#not WATCHING but it'll still see every mistake

[shamera]

Internet went down this morning and I kinda luxuriated in that for a while before texting hubby to tell him I might be offline today as the internet was down, and he checked the network and told me to just restart the internet. I said fineeee in a little bit and it's back and suddenly I can feel the weight of stress again.

[shadowthesim237]

~Skims Dress~

warnings: negative body image, insecurities, crying, matt comforting reader (idk what else tell me if smth needs to be added)

(english isn't my first language!)

matt never meant to eavesdrop on your phone call with your friend, but your excitement was enough to captivate his curiosity, you were telling her about how much you wanted a new dress but didn't know which would fit you the most. and that's how he made it his new mission to get you the best one.

he wanted the dress to be perfect for you. he didn't want to get a traditional black one because you already had many. nor a simple sundress since he got you different ones through your time being together. you needed something new and different, so he payed extra attention to which colors fits you most and makes your eyes pop, what makes you shine and feel confident.

until one morning you were cuddling on your bed being lazy together, you were scrolling aimlessly through your tiktok feed, then you liked that video of one of your favorite influencers trying on the viral skims dress. it snatched her waist and made her appear taller. it didn't go unnoticed by matt of course, he thought that you'd like to try it too. so with that he knew exactly what to get.

he ordered the dress and made sure it's the correct color and size, then waited for the perfect moment to give it you.

you were sitting on the couch watching your favorite barbie movie from your childhood, and the magical dress transformation never failed to amaze you even after all those years, there was something about these beautiful transformations that made you so happy and excited like as if you're seven years old again. matt walked into the living room with a bowl of freshly made popcorn then stopped for a second taking in the way your eyes were glued on the bright screen. he knew it was his perfect timing so he quickly went to the bedroom and scavenged in the hidden spot in his side of the closet for the cute bag he kept the dress in, then walked quietly behind the couch to surprise you with it.

matt lightly tapped your shoulder to get your attention. so you looked behind you to see your boyfriend standing there with a calm ambiance that he always seemed to carry with him, then he smiled, the same beautiful smile that still makes you go crazy even after all those years.

"i know you wanted a new dress, soo.." matt revealed a gift bag that was decorated with ribbons from behind his back. you stood up in surprise, how does he always know what you want and need? you threw yourself in his embrace, a quick but meaningful hug then took the bag from his hand. your excitement was to the roof until you held the dress and it looked too small in your hand for some reason.

your smile slowly faded, it must've been a mistake and matt accidentally bought the wrong size..

"it's a skims dress" he interrupted your train of thoughts. "it should stretch to fit you just right, i think it'll look gorgeous on you".

"oh..that's..thanks."

the way your face fell and kept stuttering made him internally panick, how did he mess this up? maybe you didn't like the color..but it's your favorite, maybe you already have this one? but how when he's sure you don't because he remembers every single dress you wore. then what's wrong??

matt froze in his place when he noticed the piece of fabric shaking slightly in your hand. he glanced at your face to find a tear falling down your cheek. you tried not to cry in front of him but couldn't hide it. he quickly held your hand. his hands were warm compared to yours, "I'm sorry" he didn't know what he's exactly apologizing for but the sight of you being sad when he expected the opposite filled him with regret.

"what's wrong baby, tell me" his low steady tone made you feel at ease. so you opened up to him and told him what's bothering you, he's your source of comfort afterall.

you took a deep breath so your voice doesn't come out too shaky from crying.

"the dress is so pretty matt..it really is, but i can never wear it.."

"what..but why not?"

"it's way too tight, i know it's supposed to be like that to enhance your features but..matt can't you see..it will show everything I'm trying to hide"

at this point your tears kept falling uncontrollably, you've been trying to act normal about it but couldn't. you appreciate matt's gift, you really do. but the fear of trying it on was blinding you. what if he got disappointed from the way you'd look in it?

you've been struggling with many insecurities growing up, you did a very good job hiding it from the others but never from yourself. never once felt comfortable in your own body which hurts so bad. it's not fair, seeing other girls wearing everything they want and eating whatever they like when you couldn't even finish a meal without feeling a lingering guilt build in you.

"no baby don't do that, don't be harsh on yourself you don't deserve it" matt started to gently rub your back to make you relax, he somehow managed to turn the atmosphere surrounding you two from charged to steady. it made you calm down a bit, but the dress in your grip didn't let you forget.

he guided you to your shared bedroom to try it on, you kept complaining but he wasn't taking any of it. minutes passed and you were still inside, he didn't have patience to see you so he raised his hand to knock on the door but hesitated for a second, he didn't want to pressure you. so he waited.

the creak of the door made his heart flutter, he's finally getting to see your final look. it then swinged open revealing you. he unconsciously stood up from his seat. taking in the way you looked absolutely breathtaking. he has to make you see it too.

you didn't leave the doorway, too anxious to move. so matt walked to you and took both of your hands in his, he raised them and kissed your knuckles.

"you look perfect" his voice was low almost like a whisper only for you to hear, but a part of you didn't believe him still, you never trusted people's compliments anyway.

"no i don't..look at my stomach, it's so big to remind me of how weak i am for never sticking to my diet, my hips look horrible and don't even get me started on my legs"

matt hushed you and walked you slowly towards the bed to make you sit on it then sat on his knees in front of you, never leaving your hand or breaking eye contact.

"listen to me angel, i never understood why the prince chose cinderella when he had all those princesses dying to dance with him until i met you, the only difference between you and her is that you don't need a magical dress or a pair of glass slippers to be pretty, you do it everyday effortlessly by simply being yourself" he leaned into you and planted a soft kiss on your hip, "you look like a goddess in my eyes and nothing will ever change that, trust me please"

you stayed silent for a moment, taking in his words, trying to see what he's looking at, he'd never lie to you why would he. his lips brushed against yours, so delicate and meaningful. you easily melted in matt's touch. "i love you so much" those last words felt like the cold wind breeze that you needed to finally relax and feel safe again. you trusted him with your life, so maybe he's right, you are beautiful.

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[sparrows4bats]

So I was listening to When I Will I See You Again by Shakka, and it gave me jondami vibes. This can be read as Jon POV to the Waiting ficlet I wrote.

Jon was just a young kid when he went to space. He left earth expecting to be back in a few days, maybe weeks at the most.

He had hugged his mom goodbye and finally worked up the courage to kiss Damian before he got into that rocket.

Joking promises of marrying his best friend on his lips as Damian blushed and scowled. The older boy still told him to come back safe.

He even went so far as to kiss Jons cheek. The Boy of Steels' heart was so light and giddy as he watched the stars. He and his grandfather travelled among them, saving people and making things better in the universe.

Then, Jon is captured by an evil version of his father and locked in the volcano.

Jon doesn't know how long he sits there. He is unpowered and alone until a monster wearing his fathers face comes to hurt him.

He feels weak, and he feels lonely and every day is the same.

Whenever he sleeps, he dreams of home. Of the farm, of his mom and her smile, of his dad and his hugs. He dreamed of flying, the feeling of the yellow sun. He longed for his family and friends.

Mostly, he dreamed of Damian. Green eyes and a pretty flush haunted him. He missed his best friend.

Missed talking to him, missed the sound of his heartbeat, and missed his ability to make Jon feel safe.

He grows up. He is now taller than ultra man when he comes. Jon is still unable to stop him from hurting him, though.

He closes his eyes and imagines Damian is there with him, telling him that it'll be okay, that Jon will be able to figure it out.

Jon promises himself he will get home to him no matter what. He repeats the vows he made to Damian under the covers of his childhood bed like a mantra.

Jon had promised that they would be heroes together, that Jon would build Damian a home that he would marry the boy that owns his heart.

Those words he repeats over and over like a prayer to a God he can no longer reach.

When he is hopeful, he pictures the farm he promised Damian he would build one day, filled with Damians animals. He imagines Damian waiting for him. He imagines Damian smiling at him as they wake up together under a beautiful sun.

When his hope runs low, when he is hurt and all he can do is scream, he imagines that his parents, his friends, and even Damian have moved on. That Damian found a new partner, a new love, and barely remembers the boy that kissed him before leaving for the stars.

When he can't sleep, he thinks about how he is nothing but a memory to them now. If he never makes it out of here, there will be no answers for them, no body to bury.

Jon wonders if they think he is dead already.

One he very worst days he wishes he was.

But Jon keeps his promises. Especially to his family, so he can never give up. He will see them again.

The image of his parents and Damian makes him get back up every time he is beaten down. It makes him fight to keep what's left of his sanity intact.

One day, Ultraman comes to torture him, and Jon finally breaks. The monster makes a mistake, and Jon feels strong for the first time in years.

He beats a man with his fathers face until his blood coats his hands, and he takes his final breath. He does not regret it. He looks at the nightmare he has slain for a moment and flies away.

He imagines Damian smiling at him in satisfaction.

He manages to escape the dimension after a few weeks with the help of a few allies. He stops along the way to kill other people's monsters when he can. Not able to leave innocents in the hands of their tormentors.

But he never stops on his journey home. It occurs to him one day that he is not the boy he was when he left. The fear that he may not be welcome when he gets back terrorises him.

It leaks into his dreams. Damian no longer smiles at him when he arrives home but looks at Jons blood stained hands in horror.

But Jon doesn't care how Damian reacts as long as he can see him again.

But he promised he would come home to Damian safe. So he would. No matter what.

When he sees Earth hanging in the endless void for the first time. He is so nervous he shakes.

He decides to head to the Watchtower first. They don't try to kill him when he arrives, so he takes that as a good sign.

The heroes are older now. Lines around their mouths that Jon doesn't remember. They look at him like a ghost.

Nightwing begins to cry when he sees him. Batman is silent and runs his tests before he comments on the young man before him.

It feels like an age of standing there in the Watchtower looking at the Earth before he hears three familiar heartbeats.

He hears his name and turns only to have both his parents in his arms. Hugging so tightly he feels the cracks in his soul start to mend.

They end up on the floor embracing. Then his mom whispered in his ear that Damian was waiting for him, too.

Jon looks up and sees Damian for the first time.

His breath catches. Damian is taller, lithe, and so beautiful Jon wants to cry.

He no longer has baby fat clinging to his face. He is all elegant edges and sun-kissed skin. His emerald eyes are full of unshed tears and recognition.

Jon leaves his fathers arms with unsteady steps and calls his name. Damian meets him in the middle.

Jon takes a breath. If he doesn't tell Damian, now he never will.

He tries to explain how he is a murderer now, a mere shadow of the boy that left Damian all those years ago that he doesn't deserve him, but like always, Damian interrupts.

Reveals that he waited for Jon for years, in his house, never once losing faith. Damian cries as he tells Jon he loves him, despite it all. That Jon is his, in every lifetime they may live.

Jon repeats his promises as Damian cradles his face like he is something precious.

Then Jon kisses him. Pours the relief, love, and passion he can no longer find words for into his lips. Thank God Damian seems to understand.

When the kiss breaks, Jon can't bear for his Robin to go too far from his arms. They cling to each other as they cry, his parents and Dick join them.

After an eternity spent like that, Jon is moved to Kent Farm. To the home, they have kept waiting for him.

He sleeps in Damians bed. He can't make himself go into the room of a boy who never came back. Damian doesn't seem to mind.

They talk about what happened in eachothers absence, and while Jon should feel guilty about the fact Damian waited for him, transformed his whole life around his faith that Jon would return Jon can't feel anything but grateful.

Damian and He make new promises to each other under the covers, where they hold each other like a lifeline.

Damian shows him the letters, drawings, and diary he kept for when his future husband returned to him.

Complete with new supersuits for them both, though Damian maintains, he will remain a doctor first.

Jon reads the words as he cries, Damian kisses away him tears.

They make new dreams and better memories.

Jon eventually builds them a house next to his parents with enough space to house the family that arrived at Kent Farm and never left.

He wakes up beside his husband every day under the light of a yellow sun, so thankful for another day.

[andillneverbethesame]

Its nice to have a friend with james and ravenclaw!reader pls 🙏

love this! thank u for the request <3

it's nice to have a friend

❥ james potter x ravenclaw fem reader, remus lupin x sirius black

❥ summary; you and james swear you two are only friends. except you're not.

❥ warnings; none really.just not reread for gramatical mistakes

❥ a/n: this is very shorttt sorryy

my ts masterlist pt 1, pt 2

“alright, class," professor sinitra said at the end of the astronomy lesson. "that's the end for today. i'll see you all next week. and don't forget your essays about your birth planet!”

“finally,” you sighed in relief. “i am so exhausted.” you hated these friday astronomy lessons at midnight. but you were grateful you didn't need to be up early the next day.

“me too,” pandora yawned. she looked as if she was already half asleep. everyone seemed to be. except james potter, who was now making his way to you with an energetic smile on his face.

“hello, y/n," he grinned and you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

“hello, jamie.”

“can i walk you to ravenclaw tower?” he asked you and you raised your eyebrow. “it's not safe for a pretty girl like you to walk around the castle at night.”

“i won't be alone,” you replied. “i got pando—” you turned around to your friend who was next to you just five seconds ago. however, she was nowhere to be seen then. “or no. . . well, then i guess you can walk me.”

on the way, you notice james walked unusually slow. he always walked so fast that you almost had to run to catch up with him but this evening, it seemed as if you were faster than him. as if he wanted to make this walk last as long as possible.

you smiled as you shook your head at the ridiculous thought. you and james were only friends. you've always been just that.

“do you wanna hang out tomorrow at hogsmeade?” james suddenly asked.

you glanced at him. “what about the boys?”

“well, sirius and remus are having a date and peter still feels sick. it would be just the two of us. we could go to honey dukes and get the strawberry chocolate you like so much. and then we could stop at madam puddifoot's and get some tea and cake,” he offered. it almost sounded like a date. you cursed yourself again for the thought.

“you hate madam puddifoot's,” you pointed out the flaw in his plan.

“but you like her jasmine tea,” james said. and i like you, he wanted to add. “come on, it's my treat.”

you rolled your eyes. “you don't need to pay me for hanging out with you, jamie. i'd love to spend time with you in hogsmeade. it'll be fun."

james waited at you in front of the ravenclaw tower at ten in the morning sharp, just like he promised.

despite the fact that it was not a date and just two friends hanging out, you spend quite some time getting ready, wanting it to be perfect.

pandora teased you from her spot on her bed as she watched you chosing between two outfits — dark blue sweatshirt with black skirt and black sweatshirt with white skirt (you chose the second option in the end). you could only roll your eyes and deny every single one of her accusations but you both knew very well what was the truth.

james was wearing his gryffindor sweatshirt and opted to pair it with black pants. his hair was a mess, as always, looking like he had just gotten out of the bed without even trying to style it. he complained about it often but you thought it suited him well.

“ready?" he asked with his hands in his pockets, a smile lighting up his face.

“ready.” you nodded.

“where do you wanna go first?” james questioned as you two entered the village. a lot of people were there every day, but especially today when almost five hundred of hogwarts students decided to spend the day there.

“i'd really love to get the tea at madam puddifoot's now,” you answered honestly. “i'm feeling rather cold and need to warm up,” you blew warm breath on your hands and rubbed them together, hoping for at least temporally feeling of warmth. but it was no use. you almost couldn't feel your fingers anymore.

“why didn't you take gloves with you?” james asked.

“i lost them,” you replied with a pout on your lips. james then took off his pair of black gloves from his hands and handed them to you. “i— but. . what about you?”

he waved it off. “don't worry. i'll be fine.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded and you could tell he really meant it.

you two ended up at three broomsticks for a late lunch. despite each of you eating a piece of cake, a chocolate bar and shared a packet of sour candies, you two found yourselves quite hungry after all the walking.

madam rosmerta greeted you as soon as you walked in (though she was mainly talking to james, who ordered two butterbeers and then winked at her) and you chose a table by the window.

“what would you like?” james asked. “it's on me.”

you gave him a look. “i am not completely broke, y'know? you paid enough for me today. let me pay for you once, too.”

“not happening,” was james's immediate response as he shook his head. “i am a gentleman.”

“i never said you weren't,” you laughed. “but you can't pay for me all the time. i'm not your girlfriend.”

that seemed to shut him up as he couldn't think of anything else to say. at that moment, rosmerta came to your table with butterbeers and asked what would you like to have for your meal.

“i'll have shephard's pie," you spoke.

“beef pasties for me. thank you, rosmerta,” james smiled.

“thank you for today, jamie,” you said once the woman walked away. “i really needed this. i've been so stressful with everything that's going on.”

the boy knew exactly what you were talking about. attacks on muggles and muggleborn wizards and witches have been more and more frequent this year. a lot of your friends were muggleborns, and so was your dad. you prayed every day, begging whoever was up there to not let anything happen to those you loved.

james nodded understandingly. he, too, was worried for the future of the wizarding world. and he knew that he will be joining the order of the phoenix as soon as he could, and he'd be fighting for the good side as hard as he could.

his hand reached across the table for yours, squeezing it lightly for some kind of comfort to give you. you smiled sadly at him and sweets his hand back.

“yeah, me too. i'm sure everything will be okay,” he tried to reassure you. but you both weren't so sure. you weren't going to ruin this moment, though.

“thank you. it's nice to have a friend like you,” you said and james nodded.

yeah, he thought. a friend.

from across the room, remus and sirius, although they were on their own date, were watching you two with an immense interest.

“remus, he touched her hand!” sirius whisper-yelled at his boyfriend and hit him lightly as if he was trying to catch his attention as if remus wasn't spying on you two either. “he touched her hand!”

“yes, sirius, i'm not blind!” remus replied.

“come on, kiss!” the dark-haired boy began to pray. “i'm tired of them tiptoeing around each other like that.”

remus raised an eyebrow as he looked at sirius. “you did the same with me.”

“shut up.”

a month later, it was valentine's day and you had no one to spend it with.

all of your friends were going on a date with their partners or potential partners, but you were in bed with book.in your hands and a cup of tea on your bedside table. no one was in your dorm, leaving you completely interrupted to get lost in the story.

that was until there was a knock on your door.

you groaned. the words on the pages seemed to be getting rather. . . interesting.

"who is it?"

"your favourite boy in the whole world." was the answer and you quickly sat up and fixed your appearance. you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"come in!" the door opened, revealing james in a black suit and a big boquet of flowers in his hand. your mouth opened at his look. he looked really attractive, don't get me wrong, but you couldn't understand why was he dressed like that. "what's going on?"

"well, dear y/n, me and you are going on a date, that's what's going on."

"on a date?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "as. . . friends?"

james shook his head. "no, not as friends. we're more than that." he didn't give you a time to say anything before he continued with, "get ready. i'll wait in the common room."

you blinked in confusion as you watched him close the door and then you squealed once you were sure he was far enough to not hear you.

[rotthepoet]

Theo likes to appear to be so nonchalant, so cool, so unbothered, as if he got everything under control. Like nothing can get under his skin but that's EXACTLY why it's so fun to tease him n test how much it'll take to watch his restraint snaps (which isn't much tbh) 😼🤞

Going in for a hug? We're just hugging him extra tightly, pressing our lower half against his lower region extra harder, n inhaling his scent and he KNOWS

Sitting on his lap? Well of course it just so happens that we're wearing one of his big sweater w nothing underneath and batting our lashes up at him 🌚 totally accidental and a silly innocent mistake on our part

Hours, days, weeks, I DONT CARE IM GOING TO TEASE THAT MAN AND WATCH HIS RESTRAINTS CRACK

Anyways, have a beautiful day pookie 💋

- 🎹

Queen. I wrote like half of this and then i accidentally deleted it all. Lets have a moment of silence 😔 … now that its passed THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME I LOVE YOU AND I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG AGAIN

The Quidditch team had a very, no, outrageously stupid idea. Each and every one of them would practice celibacy for the week of the upcoming championship game. Seven whole days without sex. This included your amazing, wonderful, slightly pretentious boyfriend Theodore.

This did not sit right with you.

In fact, it sat so not right with you that you couldn’t help but… sabotage this game.

At first it was small things, your touch lingering too long on his bicep or thigh. Shifting your hips a little too much when he spooned you. Licking stray cream from your fingers at dinner.

But that didnt seem to work, no, it seemed like Theodore Nott hadnt been affected at all!(and you don’t know this, but he is DYING inside trying to not fuck you then and there)

So on day three you amp it up a little. You caught him right after quidditch practice, sweat dripping down his nose, and eyes wide as you practically throw yourself at him. Normally you wouldn’t touch him before a shower, but fuck has 3 days without sex made you a mess. Plus. You had to win this game.

You throw your arms around his neck, and his eyes glance down just enough to see the lowcut top youre wearing as your tits press against his chest. He suppresses a groan as you jump into his arm, forcing him to grab the plush skin of your thighs to support you. You, being extra bold today, kissed the side of his neck, tasting his salty skin beneath your lips as you take a deep breath and shiver. Maybe you were horny, but he didnt smell nearly as bad as he usually did after practice. Thats the point he put you down, kissing your forehead. “Four more days, bella…” he mumbled against your skin, before he grabbed your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at his dead eyes. “Knock it off or it’s going to be longer.”

“You wouldn’t last.”

“Oh, no. I’ll still be cumming. You just won’t be.”

His smirk as he walked off sent shivers down your spine and to the heat pooling in your panties.

On day five, you’ve had enough. You walked around your room, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong and Theodores quidditch jersey. His name was proudly printed on the back, and you wore it like a badge of honor. And really, it was just too cute to not show off.

One text to Theo, asking for help on your DADA homework, and he was at your door in moments.

His face went a stark white the moment he saw you, his body shaking slightly from the overwhelming urge to take you right there.

You kissed his cheek in greeting, pulling him to a chair at your desk and sitting right down in his lap as usual.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice raw and cracking slightly as he forced his gaze away.

You only shift slightly, your ass pressed against his groin while he stifles a groan. “This is where I always sit. Everything okay, teddy?” You ask.

“Fuck this.”

And within a second, your cheek is being pressed against the wood of your desk as Theodore leans over you, rutting his clothed hips against your plush ass. You win the game, by the way, you win it for SEVERAL hours.

Theodore loses his shit when he learns that no one else participated in the game, and he could have been balls deep in his girl on day one.

[ineedpaigebuckets]

more than a mistake

paige x reader

synopsis: they meet at a bar, your boyfriends off with some girl- so paige lets you know what it's really like, and at a party the next week, you get to return the favor

an: like smut ISH but like not really just like buildup i guess

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you didn’t want to come out tonight.

but your boyfriend insisted. “it'll be fun,” he said. “we need a night out,” he said. little did you know there was no "we" it was just him.

so now he’s at the other end of the bar, practically drooling over some blonde in a miniskirt, while you’re standing here with an empty drink, your arms crossed, your jaw locked.

you don’t even realize someone’s next to you until she speaks.

“he's not even subtle about it.”

you turn. it's a girl—tall, confident, jeans that actually fit, one hand wrapped around a glass of something dark. paige bueckers, you know her, or know of her, of course you do- everyone does. she's watching your boyfriend with a smirk like she’s seen this scene play out a hundred times and already knows the ending.

you raise an eyebrow. “excuse me?”

“he's trying to impress her with that laugh,” she says, nodding toward him. “the one that sounds like a dying dolphin? classic.”

you blink. the , involuntarily, you laugh- a real laugh, unlike his.

she looks at you for the first time- and she really looks at you- and it’s like her gaze rakes over every inch of you in one slow, unapologetic sweep.

“not to be rude,” she adds, “but what the hell are you doing here with that when you could be doing… literally anything else?”

your mouth opens. “wow. uhm- ”

“too much?” she says, sipping her drink, completely unbothered. “i can dial it back.”

you don’t want her to dial anything back, not one bit.

you glance toward your boyfriend. he's still not looking for you, not even noticing that you now have your own blonde on your arm.

you look back at her. she hasn’t stopped watching you. it's not subtle. her eyes drop to your lips, your collarbone, your waist. they linger.

you feel heat crawl under your skin.

“you always like this?” you ask.

she shrugs. “only when i know i'm right.”

you roll your eyes, but your pulse betrays you.

“let me guess,” you say. “you're gonna tell me i deserve better or some shit.”

“no,” she says. “i was gonna tell you i am better. at least in the ways that matter right now.”

your stomach tightens. you shouldn’t like how that sounds.

but you do.

she tilts her head, voice low now. “you want it- i can see it in those pretty eyes of yours.”

you don’t answer.

she leans a little closer. “he doesn’t know you, does he?”

you inhale, sharp. “you don’t know me either.”

she smiles, slow and sure. “i know how you’re looking at me right now.”

you hate that she’s right.

you hate how your skin is buzzing, how your legs feel a little too warm, how you’re already imagining what her hands might feel like on your skin.

she watches you for a second. “i'll say it plain, since you don’t seem like the type to play games- i want to fuck you.”

your breath catches.

“and i think you want to let me.”

you swallow hard. you look away- once- toward your boyfriend still pretending you don’t exist.

you turn back.

you don’t say yes.

but you don’t say no.

she grins. “come on,” she says. “lemme go remind you what it’s supposed to feel like.”

you follow her into the bathroom without looking back.

the door shuts behind you with a soft click.

you don’t move right away. you're standing in someone else’s space, in the middle of someone else’s night, with your breath shallow and your body already humming like it knows what’s coming.

paige just looks at you.

not like she’s waiting for you to speak. like she’s waiting for you to feel it. all of it.

and god, you do.

your chest is tight. your pulse is loud in your ears. your boyfriend has never made you feel like this- like you’re a storm, like you’re seconds from doing something you’ll never take back.

and maybe for the first time in your life, you don’t care.

she steps forward, slow and deliberate. her fingers trace the edge of your jaw. her touch is gentle, but her eyes are anything but. you feel seen, somehow. like she’s already undressed you with her eyes and she’s still not satisfied.

“you okay?” she asks, low.

“no,” you whisper before you can stop yourself.

it's not even a lie. you're not okay. you're so far from okay you don’t even know where that version of you went. you just know she doesn’t live in this body anymore.

and then paige kisses you.

no hesitation. no awkward buildup. just mouth on mouth- hot, open, and real. she kisses you like she’s starving and you’re the thing she’s been hunting for.

your knees go soft. your hands find her shoulders, her neck, her hair- you don’t know what you’re holding onto, only that you need to hold onto something.

she walks you backward until your spine hits the wall. her hands are under your shirt, then lifting it up. she strips you slow, like she wants to remember the look on your face when each piece comes off.

and you let her.

you're not thinking. you're just feeling. and for the first time you feel free.

she pulls her shirt off, and it’s not like the movies. it's not choreographed or slow motion. it's fast and greedy and honest. her skin is warm, her mouth hotter, her breath against your throat enough to make you whimper.

you've never made that sound before.

when she drops to her knees, your heart stutters.

“wait,” you breathe, unsure if you’re trying to stop her or just catching your breath.

she looks up at you, steady. “we can stop.”

you shake your head. “that's not-.”

she just waits, still holding your hips, her thumbs brushing the bare skin there like she’s reminding you you’re real.

“i've never—” you start, then stop. you can’t finish that sentence. you don’t even know what the end of it is.

never wanted someone like this.

never needed someone like this.

never looked at another girl and thought, i want her to break me open.

paige leans in and presses a kiss to your stomach. “let me make you feel good.”

you nod.

she does.

she pulls your panties to the side, underneath four skirt that's hiked up your stomach, and she requires your entire brain.

her mouth is sin and salvation. every flick of her tongue, every slow, deliberate movement, every sound you make- she drinks it in like proof. you lose yourself in it. you stop thinking completely. you forget your own name.

and when you come- loud and shaking, thighs clenching around her- you cry out hers.

you feel wrecked. and remade. and fucking perfect.

when she finally pulls back, your chest is heaving. your hands are still in her hair, and your brain is a blur of what the fuck was that and do it again.

she climbs back up your body, her lips brushing yours again. you kiss her like you’re drowning. her hands fix your outfit without even thinking, lips not hesitating to stay against yours.

“i don’t know what just happened,” you whisper into her mouth.

she just smiles, breathless. “it's okay. you don’t have to know yet.”

you stare at her, dazed. “i didn’t think i could feel like that.”

she presses her forehead to yours. “that's ’cause no one ever wanted to make you feel like that.”

and you know she’s right.

you let out a shaky laugh, still half-drunk on the feeling. “you're dangerous.”

“i know,” she says, kissing you again, softer this time.

you don’t know what this is.

but for once, you want to find out.

you don’t say much afterward.

you slowly fix yourself up. neither of you rushes, but neither of you lingers either. there's a strange silence- not uncomfortable, just sharp. like the air between you is still hot, still buzzing, and neither of you knows what to do with it.

you glance at her while fixing your hair in the mirror by the door. she's sitting on the edge of the toilet, one leg bounced over and over, shirt rumpled, still looking at you like she knows exactly how you taste and how you look when you fall apart.

you hate how much you like that.

“i should go,” you say, not quite looking at her.

paige doesn’t move. “right. boyfriend.”

you flinch a little, but she says it without judgment. just fact.

“he's probably wondering where i am.”

paige tilts her head. “is he?”

you shoot her a look. she smirks like she knows she’s getting under your skin and doesn’t plan on stopping.

“you don’t have to explain,” she adds. “i know.”

but something in the way she says it makes your chest tighten. like maybe you both don’t know. not really.

you nod, trying to shake it off. “still. i should go.”

she walks you the extra 3 steps to the door. you're halfway through it when you hesitate- hand still on the handle, brain scrambled, heart pounding with something that feels suspiciously like regret.

“i'm going to this party next week,” you say, casual. too casual.

paige raises an eyebrow. “you are?”

“yeah. a few friends. just a small thing.”

she leans against the doorframe. “you inviting me?”

you shrug. “if you want.”

she grins, just a little. “i want.”

you look at her for a second longer than you should. you're already picturing her showing up. you're already thinking about what you’ll wear, what you’ll say, what you won’t say. you're already fucked.

“give me your number,” you say, pulling out your phone.

she taps it in without hesitation. her name appears on your screen- just Paige, no emoji, no last name. but the weight of it is enough.

“text me,” she says, voice low, right before you leave. “or don’t. but i think you’ll want to.”

you want to.

you leave anyway.

next thing you know, you're at some random apartment, the music is loud, but not too loud- someone’s shitty bluetooth speaker on the counter blaring early 2000s throwbacks, and there’s half a case of white claws on the kitchen table. you recognize maybe five people. you smile at none of them.

because paige is here.

she showed up like she wasn’t sure she would- hands in her pockets, calm, unreadable- but the second she saw you, something in her face softened. you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding your breath until then.

and now, hours later, you’re still pressed to her side on the couch like it’s the only place in the world you want to be.

because it is.

you broke up with your boyfriend this morning. it wasn’t dramatic. it wasn’t even a fight. you just said, i'm done, and he said, figures, and that was it.

you haven’t let go of paige since she walked through the door.

she hasn’t seemed to mind.

she's got one arm draped over the back of the couch, and you’re tucked under it, knees pulled up, leaning into her like gravity decided you belong there.

“you okay?” she murmurs into your hair.

you nod. then shake your head. “no idea.”

she chuckles. her fingers brush the curve of your arm. it's a small touch, but it makes your stomach flip.

“i feel like an idiot,” you admit. “you're barely touching me and i'm already half obsessed or something.”

paige glances at you. her smile flickers. “only half?”

you groan and hide your face against her shoulder.

she smells like clean skin and something vanilla. you want to crawl inside her shirt and stay there.

“i'm being clingy,” you mutter. “you can tell me to back off.”

“i could,” she says. “but i'm not gonna.”

you lift your head, just a little. her hand brushes your thigh. not sexual, just warm. steady.

“i keep thinking about that night,” you say, voice lower now, more careful. “what you did. how i felt.”

a pause.

“and?”

you look at her fully now. her eyes are on you, wide open. she's not teasing. she's not smug. she's just waiting.

“i want to make you feel like that.”

paige's breath catches.

you sit up a little straighter, shift closer, your hand trailing along the inside of her arm. your fingers slide under the hem of her shirt. just barely.

“i want to know what your face looks like when you fall apart,” you whisper. “i want to hear how you sound when you stop pretending nothing gets to you.”

her eyes darken. Her throat bobs. “you sure?”

“no” you say. “but i still want to.”

she kisses you- hard and fast this time, like she’s surprised by it, like she couldn’t not do it. and then you’re tugging her hand, leading her down the hall into the first empty room you can find, heart pounding, skin burning.

you push her down onto the bed.

and you take your time.

you kiss every inch of her like a map you’re learning by heart. you get her shirt off and your mouth on her chest, her stomach, the soft inside of her thighs. you don’t stop until she’s gasping, arching, gripping the sheets like she’s trying to keep from flying apart.

you watch her come with wide eyes, stunned at how much it does to you.

after, she pulls you down beside her, cheeks flushed, hair messy.

“i underestimated you pretty girl,” she says, breathless.

you grin. “good.”

you're both still half-naked, half buzzed, laying on your sides, noses almost touching.

“can i ask you something?” she says.

“yeah?”

paige hesitates. then, carefully, "go out with me. like… really. not just this. not just—” she gestures vaguely to the bed, to the party beyond the door, “whatever this is.”

you blink.

“i want to take you to dinner,” she adds, quieter now. “hold your hand and take you somewhere we don't have to sneak off to. be the person you don’t have to hide.”

your heart does something weird in your chest. like it’s trying to fold into itself.

you nod before you even realize you’re doing it. “okay.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you say, and you kiss her again.

and it feels less like a mistake this time.

more like something you've been looking for your whole life and just now found.

[sweetcalebb]

Computer Science Major Zayne

⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚ headcanons ˚୨୧⋆｡˚⋆

zayne, who codes better than he talks, but god—absolutely meltsss for you in soft, subtle ways.

INSPIRED BY @xyzvoid

tysm for letting me use ur concept!! ur gamer!caleb also gave me this idea for CS!zayne <3

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⋆⁺₊❅。 zayne will make apps for you. he'll sit in his dorm, hoodie rolled up to his sleeves, brows pinched together in annoyance because he can't find what's wrong with his code. he should be doing his assignments, but how he can't forget that offhand comment you made about how messy your notes are. two days later, you get a link from him. it's your own custom-made app that color-codes and sorts them for you.

⋆⁺₊❅。 zayne will let you study with him while he works on his code. he normally doesn't let anyone see him like this—because honesty? he looks a little wrecked; the complete opposite of him in public, typing like he's trying to punish the computer for his mistakes. and when you tease him, saying he looks like he's fighting with his laptop he lets out a low, "i am." but there's a subtle smile playing on his lips.

⋆⁺₊❅。 zayne's never been one for affection, but for you, he'll make an exception. like sometimes, when he's in the middle of debugging, or writing some paper on the program he's using, he'll pull you into his lap, rest his chin on your shoulder, and murmur, "don't move. you're warm.”

⋆⁺₊❅。 to everyone else, zayne is an intimidating, composed computer science prodigy. to you? he's just a sweet, awkward, nerdy boy (still scary smart). because when he's alone with you, he's grumbling under his breath, glaring at his computer screen like it's personally offended him because he can't crack an assignment. and when he's done, he'll crawl into your arms. won't say a word, just lay there.

⋆⁺₊❅。 zayne's screen saver is a candid picture of you taking a nap on his shoulder. you hate it, but he loves it. it's his absolute favorite and he refuses to change it. sometimes, it'll distract him. he knows he should be doing work, but instead he'll sit there like a love-sick fool, eyes roving over the picture like he hasn't seen it a hundred times.

⋆⁺₊❅。 he doesn't care how much work he has left to do. he'll always find time to help you with yours. doesn't matter what class is it either. chemistry? he's patiently walking you through the formulas even though he just relearned the material last night. anatomy? he's skimming your textbooks and then letting you practice on him—turning into your own personal life-size diagram.

⋆⁺₊❅。 just like he isn't one for physical affection, he also isn't one for loud, sappy 'i love you's. no, he builds you a game. a whole game. based on some throwaway comment, like, 'i wish i was a bird'. days later, he's built you a short five-minute game where you play as a bird and at the end there's some sweet little note. it's short, but it's there.

⋆⁺₊❅。 he doesn't say anything, but he's positive he works better with you around. even when you're a little too distracting for your own good, how could he not work better when after every section of his code he finishes, he's pulling you in a slow, lazy kiss, then pulling back like nothing and working again?

⋆⁺₊❅。 sometimes, when you're feeling a little playful, you'll sneak up behind him while he works. you'll trail your lips up his neck, across his jaw, and then finish on that spot behind his ear he loves so much. he’ll mutter a rough, “don’t distract me." it has no real bite though, because before you can even apologize, he's turning around and slipping his hands underneath your shirt, pulling it up, then kissing up your stomach. soft, reverent open mouthed kisses.

⋆⁺₊❅。when zayne's finished with an especially grueling assignment, you'll offer to help him.. unwind. he'll say something short and quiet, like, "no, you don't have to." but he doesn't stop you, just watches with lidded eyes as you kneel down between his legs, tug his jeans down with his boxers and take him into your mouth. his breath hitches. "f-fuh—" he bites his lip to stops himself (bc for some reason he doesn't like cussing in front of you). he breathes out, "you really don't—nngh-" but he can't help it anymore. his hand is hovering over your head, hips twitching. "please don't stop."

[wbbfannnnnn13]

Almost, Always // Chapter 5

A/N: In celebration of UConn winning the Big East, here's a little fluff/hope for you guys :) It'll probably be a bit before I can write a new chapter so enjoy for now, just don't get too comfy lol

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: light/suggestive sexual content

Chapter 5 – I'm Trying 

Paige stood frozen in the arena long after Azzi had turned and disappeared. The echo of her footsteps had faded, but the ache in Paige’s chest only grew louder. She’d known it wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected it to feel like this—like her heart had just taken another hit it might not recover from.

Still, she understood. Azzi had every right to walk away. She hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. Two weeks of silence was on her. And now, standing here, Paige could admit what she hadn’t let herself fully acknowledge until this moment: waiting and surprising Azzi had been a bonehead move. What was she thinking? That she could show up and everything would fall into place? That love alone would fix the cracks she’d left untended for so long?

But it hadn’t been just carelessness. It had been a plan. A grand gesture, or at least, that’s what she’d hoped it would be. Two weeks ago, she’d called her assistant and asked for help coordinating her schedule, pacing the length of her apartment as she rattled off dates and begged for options. She was desperate to figure out when she could see Azzi in person, desperate for something tangible—something that would make all the distance and silence feel like it had purpose. She needed to see her, to look her in the eyes and try to make things right in a way a phone call never could. She’d imagined the moment vividly—Azzi’s surprise, the way her face might soften, the way Paige could finally say everything she’d been holding in. It wasn’t just about showing up; it was about making a statement, about proving that she hadn’t let go, even when it looked like she had.

The only window was when the Wings played the Liberty in New York. It wasn’t soon enough, but it was the best she could do. She’d taken it, thinking she’d make it count. She just hadn’t realized how much damage her silence would do in the meantime. She should have called. She should have texted. But the truth was—she’d been scared. Scared that Azzi would hear her voice or see her name light up the screen and finally decide that this was it, that she’d had enough, that she was done. Paige had convinced herself that waiting, that showing up in person, would be better.

But now, standing here, watching the emptiness Azzi had left in her wake, she knew that had been a mistake. A selfish, fear-driven miscalculation masquerading as romance. Now the weight of that decision settled on her like lead, a cruel echo in the silence Azzi left behind. She’d thought she could control the timing, the outcome. Paige thought a grand gesture would matter more than all the quiet absence in between. But now, she wasn’t so sure she hadn’t just ruined everything. That the space she’d tried to fill with intention had only widened into something permanent.

Still, she wasn’t giving up. Because somewhere beneath all that fear and doubt, Paige wanted nothing more than to prove to Azzi that she could move past it. That she could be braver, louder, clearer about what Azzi meant to her. She didn’t just want to show up, she wanted to show Azzi that she was worth being chosen out loud, without hesitation, without fear.

So she went to the parking lot, found Azzi’s car, and waited.

She didn’t care how long it would take. She knew Azzi had post-game obligations from media, locker room, and team debriefs. None of it mattered. She meant what she said at the airport.

Azzi—them—was everything.

She leaned against the hood of the car, arms crossed, staring up at the night sky, nerves twisting in her gut with every passing minute. The cold from the metal seeped through her jeans, grounding her in a way that her thoughts couldn't.

She scrolled through her phone, not really looking at anything, just trying to kill time. A news article about the game. A video recap. A few photos of Azzi mid-shot, fierce and graceful and composed. God, she looked unstoppable tonight.

Paige smiled.

And she looked so good doing it. Her toned arms, the way her jersey clung to her frame, the intensity in her eyes, it was all effortlessly magnetic. Paige had always thought Azzi was beautiful, but somehow, now, years into this thing between them, she only found her sexier. More confident, more self-assured, more impossible to look away from. It hit Paige all over again just how lucky she was to love someone like her.

As she kept scrolling, she saw a few screenshots from the crowd—pictures of her, clear as day, in Azzi’s jersey. Already, fan accounts were speculating. Comments were pouring in, full of assumptions and rumors and hashtags. The buzz was already building, and it had nothing to do with basketball. A knot of fear twisted in Paige’s gut, rising to the surface with each post she scrolled past. This was what she’d been afraid of. This was the noise. But even with the fear clawing at the edges of her mind, she didn’t regret it. Not this time. Because she was trying. Because Azzi was worth it.

Eventually, she heard the familiar sound of voices and footsteps echoing through the lot. She looked up and saw Azzi walking alongside Aaliyah, laughing at something. Her heart skipped a beat just seeing her. It always did. She was so damn beautiful it hurt. Strong and effortless, lit by the streetlights like she’d stepped straight out of a dream. Paige’s eyes roamed instinctively, taking in the curve of her mouth, the strength in her shoulders, the way her walk had always commanded attention.

Aaliyah noticed Paige first. Her expression shifted, softening with understanding. They’d been through a lot together and she knew the history here. She gave Azzi a quick look, one full of empathy, then turned her gaze toward Paige.

“Hey, Paige,” Aaliyah said with a faint smile.

“Hey, Lili,” Paige replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

Aaliyah didn’t linger. She gave Azzi a small nudge, a subtle gesture of support, then headed to her car. Azzi didn’t say a word as they watched her drive away.

Silence settled between them, heavy and thick.

Paige cleared her throat. “Az, I’m so sorry.”

Azzi didn’t speak. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, jaw clenched.

“I should’ve called. I should’ve said something. Anything. I thought showing up would make it better, but… it didn’t. I was an idiot. I thought some dramatic gesture would mean more, and I didn’t think about how much the silence would hurt you. I didn’t think about how it might come across like I wasn’t taking this seriously enough. But I am. I swear I am.”

Azzi’s brows pulled together as she looked down at the ground. "What are you doing here, Paige?"

“I’m trying,” Paige continued, her voice cracking a little. “I’m trying to be ready. I want to be ready. I want to be the kind of person who doesn’t let fear get in the way of something this important. I just… I don’t always know how to get there.”

Azzi’s gaze finally flicked up to meet hers, the question still lingering in her eyes, guarded but curious—like she was trying to understand why Paige was really there, and if it meant anything at all. 

Paige sighed. “I can't let this go without fighting for it. I know I messed up, and I know I’ve been stuck in my head. But I’m trying.”

Azzi nodded, still processing everything Paige was telling her. 

She hesitated, then added, “I wore your jersey tonight.”

Azzi raised a brow. “You’ve worn jerseys before.”

“I know,” Paige said quietly. “But not like this, baby. Not yours. You know what that meant for me.”

She hesitated, her gaze dropping for a second. “I knew people would notice. I knew fans would talk. It’s already out there—screenshots, posts, comments. I can feel it building. And I hate that my life always feels like some kind of soap opera. But I did it anyway. Because I’m trying. Because you mean more to me than the noise ever could.”

Azzi looked at her for a long moment. Paige couldn’t read her. And then, slowly, Azzi stepped closer.

“It’s not everything,” Azzi said, voice low. “But I know it wasn’t nothing.”

Paige stepped even closer, her voice shaking but sure. Her eyes burned as she searched Azzi’s face. “I love you, Az. I need you. I can’t lose you.” She paused, her heart pounding, her breath uneven. “I know I’ve screwed this up. I know I’ve made you feel like you weren’t enough, or like I wasn’t willing to fight for us. But I am. I’m here.”

Before Paige could say anything else, Azzi reached for her hand. It was subtle, tentative—like she was still testing the water. The moment Azzi’s hand closed around hers, Paige felt her breath catch in her throat. There was something grounding and intimate in the way Azzi’s fingers curled around hers—steady, warm, familiar. Her pulse fluttered at the contact, and for a split second, the world quieted. Paige loved that about Azzi—how one simple touch could calm the chaos inside her.

Paige exhaled, stepping into her, and then Azzi kissed her.

It started slow, cautious. But Paige leaned into it, deepened it—just a little. Just enough to tell Azzi she wasn’t going anywhere. Her hands slid to Azzi’s waist, drawing her closer, anchoring herself in the warmth and familiarity of her. The tension melted, just for a moment, in the taste of lips and shared breath.

Azzi’s fingers tangled in the hem of Paige’s jacket, pulling her in closer, and suddenly the tension between them shifted. It wasn’t anger anymore. It was heat. Want. Familiarity that made Paige’s heart race.

Paige pressed Azzi back gently against the car door, mouths colliding again, hungrier this time. Their kiss deepened, messy and urgent, a mix of frustration and longing and everything they hadn't said. Paige's hands slid from Azzi’s waist, her fingers trailing downward in a teasing sweep before giving her a firm squeeze, drawing a breathy hitch from Azzi's lips. Then she moved her hands up under the hem of her shirt, fingertips grazing smooth, warm skin that sent sparks down her spine. The heat between them spiked, and Paige felt the pull of gravity between their bodies, undeniable and electric. 

Azzi’s hands roamed too, slipping into Paige’s hair, tugging her closer, grounding them in this moment that felt like fire and forgiveness all at once. The kiss turned into something more—a slow, desperate collision that sent sparks flying with every pass of tongue and soft moan between them. Paige’s hands moved greedily, her mouth demanding and tender all at once, like she was pouring every apology, every I-miss-you, into Azzi’s lips. Their breathing grew ragged, a messy symphony of hunger and heat as they clung to each other, pressed together like gravity couldn’t keep them apart.

“God,” Paige whispered against her lips, “I missed you.”

Azzi pulled back just slightly, eyes meeting hers with a softened, breathless gaze. “I missed you too,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, full of something raw and real.

Azzi's hand slid beneath the jersey Paige wore with her number on it, fingertips grazing the skin just above her jeans, lingering there with a slow, possessive drag that made Paige’s knees go weak. Paige’s heart thudded hard against her ribcage, her pulse pulsing between every inch of their connected skin. She bit back a groan, her body arching into Azzi’s touch as heat pooled low in her belly. Her mind went dizzy with the feel of Azzi’s touch, the intoxicating closeness, the scent of her skin and shampoo and something that was just Azzi. The warmth of her mouth, the strength of her hands, the way she moved against her was enough to make Paige burn from the inside out.

Then Azzi pulled back slightly, her eyes dark and conflicted. “I had a dream about our first kiss,” she murmured.

Paige’s lips curved in a breathless, teasing smile, her voice low and husky from the heat between them. “You dream about me a lot, huh?” 

Azzi rolled her eyes, though a reluctant grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

Paige laughed softly. “Sorry, sorry. That’s… kind of sweet.”

“It was more than sweet,” Azzi said quietly. “It felt real. I woke up missing you.”

Something inside Paige ached at that. A gentle, painful warmth bloomed in her chest. She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Azzi’s ear, her touch tender.

“Maybe it means something,” she said softly.

But Azzi’s expression faltered again. Paige noticed the shift immediately. Azzi's eyes pulled back, her jaw tensed just slightly. And suddenly, doubt crept in. Paige’s stomach twisted, the high from their kiss cracking under the weight of uncertainty. Was Azzi regretting this? The flicker of hesitation on Azzi’s face lodged itself in Paige’s chest like a warning, one that whispered that maybe love still wasn’t enough to undo the damage.

“Or maybe it’s just a reminder,” she said. “That nothing’s really changed.”

Paige froze. “What do you mean?”

Azzi pulled back, arms folding again, her body retreating even as she stood in the same place.

“I mean we’re still in the same place we've always been,” she said. “We're in a parking lot, kissing like it’s a secret. Still in this in-between place. You’re not hiding me, but you’re not choosing me either. Not fully. Not where it matters most.”

Paige opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Because part of her knew it was true. She hadn’t done enough. Not yet.

“I don't want to walk away,” Azzi said again, softer this time. “But I can't go back to almost, either.”

Paige swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know."

Then she kissed Paige’s cheek, one last gentle press of her lips, before turning and walking to the driver's side.

Paige stood in the silence, heart aching, breath shallow, wondering how many more almosts they could survive. Her chest tightened, a creeping hollowness settling in as the reality of Azzi slipping away pressed harder against her ribs. She had given everything she could tonight—her words, her vulnerability, her heart—and still, it hadn’t felt like enough. The silence that followed felt louder than anything either of them had said, a cold confirmation of her worst fear. She heard the soft click of a car door and then the low rumble of the engine starting. Her heart sank, a lead weight of finality sinking deeper into her stomach, whispering that maybe this was it—that maybe she'd already lost the only thing that ever truly mattered.

But then, the window rolled down. Azzi exhaled sharply, her voice carrying across the space between them. "Get in."

Paige blinked, caught off guard.

She didn’t hesitate. She moved toward the car, pulled open the passenger door, and slid inside. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, but something had shifted—just enough to keep hope alive.

[frownyalfred]

Going insane over livestock guardian dog imagery for Batman. He is submissive in the way that a dog killing wolves for its sheep is submissive. Do you understand???????

I see the vision, anon. He's got big "I'm just here letting my Robins do their thing watching from afar" but if you even think about messing with them, he's there in a flash and you don't have half your throat anymore (you'll live, it'll be awful).

I like to think of him as the cliche mafia boss who's in control of the room but doesn't appear to be. He's off in the corner not looking at anyone, but you can be damn sure he's got an eye on everyone in that room. The second he so much as twitches, the room goes still. He doesn't need to say a word.

He's submissive in the sense that he doesn't need to dominate every conversation or room he's in, but make no mistake -- he's in control of every single one. And his people, his sheep, that protection extends from his kids, to his kids' friends, and eventually to the Justice League itself. They're his.

[fixated-cookies]

need me some wildberry non con please 😔💔

(thank you for your time!)

oooohh wildberry, yummm. I really need to start progressing into the game more because I'm still on world 8 of crispea, and haven't even gotten to Beast Yeast yet ughhhh I'm missing out!

Forgive me if he seems horrible and out of character, I had to research about him and watch videos to grasp his character. He's so honorable and brooding!! I will rub my dirty hands all over him

WARNING- YANDERE, non/dubcon,

For him to do such a thing he would have needed to snap, but the signs would hard to notice, remember, he's Hollyberry's personal bodyguard, he has a strong duty to perform, and he will deliver.

Wildberry Cookie’s most desperate point would come when his two greatest priorities—his sworn duty to Hollyberry Cookie and his overwhelming obsession with you are at odds. He is a Cookie of unshakable loyalty, built on discipline and devotion.

He is duty-bound to protect the queen, but he needs the reader. The idea of leaving either one alone haunts him, and the pressure builds until something breaks. With his loyalty to the queen, you can expect him to start to neglect you out of fear of either rejection or guilt. In fact, because of this, you may end up growing closer to another cookie anyway, one that has time for you and is attentive to you

If another Cookie begins taking up too much of your time, jealousy and self-doubt fester inside him. his love would manifest in agonizing restraint, because if he fails in his duty to Hollyberry Cookie, he is nothing. But if he lets you slip away… what is he living for?

Lets say you decide to announce to him that you were planning on leaving the kingdom, perhaps the pure vanilla kingdom is more of your style, or maybe you want to go travelling and explore throughout crispea. oh no.

"Please." His head dips, pink bangs falling over his eyes. His massive, battle-worn hands tremble at his sides, torn between holding you and letting go.

"I...I just wanted to see the world, y'know" you laughed nervously under his intense gaze and silence...

"You can’t. You—" His breath stutters, something visibly breaking inside of him. A part of him you have never seen before...

A mistake. A lapse. A moment of weakness.

Before you can react, he surges forward. His lips crush against yours—rough, desperate, pained. He holds your face so carefully, reverently, as if you’re the only thing keeping him from shattering completely.

You'll push away completely breathless, confused, and wondering why he's behaving this way. You can grab onto his shoulders all you want to create distance, but it'll be futile anyway. He's much taller and stronger than you'll ever be.

"No-" you gasped out only to be suffocated once again under his endless devotion. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you

"It's because of them, is it not?" He saw it. Them. Stepping in when he wasn’t there. Placing a hand on you. As if they had any right.He breathes in sharply, as if trying to calm himself. "Tell me." His voice is quieter now, more dangerous. "Have they been watching over you? Every second? Every breath? Have they bled for you?"

His fingers brush against your wrist—light, hesitant, as if afraid he might break you. But you both know the truth. He is the one who’s breaking. You can struggle all you want but has something to prove.

"Let me show you what I’m good for."

the next you'll be seeing is the ceiling as suddenly you're on your back with him hunched over you. He's not a barbarian, he still does have some sense within him. He'll be so gentle, he promises. Through your own cries and protest he can be so gentle, just let him take care of you, to show you just how deep his devotion goes.

He'll lick at your bits for hours, savoring the taste of his love. His large hands will keep you still, to cease all your squirming. A large hand will find their way to your warm tummy, and keep you pinned while the other lifts your legs up to give him more access to you.

He's not one to do things half-assed, he will be getting multiple orgasms out of you just by oral alone. And once you're too blissed out to do fight back, he can take the opportunity to feel you from the inside. And yes, the carpet does match the drapes. He's thick, which isn't surprising based on how meaty he is, the moment he enters you, you'll hear his deep and rumbling groan ring through the room.

He struggles to keep himself contained from just taking you and fucking you into the mattress. But he kept his promise of being gentle, so gentle you'll wish he was rough. he'll lean into the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet scent as he ruts into you.

He doesn't even need to restrain you with anything as his size alone is enough to keep you flushed between the mattress and him. He groans are power and deep, yet almost whiny, like he's so blissed out from finally able to show his devotion. He just need it, just need you to give him that extra push

[calebsdog]

do you know what is a headcanon that i would love to see? caleb with mc who is a classical soprano. i can definitely imagine her being in her high school productions. of course, thanks to her beautiful voice, she ended up getting so many admirers, much to caleb's pride and jealousy. this culminated when she was singing at the conservatorium and concerts. it will definitely sound as if she was a beautiful angel.

Caleb remembers the days when your singing was for him alone. Late nights where he would hold you in his arms, indulging you with tuneless lullabies. Back then, he'd pinch your cheeks when you complained, daring you to do a better job.

Perhaps, you had wanted to spite him. How else did you grow to have such talent? As you grew, it was Caleb who wanted to be soothed to sleep by the sound of your voice. Yet, he was always too enchanted to close his eyes.

If it was his choice, Caleb would have kept your talent all to himself. This wasn't an entirely selfish desire on his part. You have always been shy. Caleb was the only one you had the courage to sing in front of.

It was Gran who pushed you out of your shell. The elderly woman overheard you one day, playing in the attic. Humming for Caleb as he rest his head in your lap.

She discovered a caterpillar blossoming in its cocoon. And she forced you to spread your delicate wings in front of the world. Something so beautiful should be shared, after all.

"Pipsqueak?" Now, years later, you still freeze up before each performance. You have the voice of an angel. Bold, beautiful, a captivating melody all were drawn to. But, at heart, you were an anxious little creature.

"Hey." Caleb sits down on the edge of your bed. Gran was waiting in the driveway, warming up the car before you head out. It won't take long for her to come back inside and rush you out the door. But that wasn't why Caleb was here.

"Come on, talk to me. Why are you nervous?" He carefully guides you to lean to the side. Until your head rests against his shoulder, using his body as a pillow.

"It's just... What if I mess up? When I perform, everyone's eyes are on me. A hundred people will see even the slightest mistake-"

"Why does that matter?" Caleb interrupts you before that line of thought can go any further.

"I'd never let anyone bully you. It doesn't matter how big of a mistake you make up there. I'll be in the crowd, making sure everyone keeps their fat mouths shut."

Tilting his head, Caleb presses his nose into your hair. It wasn't fair that everyone felt entitled to your voice. That Gran would pressure you into performing in front of your entire school. Meanwhile, your poor heart nearly bursts from anxiety every time.

But, as nervous as you get, you never back down. Caleb offers himself as a safety net before every performance. If you don't want to go, then don't. He'll take care of everything. You don't have to explain yourself in front of these people.

It's an offer you have yet to accept.

"Forget everyone else. It doesn't matter what they think, pipsqueak. Don't even look at them. Keep your eyes on me. As long as you don't look away, it'll be just like old times. You in the attic singing your heart out with just me watching."

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

TERRITORIAL. | Pretty Baby

Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, Wolf!Jungkook, Good girl!Reader, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Corruption kink, strangers to crushes to lovers, Fluff, Adult themes

Length: uuuh long idk

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Strawberry milk is your favorite.

It's always been a comfort thing for you- just like certain snacks or fabrics make you feel comforted, strawberry milk gives you that little bit of extra braveness at night after work has ended to finally make your way back home into the safety of your apartment.

But tonight, it's a bit different. Tonight, there's a group of vamps outside, clearly trying to agitate the wolves who've been ruling the streets for a while now.

It's not actual gang-behavior. They're not actively fighting or anything, there's never any guns or other violence involved- at least not on the surface. Underground, you're sure this must be a different story- but on the streets, the wolves play the tune everyone else dances to- the vamps only occasionally trying to provoke something, which never actually happens.

But that doesn't mean it won't tonight. Maybe tonight's the night it'll escalate.

And on nights like this, you sometimes feel like moving into the big city was a big mistake too, because this seems so normal to everyone else around you.

Back home in your little town, there wasn't anything like this at night. People would go to bed at reasonable times, you'd know every neighbor by name and house number, and you never had to fear going home alone. But here, things are different. Here, things are a lot more dangerous, especially as nothing but a human with no connection to either group.

You kind of want to stay neutral- even if, deep down, you feel more drawn towards the wolves with their more laid back approach to life.

Outside the small convenience store, you throw away the empty bottle of strawberry milk, before you reluctantly make a few steps- looks from a few vampires immediately making you retreat however, pulling out your phone to appear occupied. You can hear them snickering amongst each other already, laughing and talking, making comments about you.

You can't do this, fuck that.

You look around a little, when you notice someone from the nearby wolves looking back at you- a young man, golden eyes a tell-tale sign of what he is, as he sits on his bike that's perched up on it's kickstand. He's watching you, but not in an intimidating way- he's more so calculating it seems like, scanning the situation before he looks towards a friend nearby, who nods, some others nodding as well as they move closer.

He's got his hands in the pockets of his jacket, beanie hiding the slightly faded blue-ish strands of hair. Everyone of the tiny group appears relaxed and non-threatening. But there's a certain confidence in them that intimidates you a little as they walk closer.

That is, until he smiles at you-

and his black tail behind him wags, swaying from side to side.

"Alright guys, can we make some space here for the lady to pass through?" He asks towards the group of Vamps, who laugh, before they reluctantly make space for you to walk. The young man carefully moves to walk a little behind you, the other's shielding you just as much on the side that's turned towards the blood-dependent human variants. It just confirms to you that yeah, you're definitely more drawn towards wolves.

"There we go. Is your home far?" The young wolf asks, still keeping a respectful distance towards you.

"Uh.. no, not really." You deny, and he nods. "Thanks, by the way." You bow to him and his friends politely, everyone just waving it off- though you can see all their tails swaying a little. It's honestly.. cute, if they didn't all look like they could probably break your neck at a moment's notice.

But they don't. Instead, they all agree to your request to walk home now by yourself, and let you go-

though you can feel one person's eyes on you for a little longer, and when you turn around, he smiles that smile again.

A smile that's just.. genuine.

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You meet him again the day after at the convenience store, though he's sporting a fresh scratch on the top of his cheekbone. He doesn't seem to be in too much pain as he spots you however, having just bought your typical strawberry courage to go home tonight. "Do you always work this long?" He wonders, and you nod, sitting down next to him at the narrow table at the windows of the small store. He's been eating something, bowl now empty though, faint redness on his lips the last remnant of his meal.

"What happened?" You ask, pointing to your own cheek, when he seems surprised, touching his own before hissing at the sting. "No don't touch it-" You whine, before you look for something in your bag, opening another, smaller, makeup bag. "here- or... do you want me to help?" You wonder, making him nod and lean forward with a faint smile on his lips, hands holding onto the chair he's sitting on between his legs as he closes his eyes so you don't feel watched.

As you clean up the scratch and put a bandaid on, you kind of have to think about the fact that he seems awfully.. less threatening than you thought he'd be, considering he's a wolf from the big city. But maybe the one's you know from the smaller towns are just.. a little too full of themselves, pride getting the best of them.

"Oh-" You suddenly say, noticing the little cartoon fish on the bandaid you just placed on his cheek.

"What, 'oh'?" He wonders back, and you hold out another bandaid to him so he can take a look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- I forgot I only have those…" You mumble a bit caught off guard by your own actions. But he just laughs, giving it back to you with a smile and shake of his head.

"It's fine- they're cute!" He simply shrugs, not bothered by it at all. "Thanks." He offers, tail swaying behind him. "So- can I ask what you work as?" He wonders, and you nod, putting your stuff back into your bag.

"Just data management. It's pretty boring." You shrug to yourself. "But I can work by myself and I like that." You explain, zipping your bag shut before you look at him again. "Although.. I might have to get myself maybe a dog, when I go home at night. A big, scary looking one you know? But they've got to be nice so I can bring them into the office with me.." You mumble, drinking the last of your milk as he turns his body to face more openly to you again, a playful smirk on his lips.

"How about I'll be your big bad dog then, huh?" He flirts, tail swinging side to side behind him. "Though I'm probably not allowed in the office.." He laughs, especially when you roll your eyes and still smile at his joking attempt at flirting. It was a joke.. right?

"Ha-ha." You say because of that, though he just widens his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Hey I'm serious!" He offers, leaning a bit closer. "I could take you home every night- and if I can't, someone of my pack could do the job instead."

"I- I'm probably not even gonna stay in the city for too long." You sigh, playing with the fluffy pom-pom ball attached to your bag. "I don't like it here very much.. it's too.. I don't know. I don't belong here.." You mumble.

"Maybe you've simply not seen the good parts of the city." He shrugs. "I could show you some."

"And by some you mean your bedroom?" You sigh, looking at him with a bit of an attitude- and he can't help but be intrigued by that little hint of spice you seem to have, underneath your pretty visuals and rather introverted appearance.

"If you'd like to visit, the door's always open for a pretty girl like you." he purrs, and at that, you clearly turn shy. "..And I don't ever open that door for anyone but myself, typically." He adds on, and at that, you look back at him, searching for the deeper meaning of that statement-

and you seem to find it, in the warmth of his eyes and the slight redness to his ears.

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"Have you ever been a backpack before?" Jungkook asks, as he waits outside of your apartment, one helmet on his bike and the other in his hand.

"Uh.. no-" you say, honestly never having heard the phrase.

"Would you like to try?" He asks, motioning towards his bike, holding out the helmet. "Got this one from a packmate. Should fit you." He says, black and grey tail wagging as you take it somewhat reluctantly. "And I'll drive extra careful too." He says, helping you put on the helmet properly before his hands adjust the strap under your chin.

"What if I fall off?" You worry, but he just laughs, putting on his own helmet. You notice that his hair seems freshly dyed- nor black.

"Not if you hold on to me." He explains, sitting on the bike after putting up the kickstand. "Hop on- I'll keep it stable." He reassures you, as you somewhat awkwardly climb onto the back of his bike. Only when his hands pull yours around his middle do you notice he's only really keeping you both and the bike stable with his feet alone.

And it makes you wonder how strong he might be.

"There we go. You'll figure things out as we go, trust me." He chuckles, small speakers in his head connected to his own too so you can talk properly. "Good to go?" Be asks, and you nod-

That is until his bike roars to life, and you instinctively cling onto him for dear life as he turns to drive off onto the main road.

He laughs. You're not sure what's so funny.

"Oh look at Jungkookies new passenger princess!" Someone jokes suddenly over the speaker, and you look around just to find three people on bikes as well at the same red light.

"Nervous?" Another voice asks, and Jungkook growls a little in front of you.

"You're making her nervous, hyung!" He complains, making the stranger's laugh. "Don't worry, they just want to mess with me.." he mumbles towards you, hand squeezing yours for a little in comfort.

"Yeah of course, after all Jungkook's finally all grown up!" The first voice laughs. "Finally up for an actual relationship now, fuckboy?" He asks, and at that, you grow a bit nervous.

Fuckboy? Relationship?

Just who is Jungkook really? You've got no idea. Sure, you've texted over the past few days, but you basically know nothing about him. He could just try and get into your pants, maybe that's his whole thing- maybe he likes them innocent and stupid to have a quick fuck and then drop them again. With looks like his that must be easy.

You're easy.

"Please don't listen to them, they're just assholes-" He tries to explain as the light finally turns green, but you're quiet, and Jungkook has a feeling that something's wrong. "You okay?" He asks occasionally, but you just nod and move on, not really up for talking anymore. He just wants to screw you anyways. Maybe he really is just a big city wolf down the line.

The scenery is nice, but you don't really feel like enjoying it too much as you just want to go home right away again. It's something you do- you hide from things, because confrontation just ends in you being at fault all the time. And maybe, this time, you are at fault.

You shouldn't just trust someone like that. You both barely know each other.

He parks at a gas station, turning off his bike in a more secluded parking area, before he takes off his helmet, and helps you take off yours too.

"What's wrong?" He asks, hair a bit wild, but eyes serious as they look at you, reflecting the light from the neon signs a little like mirrors.

"Nothing." You shrug, avoiding eye contact.

"He was just messing with me. They're always like that-" he tries to explain, and as you sigh, he knows that that's exactly what must've set you off. "Listen, I won't stand here and tell you I'm a church-going virgin because I'm not. Yeah, I fucked around, because sex is fun to me." He shrugs, and you're caught off guard at how boldly he says that. "But that doesn't mean I can't take things seriously." He offers, finally catching your gaze again. "And I want to take.. you seriously." He offers you, but you're not sure.

"...why?" You wonder. "Cause I'm pretty and innocent?" You jab at him. "Cause I'm the small town girl you can corrupt and then drop after you finally got into my pants?" You accuse. "Sucks to be you, I'm not a virgin anymore. I've had sex already, and for me it's not fun." You deny, crossing your arms almost defensively, though you quickly move your hands back on the bike as it moves slightly the moment he sits on it again, facing you however.

"I don't care about that." He tells you. "I won't lie that the corruption part isn't something appealing to me-" he chuckles, as he tests the waters, hands on your thighs not moving, just resting on the tops of them. "-But I'm not dropping you, if you ever let me have you." He purrs.

"What if I'm not ever letting you have me?" You respond, trying to act tough so he won't think you're easy.

"Then that's your choice." He nods.

"So if I say no right now, you'll leave me alone?" You ask.

"Depends on what you say no to." He shrugs leaning back a little, your legs feeling cold without his hands on them. "No to sex? Alright, we won't fuck then." He explains. "No to being with me? Cool, we'll just stay friends then." He goes on.

"No to me entirely?" He offers, eyes unreadable. "I'll accept that, and back off."

"That easy?" You ask a little caught off guard, and he nods. "So you're.. huh." You mumble to yourself, defeated. So he's not even up to put any effort in you. That's slightly disappointing, and honestly makes you feel a little ashamed even.

"So what is it?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I don't know." You answer honestly.

"Then how about I'll work for it?" He smirks, and you look at him now. "Let me take you out. Let's go on dates, I can take you to pack meet-up's so you can get to know those assholes better, hell, I'll even have you meet my mom if you want!" He excitedly proposes to you, tail wagging, hitting his bike occasionally. "Just- you seem really cool. Exactly what I've been searching for." He explains a bit softer now. "Let's try.. okay?" He asks.

"... okay." You answer, and at that his lips turn, part in a happy grin, before he gets up from the bike and punches the air once in his excitement before he returns.

"Okay!" He giggles to himself, helping you back into your helmet. "I know an awesome place to get some food-" he instantly rambles, kicking up the stand for his bike again before he drives off with you-

Eager to show you that he's the one for you.

[boiohboii]

Protective girl (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Inspires by @charles-eclair16 's fic

When fans go too far, yn wants to protect the one treasure in her life

or

in which we finally get to see the roles reversed

N.B: this is been in my drafts for so long, omg! Let me know what you guys think!! WARNING: not proof read, some swear words, might have messed up a date, don't focus on any dates mentioned, this is all fictional anyways. Hope you guys like it

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itsmeyn: charles always goes above and beyond for every single fan of his, he tries to take as many pictures and sign as many autographs as possible, but what happened last night was a fucking joke. He doesn't like what I'm writing cause he says that it was just a mistake and that it was fine, but it really isn't, it's so disrespectful and disgusting! He always wants to meet his fans and make them happy only to receive this insanity, him falling AND HURTING HIMSELF because some of you can't fucking wait and be organized like a human being! Charles isn't an animal in a zoo where you race to pet him! He is a human being, he is a son, a brother and a boyfriend! This wasn't just an accident, i have seen these 6 girls multiple times in multiple places! it's so obsessive and so so sick of you to follow him everywhere.... Charles won't speak up because he is Charles and he lives seeing the good in people, but I will tear everything and everyone for his safety, so for you 6 girls you will be hearing from court soon so better prepare a good lawyer you assholes!

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F1_updates_live: Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, YN LN, seen today arriving in front of the UK's courthouse in a red SF9 Ferarri. It had been quite a week for YN as she was seen hitting a fan after the said fan pushed Charles. YN took this fan and 5 others to court, no one knows on what bases but what has come out is that she has won the case which means that Charles and YN have restraining orders against the group.

username: OHH HEEEELLL YEAAAAAHH

username: yn doing God's work

username: yn serving justice

username: that's what we needed

username: hot girl shit

username: the car and suit combo is so fucking hot of her

username: I think this is too much, like these girls just wanted to see Charles

username: @.itsmeyn can we make them 7?

username: another one

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itsmeyn: don't blame me, love made me crazy

username: YN IS A FELLOW SWIFTIE?!?!?

username: if I had a nickel for everytime yn and I had something in common I'd have 2 nickels, which is not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

username: now I just want her to watch all the charles edits done with a taylor song

itsmeyn: who says i already don't 🌚

username: and I oop-

username: THIS IS THE SWEETEST AND CRINGIEST SHIT EVER!

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itsmeyn: congratulations to my baby, the love of my life, you deserve it and so much more ♥️♥️

username: FINALLY!!

username: idk how to react, ferarri has let us down too many times that all I know is lose

username: I don't see how he deserves it tbh, all of his results are shit for quite a while , he's only where he is cause he's driving a ferarri 🤷‍♂️

itsmeyn: oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the one in a formula one car, in a ferarri, that by the words of many professionals is at its worse era. I don't care about you and your opinion but don't state it as a fact, no one can do better with these strategies. I hate to keep saying this but when your own fucking team doesn't have the same dream as you it turns to shit. Even if charles is the only one in the car, it's still a team sport, not a one man sport. Fuck you and your tiny ass brain that can never survive one lap in a formula one car, it'll probably explode cause of all the bullshit in it before the first lap anyway. So next time you wanna talk shit maybe try to do fifth of who you're criticising is doing, I bet that'll shut you up real quick you dimwit.

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F1_updates_live: YN LN, Charles' long time girlfriend, seen today fighting Xavi in Bahrain due to his mistake on the radio which resulted in Charles losing his podium position.

username: good for her

username: charles is so lucky

username: I love how she always stands up for him

username: honestly, whenever charles or carlos ignore the strategies they win... I really wanna see more of that.

username: this is just Monaco 2024 GP all over again, yn was so fucking furious (rightfully so) cause Xavi's mistake costed charles a p1 in his home race.

username: this shit was so heartbreaking man

username: I think this was the first time we ever saw yn angry at sabotaging charles, like the most we saw was her holding his hand when crossing the street, making sure he eats first, playing with his hair when nervous, but I've never seen yn make someone literally cry until 2024 with Xavi being her victim

username: pffft, victim, he 100% deserved it

username: oh yeah, definitely. All my homes hate Xavi, like can you not say the strategy properly 😒

[mellowwillowy]

𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

Your lover is forced to work far away from you and they are just not having it! They should be breathing the same air as you and not be put far away! Alas, they don't have a choice but to finish this errand quick.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 is not having it. Being away from you for a long time for this silly field trip wannabe? Why must his loyal, mafia ass-shit client get himself into another trouble that requires him to work on-site, away from the house, away from you?

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 will actually make a manual on handling every possibility that he could think of happening to you and hand it to his men and the maids working. What to do if Spouse doesn't want to eat? What to do if Spouse is suddenly sick? What to do if Spouse is throwing tantrum-

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 bets that anyone who upset Spouse while he was away will have their fingers removed, the number of fingers removed depends on how fatal their mistake was although he was positive that his and this annoying Mafia Ringleader's men are trained enough to prevent that from happening.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 will get you some gifts, lots of gifts. Really, he's a simple man. Oh and if by chance you two manage to have children, they only get 1/10 what he gets for you. Cry about it, brats.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 will turn all explosive toward anyone who slows down his work, your average angry demanding boss except that he doesn't explode with illogical bullshits. Might accidentally smack Kaspar (the client) once right in his face out of fuming anger.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 who will be all clingy (rare, very rare) once he gets home because dude. He was away for some time, looking at all these mf faces that were not even you. Give him lots of cuddles, and kisses and just treat him like a puppy for today because he will return to normal again the next day, IT'S YOUR ONLY CHANCE.

"Woah, you get a lot for me, dear. How about I share some with the kids?" (If you have it) "Sure, but I doubt they can use any of it." Yulian replies nonchalantly as he watches you unwrap everything. He is a menace for purposely picking up stuff the kids won't be able to use (haha!).

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 gets all grumpy for it! Do they think it's fun having to trick you into allowing him to go on this shitty field trip? Ohhh come on now, you know he works as some sort of programmer or hacker, one that definitely doesn't need him to work ON SITE!!

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will have to force both of your friends (and his) to take care of you. As much as you all are close to each other, he is not a fan of letting them watch you in his stead. Sure, this close friend of yours is used to taking care of you, you once lived with him after all.

But the jealousy factor of not being able to manage everything is still there! And his childhood friend, she might have a bad influence on you for the month he is away! Sure, your friend will not allow that but he's just skeptical of everyone! He doesn't trust anyone but him holding the leash to your coll- ekhem, watching you.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will get all explosive, irrationally too. Not only toward people who slow his work down but to all his men. Trust me, it was hell for everyone. One wrong word and a punch will meet their face~

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will actually spare some time to get gifts for you and the others, of course, they only get a portion of what he gets for you. Will smile for once after a while at the thought of you unwrapping the presents eagerly and scare his men for a moment (Is boss finally losing it?)

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will try his best to come home unscratched. Work is tough, yes but seeing you chiding him in worry is tougher! The more bruised up he is, the harder it'll be for him to slip out like an eel next time!

"Are you seriously only giving us these after all the troubles we have, taking care of your little friend?!" "God, look at what he got for you, let's swap." "Nuh-uh, get lost, Lemon." Blue cackles at the sight of you beaming from the gifts he hand-picked for you. Ah right, the gifts for the others are picked by his men since he can't be bothered about it.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐇𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 is not a shady asshole like 𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 so no field trip.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 is rather indifferent about this. What can he do about this? Pass it and have people shoot him daggers from every angle for being irrational? Oh lol no, mon chèri. He values his life as much as he values yours.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 will station all his men to keep you safe and give everyone notice of 'whoever fucks up will have their head hung'. Effective enough to ensure the maids from doing anything dumb to you.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 is not as wary as Yulian but he is also not a lenient one as well. You get what the others get. Fuck around while he's away and find out what he has in store for you. Definitely not a pleasant one.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 will surprisingly get something for you though just one. Quality over quantity, he'll quote. He was just too busy and unbothered to get something for you out of no occasion going on. Besides, he could just get you some when he is more relaxed and not so on guard like this. Wouldn't want to get all bruised up or even dead just because he is in a hunt for presents!

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 is as normal as usual. No explosive behavior, this is his 'daily' work. He's used to being away from you and he is used to being absent from your presence. (Bro literally wait for you to awaken from your coma).

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 will smile at the sight of you unwrapping the said gift. He is content enough to see you awake and reacting to his gift, either with a scowl or a smile, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are awake to see what he has bought for you.

"You know, I've always wished you could at least wake up and see the mountain of gifts I had prepared for you. But then I realized, no mountain of surprises would ever wake you up so I dusted it all down as a log of firewood." "You are just making up that story so that I will feel romantic about being given just a TRINKET?" 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 looks away from you comically while you shake him hard. That said, he means every word of it. (Angst baby)

Note: I am rolling, why is everyone here so petty? Yulian to his (if he has) kids, Blue to Lemon and Grape while Eleanor just 👨🏻‍🦯

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Linger

SILCO X GN! READER X VANDER

SUMMARY: Being Silco and Vander shared favorite for years without every knowing, but somethings have to come to an end. WARNINGS/TAGS: Short Smut, Threesome, Gentle Sex (Vander), Rough Sex (Silco), Kissing, Blowjob, Double Penetration, Forehead Kisses

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

It was no secret to those around you that staying in the undercity forever wasn't in your future, or so you thought. Having met the two leaders long ago, forming a relationship with both, without their knowledge for years.

Only getting caught by plans overlapped; they came together, a rare sight itself. Confronting you yet reminding them never were you official, after all, that an agreement was made. Having what you called "meetings" with each of the men off and on, a trade, so to speak.

Happening for so long that you finally decided today was the day. Leaving the undercity was a big task, though you'd been planning for months. Already paying for a place and a new place to work starting a day after you settled in, all there was to do was enjoy your last day.

Walking through the streets for the last time, taking time to walk over to the last drop, entering the place taking in the smell while walking up the wooden steps.

Entering the cold office, meeting Silco's eyes first watching as he relaxed in his chair, running a hand over his hair as you striped.

Sitting atop the desk just in time for Vander to arrive, greeting you warmly before Silco started. Standing up, moving between your legs before attacking your lips, quickly pulling you off the desk and onto your knees.

Back into his chair, turning to allow space for Vander to take you from behind, knowing the drill, unbuttoning Silco's pants as Vander knelt, caressing your skin.

Pulling out his hardening cock, stroking it a few times before taking it in your mouth, making his pleasure known, moans echoing through the office. Hearing over them, Vander undoes his belt, taking out his cock, and rubs it against you.

Moaning on Silco's cock, making the man go crazy, holding a hand over your head, pushing down hard. Gagging only furthered his rough behavior, a stark contrast to Vander slowly entering you before thrusting with gentle hands holding your hips. Filled up in both ends, enjoying every moment with your boys, trying to forget it would be the last.

Feeling as Vander moved faster, fueling your moans, pushing Silco closer to cumming, using a free hand to play with the man's balls, sending him moreover.

All of it ended with Silco resting still in the office as you and Vander spooned on the couch. Carefully moving away, looking around for your clothes on the floor.

Glancing back to the couch, seeing Vander awake, struggling to come up with an excuse, he speaks, "Go, I'll make sure he doesn't know." He whispers, though still wanting to explain. He nods, knowing what you are doing.

Walking over, quietly planting a kiss on his forehead before getting dressed, finishing up, you go over to Silco, giving him the same goodbye. Opening the door looking back at a smiling Vander and sleeping Silco, knowing it'll hurt to miss them, but missing this opportunity would hurt more.

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Unhealthy Attachments pt.1

Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary Negan, your gym coach, takes pity on you after seeing the way your peers treat you. tags mentions of bullying/ mild bullying, second person pov (sorry lol this is old pls forgive me) note this is an old WIP that i'm choosing to post because i haven't had time to write anything new (I WILL EVENTUALLY, I PROMISE, BUT COLLEGE IS DRAINING MY FREE TIME). this is part one of a multi-part series, maybe it'll even evolve into a longfic, who knows. btw you guys will have to pry coach negan x student reader fics from my cold dead hands bc i loooove writing these.

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You stood lined up with the other students in your PE class, waiting to be chosen by the team captains for this class' soccer game. It didn't even phase you how every other student was picked before you, leaving you the last one standing until one unlucky captain had to pick you. That's just how things went, you were always the odd one out. Even now, everyone wore the usual school issued PE uniform of a t-shirt and shorts, while you had on the sweater and sweatpants version- in ninety degree weather. You were just honoring your father's, the town's local pastor, principles of modesty. Being the pastor's daughter felt isolating. Nobody invited you to things or wanted to be friends with you for fear that the indecencies of their typical teenage behavior would get back to their parents by way of the pastor; and of course he'd get that information from none other than you, his daughter. You never would, though. In middle school, you learned the hard way to not be such a narc, but by then it was too late and nobody trusted you or even wanted to be near you. 

 "Over here!" you shouted to your teammates, wanting them to pass you the ball. You had a perfect shot to the other team's goal. Like always, they ignored you, but it didn't matter because they scored anyway. You didn't give up on trying to be a team player, though. The gym coach, Negan, was watching the game closely and you wanted him to see that you cared and tried to put effort into his class. Maybe it was because he was the only person who ever paid you any attention, but the fear of letting the handsome man down weighed heavily on you. 

"Guys, I'm open!" you yelled. Your desperation to be a part of things was becoming so pathetic that Negan had to direct his focus elsewhere. Maybe it was by mistake, but the ball came rolling your way. Hope blossomed within you. It sounded silly, but you hoped that even something as little as you scoring a goal would make your class like you again. You kicked the ball, sending it flying to the opposing team's goal. It would have made it in if someone didn't intercept- someone from your own team, you notice- and kick it directly at you. You didn't have time to dodge it because it had already smacked you square in the face, knocking you over. You clutched your nose as you writhed on the floor in pain, salt being rubbed even further into your wound by the snickers of your classmates. 

 Negan blew his whistle and called a foul. He profanely scolded the students about their bad sportsmanship and lectured  them on treating their teammates fairly. He helped you up off the floor and led you to his office with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You sat in one of the chairs with your nose plugged up with tissues per Negan's orders after it started bleeding. It didn't seem broken, so he didn't deem your injury bad enough to send you to the nurse. 

"You can go back now," he told you once fresh blood stopped flowing from your nose between tissue changes. 

"Do I have to?" you asked with teary eyes. You were tired of all the bullying and just ready to graduate already. Your senior year was almost over and you were legally an adult, so why did you still have to put up with everyone else's childish behavior.

"You're all healed up. Don't see why you needa be in here any longer." It was obvious that he wanted you out of his office, probably feeling the same way your classmates felt about you. It shouldn't have surprised you, yet it stabbed you in the heart.  Your chin and lips quivered as you blinked back the tears burning in your eyes. 

"C-can I just stay in here?" you cringed at the way your voice cracked. He rolled his eyes and sighed. 

"Just because your sucky ass team is losing doesn't mean you can hide out here and skip class." 

"That's not why!" you pleaded. 

"Then why?" he asked. 

"Everybody hates me!" You couldn't keep it together after finally saying it out loud. You sobbed like a baby, tears streaming down your face and snot dripping from your nose. You were ugly crying but you didn't even care, it wasn't like you had anyone else's respect to lose. Negan got up and closed the door in an attempt to save you some dignity. Your breathing became short and rapid as your bawling made it difficult to take in oxygen. 

"Teenagers are so goddamn hormonal and dramatic. Nobody hates you, kid," he said disinterested. 

"E-even you d-d-do!" you choked out before going back to wailing. He felt bad for you. He saw the way others treated you and it made him feel worse seeing you long for the acceptance of people who rejected you and took pleasure in your pain. But that's high school for you.

"What makes you think I hate you?" he asked, genuinely curious. He didn't hate you, not even close. He just couldn't stand seeing you walking around like a kicked puppy-dog, it was pitiful. You tried to explain your reasoning, but everything that came out of your mouth was an incoherent blubbering, stuttering, and hyperventilating. He pulled you up from the chair and cradled you in his chest, just letting you sob into his sweater. He hushed you and rubbed your back in soothing circles. It was the best he could do, he knew his words sure as hell couldn't offer the comfort he wanted to give you. Your sobbing eventually calmed into small hiccups and occasional sniffles. 

"Why does everyone hate me?" you whispered. He wanted to tell you that they didn't and that's just how high schoolers are, but he didn't want to lie to you. 

"You're almost outta this goddamn shit hole, kid. Jus' keep your head held up high and finish the year off strong." He clapped a strong hand on your shoulder for added reassurance. You gave him a small smile before trudging out of his classroom and to the locker room now that the class was over.

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 Negan comforting you in his office that day made you feel like he was a safe space. He seemed to be the only person who cared, or bothered to do anything about how others treated you, even if it was just the bare minimum, you felt it was better than nothing. 

"Coach," you muttered shyly, standing outside his open office door in the gym. He glanced up at you from whatever work he was doing and immediately sighed. It was a miracle to him that you were oblivious as to why people bullied you. Here you were, dressed so matronly in a long floral skirt that resembled an old woman’s wallpaper and an awful knitted sweater. He knew you were a pastor’s daughter, but did you really need to dress the part. 

“What do you need, kid?” He asked, focusing on his work again. “Can I eat lunch in here?” 

“Why? The bathroom crowded or somethin’?” He joked. When you nodded your head yes, he immediately felt guilty. He motioned with his hand for you to sit in one of the chairs before his desk. You happily took a seat before offering him half of your sandwich. 

“It’s turkey,” you said when he looked at you strangely. He accepted the half and ate it while he worked and you sat in silence enjoying the change of scenery. 

“You don’t actually eat lunch in the bathroom, do you?” He asked. 

“There’s nowhere else for me to sit,” you admitted shamefully. 

“That is  fuckin’ disgusting!” You shrugged your shoulders and went back to your sandwich, embarrassed to let Negan see how pathetic your life really was. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“Look, if you have nowhere else to sit, you can eat lunch in here.” You visibly perked up, a your face splitting into a joyous smile. 

“Really?” 

“Don’t make me fuckin’ regret it.”

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