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holyblonded · 21 days ago

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family bonding day | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, olga rios x teen!reader

summary: it’s family day in the putellas-rios household, possibly the most important one

warnings: talk of childhood trauma, violence

notes: this was in fact written in one day after yall inspired me. thank you to the anon that requested the older sister estrella hcs 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Alexia sighed as the warm morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. She was perfectly comfortable, her head resting against the soft pillow, a warm weight pressed against her chest. She tilted her head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto Olga’s hair, listening to the gentle chirping of birds outside.

Off days were always so peaceful… until 8:47 a.m.

Alexia cracked open one eye and turned her head to the alarm clock on the nightstand. 8:46:59 a.m.

She groaned, shutting her eyes again. “Why me, God?”

Like clockwork, the bedroom door flew open with a dramatic slam, revealing you in all your chaotic glory dressed in your oversized elephant onesie, your special blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape.

Olga, who hadn’t even stirred, simply lifted one arm in invitation, blindly patting the empty space between her and Alexia. Without hesitation, you sprinted toward the bed and launched yourself onto it with an ungraceful thump, landing squarely between them.

Alexia grunted at the impact, her peaceful morning shattered, while you smugly snuggled into Olga’s side, sticking your tongue out at Alexia like a brat.

“It’s like clockwork with you,” Alexia grumbled, rubbing her face as if she could physically wipe away her exhaustion.

“You love me,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

Olga hummed sleepily, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Mmm… you’re warm,” she muttered, voice still thick with sleep.

Alexia sighed, resigning herself to the fact that there was no going back to sleep now. Instead, she ran a hand through your tangled hair before groaning, “We should get up and make breakfast.”

“Nooo,” you whined, nuzzling further into Olga, who chuckled but didn’t protest.

Alexia rolled her eyes. “Fine, but if I start cooking without you, I’m making that horrible dry toast you hate.”

Your eyes snapped open immediately, and you bolted upright. “I’m up.”

Olga laughed, stretching lazily before rolling out of bed. “Come on, let’s go feed the gremlin.”

In the kitchen, the three of you split up the breakfast duties. Alexia was on eggs and toast, Olga was flipping pancakes, and you, somehow, somehow, had been entrusted with smoothie duty. A terrible, terrible mistake.

It started well enough. You threw in some bananas, strawberries, and yogurt, tossing in a handful of spinach to make it healthy (because Olga was watching you like a hawk). But the moment Alexia turned her back, things took a turn for the worse.

“Why is there cocoa powder in the smoothie?” Alexia asked, arms crossed, staring at the countertop.

“It’s an experiment,” you said nonchalantly.

“Why is there peanut butter?”

“…Enhancing the flavor profile?”

Olga peeked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow, a quick whiff of it made her subtly gag. “Why does it look like swamp water?”

You scoffed. “Have some faith.”

Just as you reached for the blender lid, Alexia caught sight of what you were doing.

“Wait—”

WHIRRRRRR!

You had forgotten to secure the lid properly. The force of the blender sent smoothie splattering everywhere, onto the counter, onto the cabinets, onto you.

Olga let out a loud snort of laughter, flipping a pancake without missing a beat.

Alexia groaned, rubbing her temples. “This is why we don’t let you use kitchen appliances.”

You stood there, covered in smoothie, blinking as a piece of spinach slowly slid down your cheek.

“Well,” you said, licking a bit of smoothie from the corner of your mouth. “Tastes good, though.”

Alexia sighed, grabbing a dish towel to start cleaning. Olga, meanwhile, was wheezing with laughter as she handed you a paper towel. “You’re never living this down.”

“I regret nothing.”

Alexia rolled her eyes. “You’re cleaning the kitchen.”

“Fine, but I’m still drinking my smoothie.”

And so, despite the mess, breakfast continued, laughter filling the kitchen, teasing remarks exchanged between bites of food, and Alexia wondering, not for the first time, how she ended up with the two most chaotic people in her life.

The supermarket was busy, but that didn’t stop you from treating it like your personal playground. Feet firmly planted on the bottom rack of the shopping cart, you held onto the handlebar and pushed off with a dramatic lean forward, sending yourself rolling down the aisle with a whoosh.

Olga trailed somewhere behind, casually browsing the shelves like she had all the time in the world, while Alexia was on a mission, laser-focused, determined, and already regretting not leaving both of you and Olga in the car.

“Can you please act like a normal person?” Alexia huffed, reaching out to grab the back of the cart just as you went to launch yourself again.

You grinned at her, standing up properly but not letting go of the cart. “Define normal.”

“Not this.” She gestured vaguely at your entire being, then exhaled sharply when you suddenly veered the cart toward a display of stacked cans.

“Relax, Mami, I got this,” you assured her.

Alexia didn’t look convinced. “No, you don’t.”

Meanwhile, Olga had completely disappeared, having mysteriously slipped off while neither of you were paying attention.

Alexia noticed first. “Where did Olga go?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. One second she was here, and then poof.”

Alexia pressed her fingers to her temples, inhaling deeply like she was summoning patience. “Great.”

You were greatly enjoying being a menace. Every time Alexia turned her back, you tossed something unnecessary into the cart, chocolate bars, a massive bag of marshmallows, a bottle of the most expensive olive oil just to see if she’d notice. She did.

“Put it back,” she ordered, pulling the olive oil out without even looking.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you pouted, dramatically tossing it onto the nearest shelf (which was not where it belonged).

Alexia gave you a look but said nothing. Instead, she continued checking off items on her mental list, marching forward with determination. You trailed beside her, still pushing the cart, still goofing off.

That was when you felt it— tiny arms suddenly wrapping around your legs, squeezing tight. You blinked and looked down.

A little girl, no older than five or six, clung to you like a koala, staring up at you with wide, starstruck eyes. “Oh my gosh, it’s really you!” she squeaked, practically vibrating with excitement.

Your heart melted instantly. Squatting down to her level, you smiled warmly. “Hey there, pequeña, what’s your name?”

“Luna!” she chirped, eyes shining. “I watch all your games! You’re my favorite! You’re so cool, and you do all those tricks, and I told my mamá I wanna play just like you!”

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your chest. “No way, you’re making me blush.”

Luna giggled, bouncing on her heels. “You’re even cooler in person! I’m supposed to see you play next week!”

Alexia, who had turned around at the commotion, stopped in her tracks. Olga, who had just reappeared, watched the interaction with soft eyes.

Luna’s mom appeared moments later, slightly out of breath. “Luna! You can’t just run off like that!”

“Mamá, look! It’s her!” Luna pointed at you with pure glee.

Her mom’s expression shifted from exasperation to gratitude as she looked at you. “I’m so sorry, she just ran the moment she saw you.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “No worries at all, she’s amazing.”

Luna tugged at your wrist, eyes hopeful. “Can we take a picture together?”

“Of course!”

Her mom pulled out her phone while you posed with Luna, making sure she had the biggest grin. Before she could leave, you slipped off one of your bracelets, a simple woven one you always wore, and gently tied it around her tiny wrist.

Her eyes went huge. “For me?”

“For you,” you confirmed. “Now you have to score lots of goals with it, okay?”

“I will!”

After another round of thank-yous, Luna skipped back to her mom, still clutching her wrist like it was the most precious thing in the world.

As they walked away, you stood back up, feeling a warmth in your chest.

Alexia and Olga were already looking at each other, silently melting at the interaction.

“You’re such a softie,” Olga teased, nudging you as she passed.

You scoffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Alexia smirked. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue.

With everything finally in the cart (and only some extra treats smuggled in under Alexia’s radar), the three of you made your way to checkout, ready for your picnic— your antics forgotten, at least for now.

Well, until Alexia saw the massive bag of marshmallows at the bottom of the cart.

“Are you serious?”

“What? You can’t have a picnic without marshmallows!”

Alexia sighed while Olga laughed at her partner’s reaction. You just grinned, knowing full well that, despite her protests, Alexia wouldn’t make you put them back.

Before every picnic, every day off, every excuse you could find, you made sure to come back here.

Your old neighborhood hadn’t changed much: same narrow streets, same corner stores with faded signs, same familiar faces lingering outside their apartments. But right in the heart of it, where an abandoned lot used to be, now stood the youth center you built with your first paycheck.

One of the many reasons Alexia started monitoring your purchases like a hawk.

“You spent your first paycheck on this?” she had asked back then, looking at the blueprints in disbelief.

And you had simply nodded, not a hint of hesitation. “They deserve it.”

Because you remembered what it was like, what it was like to grow up here, to play street ball because there was nowhere else to go, to see the things kids shouldn’t see. Robberies. Fights. Stabbings. You had been one of the lucky ones, a neighbor, who knew a friend that knew a friend, had gotten you a shot at La Masia. But not every kid had a miracle like that. So you built this place to be that miracle.

When you pulled up outside, the place was already bustling— kids playing on the small pitch, some working on art projects in the shaded patio, a couple of the older ones chatting by the entrance. Upstairs was a place for older teen to have access to tutors, computers, and everything they needed.

The second you stepped out of the car, a wave of excited voices filled the air.

“She’s here!”

“Estrella!”

You laughed as a small group of kids ran straight for you, arms flailing, almost knocking you over as they hugged you. “Whoa, whoa, I just got here! Let me breathe!”

Alexia and Olga trailed behind, watching with soft smiles as you ruffled hair and exchanged high fives.

You made your way inside, checking in with some of your older neighbors who helped run the place. Mrs. Rivera, who handled the tutoring sessions, Mr. López, who kept the rec room stocked, and Señora Valdez, who made sure no kid ever left hungry.

“You’ve been eating enough?” Mrs. Rivera asked, narrowing her eyes at you like she knew the answer.

You grinned sheepishly. “Of course.”

“Don’t lie to me, hija.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Alexia cut in. “She hasn’t.”

Mrs. Rivera tsked disapprovingly, smacking your arm lightly. “Ay, Estrella, you need to take care of yourself.”

You winced dramatically. “Betrayal, Ale. Betrayal.”

Alexia just smirked. Olga laughed.

Before you could escape more scolding, a group of kids from the pitch ran up to you. “Come play with us!”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Y’all just want to embarrass me.”

They giggled, clearly unbothered. “You scared?”

You scoffed. “Never.”

A makeshift game started quickly, the kids eager to take you on. You played with a mix of effort and amusement, pretending to struggle whenever they tried to steal the ball, exaggerating your movements like you were really working hard.

And then you noticed him.

A quiet little boy, standing on the edge of the pitch, watching but not playing.

You knew the look. You recognized it. You dribbled the ball over to him, stopping just in front of where he stood. “Hey, you wanna play?”

He hesitated, looking down at his shoes.

You crouched slightly, tilting your head. “I could use a goal scored on me… but I dunno, you think you could do it?”

His eyes flicked up to yours, uncertain.

You took a step back, tapping the ball toward him. “Just one shot.”

Slowly, he took a step forward, nudging the ball toward the goal. His movements were hesitant, but the moment it rolled past you and into the net, his whole face lit up.

You gasped dramatically, hands on your head. “No way! You scored on me?! That was incredible!”

Without thinking, you scooped him up and tossed him lightly in the air. He let out a surprised laugh, eyes crinkling with joy.

“You’re a superstar, pequeño!” you cheered, spinning him once before setting him back down.

The other kids immediately crowded him, patting his back and hyping him up. He looked overwhelmed for a second, but then, he smiled.

Alexia and Olga, standing off to the side, exchanged a knowing look. Pride. Love. Something unspoken between them.

Eventually, after one more round of hugs, you said your goodbyes and finally headed back to the car.

As you drove off, you glanced back once more at the center, at the kids still playing, at the place that meant everything to you.

The park was perfect, it was secluded, quiet, with a lake shimmering under the soft afternoon sun. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the smell of fresh grass mixed with the scent of the food Alexia was carefully setting out.

Meanwhile, you were doing everything except helping. “Mamá, look at this!” you called out, mid-cartwheel, before transitioning straight into a backflip.

Olga, sitting on a picnic blanket with a lazy smile, clapped enthusiastically. “¡Eso es, mi niña! Do another one!”

You grinned, landing a perfect front flip before turning back to her with your hands on your hips, chest puffed out proudly. “Ten out of ten, right?”

“More like eleven out of ten,” Olga teased, motioning you over.

Alexia, kneeling by the food, rolled her eyes. “Can we please eat before you break something?”

You pouted dramatically but obeyed, skipping over and plopping down next to Olga, who immediately pulled you into her side.

Lunch was peaceful, soft conversations, laughter, the occasional stealing of food off each other’s plates. The lake glistened in the background, the wind carried the sound of rustling leaves, and for a while, everything just felt right. Then, Alexia nudged a small box toward you.

“Here,” she said, her tone neutral, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

You blinked, looking between them. Olga was already grinning. Suspicious. With careful hands, you lifted the lid and pulled out.

“A jersey?” You held it up, confused. It was tiny, white and blue, and had Putellas 3 printed on the back.

You stared at it, then at them. “Guys, this is cute, but I don’t think this is going to fit me,” you deadpanned.

Olga burst into laughter, shaking her head as she motioned toward the box. “Keep looking.”

Frowning, you dug deeper, pulling out— an ultrasound photo. Your brain short-circuited for a second. You stared. Then stared some more. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Then, everything clicked.

Your head snapped up so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. “No way.”

Olga was grinning, eyes crinkling with joy. Alexia was watching you, a soft, amused expression on her face.

You shot up like a rocket, nearly knocking over the entire picnic setup. “I’M GONNA BE A BIG SISTER?!”

Laughter bubbled from both of them as you took off running— nowhere in particular, just sprinting in wild circles around the picnic area, hands in your hair like you were trying to physically contain your excitement.

Alexia shook her head fondly. “Should we tell her to calm down?”

Olga snorted. “Let her get it out of her system.”

After a few more dramatic laps around the blanket, you suddenly stopped, whipped around, and swooped back down, tackling both of them in a hug so tight Olga wheezed.

“This is the best day ever,” you mumbled, squished between them, holding onto them like they’d disappear if you let go.

Olga kissed the top of your head. “We thought you’d like it.”

“Like it?!” You pulled back just enough to look at them, your grin splitting your face. “I’m gonna be the best big sister ever!”

Alexia chuckled. “We don’t doubt it.”

You nodded seriously, already planning all the things you’d teach your future sibling, all the ways you’d look out for them. Then, as if the excitement couldn’t be contained a second longer, you let out another happy yell and took off running again.

Olga and Alexia simply watched, hands intertwined, hearts full.

Yeah. This was definitely the best day ever.

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bluemoondelight · 6 months ago

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I keep thinking about the line "You're not welcome here, you're not welcome anywhere" because that means that Logan was driven away everywhere he went, that he was unwelcome at every turn. I just can't help but wonder what Logan was doing to care for himself for all those years after the incident. Like did he always have a place to sleep at night? Did he manage to get a meal in him every day or did he go days without eating? When he eventually did get kicked out of a bar after drinking himself to the point of blacking out, was it normal for him to just wake up in an alley or on a bench somewhere? Logan didn't even try to fight back with the bartender, did he ever just let people beat him up because it's what he thought he deserved? Did he ever get dumped on the edge of town somewhere after he got jumped by some anti-mutant assholes for daring to step into a motel to get a place to sleep?

Can you imagine what he felt when Wade asked him to stay with him at his apartment? Someone actually thinking about his needs, his wellbeing for once instead of turning him away? The feeling of being able to take a shower, to be able to get regular meals, to have a real bed to sleep in at night? Do you think Logan feels overwhelmed by Wade's kindness because he was just surviving for so long he forgot what it was like to have a home? For Wade it's so easy to provide for Logan, it's as natural as breathing. "Of course we can order takeout, what do you want to eat? You pick tonight, peanut, my treat." And then he's so shocked when Logan breaks down at such a simple thing but to Logan it's more kindness than anyone has ever shown him for decades? Do you think Al ever senses that Logan is not used to being taken care of, so she holds his hand and tells him that he's okay? That he's safe now, he doesn't have to worry about a thing, and she has to rub his back when he starts crying because he's not used to such kind words?

Can you imagine how Wade feels when he wakes up at night to find Logan crying while he's holding him so tightly, and he finds out it's not because he had a nightmare but because he finally feels loved and safe and taken care of? And how that fucks Wade up because *he* finally felt loved and accepted regardless of what he looked like or what he did with his life? And then they lay there crying into each other because they're both so grateful that they have each other?

#dont mind me just crying internally about poolverine while I'm at work #poolverine #logan howlett #deadclaws #peanutbub #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #bluemoondelight

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chronicowboy · 12 days ago

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'cause my heart softens to your name | 3.1k

It had been a quiet shift. Minor calls and lots of downtime. That usually meant sharks circling until they caught blood in the water. And, well, Eddie had made the mistake of asking Buck if he'd taken the laundry out of the dryer before they'd left for work that morning in full earshot of the peanut gallery. Hen had snapped her book shut with a resounding snap, Chimney perked up like a meerkat, even Bobby looked up from his chopping board. Ravi, at least, had the decency to hunker down in his seat and pretend to be texting someone.

The interrogation was instant. Dizzying. Hen and Chim lobbing questions and jokes back and forth with a terrifying efficiency.

How long has it been now? Couch killing your back, Buckaroo? Is he driving you crazy yet, Diaz? Are his socks everywhere? Do you split the bills fifty-fifty? Is Christopher sleeping okay, you know, with all the snoring?

And Eddie had watched, a frown tugging at the furrow of his brow, Buck shrink further into the couch with every question. It wasn't until Bobby asked what their long term plan was that Eddie intervened.

It's been two months. We share the bed. I missed him while I was gone, it's nice having him around all the time. His socks were everywhere long before he moved in. Yes, we go halfsies on the bills. Buck's snoring is white noise now, we struggled to sleep without it in Texas.

He'd ignored Bobby's question. Couldn't touch that one. Not in front of everyone else. Not when he hadn't plucked up the courage to talk to Buck about it at home quite yet. And he would! He was working on it. Because living with Buck was... Revolutionary. Eddie couldn't fathom why they hadn't been doing this the whole time. Because home had never felt so much like home before. And he wanted it to be permanent. Not this delicate limbo everyone seemed to think they were stuck in.

Eddie wanted to carpool to work every single day, never wanted to drive his stupid fucking vomit-smelling Honda again. He wanted to divvy up the chores every Monday. Wanted to clean the dishes whilst Buck dried every night for the rest of his life. Wanted to crawl into bed beside Buck and, well, he wanted a lot more than that. He was working on that too. He just needed a little more time.

(or: eddie knows what he wants, buck doesn't, they slow dance)

#sami rambles #FIC!!#my last one before i have to lock in for essays ughhhh #but its essentially just a compilation of all my episode posts so!#911 spoilers #buddie #buck x eddie #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic

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tonixe · 9 months ago

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hii i love ur writing and the k you for the noir fic!! there’s not enough content for the boys and i appreciate it so much!! can i request jealous homelander x reader? tyia!

♱ — rapacious — ♱

A/N: I was itching, with no craving to make a homelander fic, and ideas just ran through me, but thank you anon for requesting this, and letting my devious idea run free. P.S. Im not sure bout that black noir fic, this was asked in July, but yk thank you for still requesting <3. Btw H/N is hero name.

WARNING: oral sex, p in the v, no condom we fuck raw, creampies, non-con, tw: homelander, gagging, cursing, non-con, threats, forced breeding and nudity.

PAIRING: jealous! homelander x reader

WORD COUNTER: 2.1k

Life with Homelander was great, something so great that it makes you go insane, crazy...good crazy may be bad for some, but you could take it, right?

Vought, was another thing, watching over your shoulder and making sure everything went well, I mean with you there were a lot fewer casualties than usual. Soon things got less complicated with Edgar and Madelyn being gone from Vought, basically Homelander leading the company with Ashley as a puppet.

It was chaotic per se, where Homelander's watching eye was everywhere in the building. His leadership didn't make anything better but worse. With the seven keeping on being replaced and disappearing mysteriously, surprisingly you were still there with the same everything, no new rebrand, no nothing just staying in place.

You didn't mind it at all, I mean you still had a job and were still getting paid. Even with the weird shift of Black noir, instead of his quiet demeanor, he was talkative which was a change. It was evident it wasn't noir and everyone in the seven knew it, but nobody questioned it. You didn't mind but preferred the change, and even started talking to him.

He was a little better than old noir, not in combat but in being amusing, even spending time with outside meetings and regular superhero activities.

"So how the fuck did you manage to even fly like that?" You asked while you walked with him down the hallway,

"I have no idea, it just happened?" Black Noir II shrugged, you nodded at his words as you took a sip of the peanut butter frappuccino from Vought's cafe, it was a plus that he wasn't allergic to peanuts like the old noir. It wasn't a glow-up from the old noir but a plus. You two chatted as you got into the elevator, it was abruptly stopped by a red, white, and blue cape fluttering into wedging between you both, making you step back, it was Homelander.

The atmosphere immediately got tense than it was once a carefree mood, it was quiet.

"Good morning Homelander," you said, it was met with a nod from him, "Morning Sir," Black Noir said to him, only for him to glare at him, "Don't fucking talk" Homelander ordered, clearly annoyed that he was talking.

It was suffocating being in the elevator, you just took a sip of your frappuccino, praying for the elevator to open up quickly.

Guess your answers were answered rather quickly, as the doors of the huge elevator opened to the meeting room, the giant seven table in front of you.

The Deep, Sage, Firecracker, and A-train were already in their seats. "Good morning sir" The deep stood up, saluting him which made you laugh a little. You immediately took your seat next to Firecracker, and the meeting started. It was a blur to you, something like finding the leak in Vought, which you had many questions about.

The whole meeting was led by a different Sage, your eyes flicked towards Homelander, he was staring at Black Noir. You averted your eyes away,

God, you have to pay attention more often.

You couldn't help but take a sip of peanut butter frappuccino, "Would you fucking stop" Homelander's voice interrupted Sage's presentation, all attention was at him and he was staring directly at you.

"Um...Sorry" You hesitating looked back at him, and you felt eyes on you. You couldn't help but your heart to beat faster,

You watched Homelander rubbed his head in annoyance, closing his eyes before staring to you, "Could you slurp any louder?" He said, his voice dripping with annoyance and sarcasm.

"Sorry" You muttered, putting it back where it was,

"No..nope" Homelander repeated, he pointed at you again, "Be a good girl and put it in the garbage" He snapped. You looked around, with everyone staring at you, "Okay" you responded, slowly getting up from your chair, taking the cup in your hand, and throwing it in the garbage before sitting down.

"Good"

With that statement, the meeting continued on, with your face heating up in embarrassment, as you sank further into the chair.

Sage's voice engulfing your thoughts,

You got interrupted by a note being thrown at you, it was obvious it was from Noir that somehow got to you without Homelander looking, you grinned a little bit, secretly opening up the crumbled piece of paper.

[I'll buy you a new drink after the meeting] - Noir

You read the note, before turning your attention to him and smiling, quickly putting the note in the pocket of your suit before Homelander can see it. Combing your hair back and leaning back into your chair.

Soon the meeting ended, getting up from your seat, and everyone else was doing the same, yours scanned and the room soon landing on Firecracker still in her seat. But you didn't care much to ask why, but more excited to hang out with Noir after this awkward meeting.

"Everyone can go expect H/N" You heard Homelander's voice mentioning your name made you freeze. You stopped where you were, "You can go Firecracker" Homelander turned to her,

"But..um Homelander sir—"

"You can go," Homelander said again but in a more threatening tone, "Now" After he said she scrambled out of the meeting room.

Soon it was only you two left in the room, you watched hesitantly as Homelander turned to you. "Y/N, we need to talk," Homelander states, you could hear his voice straining, with concealed anger.

You looked up at him confused, "About..what?" You asked.

You watched as he walked around you, his pace was slow, you listened to his footsteps echoing around the empty meeting room, before he stopped suddenly, " Do you think I'm just stupid?" Homelander said, his tone catching you off guard.

It wasn't confusing that Homelander was speaking to you in anger, you rarely got him angry knowing you both were together and your relationship wasn't publicized due to his status.

"No, definitely not John," You replied, using his name instead of his hero alias, made him freeze before he stared at you.

Jealously was gnawing inside of him when he looked at you, "Tell me...are you fucking him" Homelander snapped at you, your brows knitted together in confusion at his words. "No, we're just hanging out—why would you ever think that?" You stuttered over your words, as Homelander walked closer to you.

He reached out for your face, harshly grabbing your chin with his hand, tilting your face to meet his eyes. You felt his glove hand digging into your face, his eyes closely turning red, you just felt fear, you were terrified. You knew he could smell your fear, and hear your rising heartbeat. "John...I would never cheat on you, I'm yours" You entreated, trembling under his grip.

Finally, his grip got looser and then he dropped your face, making you stumble a bit.

"Then show me," Homelander said,

You were confused about his words, "What?"

"If you love me..show me" Homelander sat down in the seat in front of you. It took you some time to process his words, confused at what he was saying, "Come on, strip for me" signaling towards your chest.

Your brows furrowing, "Come on, if you don't do it" Homelander leaned in his seat, "You won't like it if I do it" He finished,

"Now strip" He repeated, his tone more irritated.

You took a breath in and started undressing. Unzipping your suit, feeling the cool air on your bare skin. Your suit falling on the marble floor echoed through the room, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"Bra and panties too" Homelander eyed your chest.

You comply, putting your hand behind you and clipping your bra off, discarding it on the floor, and stepping out of your panties, leaving you fully naked in front of him.

"Come here" He patted his lap, "Crawl" he pointed at you. You sank down to your knees and crawled towards him and stopped in front of him. "Come on, you know what to do" You felt his hand on your cheek, stroking it.

You looked down at his growing member in his pants. Hesitatingly looking up at him through your lashes, as you started to undo the bottom of his suit revealing his cock, you looked up at him, "Use your mouth" You leaned in and inched his cock into your mouth, before taking him whole. Homelander moans out feeling your warm mouth enveloping his cock, feeling his hand gripping your hair making you wince.

You slowly bob your head down on his length, his grip on you getting tighter. Your ears perched up at his straining voice barely containing his whimpers as he watched you intently, taking him whole. "Fuck, your good at this" Homelander groaned, jerking you away, taking his cock out from your mouth. Staring at your disheveling appearance, spit dribbling on your chin.

His hand still fisting your hair, "Your pretty when your like this" Homelander chuckled, before forcing you down his cock, making you gagged. Tears prick on your waterline, saliva staining your chin, his grip never loosening as he abused your throat, thrusting into your mouth, the sound of slick, the sounds of wet suction filling up the room.

His pace turning frantic, fucking your mouth.

Homelander threw his head back as waves of ecstasy washed over him. His hips buckled uncontrollably as he lets out a guttural groan, filling your mouth with his cum. "Fuck, ..." He pants, chest heaving, before he gripped your face, "Be a good girl and swallow it" He threatens, feeling the hot liquid going down your throat, swallowing it.

His grip loosening and releasing you. You panted for air, feeling his gloved-hand stroking your cheek. "Now, stand and lean over at table" Homelander ordered, as you got up from the floor and obeyed his order, propping yourself on the table, and bending yourself over the glass. You couldn't help but to feel excited for the pain, the slick dripping down your legs. You waited in anticipation,

Before feeling his cock stretching you out, biting down at your lip at the simmering pain, arching your back. His hands on back of your waist, "Fuck" you mumbled, gripping the end of the glass. Before he thrusting into you, "You think Noir would please you like I do" Homelander growled into your ear, his breath warm on your skin "N...no" you mumbled, feeling his cock tearing you open, feeling himself stretching your cervix.

His ministration was more painful next than the next, feeling his cock stabbing you over and over again. The sounds of flesh slapping filled the room, letting out a gasp, your voice wavering in pain. His thrust driving deeper into you, clenching down on his cock, feeling his grip digging into your skin.

You hated how you were slowly enjoying this, feeling yourself coming close to your climax. Your body tensing up as you feel your skin warming up,

His hips stuttering against yours, "Fuck, I'm close" You felt his hands stroking your hips, "What if I just cummed inside you, breed you myself, have my kids, and have a family...then ill have you to myself" He whispered,

You felt your heart in your throat, "Pull out" You tried to get away from stone grip, "Homelander, please" You begged, only for your face to be shove down on the glass table. Scrambling underneath his grip, just to get him off you. "please" you cried.

His pace getting frantic until he thrust into you for the last time, feeling on cue your body shuddering as he came into you. Feeling himself spilling inside you, making you freeze on the spot.

Feeling him finally pulling out of you, leaving you there stunned. He kissed your shoulder, the kiss feeling lingering on you.

You heard the sound of him putting his pants back on. He stared at you before walking towards you, before sighing, you turned your head to him, "I forgive you, you know" He said, his hand behind his back watching your pitiful form,

"Just don't do it again" he pats your head,

"Now get dressed, we have a date" He smiles, listening to his footsteps descending from you.

#homelander x fem!reader #homelander the boys #homelander x you #the homelander #homelander imagine #homelander x reader #homelander #the boys season 4 #the boys s4 #the boys tv #the boys amazon #the boys prime #homelander x y/n #homelander x oc #the boys fanfic #the boys series #the boys #black noir #firecracker

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bumblehoneybee · 1 year ago

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could you write a fic where y/n calls Dogday their husband to see how he would react to it?

Since I doubt they could ever legally be married, maybe after years together, y/n just thinks it feels right for him to be referred to as that

Pubby Hubby

"I'm ordering pizza." You call into the house. Dogday, nestled on the couch with a conked out Peanuts and Biscuits, watches you dart in and out of rooms as the phone rings, trying to get orders and preferences. "Poppy! Cheese? Or pepperoni? Kissy wants Canadian bacon right? Guys??"

Dogday chuckled to himself, quietly not to wake the kids all cuddled up on his chest. Biscuits gives quiet purrs as he gently pets along the kitten's back, while Peanuts kicks and rolls side to side, only protected from falling off Dogday and the couch by a well placed arm.

He's so preoccupied with his boys he almost doesn't notice you return. You're out of breath, phone up to your ear as you give him an exhausted look. He chuckles again.

"What do you want?" You ask, voice hushed.

"Just pepperoni is fine, angel."

You eyeball him. "Meat lovers it is." Dogday huffs at you, but you're already talking on the phone. "And my husband would like a large meat lovers pizza please."

You wander off, leaving Dogday struck on the couch. He stares at you, watching you dance around as you chat with the pizza place on the phone. Did you even realize what you called him? Did you mean it?

Dogday flops onto his back, heart hammering loud enough to wake Biscuits. The kitten lazily stretches, batting away a stray limb flail from Peanuts, and crawls up Dogday's chest to curl up under his chin.

"Our kids." Dogday recalls you saying, in reference to the two mini toys that followed you both around everywhere.

That would. . . make you spouses, wouldn't it? He'd be your husband. The father of your kids.

A whine escapes Dogday, loud and distressed as he covers his face in embarrassment.

"Ah!" You jump, not expecting such a loud nose. Especially when high pitched crying follows it up. "Sorry. . . My family is a bit rambunctious."

Your family! Dogday grins into his palms.

It's a dream come true.

#dogday #dogday x reader #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy’s playtime x reader #featuring: peanuts #featuring: biscuits

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The 5 Times You Flirted With Bob + The 1 Time He Picked Up on It

Summary: You've fallen for your friend and have decided to drop some hints that you're flirting. Unfortunately, Bob doesn't realize that immediately.

Warnings: Language, no y/n, female reader, reader has a callsign (Honey)

Thank you to @dissonannce for this amazing idea. Thank you @acewritesfics for the dividers!

"Your hands are so big."

It took Bob a moment to register that you were in fact, talking to him.

"Oh! Um yeah. My ma made me do piano because she felt I was given the hands for them," Bob wiggled his fingers for extra effect, "Y'know, since they're so long."

Yes, they were quite long. It was one of the first things you noticed about Bob. Well, after you noticed his beautiful blue eyes, his endearing lopsided smile, the way he was so considerate of everyone else, so gentle, and yet there was an underlying confidence about him. He was sure of himself, but he didn't feel the need to brag.

Who could blame you for falling head over heels for him?

You flashed him a smile, hand reaching towards his.

"It's just, your hand is so much bigger than mine. See?" You propped his arm up, allowing your palm to press against his, both your fingers spread out to showcase the difference in size.

"See? My hand is so small compared to yours," You giggled. Bob looked down at your hands. Your breath hitched, your fingers twitching, dying to entwine with his.

"Yeah, there is quite a difference in size," Bob said, giving you that small smile you adored so much. That smile gave you the confidence to entwine your fingers with his.

"I think they fit pretty well together, see?" He wasn't letting go. He was still smiling as he looked down at your hand holding his.

Maybe this was finally it, he'd finally realized that you liked him and would-

"I'm gonna go get some more peanuts, can I get ya anything?"

You mustered up a smile, trying to cover up your disappointment, "I'll take a water. Thanks Robby."

As soon as he left, you shot Jake a dirty look, "Seresin, you said that shit would work!"

Jake, who had been pretending to play a game of pool with Bradley, Javy, and Mickey, put his hands up in defense, "Because it usually does! Everyone knows when a girl compares hand sizes it means she wants you!"

"Everyone but Bob apparently," Javy muttered.

"Maybe you just need to be more obvious?" Mickey suggested.

You sighed. You knew Bob. The last thing you wanted was to be so blunt it would overwhelm him. But at the same time, you two had been doing this whole 'friends but also more than that and I'm pretty sure we're flirting?' for the last month and you were getting annoyed with it how seemed to be going nowhere.

Perhaps Mickey was right. You were going to have to be a bit more obvious.

"Bee? You ready?" Bob called out from your living room. Bob's nickname of your callsign (Honey) always brought a smile to your face, as well as heat to your cheeks.

"Almost! Can I get your thoughts on this top?" You asked as you walked in.

"Yeah, I'm sure you look-oh." Bob's eyes widened as he took in the green top you were wearing.

It was tighter than the shirts you normally wore, highlighting your breasts. The fabric stopped right at the end of your rib cage, showing off your stomach and bringing attention to your high waisted jeans, which according to Jake "did wonders for your ass".

"What do you think?" You clasped your hands together, the action causing your breasts to stick out even further.

"Um the uh, the color is really great on you. B-brings out your eyes," Bob said, his eyes looking everywhere except you.

With the way his cheeks were bright red, it gave you confidence to step forward, your body now inches away from his, "I was hoping it would bring out something else besides my eyes Robby."

"I mean you you look great in everything you wear! So mission accomplished," Bob said quickly, his hands fidgeting with his car keys.

"Anything else you want to say about the outfit Robby? I really value your opinion." You stood on the tips of your toes, bringing your chest closer to Bob's face.

It was the first time since you walked in that his eyes landed on your chest. He cleared his throat, as if he was gathering up the courage to say it.

"You should grab a jacket, it's supposed to go down to the low sixties tonight," He said, turning around to head out the door.

God damn it.

You grabbed your phone, quickly texting the group.

Honey: We need to go to Plan C.

Rooster: Plan C?! You're saying the top didn't work?

Bagman: Dude, your tits were like out.

Rooster: Maybe they weren't out enough?

Coyote: If they were out any more, Honey would be getting a public indecency charge.

Phoenix: Maybe we shouldn't use clothes to express our feelings? Just a thought 🤦🏽

Fanboy: Yeah Nat, that's plan C.

Payback: Can we not blow up the group chat tonight? The finale of Insecure is on.

Your right leg bounced up and down in nervous anticipation, your eyes never leaving the entrance to the Hard Deck.

"You don't think this is too much, is it?" You asked your friends/coworkers.

"Nah, it'll be perfect!" Mickey reassured you.

"You and Bob are going to walk out of here holding hands by the end of the night, guarantee it," Jake commented as he lined up the balls for a round of pool.

It took all your strength not to jump out of your seat when you saw Bob walk in. His iridescent blue eyes scanned the room, landing on you. He always seemed to search for you, which had to be a sign that he wanted more, that he felt the same way as you did.

You greeted him with a smile, patting the empty seat next to him.

"Hey Robby! I got something for you!" You called out.

Bob just smiled as he sat down, "I see you got my signature: water and peanuts. Thanks Bee!"

You giggled, shaking your head, "Yes, but that's not just it. These are for you!"

Bob stared at the bouquet of flowers you were holding out for him.

"For me? These are for me?" He asked, eyes wide as saucers.

"Yes! I was just thinking, like why is giving guys flowers not a thing? Because it totally should be! And no one deserves these flowers more than you Robby," You explained, a hopeful smile adorning your face.

Bob gently took the bouquet, admiring each flower.

"I thought they would go well with your eyes-that's why a most of them are yellow," you explained, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"These are perfect," Bob said before leaning down to smell the flowers.

"Really? Each flower has a different meaning," you began, hoping that by fidgeting with your hands, you'd be able to conceal your nerves.

Bob simply smiled, his face the epitome of saccharine, "Oh, I already know."

Your breath hitched, "You do?"

Bob nodded, "Oh yeah! Alstroemerias symbolize support, sunflowers are for loyalty, and violets stand for intuition!"

He wasn't wrong. You couldn't tell if you were upset by that or the fact that Mickey forgot flowers can have more than one meaning.

Time for Plan D.

"Hey Robby! You ready to watch hot people make poor decisions?"

"Ready as I'll ever-that's new," Bob said softly, taking in the new loungewear you had on for your biweekly Love Island watch.

"Oh this? I think I got it last week," you said as you let Bob into your apartment, "It's super comfy and it has pockets!"

It also was cut low, showing off your cleavage, as well as the tops of your thigh.

"Yeah, the uh, color looks really good on you Bee," Bob commented. The compliment brought a smile to your face. He noticed you, noticed you were wearing something new, and seemed to be noticing your now exposed skin.

"Well, let's go see if these folks gain any common sense," you grabbed his hand, practically beaming at how your hand fit perfectly in his.

"Somehow I doubt it," Bob chuckled.

When he offered to hold the popcorn for while you two watched, you weren't disappointed. Sure, it meant you weren't able to hold his hand. But it did mean you could move closer to him, your thighs practically touching.

"I really hope he doesn't take her back," Bob muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

"He will. They always do," you sighed, gently moving your head so it rested against one of his broad shoulders.

If your action had any effect on Bob, he didn't show it. Which was the problem.

"I would pick you in the recoupling," You revealed, hoping that would be enough, would finally be enough.

Bob smiled, placing a hand on your knee, "That's kind of you Bee. But I think friendship couples go against the nature of the show."

It took everything in you not to scream.

The rest of the night was just a typical Love Island watch night, no touching, no initiating, no declarations of love, and ending with Bob giving you a friendly hug goodbye.

With a sigh, you flopped onto your bed to check your messages.

Bagman: Bee, please tell us it worked and you're marking sweet love to baby on board

Phoenix: you're disgusting Seresin.

Rooster: why would they stop fucking just to text you Bagman?

Bagman: so we can pop some champagne to celebrate

Fanboy: Why the fuck is would we do that?

Coyote: It's a big event! Bee told Bob how she feels AND Bob's getting laid!

Payback: Can I just get one night of peace? Just one night?

You: No one's doing anything bc it didn't work!

Rooster: Not trying to be rude, but weren't you like almost naked?

Bagman: Like 52% nude.

Phoenix: JFC, we're going to plan E folks.

Coyote: Is that when we just lock them in a closet?

Bagman: No that's plan G

"Hey Bee!"

The cheerful, charming voice always brought a smile to your face.

"Hi Robby!" You greeted him with a hug, the comforting scent of rosemary filling your nostrils, "You smell really nice."

"Oh um thanks," A hand flew to the back of Bob's neck, a nervous (and also adorable) habit, "Wanted to smell nice after doing all those pushups out in the sun."

"Well it worked, you smell great," One of your hands reached up to the nape of his neck, toying with the hair that had curled at the end, "Look great too."

The tops of Bob's cheeks were now a dusty pink, "It's just a white Tshirt."

You took a step forward, placing your hands on his chest, "It's a good look Robby. Shows off your muscles. I like it on you.

Bob's lips parted, then promptly closed.

"Uh, t-thanks Bee." He had to know now that you were flirting with him. It was clear as day.

Feeling confident, your hands trailed down to his, grasping them, "We should dance!"

You didn't wait for Bob to answer, dragging him out to the middle of the floor. The sounds of Bradley covering Frankie Valli (begrudgingly, as apparently Jerry Lee Lewis was better) filled the bar.

After a few minutes, Bob's shoulders visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. You threw your head back laughing as he bust out a goofy dance move.

Everyone thought Bob was shy, but that wasn't the case. He was observant, determined to get a good read on someone so he knew how to approach the situation accordingly. Once he was comfortable, his personality shined and he was a sweet, goofy man who you adored with all your heart.

The grin you had was so wide, your cheeks were beginning to hurt. But you couldn't stop, not when he was twirling you around.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" You asked, having to say it into his ear so he could hear your voice above the music.

Bob shrugged, "I come from a big family. When you know you're going to a lot of weddings, knowing how to dance helps. That and my mom made me do cotillion."

"Well, all that practice paid off. You're a great dance partner Robby." You rested your chin against his broad chest, looking up to meet eyes bluer than the ocean.

In that moment, all you could do was focus on him. The way the corner of his eyes creased when he truly smiled, his comforting scent, his pink, thin lips that you were dying to feel on yours.

You wondered if he could hear your heart pounding, if he could feel it since your body was practically on his.

His hands found their way to your arms, gently placing themselves on your biceps. Was this it? It had to be.

So you stood on the tips of your toes, your lips now closer to his. Your eyes began to close as you leaned in to-

"I gotta go. Jake stuck his foot in his mouth again."

This wasn't a lie. But it still didn't dull your disappointment. Nor did it sedate your growing frustration at this whole situation.

Perhaps you didn't need Plan G or H Perhaps it was time to go with your original plan.

The next time you saw Bob was when Nat threw a small get together to celebrate the end of a long week.

He was wearing that damn white Tshirt again. Whenever he brought his cup of water to his mouth, the fabric stretched across his bicep.

Was he doing this on purpose? Did he know? Consciously or not, that you had fallen for him ever since you two first met at training?

Either way, you were tired of this game you had been playing for the past month.

"Are you sure about this?" Natasha asked.

You simply nodded before taking a shot of vodka. A little liquid courage was always nice.

"Nat, he's oblivious. Honestly, I don't know why we didn't do this the first time," Jake commented as he took the shot glass out of your hand.

"Because we didn't expect him to be that oblivious," Mickey countered.

"Well everyone, wish me luck." You walked out of the kitchen to find Bob still sitting on the couch, glass of water in hand.

His eyes met yours and he gave you a smile sweeter than honey. Your legs began to wobble, whether it was from that smile or your nerves, you couldn't say.

You walked over, making a beeline for him. Bob's eyes widened, his fingers gripping his cup. Your gaze was so intense.

"Hey Bee-oh!" Bob froze as you sat down in his lap, your thighs straddling his lithe hips.

"Hey Robby," your hands found his shoulders, fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of his shirt.

"Uh Bee, there's um, there's a seat right there," Bob weakly pointed to the empty space next to him.

"I don't want that," you leaned forward, your forehead grazing his, "I want you Robby."

His eyes widened once more, as if he just saw an incoming train, "M-me?"

"Yes. Wanted you ever since that first day of training, when you offered me a mint," you told him.

"I uh, you looked sleepy and mint is known to wake you up and," Bob paused, "Did you say since the first day of training?"

You nodded, smiling at how you were able to see him process this information.

"The first day of training?" He repeated.

"Yes Bob, all you did was offer me a mint and smile to make me fall head over heels for ya," your fingers now went up to the back of his neck, twirling the curled ends of his hair, "Been trying to tell you that for the last month."

Bob opened his mouth, then promptly closed it, his brain still processing everything.

"You good Rob-" You never got to finish your sentence, as Bob decided right then was the best time to press his lips against yours.

His lips were soft and tasted faintly of vanilla, no doubt from the chapstick you watched him reapply. His touch was gentle, his thick fingers ghosting over your thighs, trailing up to your waist. Every move, no matter how small, made your heart fluttered.

Being so close to him, you could smell his aftershave, a mix of eucalyptus and sage. It was intoxicating and you wanted to be surrounded by it all the time, wanted to kiss him all the time.

When he broke away for air, you had to hold back a whimper, your lips desperate for more.

"FINALLY!"

You turned your head to find Bradley, along with Mickey, Natasha, Jake, Javy, and Reuben standing by the doorframe, in perfect view of you and Bob.

You smiled and opened your mouth, ready to make a quick remark. But Bob's fingers hooked underneath your chin, turning your head back to meet his lips again.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was bolder. His lips moved against yours with more confidence. Your whole body felt warm, as if you were floating. His hands now cupped your jawline, which is how you learned that Bob's hands practically covered your whole neck, a discovery that sent you reeling.

Your hands trailed up to his head, desperate to feel his sun kissed locks, desperate to find out if they were as soft as they looked. But just before you could, Bob broke away.

"What?" Anxiety came rushing back, dragging you away from Cloud Nine, your previous location. Did he regret it?

"Let's go."

He moved your body to the empty space on the couch, quickly getting up. You took his hands, allowing him to help you get up. You held onto one hand as he led you to the front door.

"Bob! What are you doing with my backseater?" Javy called out.

"Making up for lost time!"

Maybe you should be a little embarrassed. But how could you? You had finally kissed the man of your dreams, he kissed you back. He wanted to leave with you.

The sounds of the house party fainted, becoming soft background noise as you went outside.

Bob stopped, turning around to face you. Before you could get out a sound, his lips were on you again. His hands pulled your body to his, closing the gap in-between.

You couldn't help but moan when you felt his tongue slide against your bottom lip, immediately granting him entrance. You could hear Bob's breath hitch, his hands roaming across your body, touching your soft skin.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you desperate for more.

"Why do you keep doing that?!"

"I...." His face was flushed, "I meant to ask you if if you drove yourself here. But you looked so kissable. You still do, God I just wanna kiss you again."

"I'm not stopping you Robby," you grinned, stepping towards him, "I'm not stopping you at all."

"Oh don't tell me that darlin'" his Midwestern upbringing laced his words. You always loved his accent, having found it not just unique but also comforting.

Somehow, despite his lips pressed against yours, Bob was able to walk you back to his car, your back meeting the cool metal.

His broad body draped over yours, his tongue frantically exploring your mouth. Your fingers reached up, grasping his hair. It was soft and much thicker than you expected.

What else was there about Bob you had yet to learn? What kind of toothpaste he used, if he drank tea or coffee in the morning. Did he fall asleep to rain sounds or silence? How many pillows were on his bed?

You wanted to know everything.

But right now, you just wanted to kiss Bob.

Your fingers tugged on his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to you. Despite his chest being pressed against yours, it wasn't enough. You wanted all of him.

"We should get in the car," He said, voice breathless. With the way his chest was rising, one would think he had just ran ten miles.

Bob began moving towards the driver's side of his truck, but he stopped, turning back to you.

"I want to take you home," He stated. It sounded like a confession with the way guilt laced his eyes.

"I would love that Robby."

Instead, he just shook his head, "But I shouldn't because you deserve more than that. You deserve a nice date, like that Italian restaurant we always pass when we go to Bradley's. You deserve that and flowers and a lovely dinner with candles and wine that's older than both of us-"

You cut him off by gently pecking his lips, "It's okay Bob. You could take me to that diner up the room from your place tomorrow morning and I'd be elated because I would be with you."

He shook his head, clearly torn between continuing to talk and continuing to kiss you, "But....it's the least I should do. I mean, after all the hints you were dropping. I thought you were just being friendly and-"

"What friend asks another friend to look at their chest?" You asked incredulously.

"I thought maybe we were just really close! That you were really comfortable around me, which is why I didn't think anything regarding what you wore when we watched Love Island. I mean," his face reddened, "I did think about it. Um I thought about it a lot and if you ever want to wear it again, I would not mind-"

"Bob," you stepped forward, placing your hands on his chest.

"I mean, you got me Violets! Those mean loyalty and devotion, as well as delicate love! And believe me I wanted to kiss you at the Hard Deck, but that is entirely Jake's fault-"

"As most things are."

"And looking back it was so obvious and I can't believe I didn't pick up on it," He paused, "Sorry, I I had to get that out. I can take you home or back to my place, whatever you want."

You giggled, delighted by his ramblings. You wanted to hear more of it.

"And now I just want to kiss you. Like all the time," He confessed, his lips moving closer to yours.

"Robby, get in the car," you instructed.

"Oh, um, okay," Bob unlocked his car, moving towards the driver seat.

"No Bob. Get in the back of the car," you instructed.

Bob's brows knitted together in confusion, "But then how will I drive-oh!"

Who knows if you were going to make it back to his place or yours. All you cared about was getting your lips and hands back on Bob Floyd.

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