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itneverendshere · 2 months ago

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Could you please write btchy!pogue where shes the one whos jealous this time and rafe savors the moment.

don't like the way she's looking - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x raf

the cut had a party tonight, like most summer nights.

the music was loud enough to shake the ground, beer kegs were getting drained faster than anyone could fill them, and people packed into the yard like sardines.

it wasn’t fancy, but that was the point, pogue parties weren’t about appearances, you showed up, you drank, you made some bad decisions under the string lights, and you went home.

it wasn’t your favorite kind of night, but rafe had convinced you to come out, promising it’d just be a chill hangout. he lied.

instead of spending the night with you, he’s currently perched by his truck, surrounded by a rotating cast of pogues. you’re leaning against a beat-up picnic table, a half-warm beer in your hand, keeping one eye on rafe while he did his thing.

by “his thing,” you mean selling weed to every pogue with a crumpled-up twenty and a dream.

to his credit, this is probably his best hustle yet.

rafe cameron, reformed asshole, and your probationary boyfriend, has somehow turned himself into the cut’s go-to dealer. it’s a whole thing, people like him now, which is fine.

good for him, whatever, but some people like him a little too much.

case in point? the girl currently throwing herself at him like a damn frisbee. you clocked her the second she strutted over.

she wasn’t subtle about it, either—crop top hanging so low she might as well not have bothered, denim shorts so short they were illegal in some states. she’s leaning against his truck, like she’s in some fuck ass music video, her body language loud and clear. it’s the hand on his arm that does it for you.

that, and her laugh.

jesus, her laugh. high-pitched and fake, like a dying bird trying to flirt.

you’ve been rolling your eyes from the second she started talking, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

“you’re really good at this whole business thing, huh? bet you’re good at lots of things.”

you gag audibly from your spot, but of course, she doesn’t hear you.

rafe, for his part, looks mildly amused but doesn’t say anything. still, you stay put, you’re not here to play babysitter. he’s not that stupid—he’ll shut her down.

he better.

her next move is placing her hand on his arm. on. his. arm.

like she isn’t aware that his girlfriend is sitting fifteen feet away, the audacity. she’s batting her lashes and laughing at something he says like he’s the funniest guy alive, and you can see his shoulders stiffen, the slight step back he takes when she puts her hands on him.

“so, like,” she giggles, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, “what if i can’t, you know... pay in cash? ’m sure we could work something else out?”

rafe’s reaction is immediate, “i have a girlfriend.”

“oh,” her pout deepens. “that’s fine. she doesn’t have to know.”

at that, he laughs—an incredulous, slightly panicked laugh, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “yeah, see, that’s not gonna work for me.”

she doesn’t take the hint.

instead, she tilts her head, giving him what you’re sure she thinks it’s a seductive look. “c'mon, rafe. it’s just a little fun, bet she wouldn’t even care.”

you freeze mid-sip of your beer, brain short-circuiting.

you slam it down on the table so hard it splashes everywhere, your vision zeroing in on her like a predator spotting prey. you’re halfway across the yard before you realize you’re moving.

oh, you care, you care a lot.

rafe’s already holding his hands up like he’s trying to ward her off. “don’t know what you think is happening here, but it’s not. i’m not interested.”

“not interested in me?” she asks, like the idea is physically painful.

“correct,” you announce loudly, “he’s not interested. crazy, right?”

she squares her shoulders and glares at you. “who are you?”

“hi, i’m the girlfriend” you shoot back, “just wondering if you’re planning on embarrassing yourself any more tonight or if that’s it?”

rafe rubs the back of his neck, looking between amused and mildly terrified, “baby—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me, cameron,” you snap, shooting him a glare before turning your attention back to the girl. she’s still standing there, trying to figure out if she should fight or flight.

smart money would’ve been on flight, but apparently, she’s the stubborn type.

she smirks, seemingly not the least bit fazed by you. “pogues share.”

“how about i share this fist with your face? that sound good to you?”

she whips around, her fake-confident expression faltering “uh, excuse me?”

“you heard me,” you only stop a foot from her. your hands are on your hips, ready to pounce if she even thinks about mouthing off one more time. “can’t you take a fucking hint, or are you just dumb?”

“i didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” she rolls her eyes.

“everyone here knows he’s with me, you just thought you’d try it anyway, didn’t you?”

“it’s not that deep,” she shrugs, her voice going fake casual. “it’s just rafe. pogues share—what’s the big deal? you’re overreacting.”

rafe winces, stepping back as if to give you space to handle it. good, he knew better than to get in your way.

“you wanna find out how much more i can react? i’m feeling real generous tonight.”

her mouth opens to say something even dumber, but you’re already pouncing , not even thinking—your body just reacts.

“whoa, whoa, whoa!” rafe’s arms are suddenly around you, yanking you before you can do any real damage “okay, we’re going home.”

“i’ll punch you too,” you hiss, squirming in his grip. “let me hit her.”

he only holds you tighter against his chest when you try to kick out at her. “baby, come on.”

“this bitch said pogues share!’” you cram your neck to glare at her over rafe’s shoulder. “i just wanna share some sense with her.”

she’s already backing away, her hands up in surrender, “okay, whatever, no dick is worth dealing with a crazy bitch. ’m leaving!” she snaps, turning on her heel.

rafe’s grip lightens up slightly, thinking this is enough to calm you down, but unfortunately for him, you take it as a chance to get what you want. as soon as he lets you lose, you take one giant step forward and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her back just as she tries to escape.

"get your ass back here," you growl, tugging her head back.

“jesus christ,” rafe’s eyes widen and he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind once again, pulling you back. “baby, let her go!”

she lets out a surprised squeal, trying to pull away, but you’ve got a grip on her so tight she can’t. “what the hell is wrong with you?!” she screeches, hands desperately trying to pry your fingers from her hair.

“okay, you’ve made your point,” he chuckles despite the situation, “let go of her hair.”

you release her, but not without one last, satisfying shove to her back. she stumbles, glaring at you over her shoulder with her hand pressed to her scalp.

“keep your hands to yourself next time,” you warn with a sneer.

she glares at you, and opens her mouth like she’s about to start some more shit—but then she seems to think better of it. with a huff, she turns on her heel and stalks off, her footsteps retreating into the crowd.

rafe stands there, rubbing his neck nervously as he watches her go. “you’re gonna get arrested one day, y’know that, right?”

you look up at him, eyebrow raised, a smirk curling at the corner of your lips. “and you’re gonna get your balls ripped off and be single for the rest of your life. how’s that sound?”

his mouth falls open as he stares at you.

“what? i’m innocent! i didn’t do shit. you just went wwe smackdown on her. i was standing there, minding my business.”

“minding your business while she was all over you?” you challenge, “she was practically trying to crawl inside your skin.”

“told her i wasn’t interested!” he defends, throwing his hands up. “even used the line— i have a girlfriend! that’s...the ultimate force field!”

you snort, crossing your arms. “she walked right through it like it wasn’t even there.”

rafe sighs dramatically, stepping closer, his voice dropping, that little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, “gotta admit, that was kinda hot.”

you narrow your eyes at him, trying not to let his charm sway you. “hot?”

“yeah,” he grins, “watching you go full psycho really does something for me.”

you can feel your lips twitching upward despite yourself. “you’re such a fuckin’ loser.”

“am i wrong, though?” he teases, slipping his arms around you, his lips tickling your ear as he adds, “never felt more horny—or scared—in my life.”

you huff a laugh, shoving at his chest playfully, “stop trying to make me laugh, i’m mad at you.”

“you’re mad at me?” he leans in impossibly closer, pulling you flush against him.

“rafe—” you start, but he’s already tilting his head, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

“mm, y’know,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “i like you mad. all fired up, it’s sexy.”

“don’t even,” you warn, hoping you sound firm, but it’s hard to when he’s trailing slow kisses down your neck, the press of his mouth sending shivers straight to your toes.

he doesn’t stop, of course. his kisses get sloppier, his lips parting so his tongue can flick against the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“can’t help it,” he groans in between his work, nipping at your skin. “my girl’s too fucking hot.”

your hands come up to push at his chest, but they end up curling into his shirt instead. “i’m so fucking serious. you can’t sweet-talk your way out of this.”

“m’not sweet-talking,” he slurs, teeth grazing your skin, followed by the soothing heat of his tongue, and you gasp despite yourself. “just... appreciating you. can’t a guy admire his girlfriend after she defended his honor?” he bites down and then sucks at the spot until you’re squirming in his arms. “got me so gone for you, shit, it’s embarrassing.”

“good,” you mutter stubbornly, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

he practically purrs at the contact, his lips dragging down to your collarbone. “you’ve ruined me, y’know that? can’t even look at another girl.”

you laugh, your grip tightening in his hair. “keep talking, cameron. see how far that gets you.”

he grins against your skin, his teeth scraping lightly before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. his hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you up like you weigh nothing and setting you on the edge of the picnic table.

“guess i’ll just have to show you instead.”

"rafe cameron," you start, intending to scold him, but your words stop in your throat as he steps between your legs.

“now you’re quiet,” he’s leaning in so close his nose brushes against yours. “where’d all that fire go, mm?”

your glare is half-hearted at best. “don’t push your luck, you’re still on probation, asshole.”

he hums thoughtfully, his hands sliding up your legs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. “not luck, baby. skill.”

“you’re so fucking insufferable,” you mutter, but your hands betray you, slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay across his warm skin.

his abs tense under your touch, and you relish the reaction, how his breath hitches as you dig your nails in just a little.

“irresistible,” he counters, his voice rough. his lips hover over yours, daring you to close the gap, but he doesn’t make the first move.

he waits, his eyes locked on yours, the faintest flicker of a challenge in his pretty blue eyes. two can play that game, matter of fact, you know you’ll win.

you pull back, smirking as you trace your fingers over the waistband of his jeans, “that’s pushing it, don’t you think?”

he exhales a chuckle through his nose, his hands moving to your waist, tugging you closer. “you’re so fucking stubborn.”

“me?” you scoff, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric of his jeans, making his tighten, his smirk faltering enough to make you feel victorious.

“yeah,” he repeats, though his voice is strained now. “practically begging me to fuck you here.”

“please.” you tilt your head, your lips grazing his jaw, “you’re the one begging.”

rafe’s laugh is low and throaty, a sound that sends a thrill to your core. his control visibly slips as you trail your lips down the line of his jaw, peppering kisses that grow increasingly slower, more deliberate.

his sharp exhale and the way his grip on your hips drops for half a second tell you everything you need to know.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, his forehead dropping against your shoulder for a moment.

you grin, pleased with yourself, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

“don’t sound too surprised.”

he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it, but he can’t seem to stop staring at you. “god, i hate you sometimes,” he breathes out, his lips quirking up into a smirk that betrays his words.

“funny,” you retort, fingers sliding back into his hair to tug lightly. “don’t believe you.”

his jaw tightens at the sensation, a groan slipping past his lips before he catches it.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says again, but his mouth is already back on you, a bruising kiss that steals every smart-ass remark you had locked and loaded.

your mouths move together with instinct, and when his tongue flicks against your lower lip, you don’t hesitate, opening up for him. he groans low in his throat as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, curling against yours, slick and overwhelming in the best way.

it’s messy and unrestrained, the kind of kiss that leaves you dizzy and drenched.

rafe’s lips leave yours only for a second, his teeth tugging lightly at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to let it drag between his teeth, his eyes locked on yours, all dark with something feral.

you don’t let him stay in control for long, your hands tighten in his hair, tugging him back to you, and this time it’s your tongue that takes over, sliding against his in a way that has him moaning like a bitch in heat into your mouth. he sucks on it lightly, the sensation only making your panties stick harder to you, and you press closer to him, your legs tightening around his waist, looking for some kind of friction.

when he pulls back, both of you gasping for air, his lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes glazed over with that unmistakable lust.

a string of spit still connects your mouths, and you watch, entranced, as he swipes his tongue across his lips, catching it before smirking at you.

“you kiss me like that again,” he murmurs, “’m not responsible for what happens next.”

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pboogerswbb · 1 month ago

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TOO LOST IN YOU - part IX

Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc

Warnings: emotional rollercoaster-ish? p having her last game :( SMUT (handcuffs...)

Wordcount: 11.9K

A/N: this is it, the final chapter. i know it's incredibly long but people voted to have a longer chapter instead of two parts so this is what i did. i genuinely can not thank every person who has read/liked/reposted this series enough - i never thought so many people would show so much love for what i've written and it genuinely moves me as a writer. i'm feeling surprisingly emotional letting go of Valerie and Paige, but i know the time has come. expect an epilogue eventually, but also tune in for my next series So It Goes, which will be a much longer project! anyways genuinely, ty from the bottom of my heart, i'm grateful for each and every person reading this <3 ALSO HAPPY GAME DAY WE BETTER DUNK ON ND IDC

“Shot clock at four, Chen to Bueckers,”

The four seconds somehow feel closer to a minute, time slowing down around me, people moving in slow motion as I step back and get settled behind the three point line. With a flick of my wrist I let the ball fly.

“Bueckers for three…”

My eyes follow the ball as it soars in an angle, silently praying it’s the correct one I had practiced over and over as it starts coming down. I barely hear the crowd roaring, everyone on their feet. This was our last chance and it was all up to me. What could be my final game in this uniform, with these people I loved could be over in a matter of seconds. I let the gratitude wash over me. If this is it then I’m incredibly blessed, but please God, don’t let this be it.

Like instant gratification for my faith, with a swish the ball slips through the net, the buzzer going off, barely audible over the uproar of the crowd deafening me.

“GOT IT! Bueckers brings Huskies to a two point lead, taking them to the final four!”

The waves of relief and adrenaline fill me from head to toe when my teammates run to me, all of us jumping up and down. Clammy hands are grabbing me everywhere, squeezing my shoulder and ruffling my hair. We did it, the National Championship barely out of our reach now.

“Thank God!” I sigh in relief, looking up to the sky in a silent prayer. I’m interrupted as the girls around chant “BDB, BDB” over and over, all circling me with excitement. I feel overjoyed, all the sacrifices, challenges I’d been through were worth this moment. I feel my eyes well up as I take it all in, the girls laughing with joy all around me, the crowd cheering louder than ever before this season, and Coach walking to me and patting my shoulder. That’s all I needed to know what he meant. I made him proud. The moment is nearly perfect, only one person missing to make it complete.

“BABE??” Valerie’s voice comes through the phone harshly, speaking loud over a chattering crowd of people.

“Why are we yelling?” I chuckle, leaning my back against the changing room wall, cold on my sweaty back.

“BABY THAT WAS INSANE!” She says, voice excited. “I’M AT TED’S SO I CAN’T REALLY HEAR YOU.”

“I’m so happy but fuck I miss you ma-”

“Wait Paige you there?!” She speaks over me, clearly not hearing a word.

“Val can you hear me?”

“P? You there?”

The beeps stop me, the call over before it even began. Rubbing my jaw I feel a twinge in my chest. All I wanted right now was her, the lost connection only reminding me more of the distance between us. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful in my body to be so far away from her.

the connections bad ):

paige i’m so fucking proud of you, you should’ve seen me i was jumping up and down

That’s okay ma. Wish I seen it too.

Wish u were here

It was selfish of me, in fact I had been the one to tell Valerie not to come watch us play. Last time she watched me, I’d been a mess. I couldn’t risk being distracted this time.

I had found my groove quickly, the fine line between being Paige Buckets and girlfriend Paige. A lot of it was due to Valerie’s surprising patience with me while I figured all this out. Somehow it made me better on the court too - I never found myself pretending to be someone else anymore. However, having my girl in the crowd watching me, cheering me on, well that was a different subject. I couldn’t help but fear that her presence would have me messing up, getting unfocused. And now wasn’t the time to test the waters. So I had told her to stay home.

Valerie wanted anything but that, her mouth quickly turning into a frown as I told her no. But after some arguing back and forth I sweet talked her out of it.

“I thought you’d want me there,” her words still echoed in my head. As much as it pained me to admit, Valerie was right. Now that it was all done, all I wanted was my girl on my arm.

told you

Call me when u get home?

are you tryna get rid of me?

Never

good

My voice is slurred as I lock myself in the bathroom, hands clumsily handling the lock before I coo into the phone.

“Babyyyy,”

“Paige, are you drunk?” Valerie chuckles. I nod as if the girl on the phone could see me. After we won the drinks had been flowing, me and the girls locking ourselves into one of the hotel rooms and sharing a bottle of Tito’s. It wasn’t necessarily allowed but Geno and CD were usually good sports about it, turning their backs and letting us do what kids in college did.

“Perhaps,” I giggle, which makes the girl on the phone let out a bright laugh.

“You’re really milking that Unrivaled ad huh? Never heard you say that word in my life before that,” she teases.

“Are you tryna say I’m bad with words? What about ‘work tour’ and ‘I did all I could so God could do all I can’t’? Now those went hard.”

“Paige I’ve seen the folder on your phone full of lil things like that for you to say. You’re not that slick,” Valerie laughs into the phone. She was right of course. I wasn’t that slick. I might’ve been embarrassed by the way I’d been exposed, but I simply couldn’t. Hearing her voice, even when insulting me, had me weak in the knees.

“I love you,” I sigh into the phone, leaning against the cold marble of the bathroom sink.

“I love you too, P. I meant what I said earlier. I’m so fucking proud of you,” she murmurs, voice turning softer like it always did when she was telling me something important.

Grinning to myself a sinister thought flashes across my mind, which I would usually keep to myself but the alcohol in my blood had me feeling bold.

“Whatchu wearing ma?”

Valerie scoffs and giggles into the phone, “Bro chill!”

“C’mon Val I won big today and I miss my girl,” I whine, the foolproof method to get the brunette to bend to my will working this time too.

“Well I just got in bed,” she murmurs, I hear her shifting. “Just in that T-shirt you left and panties.”

For a moment I close my eyes imagining her, smooth legs sprawled over the blanket, bare tits so easy to expose just by pulling that damn shirt off.

“What kinda panties?” I ask, my voice now hoarse and deeper than before.

“You’re not with the girls still?” Val asks but I’m quick to answer, impatient for the detail I had asked for.

“I’m alone, I’m in the bathroom in my room. What kinda panties?”

The phone catches the heavy sigh Valerie lets out, a sign of her own arousal growing, caused by the urgency, sheer need in my voice.

“Red ones, the lace ones with the bows?”

I cuss under my breath, pressing my thighs together, eyes still closed envisioning my girl.

“Take the shirt off,” I command, Valerie shifting to pull the top off.

“It’s off,” she whispers, her voice breathy with need.

Biting my lip I throw my head back, desperate for her. “Can you show me ma?”

She doesn’t hesitate, less than a minute later a notification comes through. Fumbling with my phone I finally get the picture open, letting out an audible groan. It’s my girl lying on her back, back arching so her breasts are perked up, the bows of the red panties decorating her body, thick thighs pressing together deliciously. I can’t help but drag my hand into my sweatpants, sliding it beneath my boxers to find some sort of relief to my need.

“Fuck ma you’re so sexy,” I groan, my fingers swirling in my folds, making my knees shake. “You should- ah shit, you should play with yourself.”

“Yeah?” she asks so innocently I nearly come.

“Yea baby, I am.”

Suddenly I hear her gasping, which only makes me groan more. The adrenaline of the game, the post win euphoria and the need for my girl had made me soaked and the picture was only spurring me on.

“Tell me how wet that pussy is,” I whimper into the phone, the sounds of Valerie’s moans turning me on even more. The marble is cold against my lower back, but I’m only paying attention to the sounds filling my ear, and the way my fingertips rub against my clit, getting me to the edge quickly.

“So- so wet P, all for you,” she whines.

“Need you to finger yourself baby,” I order, squeezing my eyes shut, lost in the memory of how her cunt felt squeezing my fingers. “Imagine it’s me.”

The girl lets out a sharp inhale, and I know she’s working herself close to the edge.

“Fuck a dub, you’re my prize,” I murmur into the phone, trying to control my moans. My words are only encouraging the brunette, making her moan louder.

“Baby, need you here so bad,” she cries out, voice turning more high pitched. I let my head lull back as I rub my clit in sloppy circles, feeling myself teetering the edge.

“I know baby, ‘m right here,” I breathe heavily, feeling my slick cover my fingers. “I’m not gon’ last long Val.”

Hearing that does it, her moans turning desperate in that familiar way - she was there too.

“P I’m gonna come!”

“Shit baby, come on,” I let out a groan, my fingers quickly working me over the edge as I listen to Valerie’s moans on the phone. Waves of pleasure wash over me as I grip the sink behind me, watching the picture of Valerie nearly naked on my screen. I lucked out.

“Oh fuck,” Valerie breathes into the phone as she comes down, my own legs still shaking from the climax.

“I know,” I exhale and pull my hand out of my pants, allowing some space for both of us to calm down. Now that I was feeling more sober it really hit me hard, the distance. All I wanted was to wrap my arms around her and inhale the scent of her hair, feel her body molding into mine. I know Valerie feels it too when I hear her speak.

“Can’t believe you’re moving to Dallas soon,” she murmurs quietly, her voice small.

We had been tactically avoiding the conversation, both of us having the same fears of how the discussion might go. Long-distance was hard for anyone, but I barely knew how to be in a relationship. In only the last week or so we had ran into many issues mostly caused by me and my lack of communication skills. I was learning fast and I wanted to for her - but the weight of the future felt heavy on my chest and doubt was starting to creep in. Not all the time, but in moments like this. When I saw a glimpse of what might lie ahead of us. Many nights like these.

I had grown enough to know that this wasn’t the time to have that discussion though.

“Hey maybe I’ll get drafted to the Sparks, we don’t know yet,” I joke trying to lighten the mood, as if that was any better. Well for me it was, I wouldn’t have to live in fuck ass Dallas.

“Mhm,” she mumbles and I could tell from her voice reality was hitting her quick. Last thing I wanted was for her to be upset, so I try to steer the conversation once more.

“I’m so excited for this date I got planned baby, you’re gon love it,” I murmur into the phone washing my hands. Her tone shifts, now slightly lighter.

“It better be good, I’ve been waiting,” she jokes and I let out a sigh of relief knowing the difficult conversation could be pushed off to another day.

“Oh trust, it will be.”

I check my hair one more time, my brunette locks in a perfect blowout when there’s a faint knock on the door.

“Valerie! It’s for you I think,” my roomie Amy shouts. I quickly grab a sweater to throw over the black long bodycon dress I was wearing in case it got cold, taking my purse to go open the door. I could feel excitement swirling in my gut for our first date. Giddy like a child on Christmas morning I tiptoe to the door, my roomies all whistling at how good the dress made my ass look - which was precisely the reason I wore it.

Opening the door I’m met with a huge bouquet of deep red roses before I even see the blonde holding them. Gasping I grab the flowers, burying my nose in and inhaling.

“Oh my Goooood,” I gleam, letting the floral scent fill my nostrils. Finally lifting my gaze I see Paige, with a stupid wide grin on her face watching me, looking fine as hell as usual. Her blonde hair is slicked back in a bun, wearing black cargos and a white long sleeve, diamond studs decorating her ears and a chain with the number 5 hanging off her neck.

“You look so good,” I gasp and throw myself at the blonde, wrapping my arms around her dramatically and kissing her. She chuckles but kisses me back, but when she sees my outfit her face falls.

“Val, the dress…”

I immediately frown, feeling self-conscious. “Oh… you don’t like it?”

“Oh God no I love it, wanna take it off you right now,” she says her voice low and quiet so my roommates don’t overhear. “But you’re gon’ get cold baby.”

“Well you didn’t tell me what to dress for,” I say slightly annoyed, still holding the bouquet. If she wanted me to dress a certain way she could’ve let me know. I was trying to give Paige the benefit of the doubt. She wasn’t used to any of this, real dates, a real girlfriend.

“You right that’s my bad,” Paige murmurs, scratching the back of her neck. “You should change into something a lil warmer tho. I’ll put the flowers in a vase for you ma.”

“Fine.”

With a defiant groan I march into my room, leaving Paige to chat with my roommates, Amy and Layla. Neither the biggest fans of the basketball star after seeing the rollercoaster she put me through since we met. I knew they were still suspicious. I was just hoping Paige’s charms could win them over.

Taking off my dress I stand in the carefully picked lingerie staring into my wardrobe. Suddenly the door opens, the tall blonde making her way in and whistling when her eyes fall on the purple set on my body.

“NO! You’re not supposed to see yet!” I yelp and try to cover up with a pillow - unsuccessfully. Laughing, Paige closes her eyes and walks over to me bumping into my desk until her stretched out hands land on my ass.

“Well hello,” she grins, wiggling her brows, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Paige!! Stop!” I complain, though I liked the way her hands were feeling me up everywhere.

“Hey! I’m not lookin at least, gimme something,” she says and stands behind me, her hands snaking around to squeeze both my breasts, making me both flustered and giggly.

“Okay I gotta get dressed P or we’ll never get out,” I chuckle and grab a pair of white cargos and a black and white striped sweater to put on.

“Fineeeee,” the girl groans and plops herself down onto my bed, still with her eyes closed. Once the clothes are on I walk over to her, standing in between her legs as I lean down and kiss her cheek. Her blue eyes open, sparkling when she sees me.

“You look perfect,” she hums, shoving her hands in my back pockets to feel my ass up.

“Well that dress would’ve been nicer,” I murmur, still a little annoyed. Paige, rolling her eyes, stands up and walks me out the door by my shoulders.

“Well now you won’t be bitchin’ about being cold and shit,” she says.

I had no idea what Paige had planned, but she had been acting all sly about the plans the entire week. It had grown so irritating I almost wanted to tell her off for it, but I knew it was her way of showing she was excited which in turn excited me as well.

The air is surprisingly warm despite the grey overcast caused by the cloudy sky as we head out. Paige opens the door to the passenger seat of her Jeep for me, quickly walking over to the other side and climbing in.

“Sooo where are we going?” I ask, trying to peek into the backseat for any clues. Paige proudly grins as I lean back to find only water bottles, a couple of Nike shoe boxes and a basketball in there. Way to play into every stereotype.

“You’ll see Val,” she beams, her hand coming to rest on my thigh as she accelerates on the highway. “It’s like a little over an hour away.”

Knowing it would be pointless to pry, I stare at the scenery out the car window, enjoying the comfortable silence falling over me and Paige - a rare occasion considering her mouth was always going. I felt at ease, her presence wrapping me in a duvet of calm. Of course my fears were still there when it came to the girl next to me. It would take months of building trust and communication to let go of all that had happened between us. The thing was, we didn’t have months.

In fact a month was all we barely had left before Paige would be leaving for Dallas. Obviously it wasn’t official yet, not till the draft. But we both know what the future holds.

I look at Paige, her side profile outlined beautifully against the light shining in through the window behind her. My eyes roam the tip of her nose, the curve of her lips as she raps along to some song I wasn’t paying attention to. Paige had become a master at the art of evasion, the unmentioned topic heavy between me and her. Mentally I was beginning to prepare for the worst, to face the truth. We could barely stick by each other’s side the past few months and we lived on the same campus - how could we ever make it through long-distance while I finish my masters?

And what then? I pack my shit up and move to Dallas? Would Paige even want me there? She’s gonna meet so many new people, her whole life is about to change. Even if she wanted me now, I’m not so sure she’ll want me a year later. The idea was terrifying, causing a twist in my gut, us finally sorting our shit out just to have to give all this up. So I was just trying to soak in every moment I had with her, even if they were our last ones before the inevitable.

Eventually my eyes land on blue waves stretching across the horizon before us as Paige turns left into a parking lot. I feel excitement growing in my chest for what the girl might’ve planned, pushing away the thoughts of the inevitable end that was looming right in front of us.

“Isn’t it a lil cold for swimming?” I ask confused as Paige parks, my gaze taking in the waves crashing against the sand, only a few others walking along the coastline on the cloudy day. I had always found there to be something extremely serene about a grey day on the beach, the ocean smelled different, the humidity causing the air to grow heavy.

“We’re not going for a swim ma, I’m taking you on a picnic,” she grins and I can tell from the look on her face that she’s proud of this. Paige Bueckers, the All-American basketball star, the one I’d been begging to let me sleep over just a few months ago taking me on a picnic. My heart nearly bursts with affection and I don’t fight the urge to lean over and kiss her. The blonde smiles into the kiss, her lips fitting against mine just right.

As I reach for the door Paige slaps my hand away, the sting making me jump.

“Ow what the hell!”

“Don’t even think about it,” she says as she gets out and walks to the other side to pull the car door open for me.

“Ma’am,” she teases but I look at her, still rubbing my hand.

“That hurt y’know,” I mumble, it didn’t really but something about Paige made me play up my theatrics.

“I did what I had to, now stand the hell up,” she commands pulling me out.

“This isn’t my idea of romantic P,” I complain as she walks me to the trunk of the car by my arm and opens it. I immediately swallow my words when I see what’s inside - a checkered picnic blanket, pillows, a large picnic basket, a cooler and a small speaker.

“This better?” Paige asks, watching my face light up. I would never admit it but part of me thought she could never plan something like this, that it wasn’t her thing. I suppose I was wrong.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” I gasp and wrap my arms around her neck and jump, knowing Paige will catch me everytime. She holds me up in the air by my waist and lets me pepper kisses all along her face.

“You deserve it ma, you deserve a whole lot,” she murmurs into my ear before placing me down, hands rubbing up and down my back. “Would give you the whole world if I could.”

Her eyes are blue and sparkling as my gaze meets hers. I wanna pause the moment, stay there with her forever.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

Paige grabs all the heavy stuff insisting I grab the blanket and the pillow instead. Picking the perfect spot we set everything down, the blonde not letting me help the tiniest bit as she sets everything up for us. I inhale the salty air, humming as the scent fills my nostrils. The high-pitched screeches of seagulls echo across the waves and I step out of my shoes, letting the sand against my bare feet ground me.

“Aight, I think we’re set,” Paige says, setting open the picnic basket. Sitting down on the blanket I watch carefully as the blonde pulls out different foods. Chocolate covered strawberries, croissants and pastries - very elegant, very not Paige.

“How did you-?”

“I googled uh, romantic foods… and the girls thought this was a good idea,” she explains sheepishly, handing me a Coke from the cooler. “Is this lame?”

There’s genuine panic on her face and for the first time I notice a slight shake in her hands. Paige Bueckers was nervous. I could barely believe it.

“Paige I love it,” I reassure her but notice the way she’s chewing the insides of her cheeks, tapping her fingers against her Coke can. Without thinking I bring my hand to hers, our eyes meeting. “I mean it. I love this baby.”

She lets out a relieved exhale, a hesitant smile growing on her face. “I did good?”. Looking for praise, as always.

I nod. “Yes, P, you did good,” I grin and lean over to peck her cheek. Smirking, the blonde lifts her arm up to flex.

“Well yeah I knew that,” she rolls her eyes and I scoff when I feel a bead of water drip down my forehead.

Paige feels it too, her blue eyes darting to the sky. The clouds are turning dark above us at a rapid rate, an ominous sign telling us the date might end before it even starts.

“Did you check the weather before P?” I ask as more rain begins to fall down.

“Fuck…” Paige sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose in frustration telling me that she in fact didn’t.

I could tell that she was starting to feel discouraged, it was all a little hard for her - the relationship stuff. For me it was enough that she was trying, but that would never be enough for Paige. Always the winner.

“Maybe it’ll pass… it’s fine!” I assure her and grab a chocolate strawberry, trying to feed it to her. But all of a sudden the soft spring rain turns into a heavy downpour, my hair and clothes getting drenched in a matter of seconds, sticking to my skin. So much for the blowout I spent an hour on this morning.

“Forreal?!” Paige groans, blonde strands darkening from the rain.

“We should probably pack up P…” I carefully tell her, getting up and offering a hand to her. She’s looking defeated and frustrated, staring at the ground. With a heavy sigh she stands up without grabbing my hand, head nodding towards the parking lot.

“No, lemme. You get in the car so you don’t get wet,” she murmurs hopelessly, not meeting my gaze, clenching her hand into a fist.

“No I wanna help-”

“Valerie get in the damn car.”

I knew the blonde well enough to know there was no fighting her once she got like this, so I obey, grabbing the pillows and heading towards the car. I knew exactly what Paige was thinking - that perhaps this was a sign from God of what was to come, that we just weren’t meant to be doing any of this.

Then it hits me - an idea that might save this whole day. I empty the backseat and the trunk completely, placing everything neatly on the front seats (and wondering why she needed 3 basketballs in her car but… sure). After fiddling with the seats in the back I fold them flat, opening up plenty of space in the trunk. Grateful for the hoarding Paige had been practicing, I lay down some towels I found in her car and the slightly damp pillows, setting them up for us.

“Val I told you to get in, you’re gettin’ wet,” Paige lectures as she returns, quickly stopping in her tracks when she sees what I had done.

The back of Paige’s Jeep is laid out flat, the trunk open for a view of the beach stretched out along the horizon. It wasn’t what we had planned for, but I would be damned before I give up on this day.

“C’mon,” I tell the blonde as I climb in, sitting cross-legged as I watch her wordlessly follow. Both of us are soaked, hair dripping water and the fabric of our clothes cold and sticking to our skin. Nevertheless I was hellbent on making this work somehow.

Turning to Paige I smile proudly but she’s frowning, eyes locked on her own lap. She’s upset, not with me but herself.

“I’m so fucking bad at this Val,” she murmurs disappointedly. My heart aches for her, but also for me, terrified knowing the blonde didn’t like to do things she didn’t excel at - this being one of them. Maybe it was only a matter of time when she’d decide to give up on this. On us.

“Paige-”

“And then you fix everything, when I’m supposed to be the one taking you out. Fuck, Val, you should just be with someone who can actually do this shit,” she’s rambling on and I feel that fear growing with each defeated word she says.

“Paige! We’re supposed to be a team, sometimes you drop the ball and I pick it up, so when I drop it, it’s gonna be your turn, ok?” I tell her, my voice steady but stern. She meets my gaze, frowning and shaking her head.

“Ion got time to figure this all out before…” she sighs, a deep furrow in her brows, stopping herself before the painful words slip out. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“Really? Now you wanna have that conversation?” I ask annoyed. She couldn’t just let me fix the date, she just had to start talking about this now. If there was something she really wasn’t the master of it was time and place.

“Well we gotta talk it out at some point ma,” Paige says, her rising voice making me feel defensive.

“Alright so during our first date then? Now?!” I say, closing the picnic basket.

Paige lets out a bitter chuckle, throwing her head back. “This ain’t counting as a date, trust.”

“Why do you have to be like that? I’m tryna fix this and you do that? I don’t need any of this,” I say pointing to the picnic basket and the cooler and the beach. “Just needed you with me and I woulda been happy!”

“Well I figured it wasn’t enough for you before!”

I know exactly what she means. How I wanted her to myself when she had a roster full of girls, how I wanted more. But the way she said it was like I was selfish, like it was too much to want her to myself. Like she didn’t want the same.

It hurts. I go quiet, averting my gaze from her. I feel my eyes burn but don’t let the tears fall. I hear the girl in front of me take a deep sigh, rubbing her jaw.

“Shit… Val, I didn’t mean it like that…” she murmurs but I don’t pay attention.

“We should go back,” I sigh, defeated.

“No no no, baby please, lemme try again plea-”

“I want to go home.” I say sternly and climb out of the trunk. I could feel my heart breaking, now that I got a preview of what was to come once Paige left for Dallas. We would never survive it.

We drive home in silence, but not the easy, comfortable kind. The air inside the car is heavy with things left unsaid. Once we get to Storrs Paige walks me to my dorm, leaning into the door frame as I take off my shoes, eager to get out of the freezing cold clothes, sticking to my skin uncomfortably. The red roses sit pretty in a vase on my nightstand, reminding me of the excitement of earlier and how quickly it had fizzled out. Paige was one of the most resilient people I knew when it came to her sport - however that certainly wasn’t the case in her relationships. It was as if all her fight was reserved for basketball.

“Can I come in for a bit?” She asks carefully.

“I need to get outta these clothes and shower,” I mumble to the blonde. I was hoping she’d fight me, plead to let her in.

She exhales but doesn’t, that quick to give up on us.

“Okay.”

She’s chasing my gaze, but I can’t look at her. Reality was hitting me faster than I’d like and it was so much more painful than all those times Paige went and slept with another girl. Somehow this was way worse. I don’t know how to react without starting to cry - so I don’t react at all.

“Okay.”

Paige sighs and touches my arm just for a second.

“I love you, I’ll text you.”

“Okay P, love you too.”

With that she leaves, no kiss, no hug and she’s gone. Just like she will be in a month or so.

“You’re so stupid Paige,” Jana rolls her eyes and the other girls nod in agreement.

“Forreal you need like dating lessons or sumn,” Aubrey says, manspreading on the couch. I’m lying in the middle of the living room floor, retelling what happened just the other day with me and Valerie.

“I know how to date,” I scoff, throwing my arm over my face.

“No you know how to fuck, there’s a difference,” KK says and the girls hum, nodding their heads.

Azzi walks into the living room, holding a bottle of water, watching all of us gathered around me and my dramatics.

“What’s going on?” She questions, watching me sprawled out on the floor.

“Our BDB here started talking about the Dallas thing in the middle of their first date,” Kaitlyn shakes her head, making Azzi’s eyes widen.

“Girl… you’re an idiot.”

“That’s what I said,” Jana agrees. I groan and rub my face, I suppose they were right.

“That’s what I’m sayin’ tho, I dunno how to be in a relationship so how am I gonna do long-distance with anyone?” I ask, feeling dejected.

Aubrey throws a pillow on me but I was too tired to dodge, letting it land on me. “You’re so stupid.”

“What I’m saying,” Azzi hums, sitting on the edge of the couch. “You’re all about the fight and being resilient. You’ve been through so much shit and pushed through it but some relationship issues and you give up already?”

The words hit hard as I take them in. Because every single word was right. I was a fighter, a demon on the court at my best - so why wasn’t I fighting for me and Valerie.

“You love this girl right?” Aubrey asks, already knowing the answer.

“The most,” I admit, tilting my head to look at her.

“And she’s worth fighting for?”

Fuck yeah she was. More than anyone. I nod.

“Then what’s your problem?” KK asks.

Deep down I knew what my problem was. I was scared. Fucking terrified. I knew if I worked really hard for this and it all went down the drain, it would be the biggest pain of my life. But then again Valerie was worth that risk. I loved her with my whole existence, every cell in me burning for her. Letting her go without a fight might be the only thing that could hurt me more.

“You right,” I murmur and finally get up from the floor, checking the time. Her night shift had just started. “Anyone wanna go to Ted’s?”

The bar is crowded, the end of March bringing students from all over to spend the sunny spring day drinking and dancing. It’s pleasantly busy but not packed to the brim. Everytime I walk into Ted’s I’m brought back to the times I spent sitting in that one table by the corner, drinking Shirleys and watching over Valerie, begging that some sort of miracle would allow her to be mine. The way her mouth twisted into a smile each night I stepped in will forever be engraved in my mind.

To my surprise, I’m met with that same, familiar smile when our eyes meet. I thought she might be upset with me, but the way her perfect face lights up behind the bar makes me feel relieved.

She scurries to me from behind the bar counter, and hugs me tight. Without a care in the world I kiss her, not caring who might see, what the students watching might say behind our backs. Who cares, I’d be leaving in a bit anyway.

Valerie kisses me back, humming into my mouth clearly pleased about my affections. The smell of coconut enamors me, drawing me in.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmur against her in between desperate kisses.

“Forget it, just happy you’re here,” the girl sighs, her kisses filled with a similar urgency. Neither of us wanted to fight, not knowing these were our last moments in Storrs.

Her fingertips press into the back of my head, pulling me in closer when we’re rudely interrupted.

“I love you guys but Riri I need your help,” Natalie laughs, making drinks hurriedly.

We pull apart, her brown eyes twinkling in the low light. “Sorry Nat,” Valerie chuckles, giving me a smile that says everything’s okay. Hesitantly, we let go of each other, the girl returning to her job.

“So I think y’all are good,” KK laughs and the girls join in. I shrug, still feeling the tingle of her kiss on my lips. “Should we go sit?”

“You guys go, I’ll be there in a bit,” I wave the girls off, taking a seat on a stool by the bar. My eyes watch closely as Valerie works, taking in every movement. Her concentrated expression, the slightly clumsy way she handles the bottles because of how small her hands are. It all makes me love her more.

I sit there for 15 minutes, 30 minutes, then an hour has passed but I barely realise, living for the stolen glances and giggles between us. I could watch her forever. For the rest of my life.

“Do you come with the drink?” I overhear some guy, definitely shorter than me and younger, asks Valerie as she’s serving him. Immediately I let out an annoyed scoff, rolling my eyes.

“Unfortunately no,” Valerie chuckles in a friendly manner, fishing for tips. I feel myself growing more irritated, seeing the way this guy is eyeing my girl, the way his eyes lock on her chest in the white top. Now don’t get me wrong, I was the first person to understand why someone would ogle over Valerie - she always looked incredible. The way her work uniform of blue jeans and a white top hugged her body, the slight wave of her hair she hadn’t blow dried, the minimal makeup she wore to work, it all made her look so good I could’ve eaten her alive. But she was my Valerie, mine to look at, to flirt with.

“Damn, what if I tip well,” the guy continues, making me get up from my seat.

“Yoooo chill chill, not too much,” I say with slight irritation, finding to my pleasure that I am in fact taller than the guy as I walk up to him. His eyes flash with recognition as he takes me in, quickly backing down.

“Paige uhh,” he murmurs, lifting his hands up. “My bad, she your girl?”

“She is,” I glance over to Valerie who’s smiling at me.

“And she tips pretty well so…” Valerie adds, making the guy chuckle awkwardly. God I loved her. The guy is quick to back away.

“You can’t work here anymore,” I say jokingly, just meaning it the tiniest bit.

Valerie scoffs, giggling to herself. “Yeah then who’s gonna pay my rent?”

“I’ll pay for everything, I got that NIL deal ma.”

Paige has spent hours sitting on that one stool, shooing off one guy after another trying to hit on me.

“You gotta stop working here,” she repeated to me after the fifth guy had tried to take me home. Thankfully the moment the men saw Paige and realised who she was, they were quick to back off. I didn’t wanna find out what might happen if they didn’t.

“Alright Nat, you gonna be good for the night?” I ask as I take off my nametag, letting my long hair down, feeling it fall down my back.

“All good hun! Go home, have some fun with your lady,” she grins and I chuckle.

“Speaking of, where’s P?”

My eyes roam the crowd, the blonde not hard to find being one of the tallest women here. To my surprise she’s talking to a group of people - and not just any people. My best friends and roommates.

An unease takes over me, knowing that a conflict was likely to erupt unless my roomies could keep their mouths shut. I loved them dearly but once they disliked someone it was impossible to change their minds.

Taking hurried steps, preparing to diffuse the situation, to my surprise, everyone’s laughing, including Paige, telling some sort of story about when KK locked herself out of their dorm.

“What’s going on here?” I chuckle awkwardly, the blonde immediately wrapping her arm tightly around my waist and placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“We were thinking Paige should come to our next dinner party!” Layla says excitedly, clapping her hands together. Monthly dinner parties had become a tradition for us, the first weekend of each month dedicated to spending time together around a shared meal. It had become important, almost sacred. Warmth spreads in my chest thinking about how it was even a consideration to include my girlfriend.

“Ohh P’s gonna be in Tampa,” I realise, leaning my head against her side. “She’s got the final games then.”

“Aww no way,” some of my friends pout to my surprise, genuinely disappointed.

“Then Val can’t come either,” Paige says ruffling my hair. I smooth over it quickly, shooting her a confused look.

“You’re coming to Tampa too, right ma?” She asks.

It’s like my heart skips a beat when her words land. The image flashes in my head, of me getting to watch my girl dominate the court and bring home the Championship if God willing. The thought alone is enough to make me emotional.

There’s a stupid grin on my face when I turn to Paige.

“Are you sure because last time-”

“I was stupid last time, I need you there with me. I’ll sort out the flights and hotels and tickets and everything.”

And hearing her say that means nothing short of everything.

Be You. Be Great.

I repeat the words to myself over and over in my head, a silent prayer. I look at my reflection, the navy Uconn jersey on my body for the very last time. It almost felt too small on me, I knew realistically it wasn’t. But something about it felt like I was close to outgrowing it.

I remember my first game like it was yesterday, the way the jersey felt then, how it swallowed my lanky body. I was just a kid then, not that I felt like an adult now. But I did feel wiser. My arms and shoulders were bigger, filling out the jersey now. I was carrying my name and the number on my back for Uconn for the very last time.

“Paige…” Allie interrupts my thoughts, knocking on the wall next to me. Suddenly I’m back in the dressing rooms, in Tampa, and she’s watching me with a sly smile.

“Sup Allie,” I grin and wrap my arm around my freshie, wanting to savour every second of these last moments I got to spend with the girls as a Husky.

“Come with meeee,” Allie smiles, pushing me towards the cubbies where all the girls are in a half circle, smiling at me. A little creepy, I think to myself as she leaves me to stand in front of the team on my own.

“Uhhh is this when you kill me?” I ask with a grin, causing the girls to erupt into giggles.

“We got you something Paigey,” Ice smiles and walks up to me, handing me a small present, wrapped in purple paper. I feel my chest tightening as I hold the neatly wrapped box in my hands, slowly starting to unwrap it.

“HOLLUP HOLLUP!” KK suddenly interrupts and runs to me holding another present, this one much less neatly wrapped, more of a pile of wrapping paper all taped together.

“It’s from me,” the girl next to me grins.

Ice and Azzi scoff. “Hey we said no present of our own!”

“Well you don’t love P Boogers like I do,” KK sneers and turns to me. “Open mine first!”

“Okayy okay,” I laugh and unwrap the present in my hands, one layer of paper after another.

“Damn did you use a whole roll of paper for this?” I ask, peeling away.

“Be nice or I’m taking it away,” KK scolds, giddy by my side. Finally I reach the last layers, ripping up the paper to reveal… furry purple handcuffs?

Before I can say anything KK has cuffed my left hand to her right one, painfully yanking my arm around as she cheers.

“What the hell???” I yelp, yanking my hand back to my side and looking at the furry cuff tightened around my wrist.

“Now you won’t leave me,” KK hums and wraps her arms around me tight. Everyone bursts into laughter, including me but I hug the girl back - she was like a little sister, this whole team was my family and Storrs was my home. I was already feeling the dread of having to say goodbye itching in the back of my mind.

“Now how we gon explain this to coach?” I chuckle, squeezing KK’s shoulder and dangling our cuffed wrists in the air.

“Guess we just gotta play like this,” she shrugs.

Rolling my eyes I shake my head and look across the room. “I’m gon miss so many layups today guys.”

Laughs erupt all around the room, except from beside me where KK is looking at me scoldingly.

“Don’ say that,” she argues and starts unlocking the cuffs, unhappy with me.

“I get to keep these tho?” I ask with a grin, my mind already going to filthy images of all the opportunities to use these on Valerie.

“Nasty,” KK mumbles, finally freeing my hand as I grab the cuffs and the key. Returning to the neatly wrapped gift I unwrap one corner at a time, finding a navy blue jewelry case inside. Opening it I gasp, seeing three silver rings lined up in a neat row - each one a letter. BDB.

“Are you forreal,” I chuckle excitedly, my mouth falling open as the girls cheer. I carefully take them out, placing each one on the fingers of my left hand, unable to stop the huge grin on my face.

“Guys…” I pout, already feeling tears forming but Jana is quick to stop me.

“Not yet!”

Suddenly I feel hands wrap around my waist from behind me squeezing tight. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. I can tell just by the weight of her touch.

“Hey baby,” Valerie murmurs and places a kiss on my shoulder as I turn around. Immediately I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her in the air and letting my nose bury into her hair. I had seen her this morning before getting to the arena, but all day I’d been complaining to the girls about how I wish I could see her just for a second before we start preparing for this game.

Valerie giggles as I spin her, finally placing her on the ground.

“Don’t tell Coach or CD,” Aubrey laughs. “We snuck her in.”

It’s then when I notice Valerie’s outfit. A miniskirt and boots which would have driven me crazy if it wasn’t for what was covering her upper body - A white Uconn jersey, with my name and number on it in big bold letters. Her face is bright, like she’s proud to carry my name on her. Proud to be mine. And it’s at that moment the tears begin to burn in my eyes.

“You’re wearing it,” I say weakly, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

“Baby why are you crying?” Valerie asks, surprised, wrapping her arms around me tight as the girls gush looking at us.

“Remember when we first met and you wouldn’t wear my hoodie?”

“Yes, silly that’s why I’m wearing this. I’m making it up for you,” she giggles and kisses my cheek before pulling away. Her hand however remains around my waist as we both turn to the team, comfortingly rubbing her thumb against my skin. All the anticipation, the nerves and the emotion were overwhelming me, heightening all my senses. I sniffle a little, turning to the girls, my family.

“We love you Paige,” Ice says, her voice shaky with emotion. The girls nod in agreement, many meeting my level of emotion, eyes welling up and lower lips trembling. “You’re not just a part of the team but a coach to all of us.”

“Forreal thank you, for everything,” Jana adds.

“We got it from here P,” Sarah smiles at me and it makes me feel at ease, knowing I did what I could, gave everything I had to them. That I could leave knowing I did my all, gave them all I got.

“Don’t forget us in Dallas tho,” KK says as Valerie rubs my back comfortingly, knowing without words that I needed it before my emotions took over. “Now let’s get this Natty y’all!”

I clap as we huddle up, all my girls around me as we hug and hype each other up, Valerie so short she’s almost getting crushed by Jana and Aubrey jumping up and down next to her. Laughing through the tears I wrap my arm protectively around her and kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent one more time. I had everything I needed right here to win.

Buzzer.

“And the drought has ended! The National Championship goes to Connecticut for the first time since 2016! Paige Bueckers ends her college career with 27 points in this game, leading the Huskies to a long awaited victory!”

It’s immediate, the joy, the tears. I don’t think I’m completely in my body when me and the girls all crash into poor Geno, hugging him tight, jumping up and down around him. I let my emotions take over, letting the tears run down my cheeks. I look around and see my girls doing the same, letting their tears flow. We fought for this, we earned this. I’m not saying it was late, but it was right on time.

When Coach turns to hug me, there are tears in his eyes too. I knew he wanted this for me as much as I did, but seeing the look on his face makes me feel it even more. After all the adversity, the injuries, the lessons life had thrown in my face - I was finally here. On the other side of it all, victorious. In that moment I realise all the setbacks made this moment a million times sweeter.

“You did it kid, you deserve it,” he says into my ear and it means everything.

We finally break apart from our group hug, my mind immediately going to the one person missing. But before I can even look around, I hear her deafening cheer, her golden brown hair swaying in the air as she jumps up and down, beaming at me.

Before my mind thinks it through I’m running to her, wrapping my arms around her and picking her up, my lips crashing into hers. The audience, the media, our coaching staff might as well not have been there. I didn’t care who saw, or filmed or whatever else. I just won the National Championship and I needed to kiss my girl.

“Paige,” she giggles against my lips but kisses me back, her careful hands wrapping around my neck. I’m sweaty and sticky and my face is wet with tears and this would be all over Tiktok tomorrow but we couldn’t care less.

“I love you,” I gasp as I pull away, shocked to find her brown eyes welling up as she smiles at me.

“I love you so much,” she sniffles as I let her on the ground, her small hands coming to wipe tears off my face. “I’m so fucking proud of you P.”

“I’m so happy you came,” I hum, more happy tears rolling down my cheeks. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

And it was the truth. All this time I had been so worried about Valerie being a distraction, something that would cause me to fail. But now I realised she was the biggest motivator, my biggest fan. Seeing her looking at me with tears in her eyes, a grin on her face and beaming brightly made me realise winning with my girl by my side felt a million times better. The best prize I could ask for.

“You’re supposed to swipe it,” the girl behind me mumbles, her words a little slurred from the alcohol that had been consumed at the afterparty.

“I know how to open a damn door,” I complain, just as tipsy if not more as I fumble with the card.

“Hurry, P,” she whines, her hands wrapping around me from behind me as she kisses my upper back, making me see stars already.

“That’s really not helpin’ ma,” I groan, finally getting the door open by some miracle, crashing into the hotel room I had booked for Val just a couple blocks away from our hotel. We had stayed at the afterparty as long as we physically could, but all I could think about was having this girl bent over in front of me with those purple cuffs around her wrists ever since I finished my first drink of the night. It didn’t help that she was in the tightest, shortest purple dress for me, my hand itching to make its way beneath the hem.

The second the door closes Valerie’s pushing me against it, kissing my neck heatedly. I let out a moan, my hands flying to her ass, lifting the short hem out of the way. I feel her hot whimper against my skin when I grope her behind, feeling her up hungrily. We’re both starving for each other.

She’s trying to pin me against the door with her smaller frame, and it’s almost pathetic how easily I flip us over, taking charge. Valerie gasps as her back presses against the door and I manoeuvre my thigh in between her legs, pressing against her core harshly as I begin to kiss her, dragging against her clit.

“Fuck me,” she gasps into my mouth like a plea. I pin her against the door, both my big hands on her waist as I grind my thigh into her, already feeling a slight tremble in my legs.

“Oh baby I plan to,” I tell her, kissing along her neck leaving a trail of purple marks. “Got a lotta plans for you.”

“Need more,” the brunette whimpers, the whine in her voice driving me insane. Unable to hold back anymore myself I lift her up by her thighs with ease, throwing her onto the hotel bed.

“Get undressed,” I command, watching the way she’s trying to catch her breath as I shed clothes till I’m in black boxers and a matching sports bra. Putting on a show for me, Valerie slowly shimmies the purple dress off her body, my jaw falling slack to find no bra underneath it. But it’s the crotchless purple panties that make me groan out loud.

“You’re such a slut,” I murmur, watching her laying on her back on the bed and spreading her legs.

“Mmmh you like it,” she giggles. I feel my mouth watering, watching the way her pussy is glistening for me already.

“I do ma,” I murmur, dragging a finger slowly upwards from her ankle, goosebumps following my touch as I reach her knee, her thigh, her inner thigh - just ghosting where she needed me most to bring my fingers splayed on her lower stomach, watching her squirm.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” I ask, as if I wasn’t about to fuck her no matter the answer. I can feel my boxers growing wetter as her big brown eyes look up at me, needy.

“Whatever you want baby, I’m all yours,” she tells me. The words are music to my ears.

I lick my lips as my fingertip circles her nipple, gently tucking on it to find it quickly getting hard under my touch.

“Shit, stay right there,” I hiss and walk to my bag, pulling out the purple furry handcuffs. Valerie’s eyes widen as she sees them, but the smile on her face tells me she approves.

“You down?” I ask carefully, wanting to make sure. The brunette nods, eyes locked on the cuffs.

I tut at her, my hand grabbing her chin and forcing her gaze on me, dangling the cuffs in front of her like a prize.

“Use your words ma,” I encourage, the blush on Valerie’s face turning deeper, my dominance flustering the girl

“Yes,” she murmurs and I smirk, brushing her now messy hair off her face. She might be feisty, always putting up a fight. But once I got her wet it was so easy to get her to submit, to let me take charge. I loved it.

“There we go,” I praise, swiftly grabbing her wrists and cuffing them to the metal of bed frame, making sure I could celebrate my win without Valerie’s hands getting in the way.

She’s already squirming, too impatient to wait. Shit, so was I. I had been waiting to have my way with her all night.

I walk to the end of the bed, spreading her legs open for me, the view of her cunt in the crotchless panties driving me up the wall. Taking her ankle into my hand I begin to kiss up her leg, slowly making my way upwards to her inner thigh, leaving small marks behind.

“Mmhm, Paige…” she whines.

“Relax, you’ll get it,” I coo, pulling my own boxers down. “But you’re gonna do a lil sumn for me first.”

With that I straddle Valerie’s face, feeling my need dripping down my thighs. I needed her bad, my head spinning and cunt throbbing at this point. She lets out a moan seeing me so close and soaked for her.

“Please baby,” she whimpers, goosebumps everywhere when I feel her hot breath on my core. She’s trying to chase after me, her neck stretching to reach my core.

“Shit, you want it?”

“So bad please,” Valerie whines and I can’t take it anymore.

My hands entangle in her hair as I lower myself onto her, Valerie’s perfect mouth beginning to work immediately.

“Oh shiiiiit ma,” I groan, throwing my head back, her tongue moving back and forth in my folds just the way I liked.

“Taste so good Paige,” she moans against my clit before her plump lips wrap around it and suck, tongue circling in a way that was dizzying. I could feel the way I was getting wetter, the way I was probably making a mess all over Valerie’s face but the way she was lapping me up seemed like she was loving this as much as I was.

“So fucking good, fuck,” I moan, tightening my grip in Valerie’s perfect brown locks and beginning to guide her mouth wherever I wanted. I could feel the muscles in my thighs begin to shake, my free hand grabbing the headboard of the bed as I ride her face.

She’s squirming under me, squeezing her thighs shut to seek any friction at all which only makes me groan louder. My eyes lock onto her face underneath me, scrunched up in pleasure, mouth buried in my cunt, head moving wherever I yanked it.

Needing more, I pull her closer, not entirely sure if she can breathe but when I feel my climax start to build, I decide I don’t care.

“Just like that Valerie,” I praise, my voice and body shaking now as I’m literally grinding myself against her face, my cunt throbbing as I feel myself near the edge. I hear her muffled moans, feel the vibrations against me as my eyes squeeze shut, my orgasm taking over.

“Oh shit, Val,” I groan, pulling her impossibly close. “That’s it, fuck, that’s it.”

The pleasure ripples over me, coming in waves as I come against Valerie’s face, watching the way her pretty hands are grabbing onto the handcuffs decorating her wrists. I grip her hair tight, pulling on it as I moan.

“Damn,” I exhale, my chest heaving as I lift myself off her. Valerie’s face is glistening with my mess, and she’s hungrily licking it off her lips, arching her back, a feeble attempt to tell me one and only thing - she needs to be touched. Bad.

“Now lemme eat this pussy,” I tell her, my mouth already watering as I crawl between her legs, wrapping my arms around her thighs to lift them on my shoulders. And I dive in. I had been waiting all night for this.

A loud moan escapes Valerie’s lips as my tongue works her, slow licks from her entrance to her clit as to clean her up. The taste of her makes me moan out loud, her arousal dripping out of her already, before I had barely touched her.

“This wet already huh? You like watching me play that bad?” I hum against her, watching the way she’s squirming, the way her hands are already tucking at the cuffs - desperate to grab my head and pull me closer.

“Paige, moreeee,” she cries, trying to buck her hips closer but unable to do anything else with the way she was stuck to the bed. Her helplessness only made me wanna drag it out for longer.

“Answer the question,” I demand my tongue now circling her entrance menacingly, licking upwards and repeating.

She huffs and whines frustratedly. “Like watching you win.”

Good answer.

That moment I bury myself into her pussy, beginning to flick my tongue over her clit at an impossible speed, quickly overwhelming her. My eyes squeeze shut as I alternate between sloppy laps on her pussy and precise circles on her clit, Valerie’s thighs quickly closing in on my head as she writhes, handcuffs clanking against the metal of the bed frame. Her moans and the sinful sounds my mouth is making as I eat her fill the hotel room.

“Paige right there oh fuck,” she nearly screams, the alcohol in her system making her more bold. I keep eating her out, tasting every inch of her. Fuck I could never get enough, I was drunk off her pussy. I wanted to be for the rest of my fucking life.

“I gotchu mama,” I moan against her, keeping up my movements until her moans turn high pitched, and I can tell she’s on the edge. Reaching up, I take her nipples in between my fingers, fondling them as I keep moving my tongue back and forth on her clit at a rapid pace.

“Shit, shit shit,” she’s gasping now, back arching high as she releases all over my tongue, making me groan in response. My head is buried in her cunt, coaxing her through the orgasm.

I’m only starting to come down from my orgasm when Paige pulls back and suddenly two of her fingers slide inside me, quickly beginning to pump in and out.

“Wait, no, too much,” I gasp, doing everything I could to pull my hands free but it was no use. Her hand doesn’t slow down despite my whining. A loud moan spills from between my lips, the stretch completely overwhelming my sensitive cunt.

“Need one more from you Val,” Paige praises, watching the way I swallow her fingers up closely. “Gonna feel so good I promise.”

I cry out, my eyes welling with tears at the overwhelming sensation, Paige’s long and nimble fingers curving inwards against my walls, making me even throb around her.

“Ohh shit that’s it,” she gasps, repeating the movement and feeling me throb once more. “Can fucking feel it.”

I squirm, legs shaking and closing around her but she pries them open with ease, the bicep in her right arm flexing as she pumps in faster, the veins of her hands popping more prominently. The wet sounds coming from inside me fill the room - almost embarrassingly loud.

“Too much,” I whine. Without stopping her movements, Paige climbs up to face me from between my legs, grabbing my jaw, licking her lips.

“You said whatever I want before,” she reminds me, her voice stern, demanding. “You’re gon take it ma.”

My eyes flutter shut, the mix of her words and her fingers moving at an overwhelming speed making my mind spin. I keep yanking on the cuffs, not because I think I’ll get free, but because I don’t know what to do with my hands, immense pleasure taking over my body.

“So fucking perfect,” Paige murmurs, still holding my face as she adds a third finger, the stretch now enough to make my whole body tremble. “Could fuck this pussy forever.”

“Open your mouth,” she coos and I do as I’m told, too weak to even think for myself. To think of anything but the way Paige’s fingers are stretching me out, the squelching sound filling my ears as she pounds them into me.

Paige leans down to kiss me, her tongue meeting mine before our lips crash. She still tastes like a mix of me and herself. I keep moaning, my mouth wide open as she kisses around it, cussing to herself.

“Shit, so fucking tight for me huh?”

“Paige,” I plead, unsure of what for when my back arches and I feel my walls tighten, squeezing Paige’s fingers. She feels it too, letting out a groan. My hips are squirming uncontrollably, forcing Paige to pin me back down against the bed, hand pressing hard on my lower stomach as she sits up to finger me even faster.

The pressure on my abdomen and the rapid speed make my eyes roll back, my climax building impossibly strong.

“I’m so close, oh shi-” I’m gasping for air, mind spinning, Paige’s cussing the only anchor to the moment as I throb around her, teetering right on the edge.

“Tell me you’re my girl baby,” Paige moans, making me nod desperately.

“I’m your girl, shit, all yours.”

“That’s right, my good girl.”

With that, the orgasm washes over me, Paige’s fingers pressing against my walls, creating such an intense stretch I swear I’m on the verge of blacking out. My moans are deafening as my back arches uncontrollably, Paige’s other hand remaining on my stomach. The waves of pleasure are incredibly intense as I mewl and release with force, the world going black for a second.

I’m brought back by the blonde’s fingers sliding out, leaving an uncomfortable emptiness within me. I let out a whine, feeling sweat dripping down my neck, the sheets sticking to my skin. I don’t open my eyes until Paige has unlocked the handcuffs, carefully caressing over my wrists and kissing them as she pulls a blanket over me.

“Valerie?”

“Yeah?” I whisper, still attempting to catch my breath.

“You alive mama?” Paige grins as my eyes slowly flutter open, watching her bring me water and a small present wrapped with a blue paper and white ribbon.

“Just about,” I mumble, shimmying up the bed to lean against the pillows behind me. I felt completely fucked out - and surely looked it. Paige certainly did, straight hair that had been down now tangled at the back but her usual braids still perfectly in place, mascara flaking underneath her eyes.

“What’s that?” I ask, eyeing the gift in the blonde’s hand. She chuckles and offers me a bottle of water.

“Drink a lil first, don’t want you to pass out,” she laughs as she climbs over me to the other side of the bed. Deciding she was probably right, I throw my head back and chuck some of the water, feeling the cold liquid make its way down.

“I gotchu a lil something,” Paige starts, handing the present to me. I take it with both hands, eyes flickering between it and the blonde’s bright blue eyes.

“No, I should be the one getting you a gift, you kidding?” I ask, but Paige leans over, her big hand pressing against my cheek as she kisses me.

“I already got my gift,” she murmurs against my lips. Usually I would’ve made a comment about her corny line, but today I couldn’t. I knew exactly what she meant. “Open it.”

Slowly I unwrap the gift, finding a small box inside. I furrow my brows in confusion, but grin.

“Girl you better not be proposing because I think it’s a lil early,” I joke, making Paige let out a heartfelt laugh.

“Just open the damn box,” she complains, watching me closely. I do as I’m told, finding inside a little golden charm. Eyeing it closer, I realise it’s the number 5.

“For your bracelet,” Paige says. I let out a shaky breath, bringing the box closer to my face. It was beautiful, but what it meant was even more important to me. What it might signify.

“Paige…” I sigh contentedly, watching as the blonde with great care holds my wrist and places the charm on the gold bracelet that I wore, each day of my life. Now decorated with a golden 5. My girl’s 5.

Our eyes meet and we wrap our arms around each other, soft kisses between us as we lie down on the bed, Paige pulling me on her chest.

“I love you Valerie,” she hums, fingertips playing with the ends of my brown hair.

“I love you too,” I murmur against her lips, placing soft kisses all over them. Nuzzling my nose, the blonde pulls back. I watch her blue eyes, the way they twinkle in the dim hotel room. My national champion, my winner, my Paige. All mine.

“Come to Dallas with me,” she whispers, a surprising sureness in her voice.

Batting my eyes, I pull back. “What?”

She grabs my hand in hers and kisses my fingers, one by one.

“Don’t make me go without you,” she pleads. “At least come and stay for the summer, and then we can think about what we do.”

“But what about school? I still got a year left P…” I remind her but she shakes her head.

“Just for the summer, and then if you hate it you can come back and I won’t even complain,” the blonde puts her hand up. “Scouts honor.”

Taking it all in, my chest fills with affection. She really wanted me with her.

“You forreal?” I ask carefully, making Paige grin.

“Val, Ion wanna even think about life without you. I can’t be away from you,” she says, pulling me into another kiss. This one is slow, meaningful. Telling me she means every word - and I trust it. I trust her.

“We’re gonna make this work no matter what,” she whispers, nose nuzzling into mine. “Gonna need you there for all my wins.”

I can already see it. Me sitting courtside, watching her win game after game, fulfilling her destiny with me by her side. Having her come home to me, waking up next to her every morning. Perhaps for the rest of my life.

So there’s nothing else I can do but agree. There were no other options I could fathom. I would go to the ends of the earth for her. And it feels incredible to trust - to know - that she would do the same for me. It’s in the twinkle of her eye when she looks at me, the way her hands always find my waist, how her voice lowers and softens when whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I didn’t need words from her. I knew all of it without.

ily guys

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7seas-of-ryy · 6 months ago

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I Need You | Part 7

Author’s Note: I am LOVING all of your comments on each part. So many of them either brought a smile to my face or made me actually laugh out loud, so thank you!!

Summary: You can't hide your emotions anymore and some things aren't what they seem to be.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: angst, talks of torture, let me know if I need to add any others :)

Azriel and Rhys came running into your room.

"What happened?" Rhys shouted as you stood there crying

Both of the Illyrians looked over to where the shattered glass laid, realizing what had happened. The shadowsinger gave Rhys a look letting him know he would fix this.

Rhys had everyone leave the house and stayed close by in case Az needed help.

"Hey, sunshine, let me help you" he barely whispered while taking steps towards you.

"You!" you screamed at him "You left me. You didn't care enough to let me know you weren't coming. And you didn't care enough to save me. I needed you and you were gone."

You took a deep breath and continued

"When they showed up to take me, I looked around for you. Thinking you would show up and save me. Now that I think about it, maybe I'm the stupid one. For believing you would choose to spend time with me instead of her for once. How stupid could I be? When I was being tortured all I wanted was to let go, to die. And not because the pain was too much, but because I knew that coming back and seeing the pity on your face would be so much worse. Seeing you finally 'care' about me because you feel guilty would break me beyond fixing." you took steps toward him as you yelled

His back was now against the wall.

"And now I'm broken! Nothing can fix this. And Cassian, poor Cassian was forced to watch while they rid me of my clothes and beat me. Why couldn't you just love me back? I needed you" You were pounding on his chest with your fists and he let you.

You could barely see through the tears. It felt nice to get some of it out. You collapsed into his chest, still yelling and crying. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him and you both sank down to the ground. You were now resting on his lap and he held you while he cried.

"I needed you, I needed you." you cried "I need you"

"I know, I'm right here. I promise I'm not going anywhere." He spoke with his lips on your head. His own tears falling faster.

You eventually fell asleep on his lap and he carried you to his room. He laid you down on his bed and was about to go clean up the mess when you grabbed his arm.

"Please don't go" you spoke

"You want me to stay?" he wanted to make sure he heard you right.

"Yes" you stated, you couldn't keep the act up anymore. You needed your best friend back for right now. He could explain himself later.

He pulled up a chair next to his bed as you got comfortable under his covers. It was silent for a few minutes, your head was pounding from all the crying you had been doing.

"I always hoped that my mom had got away somehow and was out there looking for me." you whispered, barely audible

"Every time I went somewhere on a mission, I sent my shadows out to look for her, just in case." Azriel confessed just as soft

A small smile grew on your face, and with a million thoughts swirling through your head, you went to sleep.

You woke up the next morning and saw Az sleeping on the chair next to you. As quietly as you could, you slipped out of bed and went to your room. Everything had already been cleaned up and the guilt from the night before started to creep in.

Feyre was sitting on the edge of your bed, holding the note from Elain.

"I promise Elain truly meant well with the flowers." your High Lady told you

"I don't know why I did what I did last night, I'm sorry-" you started but she stopped you before you could finish.

"No, I would have probably done the same thing. Her note was, well, pathetic. But you have to understand that she wanted to apologize to you but was embarrassed. So, she thought the flowers would have been good for now." Feyre explained

"I was tortured and she's embarrassed?" you couldn't understand.

"When you're ready, maybe try talking to Elain? You deserve a true apology but only when you are ready. And while you're at, try talking to Cassian too. You both went through a lot together and it might help you. He won't say it but he's struggling." Feyre spoke while standing and walking over to you.

She pulled you into a hug and you let her. You leaned into her and she hugged you tighter. You were ready to accept help from your family.

You got dressed after she left and were going to head down to the kitchen to see if anyone else was up.

As you left your room, you heard a few voices coming out of Azriel's. You couldn't help but pause and listen.

"And why have you been so quiet? You were there, you saw what she went through. You should be trying to help her. Instead you've been avoiding her" Az spoke

"Alright lets stop-" Rhys started to say

"Why have I been so quiet?" Cassian asked sarcastically "Hmm let me think? Maybe it's because I stood there completely helpless while I had to watch Y/N be stabbed over and over again, dragged by her hair, relentlessly beat?!" His voice rose with every word

"And did you know, on top of all that, as she was about to be tortured in front of me, she comforted me? She told me that it was ok, that she could take it, told me to not worry about her?! He had the knife raised in his hand about to stab her, and all she could think of was to comfort me? I do not deserve her kindness and friendship. None of us do."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." the shadowsinger told his friend

"It's fine. It's just so hard to look at her and not see the fear and pain in her eyes. I failed her and I don't know how to make that up to her." Cass responded

"Listen, she just needs us to be us right now. She needs love and support. All we can do is be there for her." Rhys told them

"I'm just happy she showed emotion last night. Having her scream at me is so much better than her pretending she's ok." Az said

So Cass wasn't disgusted with you, he just felt guilty?

You opened Azriel's bedroom door and walked straight to Cassian.

"Y/N" the male stuttered, not knowing what else to say

You wrapped your arms around him and after a moment he embraced you too. You stood like that for a couple of minutes before separating, still keeping your hands on his arms.

"If you weren't with me in that dungeon, I would've given up. I wouldn't have had the strength to keep fighting. You were there for me, and that was all I needed." you told Cass

Azriel flinched at that last sentence. He knew you didn't say it to hurt him but he will never forgive himself for what he did.

Cassian sniffled, "Well, I think I could use a drink after these past few days, shall we crack open the most expensive bottles Rhys owns?"

"Seeing as it is still morning, I think we should save the drinking until later." Rhys chuckled

The four of you laughed and it felt good. You missed this so much.

"I'll take you up on that offer, but how about after dinner?" you offered

"Sounds perfect" "I'm in" Rhys and Cass responded at the same time

The three of you looked at Az and the male smiled and nodded.

You were looking forward to hopefully having a simple night just sitting with your family and enjoying their company. But right now, you needed to find Elain.

You were exhausted pretending everything was ok, and you figured talking to her could help.

After checking the kitchen with no success, you headed to your second guess of where she was at. The garden. You spotted her immediately, bent over some beautiful flowers.

"Hello, Elain" You started

"Oh! Y/N, I wasn't expecting to talk to you so soon. Um- I need to tell you, I...well I really didn't know...." the girl choked out

She seemed so nervous and upset.

"Elain, I'm here to apologize" you spoke softly and took a seat next to her. Her eyes growing wide at your words.

"What?? No, you were kidnapped and tortured and all because I was jealous of you? No I need to apologize. I didn't know the extent of what happened to you until after I sent the flowers. I was told that you were hurt but it wasn't until last night that Rhys showed me what you went through.. I am deeply sorry" she told you

"You were jealous of me?" you questioned

"It's stupid.. after everything that occurred with Graysen, I was scared to feel that pain again. When I first got here, Azriel was so kind to me. I started to get that feeling again and was terrified of being hurt. Az was so close to you so I convinced him to stay with me. I was embarrassed that I let myself act like this over a male. I am appalled with myself." Elain admitted

"You couldn't have known those men were after me. Am I hurt that you tried to keep my closest friend from me? Yes, but you should not carry the burden and guilt of my trauma because of that... and the flowers did come off as a little insensitive" you elbowed her playfully as you spoke the last part, hoping she would see it as a sort of truce.

She looked up at you with embarrassment on her face.

"In my defense, Nesta helped me write the card, and you know she's not very good at emotional apologies" Elain said and you both giggled

After a moment, the air seemed to turn serious again.

"He couldn't have known either," she gently added, "have you talked to him yet?"

"Well, I screamed at him and blamed him for a lot of it last night but besides that, no I haven't talked to him. The problem isn't just that he stood me up that night, which led to all of this. He started drifting away from me long before that and it hurt like hell." you admitted to her

"Ask him why. Be straight forward with him and perhaps he will do the same with you." she advised you

You gave the middle Archeron sister a genuine smile and went back inside.

That wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. You felt lighter after all that clarification but there was still something big weighing you down.

You needed to find Azriel next and you had a feeling this conversation wouldn't be as easy as the last.

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peachiejeongin · 1 month ago

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I'm, I don't really have a specific request but lovemaking with seungmin sounds beautiful b/c I'm sure he can worship you just as much as he can tease you.

I think that can probably apply to changbin and Jeongin as well

Between the Notes | Seungmin

Synopsis: Seungmin writes a song to express his love for you, which ends up leading to a gentle lovemaking session.

Pairing: bf!Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Warnings: Protected sex (reader is on birth control), nothing too extreme in this one ;)

Notice: I am getting fed with these Seungmin requests :D But hello, my love! This request was so adorable to write! I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do <3

The studio was dimly lit, the soft glow from the mixing board casting long shadows across the room. You were perched on the edge of the worn-out sofa, watching Seungmin hunched over the piano. His brows furrowed in concentration, his fingers lingering on the keys as he adjusted notes here and there. The two of you had opted to spend the aftermath of your birthday party in the studio, wanting a quiet place to relax after the loud transpirations of the event.

He made eye contact with you as he turned towards you, his lips curving into a genuine smile that never failed to make your heart skip.

"Close your eyes, love," he requested of you.

"What are you up to?" you questioned in response, narrowing your eyes out of suspicion. In the year that you have been dating Seungmin, a day has never gone by in which this boy has not caused a teasing type of trouble.

"Just trust me," he playfully rolled his eyes as he spoke, which you reciprocated, unable to hide your smile.

You eventually obeyed, gently shutting your eyes as Seungmin began on the piano once more. The first few notes were soft, delicate, a melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace. As the song unfolded, the music shifted, the harmony deepening into something intimate; Seungmin never sang a single lyric, yet his love was prominent in the tune, like the notes were written just for you.

To which they were.

When the last chord faded, you opened your eyes to find him making his way over to you; he kneeled in front of you, his expression open and vulnerable in a way that stole your breath away.

"You wrote that?" you quiety asked. "For me?"

"Of course," he replied, taking your hand into his own. His voice was stead, yet soft. "I wanted to give you a birthday present that lasts forever. A forever reminder of my love for you."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"It's beautiful, Minnie."

"You're beautiful," he countered, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. As the gap closed, the kiss became slow, deliberate, gentle, like an unspoken promise was wrapped in every motion.

He pulled back after a while, resting his forehead against yours as his hands cupped your face; beams were present on both faces.

"You know how much I love you, right?" he inquired. You nodded, your hands sliding up to rest against his chest.

"I do," you answered, feeling the steady beat of his heart quicken; a cheeky idea suddenly flashed in your mind: "But you can always remind me." Seungmin's resulting laugh was low, a sound that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"Gladly."

He kissed you once more, with more urgency this time but still just as gentle as he had prior; his hands slid to your waist and pulled you closer. The way he touched you was a mix of teasing and authenticity, like he wanted to savor every moment of this memory. His lips parted from yours, moving to trail warm, soft kisses down the side of your neck; you gasped, your fingers kneading softly in his golden brown locks.

"Can I?" he murmured against your skin, his hands hovering just below the hem of your shirt.

"Yes," you breathed out, your voice barely audible.

From that moment, everything else in the vicinity faded, your focus only concentrated on Seungmin. He shuffled his way onto the sofa, just barely hovering overtop of you. His hands moved with care as he removed each layer of clothing, his gaze never once leaving yours. The teasing glint in his eyes softened into something deeper, more serious, as he took in every inch of you, committing your body to memory.

"You are so perfect," he complimented, his hands trailing over your bare skin.

The way he touched you felt like worship; every movement was intentional, every kiss filled with unspoken tenderness. He took his time, his teasing nature replaced with a tenderness that made your chest ache with desire. For every sigh, gasp, and other delicate sound he drew from you, he answered with whispered words of love.

When you pulled him closer, his teasing smirk flickered for just a moment.

"Eager are we?" he joked before he leaned down to kiss you deeply, pressing every ounce of emotion he had into it. He held on to the hem of his t-shirt, flicking your eyes up to meet his own to seek approval, receiving a smug nod in response.

You removed Seungmin's shirt, slightly messing up his hair in the process, followed by his jeans and boxers, relishing in how ethereal he looked as he was bare in front of you. He breathlessly smiled at you as he aligned himself with your entrance, bringing a hand up to carress your cheek.

"Ready?" he mumbled, eliciting an eager nod from you in response.

As he pushed inside of you, the world outside of the studio ceased to exist; his thrusts were slow, not wanting to rush the increduously intimate moment between the two of you. It remained that way for the entire duration as the both of you savored the memory. Each kiss, each light moan, every movement was some form of an unspoken, "I love you."

"You are absolutely amazing," Seungmin spewed out in between soft groans. "Feels so good, baby." His praises caused you to lightly clench around him, lost in waves of desire and pleasure; moans became more frequent, and while the tension thickened, Seungmin's light care remained. As you both approached your high, your bodies trembled together, the need to get impossibly closer to one another.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," Seungmin mellowly commanded of you, spewing out a plethora of praises as your body trembled. "Good, good girl. You're doing so well for me." There was one thing about Seungmin: he could worship just as well as he could tease. It did not take long before you came undone around him, your legs shaking lightly and your eyes rolling back in your head from pure euphoria.

The mere sight of you had Seungmin finishing before he could process anything; he filled you with his release, light thrusts still ongoing as he rode you both out from your highs.

He lightly let himself down, opting to lay beside you instead of overtop of you.

"You did so well, baby," he praised as his lips brushed against your temple. "Are you okay?" You nodded in response, barely able to move from reverance. He chuckled at your dazed stature, bringing you into his embrace and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"You're going to have a hard time topping next year's birthday gift," you smiled against his skin, tracing lazy patterns on his back. His laugh rumbled in his chest as he gave you a delicate, tender kiss.

"Challenge accepted."

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It all started at a Set || KMG Pt.2

Pairing: Actor-Idol Mingyu x Actress-Idol Reader Genre: Fluff, Idol romance Summary: This story is a heartwarming slow-burn romance between Mingyu and Y/N, a senior idol. It begins with them being cast as co-stars in a drama where their contrasting personalities—Mingyu’s vibrant, outgoing nature and Y/N’s reserved, composed demeanor—become the catalyst for an unexpected connection. Throughout their journey, they face professional challenges, emotional conflicts, and growing feelings for one another.

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As the drama neared its final scenes, Mingyu and Y/N’s bond became undeniable. They had become a source of support for one another, both on and off the set. Late-night shoots turned into quiet conversations about life, dreams, and the pressures of their respective careers. Mingyu’s infectious laughter often coaxed genuine smiles from Y/N, while her steady presence grounded him in moments of doubt.

One evening, after wrapping up a particularly emotional scene, the crew decided to celebrate with a small gathering. Snacks and drinks were passed around as laughter filled the set. Mingyu, ever the life of the party, persuaded Y/N to join the group despite her usual preference for solitude.

“Come on,” Mingyu said, holding out a hand to her. “You deserve to celebrate too. You were amazing today.”

Y/N hesitated, but the warmth in Mingyu’s eyes made it hard to refuse. She let him lead her to the group, where his members and her groupmates were already mingling. The sight of both teams laughing and bonding was a rare moment of respite from their demanding schedules.

As the night wore on, Mingyu found Y/N standing off to the side, gazing at the stars. He approached her with a soft smile. “Not a fan of loud celebrations?” he asked.

“They’re nice,” Y/N admitted. “But I prefer the quiet moments like this.”

Mingyu nodded, leaning against the railing beside her. “Me too. Sometimes, it’s nice to just... be.”

They stood in companionable silence, the distant sound of laughter and music fading into the background. Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice barely audible. “You’ve made this easier, you know. Acting, I mean. I wasn’t sure I could do this at first.”

Mingyu turned to her, surprised. “You? Not confident? That’s hard to believe.”

Y/N chuckled softly, a rare sound that warmed Mingyu’s heart. “It’s true. But... you’ve helped me. More than you know.”

Mingyu’s expression softened. “I think we’ve helped each other.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Mingyu felt a surge of emotion he couldn’t quite explain—a mixture of gratitude, admiration, and something deeper. Before he could overthink it, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“For what?” Mingyu asked, his voice equally soft.

“For being you,” she replied simply.

The wrap party for Between Us was both celebratory and bittersweet. The months of filming had brought the cast and crew together in ways none of them anticipated. Mingyu and Y/N found themselves at the center of the festivities, both for their standout performances and their rumored closeness, which had become the subject of quiet murmurs among their peers.

As the night progressed, Mingyu found Y/N sitting at a small table near the edge of the event, away from the bustling crowd. She was nursing a glass of juice, her expression distant as she watched the celebration.

“Care for some company?” Mingyu asked, sliding into the seat beside her without waiting for an answer.

Y/N looked at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You never take no for an answer, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” Mingyu replied, grinning. “It’s the last night, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re going to sit here brooding while everyone else is having fun.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. Instead, she sipped her drink and turned her attention back to the crowd. Mingyu followed her gaze, watching as their castmates and group members laughed and danced together.

“I’ll miss this,” he admitted after a moment. “The energy, the people... everything.”

“Even the 3 a.m. call times?” Y/N teased.

“Okay, maybe not that part,” Mingyu conceded, laughing. “But I’ll miss working with you. You made this experience... unforgettable.”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression softening. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The music from the party faded into the background as the weight of their shared journey hung between them. Mingyu leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a gentle tone.

“Y/N... do you think it’s possible for some things to feel too real? Like, so real it scares you?”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to his, her guarded walls momentarily lowering. “Maybe,” she said quietly. “But sometimes the things that scare us are the ones worth exploring.”

Mingyu’s heart raced, her words striking a chord deep within him. He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to cover her hand with his. She didn’t pull away.

“Then maybe,” Mingyu began, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him, “it’s worth seeing where this goes.”

Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, she allowed herself to smile—a real, genuine smile that lit up her entire face.

“Maybe,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

In the weeks that followed the wrap party, Mingyu and Y/N’s paths continued to cross. Promotional events for Between Us meant countless interviews, photoshoots, and appearances together. Their undeniable chemistry became a focal point for fans and media alike.

During one live interview, a reporter couldn’t resist bringing up their dynamic.

“The fans have been raving about your on-screen chemistry,” the reporter began, her smile mischievous. “Do you think that connection came naturally, or was it something you worked on?”

Mingyu and Y/N exchanged a glance, their silent communication perfected after months of working together.

“I think,” Mingyu said with a playful grin, “it’s all thanks to Y/N. She made it easy to connect.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. “And Mingyu’s endless energy made it impossible not to.”

Their banter only fueled the rumors, but neither seemed to mind. Behind the scenes, their relationship continued to grow. Late-night phone calls turned into impromptu meetups, and what had started as a professional partnership blossomed into something deeper.

One evening, after a particularly grueling press schedule, Mingyu found himself waiting outside Y/N’s dorm building. When she emerged, bundled in a scarf and coat, she looked surprised to see him.

“Mingyu? What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, his hands shoved into his pockets. “I figured you could use some fresh air. Want to go for a walk?”

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before nodding. Together, they wandered through the quiet streets, the cool night air wrapping around them. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversations flowing as naturally as the rhythm of their steps.

As they reached a small park, Mingyu stopped and turned to face her.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “I know we’ve been dancing around this for a while, but I need to know... what are we? What do you want us to be?”

Y/N looked at him, her breath visible in the crisp air. For a moment, she seemed to wrestle with her thoughts, but then she reached out, taking his hand in hers.

“I don’t know what this is yet,” she admitted. “But I know I want to find out.”

Mingyu’s grin was brighter than the moon above them as he squeezed her hand. “Me too.”

And just like that, the lines between their drama and reality blurred, their story no longer confined to the screen.

The newfound clarity in their relationship brought Mingyu and Y/N a quiet sense of joy, though they knew the challenges ahead. As idols, maintaining privacy was like trying to keep a flame steady in the wind—delicate and uncertain.

The next morning, as Seventeen gathered in their practice room, Mingyu arrived with a spring in his step. His hyungs didn’t miss the change.

“Someone looks suspiciously happy,” Seungkwan teased, narrowing his eyes. “Did something happen last night?”

Mingyu tried to play it cool, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “What? No! I just... got a good night’s sleep.”

“Uh-huh.” Jeonghan leaned back with a smirk. “You’re a terrible liar, Mingyu. Spill.”

Before Mingyu could respond, Woozi chimed in. “It’s probably about Y/N.”

The room fell silent for a beat, and then chaos erupted.

“WHAT?”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Are you dating her?”

Mingyu held up his hands, trying to calm the storm. “Okay, okay, relax! We’re... talking. That’s all.”

Seungkwan clapped his hands together, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Talking? That’s code for ‘we’re totally into each other but pretending it’s casual.’”

Mingyu groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Can we not make this a big deal?”

“Mingyu, you’re dating Y/N, one of the most iconic leaders in K-pop,” DK said, patting his shoulder. “It’s already a big deal.”

Meanwhile, Y/N faced her own interrogation from her group members. Back at their dorm, her members were gathered in the living room, each armed with snacks and suspiciously pointed questions.

“So, you and Mingyu...” her main vocalist began, wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/N sighed, sinking into the couch. “What about me and Mingyu?”

“Don’t play coy,” her maknae said, leaning forward with a grin. “You’ve been glowing lately. Is he the reason?”

Y/N hesitated, then nodded slowly. “We’re... figuring things out.”

Her members squealed in unison, their excitement barely contained.

“Y/N-unnie, I never thought I’d see the day,” her main dancer said, wiping an imaginary tear. “Mingyu is perfect for you! Tall, handsome, sweet...”

“Let’s not forget outgoing,” Y/N muttered. “Sometimes too outgoing.”

Her members laughed, but their teasing was warm and supportive.

“You deserve this, Y/N,” her second-in-command said, her voice sincere. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

As "Between Us" began airing, the public response was overwhelming. Social media buzzed with hashtags about the show, with fans praising the on-screen chemistry between the leads. Viewers flooded online forums, dissecting every scene and speculating about the real-life dynamics between Mingyu and Y/N. Fan-made edits and memes spread like wildfire, and the drama's OST climbed music charts, further cementing its success. Critics also lauded the series for its heartfelt storytelling and the depth of the lead performances, adding to the growing hype. Viewers were captivated by the chemistry between the leads, and the drama quickly became a sensation. Naturally, this led to a whirlwind of promotional activities.

Mingyu and Y/N found themselves appearing on popular Korean programs to promote the drama. The First stop was Weekly Idol, where they were joined by just a few representatives from each group.

“Today, we have Mingyu, Y/N, and their castmates promoting their highly anticipated drama!” the hosts announced.

During a segment where they had to reenact memorable scenes from the drama, the hosts picked one of the kissing scenes. Mingyu and Y/N exchanged flustered glances as the cast erupted into cheers and teasing.

“Don’t worry, we won’t make you kiss again!” one of the hosts joked. “But you do have to act out the confession scene leading up to it!”

Mingyu cleared his throat, standing across from Y/N with mock seriousness. “Seo-yeon, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you,” he said dramatically, holding his hand over his heart.

Y/N, struggling to keep a straight face, delivered her line with equal intensity. “But I’m not the person you think I am.”

The host called out, “Cut!” before anyone could take it too seriously, leaving the cast and crew in stitches.

During the Dance to Your Drama OST challenge, the hosts played the emotional soundtrack that accompanied one of their romantic scenes.

“Okay, Mingyu and Y/N, act out the scene while dancing!” the host announced.

Mingyu groaned but stood up, extending a hand to Y/N. “Shall we?” he said dramatically.

Y/N rolled her eyes but took his hand, and the two attempted a slow, awkward waltz while delivering lines from their confession scene.

As the music swelled, Mingyu leaned in closer, pretending to go in for a kiss, only for Y/N to push him away playfully. “Too much,” she said with a laugh, making everyone burst into laughter.

One of the most memorable appearances was on Radio Star, where the hosts wasted no time diving into the rumors swirling around Mingyu and Y/N.

“So, Mingyu, Y/N, fans are saying your chemistry in the drama is off the charts. How much of that is acting?” Kim Gu-ra asked bluntly.

Mingyu coughed, glancing at Y/N, who remained composed. “Well, I think we both worked hard to make it convincing. It’s all thanks to Y/N’s talent.”

Y/N nodded graciously, her cool demeanor intact. “And Mingyu’s enthusiasm definitely helped bring the characters to life.”

The hosts weren’t satisfied, though. “But what about off-screen? Any moments where the line between acting and reality blurred?”

Before either could answer, Y/N’s groupmate, seated nearby, interjected with a laugh. “They rehearse a lot! Sometimes too much!”

The studio erupted into laughter, and Mingyu leaned back in his chair, groaning playfully. “Can we talk about the drama and not my life?”

On Running Man, the two groups competed in a hilarious relay race challenge. Mingyu and Y/N were paired up again, leading to plenty of lighthearted banter.

“Mingyu, carry Y/N on your back for the next part!” the PD called out.

Mingyu crouched down, grinning. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s win this.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before climbing on. “If you drop me, I’m quitting the drama,” she joked, her voice deadpan.

“Noted,” Mingyu replied, taking off with surprising speed as the other teams cheered them on.

By the end of the episode, the two had managed to win the final challenge, earning a golden trophy.

The promotional tour culminated in a live fan meeting, where fans had the chance to see the cast perform a skit from the drama. Mingyu and Y/N recreated one of the lighter, comedic moments between their characters, drawing laughter and cheers from the audience.

Afterward, during a Q&A session, a fan asked, “What was the most challenging scene to film together?”

Mingyu grinned. “For me, it was definitely the rain scene. It was so cold, and I kept worrying about Y/N’s injury.”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression softening. “For me, it was the confession scene. Mingyu kept making me laugh during rehearsals.”

The audience cooed, clearly enamored with their dynamic.

As the event wrapped up, Y/N and Mingyu stood side by side, waving to the fans. Despite the chaos of promotions, the growing connection between them was undeniable—not just on-screen, but off-screen as well.

They also appeared on "Knowing Bros," where the playful banter and games highlighted their growing camaraderie. The hosts couldn’t help but tease them about their undeniable chemistry.

As the introductions wrapped up, the hosts began playfully teasing.

“Welcome to the show!” Kang Ho-dong greeted as the two groups entered the classroom set. The idols bowed politely, though their energy was already through the roof.

As soon as everyone settled, Lee Soo-geun turned to Mingyu with a teasing smirk. “So, I heard you two have been filming a drama together. What’s it like acting with Y/N?”

Mingyu, caught off guard, scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, it’s been... interesting. She’s very professional, and I’ve learned a lot from her.”

“Professional?” Seo Jang-hoon raised an eyebrow. “That sounds suspiciously neutral. Isn’t she also intimidating?”

The cast burst into laughter as Y/N leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Y/N-ssi,” Heechul started, a sly smile on his face, “you’re usually so reserved, but in the drama, we saw another side of you. Did Mingyu help with that?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the insinuation but played along. “He helped…by staying out of my way when I needed to focus.”

Mingyu gasped in mock betrayal, eliciting laughter from everyone. “That’s not true! I was a model colleague!”

“Model colleague or model boyfriend?” Min Kyung-hoon chimed in, sparking a fresh wave of teasing.

The teasing didn’t stop there. One of the hosts brought up a behind-the-scenes clip where Mingyu was helping Y/N with her crutches, calling him her “personal assistant.” The other cast members erupted in laughter, and Seventeen’s members joined in the fun.

“It’s not just the crutches,” Seungkwan revealed with a smirk. “He even brought her favorite coffee every morning!”

Y/N shook her head, trying to stifle a laugh. “He’s just a good colleague.”

“Oh, come on, unnie,” one of Y/N’s members interjected, her tone playful. “You were smiling a lot more on set after those coffee runs.”

Mingyu grinned, leaning into the joke. “What can I say? I aim to please.”

The hosts pulled up clips from the drama to get their reactions, starting with the romantic confession scene. As the clip played, the studio was filled with exaggerated gasps and over-the-top commentary.

“Look at his eyes!” one host exclaimed, pointing to Mingyu’s intense gaze on-screen. “That’s not acting!”

Mingyu laughed, his face turning red. “It’s called being in character!”

The hosts then turned to Y/N. “And you, Y/N-ssi—your face looked so real during the confession! Was it because Mingyu said the lines differently than in rehearsals?”

Y/N smiled slightly, the corners of her lips twitching with amusement. “He added his own flair, I’ll give him that.”

“Flair, huh?” Heechul teased. “Sounds like he’s been practicing confessions off-set!”

Their group members joined in the fun. Seventeen’s Seungkwan exclaimed, “He practiced on us! He’d recite his lines, and we’d all groan because it was so cheesy!”

Meanwhile, Y/N’s group leader added, “She’d watch the clips back and say, ‘He’s not bad at this.’”

The studio erupted into laughter, leaving Mingyu and Y/N flustered but smiling.

The hosts then shifted gears into the games segment, pitting the guests against each other. The highlight was a reenactment challenge where pairs had to act out iconic scenes from Between Us.

Mingyu and Y/N were up first, tasked with recreating the confession scene.

“You have to say the lines exactly as you did on set!” Heechul insisted, pointing at Mingyu.

Mingyu stepped forward, clearing his throat dramatically. “Y/N,” he began, his tone exaggeratedly romantic, “I don’t want this to end here. Not us.”

Y/N tried to hold back her laughter as she responded, mirroring her line from the drama. “I’ve spent so long building walls around myself…”

But before she could finish, one of the hosts interrupted. “Wait, wait! That’s too serious! Do it like a rom-com parody!”

This led to a chaotic reimagining of the scene, complete with exaggerated gestures and over-the-top delivery, leaving everyone in stitches.

Kang Ho-dong clapped his hands. “Let’s start with a talent show to warm up! Y/N, I heard you’re great at emotional acting. Can you show us?”

Y/N nodded, maintaining her composure. She performed a flawless, tearful monologue from the drama, impressing everyone.

When it was Mingyu’s turn, Lee Soo-geun teased, “Are you going to cry like Y/N or show off those muscles instead?”

Mingyu grinned. “I’ll do a romantic confession!”

He turned dramatically toward Y/N and recreated a confession scene from their drama. “I’ve loved you since the first day I met you,” he said with exaggerated emotion.

Without missing a beat, Kang Ho-dong shouted, “KISS HER!”

Mingyu froze, his face turning red, while Y/N burst into laughter. “That’s not part of the script!” she exclaimed.

Seo Jang-hoon teased, “Mingyu, are you embarrassed? You didn’t seem shy during the actual kiss scene!”

In this game, Mingyu and Y/N had to guess iconic lines from their drama based on hints.

The first hint was for Y/N: “It’s from the first episode. Mingyu says this while holding your hand.”

Y/N thought hard before confidently reciting the line. “You can’t push me away every time I get close to you!”

The members applauded, but Kim Heechul teased, “She remembered it so quickly! Mingyu must’ve practiced it with her hundreds of times.”

Next, it was Mingyu’s turn. The hint was: “This line happens right before the big rain kiss scene.”

Mingyu scratched his head, pretending to struggle. “Uh... was it, ‘I can’t lose you again’?”

Y/N smirked. “Wrong. It was, ‘I’d rather get drenched in the rain than lose you.’”

The members roared with laughter. Kang Ho-dong exclaimed, “She even remembers your lines better than you!”

Mingyu shrugged with a grin. “I was too busy focusing on not slipping in the rain.”

The cast played a game where they had to pass a romantic pose down the line.

When it was Mingyu and Y/N’s turn, the pose required the “couple back hug.”

Mingyu hesitated but eventually wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders, standing awkwardly. “Is this okay?” he asked nervously.

The cast burst into laughter, with Lee Soo-geun yelling, “You’ve done more romantic things in the drama! Why are you acting shy now?”

Y/N laughed and quipped, “He’s only good when there’s a camera rolling.”

To make it more challenging, the hosts added a twist: “Now, Mingyu has to whisper a romantic line into Y/N’s ear while holding the pose.”

Mingyu groaned but leaned closer and whispered dramatically, “I’ll never let go.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “That’s from the Titanic, not our drama!”

During the iconic lie detector game, the hosts had prepared questions to stir up mischief.

Kang Ho-dong asked Mingyu, “Did you ever get nervous around Y/N while filming romantic scenes?”

Mingyu confidently replied, “No.”

The machine buzzed, indicating a lie, and the entire cast roared with laughter. “Busted!” shouted Seo Jang-hoon.

Mingyu defended himself. “I wasn’t nervous! Maybe the machine is broken!”

Next, it was Y/N’s turn. Heechul asked, “Did you ever think Mingyu was charming while filming?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before saying, “No.”

The machine buzzed again, and the cast went wild.

Mingyu leaned back in his seat, smirking. “See? I knew it!”

Y/N sighed but smiled slightly, her reserved demeanor cracking. “I said it as a joke!”

They played a telepathy challenge where Mingyu and Y/N had to pick the same answer without discussing.

The first question was: “What’s the best scene in the drama?”

Both held up their boards at the same time. Mingyu wrote “Rain kiss,” while Y/N wrote “Confession scene.”

Heechul teased, “Mingyu, you’re such a romantic! Y/N, what’s wrong with the kiss?”

Y/N chuckled. “Nothing’s wrong, but I think the confession had more emotional depth.”

The second question was: “Who messed up more takes?”

Both wrote “Mingyu” without hesitation, causing the cast to laugh hysterically.

“I can’t even argue with that,” Mingyu admitted. “I’m clumsy, okay?”

The cast decided to test Mingyu and Y/N’s teamwork through the Whisper Challenge.

Mingyu wore noise-canceling headphones while Y/N had to mouth famous lines from their drama.

The first line was, “I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you.”

Y/N mouthed it slowly, but Mingyu misunderstood. “You... want... rice?!” he shouted.

The cast erupted in laughter. “This is the most unromantic scene ever!” exclaimed Kim Heechul.

When it was Y/N’s turn to wear the headphones, Mingyu said, “I’m falling for you every day.”

Y/N guessed, “Are you... calling me your bae?”

Mingyu turned red, and Kang Ho-dong shouted, “That’s close enough! Are you his ‘bae,’ Y/N?”

Y/N laughed it off, trying to maintain her composure, but the teasing didn’t stop.

By the end of the episode, the cast teased them relentlessly, but the chemistry between Mingyu and Y/N shone through, both in their playful banter and subtle moments of sincerity. Fans watching the episode were thrilled by how natural their interactions felt, further fueling excitement for the drama.

After the games, the show ended with the Knowing Bros hosts offering their heartfelt congratulations.

“You two have amazing chemistry on and off-screen,” Kang Ho-dong said sincerely. “It’s no wonder the drama is such a hit!”

As they bid farewell, the episode had fans buzzing online. Memes of Mingyu’s mock confession, Y/N’s witty comebacks, and their synchronized game play quickly trended, further fueling excitement around their drama.

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reidmania · 4 months ago

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sharpest tool | s.reid

(chapter four, motion sickness)

'I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid. i faked it every time but that's alright. i can hardly feel anything, i hardly feel anything at all, I have emotional motion sickness somebody roll the windows down, there are no words in the english language, i could scream to drown you out'

summary; you never had someone make you feel safe enough to open up, until spencer. now trying to cope with his sudden absence you learn to lean on your new found friendship with his coworker, penelope.

warnings; fem reader, mentions of bad relationships, ghosting, commitment issues, self doubt & overthinking, preettyy angsty idk guys, no comfort yet but there is some fluff, and theres penelope & reader friendship!! reader lowkey shit talks spencer but he deserves it. reader is embarrassed & upset. reader is lowkey really mean, but shes coping guys. i think this is my favourite chapter out of all of them.

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The lights are low, casting a soft, warm glow on the room, making it feel almost too cozy for the storm of emotions swirling inside of you. Penelope sits across from you on the other side of the coffee table, her vibrant personality seeming muted for once. She’s not wearing her usual bright colors, just a simple oversized shirt and pajama pants, the kind of clothes that scream comfort. It fits the night. It fits the conversation.

“You want to talk about it?” Penelope asks, voice gentle, but still full of that spark of energy that only she has. There’s no judgment there. Her eyes made you believe there never would be.

Your fingers tug absentmindedly at a loose thread on the hem of your sweatpants, the silence stretching between you like an invisible barrier. But it’s not an uncomfortable silence. Penelope doesn’t push. She doesn’t know you well enough to push. You’re not sure how to start, not sure how to talk about something you’re still struggling to process.

The night had consisted of making cookies, watching sickeningly sweet romance films you both gushed over — there were numerous times you had to stop your mind from drifting to Spencer, and when it did, you felt a sickening ache in your stomach. For the most part, besides those moments where the room fell quiet and your mind drifted, the night had been great.

“He just... stopped,” you whisper, voice barely audible, but Penelope catches it. Her eyes soften, and she leans forward slightly, offering silent encouragement for you to continue. "One day, Spencer was there, and the next... he wasn't. Theoretically of course..”

Spencer was different to anyone else you met, or at least he seemed that way. You thought he understood you. The way he listened, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the way he made you feel like you could breathe around him. No one had ever done that for you before. But then, when things had started getting real—when you both were on the verge of making it official—he disappeared. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was a commitment issue thing. Or if he really just had been playing with you the entire time.

“I don’t understand why,” you continue, the words tumbling out faster now, as if saying them out loud will make them make sense. “One day, we were close. He’d text me every morning. He’d ask how I was feeling, what I was doing. He made me feel… seen. Like he actually cared. And then, nothing. No calls, no messages. He just—”

“Ghosted you?” Penelope finishes for you, and the bluntness of the term hits you harder than you thought it would. You nod, feeling the sting of it all over again.

“He just disappeared,” you say, the words coming out harsh, jagged. You laugh bitterly, but there’s no humor in it. “Like I wasn’t even worth an explanation.”

Penelope’s hand reaches across the table, her fingers curling around yours in a comforting squeeze. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets you sit with the weight of your own pain. But her presence, her warmth, makes it feel a little less suffocating.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Spencer… he’s complicated. I don’t know why he did this to you, but I can tell you for sure, it’s not your fault. It never was.”

You close your eyes for a second, trying to swallow down the hurt, but it lingers there, a dull ache that refuses to fade. It’s not just about Spencer ghosting you; it’s about all the hope you had pinned on him. You thought he was different, thought he could be the person who made you feel safe in a way you had never felt before.

You couldn’t help the embarrassment you felt, all you had been thinking about for days was ‘how could i be so stupid.’ You had your guard up for a reason. You didn’t date for a reason, and the fact that you had let him let you forget that. You were so mad at yourself.

You missed Spencer more than you were willing to admit. Sleep evades you, and when it comes, it’s restless—haunted by the ghost of his touch. Your limbs grew weary, not from movement but from the effort of carrying the silence he left behind.

Your lips twitch into a bitter smile. “Yeah, well, maybe that’s on me. I was stupid for thinking it would be different.”

“No. Absolutely not,” Penelope says firmly, her voice suddenly fierce in a way that surprises you. “No. You were not stupid. You opened up because he made you feel like you could, and that’s on him, not you. He gave you the signals. He made the promises, and then he broke them. Spencer—he’s got his issues. He’s been through a lot, but that doesn’t excuse what he did to you. You deserved better.”

You pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly as Penelope’s words sink in. It’s hard to believe that sometimes, that you deserved better. Spencer had made you feel like you could finally let your guard down, but in the end, it just made the hurt cut deeper. — Maybe thats all you’d ever deserve.

“He made me feel safe,” you admit, your voice breaking slightly. “Which i know sounds stupid— But— I don’t know.. I trusted him.”

“And then he took that away,” Penelope finishes, her voice softening again, filled with understanding. “It’s okay to be hurt. It’s okay to be angry. You opened up to him because you trusted him, and he didn’t treat that trust the way he should have.”

You nod, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. You hadn’t wanted to cry tonight. You hadn’t wanted to break down. But being here with Penelope, his friend, his co-worker, who was so sweet and so understanding, it’s harder to keep everything bottled up.

“I just don’t get it,” you say, voice shaking. “Why would he make me feel like I mattered, like we were something, and then just leave?”

Penelope sighs, leaning back against the couch. “Spencer’s not great at dealing with his emotions,” she explains gently. “He’s always in his head, analyzing things, trying to make sense of the world. But feelings aren’t always logical. And sometimes… sometimes he runs from things he can’t control.”

You shake your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “Well, he sure ran fast.”

Penelope gives you a sad smile, squeezing your hand again. “I know it doesn’t make it easier, but sometimes people can care about you and still hurt you. It doesn’t mean what you had wasn’t real. It just means he is an idiot.”

You stare down at your hands, the weight of her words settling on your shoulders. Maybe she’s right. Maybe Spencer did care about you in his own way, but that didn’t change the fact that he left you when you needed him most. It didn’t change the fact that you were still trying to pick up the pieces of your heart while he was nowhere to be found.

“I mean, he’s so damn smart, right? So.. So smart, always figuring things out. But apparently, figuring out how to treat people isn’t part of his skill set.”

Penelope chuckles softly, though there’s no real humor in it. “Yeah, sometimes Spencer’s great at solving every problem except the ones that really matter.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you mutter, shaking your head. The frustration still courses through your veins, and you grip the fabric of your pants tightly, trying to channel it somewhere, anywhere. “I’m not going to sit around waiting for some half-assed explanation either. If he wanted to tell me why he bailed, he would have.”

She nodded her head. “He is dumb.” She said.

A laugh passed through your lips as you nodded quickly in agreement. “How is he so smart — and sweet yet such a fucking coward? I’m so pissed that he couldn’t even end things in person — that he didn’t even say anything.” You ran your hands down your face.

Penelope smiled. Maybe you were being mean in order to deflect from the hurt in your heart and the way your brain fizzled with an overwhelming ache for the comfort of Spencer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to ask him about it?” She asked.

You were quick to shake your head. While you were desperate for an answer of what you could have possibly done — you weren’t desperate enough to go through his friends to get an answer. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing you cared so much. “No. No- Please don’t— Does he even know we have been talking?” Penelope was quick to shake her head with a grin.

“Nope! I haven’t said anything to him.. I sent a photo to JJ earlier of your bobble head collection, but I highly doubt she would’ve just shown Spencer?” She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders slightly. The words made you frown, yet glad. You didn’t care about Penelope sharing your silly bobble head collection, it was something you were very proud of.

“I don’t really care if he knows. Is it bad I hope he is really mad? Like I hope he is really really pissed off about it. Is that petty?” You tumbled out the questions as your mind swirled. You hoped he was mad because at least then in some way maybe you could believe he cared.

“Yes. Definitely petty.” Penelope nodded, a playful smile on her face. “But— If anyone has a right to be petty, it’s you.. You’re handing this better than I would. i’d want to egg his house.” She shrugged, the words made a string of laughter leave your lips.

“I really really do want to” You said honestly, “maybe then he would have to say something” It was silly, but it would lie to say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. It was childish, and immature and so petty, but leaving someone with no explanation was also just as childish and immature so in your head, it evened out.

“I reckon he would start crying” Penelope giggled.

“God I hope so.” you huffed out, running your hands through your hair before a small smile made way onto your lips as you looked up at the blonde women. The last thing you expected was to get along so quickly with the girl. You had expected it to be awkward between the two of you, but it wasn’t. You two spent hours watching silly chick-flics and laughing, before this conversation even started.

“Thank you- by the way. For this” you mumbled, referring to her just being there. She didn’t have to. She didn’t know you, she didn’t owe you anything, she was Spencer’s friend, not yours.

Penelope grinned widely, “Don’t thank me. I love boy genius but he can be such a tool sometimes without even realising it. He fucked up and you need somebody, plus who else would make sugar cookies with me?” She teased.

You curled up by Penelope’s side, smiling at her gently. You really were grateful. “Speaking of sugar cookies, do you think we could frost them yet?”

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oneofstarkskids · 9 months ago

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vulnerable

emo!wanda maximoff x reader

fluff

inspired by me sobbing over ttpd fr

summary: reader is listening to music and wanda wants to know what all the fuss is about

*not my gif*

wanda was trying to mind her own business, but as she walked past your room she heard a light sniffle.

not too loud, but just audible enough for her to become concerned. she stopped in her tracks and pressed her ear up against your door.

there it was again. the softest of shuttering sighs. wanda decided to knock. she called your name, a hint of worry evident in her tone.

you carefully opened the door. your tears had clearly been hurriedly wiped away and your eyelashes stuck together in places.

"yes?" you asked as you desperately hoped she couldn't hear your voice shaking.

wanda looked into your eyes for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. she hadn't planned this far ahead. "uh- are you alright?"

you let out an embarrassed chuckle, "yeah i'm fine."

wanda's brows knit together, "but you were crying."

you held up one of your airpods, "it was just this song i was listening to."

wanda tilted her head slightly in confusion. she'd never cried over a song before and she couldn't imagine how something as simple as music could make you feel this way.

when she didn't move, you assumed there was only one thing left to do, "do you wanna listen?"

wanda didn't know what exactly you were listening to, but she didn't care. she was always up to spend time with you. she nodded and let her expression soften a bit.

you handed the airpod to her and shut the door behind her as she made her way into your bedroom. you quickly swiped your phone out of your pocket, laid down on your bed, and hit unpause.

wanda tucked her hair behind her ear and listened to the music attentively. as she began to process the words, she turned to look at you. she pulled the device away from her ear, "why do you listen to this?"

"what do you mean?" you asked, slightly offended.

"it's so sad," wanda deadpanned.

you nodded slowly, "well...i guess it just kind of speaks to me in a way. does that make sense? like- i can't always find the words to describe how i feel, so these songs say it for me. it feels like someone seeing the most vulnerable part of your soul and validating your every thought."

you didn't even notice wanda was grinning until you were done talking. "what?" you laughed.

wanda caught her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head, "nothing."

you searched her face for a moment, trying to find answers, but you got nothing. so you decided to just close your eyes and feel the music.

a couple of minutes passed by and you felt wanda's soft fingers intertwine with your own. you were surprised and almost opened your eyes, but you were afraid it would ruin the moment and she'd pull her hand away.

instead, you just held on tightly to her as if you may never touch her again. and with her laying so close to you, and the sweetest melody ringing in your ears, you hoped and prayed that someday she might feel the same way you did.

#marvel #mcu #fanfiction #avengers #marvel fluff #fluff #marvel wlw #wlw #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #emo wanda x reader #marvel women #ttpd

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faithlia · 2 months ago

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TASTE ME ₊⊹

english isn't my first language!

A horror movie night with your new boyfriend turns into an entire session of unnoticed touching, passionate kissing and a little more...

warnings: fluff, suggestive, smut, oral sex (matt receiving), long plot, light mentions of horror...

hope you enjoyˎˊ˗

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Sleeping at your boyfriend's house for the first time made you nervous. Matt was an amazing and respectful boyfriend, you couldn't be less worried, but what really made you nervous were the endless possibilities that you could make happen.

You and Matt had only been dating for a month, and this was all so new. He was always so kind and tender with you, even if occasionally he tried to tease you more than he should have.

That was the big obstacle, the flea behind your ear, you really wanted to give in to those provocations. Maybe it wasn't right to say, but you would definitely have asked him to fuck you on the first date...

What? You can't resist his blue eyes and that damned naughty smile.

When he invited you to spend the night with him – since Chris and Nick would be out of the house –, you couldn't refuse. The way he sounded so confused on the phone made you smile, loving how he was getting his words mixed up.

Now, as you finish putting on your sweatpants after your shower, you hear Matt say from the other side of the door: "Hey, the pizza is here!" You smile, fixing your hair and walk out the door, smelling the delicious smell of pizza. When you enter the room, you see Matt chewing on a slice, sitting in your chair, relaxed. He can't help but sneak a glance at your chest, watching your nipples against the fabric of your shirt. Luckily for him, you don't even notice. You take a slice and sit comfortably on the bed.

"Oh, no, no." Matt hisses, nudging your leg with his foot. "What's wrong?" you ask, confused.

"Get up, I don't want crumbs on my blanket." he answers, trying to sound audible through his full mouth.

"Matt, you climb into your bed with your shoes on."

"I know, but I just cleaned my room." he really didn't care about crumbs, Matt just liked to tease and irritate. He tried to look serious and you just rolled your eyes.

"Then grab me a chair." you said, finishing your meal. Some crumbs did fall on the floor, but they were on the floor.

Matt shook his head and you frowned.

"Look at the mess you made." He pointed his finger at your feet.

"I'm not sitting on the floor!" you exclaimed, standing up to grab another slice from the table next to Matt. He wiped his hands on his napkin, taking a quick sip of his soda and then said, "Sit here." referring to his lap. He raised his eyebrows, biting his lip.

You blushed, but that was nothing new; he loved to make dirty jokes with you. You shrugged, sitting on one of his thighs and Matt immediately put his arm around your waist, feeling proud.

"You're an idiot."

"What movie are we going to watch?" he asks, ignoring your complaint as he watches you eat.

Yeah, all that closeness was weird but, come on, you couldn't help it, not even Matt. It was that weird feeling that came from the bottom of your stomach until it stopped in your throat like an unlikely sigh. You felt your heart beat faster and faster when those simple things with him happened. And you liked it when he was teasing and, mainly, when he acted like that naughty guy. It was all so amazing.

"Hmm", you try to chew and swallow the pizza before saying: "Can we watch The Conjuring 2?" you look at him with pleading eyes.

"That movie is so fucking old, let's watch Terrifer-"

"Ugh, no. I hate gore." you interrupt him, shifting on Matt's lap and this creates a voluptuous feeling in him.

"I-I can't watch supernatural horror alone. I've already watched the first The Conjuring movie with my friends, but, it's just... I fell asleep when they were watching part two..." Matt laughs out loud when you finish eating, looking for napkins to clean your fingers and mouth. He watches you shamelessly take his soda and drink the whole thing, but he doesn't say anything, after all, he had forgotten to get a glass for you too.

"Are you saying that I'm supposed to protect you?" Matt starts to turn the chair slightly, making you snuggle closer to him.

"I'm saying that if any spirit or demon shows up here, I'm going to offer you as tribute." You laugh at your own comment.

"What did you say?" Matt pretends to be angry and starts touching your sensitive spots, making you laugh out loud. You scream loudly when he advances the tickling and quickly gets off his lap, falling straight onto the bed.

He comes on top of your body and you can't stop laughing, shouting several no's as you feel his hands on your skin. However, after a few seconds, he stops tickling you to kiss you softly.

Matt is holding your arms beside your head. "You taste like pizza." you whisper breathlessly against his lips, delighting in the pressure of his body against yours.

"Oh, really?" he doesn't hold back the comment and bites your lower lip. You curse at him but Matt reprimands you with more kisses, a low growl in your mouth when you run your feet over his calves.

The make-out session leaves you slightly aroused and Matt couldn't be closer to having a hard-on and bending you against the bed. However, before the intrusive thoughts get the better of him, you break the kiss. "Can we watch the movie?" you ask with the expression of an abandoned puppy.

Matt gets off of you with a neutral expression, he agrees that he can and tells you to put a movie on the TV. He takes the pizza box to the kitchen, and in the meantime you go to the bathroom to wash your hands, thinking you've ruined the moment.

But you wouldn't want to be fucked by fingers with traces of cheese, would you?

You turn off the lights in the room, lying comfortably on the bed with the soft covers warming you and the fluffy pillow cradling you. You grab the TV remote and quickly turn it to Max, accessing the streaming search bar and finding the movie, waiting for Matt to show up.

A few seconds later, Matt closes the door behind him and walks slowly to the bed. He lies down next to you, holding your body against his – his hands are cold so you assume he's washed them. He grunts with his eyes closed as he snuggles under the warm blanket. His face is very close to your breasts, but you don't mind and put the movie on.

The first scenes start, and you're paying too much attention to even notice that Matt isn't watching the movie – his eyes are closed and his lips are half-open, but he's not sleeping; he's just resting and imagining all the things he'd like to do to you.

He knew you were a virgin, and even though it sometimes seemed like you wanted to go further with the kissing and touching, he felt reclusive about touching you more, not wanting to pressure you. You spent too much time rubbing against each other for Matt not to have at least squeezed your breasts through your shirt or rubbed his cock against your pussy, but you always seemed reluctant to continue and would slowly pull away.

Even though Matt wasn't that kind of guy, you were afraid of giving in completely and ending up getting hurt right from the start. It's silly, but Matt is so hot and perfect that it occasionally scares you. Even though you had gotten over the awkward phase in, what? two weeks after meeting him, and had been his friend for 6 months of pure stalling and teasing, now being his girlfriend was a completely different thing. You were hornier than any pervert in existence, and resisting Matt was a cruel punishment.

Being a naughty virgin was your fate, but you did your best to make sure Matt didn't recognize that side of you. Once again, if it weren't for your anxious conscience and your creative ability to create disastrous false palpitations, you would have asked Matt to take your virginity, not on the first date, but perhaps on the first day you met him. Who could blame you?

Your hands discreetly went to his hair, giving him a passionate caress. "Baby, aren't you going to see the movie?" you ask very quietly and Matt mumbles something indecipherable, still with his eyes closed. He shifts trying to find a comfortable position, running his hand over your belly and intertwining his legs with yours.

A few minutes pass and you feel his touches become more constant. Under those circumstances, the movie seemed boring with every movement he made, leaving you anxious. Without any shame, Matt found a perfect place to stick his face - between your breasts. You clicked your tongue, laughing. "What's wrong?" he asks innocently, intensifying his grip on your waist.

"Nothing," you reply, pressing your own hand against his, silently asking him not to stop, but Matt had other plans; he drags his curiosity to your hip, playing with his fingers on your lower belly, which gives you goosebumps. But suddenly, in the movie, when the scene of Lorraine being surprised by Valak occurs, you jump out of your skin. "Holy shit", you curse in a hiss. Matt shifts to look at you. He is obviously oblivious to the movie, starting to place chaste kisses on your neck, which doesn't bother you.

Slowly, he raises his face to kiss your mouth – which you accept willingly, closing your eyes, deepening the kiss. Maybe, you weren't really paying attention to the movie, but rather using it as a distraction. Either way, fuck it.

"Matt.." you try to get his attention, but it's useless, especially now that he has his hand on your breast, pinching your nipple, instigating you more and more. "Wait.. wait.." you whisper, gently pushing his shoulders away.

He pulls away, still with one hand on your chest. You look for the control and pause the movie where no character is in the scene. He bites his lip, with the feeling of his hard cock shrinking his pants and goes back to kissing you hurriedly.

You let out a few moans when Matt stops playing with your nipple to grope your ass and leave a hot slap. You whimper at the burning, letting out a drawn-out moan. "Sorry, princess." Matt stops the kiss to say it on your mouth. "Did it hurt?" he asks, clearly teasing you.

You nod and he positions himself between your legs, slapping your ass once more, which makes you stand up against his hips, feeling the bulge in his pants. Without ceremony, Matt does something you would have done a long time ago if it weren't for your shyness – he takes your hand to his cock, pressing it hard, eliciting a loud moan from yourself.

"Mmhm, fuck, you're so hard." you point out the obvious, mesmerized by the moment. Matt smiles into your mouth, moaning in agreement. All your inclinations become hasty and you can't resist letting your excitement speak louder when you ask, eagerly: "C-can I see?"

That was music to Matt's ears.

"Sure." he says, his voice hoarse. Given that situation, it was unlikely not to be a little nervous – I mean, you're about to see his dick, your boyfriend's dick. Before Matt can change position, you say: "Wait, shit. Holy shit, what the fuck."

Matt laughs at you for your excessive use of profanity. "What?" he asks, petting your leg.

"I've never seen a dick before..."

"I know, baby–"

"I mean, I've seen some." Matt looks confused, and your eyes widen. "But not really!" you exclaim hurriedly. Matt opens his mouth several times until you continue babbling, "Fuck, I really want to suck you, but I'm afraid of doing something wrong, you know."

"Mmmm. I get it." He leans closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck; you don't stop to rub his back with your long nails. "Sorry. I don't want to discourage you."

"You're not," he says soothingly. "I don't want to pressure you into anything– "

Before Matt can say any more comforting words, you pull him into a kiss – moving your tongue against his. With some difficulty, you try to cling to his body and he pulls you easily so that you are sitting on top. You sigh anxiously, reaching into his pants without warning. You feel the thickness of his cock against your hand, jerking him from top to bottom until your boyfriend puts his hand on top of yours. "Not like that, baby." He sounds gentle, pushing his movements from bottom to top, teaching you. "Like this?" you ask lightly, squeezing a little harder, making him hiss.

"Just don't squeeze too hard." you instinctively stop your movements to apologize, but he just tells you it's okay, urging you on.

The sounds Matt is making sends mind-blowing vibrations to your covered pussy – you're so wet and you can feel the moisture spreading across your groin. You pull away from Matt's mouth so you can look at your hand wrapped around his thick cock. Your mouth is watering and Matt notices your excitement, soon lightly forcing your head against his tip, which you gladly accept.

You feel the softness of his cock against your tongue, sucking delicately, respecting your own inexperience. Matt feels an incredible sense of pleasure as you prepare to suck him, he holds your hair, causing you a terribly pleasurable pressure. You fear your foolishness, wanting more of that weight in your mouth and putting the entire length inside, until the tip touches your throat.

You clearly choke, coughing. Matt tries to calm you down, although he wanted you to do it again, he is patient. He couldn't deny that the image of you so vulnerable like that made him more stimulated. Fucking your pussy felt as good as fucking your capricious mouth.

"Sorry." you say, with red and swollen lips, waiting for him to announce what you should do. Matt hisses, he bites his lips in reverie, wanting more than anything to cum in your beautiful mouth. "Okay! You're doing so good, fuck."

It was nothing new to you what to do during a blowjob. For a moment, the nervousness escaped your body. You dared to spit on the tip, touching him the way Matt had taught you. You leaned into a more pleasurable position, with your ass up, leaving Matt bewildered, and once again put his penis inside your warm mouth.

At certain moments, without meaning to, you let your teeth brush against the length, being reprimanded by a light tug on your hair. You continue your movements, choking and perfecting yourself in making your boyfriend cum. Your mouth doesn't limit itself to making obscene sounds and Matt moans, feeling the throbs of his orgasm rising. He doesn't stop himself from stretching his arm to run his long fingers against your clitoris, making you whimper at the unexpected touch. He moves forward, sloppy, because of the position.

You continue sucking, until Matt can no longer hold back; he forcefully pulls your head away. "Look at the mess you made." he smiles and you have a deja-vu of him saying those same words to you a few minutes ago. Matt masturbates for a few more seconds until he spurts jets of cum into your mouth, moaning louder than you could imagine.

You swallow without thinking and he pulls you to kiss your mouth, tasting himself.

"Are you sure you've never sucked a dick before?" he asks and you shake your head, driven by a surprising need to give it to him.

You don't restrain Matt when he starts taking off your clothes, kissing your entire body and making sure to lick and eat out your pussy very well.

At the end of the night, when you're both sleeping clinging to each other, the question that remains is: did the demon that was in the corner of the room all this time need to see that whole scene?

Happy belated Halloween 🎃

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolos #matt sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt #matt x y/n #matt x reader #matt x you #spooky season #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt imagine #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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limethefirst · 2 months ago

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Void Runners Pt. 3

pairings: Deadpool x Wolverine x teen!reader

warnings: heavy Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, crude humor, violence, swearing

summary: Since being saved by Wade after your encounter with Cassandra, Logan makes you lead the way in the wasteland in hopes you know where they are.

Part 1 / Part 2

a/n: Per-chance I may have disappeared but that doesn't mean I won't finish this story, sorry for being gone so long, please forgive me with this 2000 word update! Enjoy the long awaited part 3

Currently the three of you were all walking through a grassy field, Wade was annoying Logan like usual as you walked in front of them—to be completely honest you were exactly sure where you were going but you knew you’d get there.

It was like the blind leading the blind but they didn't know that.

As they continued to discuss whatever...dumb things Wade could produce, a loud bark rang in the distance, seemingly catching everyone's attention.

You looked forward, as a strange little dog began to run into view. It was ugly, in an oddly cute way, it's tongue jumping up and down with each step it took.

Logan had a disgusted look on his face, while Wade seemed star struck. Wade began to take his mask off, his mouth agape; as the dog got closer the man fell to his knees, and opened his arms, letting the creature jump up on him and lick his face.

"Look at you!" Wade exclaimed, clearly excited, "She's coming with us,"

"No she's not," The man in yellow protested, obviously not wanting the extra company.

While they bickered you took the opportunity to get a closer look at the dog, it made a strange noise as you did. Although you could tell it enjoyed the affection it was being given.

"Sorry, sorry about that girl!" A voice rang, the group turning to look, saw a, what seemed to be more attractive Deadpool with long hair.

You looked between both men, confused at seeing two Deadpool's at once, more so one that said 'sorry' upon first interaction, "Who are you?" Wade asked, noticeably confused.

The other man stopped for a second to catch his breath, "Oh, I'm Deadpool, and I guess you're Deadpool too," He gestured to the Wade you've been traveling with, "But in here, everybody calls me 'Nicepool'."

You snickered at the name, the thought of a nice Deadpool now in your mind.

"Oh my goodness, wait till you see Ladypool. She is gorgeous," Nicepool began to ramble on, "She just had a baby too and.. woosh. Can't even tell." He told you guys, making a gesture with his hands to show you guys what he meant.

Logan gave him a confused face, while Wade added on, "I don't think you're supposed to say that."

"That's okay," Nicepool told you three, as his right hand went over his heart, "I identify as a feminist."

No longer being able to hold in your laughter from this entire interaction you let out an audible snort/chuckle.

All three men looked at you, Wade had a subtle hint of amusement within his eyes, Logan was just confused and Nicepool looked disappointed you'd laugh at the fact he's a feminist.

"Right," Wade said, deadpanning. Before he suddenly perked up, his attention caught by something, "Are those gold-plated 50 caliber Desert Eagle pistoleros?"

" 'Course, to match my ear huggie," Nicepool responded, a smile on his face while he showed off his gold.

"Can I have 'em?" Wade asked, sounding like a child wanting to open their birthday gifts early.

Nicepool laughed at him, "Over my dead body!" He responded still smiling.

You grimaced at the man, "You're gonna regret saying that to him.." you said, knowing Wade would take it seriously.

"You're fun!" He said looking between you and Wade, "And I guess you've already met Mary Puppins, AKA Dogpool. Careful where you touch her, she's 90% g-spot and she'll let you know it."

You looked back at the dog as Wade adjusted her in his arms.

"You let this little flirt out of your sight for one second and she starts shopping for a new papa!" Nicepool exclaimed, still smiling throughout the whole interaction.

You looked back towards Wade only to see Mary Puppins licking his lips and mouth, slightly disturbed by the strange sight.

"If you can't be a responsible pet owner then maybe you don't deserve this little unicorn!" Wade spoke as if a dog wasn't literally eating at his face.

Nicepool only smiled at him and put his hands together, "Guilty on all charges your honor. Shan't happen again" Nicepool bowed to Wade.

"Why are you so nice?" Wade asked, confused why this alternative version of him was so strange.

Nicepool once again smiled at him, "It cost nothing to be kind."

"Shutting the fuck up is also free," Logan added on, seemingly annoyed at the fact he was surrounded by technically three Deadpool's.

"Caliente!"

"This is Logan, he's usually shirtless but he let himself go since the divorce." Wade introduced as he tilted his head towards Logan, "And this little thing right here is Y/N, they're our little time jumper!" You wave a small wave, not wanting to be rude. Nicepool gave you a smile.

"Where's your mask?" Wade asked, a look of suspicion and maybe even a hint of envy on his face.

Nicepool, although still smiling, gave a confused look before regaining his happy demeanor, "Come on guys," He pointed at his face, a knowing look on his face.

Logan just looked disgusted and Wade was annoyed, "Ugh this guy, we're looking for a group of survivors."

"Oh they're out there, but merc to merc, you better hope you don't run into the Deadpool corp, yeah they're crazy!" Nicepool began to explain who they were and what they do, you've been in the void long enough to know who they were, fortunate enough to have never come face to face with them.

You didn't listen much after that conversation, only being asked by Nicepool if these hooligans were bothering you and if you'd like to go with him instead but you declined, more interested in leaving this place then having to be stuck with another Deadpool for the rest of eternity.

As you three were led through what seemed to be a corn maze you stumbled upon a car, that Wade did not seem to like one bit.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not, nu-uh what the- No, no" Wade continued to protest.

"Just get in the car" Logan told him, his tone already showing how he was getting annoyed.

"What's wrong with the car?" You asked Wade confused on why he didn't want to get in.

Wade looked offended when you asked him that, "This isn't a car, this is a Honda fuckin' Odyssey, throttle response sucks a cock, dated infotainment system. When Honda saw that the untreated chlamydia was makin' a comeback, they invented the Honda Odyssey to compete."

You looked at Wade, shocked at how much hate he held for the Honda Odyssey and at the relation he was able to make between chlamydia and a car.

"Get in the fucking car."

Nicepool smiled, his creepy little happy smile, "She'll get you there safe and sound, old Besty always does." Both you and Logan walked up to the car, getting ready to leave as soon as possible, "You're gonna have to give me my dog back though."

"I know. Listen, yes child.." Wade spoke to Mary Puppin's, as he pet her, showing his strange attachment to the furball, "If you ever wanna give her up, or if she needs a new home or if something should.. happen to you, I'd love to be her papa."

Nicepool laughed at Wade's subtle threat, "What would ever happen to me?"

Casually Wade replied, "Lots of stuff," This time the threat didn't seem to go over Nicepool's head.

He gave both you and Logan a nervous look, you could only reply with a sigh before you nudged Logan with your elbow, nodding towards Wade and the dog.

He sighed before standing up and walking towards the two, "Jesus" He muttered under his breathe.

Wade catching on quickly turned away, trying to run into the corn maze, being met with clear failure. "No! We're running away!"

You shook your head in disapproval still leaning on the car, "Give me that." Logan said grabbing the small dog from Wade's arms.

"We were so close girl" He tells Mary Puppins before she is given back to her rightful owner.

Logan handed Mary Puppins back to Nicepool, which then let him get into the car, while Wade slowly entered as well, clearly upset he wasn't able to take her with him. You got in as well, in the backseat of the car, giving a small wave to the little dog and her weird happy owner.

Logan started the car and began the long drive, giving you a little time to rest. Shockingly Wade didn't really speak much, until Logan got to the forest.

"Okay, I'm just gonna ask," Wade started off with, you slowly opened your eyes, still leaning against the window, your arms crossed as you listened in, "What's with the suit? First thing I did when I flamed out I took mine off."

"Drop it," Logan warned him.

"It's not that ugly,"

"Stop talking about my suit."

"Did you make it yourself? Been there."

"Quit. Now."

"The X-Men make you wear it? Those sons of fuckin' bitches. They are not your friends I'll tell you that!" Wade was not getting the hint at all, Logan looked as if he was about to burst, "Friends don't let friends leave the house looking like they fight crime for the Los Angeles Rams."

Logan replied snappily, not even looking away from the road for a second, "Shut the fuck up about this"

"Woah woah woah, watch your frown lines, angel baby, I'm just trying to bond a little bit."

"Yeah, well then talk about somethin' else," Logan let out an annoyed scoff.

"Fine!" Wade hesitantly said, you let out a quick sigh, thankful that Wade realized he should keep his mouth shut. Slowly you began to close your eyes again, hoping to get a little nap in during this ride.

Slowly but surely you drifted off to sleep, the exhaustion of today finally catching up with you. Although the peace wouldn't last long.

You had at least 15 seconds of nap time before the cars sudden stop made you hit your head against the back of Wade's seat.

"Ow!" You exclaimed, grabbing your forehead in your hands, Logan glanced at you, a glint of what you could only assume was worry evident on his face, before he turned back towards Wade.

"What do you mean if?" Logan's voice was raised, mad at whatever Wade had told him during your 15 second nap.

"I mean-"

"You lied to me, you don't have a fucking clue of they can help me fix things do you?"

"No I mean-" Before Wade could even finish his sentence Logan had let out his metal claws, digging them into Wade's leg.

You jumped back, a look of fear on your face, not worried that'd they attack you but that you'd get caught in the cross fire.

"Kid, get out of the car, now" Logan said, not even looking at you, his eyes stilled fixed on Wade. You knew you didn't have to listen twice, you quickly unlocked the door and jogged over to the thickest tree, hopping to use it as protection as the two men fought.

You thought the worst of it was over, you'd heard them yell a bit and assumed it was over once it went quiet but before you could walk back up to the car you saw Logan get thrown out of the car, that right there was your sign this would be an even longer day then it already was.

You watched for a bit before ultimately sitting down against a nearby tree and deciding you might as well take that nap now. You covered your ears and slowly drifted off to sleep.

You began to stir awake when you felt some arms around you and you heard the car turning on, but you assumed it was just one of them men thinking it was best to keep going on with the journey, so you put aside that thought and went back to sleep.

Until you suddenly were jolted awake by the sudden voice and quick movement of Wade, yelling what you assume was Thor.

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lilmoonbunny · 1 year ago

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Denial; Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft only seeked you out to deduce you (aka, how Mycroft realised he liked you).

John and Sherlock were, without a doubt, the loudest neighbours that Y/N had ever had.

Gunshots at God only knows what hour, constant stabbing, banging, and so on. Despite this, she still considered them dear friends and the best neighbours that she had ever had. Sure, they were weird and loud, but they were also kind and genuine, at least for the most part. Alongside this, they also appreciated her baking, especially after long cases.

A gentle knock sounded on the door the 221B catching the attention of three people.

“You can come in, Y/N,” Sherlock called from behind the door, greeting the woman with a nod before turning his attention back to Mycroft whilst John smiled at her.

“Hi, Sherly. Hi, John.” She smiled at the two friends before turning to the older Holmes brother. “Hi, Mr Holmes.” Y/N greeted him with a smile. Although she hadn’t met him before, it wasn’t difficult to deduce who he was; the expensive suit and the fact Sherlock was glaring at him gave it away.

“Sherly?” Mycroft spat, grimacing at the nickname given to his brother. “Who on Earth would you let call you that?” He asked.

“This is Y/N, our neighbour. What have you brought for us today? I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” The sweet smile Sherlock gave to the woman made Mycroft feel ill. He had no clue who this woman was and absolutely no idea why they seemed to be this close.

“Chocolate cake, sugar cookies, and love.” She joked, beginning to laugh at the way Mycroft audibly gagged. “I’m only kidding. No love.”

“I should certainly hope not,” came Mycroft’s response, one which simply made her laugh again.

“Are you jealous, Mycroft?”

“Because of the cake, he is.” Sherlock interrupted, waving Myrcoft off. “No, I won’t take the case. You can leave now.”

“This is an urgent matter, brother mine.”

“Don’t care.”

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, Mycroft lifted himself to his feet and prepared to leave.

“I’ll leave these with you, just in case you change your mind. Goodbye brother mine. John.” The hesitation was obvious on Mycroft’s face, despite how well he typically hid his emotions, as he faced Y/N.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Holmes.” Y/N smiled sweetly, earning a simple nod from him before he left.

Sherlock, who had leaned to grab the tub of baked goods from the woman’s hands, rolled his eyes as Mycroft left and immediately began to eat.

It wasn’t long until Y/N’s entire life had been researched.

There wasn’t much there. No criminal record, a few jobs, occasional moves, but no sign of her posing any danger to Sherlock and, by association, John. However, the way Mycroft felt upon seeing her was unusual, so he decided to do his own investigation.

“Morning, Mr Holmes,” he was greeted before he reached the empty counter. “Welcome to my bakery! Would you like anything?”

“Just a coffee, please. Black.” Mycroft nodded, not returning the smile she had given, despite the odd feeling it gave him. She was evil and he would prove it to Sherlock.

“Coming right up! Take a seat wherever you’d like, and I’ll bring it over.”

As Mycroft occupied a seat, he took a moment to properly assess the woman making his drink.

She didn’t seem threatening: a content smile on her lips as she prepared his coffee, humming a quiet tune that he barely picked up on. In fact, she didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all, but the feeling when he first saw her – a feeling Mycroft couldn’t explain – had him needing to investigate her further.

“Here you go, Mr Holmes.” Y/N said, placing a hot coffee and chocolate cake on the table in front of him. “Sherlock mentioned that you like cake, so I grabbed you some. It’s all on the house.”

“Why?”

With a small laugh, she responded without hesitation. “You’re Sherlock’s brother.”

How odd, Mycroft thought to himself. She doesn’t even know me and she’s giving me things for free…

Despite his thoughts, Mycroft simply nodded, watching as she took a seat opposite him. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s quiet today so I figured I’d try and keep you company the best I can. I’m sure you have better company than me, though.”

“I don’t mind,” he replied before even thinking. It was safe to say that he didn’t enjoy the way his chest felt whilst he watched her smile.

Maybe she’s a witch? No, don’t be stupid, Mycroft. They don’t exist.

“So,” Y/N’s voice broke the man from his thoughts. “It’s a funny story how me, Sherlock, and John met. I was actually working and Sherlock bursts in demanding to talk to me. My baking stuff had been found at a crime scene and he thought it was me!”

“How interesting.” Came Mycroft’s blunt reply, even if he was intrigued.

“You listened to it, so you must care, even just a little bit. I think that’s a win for me!”

Mycroft couldn’t help the tiniest smile that crawled onto his lips, but he internally prayed that nobody noticed it, especially her. She, however, seemed oblivious to the movement, simply staring over his shoulder and out of the window.

“Anyway, what was he like growing up? Was he like he is now? Blunt and rude?” Y/N asked with a giggle.

“He wasn’t, actually. He was rather sweet. He liked playing pretend with his friend; he always wanted a dog too.” Came Mycroft’s reply. “His favourite thing was pirates.” He said with a fond look in his eyes. Sherlock wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that he had told her, but he couldn’t resist answering her question.

Mycroft watched closely as the woman in front of him grinned, the bright and happy smile a nice contrast to what he was used to whilst working with the government. He couldn’t help but smile back, noting how her smile widened further as he did so.

“That’s sweet. I couldn’t imagine that, to be honest,”

It was time to ask the question that was on his mind. “Are you attracted to Sherlock?”

“Sherlock?” Y/N said, bursting into laughter. “No, absolutely not. He’s more like an annoying older brother. Same with John. We’re just friends, and, well, neighbours too.”

Confusion spread over Mycroft as she felt the weight on his shoulders lift at her words; she was telling the truth.

“How is she?” Sherlock asked the moment he answered the phone.

“How is who?” Mycroft’s voice sounded through the device.

“Y/N,”

“Why do you assume that I know?”

“It’s obvious you were there earlier.”

“…”

“Well, that and Mrs Hudson told us.”

“Of course she did.” Mycroft said with an involuntary roll of his eyes.

“So, how was it?”

“It was fine.”

“You like her then?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, you went to see her. It’s quite obvious, Mycroft. Come on, I thought you were smarter than that.”

Mycroft simply put the phone down.

He did not like her.

The next time that Mycroft came across Y/N was when it was raining.

He hadn’t wanted to seem ‘creepy’ by seeking her out again for more investigations and deductions, so he simply waited. She was friends with his brother, it wasn’t like their paths wouldn’t cross at some point. Besides, he didn’t want Sherlock to think that he liked her.

“Raining real bad tonight, isn’t it?” The driver spoke to Mycroft. He was new, so Mycroft couldn’t exactly blame him for attempting some type of conversation with him; it was still annoying, though.

Anthea, looking up from her phone was what caught Mycroft’s attention. “I feel bad for her.” She said, nodding towards a soaked woman. It only took Mycroft a moment to realise who it was.

“Pull over,” he stated bluntly, grabbing his umbrella. He simply ignored the look he was receiving from his assistant.

It had been a long day filled with rude customers, and to make it worse, it was raining, and she had forgotten her coat. Today couldn’t be going any worse for Y/N.

Shivering wildly and soaked to the core, Y/N huffed, watching the way her breath instantly evaporated; it was clearly below freezing, but she held out hope that the rain would stop and she would be home soon.

Her hope seemed to pay off, though, since she could no longer feel the rain. As she looked up at the sky, she spotted a familiar face.

“Mycroft?”

“Y/N.”

“What are you-“

“Get in.” He said, pointing towards the car before wordlessly leading her towards it, still holding the umbrella above her, even if he was getting wet.

“You don’t have to, Mycroft.” She said as he ushered her in and shut the door behind them both. “I mean, I’m soaking your car!”

Mycroft, who could feel the heat on his cheeks from their proximity, simply shook his head. He was too focused on the way her leg was pressed against his as she sat between him and Anthea who stared at her phone with a small smirk.

The ride was void of conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, the only noise was that of Y/N shivering.

After a moment of hesitation, Mycroft shrugged off his jacket and handed her it. “Here.”

There was no chance of refusal, Mycroft wouldn’t allow it, so with a quiet ‘thanks’, Y/N popped the jacket over her shoulders. He just found the chattering of her teeth annoying, was what he told himself.

As they arrived at the flats, Mycroft followed her out of the car.

“Thank you, Mr Holmes.” She said as they stood on the door of her flat.

“Mycroft is fine, Y/N.”

“Thank you… Mycroft.” She said with a small smile before bidding him a goodnight.

“I see you gave her your jacket,” Was all Sherlock said as Mycroft entered 221B.

It was hard. Very hard. Harder than anything Y/N had ever experienced. Having a crush was not easy as it was, but having feelings for Mycroft Holmes was the hardest thing in the world: he rarely showed emotion, he was blunt, he was rude, but most importantly to her, deep down, he was nice.

A small sigh left Y/N’s lips as she worked on her latest batch of cookies for the morning. He was on her mind… again. It was a common occurrence by now.

“We’re not open yet, sorry!” She called over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. As she turned around to see who it was and apologise again, a blush rushed to her cheeks. “Mycroft! What are you doing here?”

Mycroft stood there, umbrella in hand, and gave a simple shrug. “I was on my way to work so thought I would ‘pop in’ as people say.” He explained, earning a laugh from the baker.

“Modern phrases don’t suit you, Mycroft.” She teased.

With an amused shake of his head, Mycroft took a seat at the table nearest her.

“Want some cookies? They’re fresh out of the oven!”

Mycroft nodded with a grateful smile, always glad to have sweet treats. He would never turn down anyone’s desserts, least of all Y/N’s; not because he liked her and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but because she was a good baker.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence, Mycroft gladly eating his cookies with an appreciative look whilst Y/N worked on her next batch. There was nothing awkward between them, and there, surprisingly, never had been.

“Are you not at work today?” Y/N broke the silence with a question that was bugging her. She could have sworn Mycroft had always worked this time over the months that she had known him.

Mycroft hesitated for a moment. He was supposed to be there right now but had decided to visit you before. It wasn’t like anyone could fire him for it, he was basically the British government, after all.

“Not yet,” he lied, and he was glad that he was a good liar.

“Oh, okay! I’m happy you came then. I don’t want to bother you.”

“You could never be a bother,” the words fell from his lips before he even registered what his thoughts, and he noticed the blush race up her cheeks, as did she with his.

“Thank you, Mycroft.”

As he stared at her and her rosy cheeks, a million thoughts went through his mind, but they were all related to one thing: her. It was in that moment that he realised the truth, he did like Y/N, and he had been attracted to her since the beginning; that was what he was feeling.

Oh dear…

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wdcbox · 19 days ago

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escape⠀⠀⋆·˚ ༘ *⠀⠀lando norris.

pairing. lando norris x gn-platonic!reader.

word count. 1.3k.

summary. a night out to forget the past turns into a moment of healing, as you find unexpected support from a distant friend: lando.

warnings. mentions of depression, alcohol and ex-relationships.

ellis’ addition. once again, please send me some rqs pretty pretty please! hope you lot enjoy this one <3 dedicated to the lovelies @lechrts @therealplaguedoctor and @planetpedri ♡

the club was alive, a pulsing mass of energy that swallowed you whole. music thumped in your chest, a low bass that made the floor beneath your feet vibrate. neon lights painted streaks of pink and blue across the dark, smoky air, catching the glitter on your dress and making it shimmer. you were supposed to feel invincible tonight – this outing desperately needed as a form of a pick-me-up. you had promised yourself this was your moment to let go, to dance, to laugh, to forget.

the past few weeks had rolled on painfully slow as you became stuck in your head. you denied that you were depressed – saying this was one of your spouts of seasonal sadness – but none of your friends believed you. after all, they knew you more than you knew yourself – maybe even too much.

you let your body sway on the dance floor in a huddled circle with your friends, some 2000s club music working to drown out your thoughts. part of you felt free – alive again – as you moved your body to the beat. your worries started to float away in the wind, the slightest bit of intoxication overtaking you.

just as you began to relax, you saw him. dylan.

your breath caught in your throat, your heart freezing mid-beat. dylan was at the bar, casually leaning against it like he owned the place. his dark hair was slightly mussed, his leather jacket the same one he’d worn on your first date with him. he hadn’t changed. if anything, the months since your breakup had only made him more self-assured, more magnetic – and that made it worse.

with a deep sigh, you slowed your dancing, your cocktail trembling in your hand. a wave of nausea rolled through you, panic prickling at the edges of your mind. with a sharp turn, your eyes scanned the crowd for an escape. your friend julia had disappeared to the bathroom and maddison was near the entrance sizing up a man. you felt hopeless, but thats when your eyes found lando.

lando wasn’t dancing like the others. he stood on the edge of the dance floor, drink in hand, his easy smile lighting up as your gaze met with his. though It only faded the moment he saw the look on your face.

“hey,” lando spoke, stepping closer. his voice was warm, steady, cutting through the noise like a lifeline. “you okay?” his voice was a bit louder, giving you the ability to hear his words over the loud bass of the music.

you swallowed hard, your throat dry. you hated to be so vulnerable, so open to lando, but he was offering help that you desperately needed. you let out a sigh, motioning over your shoulder, “dylan’s here.” the words felt foreign on you tongue, like admitting them would somehow make it worse.

lando’s brows knitted together. he wasn’t completely familiar with what had happened between you and dylan, but he was aware the breakup was quite nasty. lando has heard stories from friends, yet he found himself out of the loop.

obviously, seeing your ex at a bar wasn’t the best thing that could happen, but lando itched to know what had happened. despite his slight cluelessness, the look on your face told him everything he needed to know: dylan was anything but a good guy.

“where?” lando questioned, his eyes beginning to scan the room. you tilted your head toward the bar, too afraid to turn and confirm what you’d seen. lando’s expression darkened as he followed your gaze, his normally relaxed features hardening.

“alright,” lando spoke, his voice low but resolute, “we’ll handle this. stay with me.” his voice was at a hum, his words still audible over the music. though you and lando hadn’t seen each other that much in recent times, he still managed to be such a caring person.

you let out a shaky sigh, your eyes locking on the brunette infront of you. you wanted to leave — to run away — but you knew it would somehow make you feel even worse than you already did. despite your thoughts, you croaked out, “maybe i should just leave—”

“absolutely not,” lando interrupted, his tone firm, “you’re not running from fun and you’re most certainly not running from him. he’s an asshole — just let lose and forget about it.”

before you could argue lando, be shifted closer, his broad frame a quiet shield between you and the rest of the club. the world narrowed to the two of you, lando’s steady presence anchoring you somehow.

“come on,” lando ushered, his hand brushing your elbow. it was a light touch, casual, but it sent a warmth up your arm that caught you off guard.

lando guided you through the crowd, his movements deliberate but unhurried, as though he were giving you time to breathe. the two of you wove through clusters of dancers, past couples laughing and swaying under the shifting lights. every so often, lando glanced over his shoulder to check on you, his eyes soft with concern.

“here,” lando spoke up once the two of you reached a quieter corner of the club. the neon glow barely reached this far, leaving the space shadowed and calm. lando leaned against the wall, his posture casual but his gaze alert, scanning the crowd.

you sank into a booth, your hands still gripping your glass like it might steady you somehow. “i hate that he can still do this to me,” you admitted, her voice barely audible over the distant thrum of music, “not matter how much i saw i’m over him — it’s like he still has this chokehold on me.”

lando slid into the booth across from you, his eyes locking onto yours. “it’s not about him. it’s about how bad he made you feel. dylan made you feel like shit and he deserves to feel like shit in return — stay here with me, ok? show him how happy you are and make him regret ever breaking your heart.”

lando’s words settled over you, quiet but firm, like a vow. you had never heard lando speak like that, but part of you found yourself inspired by his words. you felt your chest loosen, the tight coil of panic inside of you beginning to unwind.

“yknow, for a race car driver — i feel like you always know what to say,” you teased, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. lando shrugged, a small grin breaking through his seriousness, “it’s apart of my charm. plus — i have to know how to answer interviewers stupid ass questions.”

you laughed softly, the sound surprising you. for the first time in weeks, you sort of felt alive again. despite that fact your ex stood feet away from you, you couldn’t help but feel relaxed. the world kept spinning and your smile grew more.

for the next hour, the two of you lingered in the shadows. lando kept you entertained with stories and dry humor, his presence so steady it felt like the eye of a storm. he didn’t push you to go back out onto the dance floor, didn’t force you to pretend you were fine. he just stayed, his focus entirely on you, like nothing else in the world mattered. and slowly, it started to feel true.

when you finally worked up the courage to glance toward the bar, dylan was gone. you didn’t know when he’d left, and for the first time, she realized she didn’t care.

“thanks for this,” you spoke, your voice soft as you showed your gratitude towards the boy. lando leaned closer, his face shadowed but warm under the dim light, “anytime.”

it wasn’t much, just a word, a look, a fleeting moment. but it was enough to make you feel like yourself again. and for now, that was all you needed.

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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(𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: Mentions of Davy Jones’ locker, death, violence and piracy (yay!)

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

How’s It Gonna End by Tom Waits

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・It wasn’t easy being with Jack, then again, it wouldn’t have been easy being with you either -

・Over the years you had gotten into a flow - knowing each other’s quirks, your wants and desires; vices and virtues.

・When other people are around you - that’s when it isn’t easy. Because all they see is two people on a whole other planet - you have inside jokes, lingo, a way of communicating that others can’t comprehend quick enough

・And when Jack gets attention from others ... you have to admit, you do get a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous.

・Especially when he’s around women, he can’t help but flirt back. And it’s taken a while for him to learn to cut it out

・Captain Jack Sparrow has always been known for his extravagance, his over-the-top nature. And you’re known for your chaos, your unruly nature; and of course your clumsiness.

・But somehow your clumsiness is always connected to luck. Knocking something over will somehow lead to a distraction where you’re able to escape later on.

・You found each other in your youth. Constantly rescuing each other by chance - destiny always found a way for you to run into each other

・The stories you could tell!

・The amount of times you’ve pulled each other from the brink are countless

・Where one went, the other was always soon to follow

・You have no idea how many times you both faced the gallows

・They didn’t seem all that frightening now

・You loved the Black Pearl just as much as Jack. You saw her as your freedom.

・When Jack was pulled from your world into Davy Jones’ locker, you went straight in there with him.

・The Kraken was the easy part. The time spent in that godforsaken desert was hell. Literal hell.

・Unluckily, you didn’t end up in the same place.

・Davy knew Jack would be fine if you were with him, so he separated the both of you.

・And in the time frame, Jack had inched closer to insanity - not having you by his side made his mind plunge into instability

・You thought it was fun ... at first (insanity was/is second nature to you.)

・But Davy had more tricks up his sleeve, ones that he somehow knew would get to you

・Then little crabs started appearing.

“Aw rocks.” You said out loud, moving to lay down and gaze at the perfectly rounded sphere.

“Oh, not rocks. Rocks with legs-”

・And when they moved, you followed

・ “Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU REAL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ‘ERE?” Jack bellowed from the moving Black Pearl

“YOU JUMPED, I JUMPED.”

“Oh yes, Kraken. I remember now, he was a slimey smelly big thing wasn’t he-”

・You found your way on deck and Jack swooped you into his arms. He held you close against him, holding one hand on the back of your head.

・Now others think it weird, but Jack likes to smell you. So when you were nuzzled in his arms, he did exactly that

・ When you found everyone on the beach, you nearly ran to Tia Dalma. She’s been a close friend throughout the years.

・You didn’t feel any resentment towards Elizabeth. Holding onto grudges didn’t make sense in your line of work.

・And you kept her secret.

・The relationship with you and Jack means you share a lot of the same enemies.

・Barbossa, the man who marooned the two of you on separate islands, had come back to save you from Davy Jones Locker. It made you laugh. You actually audibly laughed when you saw him

・Although you did like Jack the monkey

・Will was ... less than enthused to see you

・Only because he thought you were bat sh*t crazy

・But Elizabeth could only blush - she didn’t look you in the eye until a week later

・You were present during the meeting of the Bretheren Court. And were incredibly excited to see Jack’s father again.

・Back in the day he and yourself hit it off nearly instantly. He thought you would have made a brilliant Pirate Lord, if only you weren’t so clumsy

・To Jack’s disbelief you wanted a war with the East India Trading Company

“They’ve taken too much from us, Jack.”

・Yet again, destiny had spared you. The fight with Davy Jones and Beckett had caused many casualties, but neither you or Jack had been hurt

・You were able to sail away... until Gibbs had fallen asleep and the Pearl was stolen yet again

・Jack has mastered how to patch you up; cuts, burns, bullet wounds etc. In another life, he would have made a great healer. And when you brought how talented he is with remedies and such, he said: “Love, I’m only good at this because I’m looking after you. I couldn’t care about anyone else.”

・Jack likes listening to you read out loud. But most of the time you get bored of the story and start making things up, while still holding the book so Jack has no idea what the real plot of the story is ...

・Many might think you two have a treasure cove of riches. But really you just have a small tockens of each other on your persons

・He has a trinket that you found many years ago in his hair, twisted around a dreadlock

・You wear a ring of his. He gave it to you as a sign of his affection and love. A little like a promise ring

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Drama Queen (Jack) x Drama Queen x3 (You)

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Jack) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Jack replies to You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You’re His Lucky Charm

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:

Love, Pet, Sweetheart, Sunshine.

Jack likes to make nicknames up on the spot as well, especially when he wants to cheer you up. He’ll string two random words together and they may not even be sweet - but the way he says it ... he can make anything sound sensual.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch and Gift Giving

Jack is big on words. But what really gets to him is when you compliment him - when the words are coming from you, they mean something. People might think Jack is a touchy feely guy; but he’s really not. He’s calculating with how he touches you - moving hair behind your ear, being the big spoon, dancing with you. His favourite love language is gift giving both giving and receiving. He absolutely ADORES presents. Especially all things sparkly.

Tagged: @sardonic-the-writer, @roguesknights.

#jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #witch the writer's headcanons #jack sparrow x reader #captain jack sparrow headcanons #jack sparrow x you #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean headcanons #potc headcanons #potc #potc fanfiction #elizabeth swann #will turner

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lily-fics-11 · 5 months ago

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I Can See You: Chapter 5 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

I Can See You

Fic master post here

*Not beta read

This took forever and I’m so sorry😭 Since I last updated, I took a trip to see my girlfriend and she came to see me too (if it seems like I’m in my lover girl era it’s because I am). I went on a trip to Disney (I am an extensive planner, I even made spreadsheets. I put my heart and soul into it) (I had to prep my body and mind as well, for spending that much time with my mother, also the Florida heat and tons of walking). I’ve done a bunch of babysitting and have been on the hunt for a full-time job! I missed writing and hope to get to do it much more often now!!!

Ellie Williams is a player, on and off the lacrosse field. You begin tutoring her so that she can get her grades up and stay on the team. You try to keep things professional, however, your affection is a great motivator. Ellie wouldn't be caught dead with you so you become her secret mission.

Chapter 5

Ellie gets a little jealous when another girl shows interest in you. You share many sweet moments as she tries to spend every second with you that she can.

Word count: 4k

CW: *Ellie and reader are both 18* profanities, sexual innuendo/references, semi-intimate situations, mentions of drinking/smoking weed

You and Ellie spend the rest of the time before her practice kissing and planning dates. Neither of you can wait to share your dorky interests with the other.

Picking up your phone, while getting ready to leave, you see a text from Elise. It’s not about homework. You audibly groan and Ellie raises an eyebrow.

“I got a text from Elise,” you tell her and then read it out loud. “Are you going to Kyle’s Saturday night? I’m hoping to see you there.”

Ellie’s face scrunches up in disgust, but she doesn’t say anything.

“I told her to only text me for school stuff. I’m going to remind her,” You tell Ellie, then type out a text while reading it out loud.

“I'm happy to answer your questions about school work, but I’m not looking to be involved with you in the way I think that you want us to be. I’m your tutor now and that wouldn’t be appropriate.” Ellie laughs at that, you ignore the irony. “Also, I’m seeing a girl that I like a lot, you and I aren’t going to be anything more than friendly.”

“You tell her.” Ellie nods in approval, hyping you up. “That girl better watch herself. She might be disrespecting what you want on purpose, but she doesn’t know that she is disrespecting me too.”

Elise asks who you are seeing so you tell her that the girl goes to North, not someone she would know. Ellie laughs again, though somewhat maniacally this time.

Ellie hugs you while saying goodbye, holding your close, not letting you leave until she is satisfied. She kisses you softly, longingly, and the taste of her lips lingers on yours for a while after you have parted ways.

Ellie calls you that night, to check that no one was bothering you. You tell her that Elise had continued asking more questions but you stopped answering.

Ellie was not happy to hear that.

The next morning you get a text from Ellie.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You free during home room today?

You: Yes!

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Meet me in the science wing bathroom at 8

You like the message and finish getting ready. You get a hall pass and leave to meet Ellie. The science wing is empty during homeroom, so it’s a good spot to be alone.

When you walk in Ellie is leaning back with her hands on the sink.

“We’ve unlocked a new location,” she points out enthusiastically.

“We have,” you giggle at how cute she is.

“Less than ideal, but I like getting to see you in person.”

“You spend plenty of time seeing me in person,” you tease her. She walks over to you and flips your hood over your head.

“Actually spending time with you,” she specifies grabbing your hands to pull your arms around her.

You lean your head onto Ellie’s shoulder. “It is really nice getting to hang out with you. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes?!” She practically yells in your ear.

“It may be normal for you to disappear for a half hour but if I’m gone more than 5 minutes people are going to think I’ve got explosive diarrhea or something.”

Her face is contorted in confusion until it hits her, eliciting a discouraged sigh.“You study during homeroom don’t you?”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what it’s there for.”

Ellie waves a hand in the air dismissively. “It’s like those yellow speed signs, a suggestion.”

Your jaw drops and you shake your head in mock disapproval. “Remind me not to get in a car with you.”

“I am a GREAT driver. I’ll pick you up for our first date and show you.” Ellie says matter-of-factly. Eyebrows furrowed, but a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

Your heart flutters at the mention of a first date, but it is against your nature to halt the banter. “I’ll just have to bring a helmet.”

“I’m coordinated enough to play lacrosse. You on the other hand, I bet you hit a lot of curbs.”

“I plead the fifth!” You stick your tongue out at her.

“I know that one!” Ellie informs you with enthusiasm, eager to impress you.

“I feel like you are the kind of person to know the rules so that you can break them most effectively,” you tease her and you can tell by the look in her eyes that you are right on the money.

Ellie throws her hands up in the air. “I want my lawyer!”

You playfully shove her and she grabs your arms to rope you into a hug.

On Friday during your tutoring session with Elise you are working in a textbook. You slide the book towards her to point to the asymptote in the graph and she puts her hand on top of yours. You quickly pull away and you hear a textbook fall off a shelf nearby, but don't think anything of it.

When Elise asks to borrow your pencil sharpener she tries to slide her hand over yours once again. Before you can react someone coughs loudly from the other side of a book shelf. Elise gets startled and quickly lets go.

Reading over an answer to a problem Elise had done you hear a very familiar voice hoarsely whisper “what the fuck!”

You look around for Ellie but the first thing you notice is Elise’s arm around the back of your chair.

“Do that again and you won’t have a tutor anymore,” you tell her sternly and she folds her arms across her chest in a huff.

Looking around you see a pair of eyes peeking through a hole on the bookshelf, they are green and sparkling in a way that tells you they are accompanied by a smile. Further down the shelf you see another face poking through, Paz, accompanying Ellie on her little mission.

You pull out your phone and send Ellie a text.

You: Are you spying on me???

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I have no idea what you are talking about

You: None at all?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You’re right. Now that I’m thinking about it Paz mentioned something about undercover work

You look back towards Ellie and Paz and they quickly duck out of sight. You have to stifle your laugh and refocus on your job.

Friday at the end of the school day you head to the locker room to retrieve your gym clothes, they need to be washed. You are giddy at the prospect of catching a glimpse of Ellie. Even if you don’t get to talk to her, let alone be near her.

When you enter the locker room you are greeted by the sound of a ruckus. You hear a crash a few rows back, like someone fell into a locker.

You creep down the rows of lockers to investigate. That requires navigation through a crowd of softball and lacrosse players. You see Ellie hovering in an offensive stance over Elise, who is crouching slightly, as if recovering from a hit.

“What the hell, Williams?” Elise asks in disgust, shoving Ellie away from her.

Ellie pushes her back, much harder. “Just think you need to watch yourself, Knolls.”

Elise doesn’t retaliate this time, Ellie plays lacrosse she knows how to rough someone up. “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Ellie pushes Elise up against the lockers and pins her there. You may or may not be jealous. “Don’t ever get in my way again.” The gathered crowd collectively gasps but no one tries to intervene. After staring Elise down long enough to make her point, Ellie lets go of her and turns away. Elise watches confused, pissed off, and embarrassed. You know why Ellie is angry with her, though you are baffled that she would display those emotions so publicly.

What if Elise told someone about this and Ellie ended up in the principal’s office? What would she tell her? Sorry, she was flirting with the girl I like. She was MY tutor first!

This isn’t a side of Ellie you are familiar with. This aggression is uncalled for, but it’s attractive. Seeing her physically fight for you? It has you in a lust filled haze.

The crowd disperses and Ellie walks past you. Her cheeks flush when she spots you, realizing you saw what just happened. But her expression turns cocky when she sees the hunger in your eyes. She bites her lip and winks at you. Her hand reaches so that her fingertips brush over your waist. No one else could have seen because of the way you two were positioned. Normally you would have panicked, but the public display of affection was concealed by the angle of her body. Not to mention the way you caught up in the passion you share.

Even after Ellie passes by, you stand there dumbfounded. Nonetheless, you force yourself to shake it off in order to continue on with your day. But your phone buzzes…

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You liked that didn’t you?

Everyone else should be gone in about 10

Want to wait around?

You: That was a bad idea, confronting her like that

But yes I liked it

And yes I’ll be waiting

You dawdle at your locker while the chatting dies down to silence and footsteps are no longer falling.

Ellie approaches you and leans against a locker with her arms crossed.

“You know where my gym locker is?” You question.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know where to watch you get changed?”

You playfully hit Ellie in the arm. “Shut up!”

“My locker is right on the other side.” She admits. “Doesn’t matter how many voices are around, I can always hear yours.”

Focusing down on your shoes you blink rapidly and take a deep breath, unsure of how to handle this attention. Yes, you’ve received this type of attention before. But Ellie being the girl that notices you is still incomprehensible. Not only that, you have now seen her feelings towards you exist outside of when you two are alone. Sweet moments in secret are one thing, but her defending your honor? Of course no one knows that’s what it is, but it doesn't stop your head from spinning.

Ellie tilts your face up with her pointer finger and your wide eyes stare into hers, they are focused on you.

“What?” She asks, her worry evident in her expression as she searches yours for a clue of how you are feeling.

“It’s nothing,” you lie and Ellie raises an eyebrow. She knows you too well now to get away with that.

“Well…” your voice is soft and timid. “It’s that… you just … seem to care a lot about me. And it’s sweet.

“I do care a lot about you. I guess I need to make that more clear. I have a secret to tell you.” You cock your head to the side in confusion, Ellie leaning close to whisper “I like like you.” In your ear. You start giggling.

Ellie wraps her arms around your waist and tucks her face into the crook of your neck. You rest your cheek on her soft auburn hair and hold her tight. You feel Ellie take a deep breath, breathing in your scent, and feeling her exhale on your neck sends shivers down your spine.

“I have to go to practice but I don’t want to,” she mumbles.

You sigh. “I don’t want you to go either. But super stars don’t skip practice.”

“Super star?” She asks, picking her head up to look at you. Her surprise is so genuine it melts your heart.

“I watched your old games, Ellie. You really are talented.”

Ellie smirks, her sense of wonder broken by her dirty mind. “Talented,” she repeats.

You roll your eyes playfully and ignore the comment. “You can’t slow down now. You’ve got another championship to win.”

She nods in agreement, with a sense of duty. “Very true. I’m like a Wendy’s 4 for 4. Plus I am dating the smartest girl and it would be embarrassing if she wasn’t dating the best lacrosse player.”

“I’ll never eat Wendy’s the same way ever again.”

Ellie’s green eyes sparkle devilishly. “Yeah. You’ll be eating me too.”

“I’m looking forward to it. But my super star really does need to get to practice.”

“Will you stay with me until I’m ready to leave?” Ellie asks shyly, a bright flush coloring her freckled face.

“Of course I can.”

Ellie grabs your hand and leads you over to her locker. She opens it up and pulls out her practice clothes.

You don’t even pretend that you aren’t watching. Ellie watched you watch her. She pulls her shirt over her head, only momentarily breaking eye contact when the fabric passes over her face.

Your breath hitches seeing her like this. Her sports bra hugging her exquisitely and her abdomen pleasantly toned. The urge to trace you fingertips over her impressive body burns in the pit of your stomach.

“Like what you see?” Ellie chuckles, clearly pleased to see you gawking at her.

“I guess you could say that,” you sigh, pretending like you aren’t ogling at her body.

“Don’t lie to me, tutor girl.”

You cross your arms and pout. “Fine. I’m impressed. Happy now?”

“Very.” Ellie hooks her arm around your waist and drags you into her, hastily, and you have to grab her shoulders to steady yourself. Ellie presses her forehead to yours and you take a deep breath after she has taken it away.

“Pretty girl.” Ellie mumbles and you just gaze at her starry eyed. Ellie kisses you gently and you let your hand slide down her body, over her perky breasts and tight abs. You grab her hips firmly when you get there and then distance yourself, still holding on to her.

“Practice,” you remind her and she groans. Ellie throws on her practice pinnie and then slides down her pants leaving her in her boxers. Thankfully she pulls a pair of shorts over them right away.

Ellie puts her clothes away and starts taking her practice things out.

“Can you hold this for me?” She asks, extending her lacrosse stick towards you. You nod as you take it. Ellie slings her lacrosse backpack over her shoulder and stops to take you in for a moment.

“I didn’t actually need you to hold it,” Ellie admits. “I just knew you would look cute.”

You shake your head at her and bite back a smile.

“I’ll text you after practice,” she tells you before giving you a quick peck on the lips and heading out.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment.

Is this real?

Does Ellie Williams really like you?

This is not something you ever imagined happening, but here you are, kissing her before she goes to practice.

You literally pinch yourself so that when you get a text from Ellie you know it’s real.

Ellie sends you a message after she has finished with her practice. You ask each other about your time apart and chat.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Can you send me your schedule?

You: Plan on stalking me?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Yes

I’ve got some of it figured out but I want to try and run into you whenever I can

You send her a picture of your schedule.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I didn’t know half these classes existed

This doesn’t look fun

Like at all

You: Don’t worry about me😂

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t tell me what to do😡

I’m going to make sure you don’t get too stressed💚

You: I have a few ideas about how you could do that

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: 👀👀👀👀

I will mix wholesome and not so wholesome

You: Sounds like a plan

Ellie ends up going on a rant about practice, Abby Anderson did something to piss her off. However, Ellie’s team won their scrimmage so it’s okay.

You text Ellie the rest of the night and end up staying up later than usual until you finally say goodnight. Even though you don’t want to.

On Saturday Ellie has an away game and then goes to a party with a bunch of her teammates.

You spend the afternoon studying, then go to a party yourself. Definitely not the same one.

Elise eyes you from across the room and you ignore her. When your friends ask why you are giving her the cold shoulder you tell them it’s because you are her tutor now. Your friends are relieved, they know how that type of thing has gone in the past. You are happy they don’t know it already happened again.

You socialize outside of your friend group too, politely ignoring any flirting. You have a lot of fun, even if you are waiting for your phone to buzz.

You hear from Ellie more than you expect to. She keeps you updated on the drama around her and you can tell she had been smoking before she even mentioned it. She is more silly than usual, and it’s incredibly charming, especially since you’ve had a bit to drink.

Nicole sees you smiling at your phone. “I know that look!”

She gets excited but rolls her eyes when you try to brush it off. She looks you up and down with a bit of an attitude, it’s unlike you to keep this kind of thing from her.

“Fine. I’m talking to a girl,” you admit and Nicole’s eyes light up.

“Are you going to tell me who it is?” She pesters you, a wildly excited look in her eyes.

You make up a little lie. Nicole isn’t ready for the truth yet. “She goes to North. You wouldn’t know her.” Nicole knows who Ellie is but she doesn’t really know her. Not like you do.

She squints her eyes at you. “Is that all I get?”

“For now.” You take a long sip of your drink, signaling you are moving on from this topic.

Nicole shakes her head in disapproval. “I guess that’s better than nothing. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting about this.”

You and your friends get picked up around 2 am. On your way back to Nicole’s you get a text from Ellie, asking you to come over. You tell her that you can’t drive anywhere because you’ve been drinking. She says she is high but can walk to you, so you explain that you are sleeping over at a friend’s. Ellie says she will be coordinating with you next weekend because she always misses you extra when she’s intoxicated.

Sunday is busy. School work, chores, and family dinner.

Ellie gets some homework done too, alongside a bunch of yard work with Joel.

You get a lovely text from Ellie Monday morning.

You: Good morning:)

What are you doing up so early?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Getting you coffee

You: I always make it at home you don’t have to do that

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I want to.

And I know your order anyways

You: How????

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I took a picture of it that day you came in late with Dunkin

In case I ever needed it

You: I’m genuinely impressed

You’re 10 steps ahead

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: 🫡

Meet you at your car when you get to school?

You: What if someone sees us?!

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I’m like Michael Jackson

You: ???????

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: A smooth criminal

You: That’s actually a good one😂

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I’m glad you said that, otherwise I’d have to beat it

You: Okay ma’am that’s enough

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t act like this isn’t a thriller for you my PYT

You: You are too much

In the best way possible

Space Nerd 🚀🤓:

When you park at school you let Ellie know that you have arrived.

Out of nowhere Ellie casually strolls by and leaves a cup of coffee on the hood of your car.

As you are getting out and picking it up Abby pulls in next to you. She gives you a smile and a wave, so you politely wave and smile back.

Your phone immediately starts ringing and you pick up.

“NO FUCKING WAY SHE’S GOT THE SPOT NEXT TO YOU!” Ellie yells into the phone and you are grateful the volume wasn’t all the way up. Would’ve burst your eardrums.

“Last year too,” you inform her.

“My enemy is living my dream,” Ellie practically growls.

“I would pay good money for you to be my parking neighbor,” you promise her.

“Top dollar?” She questions, deadly serious.

“Absolutely!” You assure Ellie. You hear her sigh in relief.

“Thank you. I gotta go but I’ll talk to you later?”

“I would love that!”

“Bye pretty girl,” you can hear Ellie’s smile in her voice.

“Bye El.”

You say hello to Nicole a few minutes later.

“Is that Dunkin’!?” She gasps.

“Uh… yeah?”

“You didn’t even ask me if I wanted any! You always do!” Nicole groans.

“Sorry, I uh… it totally slipped my mind. I really needed it this morning,” you explain, trying to cover your tracks.

“You should set a location reminder on your phone. When you get to Dunkin’ it will remind you to ask if I want some,” Nicole says, not a hint of sarcasm.

You salute her. “Aye aye captain!”

Your phone buzzes a few times during 5th period, but you don’t check it until class is over.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t go into 6th period right away (12:35 pm)

My class is right across from yours (12:35 pm)

I want to say hi (12:35 pm)

And maybe kiss you👀 (12:35 pm)

Hi (12:47 pm)

Hey (12:53 pm)

You don’t check your phone during class do you (12:55 pm)

When you see the messages you like them all and hurry to your next class.

As you approach your 6th period class you look for Ellie. She is outside the door across the hall, mindlessly rummaging through her backpack, despite looking around for you and not at all paying attention to what she is doing. Ellie winks at you when she spots you.

When the bell rings the hallway starts to clear, so you bend down to tie your shoe to stall.

Once the hallway is almost empty Ellie gets up and starts to walk over to you. Once everyone is gone she says hi and grabs your hand, giving you a quick kiss.

“I know you don’t want to be late. I’ll see you later.” Ellie holds your hand for another moment before finally letting go and heading across the hall. She gazes back longingly, a pouty frown on her face, not wanting to leave you.

You bite your lip, just as sad to watch her go, and think to yourself “I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but I don’t think I care.”

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meazalykov · 1 month ago

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blocked from memory

lena oberdorf x exwolfsburg!reader

summary: you forced your mind to block out one of the best parts of your life, which was her.

warnings: angst

orlando pride has been good to you. it’s hard to believe how far you’ve come in the two years since arriving in florida.

the final whistle blew, and the explosion of cheers drowned out everything else. the scoreboard read 2-0, and you barely had time to process it before you were swallowed in a blur of exhilaration. you had done it. you were nwsl champions.

your teammates rushed toward each other in a frenzy of elation, and you were no different. arms outstretched, you found yourself running toward banda, the two of you colliding in a breathless hug.

her laughter was as loud and joyful as your own, her face damp with tears of joy as she pulled back to shout, “we did it, y/n! we actually did it!”

“hell yeah, we did!” you shouted back, jumping up and down with your arms around banda as the words barely audible over the chaos erupting around you.

your teammates were embracing each other, some jumping up and down, others sinking to the ground in disbelief. the fans in the stands were on their feet, their roars blending into one deafening sound that seemed to vibrate in your chest.

your heart raced, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you took it all in. it wasn’t just the victory—it was the culmination of everything.

it all led to this.

marta was the next to find you, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she lifted you off the ground.

“you’re a fucking champion, y/n!” she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion.

“marta are you fucking kidding me? YOU are the champion, THE GOAT!” you shouted back, laughing through the happy tears that were now streaming down your face.

the celebration continued, the team coming together in a circle on the field, jumping and shouting as someone started a chant. the trophy presentation hadn’t even begun yet, none of you cared though. this was your moment, a shared triumph you’d all fought so hard for.

as you stood there, surrounded by your teammates—your family—you couldn’t stop smiling. banda’s goal in the first half had set the tone, a stunning strike that sent the crowd into a frenzy. and then, in the 88th minute, the ball found your feet.

you could still feel the moment: the perfect pass from angelina, the way time seemed to slow as you lined up the shot, and the way the ball curved past the goalkeeper, hitting the back of the net.

the eruption of cheers had been instant, your teammates piling onto you as you celebrated what you knew was the championship-clinching goal.

you were so happy.

but it hasn’t always been like this.

there was a time when you weren’t so happy.

the memories of wolfsburg come to you sometimes when the nights are quiet, and the ache you thought you’d buried surfaces just for a moment before you push it back down.

you spent three seasons there. it should’ve been everything you wanted—a dream fulfilled—but wolfsburg also gave you lena.

she had been your teammate from the very beginning, the two of you quickly forming a friendship that felt effortless. lena made you laugh in ways no one else could, her dry wit perfectly complementing your playful humor. you’d spend hours together after training, getting lost in conversation over coffee or while walking through the streets of the small german town.

your personalities clicked, the kind of connection that felt like it was meant to be.

you hadn’t realized you were falling for her until after your first season together. by then, it was too late to stop it. the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way she cared so deeply about her teammates, the subtle touches that lingered just a second too long—they all pulled you in.

but you never told her.

you convinced yourself it was better this way. lena was your friend, and you didn’t want to ruin that by confessing feelings she might not return. you thought you could be content with just having her in your life, even if it meant burying your love for her.

that illusion shattered one afternoon in the locker room.

the locker room was loud after training, the usual mix of banter and laughter filling the space. you sat on the bench near your locker, toweling off your hair and half-listening to the conversation happening a few feet away.

jule and jill were leaning against lena’s locker, their expressions alight with mischief. lena sat between them, her cheeks slightly flushed, her body language a mix of annoyance and amusement.

“come on, lena,” jule teased, a sly grin spreading across her face.

“you’re going to have to tell her eventually.”

lena rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a reluctant smile.

“you two are ridiculous,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“oh, we’re ridiculous?” jill chimed in, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow.

“says the one who gets all flustered every time her name comes up. it’s adorable, really.”

you froze mid-motion, your towel slipping slightly from your hand. your heart gave a sudden, hopeful thump. was it you?

lena groaned, burying her face in her hands. “i’m not flustered,” she protested, her voice muffled.

“and can you not do this here? seriously.”

jule snickered, leaning in closer.

“oh, but it’s so much fun. we’re just trying to help you out, you know. give you a little push.”

“yeah,” jill added, her tone exaggeratedly supportive.

“you need to shoot your shot. we’ve all seen the way you look at her.”

you felt heat rise to your cheeks, your pulse quickening as you tried to keep your expression neutral. your mind raced, replaying every interaction you’d had with lena over the past few weeks, searching for any sign that she might feel the same way.

lena peeked out from behind her hands, glaring at the two of them.

“if i tell you to shut up, will you drop it?”

“nope,” jule said cheerfully.

“we’re invested now. you’ve got to tell her.”

“seriously,” jill agreed, giving lena a nudge.

“what’s the worst that could happen?”

“oh, i don’t know,” lena said dryly, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“she could laugh in my face, or it could make things awkward, or—”

“she wouldn’t,” jule interrupted, her voice softening slightly.

“trust us. you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

their voices blurred together after that, their teasing laughter and lena’s halfhearted protests swirling in the background as you stared down at your towel, your thoughts spinning. was it possible? could she really be talking about you?

it wasn’t you.

she told you a few days later that she had a girlfriend. you plastered on a smile, forcing yourself to be happy for her while your heart broke in two.

the change in you was immediate. your once-bright personality dimmed, replaced by something heavier, clouded. you couldn’t shake the ache in your chest every time you saw her with her girlfriend throughout the months. you tried to stay her friend, but it was impossible.

her girlfriend noticed.

one day, lena cornered you in the empty locker room, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “what’s going on with you?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.

“you’ve been acting so different lately.”

the locker room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as you stood there, staring at lena. she had cornered you, her concerned gaze boring into you as she demanded to know what was wrong. her tone wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t gentle either—it was the voice of someone who cared enough to push, to try and unravel the storm you were holding inside.

you couldn’t take it anymore. the knot in your chest tightened until it snapped, and the words you’d been swallowing for months tumbled out like a flood.

“what’s going on with me?” you echoed, your voice trembling with suppressed anger and heartbreak.

“you really want to know, lena? fine. i’ve been in love with you. for over a year. and you—” you gestured wildly, your hands shaking, “you don’t even see it. i’ve been here, right in front of you, and you’re completely blind to it.”

her eyes widened, her lips parting as if to speak, but you didn’t let her. the floodgates were open now, and you couldn’t stop.

“do you know how hard it’s been? watching you with her, pretending to be happy for you when all i wanted was to be the one standing by your side? i tried, lena. i tried to be okay with just being your friend, but i can’t. i can’t do it anymore.”

your voice cracked, the raw emotion spilling out as tears welled in your eyes.

“and you... you act like nothing’s wrong, like i’m not falling apart every time i see you together. it’s not fair, lena. it’s not fucking fair.”

she looked stunned, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words, but the silence was unbearable. the frustration, the pain, everything you’d bottled up finally exploded.

“i hate this,” you snapped, your voice rising.

“i hate that i love you, and i hate that you don’t love me back. and you know what? i hate you for it too. i hate you for being so oblivious, for making me feel like this. i hate—” your voice broke again, a sob catching in your throat.

you turned away, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. the room spun for a moment, the weight of your confession crashing down on you. you could feel her staring at you, but you couldn’t bear to meet her eyes.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“i can’t keep pretending everything’s fine. it’s not. i’m not.”

you didn’t wait for her to respond. the sound of your footsteps echoed through the empty locker room as you stormed out, leaving her standing there in stunned silence.

the door slammed shut behind you, and as you walked away, tears streaming down your face, you felt a strange mix of relief and devastation. you’d finally told her the truth, but it didn’t make the ache in your chest any less suffocating.

you avoided her after that. lena tried to give you space, but it wasn’t enough. her presence was suffocating, a constant reminder of everything you couldn’t have. when lena and her girlfriend broke up, you thought maybe things would change.

and they did, but not in the way you hoped.

lena started spending more time with you again, her touches lingering, her words dripping with something that felt like promise. you let yourself believe she was falling for you, that maybe she’d finally realized what was right in front of her.

the hookups, the stolen moments, the sofy kisses and whispers in the dark—they all felt real.

then summer 2023 came.

you were scrolling through instagram one evening when you saw her post: a picture of her and her ex-girlfriend in ibiza, laughing together in an instagram story.

your heart sank, your hands trembling as you stared at the screen. she had been leading you on, using you as a rebound while still holding on to her ex.

you couldn’t do it anymore.

when you left for orlando two weeks later, you didn’t say goodbye. lena texted you, asking why you’d left without a word, but you ignored her.

you blocked her on everything, determined to erase her from your life.

orlando became your fresh start. you threw yourself into therapy, finally confronting the pain you’d been carrying for so long. over time, you learned to love yourself again, to find happiness in the little things.

you made it clear to everyone that you didn’t want updates about lena, and your teammates at the club and national level respected that. you didn’t know she’d moved to bayern or that she’d torn her acl. you didn’t let yourself care.

until now.

the NWSL championship celebrations have died down, the locker room quieter as your teammates bask in the glow of victory. you’re sitting with marta and carrie, a beer in your hand, when marta smiles at you.

“it’s good to see you happy,” she says.

“after everything you went through.”

you laugh, shaking your head.

“don’t bring that up, marta. i don’t need to hear about it.”

“whats it?” marta teased.

“her.” you slightly frowned.

carrie hesitates, then speaks.

“you know she left wolfsburg for bayern, right? the season after you left.”

you freeze, the shock hitting you like a punch to the gut.

“for real? bayern? seriously? um.. i thought she’d never leave wolfsburg.”

“people change,” carrie says with a shrug.

“she tore her acl before the olympics, by the way. that’s why you didn’t see her when you played germany.”

throwback to the olympics, the paris stadium looked huge, the hum of the crowd filling the warm summer air. you were on the pitch, stretching alongside your teammates.

you’d dreamed of this for years. but as your eyes wandered across the field, scanning the german squad warming up on the other side, you couldn’t help but notice something—or rather, someone—missing.

lena wasn’t there.

it struck you in an instant, the realization settling like a strange weight in your chest. for a moment, your mind raced, trying to piece together why she wasn’t here. lena, the backbone of germany, whose commanding presence on the field was practically synonymous with german football. her absence felt... wrong. even to you.

you tried to shake the thought away, refocusing on your routine. the last thing you needed was to get caught up in old memories, especially not during a game of this magnitude.

the curiosity lingered, beating at the edges of your mind. as much as you wanted to convince yourself you didn’t care, your gaze kept flicking back to the german players, searching for a sign of her.

alex popped into your line of sight, jogging over with a grin. it had been months since you’d seen her, but the easy camaraderie between you hadn’t faded.

“hey, fremder!” alex greeted, pulling you into a quick hug.

“alex,” you smiled, your voice warm but a little distracted.

“how’s it going? how’s... everything?”

the conversation was light at first, a quick exchange of updates and small talk. you asked about her life, her form, her excitement for the tournament.

as alex spoke, your thoughts kept circling back to lena.

you hesitated before asking, your words careful.

“so... how’s everyone back at wolfsburg? i haven’t caught up with you guys in a while.”

alex lit up, eager to share. she mentioned some familiar names, updates on performances, and even a few funny anecdotes about the team. you nodded along, doing your best to seem genuinely engaged.

when she didn’t mention lena, you felt a pang of something you couldn’t quite name.

you wanted to ask. the question was on the tip of your tongue, heavy and insistent. though you stopped yourself, the same stubborn pride that had carried you through the aftermath of wolfsburg holding you back.

asking about lena would mean admitting that you still thought about her, that you still cared in some way. you weren’t ready to give her that power, even indirectly.

so you nodded, forcing a small smile as alex continued talking.

“it’s good to see you,” you said finally, cutting the conversation short before your curiosity could betray you.

as alex jogged back to her side, you stood there for a moment, your hands on your hips as you stared at the german squad again. the questions swirled in your head: why wasn’t lena here? was she injured? had something happened?

you pushed them down, shoving them into the box where you kept everything else about lena. she wasn’t here, and you told yourself it didn’t matter.

even as your chest tightened with the weight of unasked questions, you told yourself it didn’t matter at all.

back in the locker room with marta and carrie, the news sits heavy in your chest, the first real crack in the wall you’ve built around your memories of lena.

that night after the championship, you go home and unblock lena on instagram.

her posts from the past two years paint a picture of someone who’s grown, someone who’s stronger now. you see her smiling with her teammates, working hard in rehab, living a life that seems so far removed from the girl you once knew.

for the first time in years, you feel like you can let go.

you refollow her before going to bed, a small act of closure. the past is the past, and you’re ready to leave it there.

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