past six months. I hope that dick is happy. Those two are perfect for each other."

Despite the situation, you laugh with her, her arm slips around your shoulders.

"So I'm ready to get over it, dunno 'bout you, but I feel like celebrating."

"Ice cream and movie night."

"Absolutely, mind if I let Cait come too?"

"You better."

She grins at the smile that crosses your lips at the mention of the striker.

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"Oh my god, I can not believe she let him do that. I swear these chicks are so stupid romance movies."

You groan out at the main character once again, falling for lover boys' false apologies, and Steph and Caitlin chuckle from either side of you, ceramic bowls in hand.

"Babe, it's a romance movie. What do you expect? It's gonna be cheesy and stupid."

Despite your cheeks flushing in the half lit up darkened lounge room in your house, you shake your head.

"Damn, if only she actually knew how to be treated, she might not go back to his dumb butt every time. Woman needs to learn to love herself more."

The pair exchange an amused look over your head, your form slumped into the cushions as they sit sideways on the lounger, arms holding up their heads as they watch you criticise the movie more and more.

What you miss is the shared look of affection over your head, a silent agreement as they both move to press themselves onto either side of you.

-

Cut back to this afternoon after training.

The pair of them had been chatting away, Steph having told Caitlin about your movie night when the striker got a look on her face. Like something clicked.

"So we were thinking- what? What's that look?"

"I just remembered something."

Steph gestures for the girl to continue.

"So.. when were you planning on telling me you ARE in love with Y/n."

Her cheeks flush bright red, and she stumbles over an explanation.

"It's still so fresh.. a-and I wasn't entirely sure and..."

The laugh that escapes the forward has her a little confused.

"Thank god. I thought I was imagining things. You're not the only one, Stephy. She's pretty great, huh?"

"You're not... I don't know, upset that I love her too?"

"Hell no. Steph. Puddin'. Babe. You can't control how you feel and if I'm being honest. I don't mind at all. Like, I kind of like that you do."

Caitlin's cheeks warm, and she looks down, scuffing her boots slightly against the turf.

There's a small pause as Steph observes the forward. She looks around and sees that everyone else has already made their way back towards the change rooms.

"Caitlin..."

The girl looks up again, finding dilated pupils staring back at her and she whines at the look.

"Steph..."

"Can I...-"

"Please."

That's all the indication the older woman needs to tug her into a harsh kiss, hands finding her cheeks.

Hands tangling in her hair make her whimper into the kiss, and a flush creeps up her neck to her ears as their lips slot together easily.

It feels so much softer, but also more passionate than anything she'd ever shared with that piece of garbage.

She practically melts when she feels the other woman's tongue lazily drag across her lower lip, knees just about buckling as the hands move to slip under the edge of her shirt, trailing across the skin of her stomach.

Eventually, they both pull away, gasping and air intermingling their puffed breaths.

"Oh. My. God."

Caitlin chuckles, hands moving back to settle on the woman's jawline.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

Both of them are pressed tightly to one another, allowing their shared warmth to wrap around them, cocooning them for but a few short moments.

"I kept denying how much I realised I was falling for you both."

"Both?"

The hopeful glint in the striker's eye makes her melt further into her, lips grazing hers once again.

"You both made it so ridiculously hard not to. You've always cared more than anyone. And you do so much more than you realise for me, too."

The grin that crosses the strikers face as she leans her forehead against Stephs is mirrored by said woman.

"I may or may not have fallen for you both, too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do you say we go put the girl out of her misery, too? I hate to say it, but we totally missed the way she's been pining this whole time."

"That's an ego boost and a half."

"Like you need it."

An affectionate eye roll.

"Shush you."

And she slots their lips together again once more before sneaking back to the locker room.

-

The feeling of the two of them cuddling into suddenly makes you jump slightly, two hands resting on your stomach, shirt riding up slightly underneath their touch.

"I-... can I help you both? Are you okay?"

Both of their eyes on you makes you shrink in on yourself a little, worried something might be wrong.

"Perfectly fine gorgeous."

"Doing pretty, thanks, baby."

Your cheeks are glowing beneath the light of the television and both of them are still watching you intently.

Swallowing softly, you turn to meet Steph's eye.

"I- Can I tell you two something?"

"Of you can, babygirl."

A nod of affirmation from the striker has you nervously picking at your cuticles.

"It's about why I was avoiding you both back in camp. I was... nervous. I didn't want you to know something so I was trying not to spill it."

A soft chuckle from Steph.

"We know, sweetheart, that part was obvious."

Your cheeks flush a little more.

"And, I might have realised something and I've been scared to say anything. Because you're both my friends, and I don't wanna ruin what we have-"

"We know gorgeous."

"We could tell. You weren't overly subtle. It just took us a while to see it."

You duck your head a little, but a set of two fingers lifts it up by your chin again to face the older of the two.

Immediately, you whimper, spotting the way her eyes have darkened significantly.

"Kiss me. Please."

"With pleasure sweet girl."

And so they do. First Steph, claiming your bottom lip between hers, sucking at it, tugging it and letting it go with a soft pop, before pressing back to you again, hand sliding up under the fabric of your tshirt.

A pair of hands gently pulls you away from the defender, and another pair of soft lips quickly takes your own again, leaving you whimpering into it.

Parting your lips at the now hasty swipe of Caitlins tongue, she slips it into your mouth, moulding with your own, leaving you a forever breathless, whimpering mess. Literal putty beneath their fingertips.

Pulling away enough to speak, your chest rises and falls harshly, but you're beaten to it by the forward.

"We've fallen for you as well, sweet girl. We put off acknowledging it for so long, I don't know about you, but I dont feel like wasting anymore time. Be ours?"

Without a single moment of hesitation, you nod eagerly, quickly pulling Steph back into you, allowing your hands to rest on the nape of her neck and as Caitlin's hands trail up to the hemline of your sports bra, you subconsciously breath a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of several tonne trucks fall off your shoulders again.

They loved you too.

You could cry right now.

But you dont. Instead, you focus on the way they touch you like they'll never get to feel you ever again. You focus on the way they kiss you, stealing your breath away with every lock of their lips to yours.

In the end, you're so glad you listened to Beth for once. And she's very glad when she's you walk into training sporting new hickeys and two hands in your own, followed by mild regret now that you're all disgustingly in love, too.

Deep down, she loves it, though. She loves you, and she's glad you've finally got what you deserve.

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She's done, but I'm delirious, so I'll come back and edit tomorrow 😭

[emlovesniallhoran]

All My Ghosts 01

READ PART 2 HERE!!

A/N: AHHHHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME POSTING MY WRITING ON HERE!!! PLEASE BE GENTLE!

i'm obsessed with Lizzie McAlpine rn and got the idea to write a little something based off this song!!

advice and tips would be greatly appreciated though! also if I'm forgetting to mention anything up here, I'm new to writing on tumblr! LMK what you think of it! I'll call it a "slowburn" because they aren't fucking yet... LOL

i hope you all enjoy this little fluff! part 2 will have a lot more "meat" to it, I just wanted to do a cute little introduction to this world!

REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED ILY ALL 🫶

Tags: Niall x reader, fluff, friends to lovers <3

Words: 1.7k

CW: none x

Part 1/4(?)

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Your dating history hasn't been the happiest thing in the world... Actually, it's been pretty shit. You've been cheated on, called worthless, thrown away once your partner got bored. The whole nine yards. You even swore off dating, telling yourself you just weren't meant for love.

...But somehow, tonight you've found yourself out at 1 a.m. Alone with a boy. A boy you've known for a while now.

It's not like either of you called it a date, but some invisible tension between glances and smiles at each other tell you both that you aren't just out as friends.

Right now, you've both somehow ended up at a 7/11, because someone just had to have a slurpee right now.

"Niall, was this really necessary?" you ask with a laugh, shaking your head as he fills his slurpee cup to the very top of the lid like a kid.

"Of course it was. What, are you seriously not getting one?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow up at you as he licks the bit of slurpee that spilled over the top off the side of the lid.

"No, I think I'll be okay... If I have a slurpee this late I'll just mess up my stomach." You say, a small smile on your face as you watch him. You can't help but find him adorable like this. I mean, who wouldn't? Getting himself a slurpee, the fluorescent lights a stark contrast from how dark it is outside right now, the way his smile makes your heart flutter just a tiny bit, but enough to be noticeable. ...Fuck, you know this feeling all to well. You were just hoping it wouldn't hit so fast with him.

"Whatever you say. Just don't ask me for some of mine when you regret it later." He says, shrugging and smiling at you. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

He casually walks up to the counter where a girl is working, can't be much older than we are. When she looks up, Niall gives her that charming smile and you swear its like a switch flipped in this girl's brain. "Holy shit, are you Niall Horan?!" she asks, nearly shrieking. Niall just laughs, nodding his head, a look on his face telling you that he knew this would happen. "That I am, love. You a fan?"

"Of course I am! Oh my god, can I get a picture??" She asks, her hands shaking a bit as she grabs her phone. You genuinely don't think that she's realized you're here. It's like Niall's the only one here.

Niall takes a selfie with her and chats a bit, its clear its not his first time doing this. After about two minutes, he gives her a smile and picks up his slurpee, signaling for you to walk out with him. You look between him and the girl at the counter clearly confused. You didn't see him pay. Did you miss something?

You hurry and catch up to him, walking out of the 7/11 with him.

"Did you just steal that??" You ask, looking back at the store as if we're about to be followed out or something. Niall just laughs and shakes his head, taking a sip of his slurpee.

"Nope. Didn't pay for it, though." He says, grinning wide at you, like he's proud of himself. "I've come to learn people will just give you stuff for free if they think you're famous. Hence the free slurpee."

"Ah... So you basically used your fame to steal a slurpee." You conclude, shaking your head and laughing a bit as you get into the passenger seat of his car.

"Hey, you call it 'stealing', I call it 'using my resources.'" He says, getting into the drivers seat and starting up the car. You both just sit there for a moment as he drinks his slurpee, the soft hum of the radio filling the silence.

You don't want the night to end. I mean, you two have been out since, like, 6pm doing nothing and everything, but you can't find it in you to want to leave him yet. ...but before you can speak up, he gets to it first.

"It's pretty late... I should probably get you home, yeah? You said you have a shift in the morning?"

You try to push away how your heart aches a little at the thought of going home. But at the same time, its almost like you can feel the ghosts of your past relationships lingering between you and Niall, telling you not to get attatched. Not to look needy or clingy. Don't make him hate you.

"Yeah, I do... I guess the smart thing to do would be to head home." You end up agreeing, pursing your lips after so you don't say anything stupid.

"Alright. Let's get you home then, love." He says with a small smile, taking one more sip of his slurpee before setting it in the cupholder and putting the car in drive. You try to push down the way the simple pet name makes your heart beat just a bit faster. You're getting too attached. He's just going to realize how messed up and broken you are and leave, like all of the others.

You swear it's like Niall can feel your slight tension as you're driving, because suddenly he picks up his slurpee and hands it towards you.

"Go on. Have the rest. I can tell you want some." He smirks, even though he has no reason to believe that you want any of his slurpee. Maybe he knows you don't. Maybe he just knows you need a distraction from your brain.

You can't help but smile and take it from him, a small "thank you" leaving your lips before you drink some. damn, maybe you should have gotten your own earlier, I guess slurpee's really hit the spot at 1am.

As you take it, Niall turns up the radio, and your face lights up as one of his band's songs starts playing. "Ooo, ooo, I know this one!" you exclaim, immediately sitting up more and starting to sing along.

Niall just shakes his head and smiles fondly, glancing over at you before joining you in singing, not quite as energetically as you, though. He thinks you've got the cutest, purest soul he's ever seen, and he's just as infatuated with you as you are with him. You just don't know that yet.

The rest of the drive to your place is basically like this. Both of you signing, broken up by laughs and jokes, just genuinely enjoying each other's company. And for the first time in a long time, it's like the ghosts of your past seem to disappear, even if it's just for a short time. All that matters is you, Niall, and being in the moment.

Too soon, though, Niall pulls up to the front of your apartment building, and you have to hold yourself back from sighing or looking too disappointed.

He parks just in front of the building's doors, turning down the volume of the radio so you can properly hear each other.

"Thanks for driving me home. I had a lot of fun tonight with you." You say, smiling a bit sheepishly at him, not quite sure exactly how to end tonight without being awkward.

"Of course, love. I actually think tonight was the most fun I've had in a long time." He says, giving a similar smile right back, clearly just as nervous as you are, if not more.

A few almost awkward moments pass as neither of you know what to say until Niall speaks up again.

"I, um... I was wondering, actually... there's going to be this smaller band I've been listening to performing over at the park as, like, a mini outdoors concert next weekend... would you maybe wanna go with me?" His cheeks are almost slightly flushed, as if he's worried about your answer, nearly looking like a nervous high school boy asking out a girl for the first time.

Your heart flutters a bit at his request. He's asking you out. Properly, this time, not a spur-of-the-moment hangout like tonight was. ...and it doesn't feel as platonic as tonight did.

You almost hesitate to answer, though. There are still those gnawing thoughts in the back of your mind

"What if he just feels bad for you?"

"Maybe he's just using you."

"Who would actually want you?"

But somehow, you find the strength to push them away, smiling at him. "I'd love to go with you, Niall. That sounds really great."

You swear he sighs in relief at your answer, visibly relaxing. "Perfect. I'll let you know the details this week. It'll be fun, I promise." He smiles, maybe a bit too much for the scenario, but it's adorable.

"Cool... I, um, I should get going now.." You say, very slowly, starting to get out of his car.

He quickly realizes he's still just parked outside your apartment building and nods, collecting himself again. "Yeah, yeah, of course, you need your beauty sleep. I'll hear from you, though?" He asks, seeking that little bit of reassurance that you really just agreed to go out with him.

"You definitely will be." You say, now standing outside his car with the door open.

"Goodnight, Niall. I'll see you later."

"Goodnight, petal. See you later."

You linger for a moment longer, eyes locked on each others, before you reluctantly shut his car door and turn to walk into your apartment building, the biggest lovestruck smile on your face. ...Maybe this could actually work out. Maybe you won't be left broken and shattered this time. ...but you can never be 100% certain.

Niall waits until you get inside to drive off, making sure you're in your building safe and sound. He's got the same goofy grin on his face. He knows he's down bad for you, but how could he not be? You're perfect in every way to him. He can sense the slight bit of hesitance you have towards him for some reason, though, but he's determined to not let that stop him. He'd never get over it if he didn't try to make you his, which is exactly what he's doing. He'll be damned if he doesn't make next weekend the perfect afternoon together. Nothing will get in the way of that.

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